Chapter LII
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Thrice looked he at the city; 435
Thrice looked he at the dead
And thrice came on in fury,
And thrice turned back in dread:
And, white with fear and hatred,
Scowled at the narrow way 440
Where, wallowing in a pool of blood,
The bravest Tuscans lay.
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Narrative and Lyric Poems (first series) for use in the Lower SchoolChapter LII
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