Constance De Castile A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby |
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“Like cataracts from the mountain brow“Clash the couch'd lances in their rest,
“Squadron on squadron, breast on breast.
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“Whose voice pours thunder on the gale?
“Whose war-hoofs, red with slaughter, crush the foe?
“Like Death, with terror crown'd, dark tow'rs the sable mail.
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