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the purple shadow Of the twilight falls O'er the sculptured marble Of Cordova's walls. Scarcely is the present seen, Thinking over what has been—

Dark across the waters Came the gathered power, Guided by Count Julian In an evil hour. Castled height and wooded dell, Knew the armed infidel.

Stately rose their city— Many towns are fair, None rose like Granada In the morning air. There the Moorish princes swayed Empire which themselves had made.