18 November 2003 20:37
"They fought—like brave men, long and well,They piled that ground with Moslem slain,
They conquered—but Bozzaris fell,
Bleeding at every vein.
His few surviving comrades saw
His smile when rang their proud hurrah,
And the red field was won;
Then saw in death his eyelids close
Calmly, as to a night's repose,
Like flowers at set of sun."
Halleck, "Marco Bozzaris," ll. 37-46
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