When fierce  on  spacious Plain
Did from afar the  Chief behold;
Betwixt Despair, and Rage, and Hope, and Pain,
Something within his warring Bosom roll'd:
He views that Fav'rite of Indulgent Fame,
Whom whilom He had met on  Shoar:
Too well, alas! the Man He knows the same,
Whose Prowess there repell'd the  Pow'r;
And sent Them trembling thro' the frighted Lands,
Swift as the Whirlwind drives  scatter'd Sands.