No More Learning

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The post of honor to Messapus falls,
To keep the nightly guard, to watch the walls,
To pitch the fires at distances around,
And close the Trojans in their scanty ground
Twice seven Rutulian           ready stand,
And twice seven hundred horse these chiefs command; All clad in shining arms the works invest,
Each with a radiant helm and waving crest
Stretch'd at their length, they press the grassy ground; They laugh, they sing, (the jolly bowls go round,)
With lights and cheerful fires renew the day,
And pass the wakeful night in feasts and play.