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The walls were strong,—the guard was true,
And dearly might the Persian rue
His rash attack on what had stood
The raging storms of fire and flood.—
Oh! scarcely had the madden'd fray,
Of him who sought his Turkish prey,
Been known to turban'd chief, than throng
A band of vassals fierce and strong,—
And numerous as the leaves that play,
In breezes light, on autumn day.
They soon disarm'd the threatening band,
That came so furious to their land.
Though Assad raved and raged aloud,
And cursed the overpowering crowd,—
And many a wound unheeded bore;—
Nor cared for pain and streaming gore;—
But thirsted for revenge on one!
Dark, dread revenge:—Revenge alone!
And dearly might the Persian rue
His rash attack on what had stood
The raging storms of fire and flood.—
Oh! scarcely had the madden'd fray,
Of him who sought his Turkish prey,
Been known to turban'd chief, than throng
A band of vassals fierce and strong,—
And numerous as the leaves that play,
In breezes light, on autumn day.
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That came so furious to their land.
Though Assad raved and raged aloud,
And cursed the overpowering crowd,—
And many a wound unheeded bore;—
Nor cared for pain and streaming gore;—
But thirsted for revenge on one!
Dark, dread revenge:—Revenge alone!
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