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 Of flying squadrons; down their arms they throw, And dash from rock to rock to shun the foe. The foe! what wonders may not virtue dare! But sixty horsemen waged the conquering war. The warlike monarch still his toil renews; New conquest still each victory pursues. To him Badaja's lofty gates expand, And the wide region owns his dread command. When now enraged proud Leon's king beheld Those walls subdued which saw his troops expell'd; Enraged he saw them own the victor's sway, And hems them round with battalous array. With generous ire the brave Alonzo glows, By heaven unguarded, on the numerous foes He rushes, glorying in his wonted force, And spurs with headlong rage his furious horse; The combat burns, the snorting courser bounds, And paws impetuous by the iron mounds: O'er gasping foes and sounding bucklers trod The raging steed, and headlong as he rode Dash'd the fierce monarch on a rampire bar— Low grovelling in the dust, the pride of war, The great Alonzo lies. The captive's fate Succeeds, alas, the pomp of regal state. "Let iron dash his limbs," his mother cried, "And steel revenge my chains:" she spoke, and died; And