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The blood in gushing torrents drench'd the plains,
The soul found passage through the spouting veins.

$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$And now aloud th' illustrious victor said,
"Where are your boastings now your champion's dead?"
Scarce had he spoke, when the Philistines fled:
But fled in vain; the conqu'ror swift pursu'd:
What scenes of slaughter! and what seas of blood!
There Saul thy thousands grasp'd th' impurpled sand
In pangs of death the conquest of thine hand;

And David there were thy ten thousands laid:

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Thus Israel's damsels musically play'd.

Near Gath and Ekron many an hero lay,
Breath'd out their souls, and curs'd the light of day:
Their fury, quench'd by death, no longer burns,

And David with Goliath's head returns,

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To Salem brought, but in his tent he plac'd
The load of armour which the giant grac'd.