XXXVIII.

“Spain next a victim! Foulest treachery seized Her fortress-castles--to the frontier drew Her Princes whose domestic feuds it pleased The Invader to foment, as Hell might do! His legions marched--for patriots then were few-- To Manzanarés’ banks; our aged King The Usurper made pronounce his last adieu, And caged his Heir--a poor and mindless thing-- But Spain her talons ground, and imped her soaring wing!