left side, set the fight in array—for the right is
flanked by the river—guard the broad trenches and stand 25
on the lofty towers, deep in sorrow—touched to see those
lifted human countenances, which to their grief they knew
so well, dripping with black corrupted gore.
Meantime, Fame spreads her wings and flies with the
news through the wildered settlement, and reaches the 30
ears of Euryalus’ mother. At once the vital heat left her
wretched frame: the shuttle was dashed from her hands,
and the thread ran back. Forth flies the unhappy dame,