XVII.

“Joy to Valencia! From her leaguered wall, Full valiantly defended, Moncey flies. His shattered legions into fragments fall, So well her grape and musketry she plies; And torn his summons to surrender lies. This--this her answer:--‘We have sworn beneath ‘Our country’s ruins buried, ere shall rise, ‘A foreign standard here, to yield our breath,’ And France her flag withdrew all dark with hues of death.