his boys had deserted, for a hunting party from the bungalow

Doubt and Doubtscience2023-12-07 10:33:18 65967 17

To reach the fount of blood. Unnumbered wounds

his boys had deserted, for a hunting party from the bungalow

By arrow dealt, or lance, thus fail to slay

his boys had deserted, for a hunting party from the bungalow

This single warrior. But lo! from far

his boys had deserted, for a hunting party from the bungalow

A Cretan archer's shaft, more sure of aim

Than vows could hope for, strikes on Scaeva's brow

To light within his eye: the hero tugs

Intrepid, bursts the nerves, and tears the shaft

Forth with the eyeball, and with dauntless heel



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