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56 The bristling palisade, the fosse o'erflowed,

The stationed bands, the never-vacant watch,

The magazine in rocky durance stowed,

The bolstered steed beneath the shed of thatch,

The ball-piled pyramid, the ever-blazing match,N10

LII.

Portend the deeds to come:—but he whose nod

Has tumbled feebler despots from their sway,

A moment pauseth ere he lifts the rod;

A little moment deigneth to delay:

Soon will his legions sweep through these their way;

The West must own the Scourger of the world.

Ah! Spain! how sad will be thy reckoning-day,

When soars Gaul's Vulture, with his wings unfurled,

And thou shalt view thy sons in crowds to Hades hurled.

LIII.

And must they fall? the young, the proud, the brave,

To swell one bloated Chief's unwholesome reign?

No step between submission and a grave?

The rise of Rapine and the fall of Spain?