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 That far and wide ascends, and now
 * To breach the walls begin.

Down from the walls the trees they hurl,
 * Like worms the Tatar foe

They crush, and spread destruction wide
 * Upon the plain below.

And long and savagely 'twas fought,
 * Until the gloom of night

For both contending armies set
 * A limit to the fight.

OGod! it is a sight of woe!
 * The glorious Vneslaw falls!

Struck by an arrow down he sinks
 * Beneath the Christians’ walls.

Now anguish tears the heavy heart,
 * Thirst doth the entrails pain,

With dry and parched throats they lick
 * The dewy grass in vain.

Still eve into cool night doth pass,
 * Night into morning grey,

And all within the Tatar camp
 * Tranquil and quiet lay.

The day doth mid-day heat assume,
 * Through thirst the Christians fall,