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CANTO I.] And doth the Power that man adores ordain

Their doom, nor heed the suppliant's appeal?

Is all that desperate Valour acts in vain?

And Counsel sage, and patriotic Zeal—

The Veteran's skill—Youth's fire—and Manhood's heart of steel?

LIV.

Is it for this the Spanish maid, aroused,

Hangs on the willow her unstrung guitar,

And, all unsexed, the Anlace hath espoused,

Sung the loud song, and dared the deed of war?

And she, whom once the semblance of a scar

Appalled, an owlet's 'larum chilled with dread,

Now views the column-scattering bay'net jar,

The falchion flash, and o'er the yet warm dead

Stalks with Minerva's step where Mars might quake to tread.

LV.

Ye who shall marvel when you hear her tale,

Oh! had you known her in her softer hour,