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“Here wildest Battle hath its cruel’est will, with deaths and shouts, and slash and gory shower; the multitud’inous Braves, who’re killed and kill, rob of their proper hues the bloom and flower:
At length they fly! they die! now waxeth still War’s note, while lance and spear have lost their power: Castilia’s King the fate of pride must own, seeing his purpose changed, his host o’erthrown.