V.

And Isidora loved a noble youth, Worthy of _her_--I ween that few be they; And honour, valour, virtue, manhood, truth, Combined in Carlos--noble every way. No step more free than his--none sang the lay Of Vascongada bold with richer voice. His, his the sword that, flashing midst the fray, Had Blanca saved, whose foster-sister’s choice Gladdened her sire and made the general heart rejoice.