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444 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH
(1807-1886)
HARMOSAN
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OW the third and fatal conflict for the Persian throne was done, And the Moslem's fiery valor had the crowning victory won.
Harmosan, the last and boldest the invader to defy, Captive, overborn by numbers, they were bringing forth to die.
Then exclaimed that noble captive: "Lo, I perish in
my thirst; Give me but one drink of water, and let then arrive
the worst!''
In his hand he took the goblet: but awhile the draught
forbore, Seeming doubtfully the purpose of the foeman to
explore.
Well might then have paused the bravest—for, around
him, angry foes With a hedge of naked weapons did the lonely man
enclose.
But what fear'st thou? cried the caliph, " is it, friend, a secret blow ? |
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