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y Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see[62](For one who hath no friend, no brother there)Their rival scarfs of mixed embroidery,[by]Their various arms that glitter in the air!What gallant War-hounds rouse them from their lair,And gnash their fangs, loud yelling for the prey!All join the chase, but few the triumph share;[63]The Grave shall bear the chiefest prize away,And Havoc scarce for joy can number their array.
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