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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341469" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Redoubt</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kacelyevo's slope still felt<br>The cannon's bolt and the rifles' pelt;<br>For a last redoubt up the hill remained,<br>By the Russ yet held, by the Turk not gained.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mehemet Ali stroked his beard;<br>His lips were clinched and his look was weird;<br>Round him were ranks of his ragged folk,<br>Their faces blackened with blood and smoke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Clear me the Muscovite out!'' he cried,<br>Then the name of ``Allah!'' resounded wide,<br>And the rifles were clutched and the bayonets lowered,<br>And on to the last redoubt they poured.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One fell, and a second quickly stopped<br>The gap that he left when he reeled and dropped;<br>The second,-a third straight filled his place;<br>The third,-and a fourth kept up the race.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many a fez in the mud was crushed,<br>Many a throat that cheered was hushed,<br>Many a heart that sought the crest<br>Found Allah's throne and a houri's breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over their corpses the living sprang,<br>And the ridge with their musket-rattle rang,<br>Till the faces that lined the last redoubt<br>Could see their faces and hear their shout.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the redoubt a fair form towered,<br>That cheered up the brave and chid the coward;<br>Brandishing blade with a gallant air,<br>His head erect and his temples bare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Fly! they are on us!'' his men implored;<br>But he waved them on with his waving sword.<br>``It cannot be held; 'tis no shame to go!''<br>But he stood with his face set hard to the foe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then clung they about him, and tugged, and knelt.<br>He drew a pistol out from his belt,<br>And fired it blank at the first that set<br>Foot on the edge of the parapet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over, that first one toppled; but on<br>Clambered the rest till their bayonets shone,<br>As hurriedly fled his men dismayed,<br>Not a bayonet's length from the length of his blade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Yield!'' But aloft his steel he flashed,<br>And down on their steel it ringing clashed;<br>Then back he reeled with a bladeless hilt,<br>His honour full, but his life-blood spilt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mehemet Ali came and saw<br>The riddled breast and the tender jaw.<br>``Make him a bier of your arms,'' he said,<br>``And daintily bury this dainty dead!''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They lifted him up from the dabbled ground;<br>His limbs were shapely, and soft, and round.<br>No down on his lip, on his cheek no shade:-<br>``Bismillah!'' they cried, ``'tis an Infidel maid!''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Dig her a grave where she stood and fell,<br>'Gainst the jackal's scratch and the vulture's smell.<br>Did the Muscovite men like their maidens fight,<br>In their lines we had scarcely supped to-night.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So a deeper trench 'mong the trenches there<br>Was dug, for the form as brave as fair;<br>And none, till the Judgment trump and shout,<br>Shall drive her out of the Last Redoubt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</a><div class=q>
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The cannon's bolt and the rifles' pelt;
For a last redoubt up the hill remained,
By the Russ yet held, by the Turk not gained.

Mehemet Ali stroked his beard;
His lips were clinched and his look was weird;
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