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By time, or mountain lightning, riven
From summits clad in mists of heaven;
For where is he that hath beheld

The peak of Liakura unveil'd?

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They reach the grove of pine at last : "Bismillah! (26) now the peril's past; "For yonder view the opening plain,

"And there we'll prick our steeds amain :" The Chiaus spake, and as he said,

A bullet whistled o'er his head;
The foremost Tartar bites the ground!
Scarce had they time to check the rein,
Swift from their steeds the riders bound;
But three shall never mount again:
Unseen the foes that gave the wound,

The dying ask revenge in vain.

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With steel unsheath'd, and carbine bent,

Some o'er their courser's harness leant,

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Half shelter'd by the steed;

Some fly behind the nearest rock,
And there await the coming shock,

Nor tamely stand to bleed

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Have well secured the only way

Could now avail the promised prey;

Then curl'd his very beard (27) with ire,

And glared his eye with fiercer fire :

"Though far and near the bullets hiss,

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"I've scaped a bloodier hour than this."

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Nor raised the craven cry, Amaun! (28)
In fuller sight, more near and near,
The lately ambush'd foes appear,
And, issuing from the grove, advance
Some who on battle-charger prance.
Who leads them on with foreign brand,
Far flashing in his red right hand?
""Tis he! 'tis he! I know him now;
"I know him by his pallid brow;
"I know him by the evil eye (29)
"That aids his envious treachery:
"I know him by his jet-black barb :
"Though now array'd in Arnaut garb,
"Apostate from his own vile faith,
"It shall not save him from the death:
""Tis he! well met in any hour,
"Lost Leila's love, accursed Giaour!"
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As rolls the river into ocean,
In sable torrent wildly streaming;

As the sea-tide's opposing motion,
In azure column proudly gleaming,
Beats back the current many a rood,
In curling foam and mingling flood,
While eddying whirl, and breaking wave,
Roused by the blast of winter rave;

Through sparkling spray, in thundering clash,
The lightnings of the waters flash

In awful whiteness o'er the shore,

That shines and shakes beneath the roar;
Thus-as the stream and ocean greet,

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With waves that madden as they meet-
Thus join the bands, whom mutual wrong,

And fate, and fury, drive along.

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The bickering sabre's shivering jar;

And pealing wide or ringing near

It echoes on the throbbing ear,

The deathshot hissing f afar;

The shock, the shout, the groan of war,
Reverberate along that vale,

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More suited to the shepherd's tale:

Though few the number-theirs the strife,
That neither spares nor speaks for life!
Ah! fondly youthful hearts can press,
To seize and share the dear caress;
But Love itself could never pant
For all that Beauty sighs to grant

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HIS BACK TO. EARTH, HIS FACE TO HEAVEN,

FALL'N HASSAN LIES HIS UNCLOSED EYE

YET LOWERING ON HIS ENEMY.

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