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.... . . . • . ; . • " VVhat though destruction sweep these lovely plains, Rise, fellow-men, your country yet remains ; By that dread name we wave the sword on high, And swear for her to live, witli her to die.'' The natives of Mitylene had just reason to deplore the absence of Harolde; his...

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...— Oh! Ileav'n! he cried, my bleeding country save! Is there no hand on high to shield the brave? Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains,...to live ! — with her to die ! He said, and on the rampart-heights array'd His trusty warriors, few, but undismay'd; Firm pac'd, and slow, a horrid front...

...! Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save !-— Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains,...live ! — with" her to die ! He said, and on the rampart-heights array 'd His trusty warriors, few, but undismay'd ; Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front...

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...brave? Y»'t, though destruction sweep the« lovely plains. Rise, fellow-men ! our country yet remain*! By that dread name, we wave the sword on high! And...to live! — with her to die! He said, and on the rampafl-heighis array'd His trusty warriors, few, but undismay'd; Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front...

...— Oh ! Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save ! Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains,...her to live ! with her to die ! He said, and on the rampart-heights arrayed His trusty warriours, few, but undismayed ; Firm paced, and slow, a horrid...

...laid,— Oh! Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save; Is there no hand on high to shield the brave. Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains,...to live' ! —with her to die! He said, and on the rampart-neights arrayed His trusty warriors, few, but undismayed! Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front...

...»veils there no hand on high to shield the brave I Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plait», Rise, fellow-men ! our country yet remains ! By that...to live ! — with her to die! He said, and on the rampart-heights array'il His trusty warriors, few, but undismay'd ; Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front...