Descend: and through the flesh that wastes away
Beneath the parching sun, their whitening bones
Start forth, and moulder in the sable dust.
[258]Pursuit was there, and fiercely rallying Flight,
Tumult and Terror: burning Carnage glow’d:
Wild Discord madden’d there, and frantic Rout
Ranged to and fro. A deathful Destiny
There grasp’d a living man, that bled afresh
From recent wound: another, yet unharm’d,
Dragg’d furious; and a third, already dead,