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 And o’er him rattled, as he fell,
 * His quiver and his bow.

This all the savage Tatar host
 * With panic fear did smite,

Away their lances fathom-long
 * They threw in wild affright,

And all who could fled thither where
 * The sun doth glorious rise;

And thus was Hana freed again
 * From Tatar enemies.