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Constance De Castile

A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby

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“Here be my guilt—my sufferings—told—
“Far—better far th' avowal bold,
“Than tales half-rumour'd, half-conceal'd,
“Where malice spreads her mists between,
“And dark suspicion clouds the scene,
“Swelling each form to giant size.
“Here be my life's whole course reveal'd,
“Nor art, nor gloss the truth disguise.
“And thou from whom I boast my blood,
“Monarch rever'd! thou saint in heav'n!
“Look down, Alfonzo, great and good,
“And be thy hapless son forgiv'n,
“Who o'er the lustre of thy fame
“Reluctant casts the veil of shame.
“Yet, not the less shall glory raise
“A column to Alfonzo's praise.
“Ask of your fathers: they can tell:
“They saw him smite the infidel
“When Derby's sword, and Salisbury's host
“Spread triumph o'er Castillia's coast.
“Ask of your fathers: they can tell
“Of Salado, where myriads fell.
“Have you not heard, in Teba's fight
“How Douglas tow'r'd, array'd in might?

At the battle of Salado in 1340, Alfonzo defeated Alboacen, the King of Morocco, and slew 200,000 of the infidels. Vide Mariana's History of Spain, book xvi. chap. iv.

“Considerable succours came to him (at the siege of Algezira) from England, France, and Navarre. From England the Earls of Derby and Salisbury.” Mariana, book xvi. chap. v.

For the interesting account of the dying injunctions of Robert Bruce, King of Scotland, and of the bequest of his heart to the gallant Lord James Douglas, to be embalmed, and deposited by him at the Holy Sepulchre, the reader is referred to Johnes's Froissart, vol. I. chapter xx.

Douglas, on his voyage to Jerusalem, hearing that Alfonzo was waging war against the Saracen King of Granada, landed at Valentia, and joined the Spanish host. The issue of the combat is thus related by Lord Hailes in the Annals of Scotland, anno 1330. “The detached troops fought with equal advantage, and the Moorish cavalry fled. Douglas with his companions, eagerly pursued the Saracens. Taking the casket from his neck, which contained the heart of Bruce, he threw it before him, and cried, ‘Now pass thou onward, as thou was wont, and Douglas will follow thee, or die!’ The fugitives rallied: surrounded and overwhelmed by superior numbers, Douglas fell, while attempting to rescue Sir William St. Clair of Roslin, who shared his fate. Robert, and Walter Logan, both of them knights, were slain with Douglas. His friend, Sir William Keith, having had his arm broke, was detained from the battle. His few surviving companions found his body in the field, together with the casket, and reverently conveyed them to Scotland. The remains of Douglas were interred in the sepulchre of his fathers, in the church of Douglas, and the heart of Bruce was deposited at Melros.”



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“And, when suspended conquest hung,
“A casket from his neck untwin'd
“That the brave heart of Bruce enshrin'd,
“And 'mid the Paynim squadrons flung:
“Then, rush'd to rescue it, or die,
“And perish'd, crown'd with victory?”