XXXVII.

And there, a little sheltered from the shot,

Which rained from bastion, battery, parapet,

Rampart, wall, casement, house—for there was not

In this extensive city, sore beset

By Christian soldiery, a single spot

Which did not combat like the Devil, as yet,—

He found a number of Chasseurs, all scattered

By the resistance of the chase they battered.

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