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Title: Childe Harold's pilgrimage : a romaunt
Year: 1869 (1860s)
Authors: Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron, 1788-1824 Skelton, Percival
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Publisher: London : John Murray
Contributing Library: Getty Research Institute
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nodHas 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 Gauls Vulture, with his wings unfurld,And thou shalt view thy sons in crowds to Hades hurld. Liir. And must they fall i the young, the proud, the brave,To swell one bloated chiefs unwholesome reign )No step between submission and a grave IThe rise of rapine and the fall of Spain 1And doth the Power that man adores ordainTheir doom, nor heed the suppliants appeal IIs all that desperate Valour acts in vain iAnd Counsel sage, and patriotic Zeal,The Veterans skill, Youths fire, and Manhoods heart of steel t LIV. Is it for this the Spanish maid, aroused,Hangs on the willow her unstrung guitar,And, all nnsexd, the anlace hath espoused,Sung the loud song, and dared the deed of war I 46 childe harolds pilgrimage canto r.
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MAID OF SARAQOZA And she, whom once the semblance of a scarAppallcl, an owlets larum chilld with dread,Now views the column-scattering baynet jar,The falchion flash, and oer the yet warm deadStalks with Minervas step where Mars might quake to tread. CAXTO I. childe harolds pilgrimage 47 LV. Ye who shall marvel when you hear her tale,Oh ! had you known her in her softer hour,Markd her black eye that mocks her coal-black veil,Heard her light, lively tones in Ladys bower,Seen her long locks that foil the painters power,Her fairy form, with more than female grace,Scarce would you deem that Saragozas towerBeheld her smile in Dangers Gorgon face,Thin the closed ranks, and lead in Glorys fearful chase. LVI. Her lover sinks—she sheds no ill-timed tear;Her chief is slain—she fills his fatal post ;Her fellows flee-—she checks their base career ;The foe retires—she heads the sallying host :Who can appease like her a lovers ghost %Who can avenge so Avell a leaders fall ?What maid retrieve

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