Practice Typing

Mark how this way yon bending squadrons yield. The storm rolls on, and Hector rules the field. Here stand his utmost force. The warrior said; Swift at the word his ponderous javelin fled; Nor missd its aim, but where the plumage danced Razed the smooth cone, and thence obliquely glanced. Safe in his helm the gift of Phbus hands Without a wound the Trojan hero stands; But yet so stunnd, that, staggering on the plain.