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Oppressed by frequent darts, break those that fall

which marks the natural boundary of the country that the

Rebounding from his horny hide, and shake

which marks the natural boundary of the country that the

Those that find lodgment, while his life within

which marks the natural boundary of the country that the

Lies safe, protected, nor doth spear avail

To reach the fount of blood. Unnumbered wounds

By arrow dealt, or lance, thus fail to slay

This single warrior. But lo! from far

A Cretan archer's shaft, more sure of aim

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