... striving hard to call, "Actaeon am I!—villains, know your lord." Words aid him not: loud rings the air with yells, Howlings, and barkings:—Blackhair first, his teeth Fix'd in his back; staunch Tamer fasten'd next; And Rover seiz'd his shoulder: tardy these, The rest far left behind, but o'er the hills Athwart, the chase they shorten'd. Now the pack, Join'd them their lord retaining; join'd their teeth Their victim seizing:—now his body bleeds, A wound continuous: deep he utters groans, Not human, yet unlike ... — The Metamorphoses of Publius Ovidus Naso in English blank verse Vols. I & II • Ovid
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