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And start to sec their armonr's iron gleam 

 Dance with blue lustre in Tarbaria's stream. 



The blood-red banner floating o'er their ran, 

 All madly blithe the mingl'd myriads ran : 

 Impatient death beheld his destin'd food, 

 And hov'ring Yultures snuff'd the scent of blood. . 



Not such the numbers, nor the host so dread 

 By northern Brenn, or Scythian Timur led; 

 Nor such the heart-inspiring zeal that bore * 



United Greece to Phrygians reedy shore ! 

 There Gaul's proud knights with boastful mien adranee^ 

 Form the long line, and shake the cornel lance ; 

 Here, link'd with Thrace, in close battalions stand 

 Ausonia's sons, a soft inglorious band : 

 There the stern Norman joins the Austrian train, 

 And the dark tribes of late reviving Spain ; 

 Here, in black files, advancing firm and slow, 

 Victorious Albion twangs the deadly bow : — 

 Albion, — still prompt the captive's wrong to aid, 

 And wield in freedom's cause the freeman's gen'rous blade! 



Ye sainted spirits of the warrior dead, 

 Whose giant force Britannia's armies led ! 

 Whose bick'ring falchions foremost in the fight, 

 Still pour'd confusion on the Soldan's might ; 

 Lords of the biting axe and beamy spear, 

 Wide conquering Edward, lion R.ichard hear '. 

 At Albion's call yonr crested pride resume, 

 And bu^st the marble slumbers of the tomb ! 

 Your sons behold in arms, in heart the same. 

 Still press th'^ footsteps of parental fame, 

 To Salem still their generous aid supply. 

 And pluck the palm of Syrian chivalry ! 



When he from towery Malta's yielding isle, 

 And the green waters of relu6tant Nile, 

 Th' apostate chief, — from Misraim's subject shore 

 To Acre's walls his trophied banners bore ; 

 When the pale desert mark'd his proud array, 

 And Desolation hop'd an ampler sway ; 

 What hero then triumphant Gaiil dismay'd? 

 What arm rcpcll'd the victor renegade ? 

 Britannia's champion ! — bath'd in hostile blood, 

 High on the breach the dauntless seaman stood. 

 Admiring Asia saw th' unequal fight, — 

 E'en the pale crescent bless'd the Christian's might. 



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