With Terror: there was Discord, Prowess there,
There hot Pursuit.
There Discord raged, there Tumult, and the force
Of ruthless Destiny. She now a chief
Seiz’d newly wounded, and now captive held
Another yet unhurt, and now a third
Dragg’d breathless through the battle by his feet:
And all her garb was dappled thick with blood.
Like living men they travers’d and they strove,
And dragg’d by turns the bodies of the slain.