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Richly caparisoned, a ready row

Of arméd horse, and many a warlike store,

Circled the wide-extending court below;

Above, strange groups adorned the corridore;

And oft-times through the area's echoing door

Some high-capped Tartar spurred his steed away:

The Turk—the Greek—the Albanian—and the Moor,

Here mingled in their many-hued array,

While the deep war-drum's sound announced the close of day.ff