The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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And now they stepp'd, with measured tread,
Martially, o'er the shining field;
Now, to the mimic combat led
(A heroine at each squadron's head),
Struck lance to lance and sword to shield:
While still, through every varying feat,
Their voices, heard in contrast sweet
With some, of deep but soften'd sound,
From lips of aged sires around,
Who smiling watch'd their children's play—
Thus sung the ancient Pyrrhic lay:—
Martially, o'er the shining field;
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(A heroine at each squadron's head),
Struck lance to lance and sword to shield:
While still, through every varying feat,
Their voices, heard in contrast sweet
With some, of deep but soften'd sound,
From lips of aged sires around,
Who smiling watch'd their children's play—
Thus sung the ancient Pyrrhic lay:—
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