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In the light language of an idle court,

"O hardened offspring of an iron race! They murmured at their inaster's long de

What of thy crimes, Don Roderick, shall lay.

say ? And held his lengthence orisons in sport:

What alıns, or prayers, or penance can What! will Don Roderick here till morn

effnce ing stay.

Murder's dark spot, wash treason's stain To wear in shrift and prayer the night away?

away! And are his hours in such dull penance

For the foul ravisher how shall I pray, passed

Who, scarce repentant, makes his crime his For' fair Florinda's plendered charms to

boast? pas?"

How hope Almighty vengeance shall delay, Then to the east their weary eyes they

Unless, in mercy to yon Christian host, cast,

He spare the shepherd, lest the guiltless sheep ana wished the lingering dawn would glimmer

be lost."forth at last.

Then kindled the dark Tyrant in his mood,

And to his brow returned its dauntless But, far within Toledo's Prelate lent

gloom;

* And welcome then," he cried, “be blood for An ear of fearful wonder to the Kingi

blood, The silver lamp a fitful lustre sent, So long that sad confession witnessing;

For treason treachery, for dishonour doom! For Roderick told of many a hidden thing,

Yet will I know whence come they, or by Such as are lothly uttered to the air,

whom. When Fear, Remorse, and Shame, the bosom

Show, for thou canst-give forth the fated wring, And Guilt his secret burthen cannot bear,

And guide me, Priest, to that mysterious And Conscience seeks in speech a respite from

room,

Where, if anght true in old tradition be, Despair.

His nation's future fates a Spanish King shall VI.

see." Full on the Prelate's face, and silver hair,

XI. The stream of failing light was feebly

* 111-fated Prince! recall the desperate word, rolled!

Or panse ere yet the omen thon obey! But Roderick's visage, though his head was Bethink, yon spell-bound portal would afford bare,

Never to forier Monarch entrance-way; Was shadowed by his hand and mantle's

Nor shall it ever hope, old records say, fold.

Save to a King, the last of aN his line, While of his hidden soul the sins he told,

What time his empire totters to decay, Proud Alaric's descendant could not brook

And treason digs, beneath, her fatal mine, That mortal man his bearing should behold,

And, high above, impends avenging wrath Or hoast that he had seen, when conscience

divine."shook,

XII. Fear tame a monarch's brow, remorse a war "Prelate! a Monarch's fate brooks no derior's look.

lay! VII.

Lead on!"-The ponderous key the old man

took, The old man's faded cheek waxed yet more

And held the winking lamp, and led the way, pale, As many a secret sad the king bewrayed;

By winding stair, dark aisle and secret And sign ard glance eked out the unfinished

nook,

Then on ancient gateway bent his look ; tale, When in the midst his faltering whisper

And, as the key the desperate King esstayed.

sayed, "This royal Witiza* was slain," he said!

Low muttered thunders the Cathedral shook, " Yet, holy father, deem not it was I."

And twice he stopped, and twice new effort Thus still Ambition strives her erimes to

made,

tu the huge bolts rolled back, and the loud shade O rather deem 'twas stern necessity !

hinges brayed. Self-preservation bade, and I must kill or die.

XIII.

Long, large, and lofty, was that vaulted hall; VIII.

Roof, walls, and floor, were all of marble "And, if Florinda's shrieks alarmed the air,

stone, If she invoked her absent sire in vain,

Of polished marble, black as funeral pall, And on her knees implored that I would Carved o'er with signs and characters tinspare,

known. Yet, reverend priest, thy sentence rash re A paly light, as of the dawning, shone frain!

Through the sad bounds, but whence they All is not as it seems--the female train

could not spy; Know by their bearing to disguise their For window to the upper air was none; mood:"

Yet, by that light, Don Roderick could desBut Conscience here, as if in high disdain,

cry Sent to the Monarch's cheek the burning | Wonders that ne'er till then were seen by morblood

tal eye. He stayed his speech abrupt-and up the Pre

XIV. late stood.

Grim sentinels, against the upper wall,

of molten bronze, two Statnes held their * The predecessor of Roderick upon the place: Spanish thone, and slain by his connivance, as is Massive their naked limbs, their stature tall, affirmed by Rodriguez of Toledo, the father of Their frowning foreheads golden circles Spanish history.

grace.

Moulded they seemed for kings of giant race, The choice they yield the Koran or the That lived and sinned before the avenging

sword. food;

See how the Christians rush to arms This grasped a scythe, that rested on a mace, amain! This spread his wings for flight, that ponder In yonder shout the voice of conflict roared; ing stood,

The shadowy hosts are closing on the plainEach stubborn seemed and stern, immutable of Now, God and St. lago strike, for the good cause mood.

of Spain! xv.

XXI. Fixed was the right-hand Giant's brazen look

“By Heaven, the Moors prevail! the ChrisUpon his brother's glass of shifting sand,

tians yield !As if its ebb he measured by a book,

Their coward leader gives for flight the sign! Whose iron volume loaded his huge hand;

The sceptred craven mounts to quit the fieldIn which was wrote of many a falling land,

Is not yon steed Orelia ?-Yes, 'tis mine! Of empires lost, and king to exile driven;

But never was she turned from battle line: And o'er that pair their names in scroll ex

Lo! where the recreant spurs o'er stock and pand

stone!"Lo, DESTINY and Time! to whom by Heaven

Curses pursue the slave and wrath divine ! The guidance of the earth is for å season Rivers ingulf him!"-"Hush," in shuddering given."

tone, XVI.

The Prelate said; “rash Prince, yon visioned

form's thine own."Even whNe they read, the sand-glass wastes away;

XXII. And, as the last and lagging grains did creep,

Just then, a torrent crossed the flier's course; That right-hand Giant 'gan his club upsway

The dangerous ford the Kingly Likeness As one that startles from a heavy sleep.

tried, Full on the upper wall the mace's sweep

But the deep eddies whelmed both man and At once descended with the force of thun

horse der,

Swept like benighted peasant down the tide : And hurtling down at once, in crumbled heap, And the proud Moslemah spread far and wide, The marble boundary was rent asunder,

As numerous as their native locust band; And gave to Roderick's view new sights of fear Berber and Ismael's sons the spoils divide, and wonder.

With naked scimitars mete out the land,

and for their bondsmen base the freeborn XVII.

natives brand. For they might spy, beyond that mighty breach,

XXIII. Realms as of Spain in visioned prospect laid,

Then rose the grated Harem, to enclose Castles and towers, in due proportion each,

The loveliest maidens of the Christian line : As by some skilfnl artist's hand portrayed: Here, crossed by many a wild Sierra's shade,

Then, menials to their misbelieving foes,

Castile's young nobles held forbidden wine; And boundless plains that tire the traveller's

Then, too, the holy Cross, salvation's sign, eye; There, rich with vineyard and with olive

By impious hands was from the altar

thrown, glade.

And the deep aisles of the polluted shrine Or deep-embrowned by forests huge and high, l

Echoed, for holy hymn and organ tone, Or washed by mighty streams, that slowly mur- The Santon's frantic dance, the Fakir's gibbermured by.

ing moan. XVIII. And here, as erst upon the antique stage,

XXIV. Passed forth the band of masquers trimly How fares Don Roderick ?-E'en as one who led,

spies In various forms, and various equipage,

Flames dart their glare o'er midnight's sable White fitting strains the hearer's fancy fed ;

woof, So, to sad Roderick's eye in order spread,

And hears around his children's piercing cries, Successive pageants filled that mystic scene,

And sees the pale assistants stand aloof: Showing the fate of battles ere they bled,

While crnel Conscience brings him bitter And issue of events that had not been ;

proof, And ever and anon strange sounds were heard

His folly, or his crime, have caused his grief; between.

And, while above him nods the erumbling roof, XIX.

He curses earth and Weaven-himself in First shrilled an unrepeated female shriek!

chiefIt seemed as if Don Roderick knew the call,

Desperate of earthly aid, despairing Heaven's For the bold blood was blanching in his

relief!
cheek. -

XXV.
Then answered kettle-drum and atabal,
Gong-peal and cymbal-clank the ear appal,

That scythe-armed Giant turned his fatal The Tecbir war-cry, and the Lelie's yell,

glass,

And twilight on the landscape closed her Ring wildly dissonant along the hall. Needs not to Roderick their dread import

wings;

Far to Asturian hills the war-sounds pass, tell

And in their stead rebeck or timbrel rings; "The Moor!" he cried, "the Moor !-ring out the Tocsin bell!

And to the sound the bell-decked dancer

springs, XX.

Bazaars resound as when their marts are * They come! they come! I see the groaning met, lands

In tourney light the Moor his jerrid flings, White with the turbans of each Arab horde, And on the land as evening seemed to set, Swart Zaarah joins her misbelieving bands, The Imaum's chant was heard from mosque or Alla and Mahomet their battle-word,

minaret.

In vario Hitting stra's eye in nat mystic so, to sessive pake of bathat had nos were h

en did he bleaven of gral bymns ael swas

XIV

Wrought of rare gems, but broken, rent, and

foul; Se passed that pageant. Ere another came The visionary scene was wrapped in spoke

Idols of gold from heathen temples torn, Whose salph roas wreaths were crossed by

Bedabbled all with blood.-With grisly scow; sheets of flame:

The Hermit marked the stains, and smiled With every flash a bolt explosive broke,

beneath his cowl TIII Roderick deemed the fiends had barst

XXXII. their yoke, And waved 'gainst heaven the infernal gon

Then did he bless the offering, and bade make falone!

Tribate to heaven of gratitade and praise; For War a new and dreadfal language spoke,

And at his word the choral hymns awake, Xever by ancient warrior heard or known;

And many a hand the silver censer sways.

But with the incense-breath these censers Lightning and snoke her breath, and thunder

raise, was her tone.

Mix steams from corpses smouldering in the XXTIL

fire: From the dim landscape roll the clouds

The groans of prisoned victims mar the lays,

And shrieks of agony confound the qulre, The Christians have regained their heritage:

While, 'mid the mingled sounds, the darkened Before the Cross has waned the Crescent's

scenes expire.

XXXIII. And many a monastery decks the stage,

Preluding light, were strains of music heard, And lofty church, and low-browed herinitage.

As once again resolved that measured sand: The land obeys a Herinit and a Knight,

Such sounds as when, for sylvan dance preThe Genii these of Spain for Inany an age;

prred, This clad in sackcloth, that in armour bright,

Gay Xeres summons forth her vintage band; And that was VALOCR named, this BIGOTRY

When for the light Bolero ready stand was hight.

The Mozo blithe, with gay Yuchacha met, XXVIII.

He conscious of his broidered cap and band,

She of her netted locks and light corsette, VALOTR was harnessed like a Chief of old.

Each tiptoe perched to spring, and shake the Armed at all points, and prompt for knight!

castanet. gest; His sword was tempered in the Ebro cold,

XXXIV. Morena's eagle-plume adorned his crest,

And well such strains the opening scene be The spoils of Afric's lion bound his breast.

came; Fierce he stepped forward and flung down For VALOCR had relaxed his ardent look, his gage,

And at a lad's feet, like lion tame, As if of mortal kind to brave the best.

Lay stretched, full loth the wieght of arms Him followed his Companion, dark and sage, to brook ; As he, my Master, sung the dangerous Archi And softened BIGOTRY, upon his book, mage.

Pattered a task of little good er ill:

But the blithe peasant plied his pruning-hook, ΧΧΙΧ.

Whistled the muleteer o'er vale and hill, Ilaughty of heart and brow the Warrior came, and rang from village green the merry SeguiIn look and language proud as proud might

dille. be, Vaunting his lordship, lineage, fights and

XXXV. fame,

Gray Royalty, grown impotent of toil, Yet was that bare-foot Monk more proud

Let the grave sceptre slip his lazy hold, than he;

And careless saw his rule become the spoil And as the ivy climbs the tallest tree.

Of a loose Female and her Minion bold; So round the loftiest soul his toils he wonnd.

But peace was on the cottage and the fold, And with his spells subdued the fierce and

From court intrigue, froın bickering faction free,

far: Till ermined Age, and Youth in arms re

Beneath the chesnut-tree Love's tale was nowned,

told; Ilonouring his scourge and hair-cloth, meekly

And to the tinking of the light guitar, kissed the ground.

Sweet stooped the western sun, sweet rose the

evening star. xxx. And thus it chanced that VALOUR, peerless

XXXVI. Knight,

As that sea-cloud, in size like human hand, Who ne'er to King or Kaisar veiled his When firstfrom Carmel by the Tishbite seen, crest,

Came slowly overshadowing Israel's land, Victorious still in bull-feast, or in fight,

Awhile, perchance, bedecked with colours Since first his limbs with mail he did invest,

sheen, Stooped ever to that Anchoret's behest;

While yet the sunbeams on his skirts had Nor reasoned of the right nor of the wrong,

been, But at his bidding laid the lance in rest,

Limning with purple and with gold its And wrought fell deeds the troubled world

shroud, along,

Till darker folds obscured the blue serene, For he was flerce as brave, and pitiless as And blotted heaven with one broad sable strong.

clond

Then sheeted rain burst down, and whirlwinds XXXI. Oft his prond galleys sought some raw-found

howled aloud ;world,

XXXVII. That latest sees the sun, or first the morn; Even so upon that peaceful scene was poured, Still at that Wizard's feet their spoils he Like gaihering clouds, full many a foreign hurled,

band, Ingots of ore from rich Potosi borne,

And He, their Leader, wore in sheath his ('rowns by Caciques, aigrettes by Omrahs

sword, worn,

And offered peaceful front and open hand;

Veiling the perjured treachery he planned

XLIIT. By friendship's zeal and honour's specious

The ruthless Lender beckoned from his train guise,

A wan fraternal Shade, and bade him kneel, Until he won the passes of the land ,

And paled his temples with the crown of Then, burst were honour's oath, and friend

Spain, ship's ties!

While trumpets rang, and heralds cried, He clutched his vulture-grasp, and called fair

"Castile !" Spain his prize.

Not that he loved him-No!-in no man's XXXVIII

weal, An Iron Crown his anxious forehead bore;

Scarce in his own, e'er joged that sullen

heart; And well such diadem his heart became,

Yet round that throne ne bade his warriors Who ne'er his purpose for remorse gave o'er,

wheel, Or checked his course for piety or shame:

That the poor puppet might perform his part, Who, trained a soldier, deemed a soldier's

And be a sceptred slave, at his stern beck to fame

start Might flourish in the wreath of battles won, Though neither truth nor honour decked his

XLIV. name;

But on the Natives of that Land misused, Who, placed by fortune on a Monarch's Not long the silence of amazement hung, throne,

Nor brooked they long their friendly faith Recked not of Monarch's faith, or Mercy's kingly abused tone.

For, with a common skriek, the general XXXIX.

tongue From a rude isle his ruder lineage came :

Exclaimed, “To arms!" and fast to arms they The spark, that, from a suburb hovel's sprung; hearth

And VALOUR woke, that Genius of the land ! Ascending, wraps some capital in flame,

Pleasure, and ease, and sloth, aside he flung, Hath not a meaner or more sordid birth.

As burst the awakening Nazarite his band, And for the soul that bade him waste the

When 'gainst his treacherous foes he clenched earth

his dreadful hand. The sable land-flood from some swamp ob

XLV. scure,

That mimic Monarch now cast anxioas eye That poisons the glad husband-field with

Upon the Satraps that begirt him round, dearth,

Now doffed his royal robe in act to fly, And by destruction bids its fame endure,

And from his brow the diadem unbound. Hath not a source more sullen, stagnant, and So oft, no near, the Patriot bngle wound, impure.

From Tarik's walls to Bilboa's mountains XL.

blown, Before that Leader strode a shadowy Form: These martial satellites hard labour found, Her limbs like mist, her torch like meteor To guard awhile his substituted throne showed,

Light recking of his cause, but battling for their With which she beckoned him through fight

own. and storm, And all he crushed that crossed his despe

XLVI.

From Alpuhara's peak that baglo rung, rate road,

And it was echoed from Corunna's wall: Nor thought, nor feared, nor looked on what he trode;

Stately Seville responsive war-shout fung, Realms could not glat his pride, blood could

Granada canght it in her Moorish hall; not slake,

Galicia bade her children fight or fall, So oft as e'er she shook her torch abroad

Wild Biscay shook his mountain-coronet, It was AMBITION bade his terrors wake,

Valencia roused her at the battle-call, Yor deigned she, as of yore, & milder form to

And, foremost still where Valour's sons are

met, take.

Fast started to his gun each fiery Miquelet. XLI. No longer now she spurned at mean revenge,

XLVII. Or stayed her hand for conquered foeman's But unappalled and burning for the fight, moan,

The Invaders march, of victory secure; As when, the fates of aged Rome to change,

Skilful their force to sever or unite, By Cæsar's side she crossed the Rubicon;

And trained alike to vanquish or endure. Nor joyed she to bestow the spoils she won, Nor skilful less, cheap conquest to ensure, As when the banded powers of Greece were

Discord to breathe, and jealousy to sow, tasked,

To quell by boasting, and by bribes to lure; To war beneath the Youth of Macedon:

While nought against them bring the unNo seemly veil her modern minion asked,

practised foe, He saw her hideous face, and loved the fiend

Save hearts for freedom's cause, and hands for unmasked.

freedom's blow. XLII.

XLVIII. That Prelate marked his march-On banners Proudly they march-but o they march not blazed

forth With battles won in many a distant land,

By one hot field to crown a brief campaign, On eagle-standards and on arms he gazed; As when their eagles, sweeping through the " And hopest thou, then," he said, “thy North, power shall stand?

Destroyed at every stoop an ancient reign! O thou hast builded on the shifting sand,

Far other fate had Heaven decreed for Spain; And thou hast tempered it with slaughter's In vain the steel, in vain the torch was flood;

plied, And know, fell scourge in the Almighty's New Patriot armies started from the slain, hand!

High blazed the war, and long, and far, and Gore-moistened trees shall perish in the bud, wide, And, by a bloody death, shall die the Man of And oft the God of Battles blessed the righBlood!"

teous side.

The inheir force to vanquest to ens sow,

LVI.

XLIX.

1 Afar was heard that thrice-repeated cry, Nor unatoned, where Freedom's foes prevail,

In which oid Albion's heart and tongue Remained their savage waste. With blade unite, and brand,

Whene'er her sonl is up and pulse beats high, By day the Invaders ravaged hill and dale,

Whether it hail the wine-cup or the tight,
But, with the darkness, the Guerilla band And bid each arm be strong, or bid each heart
Came like Night's tempest, and avenged the be light.
land,

LV.
And claimed for blood the retribution dne,
Probed the hard heart, and lopped the mur-

Don Roderick turned him as the shout grew

loud derous hand; And Dawn, when o'er the scene her beams

A varied scene the changeful vision showed, she threw,

For where the ocean mingled with the cloud, 'Midst ruins they had made the spoilers' corpses

A gallant navy stemmed the billows broad.

From mast and stern St. George's symbol knew

flowed,

Blent with the silver cross to Scotland dear; What minstrel verse may sing, or tongue may

Mottling the sea their landward barges rowed, tell,

And flashed the sun on bayonet, brand, and Amid the visioned strife from sea to sea,

spear, How oft the Patriot banners rose or fell, And the wild beach returned the seaman's jovial Still honoured in defeat as victory!

cheer. For that sad pageant of events to be, Showed every form of fight by field and flood;

It was a dread, yet spirit-stirring sight! Slaughter and Ruin, shouting forth their glee The billows foamed beneath a thousand oars,

Beheld, while riding on the tempest-scud, Fast as they land the red-cross ranks unite, The waters choked with slain, the earth be Legions on legions brightening all the shores. drenched with blood!

Then banners rise, and cannon-signal roars,

Then peals the warlike thunder of the drum, LI.

Thrills 'the loud fife, the trumpet-flourish Then Zaragoza-blighted be the tongue

pours, That names thy name without the honour

And patriot hopes awake, and doubts are due!

dumb, For never hath the harp of minstrel rung.

For, bold in Freedom's cause, the bands of Of faith so felly proved, so firmly true!

Ocean come! Mine, sap, and bomb, thy shattered ruins knew,

LVII. Each art of war's extremity had room, A various host they came-whose ranks disTwice from thy half-sacked streets the foe play withdrew,

Each mode in which the warrior meets the And when at length stern Fate decreed thy fight, doom,

The deep battalion loeks its firm array, They won' pot Zaragoza, but her children's And meditates his aim the marksman light; bloody tomb.

For glance the line of sabres flashing bright, LII.

Where mounted. squadrons shake the echoYet raise thy head, sad City! Thongh in

ing mead,

Lacks not artillery breathing flame and night, chains Enthralled thou canst not be! Arisc and

Nor the fleet ordnanee whirled by rapid claim

steed, Reverence from every heart where Freedom That rivals lightning's fash in ruin and in speed. reigns,

LVUL. For what thou worshippest!-thy sainted i A various host-from kindred realms they Dame,

came, She of the Column, honoured be her name,

Brethren in arms, but rivals in renownBy all, whate'er their creed, who honour

For yon fair bands shall merry England claim, love!

And with their deeds of valour deck her And like the sacred relics of the flame,

crown. That gave some martyr to the blessed above, Hers their bold port, and hers their martial To every loyal heart may thy sad embers prove!

frown, LILI.

And hers their scorn of death in freedom's Nor thine alone sneh wreck. Gerona fair!

cause, Faithful to death thy heroes should be sung,

Their eyes of azure, and their locks of brown, Manning the towers while o'er their heads the

And the blant speech that bursts without a air

pause, Swart as the smoke from raging furnace

And freeborn thoughts, which league the Soldier hung;

with the Laws. Now thicker darkening where the mine was

LIX. sprung,

And O! loved warriors of the Minstrel's land! Now briefly lightened by the cannon's flare,

Yonder your bonnets nod, your tartans Now arched with fire-sparks as the bomb was

wave; flung,

The rugged form may mark the mountain And reddenlng now with conflagration's

band, glare,

And harsher features, and a mien more While by the fatal light the foes for storm pre

grave; pare.

But ne'er in battle-field throbbed heart so LIV.

brave While all around was danger, strife, and fear, As that which beats beneath the Scottish While the earth shook, and darkened was the

plaid, sky,

And when the pibroch bids the battle rave, And wide Destruction stunned the listening And level for the charge your arms are laid, ear,

Where lives the desperate foe, that for such onAppalled the heart, and stupefied the eye,- || set stayed!

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