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The mask beneath whose shelter thou may'st read Men's thoughts, and veil thine own,

. Am I thus changed From all I was? And yet it needs must be, Since e'en my soul hath caught another hue, From its long sufferings. Did I not array The gallant flower of Lusian chivalry, And lead the mighty of the land, to pour Destruction on the Moslem? I return, And, as a fearless and a trusted friend, Bring, from the realms of my captivity, An Arab of the desert! But the Sun Hath sunk below th' Atlantic. Let us hence— Gonzalez, fear me not.Exeunt.

. In sooth, our city wears a goodly mien With her far-blazing fanes, and festive lamps Shining from all her marble palaces, Countless as heaven's fair stars. The humblest lattice Sends forth its radiance. How the sparkling waves Fling back the light!

. Aye, 'tis a gallant shew; And one which serves, like others, to conceal Things which must not be told.