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Came like night's tempest, and avenged the

land, And claim'd for blood the retribution due, Probed the hard heart, and lopp'd the

murd'rous hand; And dawn, when o'er the scene her

beams she threw Midst ruins they had made, the spoilers'

corpses knew.

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m HaT minstrel verse may sing, or

tongue may tell, Amid the vision'd strife from sea to sea, How oft the Patriot banners rose or fell,

Still honour'd in defeat as victory! For that sad pageant of events to be, Show'd every form of fight by field and

flood ; Slaughter and ruin, shouting forth their

glee, Beheld, while riding on the tempest scud, The waters choked with slain, the earth be

drench'd with blood !

WHEN

LI.
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 tombot

LII. ITET raise thy head, sad City! Though

in chains, Enthralld 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 relics of the flame, That gave some martyr to the bless'd

above, To every loyal heart may thy sad embers

prove!

LIII.

OR thine alone such wreck. Gerona

fair! Faithful to death thyheroes shall 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 inine

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. HILE all around was danger, strife, me and fear, While the earth shook, and darken'd was

the sky, And wide destruction stunn'd the listening

ear, Appallid the heart, and stupified the eye,Afar was heard that thrice-repeated cry, 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. F ON RODERICK turn'd him as the

shout grew loud

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L-JATED Pras: recall the des

perate werd Or pause ere re the one thou obey ! Fethink yon spel-bound portal would

afjord Never to formar Monarch entrance

Xor shall it ever opo, old records say, Save to a King, the last of all his

line, What time his empire totters to decay,

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