THE SIEGE OH COEINTir. 3()

With those who had fallen for that night’srepast. 420

And Alp knew, by the turbans that rolled on thesand,

The foremost of these were the best of his band:Crimson and gieen were the shawls of their wear,And each scalp had a single long tuft of hair, 5All the rest was shaven and bare. 4a5

The scalps were in the wild dog’s maw,

The hair was tangled round his jaw.

.But close by the shore, on the edge of the gulf,There sat a vulture Happing a wolf,

Who had stolen from the hills, but kept away, 43oScared by the dogs, from the human prey;

But he seized on his share of a steed that lay,Picked by the birds, on the sands of the bay.

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Alp turned him from the sickening sight:

Never had shaken his nerves in light; 435

But he belter could brook to behold the dying,Deep in the tido of their warm blood lying,Scorched with the deaill-thirst, and writhing invain,

Than the perishing dead who arc past all pain.There is something of pride in the perilous hour,