V. O! if your wilds such minstrelsy retain, Then lend the note to him has loved you long! Who pious gathered each tradition gray, 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; And with affection vain gave them new voice in Have seen, yet dauntless stood-'gainst fortune song. fought and died. |