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Colonel Burnaby
συ δ' εν στροφαλιγγι χονιης
χεισο μεγαΣ μεγαλωστι, λελασμενος ιπποσυναων.
Thou that on every field of earth and sky
Didst hunt for death, who seemed to flee and fear—
How great and greatly fallen dost thou lie
Slain in the desert by some wandering spear:
‘Not here, alas!’ may England say, ‘not here,
Nor in this quarrel was it meet to die,
But in that dreadful battle drawing nigh
To thunder through the Afghan passes sheer,
Didst hunt for death, who seemed to flee and fear—
How great and greatly fallen dost thou lie
Slain in the desert by some wandering spear:
‘Not here, alas!’ may England say, ‘not here,
Nor in this quarrel was it meet to die,
But in that dreadful battle drawing nigh
To thunder through the Afghan passes sheer,
Like Aias by the ships shouldst thou have stood,
And in some glen have stayed the stream of flight,
The bulwark of thy people and their shield,
When Indus or when Helmund ran with blood;
Till back into the northland and the night
The smitten eagle scattered from the field.’
And in some glen have stayed the stream of flight,
The bulwark of thy people and their shield,
When Indus or when Helmund ran with blood;
Till back into the northland and the night
The smitten eagle scattered from the field.’
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