Page:The Siege of Valencia.pdf/156

152

These are bold words: but hast thou look'd on death, Fair stripling?—On thy cheek and sunny brow Scarce fifteen summers of their laughing course Have left light traces. If thy shaft hath pierced The ibex of the mountains, if thy step Hath climb'd some eagle's nest, and thou hast made His nest thy spoil, 'tis much!—And fear'st thou not The leader of the mighty?

I have been Rear'd amongst fearless men, and midst the rocks And the wild hills, whereon my fathers fought And won their battles. There are glorious tales Told of their deeds, and I have learn'd them all. How should I fear thee, Moor?

So, thou hast seen Fields, where the combat's roar hath died away