'f HE SIEGE OF COKINTH.

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A cry prophetic of their fall :

It struck even llie besieger’s earWith something ominous and drear;

And undefined and sudden thrill,

Which makes the heart a moment still,

Then beat with quicker pulse, ashamedOf that strange sense its silence framed;

Such as a sudden passing-bellWakes, though but for a stranger’s knell.

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The tent of Alp was on the shore;

The sound was hushed, the prayer was o’er; 24oThe watch was set, the night - round made,

All mandates issued and obeyed:

’Tis but another anxious night,

His pains the morrow may requite

With all revenge and love can pay, 2 15

In guerdon for their long delay.

lew hours remain, and he hath need

Of rest, to nerve for many a deed

Of slaughter; but within his soul

fhe thoughts like troubled waters roll. 2 x 1

He stood alone among the host;

Not his the loud fanatic boastl o plant the crescent o’er the cross,

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