Constance De Castile A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby |
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“Lone in his might the conqueror past.—“They fly—the foes, thrice rallied, fly!
“Hark, hark!—St. George and victory!
The Black Prince closed his career of victory at Navaret. In that decisive battle, fought on the 3d of April, 1367, the conqueror of Crecy and Poictiers defeated, with immense slaughter, the disproportioned numbers of the Usurper. Henry of Trastamere fought with desperate resolution; thrice rallied his broken ranks, nor resigned the contest, till the flight of his brothers, and the capture of Du Guesclin, in himself a host, rendered all resistance ineffectual.
Trastamere fled to France, and under more auspicious circumstances, and when no longer opposed by the Black Prince, defeated and murdered Pedro, and maintained possession of the kingdom, against the claims of John of Gaunt, titular king of Castile and Leon.
“Chiefs on their bucklers breathe their last.
“Weave the wreath. the war is o'er,
“Najara's torrent foams with gore,
“And Fear o'er Gaul's tumultuous flight
“Wide waves his banner dark as night.
“Navaret! weave the laurel wreath!
“Glory's peerless course is run.
“Edward! repose!—the sword of victory sheathe.
“Rest! in thy splendour rest—so sets yon golden sun.
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