Classic Poem

Now show'rs of jav'lins hurtled thro' the air,
And clouds of arrows 'thwart the welkin flew;
A thousand glitt'ring blades unsheathed were,
Which flam'd amazement on the gazer's view,
And o'er the battle dazzling splendours threw:
Full in the front tremendous Mavors rag'd,
And Discord storm'd amidst the warring crew;
Stern Slaughter frown'd where madd'ning hosts engag'd,
Where knights of highest fame the deadly combat wag'd.