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Frantic she darts between the foes—
The Baron's sword is dipp'd in gore,
O'er her fair form the life-blood flows,
And Sybille falls—to rise no more!
The Baron's sword is dipp'd in gore,
O'er her fair form the life-blood flows,
And Sybille falls—to rise no more!
Who is that chief on Judah's strand,
Who, reckless of the mortal wound,
Hews desp'rate mid the Pajuun band,
Strewing with mangled heaps the ground?
Who, reckless of the mortal wound,
Hews desp'rate mid the Pajuun band,
Strewing with mangled heaps the ground?
And who is he, whose raven hair
Is taun'd by sun and wet with rain,
Who lies on Mary's pavement bare,
Bathing with tears the bloody stain?
Is taun'd by sun and wet with rain,
Who lies on Mary's pavement bare,
Bathing with tears the bloody stain?
