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Allah qui me rendra	A
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XVL May	B
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Oh Allah who will give me back my terrible array	B
My emirs and my cavalry that shook the earth to day	B
My tent my wide extending camp all dazzling to the sight	C
Whose watchfires kindled numberless beneath the brow of night	C
Seemed oft unto the sentinel that watched the midnight hours	D
As heaven along the sombre hill had rained its stars in showers	D
Where are my beys so gorgeous in their light pelisses gay	B
And where my fierce Timariot bands so fearless in the fray	B
My dauntless khans my spahis brave swift thunderbolts of war	A
My sunburnt Bedouins trooping from the Pyramids afar	A
Who laughed to see the laboring hind stand terrified at gaze	E
And urged their desert horses on amid the ripening maize	E
These horses with their fiery eyes their slight untiring feet	F
That flew along the fields of corn like grasshoppers so fleet	F
What to behold again no more loud charging o'er the plain	G
Their squadrons in the hostile shot diminished all in vain	G
Burst grandly on the heavy squares like clouds that bear the storms	H
Enveloping in lightning fires the dark resisting swarms	H
Oh they are dead their housings bright are trailed amid their gore	A
Dark blood is on their manes and sides all deeply clotted o'er	A
All vainly now the spur would strike these cold and rounded flanks	I
To wake them to their wonted speed amid the rapid ranks	I
Here the bold riders red and stark upon the sands lie down	J
Who in their friendly shadows slept throughout the halt at noon	K
Oh Allah who will give me back my terrible array	B
See where it straggles 'long the fields for leagues on leagues away	B
Like riches from a spendthrift's hand flung prodigal to earth	L
Lo steed and rider Tartar chiefs or of Arabian birth	L
Their turbans and their cruel course their banners and their cries	M
Seem now as if a troubled dream had passed before mine eyes	M
My valiant warriors and their steeds thus doomed to fall and bleed	N
Their voices rouse no echo now their footsteps have no speed	N
They sleep and have forgot at last the sabre and the bit	O
Yon vale with all the corpses heaped seems one wide charnel pit	O
Long shall the evil omen rest upon this plain of dread	P
To night the taint of solemn blood to morrow of the dead	P
Alas 'tis but a shadow now that noble armament	Q
How terribly they strove and struck from morn to eve unspent	R
Amid the fatal fiery ring enamoured of the fight	C
Now o'er the dim horizon sinks the peaceful pall of night	C
The brave have nobly done their work and calmly sleep at last	S
The crows begin and o'er the dead are gathering dark and fast	S
Already through their feathers black they pass their eager beaks	M
Forth from the forest's distant depth from bald and barren peaks	M
They congregate in hungry flocks and rend their gory prey	B
Woe to that flaunting army's pride so vaunting yesterday	B
That formidable host alas is coldly nerveless now	T
To drive the vulture from his gorge or scare the carrion crow	A
Were now that host again mine own with banner broad unfurled	U
With it I would advance and win the empire of the world	U
Monarchs to it should yield their realms and veil their haughty brows	M
My sister it should ever be my lady and my spouse	M
Oh what will unrestoring Death that jealous tyrant lord	V
Do with the brave departed souls that cannot swing a sword	V
Why turned the balls aside from me Why struck no hostile hand	W
My head within its turban green upon the ruddy sand	W
I stood all potent yesterday my bravest captains three	A
All stirless in their tigered selle magnificent to see	A
Hailed as before my gilded tent rose flowing to the gales	M
Shorn from the tameless desert steeds three dark and tossing tails	M
But yesterday a hundred drums were heard when I went by	X
Full forty agas turned their looks respectful on mine eye	X
And trembled with contracted brows within their hall of state	Y
Instead of heavy catapults of slow unwieldy weight	Y
I had bright cannons rolling on oak wheels in threatening tiers	M
And calm and steady by their sides marched English cannoniers	M
But yesterday and I had towns and castles strong and high	X
And Greeks in thousands for the base and merciless to buy	X
But yesterday and arsenals and harems were my own	Z
While now defeated and proscribed deserted and alone	Z
I flee away a fugitive and of my former power	A
Allah I have not now at least one battlemented tower	A
And must he fly the grand vizier the pasha of three tails	M
O'er the horizon's bounding hills where distant vision fails	M
All stealthily with eyes on earth and shrinking from the sight	C
As a nocturnal robber holds his dark and breathless flight	C
And thinks he sees the gibbet spread its arms in solemn wrath	A2
In every tree that dimly throws its shadow on his path	A2
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Thus after his defeat pale Reschid speaks	M
Among the dead we mourned a thousand Greeks	M
Lone from the field the Pasha fled afar	A
And musing wiped his reeking scimitar	A
His two dead steeds upon the sands were flung	B2
And on their sides their empty stirrups hung	B2
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W D Bentley's Miscellany	A

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