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 4 W-ATBRLOO; Wrapt, like the lightning, in its sulphurous shroud, And urge, as swift, their fiery coursers on, Where Havoc scents her-prey o'er Mount St. John. Can yon small bands, like lonely forts, dispers'd O'er the wide plain, withstand th o'erwhelm:ng burst It may not be !�et gaze once more around; Whose headlong coursers strew th' ensanguin'd ground Who sink beneath the musket's steady fires ?-- "is Albior,:onquers !--'tis the Gaul expires ! Fix'd as her rocks, not banded worlds could tear F,ch moveless phalanx from the serried square. Their foe. me n chargethey point the bayouet's rows-- Their comrades fall--their lesseu'd files they close, h With stern composure, more tremendous far. Than all the angry turbuleuce of war. Swift to the!r aid, with eonquest's thrilling cry 8weep o'er the field Brltannia's Cavalry. Like the 8imoon they come ;--the prostrate foe Grasps in .couvulsive death the plain below. Where yawns the quarry with abrupt abyss, �adlong they roll, down,--down the precipice. In uudistinguishable tumult bleed The wounded soldier, and the mangled steed. �A tremendous shughter ook place, in the manner described, where some stone quarries had been opened on the plni ......... Google

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