Rebounding from his horny hide, and shake
Those that find lodgment, while his life within
Lies safe, protected, nor doth spear avail
To reach the fount of blood. Unnumbered wounds
By arrow dealt, or lance, thus fail to slay
This single warrior. But lo! from far
A Cretan archer's shaft, more sure of aim
Than vows could hope for, strikes on Scaeva's brow
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Behind a great flowering shrub Hanson lay gazing at the
that any man might look upon with covetous eyes. Such tall
mine host of the George to claim for his house the honour
of Beaminster is the old church tower, which was built
In the afternoon we paid our respects to the governor —
which are found in great quantities on Golden Cap. The
sea. Such buildings remind one, not of decay but of immutableness.
the ancient and untutored voices of farmhands and ploughmen
and go into permanent camp just beyond the great river
place where the centuries mingle; with black beams in the
the gunpowder was wanted for making a noise on their saint
over the heads of inquisitive pilgrims who peep and peer