CANTO I.

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And, all unsex’d, the Anlace hath espous’d,Sung the loud song , and dar’d the decd-of war ?And she, whom once the semblance of a scarAppall’d, an owlet’s larum chill'd with dread,Now views the column'scattering bay’net jar,Thefalchion Hash, and o’er the yet warm deadStalks with Minerva’s step where Mars mightquake to tread.

LV.

"Ye who shall marvel when you hear her talc,Oh! had you known her in her softer hour.Mark’d her black eye that mocks her coal*black veil,

Heard her light, lively tones in Rady’s Lower,Seen her long locks that foil the painter’s power,Her fairy form, with more than female grace.Scarce would ^011 deem that Saragoza’s towerBeheld her smile in Danger’s Gorgon face,Thin the clos’d ranks, and lead in Glory’sfearful chas*.

* LVI.

Her lover sinks —— she sheds no ill - tim’d tonrjHer chief is slain — she fills his fatal post;Her fellows llee*—she checks their base careerThe foe retires —* she heads the sallying host:"Who can appease like her a lover’s ghost ?’Who can avenge so well a leader’s fall *?