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46 XXXIV.

But ere the mingling bounds have far been passed,

Dark Guadiana rolls his power along

In sullen billows, murmuring and vast,

So noted ancient roundelays among.

Whilome upon his banks did legions throng

Of Moor and Knight, in mailéd splendour drest:

Here ceased the swift their race, here sunk the strong;

The Paynim turban and the Christian crest

Mixed on the bleeding stream, by floating hosts oppressed.

XXXV.

Oh, lovely Spain! renowned, romantic Land!

Where is that standard which Pelagio bore,

When Cava's traitor-sire first called the band

That dyed thy mountain streams with Gothic gore?N7

Where are those bloody Banners which of yore

Waved o'er thy sons, victorious to the gale,