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BOOK THE SIXTH.
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From Baal-gad to Halak, and their Kings,Even as the Lord commanded. Swift they fled 320From that portentous banner, and the swordOf France; tho' Talbot with vain valiancyYet urged the war, and stemm'd alone the tideOf conquest. Even their leaders felt dismay;Fastolffe fled fast, and Salisbury in the rout 325Mingles, and all impatient of defeat,Borne backward Talbot turns. Then echoed loudThe cry of conquest. Deeper grew the storm,And Darkness, hovering o'er on raven wing,Brooded the field of death.Nor in the camp 330Deem themselves safe the trembling fugitives.On to the forts they haste. Bewilder'd thereAmid the moats by fear, and the dead gloomOf more than midnight darkness, plunge the troops,Crush'd by fast following numbers who partake 335The death they give. As rushing from the snowsOf winter liquified, the torrent tide
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