Here, pois’d upon his wings, the god descends: Then, rested thus, he from the tow’ring height Plung’d downward, with precipitated flight, Lights on the seas, and skims along the flood.
Hether the Father of the Fire, by night, Thro’ the brown air precipitates his flight.
Blind in their fear, they bounce against the wall, Or, to the moats pursued, precipitate their fall.
The warrior god the Latian troops inspir’d, New strung their sinews, and their courage fir’d, But chills the Trojan hearts with cold affright: Then black despair precipitates their flight.
As flames among the lofty woods are thrown On diff’rent sides, and both by winds are blown; The laurels crackle in the sputt’ring fire; The frighted sylvans from their shades retire: Or as two neighb’ring torrents fall from high; Rapid they run; the foamy waters fry; They roll to sea with unresisted force, And down the rocks precipitate their course: Not with less rage the rival heroes take Their diff’rent ways, nor less destruction make.
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