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Lo! from the launches sudden flash the lights of fierce artill’ery with infuriate blare; the leaden bullet kills, the thunder frights, and hissing echoes cleave the shrinking air:
Now break the Moormen’s hearts and haughty sprites, whose blood cold curdleth with a ghastly fear:
The skulking coward flies his life to save, and dies to Death exposed the daring brave.