from thence a glorious view A thousand turrets far beneath, is spread O'er lofty walls, and fields, and grassy mead; The golden harvests sweep away in sight And orchards, vineyards, on the left and right; Euphrates' stream as a broad silver band Sweeps grandly through the glowing golden land,

But now from hill and turret high the flaming cressets stream And watch-fires blaze on every hill and helm and hauberk gleam.