Note 247 — Chapter XXXV
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"Within a window'd niche of that high hall, Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain: he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear; And when they smiled because he deem'd it near, His heart more truly knew that peal too well, Which stretch'd his Father on a bloody bier, And roused the Vengeance blood alone could quell. He rush'd into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell."
Childe Harold.