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The trumpet gave the second boom;
Again the clamour rent the gloom!
It gave the third: no murmur ran;
No sound moved by the breath of man

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O'er all that collied, countless throng;
For trembling feelings, fierce, and strong,
Oppress'd them all. Blench'd was each cheek,
And lip, that moved, but durst not speak.
 

Darkened, overshadowed.