More evil in an hour, than thirty bright
Summers could renovate, though they should be
Lovely as those which ripened Eden's fruit;
For War cuts up not only branch, but root.
XLII.
Our friends, the Turks, who with loud "Allahs" now
Began to signalise the Russ retreat,[400]
Were damnably mistaken; few are slow
In thinking that their enemy is beat,[401]
(Or beaten, if you insist on grammar, though