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 Another from his steed is flung,
 * That stumbles o'er the dead.

And here doth one his enemies
 * Strike down in furious mood,

As on the rocky mountain’s side
 * A tempest rends the wood.

There hilt-deep in a foeman’s heart
 * Another’s sword doth pierce,

Here from another’s head the ear
 * A Tatar severs fierce.

A shout! a cry of woe is heard!
 * Now, now the Christians yield;

The Tatars press them savagely,
 * And chase them o’er the field.

But like an eagle Jaroslaw
 * Doth to the rescue fly;

Hard steel is on his mighty breast,
 * Beneath the steel doth lie

Heroic valour, wisdom dwells
 * Beneath his helmet bright,

And glows and sparkles in his eyes
 * The fire of youthful might.

He like an angry lion storms,
 * That doth fresh blood behold,