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“Behold! the brandisht blade and lance at rest, rang loud on coat and crest, a wild onsèt! They cried, as each his several law confest, these ‘Sanct’ Thiago!’ and those ‘Muhammad!’ The cries of wounded men the skies opprest, whose flowing blood in ugly puddles met, where other half-slain wretches drowning lay, who dragged their shatter’d limbs from out the fray.