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230 To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet—

But hark!—that heavy sound breaks in once more,

As if the clouds its echo would repeat;

And nearer—clearer—deadlier than before!

Arm! Arm! it is—it is—the cannon's opening roar!

XXIII.

Within a windowed niche of that high hall

Sate Brunswick's fated Chieftain; he did hear

That sound the first amidst the festival,

And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear;