...lightnings from the mountain cloud ; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, BOZZARIS cheer his band ; — " Strike— till the last armed foe expires, Strike...graves of your sires, God — and your native land ! " They fought, like brave men, long and well, They piled that ground with Moslem slain, They conquered...

...Fitz-Greene Hallock is not unjustly called, has ascribed to Marco Bozzaris : " Strike — till the last arm'd foe expires, Strike — for your altars and your fires,...graves of your sires, God — and your native land." NS VOL. III. 3 Л The sun hail risen upon the earth, and yet it was not day. Ramparts and walls were...

...with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band ; [ Very loud, rapidly, and with much animation.] Strike — till the last armed foe expires, Strike...green graves of your sires, God — and your native land.[In a softer and slower manner.] They fought — like brave men, long and well, — they piled...

...He woke — to die midst flame, and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, And death shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud ; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : " Strike — till the last armed foe expires ; Strike — for your altars...

...lightnings ifrom the mountain cloud ; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : — " Strike — till the last armed foe expires, Strike...graves of your sires, God — and your native land !" They fought — like brave men, long and well, They piled that ground with Moslem slain ; They conquered...

...'." He woke — to die 'midst flame and smoke, And shout and groan and sabre stroke, And death shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : . " Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars...

...!" He woke — to die midst flame and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, And death shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud ; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : — " Strike — till the last armed foe expires, Strike — for your altars...

...!" He woke—to die midst flame and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, And death shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud : And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, God—and your native land !" They piled that ground with Moslem slain, They conquered—but Bozzaris...

...old Plateea's day ; . As quick, as far as they. "An hour passed on—the Turk awoke ; And death shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud ; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, That bright dream was his last; He woke—to hear his sentries shriek, ' To arms! they come! the Greek...

...Greek!' He woke—to die midst flame, and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, And death shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud ; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band: ' Strike—till the last armed foe expires ; Strike—for your altars and...