Practice Typing

The monarch spoke; and straight a murmur rose, Loud as the surges when the tempest blows, That dashd on broken rocks tumultuous roar, And foam and thunder on the stony shore. Straight to the tents the troops dispersing bend, The fires are kindled, and the smokes ascend; With hasty feasts they sacrifice, and pray, To avert the dangers of the doubtful day. A steer of five years age, large limbd, and fed,92 To Joves high altars Agamemnon led.