Alas! their flight is vain.
Behold! a thousand torches flash
Like meteors into view!
While swift the Pagans onward dash
The bold dragoons pursue!
See! now the captives reach a stream,
A rushing torrent wild;
They cannot pass—[Throws book on floor.]
Oh, grief! now for the gestures: [With hesitation as though forgetting lines.]
The swarthy forms steal[51] one by one