To war beneath the Youth of Macedon: No séemly veil her modern minion ask'd, .He saw her hideous face, and loved the fiend unmask'd, XLII That Prelate mark'd his march-On banners blazed "And hop'st thou, then," he said, "thy power shall O thou hast builded on the shifting sand, And thou hast temper'd it with slaughter's flood; XLIII 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!" 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. But on the Natives of that Land misused, When 'gainst his treacherous foes he clench'd his drea ful hand. XLV. That mimic Monarch now cast anxious eye Now doff'd his royal robe in act to fly, And from his brow the diadem unbound. So oft, so near, the Patriot bugle wound, From Tarik's walls to Bilboa's mountains blown, To guard awhile his substituted throne- XLVI. From Alpuhara's peak that bugle rung, And, foremost still where Valour's sons are met, XLVII. But unappall'd, and burning for the fight, And train'd alike to vanquish or endure. To quell by boasting, and by bribes to lure; 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, And oft the God of Battles blessed the righteous side. XLIX. Nor unatoned, where Freedom's foes prévail, Remain'd their savage waste. With blade and brand, By day the Invaders ravaged hill and dale, But, with the darkness, the Guerilla band Probed the hard heart, and lopp'd the murderous hand; And Dawn, when o'er the scene her beams she threw, Midst ruins they had made the spoilers' corpses knew. What Minstrel verse may sing, or tongue may tell, Show'd every form of fight by field and flood; Beheld, while riding on the tempest-scud, The waters choked with slain, the earth bedrench'd with blood! LL. Then Zaragoza-blighted be the tongue That names thy name without the honour due! Mine, sap, and bomb, thy shatter'd ruins knew, Twice from thy half-sack'd streets the foe withdrew, LII. Yet raise thy head, sad City! Though in chains, By all, whate'er their creed, who honour love! That gave some martyr to the blest above, LIII. Nor thine alone such wreck. Geronà fair! Faithful to death thy heroes should be sung, 880 Manning the towers while o'er their heads the air Swart as the smoke from raging furnace bung; Now thicker darkening where the mine was sprung, Now briefly lighten'd by the cannon's flure, Now arch'd with fire-sparks as the bomb was flung, And reddening now with conflagration's glare, While by the fatal light the foes for storm prepare. LIV. While all around was danger, strife, and fear, In which old Albion's heart and tongue unite, 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 chicer, LVL It was a dread, yet spirit-stirring sight! The billows foam'd beneath a thousand oars, And patriot hopes awake, and doubts are dumb, For, bold in Freedom's cause, the bands of Ocean come! LVII. A various host they came whose ranks display Each mode in which the warrior meets the tight. The deep battalion locks its firm array, And meditates his aim the marksman light; Nor the fleet ordnance whirl'd by rapid steed, LVIII. A various host-from kindred.realms they came, And with their deeds of valour deck her crown. And the blunt speech that bursts without a pause, LIX. And O! loved warriors of the Minstrel's land! As that which beats beneath the Scottish plaid, And level for the charge your arms are laid, LX. Hark! from yon stately ranks what laughter rings, And HE, yon Chieftain-strike the proudest tone LXI. Now on the scene Vimeira should be shown, |