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XV. O hardend offspring of an iron race!

Fix'd was the right-hand giant's brazen look What of thy crimes, Don Roderick, shall I say? Upon his brother's glass of shifting sand, What alms, or prayers, or penance can efface

As if its ebb he measured by a book, Murder's dark spot, wash treason's stain away! Whose iron volume loaded his huge band; for the foul ravislier how shall I pray,

In which was wrote of many a falling land, Who, scarce repentant, makes his crime his boast? Of empires lost, and kings to exile driven, low hope Almighty vengeance shall delay,

And o'er that pair their names in scroll expand Unless, in mercy to yon christian host,

« Lo, Destiny and Time! to whom by Heaven le spare the shepherd, lest the guiltless sheep be The guidance of the earth is for a season given.»lost l»

XVI. hen kindled the dark tyrant in his mood,

E'en while they read, the sand-glass wastes away; And to his brow return'd its dauntless gloom;

And, as the last and lageing grains did creep;
And welcome then,» he cried, « be blood for blood, That right-hand giant 'gan his club upsway,
For treason treachery, for dishonour doom !

As one that startles from a heavy sleep.
It will I know whence come they, or by whom. Full on the upper wall the mace's sweep
Show, for thou canst-give forth the fated key, At once descended with the force of thunder,
od guide me, priest, to that mysterious room, And hurling down at once, in crumbled heap,
Where, if aught true in old tradition be,

The marble boundary was rent asunder,
is nation's future fate a Spanish king shall see.»—(6) And gave to Roderick's view new sights of fea

wonder.

XVII. 193-fated prince! recal the desperate word,

For they might spy, beyond that mighty breach, Or pause ere yet the omen thou obey!

Realms as of Spain in visioo'd prospect laid, think yon spell-bound portal would afford

Castles and towers, in due proportion each, Never to former monarch entrance-way;

As by some skilful artist's hand portray'd : Ir shall it ever ope, old records say,

Here, cross'd by many a wild Sierra's shade, Save to a king, the last of all his line,

And boundless plains that tire the traveller's eye; hat time his empire totters to decay,

There, rich with viocyard and with olive glade, And treason digs, beneath, her fatal mine,

Or deep-embrown'd by forests huge and high, d, high above, impends avenging wrath divine.» Or wash'd by mighty streams, that slowly murmurid

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XII.

XVIII.
Prelate ! a monarch's fate brooks no delay; And here, as erst upon the antique stage
Lead on !»-the ponderous key the old man look, Pass'd forth the bands of masquers trimly led,
d held the winking lamp, and led the way,

In various forms, and various equipage, by winding stair, dark aisle, and secret nook,

While fitting strains the hearer's fancy fed; en on an ancient gate-way bent his look ;

So to sad Roderick's eye in order spread, Ind, as the key the desperate king essay'd,

Successive pageants filld that mystic scene, w-mutter'd thunders the cathedral shook,

Showing the fate of battles ere they bled, lad twice be stopp'd, and twice new effort made,

And issue of events that had not been ; I the huge bolts rollid back, and the loud hinges And ever and anon strange sounds were beard between. bray'd.

XIX. 6. large, and lofty, was that vaulted hall;

First shrilld an unrepeated female shriek !-loof, walls, and floor, were all of marble stone,

It seem'd as if Don Roderick kuew the call, polislid marble, black as funeral pall,

For the bold blood was blancbing in his cheek.arved o'er with signs and characters uokoown. Then answer'd kettle-drum and atabal, aly lighut, as of the dawniog, shone

Gong-peal and cymbal-clank the ear appal, Through the sad bounds, but whence they could not The Tecbir war-cry, and the Lelies' yell, (7) spyi

Ring wildly dissonant along the ball. window to the upper air was none;

Needs not to Roderick their dread import tell'et by that light, Don Roderick could descry « The Moor,» be cried, « the Moor!-ring out the aders that ne'er till then were seen by mortal eye. tocsiu bell! XIV.

XX. n sentinels, against the upper wall,

1 « They come! they come! I see the groaning lands f molien bronze, iwo statues lield their place; White with the turbans of each Arab horde, save their naked limbs, their stature tall,

Swart Zaarah joins her misbelieving bands, heir frowning foreheads golden circles grace.

Alla and Mahomet their battle-word, Ided they seem'd for kings of giant race,

The choice they yield, the koran or the sword. luat lived and sino'd before the avenging flood; | See how the christians rush to arms a main ! graspd a scythe, that rested on a mace;

in yonder shout the voice of conflict roar'd! lais spreads his wings for flight, that pondering 'The shadowy hosts are closing on the plaisstood,

Now, God and Saint laço strike, for the good cause of ha stubborn seemd and stern, immutable of mood.1 Spain!

XXT.

XXVII. « By Heaven, the Moors prevail ! the christians yield !- From the dim landscape roll the clouds avarTheir coward leader gives for tlight the sign!

The christians have regaind their heritage; The scepter'd craven mounts to quit the field

Before the cross bas waned the crescent's ray, Is not yon steed Orelia ?— Yes, 't is mine! (8)

And many a monastery decks the stage, But never was she turn d from battle-line;

And lofty church, and low-browd hermitage. Lo! where the recreant spurs o'er stock and stone! The land obeys a bermit and a knight, Curses pursue the slave and wrath divine!

The genii these of Spain for many an age; Rivers ingulph him!»-« Hush !» in shuddering tone, This clad in sackcloth, that in armour bright, The prelate said; « rash prince, you visiou'd form 's And that was Valour named, this Bigotry was highl. thine own.»— XXII.

· XXVII. Just then, a torrent cross'd the flyer's course;

Valour was harness'd like a chief of old, The dangerous ford the kingly likeness tried ;

Arm'd at all points, and prompt for knighuy gest; But the deep eddies whelm'd both mau and horse,

His sword was temper'd in the Ebro cold, Swept like benighted peasant down the lide;

Morena's eagle-plume adorn'd his crest, And the proud Moslemah spread far and wide, The spoils of Afric's lion bound his breast. As numerous as their native locust band;

Fierce he stepp'd forward, and Aung down his gage. Berber and Ismael's sons the spoils divide,

As if of mortal kind to brave the best. With naked scymitars mete out the land,

Bim follow'd his companion, dark and sage, And for their boodsmen base the free-born natives As he, my master, sung, the dangerous Archimage. brand. XXIII.

XXIX. Then rose the grated harem, to inclose

Haughty of heart and brow the varrior came, The loveliest maidens of the christian line;

In look and language proud as proud might be, Then, menials to their misbelieving foes,

Vaunting his lordship, lineage, fights, and fame, Castile's young nobles held forbidden wine;

Yet was that bare-foot monk more proud than be Then, too, the holy cross, salvation's sign,

And as the ivy climbs the tallest tree, By impious hands was from the altar thrown,

So round the loftiest soul bis toils he wound, And the deep aisles of the polluted shrine

And with his spells subdued the fierce and free, Echoed, for holy hymn and organ-tone,

Till ermined Age, and Youth in arms renowad The santon's frantic dance, the fakir's gibbering moan. Honouring his scourge and hair-cloth, meekly kas

the ground. XXIV.

XXX.
How fares Don Roderick !-Een as one who spies And thus it chanced that Valour, peerless knight

Flames dart their glare o'er midnight's sable woof, Who ne'er to king or kaisar veild his crest,
And hears around his childreo's piercing cries, Victorious still in bull-feast or in fight,
And sees the pale assistants stand aloof;

Since first luis Jimbs with mail be did invest,
While cruel conscience brings him bitter proof, Stoop'd ever to that anchoret's behest;
His folly, or his crime, have caused his grief,

Nor reasop'd of the right, nor of the wrong, And, while above him nods the crumbling roof, But at his bidding laid the lance in rest, He curses earth and heaven-himself in chief

And wrought fell deeds the troubled world alone Desperate of earthly aid, despairing Heaven's relief! For he was fierce as brave, and pitiless as stroag XXV.

XXXI. That scythe-arm'd giant turo'd his fatal glass, Oft his proud galleys sought some new-found wont.

And twilight on the landscape closed her wings; That latest sees the sun, or first the morn; Far to Asturian bills the war-souods pass,

Sull at that wizard's feet their spoils he horld, And in their stead rebeck or timbrel rings;

Ingots of ore, from rich Potosi borne, And to the sound the bell-deck'd dancer springs, Crowns by caciques, aigrettes by omrahs worn, Bazaars resound as when their marts are met,

Wrought of rare gems, but broken, rent, and for In tourney light the Moor his jerrid flings,

Idols of gold, from heathien temples torn, And on the land, as evening seem'd to set,

Bedabbled all with blood.-With grisly soon The imaum's chaunt was heard from mosque or mi- The hermit mark'd the stains, and smiled bebek naret.

cowl. XXVI.

XXXII. So pass d that pageant. Ere another came,

| Then did he bless the offering, and bade make The visionary scene was wrapp'd in smoke,

Tribute to Heaven of gratitude and praise; Whose sulpl'rous wreaths were crossd by sheets of And at his word the choral lymas awake, flame;

Aud many a hand the silver ceoser swars. With every dash a bolt explosive broke,

But with the inceuse breath these censers caise, Till Roderick deem'd the fiends had burst their yoke, | Mix steams from corpses smouldering in the fire

And waved 'gainst heaven the infernal gonfalone! The groans of prison d victims mar the lays, For War a new and dreadful language spoke, | And shrieks of agoay confound the quire, Never by ancient warrior heard or known;

While, 'mid the mingled sounds, the darkend 20Ligbining and smoke her breath, and thunder was her expire.

tone.

XXXIII.

XXSIX. Preluding light, were strains of music heard,

From a rude isle his ruder lineage came:
As once again revolved that measured sand,

The spark, that, from a suburb hovel's hearth
Such sounds as when, for sylvan dance prepared, Ascending, wraps some capital in flame,
Gay Xeres summons forth her vintage band;

Hath not a meaner or more sordid birth.
When for the light bolero ready stand

And for the soul that bade him waste the carthThe Mozo blithe, with gay Muchacha met, (9)

The sable land-flood from some swamp obscure, He conscious of his broider'd cap and band,

That poisons the glad husband-field with dearth, She of her petted locks and light corsette,

And by destruction bids its fame endure,
Each tiptoe perch'd to spring, and shake the castanet. Hath not a source more sullen, stagnant, and impure.
XXXIV.

XL.
And well such strains the opening scene became; Before that leader strode a shadowy form:
For Valour bad relax'd his ardent look,

Her limbs like mist, her torch like meteor show'd, And at a lady's feet, like lion tame,

With which she beckon'd him through fight and storin, Lay stretch'd, full loth the weight of arms to brook; And all he crush'd that crossd his desperate road, And softend Bigotry, upon his book,

Nor thought, nor feard, nor look'd on what he trode; Patter'd a task of little good or ill :

Realms could not glut his pride, blood could not But the blithe peasant plied his pruning-hook,

slake, Whistled the inuleteer o'er vale and hill,

So oft as e'er she shook her torch abroadAnd rung from village-green the merry seguidille. It was Ambition bade her terrors wake,

Nor deigu'd she, as of yore, a milder form to take. XXXV.

XLI. Gray royalty, grown impotent of toil,

No longer now she spurn'd at mean revenge, Let the grave sceptre slip his lazy hold,

Or staid her hand for conquer'd foeman's moan, And careless saw his rule become the spoil

As when, the fates of aged Rome to change, Of a loose female and her minion bold.

By Cæsar's side she cross'd the Rubicon; But peace was on the cottage and the fold,

Nor joy'd she to bestow the spoils she won, From court intrigue, from bickering faction far; As when the banded powers of Greece were task d Beneath the chesnut-tree Love's tale was told,

To war beneath the Youth of Macedon: And to the tinkling of the light guitar,

No seemly veil her modern minion ask'd, Sweet stoop'd the western sun, sweet rose the evening He saw her hideous face, and loved the fiend unmask'd. star. XXXVI.

XLII. As that sea-cloud, in size like human hand

That prelate mark'd his march-On banners blazed . When first from Carmel by the Tishbite seen,

With battles won in many a distant land, Came slowly over-shadowing Israel's land,

On cagle-standards and on arms he gazed ; Awhile, perchance, bedeck'd with colours sheen,

« And hopest thou then,» he said, «thy power shall While yet the sun-beams on its skirts had been,

stand? Limping with purple and with gold its shroud, O thou hast builded on the shifting sand, hill darker folds obscured the blue serene,

And thou hast temper'd it with slaughter's flood; And blotted heaven with one broad sable cloud And know, fell scourge in the Almighty's hapd! Then sheeted rain burst down, and whirlwinds howld Gore-moisten'd trees shall perish in the bud, aloud:

And by a bloody death shall die the man of blood !»XXXVII.

XLIII. Den so upon that peaceful scene was pour'd,

The ruthless leader beckon d from his train, Like gathering clouds, full mapy a foreign band, A wan fraternal shade, and bade him kneel, Ind he, their leader, wore in sheath his sword, And paled his temples with the crown of Spain, And offer'd peaceful front and open haod;

While trumpets rang, and heralds cried, « CasPeiliog the perjured treachery he planna,

tile!» (10) By friendship's zeal and honour's specious guise, Not that he loved him-Xo!--in no man's weal, ouil he won the passes of the land;

Scarce in his own, e'er joy'd that sullen heart; Then, burst were bonour's oath, and friendship's Yet round that throne he bade lis warriors wheel, ties!

That the poor puppel might perform his part, le clutch'd his vulture-grasp, and calld fair Spain his And be a sceptred slave, at his stern beck to start. prize. XXXVIII.

XLIV. un iron crown his anxious forehead bore;

But on the natives of that land misused, And well such diadem his heart became,

Not long the silence of amazement bung, Sho ne'er his purpose for remorse gave o'er,

Nor brook'd they long their friendly faith abused; Or check d his course for piety or shame;

For, with a common shriek, the general tongue, Sho, traind a soldier, deemd a soldier's fame Exclaim'd, « To arms!» apd fast to atms they sprung. Might flourish in the wreath of battles won,

And Valour woke, that genius of the land! Though neither truth nor honour deck'd his name; Pleasure and ease, and sloth, aside he flung,

Who, placed by fortune on a monarcb's throne, As burst the awakening Nazarite his band, leckd not of monarch's faith, or mercy's kingly tone. When 'gainst his treacherous foes he clenchd bis

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XLV.

. LI. That mimic monarch now cast anxious eye

Then Zaragoza-blighted be the tongue Upon the satraps that begirt him round,

That names thy name without the honour due! Now doffd his royal robe in act to fly,

For never hath the harp of minstrel rung, And from his brow the diadem unbound.

Of faith so felly proved, so firmly true!
So oft, so near, the patriot bugle wound,

Mine, sap, and bomb, thy shatter'd ruins knew,
From Tarik's walls to Bilboa's mountains blown, Each art of war's extremity bad room,
These martial satellites hard labour found,

Twice from thy half-sack'd streets the foe withdres, To guard awhile his substituted throne

And when at length stern Fate decreed thy doon, Light recking of his cause, but battling for their own. They won not Zaragoza, but her children's bloody

tomb. (12) XLVI.

LII. From Alpuhara's peak that bugle rung,

Yet raise thy head, sad city! Though in chains, And it was echo'd from Corunna's wall;

Enthralld thou canst not be! Arise and claim Stately Seville responsive war-shout fung,

Reverence from every heart where Freedom reigas, Grenada caught it in her Moorish hall;

For what thou worshippest !-thy sainted dame, Galicia bade her children fight or fall,

She of the column, honour'd be her name, Wild Biscay shook his mountain-coronet,

By all, whate'er their creed, who honour lore! Valencia roused her at the battle-call,

And like the sacred reliques of the flaine, And foremost still where Valour's sons are met,

That gave some martyr to the bless'd above,
Fast started to his gun each fiery Miquelet.

To every loyal heart may thy sad embers prove!
XLVII.

LIII.
But unappallid, and burning for the fight,

Nor thine alone such wreck. Gerona fair! The invaders march, of viotory secure;

Faithful to death thy heroes should be sung, Skilful their force to sever or unite,

Manning the towers while o'er their heads the air And train'd alike to vanquish or endure.

Swart as the smoke from raging furnace hung; Nor skilful less, cheap conquest to ensure,

Now thicker dark’ning where the mine was spruce, Discord to breathe, and jealousy to sow,

Now briefly lightend by the cannon's flare, To quell by boasting, and by bribes to lure:

Now arch'd with fire-sparks as the bomb was flung, While nought against them bring the unpractised

And redd'ning now with contlagration's glare,

While by the fatal light the foes for storm prepare Save hearts for freedom's cause, and hands for freedom's blow.

LIV.
XLVIII.

| While all around was danger, strife, and fear, Proudly they march—but 0! they march not forth,

While the earth shdok, and darkend was the sky, By one bot field to crown a brief campaign,

And wide destruction stunn'd the listening ear, As when their eagles, sweeping through the North,

Appall'd the leart, and stupified the eye,Destroy'd at every stoop an ancient reign!

Afar was heard that thrice-repeated cry, Far other fate had Heaven decreed for Spain;

In which old Albion's heart and tongue unite, In vain the steel, in vain the torch was plied,

Whene'er her soul is up, and pulse beats high, New patriot armies started from the slain,

Whether it hail the wine-cup or the fight, High blazed the war, and long, and far, and wide,(11) | And bid each arm be strong, or bid each beart k And oft the God of Battles blest the righteous side.

light. XLIX.

LV. Nor unatoned, where Freedom's foes prevail,

Don Roderick turn d him as the shout grew loudRemain'd their savage waste. With blade and brand, A varied scene the changeful vision show'd, By day the invaders ravaged hill and dale,

For, where the ocean mingled with the cloud, But, with the darkness, the Guerilla band

A gallant navy stemm'd the billows broad. Came like night's tempest, and avenged the land, From mast and stern St George's symbol flow'd, And claim'd for blood the retribution due,

Blent with the silver cross to Scotland dear; Probed the hard heart, and lopp'd the murd'rous hand, Mottling the sea their landward burges rowd,

Aod Dawn, when o'er the scene her beams she threw, And flash'd the sun on bayonet, brand, and spear, Midst ruins they had made, the spoilers' corpses knew. And the wild beach return'd the seaman's jovial ch er L.

LVI.
What minstrel verse may sing, or tongue may tell, It was a dread, yet spirit-stirring sight!
Amid the vision'd strife from sea to sea,

The billows foam'd beneath a thousand oars,
How oft the patriot banners rose or fell,

Fast as they land the red-cross ranks unite, Still honour'd in defeat as victory!

Legions on legions brightening all the shores. For that sad pageant of events to be,

Then banners rise, and cannon-signal roars, Show'd every form of light by field and flood;

Then peals the warlike thunder of the drum, Slaughter and Ruin, shouting forth their glee,

Thrills the loud fife, the trumpet-flourish pours, Beheld, wbile riding on the tempest-scud,

And patriot hopes awake, and doubts are dumi, The waters choak'd with slain, the earth bedrench'd l'or, bold in Freedom's cause, the bands of Ocean with blood !

come!

LVII.
À various host they came-whose ranks display

Each mode in which the warrior meets the fight,
The deep battalion locks its firm array,

And meditates his aim the marksman light; . Far glance the beams of sabres flashing bright,

Where mounted squadrous shake the echoing mead, Lacks nol artillery breathing flame and night,

Nor the fleet ordnance whirld by rapid steed, That rivals lightning's flash in ruin and in speed.

LXIJI.
O vain, though anxious, is the glance I cast,

Since Fate has mark'd futurity her own:
Yet fate resigns to worth the glorious past,

The deeds recorded, and the laurels won,
Then, though the Vault of Destiny (13) be gone,

King, prelate, all the phantasms of my brain,
Melted away like mist-wreaths in the sun,

Yet grant for faith, for valour, and for Spain,
One note of pride and fire, a patriot's parting strain!

CONCLUSION.

LVIII.
various host-from kindred realms they came,

Brethren in arms, but rivals in renowo-
For yon fair bands shall merry England claim,

And with their deeds of valour deck her crowu.
Hers their bold part, and hers their martial frown,

And hers their scorn of death in freedom's cause, Tlaeir eyes of azure, and their locks of brown,

And the blunt speech that bursts without a pause, And freeborn thoughts, which league the soldier with the laws.

LIX.
And Oh! loved warriors of the minstrel's land!

Yonder your bonnets nod, your tartans wave!
The rugged form may mark the mountain band,

And barsher features, and a mien more grave; Bat ne'er in battle-field throbb'd heart so brave

As that which beats beneath the Scottish plaid,
And when the pibroch bids the battle rave,

And level for the charge your arms are laid,
Where lives the desperate foe that for such onset

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staid !

« Wuo shall command Estrella's mountain tide

Back to the source, when tempest-chafed to hie!
Who, when Gascogne's vex'd gulph is raging wide,

Shall lush it as a nurse her infant's cry!
His magic power let such vain boaster try,

And when the torrent shall his voice obey,
And Biscay's whirlwiods list his lullaby,

Let him stand forth and bar mine eagles' way,
And they shall heed his voice, and at his bidding stay.

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Hark! from yon stately ranks what laughter rings,

Mingling wild mirth with war's stern minstrelsy, lis jest while each bliche comrade round him tlings, - And moves to death with military glee: Boast, Erin, boast them! lameless, frank, and free,

In kindness warm, and fierce in danger known,
Rough Nature's children, humorous as she:

And be, yon chieftain-strike the proudest tone
Of thy bold harp, green Isle !- the hero is thine own.

II.
« Else ne'er to stoop, till high on Lisbon's towers

They close their wings, the symbol of our yoke,
And their own sea hath whelm'd yon red-cross powers !»

Thus, on the summit of Alverca's rock,
To marshal, duke, and peer, Gaul's leader spoke.

While downward on the land his legions press,
Before them it was rich with vine and flock,

And smiled like Eden in her summer dress;
Behind their wasteful march a reeking wilderness. (14)

III.

LXT.
Now on the scene Vimeira should be shown,

And shall the boastful chief maintain his word,
On Talavera's fight should Roderick gaze,

Though Heaven hath lieard the wailings of the land, And bear Corunna wail her battle won,

Though Lusitania whet her vengeful sword, And see Busaco's crest with lightning blaze:

Though Britons arm, and Wellington command! But shall food fable mix with heroes' praise?

No! grim Busaco's iron ridge shall stand Hath Fiction's stage for Truth's long triumphs room? An adamantine barrier to his force! And dare her flowers mingle with the bays,

| And from its base shall wheel his shatter'd band, That claim a long eternity to bloom

| As from the upshaken rock the torrent hoarse Around the warrior's crest, and o'er the warrior's Bears off its broken waves, and sceks a devious course. tomb? LXII.

IV. Or may I give adventurous Fancy scope,

Yet not because Alcoba's mountain hawk, And stretch a bold hand to the awful veil

Hath on his best and bravest made her, food, That hides futurity from anxious hope,

In numbers confident, yon chief shall baulk Bedding beyond it scenes of glory hail,

His lord's imperial thirst for spoil and blood; And painting Europe rousing at the tale

For full in view the promised conquest stood, Of Spain's invaders from her confines hurld,

And Lisbon's matrons, from their walls, might sum While kindling nations buckle on their mail,

The myriads that had half the world subdued, And Fame, with clarion blast and wings unfurid, And hear the distant thunders of the drum, To freedom and revenge awakes an injured world! Tbat bids the bands of France to storm and havoc

come.

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