Chapter 1121 of 1964 · 68 words · ~1 min read

LXXXIV.

A dying Moslem, who had felt the foot Of a foe o'er him, snatched at it, and bit The very tendon which is most acute-- (That which some ancient Muse or modern wit Named after thee, Achilles!) and quite through 't He made the teeth meet, nor relinquished it Even with his life--for (but they lie) 't is said To the live leg still clung the severed head.