Behind Corfinium's ramparts; his the troops

Who newly levied kept the judgment hall

At Milo's trial (23). When from far the plain

Rolled up a dusty cloud, beneath whose veil

The sheen of armour glistening in the sun,

Revealed a marching host. "Dash down," he cried,

Swift; as ye can, the bridge that spans the stream;

And thou, O river, from thy mountain source

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