- As thro' the land at eve we went,
And pluck'd the ripen'd ears,14 lines, 1 comment - Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums,
That beat to battle where he stands;8 lines - Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swoon'd nor utter'd cry:16 lines
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