An excerpt from The Vision of Don Roderick
by Sir Walter Scott
1811
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...O vainly gleans with Steel Agueda's shore,
Vainly thy squadrons hide Assuava's plain,
And front the flying thunders as they roar,
With frantic charge and tenfold odds, in vain!
And what avails thee that, for Cameron slain,
Wild from his plaided ranks the yell was given -
Vengeance and grief gave mountain-rage the rein,
And, at the bloody spear-point headlong driven-
Thy Despot's giant guards fled like the rack of heaven. |
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