Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 29 1831.pdf/9



were trampling sounds of many feet, And music rush'd through the crowded street; Proud music, such as tells the sky, Of a chief returned from victory.

There were banners to the winds unroll'd, With haughty words on each blazon'd fold; High battle-names, which had rung of yore, When lances clash'd on the Syrian shore.