designs to a successful conclusion. One party he moved

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Idle, give life by shame; and on his breast

designs to a successful conclusion. One party he moved

Bearing a forest of spears, though spent with toil

designs to a successful conclusion. One party he moved

And worn with onset, falls upon his foe

designs to a successful conclusion. One party he moved

And braves alone the wounds of all the war.

Thus may an elephant in Afric wastes,

Oppressed by frequent darts, break those that fall

Rebounding from his horny hide, and shake

Those that find lodgment, while his life within



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