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Heroes of elder days untaught to yield	A
Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field	A
Ye that around the oaken cross of yore	B
Stood firm and fearless on Asturia's shore	B
And with your spirit ne'er to be subdued	C
Hallowed the wild Cantabrian solitude	C
Rejoice amidst your dwellings of repose	D
In the last chastening of your Moslem foes	D
Rejoice for Spain arising in her strength	E
Hath burst the remnant of their yoke at length	E
And they in turn the cup of woe must drain	F
And bathe their fetters with their tears in vain	F
And thou the warrior	G
born in happy hour	G
	-
Valencia's lord whose name alone was power	G
Theme of a thousand songs in days gone by	H
Conqueror of kings exult O Cid on high	H
For still 'twas thine to guard thy country's weal	I
In life in death the watcher for Castile	I
	-
Thou in that hour when Mauritania's bands	J
Rushed from their palmy groves and burning lands	J
E'en in the realm of spirits didst retain	F
A patriot's vigilance remembering Spain	F
Then at deep midnight rose the mighty sound	K
By Leon heard in shuddering awe profound	K
As through her echoing streets in dread array	L
Beings once mortal held their viewless way	L
Voices from worlds we know not and the tread	M
Of marching hosts the armies of the dead	M
Thou and thy buried chieftains from the grave	N
Then did thy summons rouse a king to save	N
And join thy warriors with unearthly might	O
To aid the rescue in Tolosa's fight	O
Those days are past the crescent on thy shore	B
O realm of evening sets to rise no more	B
What banner of streams afar from Vela's tower	G
The cross bright ensign of Iberia's power	G
What the glad shout of each exulting voice	P
Castile and Aragon rejoice rejoice	P
Yielding free entrance to victorious foes	D
The Moorish city sees her gates unclose	D
And Spain's proud host with pennon shield and lance	D
Through her long streets in knightly garb advance	D
	-
Oh ne'er in lofty dreams hath Fancy's eye	H
Dwelt on a scene of statelier pageantry	Q
At joust or tourney theme of poet's lore	B
High masque or solemn festival of yore	B
The giled cupolas that proudly rise	D
O'erarched by cloudless and cerulean skies	D
Tall minarets shining mosques barbaric skies	D
Fountains and palaces and cypress bowers	D
And they the splendid and triumphant throng	R
With helmets glittering as they move along	R
With broidered scarf and gem bestudded mail	I
And graceful plumage streaming on the gale	I
Shields gold embossed and pennons floating far	S
And all the gorgeous blazonry of war	B
All brightened by the rich transparent hues	D
That southern suns o'er heaven and earth diffuse	D
Blend in one scene of glory formed to throw	T
O'er memory's page a never fading glow	T
And there too foremost 'midst the conquering brave	N
Your azure plumes O Aben Zurrahs wave	N
There Hamet moves the chief whose lofty port	U
Seems nor reproach to shun nor praise to court	U
Calm stern collected yet within his breast	V
Is there no pang no struggle unconfessed	V
If such there be it still must dwell unseen	W
Nor cloud a triumph with a sufferer's mien	W
	-
Hear'st thou the solemn yet exulting sound	V
Of the deep anthem floating far around	V
The choral voices to the skies that raise	D
The full majestic harmony of praise	D
Lo where surrounded by their princely train	F
They come the sovereigns of rejoicing Spain	F
Borne on their trophied car lo bursting thence	D
A blaze of chivalrous magnificence	D
	-
Onward their slow and stately course they bend	V
To where the Alhambra's ancient towers ascend	V
Reared and adorned by Moorish kings of yore	B
Whose lost descendants there shall dwell no more	B
	-
They reached those towers irregularly vast	V
And rude they seem in mould barbaric cast	V
They enter to their wondering sight is given	X
A genii palace an Arabian heaven	X
A scene by magic raised so strange so fair	Y
Its forms and colour seem alike of air	Y
Here by sweet orange bows half shaded o'er	G
The deep clear bath reveals its marble floor	B
Its margin fringed with flowers whose glowing hues	D
The calm transparence of its wave suffuse	D
There round the court where Moorish arches bend	V
Aerial columns richly decked ascend	V
Unlike the models of each classic race	D
Of Doric grandeur or Corinthian grace	D
But answering well each vision that portrays	D
Arabian splendour to the poet's gaze	D
Wild wondrous brilliant all a mingling glow	T
Of rainbow tints above around below	T
Bright streaming from the many tinctured veins	D
Of precious marble and the vivid stains	D
Of rich mosaics o'er the light arcade	V
In gay festoons and fairy knots displayed	V
On through the enchanted realm that only seems	D
Meet for the radiant creatures of our dreams	D
The royal conquerors pass while still their sight	V
On some new wonder dwells with fresh delight	V
Here the eye roves through slender colonnades	D
O'er bowery terraces and myrtle shades	D
Dark olive woods beyond and far on high	H
The vast sierra mingling with the sky	H
There scattering far around their diamond spray	L
Clear streams from founts of alabaster play	L
Through pillared halls where exquisitely wrought	V
Rich arabesques with glittering foliage fraught	V
Surmount each fretted arch and lend the scene	W
A wild romantic Oriental mien	W
While many a verse from Eastern bards of old	V
Borders the walls in characters of gold	V
Here Moslem luxury in her own domain	F
Hath held for ages her voluptuous reign	F
'Midst gorgeous domes where soon shall silence brood	V
And all be lone a splendid solitude	V
Now wake their echoes to a thousand songs	D
From mingling voices of exulting throngs	D
Tambour and flute and atabal are there	Y
And joyous clarions pealing on the air	Y
While every hall resounds 'Granada won	X
Granada for Castile and Aragon '	-
	-
'Tis night from dome and tower in dazzling maze	D
The festal lamps innumerably blaze	D
Through long arcades their quivering lustre gleams	D
From every lattice their quivering lustre gleams	D
'Midst orange gardens plays on fount and rill	I
And gilds the waves of Darro and Xenil	I
Red flame the torches on each minaret's height	V
And shines each street an avenue of light	V
And midnight feasts are held and music's voice	D
Through the long night still summons to rejoice	D
	-
Yet there while all would seem to heedless eye	H
One blaze of pomp one burst of revelry	Q
Are hearts unsoothed by those delusive hours	D
Galled by the chain though decked awhile with flowers	D
Stern passions working in the indignant breast	V
Deep pangs untold high feelings unexpressed	V
Heroic spirits unsubmitting yet	V
Vengeance and keen remorse and vain regret	V
	-
From yon proud height whose olive shaded brow	Z
Commands the wide luxuriant plains below	I
Who lingering gazes o'er the lovely scene	W
Anguish and shame contending in his mien	W
He who of heroes and of kings the son	X
Hath lived to lose whate'er his fathers won	X
Whose doubt and fears his people's fate have sealed	V
Wavering alike in council and in field	V
Weak timid ruler of the wise and brave	N
Still a fierce tyrant or a yielding slave	N
	-
Far from these vine clad hills and azure skies	D
To Afric's wilds the royal exile flies	D
Yet pauses on his way to weep in vain	F
O'er all he never must behold again	A2
Fair spreads the scene around for him	B2
too	V
fair	Y
Each glowing charm but deepens his despair	Y
The Vega's meads the city's glittering spires	D
The old majestic palace of his sires	D
The gay pavillions and retired alcoves	D
Bosomed in citron and pomegranate groves	D
Tower crested rocks and streams that wind in light	V
All in one moment bursting on his sight	V
Speak to his soul of glory's vanished years	D
And wake the source of unavailing tears	D
Weepest thou Abdallah Thou dost well to weep	C2
O feeble heart o'er all thou couldst not keep	C2
Well do a woman's tears befit the eye	H
Of him who knew not as a man to die	H
	-
The gale sighs mournfully through Zayda's bower	G
The hand is gone that nurse	D

Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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