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“Unconquered Zaragoza shuts her gates; No fortress her’s, and scarce a circling wall. Enough that from her soul the foe she hates, And ’neath her ruined towers hath sworn to fall, Or ere she live a foreign tyrant’s thrall. Sublime devotion! Palafox prepares The proud defence. His gallant soldiers all Obey his voice: ‘Who loves me with me shares ‘The city’s doom!’ Till death they guard their lion-lairs.