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And ’mid this jar confused of noises dire, And shouts of living soldiers fierce and fell, The piercing shrieks of wounded men rose higher Through groans of dying strewn by shot and shell; And of the fire balls from the citadel Some lit amongst the helpless wounded, bringing New pangs where agony too much doth dwell. See crawling through the blaze, or nervous springing, The maimed from where blue fire its lurid glare is flinging!