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Than sokl thyself to death and shamesI'or a meanly royal name;

Snell as lie of Naples weai'S,

Who thy blood - bought title bears.

Little didst tbon deem, when dashingOn thy war- horse through the ranks,

Like a stream which burst its banks,

While helmets eleft, and sabres clashing,’Shone and shiv red last around thee —

Of the fate at last which found thee:

Was that haughty plume laid lowBy a slave’s dishonest blow?

Once — as the Moon sways o’er the tide,

It rolled in air, the warrior’s guide;

Through the smoke - created nightOf the black and sulphurous light,

The soldier rais’d his seeking eye•To catch I Lai crest’s ascendancy, —

And, as it onward rolling rose,

So moved his heart upon our foes.

There, where death’s brief pang was quickest,And the battle’s wreck lay thickest,

Strcw’d beneath the advancing bannerOf the eagle’s burning crest —•

(Theve with thunder-clouds to fan her,

If ho could then her wing arrest —

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