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There you might see the Moors arming them- | And many a Moorish shield lie shattered on the selves in haste,

plain, And the two main battles how they were forming The pennons that were white marked with a

crimson stain, Horsemen and footmen mixt, a countless troop The horses running wild whose riders had been and vast.

slain. The Moors are moving forward, the battle soon | The Christians call upon St. James, the Moors must join.

upon Mahound, “My men, stand here in order, ranged upon a line ! There were thirteen hundred of them slain on a Let not a man move from his rank before I give little spot of ground. the sign."

Minaya Alvar Fañez smote with all his might, Pero Bermuez heard the word, but he could not He went as he was wont, and was foremost in the refrain,

fight; He held the banner in his hand, he gave his There was Galin Garcia, of courage firm and

horse the rein ; “You see yon foremost squadron there, the Felez Munioz, the Cid's own cousin dear; thickest of the foes,

Antolinez of Burgos, a hardy knight and keen, Noble Cid, God be your aid, for there your banner Munio Gustioz, his pupil that had been ;

The Cid on his gilded saddle above them all was Let him that serves and honors it show the duty

seen ; that he owes.”

There was Martin Munioz that ruled in MontEarnestly the Cid called out, “For Heaven's sake, mayor; be still !"

There were Alvar Fañez and Alvar Salvador ; Bermuez cried, “I cannot hold," so eager was his These were the followers of the Cid, with many will.

others more, He spurred his horse and drove him on amid the In rescue of Bermuez and the standard that he Moorish rout;

bore. They strove to win the banner, and compast him Minaya is dismounted, his courser has been slain, about;

He fights upon his feet, and smites with might Had not his armor been so true, he had lost and main. either life or limb.

The Cid came allin haste to help him to horse again. The Cid called out again, “For Heaven's sake, He saw a Moor well mounted, thereof he was siiccor him!”

full fain; Their shields before their breasts, forth at once Through the girdle at a stroke he cast him to the they go,

plain ; Their lances in the rest levelled fair and low, He called to Minaya Fañezand reached him out the Their banners and their crests waving in a row,

rein, Their heads all stooping down toward the saddle Mount and ride, Minaya, you are my right hand; bow.

We shall have need of you to-day, these Moors The Cid was in the midst, his shout was heard

will not disband !" afar,

Minaya leapt upon the horse, his sword was in “I am Rui Diaz, the Champion of Bivar ;

his hand, Strike amongst them, gentlemen, for sweet Nothing that came near him could resist him or mercy's sake!”

withstand ; There where Bermuez fought amidst the foe they All that fall within his reach he despatches as

brake, Three hundred bannered knights, — it was a The Cid rode to King Fariz, and struck at him gallant show:

three blows ; Three hundred Moors they killed, a man with The third was far the best, it forced the blood to

flow : every blow; When they wheeled and turned, as many more The stream ran from his side, and stained his lay slain,

arms below; You might see them raise their lances and level The King caught round the rein, and turned his

them again; There you might see the breastplates, how they The Cid has won the battle with that single blow.

By an anonymous translator in the appendix to SOUTHEY'S were cleft in twain,

he goes.

back to go.

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Avoid in youth luxurious diet,
Restrain the passions' lawless riot ;
Devoted to domestic quiet,

Be wisely gay ;
So shall ye, spite of age's fiat,

Resist decay.
Seck not in Mammon's worship pleasure,
But find your richest, dearest treasure
In God, his word, his work, not leisure :

The mind, not sense,
Is the sole scale by which to measure

Your opulence.

May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammering verse, If I can a passage see In this word-perplexity, Or a fit expression find, Or a language to my mind (Still the phrase is wide or scant), To take leave of thee, great plant ! Or in any terms relate Half my love, or half my hate ; For I hate, yet love, thee so, That, whichever thing I show, The plain truth will seem to be A constrained hyperbole, And the passion to proceed More for a mistress than a weed.

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Sooty retainer to the vine ! Bacchus's black servant, negro fine ! Sorcerer ! that mak'st us dote upon Thy begrimed complexion, And, for thy pernicious sake, More and greater oaths to break Than reclaimed lovers take 'Gainst women! Thou thy siege dost lay Much, too, in the female way, While thou suck'st the laboring breath Faster than kisses, or than death.

TAKE the open air,

The more you take the better; Follow Nature's laws

To the very letter. Let the doctors go

To the Bay of Biscay, Let alone the gin,

The brandy, and the whiskey. Freely exercise,

Keep your spirits cheerful; Let no dread of sickness

Make you ever fearful.

Thou in such a cloud dost bind us That our worst foes cannot find us, And ill fortune, that would thwart us, Shoots at rovers, shooting at us; While each man, through thy heightening steam, Does like a smoking Etna seem ; And all about us does express

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