Classic Poem

Once more my heavy hond I rear'd on high,
And smote most hugely on his ample targe;
Swifter descends the blow than glaunce of eye,
And fairly took away its utmost marge,
And in his left-side made incision large:
Then with dread mace, which none resisten may,
Eftsoons most rudely gan he me to charge,
Till on the plain in heavy trance I lay,
And from my swimming eyes was snatch'd the radiant day.