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"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 loud 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.
The Last of the Mohicans; A narrative of 1757
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