The millions slain by soldiers for their ration,
The scenes like Catherine's boudoir at threescore,[444]
With Ismail's storm to soften it the more.
LXIX.
The town was entered: first one column made
Its sanguinary way good—then another;
The reeking bayonet and the flashing blade
Clashed 'gainst the scimitar, and babe and mother
With distant shrieks were heard Heaven to upbraid:—
Still closer sulphury clouds began to smother