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"Why need my tongue the issue tell?
We ran our course-my charger fell;
What could he 'gainst the shock of hell?
I rolled upon the plain.
High o'er my head, with threatening hand,
The spectre took his naked brand-
Yet did the worst remain:
My dazzled eyes I upward cast-
Not opening hell itself could blast
Their sight, like
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