The city's taken, but not rendered!—No!

There's not a Moslem that hath yielded sword:

The blood may gush out, as the Danube's flow

Rolls by the city wall; but deed nor word

Acknowledge aught of dread of Death or foe:

In vain the yell of victory is roared

By the advancing Muscovite—the groan

Of the last foe is echoed by his own.