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What terrible explosion rends the sky? What fierce combustion wraps in flame the air? Traverse and curtain tall to ruin fly, And sulphurous fires the bastioned bulwarks tear Like rags asunder! Cries of deep despair Burst from the pale defenders; grenadiers, Unmoved as rocks till then, in hundreds share The ramparts’ doom which form their blackened biers; And rush the stormers in with lustiest British cheers.