The damsel donned her sword, when armed all o'er, And on her courser leapt with nimble spring;
And, right and left, she made him, thrice or more Poised on his haunches, turn in narrow ring.
And, levelling the sturdy lance she bore, Defied, and next assailed, the Tartar king.
So combating with Peleus' son, of yore, Penthesilaea warred on Trojan shore.