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மயிலை சீனி. வேங்கடசாமி ஆய்வுக்களஞ்சியம் -20
Wavering, recoiling, turning oft, they fled;
Omartes was not with them to uphold;
Foremost himself had rode
Heading the charge by which the Medes were scattered; 412
And when, believing victory won, he turned
His bloody reins back to the central war,
Behold, - a clud of dust,
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And thro' the cloud the ruins of an army!
At sunset, sole king on that plain, reigned Death. Far off, the dust-cloud rolled; far off, behind A dust-cloud followed fast;
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The hunted and the hunter, Flight and Havoc
420
'With the scant remnant of his mighty host
(Many who 'scaped the foe forsook their chief
For plains more safe than walls.)
The Scythian King repassed his brazen portals,
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In haste he sent to gather fresh recruits
Among the fiercest tribes his fathers ruled,
They whom a woman led
When to her feet they tossed the head of Cyrus.
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And the tribes answered 'Let the Scythian King
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Return repentant to old Scythian ways,
And la.ugh with us at foes.
Wains know no sieges - Freedom moves her cities
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Soon came the Victor with his Persian guards,
And all the rallied vengeance of his Medes;
One night, sprang up dread camps
With lurid watch-lights circling doomed ramparts,
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As hunters round the wild beasts in their lair Marked for the javelin, wind a belt of fire. Omartes scanned his walls
And said, 'Ten years Troy baffled Agamemnon.
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