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CANTO THE SECONDXIII
A moment`s pause — `tis but to breathe their band
Or shall they onward press, or here withstand?
It matters little — if they charge the foes
Who by their border-stream their march oppose,
Some few, perchance, may break and pass the line,
However link`d to baffle such design.
"The charge be ours! to wait for their assault
Were fate well worthy of a coward`s halt."
Forth flies each sabre, rein`d is every steed,
And the next word shall scarce outstrip the deed:
In the next tone of Lara`s gathering breath
How many shall but hear the voice of death!
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