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Side 146
Hard , heartless Chief , unmov ' d alike ' Mid eyes that weep , and swords that
strike ; One of that saintly , murderous brood , To carnage and the Koran given ,
Who think through unbeliever ' s blood Lies their directest path to heaven ;One ,
who ...
Hard , heartless Chief , unmov ' d alike ' Mid eyes that weep , and swords that
strike ; One of that saintly , murderous brood , To carnage and the Koran given ,
Who think through unbeliever ' s blood Lies their directest path to heaven ;One ,
who ...
Side 174
This blessed day for Heaven and me , A day more rich in Pagan blood Than ever
flash ' d o ' er OMAN ' s flood . Before another dawn shall shine , His head - heart
- limbs — will all be mine ; This very night his blood shall steep These hands all ...
This blessed day for Heaven and me , A day more rich in Pagan blood Than ever
flash ' d o ' er OMAN ' s flood . Before another dawn shall shine , His head - heart
- limbs — will all be mine ; This very night his blood shall steep These hands all ...
Side 180
As a pale Angel of the Grave ; And o ' er the wide , tempestuous wave , Looks ,
with a shudder , to those towers , Where , in a few short awful hours , Blood ,
blood , in streaming tides shall run , Foul incense for to - morrow ' s sun ! “ Where
art ...
As a pale Angel of the Grave ; And o ' er the wide , tempestuous wave , Looks ,
with a shudder , to those towers , Where , in a few short awful hours , Blood ,
blood , in streaming tides shall run , Foul incense for to - morrow ' s sun ! “ Where
art ...
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