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“But now the squadded warriors muster dense on Eborensian plains with fierce array; glint in the sun-glare harness, sword, spear, lance, and richly furnisht destriers prance and neigh: The banner’d trumpets with a blast advance, rousing men’s bosoms from the gentle sway of holy Peace to dire refulgent arms, and down the dales reverb’erate War’s alarms.