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 As when th' imprison'd waters burst the mounds, And roar, wide sweeping, o'er the cultured grounds; Nor cot nor fold withstand their furious course; So headlong rush'd along the hero's force. The thirst of vengeance the assailants fires, The madness of despair the Moors inspires; Each lane, each street resounds the conflict's roar, And every threshold reeks with tepid gore.


 * Thus fell the city, whose unconquer'd towers

Defied of old the banded Gothic powers, Whose harden'd nerves in rigorous climates train'd The savage courage of their souls sustain'd; Before whose sword the sons of Ebro fled, And Tagus trembled in his oozy bed; Aw'd by whose arms the lawns of Betis' shore The name Vandalia from the Vandals bore.


 * When Lisboa's towers before the Lusian fell,

What fort, what rampart might his arms repel! Estremadura's region owns him lord, And Torres-vedras bends beneath his sword; Obidos humbles, and Alamquer yields, Alamquer famous for her verdant fields, Whose murmuring rivulets cheer the traveller's way, As the chill waters o'er the pebbles stray. Elva