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BOOK THE TENTH.
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Roll'd its full weight of waters; far away 480The fearful Satrap mark'd on Asia's coastsThe floating fragments, and with ominous fearTrembled for the Great King.Still Talbot strove,Tho' with vain valor, as when Ali rear'dIn the midnight war the warrior-withering cry! 485The aged Hero rear'd his two-edged sword,And ever as he smote a foe, exclaim'd,"God is victorious!" in the battle's clangFour hundred times from Ali's powerful voiceThat sound of Death was heard: but vainly strove 490The blameless Chieftain, by the Assassin's handDestin'd to end a life of frustrate hopes.
Young Talbot mark'd the Maid across the plain,Careering fierce in conquest. Her to meetHe spurr'd his horse, by one decisive deed 495Or to retrieve the battle, or to fallWith glory. Each beneath the other's blow

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