JAROSLAW.
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And o’er him rattled, as he fell,
His quiver and his bow.
This all the savage Tatar host
With panic fear did smite,
Away their lances fathom-long
They threw in wild affright,
And all who could fled thither where
The sun doth glorious rise;
And thus was Hana[1] freed again
From Tatar enemies.
- ↑ Hana is a district in Moravia in the neighbourhood of Olmütz.