...Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor sav'd your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants...Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock. In the two following stanzas how admirably contrasted are the thoughtless inhabitants of a voluptuous...

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...Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor sav'd your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants...rides upon the sulphury Siroc, Red Battle stamps his loot, and nations feel the shock. In the two following stanzas how admirably contrasted are the thoughtless...

...Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor sav'd your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants'...tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides uponthe sulphury Siroc, Red Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock. XXXIX. Lo ! where the...

...Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor sav'd your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants'...Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock. Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain stands, His blood-red tresses deep'ning in the sun, With death-shot...

...Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote; Nor sav'd your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants'...Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock. Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain stands, His blood-red tresses deep'ning in the sun, With death-shot...

...Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor sav'd your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants'...XXXIX. Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain stands, His blood-red tresses deep'ning in the sun, With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands, And eye that scorcheth...

...Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor sav'd your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants'...Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock. Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain stands, His blood-red tresses deep'ning in the sun, With death-shot...

...Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor sav'd your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants'...thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Piroc, JRed Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock. Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain...

...dreadful note? Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote; Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants...Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe 5 Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc, Red Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock. XXXIX....