"That bull was slain; his reeking hide
80 They stretched the cataract beside,
Whose waters their wild tumult toss
Adown the black and craggy bossnote
Of that huge cliff, whose ample verge
Tradition calls the Hero's Targe.
85 Couched on a shelf beneath its brink,
Close where the thundering torrents sink,
Rocking beneath their
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