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Don Juan 07-46
Canto the Seventh
 
     XLVI

But to the tale: -- great joy unto the camp!
     To Russian, Tartar, English, French, Cossacque,
O'er whom Suwarrow shone like a gas lamp,
     Presaging a most luminous attack;
Or like a wisp along the marsh so damp,
     Which leads beholders on a boggy walk,
He flitted to and fro a dancing light,
Which all who saw it follow'd, wrong or right.


Don Juan 07-47
Canto the Seventh
 
     XLVII

But certes matters took a different face;
     There was enthusiasm and much applause,
The fleet and camp saluted with great grace,
     And all presaged good fortune to their cause.
Within a cannon-shot length of the place
     They drew, constructed ladders, repair'd flaws
In former works, made new, prepared fascines,
And all kinds of benevolent machines.


Don Juan 07-48
Canto the Seventh
 
     XLVIII

'T is thus the spirit of a single mind
     Makes that of multitudes take one direction,
As roll the waters to the breathing wind,
     Or roams the herd beneath the bull's protection;
Or as a little dog will lead the blind,
     Or a bell-wether form the flock's connection
By tinkling sounds, when they go forth to victual;
Such is the sway of your great men o'er little.


Don Juan 07-49
Canto the Seventh
 
     XLIX

The whole camp rung with joy; you would have thought
     That they were going to a marriage feast
(This metaphor, I think, holds good as aught,
     Since there is discord after both at least):
There was not now a luggage boy but sought
     Danger and spoil with ardour much increased;
And why? because a little -- odd -- old man,
Stript to his shirt, was come to lead the van.


Don Juan 07-50
Canto the Seventh
 
     L

But so it was; and every preparation
     Was made with all alacrity: the first
Detachment of three columns took its station,
     And waited but the signal's voice to burst
Upon the foe: the second's ordination
     Was also in three columns, with a thirst
For glory gaping o'er a sea of slaughter:
The third, in columns two, attack'd by water.
 
 
George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) 
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