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chapter-009		chapter-009			.txt	text/plain	8756	720	93	And follow to the war the god that leads the way. What rolling clouds, my friends, approach the walls? Is there, he said, in arms, who bravely dare To force his foes in equal field to fight. The morn shall end the small remains of war. Live thou to mourn thy loves unhappy fate; On their left arms their ample shields they bear, And shield, from chance exempt, shall be thy share: My peace shall be committed to thy care, Whateer event thy bold attempt shall have, That, if thou fail, shall thy lovd mother share. Slight were his arms, a sword and silver shield: Nor flight was left, nor hopes to force his way. Runs, doubles, winds and turns, amidst the war; Who, like his mother, bears aloft his head, Thus Turnus: Then begin, and try thy fate: The helm flies off, and bears the head along.	./cache/chapter-009.txt	./txt/chapter-009.txt