@3Offic@1 Your Orders, Sir, are punctually obey'd The Visier went undaunted to his Fate, Nor at the horrid manner was concern'd, But cry'd, 'twas glorious all he underwent For @3Bassima@1, then as the Orders ran, Alive we cram'd him in the Fatal Canon, Which in a moment was discharg'd in Air, His Carcass shattering in a thousand pieces. Now dread and Horrour fell on all the Crowd, At so unhear'd, and unimagin'd Death... @3Enter an@1 Officer. @3Offi.@1 My Lord, the Princess @3Selima@1, distracted With her Griefs, ranges the fatal Plain, Gathering the smoaking Relicks of her Lord, Which singes, as she grasps them; now on the Horrid Pile, her self had heap'd, I left her Stretcht along, bestowing burning Kisses And Embraces on every fatal piece. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH RETURN (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE EXPANDED COMPOSITION by CLARENCE MAJOR TO A SCREEN-MAKER by MARIANNE MOORE HEMLOCK AND CEDAR by CARL SANDBURG |