their terrible ordeals in the untracked jungle to the south;

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Flung by the twisted thongs of mighty slings.

their terrible ordeals in the untracked jungle to the south;

Let steelshod ram or catapult remove

their terrible ordeals in the untracked jungle to the south;

This champion of the gate. No fragile wall

their terrible ordeals in the untracked jungle to the south;

Stands here for Caesar, blocking with its bulk

Pompeius' way to freedom. Now he trusts

His shield no more, lest his sinister hand,

Idle, give life by shame; and on his breast

Bearing a forest of spears, though spent with toil



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