O gods! have Romans at my anlace bled?
And must I now for safety fly away?
See! far besprenged all our troops are spread,
Yet I will singly dare the bloody fray.
But no; I'll fly, and murder in retreat;
Death, blood, and fire shall mark the going of my feet.
The following repetitions are, if I mistake not, quite modern:
Now Aella look'd, and looking did exclaim;
and,
He falls, and falling rolleth thousands down.
As is also this antithetical comparison of the qualities of a war-horse to the mental affections of the rider:
Bring me a steed, with eagle-wings for fight,
Swift as my wish, and as my love is, strong.
There are sometimes single lines, that bear little relation to the place in which they stand, and seem to be brought in for no other purpose than their effect on the ear. This is the contrivance of a modern and a youthful poet.
Thy words be high of din, but nought beside,
is a line that occurs in Aella, and may sometimes be applied to the author himself.