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HISTORICAL BALLADS.
Another from his steed is flung,
That stumbles o'er the dead.
And here doth one his enemies
Strike down in furious mood,
As on the rocky mountain’s side
A tempest rends the wood.
There hilt-deep in a foeman’s heart
Another’s sword doth pierce,
Here from another’s head the ear
A Tatar severs fierce.
A shout! a cry of woe is heard!
Now, now the Christians yield;
The Tatars press them savagely,
And chase them o’er the field.
But like an eagle Jaroslaw
Doth to the rescue fly;
Hard steel is on his mighty breast,
Beneath the steel doth lie
Heroic valour, wisdom dwells
Beneath his helmet bright,
And glows and sparkles in his eyes
The fire of youthful might.
He like an angry lion storms,
That doth fresh blood behold,
