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Amongst the Tatar tents; with rain
Reviv’d the hill-spring flows!

The storm is past, from ev’ry land
There hasten warriors brave,
Towards Olmütz march in order’d ranks,
And high their banners wave.
Their heavy swords beside them hang,
Full quivers rattling sound
Upon their hips, their valiant heads
With helmets bright are crown’d,
And underneath the riders’ weight
The swift steeds prance and bound.
The wood-horns hoarsely bray, the roll
Of drums resounds afar,
The hosts upon each other rush,
And close in dreadful war.
A cloud arises from the dust,
And hangs the armies o’er;
The second fight is fiercer far
Than was the fight before.
The sharp swords clash, with fearful hiss
The poison’d arrows fly,
Spears crashing meet, and jav’lins whizz,
As they are hurl’d on high;