X. Explore those regions, where the flinty crest Than the fierce Moor, float o'er Toledo's fane, XI. « There, of Numantian fire a swarthy spark Still lightens in the sun-burnt native's eye; The stately port, slow step, and visage dark, Still mark enduring pride and constancy. And, if the glow of feudal chivalry Beam not, as once, thy nobles' dearest pride, Iberia! oft thy crestless peasantry Have seen the plumed Hidalgo quit their side, The chosen soldiers of the royal guard Their post beneath the proud cathedral hold; A band unlike their Gothic sires of old, Who, for the cap of steel and iron mace, Bear slender darts, and casques bedeck'd with gold, While silver-studded belts their shoulders grace, Where ivory quivers ring in the broad falchion's place. | IV. In the light language of an idle court, They murmur'd at their master's long delay, And held his lengthen'd orisons in sport : « What! will Don Roderick here till morning stay, To wear in shrift and prayer the night away? And wish'd the lingering dawn would glimmer forth at last. V. Have seen, yet dauntless stood-'gainst fortune fought VISION OF DON RODERICK. That mortal man his bearing should behold, IX. « O harden'd offspring of an iron race! What of thy crimes, Don Roderick, shall I say? What alms, or prayers, or penance can efface Murder's dark spot, wash treason's stain away? For the foul ravisher how shall I pray, Who, scarce repentant, makes his crime his boast? How hope Almighty vengeance shall delay, Unless, in mercy to yon Christian host, XV. Fix'd was the right-hand giant's brazen look Whose iron volume loaded his huge hand; He spare the shepherd, lest the guiltless sheep be❘ The guidance of the earth is for a season given.»— lest?» X. Then kindled the dark tyrant in his mood, And to his brow return'd its dauntless gloom; « And welcome then,» he cried, « be blood for blood, For treason treachery, for dishonour doom! Yet will I know whence come they, or by whom. XVI. E'en while they read, the sand-glass wastes away; Full on the upper wall the mace's sweep At once descended with the force of thunder, And hurling down at once, in crumbled heap, The marble boundary was rent asunder, His nation's future fate a Spanish king shall see.»— —(6) | And gave to Roderick's view new sights of fear and XXI. By Heaven, the Moors prevail! the Christians yield !— Their coward leader gives for flight the sign! The scepter'd craven mounts to quit the fieldIs not yon steed Orelia!—Yes, 't is mine! (8) But never was she turn'd from battle-line; Lo! where the recrcant spurs o'er stock and stone! Curses pursue the slave and wrath divine! Rivers ingulf him!»-« Hush!» in shuddering tone, The prelate said; «rash prince, yon vision'd form's thine | own.» XXII. Just then, a torrent cross'd the flyer's course; The dangerous ford the kingly likeness tried; Berber and Ismael's sons the spoils divide, XXVII. From the dim landscape roll the clouds away- This clad in sackcloth, that in armour bright, And that was Valour named, this Bigotry was hight. XXVIII. Valour was harness'd like a chief of old, Arm'd at all points, and prompt for knightly gest; His sword was temper'd in the Ebro cold, Morena's eagle-plume adorn'd his crest, The spoils of Afric's lion bound his breast. Fierce he stepp'd forward, and flung down his gage, As if of mortal kind to brave the best. lim follow'd his companion, dark and sage, And for their bondsmen base the free-born natives As he, my master, sung, the dangerous Archimage. Oft his proud galleys sought some new-found world, Crowns by caciques, aigrettes by omrahs worn, Wrought of rare gems, but broken, rent, and foul, Idols of gold, from heathen temples torn, Bedabbled all with blood.-With grisly scowl, The imaum's chaunt was heard from mosque or mi- The hermit mark'd the stains, and smiled beneath his Whose sulph'rous wreaths were cross'd by sheets of flame; And at his word the choral hymns awake, With every flash a bolt explosive broke, Till Roderick deem'd the fiends had burst their yoke, For War a new and dreadful language spoke, And many a hand the silver censer sways. Lightning and smoke her breath, and thunder was her While, 'mid the mingled sounds, the darken'd scenes XXXIII Preluding light, were strains of music heard, As once again revolved that measured sand, The Mozo blithe, with gay Muchacha met, (9) Each tiptoe perch'd to spring, and shake the castanet. XXXIV. And well such strains the opening scene became; Lay stretch'd, full loth the weight of arms to brook; And soften'd Bigotry, upon his book, Patter'd a task of little good or ill: But the blithe peasant plied his pruning-hook, XXXV. Gray royalty, grown impotent of toil, Let the grave sceptre slip his lazy hold, And careless saw his rule become the spoil Of a loose female and her minion bold. But peace was on the cottage and the fold, From court intrigue, from bickering faction far; Beneath the chesnut-tree Love's tale was told, XXXIX. From a rude isle his ruder lineage came: The spark, that, from a suburb hovel's hearth Ascending, wraps some capital in flame, Hath not a meaner or more sordid birth. And for the soul that bade him waste the earthThe sable land-flood from some swamp obscure, That poisons the glad husband-field with dearth, And by destruction bids its fame endure, Hath not a source more sullen, stagnant, and impure. XL. Before that leader strode a shadowy form: Her limbs like mist, her torch like meteor show'd, With which she beckon'd him through fight and storm, And all he crush'd that cross'd his desperate road, Nor thought, nor fear'd, nor look'd on what he trode; Realms could not glut his pride, blood could not slake, So oft as e'er she shook her torch abroadIt was Ambition bade her terrors wake, Nor deign'd she, as of yore, a milder form to take. XLI. No longer now she spurn'd at mean revenge, Or staid her hand for conquer'd foeman's moan, As when the banded powers of Greece were task'd 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. As that sea-cloud, in size like human hand And blotted heaven with one broad sable cloudThen sheeted rain burst down, and whirlwinds howl'd aloud: XXXVII. E'en so upon that peaceful scene was pour'd, Like gathering clouds, full many a foreign band, By friendship's zeal and honour's specious guise, Then, burst were honour's oath, and friendship's ties! He clutch'd his vulture-grasp, and call'd fair Spain his prize. XXXVIII. An iron crown his anxious forehead bore; The ruthless leader beckon'd from his train A wan fraternal shade, and bade him kneel, And paled his temples with the crown of Spain, While trumpets rang, and heralds cried, «Castile!» (10) Not that he loved him-No!-in no man's weal, Scarce in his own, e'er joy'd that sullen heart; Yet round that throne he bade his warriors wheel, That the poor puppet might perform his part, And be a sceptred slave, at his stern beck to start. XLIV. But on the natives of that land misused Not long the silence of amazement hung, Nor brook'd they long their friendly faith abused; For, with a common shriek, the general tongue Exclaim'd, «To arms!» and fast to arms they sprung. And Valour woke, that genius of the land! Pleasure and ease, and sloth, aside he flung, As burst the awakening Nazarite his band, When 'gainst his treacherous foes he clench'd his dreadful hand. XLV. That mimic monarch now cast anxious eye And from his brow the diadem unbound. From Tarik's walls to Bilboa's mountains blown. These martial satellites hard labour found, To guard awhile his substituted throneLight recking of his cause, but battling for their own. XLVI. From Alpuhara's peak that bugle rung, And it was echo'd from Corunna's wall; Stately Seville responsive war-shout flung, Grenada caught it in her Moorish hall; Galicia bade her children fight or fall, Wild Biscay shook his mountain-coronet, Valencia roused her at the battle-call, And foremost still where Valour's sons are met, Fast started to his gun each fiery Miquelet. XLVII. But unappall'd, and burning for the fight, And train'd alike to vanquish or endure. While nought against them bring the unpractised foe Save hearts for freedom's cause, and hands for freedom's blow. XLVIII. Proudly they march-but O! they march not forth, High blazed the war, and long, and far, and wide, (11) And oft the God of Battles blest the righteous side. XLIX. Nor unatoned, where Freedom's foes prevail, But, with the darkness, the Guerilla band L. What minstrel verse may sing, or tongue may tell, How oft the patriot banners rose or fell, Show'd every form of fight by field and flood; The waters choked with slain, the earth bedrench'd with blood! LI. Then Zaragoza-blighted be the tongue That names thy name without the honour due! For never hath the harp of minstrel rung, Of faith so felly proved, so firmly true! Mine, sap, and bomb, thy shatter'd ruins knew, Each art of war's extremity had room, Twice from thy half-sack'd streets the foe withdrew, And when at length stern Fate decreed thy doom, They won not Zaragoza, but her children's bloody tomb. (12) LII. Yet raise thy head, sad city! Though in chains, Enthrall'd thou canst not be! Arise and claim Reverence from every heart where Freedom reigns, For what thou worshippest!-thy sainted dame, She of the column, honour'd be her name, By all, whate'er their creed, who honour love! And like the sacred reliques of the flame, That gave some martyr to the bless'd above, To every loyal heart may thy sad embers prove! LIII. Nor thine alone such wreck. Gerona fair! Faithful to death thy heroes should be sung, Manning the towers while o'er their heads the air Swart as the smoke from raging furnace hung; Now thicker dark'ning where the mine was sprung, Now briefly lighten'd by the cannon's flare, Now arch'd with fire-sparks as the bomb was flung, And redd'ning now with conflagration's glare, While by the fatal light the foes for storm prepare. LIV. While all around was danger, strife, and fear, While the earth shook, and darken'd was the sky, And wide destruction stunn'd the listening ear, Appall'd the heart, and stupified the eye,— Afar was heard that thrice-repeated ery, In which old Albion's heart and tongue unite, Whene'er her soul is up, and pulse beats high, Whether it hail the wine-cup or the fight, And bid each arm be strong, or bid each heart be light. LV. Don Roderick turn'd him as the shout grew loud- And flash'd the sun on bayonet, brand, and spear, And the wild beach return'd the seaman's jovial cheer. LVI. It was a dread, yet spirit-stirring sight! The billows foam'd beneath a thousand oars, Fast as they land the red-cross ranks unite, Legions on legions brightening all the shores. Then banners rise, and cannon-signal roars, Then peals the warlike thunder of the drum, Thrills the loud fife, the trumpet-flourish pours, And patriot hopes awake, and doubts are dumb, For, bold in Freedom's cause, the bands of Ocean come! |