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BOOK III.

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OW front to front the marching armies

shine, Halt ere they meet, and form the length’ning line : The chiefs conspicuous seen and heard afar, Give the loud signal to the rushing war ; [sound, Their dreadful trumpets deep-mouth'd hornets The founded charge remurmurs o'er the ground, E’n Jove proclaims a field of horror nigh, And rolls low thunder thro' the troubled sky.

First to the fight the large Hypsiboas few, And brave Lychenor with a javelin slew. The luckless warrior fillid with gen'rous Alame, Stood foremost glitt'ring in the post of fame; When in his liver struck, the Javelin hung; The Mouse fell thund'ring, and the target rung; Prone to the ground, he sinks his closing eye, And foil'd in dust his lovely tresses lie.

A spear at Pelion Troglodites cast,
The misfive spear within the bosom past ;
Death's fable shades the fainting Frog surround,
And life's red tide runs ebbing from the wound,
Embasichytros felt Scutlæus' dart
Transfix, and quiver in his panting heart;
But great Artophagus aveng'd the slain,
And big Scutlæus tumbling loads the plain,
And Polyphonus dies, a Frog renown’d,
For boastful speech and turbulence of sound,
Deep thro' the belly pierc'd, supine he lay ;
And breath'd his soul against the face of day.

The strong Lymnocharis, who view'd with ire,
A victor triumph, and a friend expire ;
And fiercely Aung where Troglodites fought ;
With heaving arms a rocky fragment caught,
(A warrior vers'd in arts, of fure retreat,
But arts in vain elude impending fate ;)
Full on his finewy neck the fragment fell,
And o'er his eye-lids clouds eternal dwell.

Lychenor

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Lychenor (second of the glorious name)
Striding advanc'd, and took no wand'ring aim ;
Thro' all the Frog the shining jav'lin Aies,
And near the vanquish'd Mouse the victor dies..

The dreadful stroke Crambophagus affrights,
Long bred to banquets, less inur’d to fights,
Heedless he runs, and stumbles o'er the steep,
And wildly flound'ring Aalhes up the deep;
Lychenor following with a downward blow,
Reach'd in the lake his unrecover'd foe ;
Gafping he rolls, a purple stream of blood
Diftains the surface of the silver flood;
Thro’ the wide wound the rushing entrails throng,
And slow the breathless carcass floats along.

Lymnisius good Tyroglyphus affails, Prince of the Mice that haunt the flow'ry vales, Lost to the milky fares and rural seat, He came to perish on the bank of fate.

The dread Pternoglyphus demands the fight, Which tender Calaminthius shuns by light,

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Drops the green target, springing quits the foe;
Glides thro’ the lake, and safely dives below.
But dire Pternophagus divides his way
Thro' breaking ranks, and leads the dreadful day.
No nibbling prince excell'd in fierceness more,
His parents fed him on the savage boar ;
But where his lance the field with blood imbrud,
Swift as he mov’d, Hydrocharis pursu’d.
'Till fall’n in death he lies, a shatt'ring stone
Sounds on the neck, and crushes all the bone,
His blood pollutes the verdure of the plain,
And from his nostrils bursts the gushing brain.

Lychopinax with Borbocætes fights,
A blameless Frog, whom humbler life delights ;
The fatal jav’lin unrelenting flies,
And darkness seals the gentle croaker's eyes.

Incens’d Prassophagus with spritely bound,
Bears Cnisliodortes off the rising ground,
Then drags him o'er the lake depriv'd of breath,
And downward plunging, finks his soul to death.

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But now the great Psycarpax shines afar,
(Scarce he so great whose loss provok'd the war)
Swift to revenge his fatal jav'lin fled,
And thro' the liver struck Pelusius dead ;
His freckled corps before the victor fell,
His soul indignant sought the shades of hell.

This law Pelobates, and from the flood
Heav'd with both hands a monstrous mass of mud,
The cloud obscene o'er all the heroe flies,
Dishonours his brown face, and blots his eyes.
Enrag'd, and wildly sputt'ring, from the shore
A ftone immense of size the warrior bore,
A load for lab'ring earth, whose bulk to raise,
Asks ten degen'rate Mice of modern days.
Full on the leg arrives the crushing wound;
The Frog supportless, writhes upon the ground.

Thus flush'd, the victor wars with matchless force, 'Till loud Craugafides arrests his course, Hoarse-croaking threats precede! with fatal speed Deep thro' the belly run the pointed reed,

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