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 (Alas, the nuptial day was past unknown, Which, but when crown'd the prince could dare to own.) And with the fair one's blood the vengeful sire Resolves to quench his Pedro's faithful fire. Oh, thou dread sword, oft stain'd with heroes' gore, Thou awful terror of the prostrate Moor, What rage could aim thee at a female breast, Unarm'd, by softness and by love possest!


 * Dragg'd from her bower by murderous ruffian hands,

Before the frowning king fair Inez stands; Her tears of artless innocence, her air So mild, so lovely, and her face so fair, Moved the stern monarch; when with eager zeal, Her fierce destroyers urged the public weal; Dread rage again the tyrant's soul possest, And his dark brow his cruel thoughts confest; O'er her fair face a sudden paleness spread, Her throbbing heart with generous anguish bled, Anguish to view her lover's hopeless woes, And all the mother in her bosom rose. Her beauteous eyes, in trembling tear-drops drown'd, To heaven she lifted, but her hands were bound; Then on her infants turn'd the piteous glance, The look of bleeding woe; the babes advance, Smiling in innocence of infant age, Unawed, unconscious of their grandsire's rage; To