Thus waged a novel combat, for there warred
Against one man an army. Why with darts,
Madmen, assail him and with slender shafts,
'Gainst which his life is proof? Or ponderous stones
This warrior chief shall overwhelm, or bolts
Flung by the twisted thongs of mighty slings.
Let steelshod ram or catapult remove
This champion of the gate. No fragile wall
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often among the blooms beneath the great moon—the black-haired,
was scarcely superior to an English cottager. At night
the ray of light from Max's lamp impinged upon the opening