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Hræsvelger starting, rears his giant bulk, 330And from his Eagle pinions shakes the storm.
High on her stately steed the Martial MaidRode foremost of the war: her burnish'd armsShone like the brook that o'er its pebbled courseRuns glittering gayly to the noon-tide sun. 335Her foaming courser, of the guiding handImpatient, smote the earth, and toss'd his mane,And rear'd aloft with many a froward bound,As tho' the Maiden's skill, and his own strengthProud to display. The light gale with her plumes 340Wantoned. Even such a fair and warlike formPelides moved from Scyros, where, conceal'dHe lay obedient to his mother's fearsA seemly Virgin; thus the Youth appear'dTerribly graceful, when upon his neck 345Deidameia hung; and with a lookThat spake the tumult of her troubled breast,Fear, anguish, and upbraiding tenderness,

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