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XLIV.

Enough of Battle's minions! let them play Their game of lives, and barter breath for fame : Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay, Though thousands fall to deck some single name. In sooth 'twere sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike, blest hirelings! for their country's good, And die, that living might have proved her shame ; Perish'd, perchance, in some domestic feud, Or in a narrower sphere wild Rapine's path pursued.

XLV.

Full swiftly Harold wends his lonely way
Where proud Sevilla triumphs unsubdued :
Yet is she free-the spoiler's wish'd-for prey!
Soon, soon shall Conquest's fiery foot intrude,
Blackening her lovely domes with traces rude.
Inevitable hour! 'Gainst fate to strive

Where Desolation plants her famish'd brood
Is vain, or Ilion, Tyre might yet survive,
And Virtue vanquish all, and Murder cease to thrive.

XLVI.

But all unconscious of the coming doom,

The feast, the song, the revel here abounds;
Strange modes of merriment the hours consume,
Nor bleed these patriots with their country's wounds;
Nor here War's clarion, but Love's rebeck sounds;40
Here Folly still his votaries inthralls ;

And young-eyed Lewdness walks her midnight rounds;
Girt with the silent crimes of Capitals,

Still to the last kind, Vice clings to the tott'ring walls.

XLVII

Not so the rustic with his trembing mate
1. lurks, nor casts his heavy eve atar.
Laat he should view his vineyard desolate,
Busted below the dun hot breath of war
No more beneath soft Eve's consenting star
Padango twirls his joeund castanet

Ah, monarchs! could ye taste the mirth ye mar
Not in the toils of Glory would ye fret:

The house dull drum would sleep, and Mar be happy

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XLVIII.

Bow carols now the lusty muleteer!
Of love, romance, devotion is his lay,

Ar whilome he was wont the leagues to cheer,
11is quick bells wildly jingling on the way!
No! was he speeds, he chants Viva el Rey!
Aud chucks his song to execrate Godoy,
The royal wittol Charles, and curse the day

When first Spain's queen beheld the black-eyed boy, And gore faced Treason sprung from her adulterate joy.

XLIX

On you long, level plain, at distance crown'd
With crags, whereon those Moorish turrets rest,
Wide scatter'd hoof-marks dint the wounded ground;
And, iscathed by fire, the greensward's darken'd vest
Tells that the foe was Andalusia's guest:
Here was the camp, the watch-flame, and the host,
Here the bold peasant storm'd the dragon's nest ;
Still does he mark it with triumphant boast;

And points to yonder cliffs, which oft were won and lost.

L

And whomsoe'er along the path you meet
Bears in his cap the badge of crimson hue,

Which tells you whom to shun and whom to greet: 42
Woe to the man that walks in public view
Without of loyalty this token true:

Sharp is the knife, and sudden is the stroke;
And sorely would the Gallic foeman rue,
If subtle poniards, wrapt beneath the cloke,
Could blunt the sabre's edge, or clear the cannon's
smoke.

LL.

At every turn Morena's dusky height
Sustains aloft the battery's iron load;
And, far as mortal eye can compass sight,
The mountain-howitzer, the broken road,
The bristling palisade, the fosse o’erflow'd,
The station'd bands, the never-vacant watch,
The magazine in rocky durance stow'd.

The holster'd steed beneath the shed of thatch,
The ball-piled pyramid, the ever-blazing match,"

LIL.

Portend the deeds to come :-but he whose nod
Has tumbled feebler despots from their sway,
A moment pauseth ere he lifts the rod;

A little moment deigneth to delay:

Soon will his legions sweep through these their way; The West must own the Scourger of the world. Ah! Spain! how sad will be thy reckoning-day, When soars Gaul's Vulture, with his wings unfurl'd, And thou shalt view thy sons in crowds to Hades hurl'd.

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