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Foiled, bleeding, breathless, furious to the last,

Full in the centre stands the Bull at bay,

Mid wounds, and clinging darts, and lances brast,92 And foes disabled in the brutal fray: And now the Matadores93 around him play, Shake the red cloak, and poise the ready brand: Once more through all he bursts his thundering way— Vain rage! the mantle quits the conynge hand, Wraps his fierce eye—'tis past—he sinks upon the sand!dd