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XXVIII.
Grenada's gate was storm'd, the cross of redFix'd on the Moorish wall, the Frenchman fled:
Sebastian bleeding to his tent was borne.
First in the charge, the fire, the escalade,
A ball had struck him; agonized and torn,
He saw his standard on the rampart soar,
Join'd in the shout, and sank, and saw no more.
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