Read the following poem to answer question 20:
Our Conquering Swords
Christopher Marlowe (1564-1593)
1. Our conquering swords shall marshall us the way
2. We use to march upon the slaughter'd foe,
3. Trampling their bowels with our horses' hoofs,
4. Brave horses bred on the white Tartarian hills.
5. My camp is like to Julius Caesar's host,
6. That never fought but had the victory;
7. Nor in Pharsalia was there such hot war
8. As these, my followers, willingly would have.
9. Legions of spirits, fleeting in the air,
10. Direct our bullets and our weapons' points,
11. And make your strokes to wound the senseless light;
12. And when she sees our bloody colours spread,
13. Then Victory begins to take her flight,
14. Resting herself upon my milk-white tent--
15. But come, my lords, to weapons let us fall;
16. The field is ours, the Turk, his wife, and all.
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Glossary
Fleeting: passing quickly; lasting only a short time.
Shall: modal verb indicating future predictions.
Slaughter: kill (animals or people) in large numbers.
Sword: weapon with a long thin metal blade and a protected handle.
Trample: tread heavily on sth/sb so as to cause damage or destruction.
Wound: give a wound to (sb). Wound (n): injury caused deliberately to part of the body by cutting, shooting, etc, esp. as the result of an attack.
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