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 The shrieks of anguish and the yell of war And Death's deep groan, yet vibrate on my heart, Yet wake the strings of grief! "Twere long to tell The vast variety of woe that fill'd Unhappy Harfleur. Long Estouteville strove, Long Gaucour's forceful arm repell'd the foe. In vain they strove, for weak were the wide walls And few the gallant garrison, worn out With days of ceaseless toil, and fearful nights Of unseen peril. O'er the wasted town The dreadful engines of destruction hurl'd Their ponderous ruin: then my father died! Spirit of Albert! bend from yon high Heaven "Thy