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Oft his proud galleys sought some new-found world, Grey Royalty, grown impotent of toil,3
That latest sees the sun, or first the morn;

Let the grave sceptre slip his lazy hold;
Still at that Wizard's feet their spoils he hurlid, - And, careless, saw his rule become the spoil
Ingots of ore from rich Potos: borne,

Of a loose Female and her minion bold. Crowns by Caciques, aigrettes by Omrahs worn, But peace was on the cottage and the fold,

Wrought of rare gems, but broken, rent, and foul; From court intrigue, from bickering faction far; Idols of gold from heatheu temples torn,

Beneath the chestnut-tree Love's tale was told, Bedabbled all with blood. With grisly scowl And to the tinkling of the light guitar, (star. The Hermit mark'd the stains, and smiled beneath Sweet stoop'd the western sun, sweet rose the evening his cowl.


As that sea-cloud, in size like human hand,
Then did he bless the offering, and bade make

When first from Carmel by the Tishbite seen, Tribute to Heaven of gratitude and praise ; Came slowly overshadowing Israel's land, And at his word the choral hymns awake,

A while, perchance, bedeck'd with colours sheen, And many a hand the silver censer sways,

While yet the sunbeams on its skirts had been, But with the incense-breath these censers raise, Limning with purple and with gold its shroud,

Mix steams from corpses smouldering in the fire; Till darker folds obscured the blue serene, The groans of prison'd victims mar the lays,

And blotted heaven with one broad sable cloud, And shrieks of agony confound the quire; Then sheeted rain burst down, and whirlwinds howl'd While, 'mid the mingled sounds, the darbin'd scenes

aloud :


Even so, upon that peaceful scene was pour'd, Preluding light, were strains of music heard,

Like gathering clouds, full many a foreign band, As once again revolved that measured sand; And He, their Leader, wore in sheath his sword, Such sounds as when, for sylvan dance prepared, And offer'd peaceful front and open hand,

Gay Xeres summons forth her vintage band; Veiling the perjured treachery he plann'd, When for the light bolero ready stand

By friendship’s zeal and honour's specious guise, The mozo blithe, with gay muchacha met,' Until he won the passes of the land; He conscious of his broider'd cap and band,

Then burst were honour's oath, and friendship's She of her netted locks and light corsette,


[his prize. Each tiptoe perch'd to spring, and shake the castanet. He clutch'd his vulture-grasp, and call'd fair Spain

And well such strains the opening scene became;

For VALOR had relax'd his ardent look,
And at a lady's feet, like lion tame,

Lay stretch'd, full loth the weight of arms to
And soften'd BIGOTRY, upon his book, [brook;

Patter'd a task of little good or ill:
But the blithe peasant plied his pruning-hook,

Whistled the muleteer o'er vale and hill,
And rung from village-green the merry seguidille.

An Iron Crown his anxious forehead bore;

And well such diadem his heart became.
Who ne'er his purpose for remorse gave o'er,

Or check'd his course for piety or shame; Who, train'd a soldier, deem'd a soldier's fame

Might flourish in the wreath of battles won, Though neither truth nor honour deck'd his name;

Who, placed by fortune on a Monarch's throne, Reck'd not of Monarch's faith, or Mercy's kingly tone.

1 See Appendix, Note I.

tempted on this occasion to extend a mere metaphor into an 2 “ The third scene, a peaceful state of indolence and ob- allegory; and to prolong a figure which might have given scurity, where, though the court was degenerate, the peasant great grace and spirit to a single stanza, into the heavy subwas merry and contented, is introduced with exquisite light-ject of seven or eight. His representation of the recent state ness and gaiety."- Quarterly Review.

of Spain, we think, displays the talent and address of the a2“ The three grand and comprehensive pictures in which Mr. thor to the greatest advantage ; for the subject was by no Scott has delineated the state of Spain, during the three pe- means inspiring; nor was it easy, we should imagine, to make rods to which we have alluded, are conceived with much ge- the picture of decay and inglorious indolence so engaging."nius, and executed with very considerable, though unequal Edinburgh Review, which then quotes stanzas xxxiv. and xxxv. felicity. That of the Moorish dominion is drawn, we think, 3 “The opening of the third period of the Vision is, perhaps with the greatest spirit. The reign of Chivalry and Supersti necessarily, more abrupt than that of the second. No circumtion we do not think so happily represented, by a long and stance, equally marked with the alteration in the whole system laboured description of two allegorical personages called Bi- of ancient warfare, could be introduced in this compartment gotry and Valour. Nor is it very easy to conceive how Don of the poem ; yet, when we have been told that “Valour had Roderick was to learn the fortunes of his country, merely by relaxed his ardent look,'and that “Bigotry'was 'softened,' ve Inspecting the physiognomy and furnishing of these two figu- are reasonably prepared for what follows." - Monthly Review. rantes. The truth seems to be, that Mr. Scott has been 4 See I, Kings, chap. xviii. v. 41-45.

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XLIII. From a rude isle his ruder lineage came,

The ruthless Leader beckon'd from his train The spark, that, from a suburb-hovel's hearth A wan fraternal Shade, and bade him kneel, Ascending, wraps some capital in flame,

And paled his temples with the crown of Spain, Hath not a meaner or more sordid birth.

While trumpets rang, and heralds cried, “ Cas And for the soul that bade him waste the earth

tile!”3 The sable land-flood from some swamp obscure, Not that he loved him-No!-In no man's weal, That poisons the glad husband-field with dearth, Scarce in his own, e'er joy'd that sullen heart; And by destruction bids its fame endure,

Yet round that throne he bade his warriors wheel, Hath not a source more sullen, stagnant, and im- That the poor Puppet might perform his part, pure.'

And be a sceptred slave, at bis stern beck to start.

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

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

So oft as e'er she shook her torch abroad-

It was AMBITION bade her terrors wake,
Nor deign'd she, as of yore, a milder form to take.

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 th' awakening Nazarite his band, When 'gainst his treacherous foes he clench'd his

dreadful hand. 4


No longer now she spurn'd at mean revenge, That Mimic Monarch now cast anxious eye

Or staid her hand for conquer'd foeman's moan; Upon the Satraps that begirt him round,
As when, the fates of aged Rome to change,

Now doff'd his royal robe in act to fly, By Cæsar's side she cross'd the Rubicon.

And from his brow the diadem unbound. Nor joy'd she to bestow the spoils she won,

So oft, so near, the Patriot bugle wound, As when the banded powers of Greece were From Tarick's walls to Bilboa's mountains task'd

blown, To war beneath the Youth of Macedon:

These martial satellites hard labour found, No seemly veil her modern minion ask’d,

To guard a while his substituted throne[Ie saw her hideous face, and loved the fiend un- Light recking of his cause, but battling for their


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That Prelate mark'd his march-On banners blazed From Alpuhara's peak that bugle rung,
With battles won in many a distant land,

And it was echo'd from Corunna's wall;
On eagle-standards and on arms he gazed ;

Stately Seville responsive war-shot flung, “ And hopest thou then,” he said, “thy power Grenada caught it in her Moorish hall; shall stand 1

Galicia bade her children fight or fall, O, thou hast builded on the shifting sand,

Wild Biscay shook his mountain-coronet, And thou hast temper'd it with slaughter's flood; Valencia roused her at the battle-call, And know, fell scourge in the Almighty's hand, And, foremost still where Valour's sons Gore-moisten'd trees shall perish in the bud,

met, And by a bloody death, shall die the Man of Blood !"2 First started to his gun each fiery Miquelet.


I “We are as ready as any of our countrymen can be, to low the description of Bo:1aparte's birth and country. In hisdesignate Bonaparte's invasion of Spain by its proper epithets; torical truth, we believe, his family was not plebeian; and, but we must decline to join in the author's declamation setting aside the old saying of 'genus et prvavos,' the poet is against the low birth of the invader; and we cannot help re- here evidently becoming a chorus to his own scene, and ex. minding Mr. Scott that such a topic of censure is unworthy of plaining a fact which could by no means be inferred from the him, both as a poet and as a Briton." - Monthly Revievo. pageant that passes before the eyes of the King and Prelate.

* The picture of Bonaparte, considering the difficulty of all The Archbishop's observation on his appearance is free, howcontemporary delineations, is not ill executed."— Edinburgh ever, from every objection of this kind."- Quarterly Review. Revier.

3 See Appendix, Note K. i "We are pot altogether pleased with the lines which fol- 4 Sec Book of Judges, Chap. XV. v. 9_16.


Mine, sap, and bomb, thy shatter'd ruins kbew, But unappallid and burning for the fight,

Each art of war's extremity had room, The Invaders march, of victory secure;

Twice from thy half-sack'd streets the foe withdrew Skilful their force to sever or unite,

And when at length stern fate decreed thy doom, And train'd alike to vanquish or endure. They won not Zaragoza, but her children's bloody Nor skilful less, cheap conquest to ensure,

tomb. Discord to breathe, and jealousy to sow, To quell by boasting, and by bribes to lure ;

L.II. While nought against them bring the unprac- Yet raise thy head, sad city! Though in chains, tised foe,

[dom's blow. Enthrall'd thou canst not be! Arise, and claim Save hearts for Freedom's cause, and hands for Free- Reverence from every heart where Freedom reigns,

For what thou worshippest !—thy sainted dame, XLVIII.

She of the Column, honour'd be her name, Proudly they march—but, o ! they march not forth By all, whate'er their creed, who honour love!

By one hot field to crown a brief campaign, And like the sacred relics of the flame, As when their Eagles, sweeping through the North, That gave some martyr to the bless'd above,

Destroy'd at every stoop an ancient reign ! To every loyal heart may thy sad embers prove! Far other fate had Heaven decreed for Spain ; In vain the steel, in vain the torch was plied,

LIII. New Patriot armies started from the slain,

Nor thine alone such wreck. Gerona fair! High blazed the war, and long, and far, and wide, Faithful to death thy heroes shall be sung, And oft the God of Battles blest the righteous side. Manning the towers while o'er their heads the air

Swart as the smoke from raging furnace hung; XLIX.

Now thicker dark’ning where the mine was sprung: Nor unatoned, where Freedom's foes prevail,

Now briefly lighten'd by the cannon's flare, Remain’d their savage waste. With blade and Now arch'd with fire-sparks as the bomb was flung, By day the Invaders ravaged hill and dale, [brand, And redd’ning now with conflagration's glare,

But, with the darkness, the Guerilla band While by the fatal light the foes for storm prepare. Came like night's tempest, and avenged the land, And claim'd for blood the retribution due,

LIV. Probed the hard heart, and lopp'd the murd'rous While all around was danger, strife, and fear, hand;

[threw, While the earth shook, and darken'd was the sky And Dawn, when o'er the scene her beams she And wide Destruction stunn'd the listening ear, Midst ruins they had made, the spoilers' corpses knew. Appalld the heart, and stupified the eye,

Afar was heard that thrice-repeated cry,

In which old Albion's heart and tongue unite, What minstrel verse may sing, or tongue may tell, Whene'er her soul is up, and pulse beats high, Amid the vision'd strife from sea to sea,

Whether it hail the wine cup or the fight, How oft the Patriot banners rose or fell,

And bid each arm be strong, or bid each heart be light. 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; Don Roderick turn'd him as the shout grew loud! Slaughter and Ruin, shouting forth their glee, A varied scene the changeful vision show'd,

Beheld, while riding on the tempest scud, [blood ! For, where the ocean mingled with the cloud, The waterschoked with slain, the earth bedrench'd with A gallant navy stemm’d the billows broad.

From mast and stern St. George's symbol flow'd, LI.

Blent with the silver cross to Scotland dear ; Then Zaragoza—blighted be the tongue

Mottling the sea their landward barges row'd. That names thy name without the honour due ! And flash'd the sun on bayonet, brand, and spear, For never hath the harp of Minstrel rung,

And the wild beach return'd the seaman's Of faith so felly proved, so firmly true!

cheer, 5

| See Appendix, Note L.
3 See Appendix, Note M.
3 MS.—“ Don Roderick turn'd him at the sudden cry."
4 MS.-" Right for the shore unnumbered barges row'd."

6 Compare with this passage, and the Valour, Bigotry, and Ambition of the previous stanzas, the celebrated personifica Lion of War, in the first canto of Childe Harold.-

Lo! where the Giant on the mountain stands,
His blood-red tresses deep'ning in the sun,
With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands,
And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon:
Restless it rolls, now fix'd, and now anon
Flashing afar,-and at his iron feet
Destruction cowers, to mark what deeds are done;

For on this morn three potent nations meet
To shed before his shrine the blood he deems moet groot,

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“By heaven! it is a splendid sight to see (For one who hath no friend, no brother there) Their rival scarfs of mix'd embroidery, Their various arms, that glitter in the air! What gallant war-hounds rouse them from their lair And gnash their fangs, loud yelling for the prey! All join the chase, but few the triumph share,

The grave shall bear the chiefest prize away, And Havoc scarce for joy can number their array.

9 “ The landing of the English is admirably described ; por is there any thing finer in the whole poem than the following passage, (stanzas lv. lvi. lvii.) with the exception always of the three concluding lines, which appear to us to be very nearly as bad as possible."-JEFFREY.

8“The three succeeding stanzas (lviii. lix. Ix.) are elaborate; but we think, on the whole, successful. They will probably be oftener quoted than any other passage in the poem."JEFFREY.

4 MS." His jest each careless comrade round him Alings."

6 For details of the battle of Vimeira, fought 21st Aug. 1808 -of Corunna, 16th Jan. 1809–of Talavera, 28th July, 1809and of Busaco, 27th Sept. 1810—See Sir Walter Scott's Life of Napoleon, volume ri. under these dates.

“ Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice;
Three tongues prefer strange orisons on high;
Three gaudy standards flout the pale blue skies;
The shouts are France, Spain, Albion, Victory!
The foe, the victim, and the fond ally
That fights for all, but ever fights in vain,
Are met-as if at home they could not die-

To feed the crow on Talavera's plain,
And fertilize the field that each pretends to gain."

6 “ The nation will arise regenerate ;

Strong in her second youth and beautiful,
And like a spirit that hath shaken oft
The clog of dull mortality, shall Spalo
Arise in glory."-SOUTHEY's Roderick.

1 MS.

- "the dusty mead."

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The myriads that had half the world subdued, “ Who shall command Estrella's mountain-tide 3

And hear the distant thunders of the drum, Back to the source, when tempest-chafed, to hie? That bids the bands of France to storm and havoc come. Who, when Gascogne's vex'd gulf is raging wide, Shall hush it as a nurse her infant's cry?

V. His magic power let such vain boaster try,

Four moons have heard these thunders idly rollid, And when the torrent shall his voice obey,

Have seen these wistful myriads eye their prey, And Biscay’s whirlwinds list his lullaby,

As famish'd wolves survey a guarded fold-
Let him stand forth and bar mine eagles' way, But in the middle path a Lion lay!
And they shall heed his voice, and at his bidding stay. At length they move-but not to battle-fray,

Nor blaze yon fires where meets the manly fight;

Beacons of infamy, they light the way “ Else ne'er to stoop, till high on Lisbon's towers Where cowardice and cruelty unite

They close their wings, the symbol of our yoke, To damn with double shame their ignominious flight! And their own sea hath whelm'd yon red-cross Powers!”

VI. Thus, on the summit of Alverca’s rock,

O triumph for the Fiends of Lust and Wrath! To Marshall, Duke, and Peer, Gaul's Leader Ne'er to be told, yet ne'er to be forgot, spoke.

What wanton horrors mark'd their wreckful path! While downward on the land his legions press, The peasant butcher'd in his ruin'd cot, Before them it was rich with vine and flock,

The hoary priest even at the altar shot, And smiled like Eden in her summer dress; Childhood and age given o'er to sword and flame, Behind their wasteful march, a reeking wilderness. Woman to infamy;-no crime forgot,

I See Appendix, Note N.

whole romantic group vanishes at once from our sight; and 2. “ For a mere introduction to the exploits of our English we are hurried, with minds yet disturbed with those powerful commanders, the story of Don Roderick's sins and confes apparitions, to the comparatively sober and cold narration of sions,-the minute description of his army and attendants, – Bonaparte's villanies, and to draw battles between mere and the whole interest and machinery of the enchanted vault, mortal combatants in English and French uniforms. The with the greater part of the Vision itself, are far too long and vast and elaborate vestibule, in short, in which we had been elaborate. They withdraw our curiosity and attention from so long detained, the objects for which they had been bespoken, and gradually engage them upon a new and independent series of romantic •Where wonders wild of Arabesque combino adventures, in which it is not easy to see how Lord Welling

With Gothic imagery of darker shade,' ton and Bonaparte can have any concern. But, on the other hand, no sooner is this new interest excited, -no sooner have has no corresponding palace attached to it; and the long we surrendered our imaginations into the hands of this dark noviciate we are made to serve to the mysterious powers of enchanter, and heated our fancies to the proper pitch for

romance is not repaid, after all, by an introduction to their sympathizing in the fortunes of Gothic kings and Moorish in-awful presence"- --JEFFREY. vaders, with their imposing accompaniments of harnessed 2 MS." Who shall command the torrent's headlong tide." knights, ravished damsels, and enchanted statues, than the < See Appendix, Note 0.

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