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Behind, the troops advance.
No way is seen
T'escape, or fcarce a glorious death to win.
No room with flaughter'd foes to ftrew the plain,
A captive to the place he now appears,
And glory won near fam'd Dyrrachium's walls ;
Here the original poem breaks off abruptly,
having been left unfinished by the author.