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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.
 II. 
CANTO II.
 III. 
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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VI.
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VIII.
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XIII.
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XXV. The Hermit's prophetic Ode.
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XXVI.

“Like cataracts from the mountain brow
“Clash the couch'd lances in their rest,
“Squadron on squadron, breast on breast.
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“Who breaks the shield, the sword, the bow?
“Whose voice pours thunder on the gale?
“Whose war-hoofs, red with slaughter, crush the foe?
“Like Death, with terror crown'd, dark tow'rs the sable mail.
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