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III.

“And mangled, bruised, and torn, from imminent verge Of death the Guard released him;--Carlos weak The crown resigned--grey hairs the victim urge, And, feebler still, Fernando strove to wreak His feuds upon a throne, where basely meek Full soon as fawning spaniel he doth woo The Gaulish tiger--all that France could seek Too little for his willing hand to do-- All contumelies for him, the Seventh Fernán, too few!