As in the mountains, conscious of his force,
The wild boar waits a coming multitude
Of boisterous hunters to his lone retreat:
Arching his bristly spine he stands: his eyes
Beam fire: and whetting his bright tusks, he burns
To drive not dogs alone, but men, to flight:
So stood the royal Cretan.
Cowper.
[273] As two grim lions.] Iliad xvi.:
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