Who  grew  Hke  cedars  round  him  gloriously—
When  he  beheld  his  latest  hero  grace

The  earth,  which  he  became  like  a  fsll'd  tree.
Paused  for  a  moment  horn,  the  il^t,  and  oast
A  glance  on  that  slain  son,  his  first  and  Isst.
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The  acddlne,  who  behehl  him  drop  his  point.
Stopped  as  if  once  more  wiUing  to  conoede

Qnartss,  in  case  he  bade  them  not  "  aroynt  i  '*
As  he  before  had  done.    He  did  not  heed

Their  pause  nor  signs :  his  heart  was  out  of  joint.
And  shook  (till  now  unshaken)  like  a  reed.
As  he  look'd  down  upon  his  children  gone,

And  felti-Hhou^  done  with  lifi»— he  was  alonou

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BnttunaatBWsiflattmMr.    with  a  spring
Upon  die  Russian  stsel  his  brsset  he  flung,

As  carelessly  as  hurls  the  moth  her  wing
Against  the  light  vrheiein  she  dies:  he  dung

Cloeor,  that  all  the  deadlier  they  might  wring.
Unto  the  bayoneta  whidi  had  pisvoed  his  young ;

And,  throiring  back  a  dim  look  on  his  sons,

In  one  vride  wound  pour'd  forth  his  s6ul  at  UBOU.
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'TIS  strange  enough— the  rough,  tough  soldiers,  who
Speared  neither  sex  nor  age  in  their  career

Of  carnage,  when  this  old  man  was  pierced  through.
And  lay  before  them  with  his  children  near,        •

Touch'd  by  the  heroism  of  him  they  slew.
Were  melted  for  a  moment ;  though  no  tear

Flow'd  from  their  bloodshot  eyes,  all  red  with  strife

They  honor'd  such  detennined  scorn  of  life.
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But  the  stone  bastiott  still  kept  up  its  fire,
Where  the  chief  Pacha  calmly  held  his  post :

Some  twenty  times  he  made  the  Buss  retire.
And  baflled  the  assaults  of  all  their  host ;

At  length  he  condescended  to  inquire
If  yet  the  city's  rest  were  won  or  lost.
