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22 Now the young Isidora a widow was left,

With Juan her infantine heir;

But ah! tho' of one husband she was bereft,

Whose skull by a Saracen's sabre was cleft,

Yet of husbands she need not depair.

For the grandees of Spain, however renowned,

On her beauty and riches would dwell;

And be that could gain her might think himself

crowned

With nuptial enjoyments that rarely are found,

Tho' hoped for, and promised right well.

But, ah! Don Montilla now haunted her sight,

And in forms superhuman was seen ;

So stern was his visage, so great was his might,

That the fair Isidora beheld with affright,

This monster of magical mein.

He governed his bandits with absolute sway,

At his bidding each man drew his sword;

When a victim he saw, he would bear him away,

And the Powers of Darkness were bound to obey--

Not a Deamon disputed his word.