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XXII.

“Engracia’s stormed--the summons to despair Is oft repeated but as oft disdained. Though Zaragoza burn--though tortures tear, Her vigorous arms shall ne’er by France be chained! The foe hath entered and the Cosso gained; But desperate is the fight which there doth rage. Francisco’s convent burns, yet death fires rained More fiercely glare--such war did man ne’er wage. Beside Numantine fame ’twill sound through many an age!