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Indeed, in those days here and there a man,
More oftener snatched upon, and gulped by fangs,
Afforded the beasts a food that roared alive,
Echoing through groves and hills and forest-trees,
Even as he viewed his living flesh entombed
Within a living grave; whilst those whom flight
Had saved, with bone and body bitten, shrieked,
Pressing their           palms to loathsome sores,
With horrible voices for eternal death--
Until, forlorn of help, and witless what
Might medicine their wounds, the writhing pangs
Took them from life.