Dart after dart unerring, and his helm
In broken fragments pressed upon his brow;
His vital parts were safeguarded by spears
That bristled in his body. Fortune saw
Thus waged a novel combat, for there warred
Against one man an army. Why with darts,
Madmen, assail him and with slender shafts,
'Gainst which his life is proof? Or ponderous stones
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ThePoetdied.Died,too,sweetArborine,swooningawayinthefiercegraspofthisstrangerSorrow,toenterbytheblac
