Turnus and the Stone

As when a Fragment, from a Mountain torn
By raging Tempests, or by Torrents born,
Or sapp'd by time, or loosen'd from the Roots,
Prone thro' the Void the Rocky Ruine shoots,
Rowling from Crag to Crag, from Steep to Steep;
Down sink, at once the Shepherds and their Sheep,
Involv'd alike, they rush to neather Ground,
Stun'd with the shock they fall, and stun'd from Earth rebound:
So Turnus, hasting headlong to the Town,
Should'ring and shoving, bore the Squadrons down.
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