The wounded men on branches borne along
Were flung to earth—in vain their voices loud
Implored for aid, all trampled in the shroud
That wrapt them blood-besmeared. Confusion dire
Possest the ranks. The bravest horsemen cowed
Charged up the pass to escape the avenger’s ire;
The footman ’gainst the hussar was forced to turn his fire.
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And many a stalwart cavalier and horse