Classic Poem

Swiftly from earth upsprung the Hagarene,
And seem'd in strength and courage to encrease,
Like huge Antaeus, on the Lybian plain,
Who from the earth deriv'd his boasted race;
In both his hands he hent an iron mace,
And on Lusignan strokes so strongly laid,
Did not high God compassionate his case,
Ne thing he e'er again had thought or said,
But had enwrapped been in death's eternal shade.