Jtecoil before their leaders look and Mow: 1020’Now girl with numbers, now almost alone,lie foils their ranks, or reunites his own;llimselfhespared not — once they seemed to fly—Now was the time, he waved his hand on high.And shook—w hy sudden droops that plumed crest?The shaft is sped — the arrow's in his breast!That fatal gesture left the unguarded side,

And Death hath stricken down yon arm of pride.The word of triumph fainted from his tongue;That hand , so raised, how droopingly it hung!Hut yet the sword instinctively retains.

Though from its fellow shrink the falling reins;These Kaled snatches: dizzy with the blow.And senseless bending o'er his saddle-bow.Perceives not Lara that his anxious pageBeguiles his charger from the combat’s rage:Meantime his followers charge , and charge again;Too mix'd the slayers now to heed the slain!

XVI.

Day glimmers on the dying and the dead,

The cloven cuirass, and the hclmlcss head; 1040The war-horse masteries* is on the earth,

And that last grasp hath hurst his bloody girth;And near yet quivering with what life remained.The heel that urg’d him and the hand that reined;And some too near that rolling torrent lie*