The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, with memoir of the author.

DON RODERICK. 403
XLVII.
But unappall'd, and burning for the fight,
The Invaders march, of victory secure;
Skilful their force to sever or unite,
And train'd alike to vanquish or endure.
Nor skilful less, cheap conquest to ensure,
Discord to breathe, and jealousy to sow,
To quell by boasting, and by bribes to lure;
While nought against them bring the unpractised foe,
Save hearts for Freedom's cause, and hands for
Freedom's blow.
XLV~II.
Proudly they march —but, 0! they march not
forth
By one hot field to crown a brief campaign,
As when their Eagles, sweeping through the
North,
Destroy'd at every stoop an ancient reign!
Far other fate had Heaven decreed for Spain;
In vain the steel, in vain the torch was
plied,
New Patriot armies started from the slain,
High blazed the war, and long, and far, and
wide,'
And oft the God of Battles blest the righteous
side.
1 [See Appendix, Note B.]