Uproar, revenge, and rage, and hate, appear
In all their murderous forms; and flame and blood
And sweat and duft array the broad campaign
In horror: hafty feet, and sparkling eyes,
And all the favage paffions of the foul,
Engage in the warm business of the day.

Here mingling hands, but with no friendly gripe,
Join in the fight; and breafts in close embrace,
But mortal as the iron arms of death.

Here words auftere, of perilous command,
And valour fwift t' obey; bold feats of arms
Dreadful to fee, and glorious to relate,

Shine through the field with more furprizing brightness
Than glittering helms or fpears. What loud applaufe
(Beft meed of warlike toil) what manly fhouts,
And yells unmanly through the battle ring!
And fudden wrath dies into endless fame.

Long did the fate of war hang dubious. Here Stood the more numerous Turk, the valiant Pole Fought here ; more dreadful, though with leffer wings.

But what the Dahets or the coward foul
Of a Cydonian, what the fearful crowds
Of bafe Cilicians'fcaping from the flaughter,
Of Parthian beafts, with all their racing riders,
What could they mean against th' intrepid breast
Of the pursuing foe? Th' impetuous Poles
Rush here, and here the Lithuanian horfe
Drive down upon them like a double bolt

of

Of kindled thunder raging through the sky
On founding wheels; or as fome mighty flood
Rolls his two torrents down a dreadful fteep
Precipitant, and bears along the ftream

Rocks, woods, and trees, with all the grazing herd,
And tumbles lofty forefts headlong to the plain.

The bold Boruffian fmoaking from afar
Moves like a tempeft in a dusky cloud,
And imitates th' artillery of heaven,

The lightning and the roar. Amazing scene!
What showers of mortal hail, what flaky fires
Burft from the darkness! while their cohorts firm
Met the like thunder, and an equal ftorm,
From hoftile troops, but with a braver mind.
Undaunted bofoms tempt the edge of war,

And rush on the sharp point; while baleful mischiefs,
Deaths, and bright dangers flew across the field
Thick and continual, and a thousand fouls

Fled murmuring through their wounds. I ftood aloof,
For 'twas unfafe to come within the wind

Of Ruffian banners, when with whizzing found,

Eager of glory, and profufe of life,

They bore down fearless on the charging foes,
And drove them backward. Then the Turkish moons
Wander'd in difarray. A dark eclipfe

Hung on the filver crefcent, boding night,
Long night, to all her fons: at length difrob'd
The standards fell: the barbarous enfigns torn
Fled with the wind, the fport of angry heaven:

And

And a large cloud of infantry and horfe
Scattering in wild diforder, fpread the plain.

Not noife, nor number, nor the brawny limb,
Nor high-built fize prevails: 'Tis courage fights,
'Tis courage conquers. So whole forefts fall
(A fpacious ruin) by one fingle axe.

And steel well-fharpned: fo a generous pair
Of young-wing'd eaglets fright a thousand doves.

Vaft was the flaughter, and the flowery green
Drank deep of flowing crimson. Veteran bands
Here made their laft campaign. Here haughty chiefs
Stretch'd on the bed of purple honour lie
Supine, nor dream of battle's hard event,
Opprefs'd with iron flumbers, and long night.
Their ghofts indignant to the nether world
Fled, but attended well: for at their fide
Some faithful Janizaries ftrew'd the field,
Fall'n in juft ranks or wedges, lunes or fquares,
Firm as they ftood; to the Warfovian troops,
A nobler toil, and triumph worth their fight.
But the broad fabre and keen poll-axe flew
With speedy terror through the feebler herd,
And made rude havock and irregular spoil
Amongst the vulgar bands that own'd the name
Of Mahomet. The wild Arabians fled

In fwift affright a thoufand different ways [mountains
Through brakes and thorns, and climb'd the craggy
Bellowing; yet hafty fate o'ertook the cry,
And Polish hunters clave the timorous deer.

Thus the dire prospect distant fill'd my foul
With awe; till the last relicks of the war,
The thin Edonians, flying had disclos'd
The ghaftly plain: I took a nearer view,
Unfeemly to the fight, nor to the smell
Grateful. What loads of mangled flesh and limbs
(A difmal carnage!) bath'd in reeking gore
Lay weltering on the ground; while flitting life
Convuls'd the nerves still shivering, nor had lost
All tafte of pain! Here an old Thracian lies,
Deform'd with years and scars, and groans aloud
Torn with fresh wounds; but inward vitals firm
Forbid the foul's remove, and chain it down
By the hard laws of nature, to sustain

Long torment: his wild eye-balls roll: his teeth,
Gnathing with anguifh, chide his lingering fate.
Emblazon'd armour spoke his high command
Amongst the neighbouring dead; they round their lord
Lay proftrate; fome in flight ignobly flain,
Some to the skies their faces upwards turn'd
Still brave, and proud to die fo near their prince.

I mov'd not far, and lo, at manly length
Two beauteous youths of richeft Ott'man blood
Extended on the field: in friendship join'd,
Nor fate divides them: hardy warriors both;
Both faithful; drown'd in showers of darts they fell,
Each with his fhield spread o'er his lover's heart,
In vain for on those orbs of friendly brafs
Stood groves of javelins; fome, alas, too deep

Were planted there, and through their lovely bofoms
Made painful avenues for cruel death.

O my dear native land, forgive the tear

I dropt on their wan cheeks, when strong compaffion
Forc'd from my melting eyes the briny dew,
And paid a facrifice to hoftile virtue.

Dacia, forgive the fight that wish'd the fouls
Of thofe fair infidels fome humble place
/Among the bleft. "Sleep, fleep, ye hapless pair,
"Gently, I cry'd, worthy of better fate,
"And better faith." Hard by the General lay,
Of Saracen defcent, a grizly form

Breathlefs, yet pride fat pale upon his front
In disappointment, with a furly brow
Louring in death, and vext; his rigid jaws
Foaming with blood bite hard the Polish spear:
In that dead visage my remembrance reads
Rah Caraccas: In vain the boasting slave
Promis'd and footh'd the fultan threatening fierce
With royal fuppers and triumphant fare
Spread wide beneath Warfovian filk and gold;
See on the naked ground all cold he lies
Beneath the damp wide covering of the air
Forgetful of his word. How heaven confounds
Infulting hopes! with what an awful smile
Laughs at the proud, that loosen all the reins
To their unbounded wishes, and leads on
Their blind ambition to a fhameful end!

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