Chapter 45 of 528 · 59 words · ~1 min read

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Dauntless defenders! On Numantia’s wall, Or ’mid self-fired Sagunthus’ leaguered towers, Defying Hannibal whose eyes appal The flames of sacrifice; or ’gainst the powers Of Tarik fierce arrayed in darker hours-- From rough Asturian mountains hurling down Huge rocks whose maw the Moorish host devours, While great Pelayo’s form with deadly frown Up Covadonga’s vale comes trampling fell Mahoun!