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 As from the muse might challenge endless fame, Though low their station, and untold their name.


 * Now stung with wild ambition's madning fires,

To proud Castilia's throne the king aspires. The Lord of Arragon, from Cadiz' walls, And hoar Pyrene's sides his legions calls; The numerous legions to his standard throng, And war, with horrid strides, now stalks along. With emulation fired, the prince beheld His warlike sire ambitious of the field; Scornful of ease, to aid his arms he sped, Nor sped in vain: The raging combat bled; Alonzo's ranks with carnage gored, dismay Spread her cold wings, and shook his firm array; To flight she hurried; while with brow serene The martial boy beheld the deathful scene. With curving movement o'er the field he rode, Th' opposing troops his wheeling squadrons mow'd: The purple dawn and evening sun beheld His tents encampt assert the conquer'd field. Thus when the ghost of Julius hover'd o'er Philippi's plain, appeased with Roman gore. Octavius'