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BOOK THE FIFTH.
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Of javelins sparkling to the noontide sun, 280Their banners tossing to the troubled gale,And—fearful music—heard upon the windThe modulated step of multitudes."
 "There in the midst, shuddering with fear, I sawThe dreadful stores of death. Tremendous roll'd 285Over rough roads the harsh wheels. The brazen tubesFlash'd in the sun their fearful splendor far,And last the loaded waggons creak'd along.An awful scene! that chill'd me as I gaz'd.Thus from the black womb of the mutinous sky, 290When the red lightning rushes, and illumesWith lurid light the cloud-clad hemisphere,The traveller speeds across the plain, yet marksAll fearful as he is, with strange delight,The forked flash.""Meantime, a pensive train, 295The fearful Nuns in sad solemnityPass to the temple. In this hour of ill,Earnest of soul they pray to Heav'n for aid."

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