...— to die midst flame, and smoke, Aud shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, And death shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud...heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer h is band ; " Strike — till the last armed foe expires, Strike — for your altars and your fires,...

...woke—to die midst flame and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, And death iihots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud...with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band ;' (°°) "Strike—till the last armed foe expires, Strike—for your altars and your fires, Strike—for...

...— to die midst flame and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, And death .-hits falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud ; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, (°°) "Strike — till the last armed foe expires, Strike — for your altars and your fires, Strike...

...— to die 'midst flame, and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, And death shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain, cloud...Bozzaris cheer his band: " Strike — till the last arm'd foe expires ; Strike — for your altars and your fires ; Strike — for the green graves of...

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...woke — to die midst flame and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, And death-shots falling thick and fast, As lightnings from the mountain cloud...expires, Strike — for your altars and your fires, rStrike — for the green graves of your sires, God — and your native land ! ' They fought — like...

...thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud ; . And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, (°°) "Strike — till the last armed foe expires, Strike...green graves of your sires, God — and your native landJ" 3 They fought— like brave men, long and well, They piled lhat ground with Moslem slain, They...

...— to die 'midst flame, and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, And death shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud...Bozzaris cheer his band : " Strike — till the last arm'd foe expires ; Strike — for your altars and your fires ; Strike — for the green graves of...

...woke—to die 'midst flame and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, And death-shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud ; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bezzaris cheer his band. " Strike ! till the last armed foe expires ; Strike ! for your altars and...

...woke to die midst flame and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, And death shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzarris cheer his band ; " Strike — till the last armed foe expires, Strike — for your altars...