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off the ringing orb, it struck the ground. Hector beheld his javelin fall
in vain, Nor other lance, nor other hope remain He calls Deiphobus,
demands a spear In vain, for no Deiphobus was there. All comfortless he
stands: then, with a sigh "'Tis soHeaven wills it, and my hour is nigh!
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