KONRAD WALLENROD.
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Hung upon his neck, and kissed him;
Such true love their friendship graced.
All at once his strength grew feebler,
And he fell upon the ground;
But he drew the Spaniard with him,
To his feet the turban bound.
All with wonder looked upon him,
And his livid visage scan;
Horrid smiles deformed his features,
And with blood his eyes overran.
"Christian dogs," he cries, "look on me,
If you understand this thing;
I deceived you, from Granada
Come I, and the plague I bring.
"For my kiss breathed venom in ye.
And the plague shall lay you low;
Come and look upon my tortures—
Ye such death must undergo."
Wide he cast his eyes around him.
As he would eternally
Chain all Spaniards to his bosom;
And a horrid laugh laughed he.
