...fast, As lightnings from the mountain cloud ; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band ; ' Strike — till the last armed foe expires, Strike — for your altars and your fires, rStrike — for the green graves of your sires, God — and your native land ! ' They fought — like...

...altars and your fires, Strike — for the green graves of your sires, God — and yourjnative land !" 4. They fought — like brave men, long and well, They piled that ground with Moslem slam, They conquered — but Bozzarris fell, Bleeeding at every vein. Marco Bozzarris. Elocutionist,...

...fires, Strike—for the green graves of your sires, God—and your native land!' 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...

...As lightnings from the mountain cloud : And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzarris cheer his band ; " Strike — till the last armed foe expires,...graves of your sires, God — and your native land !" 4. They fought — like brave men, long and well, They piled that ground with Moslem slain, They...

...Bozzaris cheer his band ; " Strike — till the last armed foe expires, Strike — for your-altara and your fires, Strike — for the green graves of your sires, God — and your native laud !" They fought — like brave men, long and well, They piled that ground with Moslem slain, They...

...fires, Strike—for the green graves of your sires, God—and your native landi" 4. They fought—like brave men, long and well, They piled that ground with Moslem slain, They conquered—but Bozzarris fell, Bleeding at every vein. Marco Bozzarris. Elocutionist, p. 307. The...

...fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud ; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band ; (°°) " Strike — till the last armed foe...graves of your sires, God — and your native land !" 3 They fought — like brave men long, and well, They piled that ground with Moslem slain, They...

...fires, Strike—for the green graves of your sires, God—and your native land. 3 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...

...Fitz-Greene Hallock is not unjustly called, has ascribed to Marco Bozzaris : " Strike — till the last arm'd foe expires, Strike — for your altars and your fires,...graves of your sires, God — and your native land." NS VOL. III. 3 Л The sun hail risen upon the earth, and yet it was not day. Ramparts and walls were...

...sword, And drain their dearest veins. Strike, till the last armed foe expires By thine uplifted hand — Strike ! for the green graves of your sires, God, and your native land. PATRICK. Chagrin, O. 1833. For the Rural Repository To a Tear. WHY dost thou steal from thy crystal...