XXXVI.

“Trembled blue Tagus when his waters saw A conqueror come unwounded to his shore; His curling wave, receding, he doth draw In violent scorn to where Almada o’er The Serra lords Lisboa’s towers before. Her soil that spurned the Invader quakes again, And gapes athirst for foreign tyrants’ gore. Indignant Tagus lashes it--in vain-- Sinks o’er his golden sands, and sighing wears the chain.