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 And thou, famed Lisboa, whose embattled wall Rose by the hand that wrought proud Ilion's fall; Thou queen of cities, whom the seas obey, Thy dreaded ramparts own'd the hero's sway. Far from the north a warlike navy bore From Elbe, from Rhine, and Albion's misty shore, To rescue Salem's long-polluted shrine; Their force to great Alonzo's force they join: Before Ulysses' walls the navy rides, The joyful Tagus laves their pitchy sides. Five times the moon her empty horns conceal'd, Five times her broad effulgence shone reveal'd, When, wrapt in clouds of dust, her mural pride Falls thundering,—black the smoking breach yawns wide. As