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And many a stalwart cavalier and horse Was headlong flung in Echallara’s stream, And many an ailing man was soon a corse; From many a musket fires defensive teem, Held skyward--but in vain their flashes gleam, For terrible our vantage. Some too rushed In veteran might o’er Yanzi’s bridge, and deem Our flank to gall, but soon their fire was hushed. The wounded quarter sued--’twas given by conquerors flushed.