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When dreadful Attila, to whom was given
That fearful name, the Scourge of angry heaven,
The fields of trembling Italy o'er-ran
With many a Gothic tribe and northern clan;
Not such unnumber'd banners then were seen,
As now in fair Tartesia's dales convene;
Numidia's bow, and Mauritania's spear,
And all the might of Hagar's race was here;
Granada's mongrels join their numerous host,
To those who dared the seas from Libya's coast.
Awed by the fury of such ponderous force
The proud Castilian tries each hoped resource;
Yet not by terror for himself inspired,
For Spain he trembled, and for Spain was fired.
His much-loved bride his messenger he sends,
And to the hostile Lusian lowly bends.
The much-loved daughter of the king implored,
Now sues her father for her wedded lord.
The beauteous dame approach'd the palace gate,
Where her great sire was throned in regal state:
On her fair face deep-settled grief appears,
And her mild eyes are bathed in glistening tears;

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