V.

"By Allah, yea!" with eyes of fire
The lordly paynim said,
"Granada's sultan was my sire,

Who fell by Lara's blade;
And tho' thy gold were fortyfold,
The ransom were but vain

To purchase back thy Christian knight,
The boldest knight of Spain."

VI.

"Ah, Moor! the life that once is shed

No vengeance can repay;

And who can number up the dead

That fall in battle fray?

Thyself in many a manly fight

Hast many a father slain;

Then rage not thus 'gainst Lara's knight,

The boldest knight of Spain."

VII.

"And who art thou, whose pilgrim vest

Thy beauties ill may shroud;
The locks of gold, the heaving breast,
A moon beneath a cloud?

Wilt thou our Moorish creed recite,

And here with me remain?

He may depart, that captive knight,

The conquer'd knight of Spain."

VIII.

"Ah, speak not so!" with voice of woe,
The shuddering stranger cried;
"Another creed I may not know,

Nor live another's bride!
Fernando's wife may yield her life,

But not her honour stain,
To loose the bonds of Lara's knight,
The noblest knight of Spain!"

IX.

"And know'st thou, then, how hard a doom

Thy husband yet may bear!

The fetter'd limbs, the living tomb,

The damp and noisome air?

In lonely cave, and void of light,
To drag a helpless chain,

Thy pride condemns the Christian knight,
The prop and pride of Spain!"

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X.

Oh that within that dungeon's gloom

His sorrows I might share,

And cheer him in that living tomb,
With love, and hope, and prayer!
But still the faith I once have plight
Unbroken must remain,

And God will help the captive knight,
And plead the cause of Spain!"

XI.

"And deem'st thou from the Moorish hold

In safety to retire,

Whose locks outshine Arabia's gold,

Whose eyes the diamond's fire!" She drew a poniard small and bright, And spake in calm disdain :

"He taught me how, my Christian knight, To guard the faith of Spain!"

XII.

The drawbridge falls! with loud alarm

The clashing portals fly!

She bared her breast, she raised her arm,

And knelt, in act to die!

But ah, the thrill of wild delight
That shot through every vein!
He stood before her,-Lara's knight,
The noblest knight of Spain !

SYMPATHY.

A KNIGHT and a lady once met in a grove,
While each was in quest of a fugitive love;
A river ran mournfully murmuring by,
And they wept in its waters for sympathy.

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Oh, never was knight such a sorrow that bore!"

Oh, never was maid so deserted before!" "From life and its woes let us instantly fly, And jump in together for company!"

They search'd for an eddy that suited the deed,
But here was a bramble, and there was a weed;
"How tiresome it is!" said the fair with a sigh;
So they sat down to rest them in company.

They gazed on each other, the maid and the knight;
How fair was her form, and how goodly his height!

"One mournful embrace!" sobb'd the youth, “ere we die! "

So kissing and crying kept company.

Oh, had I but loved such an angel as you ! 'Oh, had but my swain been a quarter as true!" "To miss such perfection how blinded was I!" Sure now they were excellent company!

At length spoke the lass, 'twixt a smile and a tear,
“The weather is cold for a watery bier ;
When summer returns we may easily die,
Till then let us sorrow in company.”

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WRITTEN TO A MARCH COMPOSED IN IMITATION OF A MILITARY BAND.

I SEE them on their winding way,

Above their ranks the moon-beams play,
And nearer yet, and yet more near,

The martial chorus strikes the ear.

They're lost and gone,-the moon is past,
The wood's dark shade is o'er them cast,
And fainter, fainter, fainter still,

The dim march warbles up the hill.

Again, again, the pealing drum,

The clashing horn-they come! they come !
And lofty deeds and daring high,
Blend with their notes of victory.

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Forth, forth, and meet them on their
The trampling hoof brooks no delay;
The thrilling fife, the pealing drum,
How late-but oh, how loved they come !