...And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band ; " Strike—till the last armed Toe expires, Strike—for your altars and your fires,...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...

...dome of Saint Sophia, and Ichabod was written on " the giant pile." " Strike—till the last arm'd foe expires, Strike—for your altars and your fires, Strike—for the green graves of your sires, Gort—and your native land." xs voi,. in. 3 A The sun had risen upon the earth, and yet it was not...

...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, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose,...

...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, His few surviving comrades saw His smile, when rang their proud hurrah, Bleeding at every vein....

...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, His few surviving comrades saw His smile, when rang their proud hurrah, Bleeding at every vein....

...trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band: " Strike—till the last arm'd foe expires ; Strike—for yo.ir altars and your 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 conquer'd—but...

...as they. An hour pass'd on—The Turk awoke; Bozzaris cheer his band: " Strike—till the last arm'd foe expires ; Strike—for your altars and your fires ; Strike—for the green graves of your sires; And death shots falling thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain, cloud; And heard with voice...

...thick and fast As lightnings from the mountain cloud; And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzarris cheer his band ; " Strike—till the last armed foe...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...

...cloud ; And heard with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : " Strike—till tlie last arm'd foe expires; Strike—for your altars and your fires; Strike—for the green graves of your sires ; They fought—like brave men, long and well; God—and your native land 1'' They piled that ground...

...with voice as trumpet loud, That bright dream was his last; He woke—to hear his sentry's shriek, Bozzaris cheer his band; ' Strike—till the last...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...