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Constance De Castile

A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby
Sotheby, William (1757-1833)

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CONSTANCE DE CASTILE.
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CANTO I.
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CANTO II.
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CANTO III.
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CANTO IV.
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CANTO V.
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CANTO VI.
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CANTO VII.
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CANTO VIII.
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CANTO IX.
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CANTO X.

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XII.

Almanzor storms, his soul's on fire:
“Thus, thus, I conquer, or expire!”
He spake, and centering in one blow
Resistless strength to crush the foe,
Fiercely with high-rais'd falchion sprung.
While, pois'd in air, aloft it hung,
While yet the Paynim onward prest,
His keen-ey'd rival mark'd the wound
That stain'd with gushing blood his breast,
Peirc'd with swift stroke th' unguarded part,
And sheath'd the weapon in his heart.
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The Moor falls thundering on the ground,
And rolling wild his eyes around
Clos'd them for ever on the day,
And, struggling, groan'd his soul away.
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