Not Ammon's son with larger heart bestow'd,
Nor such the grace to him the muses owed.
From Helicon the muses wing their way;
Mondego's flowery banks invite their stay.
Now Coimbra shines Minerva's proud abode;
And fired with joy, Parnassus' bloomy god
Beholds another dear-loved Athens rise,
And spread her laurels in indulgent skies;
Her wreath of laurels ever green he twines
With threads of gold, and Baccaris adjoins.
Here castle walls in warlike grandeur lour,
Here cities swell and lofty temples tower:
In wealth and grandeur each with other vies;
When old and loved the parent-monarch dies.
His son, alas, remiss in filial deeds,
But wise in peace and bold in fight, succeeds,
The fourth Alonzo: ever arm'd for war
He views the stern Castile with watchful care.
Yet when the Libyan nations crost the main,
And spread their thousands o'er the fields of Spain,
The brave Alonzo drew his awful steel,
And sprung to battle for the proud Castile.
When Babel's haughty queen unsheath'd the sword,
And o'er Hydaspes' lawns her legions pour'd;
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