CANTO THE SECOND XII |
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CANTO THE SECONDXII
It is resolved — they march — consenting Night
Guides with her star their dim and torchless flight;
Already they perceive its tranquil beam
Sleep on the surface of the barrier stream;
Already they descry — Is yon the bank?
Away! `tis lined with many a hostile rank.
Return or fly! — What glitters in the rear?
`Tis Otho`s banner — the pursuer`s spear!
Are those the shepherds` fires upon the height?
Alas! they blaze too widely for the flight:
Cut off from hope, and compass`d in the toil,
Less blood, perchance, hath bought a richer spoil!
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