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QUEEN’S COURT MANUSCRIPT.
That far and wide ascends, and now
To breach the walls begin.
Down from the walls the trees they hurl,
Like worms the Tatar foe
They crush, and spread destruction wide
Upon the plain below.
And long and savagely 'twas fought,
Until the gloom of night
For both contending armies set
A limit to the fight.
OGod! it is a sight of woe!
The glorious Vneslaw falls!
Struck by an arrow down he sinks
Beneath the Christians’ walls.
Now anguish tears the heavy heart,
Thirst doth the entrails pain,
With dry and parched throats they lick
The dewy grass in vain.
Still eve into cool night doth pass,
Night into morning grey,
And all within the Tatar camp
Tranquil and quiet lay.
The day doth mid-day heat assume,
Through thirst the Christians fall,
