XC.
Not all the blood at Talavera shed,
Not all the marvels of Barossa's fight,
Not Albuera lavish of the dead,
Have won for Spain her well asserted right.
When shall her Olive-Branch be free from blight?
When shall she breathe her from the blushing toil?
How many a doubtful day shall sink in night,
Ere the Frank robber turn him from his spoil,
And Freedom's stranger-tree grow native of the soil![1]
XCI.
And thou, my friend!—since unavailing woe[2][3]N19
- ↑ [During the American War of Independence (1775-83), and afterwards during the French Revolution, it was the custom to plant trees as "symbols of growing freedom." The French trees were decorated with "caps of Liberty." No such trees had ever been planted in Spain. (See note by the Rev. E. C. Everard Owen, Childe Harold, 1897, p. 158.)]
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And thou, my friend! since thus my selfish woe Bursts from my heart, to weaken in
however light my strain,
for ever light the ——.—[D.]Had the sword laid thee, with the mighty, low
Pride had forbade me of thy fall to plain.—[MS. D.] - ↑ [Compare the In Memoriam stanzas at the end of Beattie's Minstrel—
"And am I left to unavailing woe?"
II. 63, line 2.]
King of Quito, younger brother of Huascar the Supreme Inca, took place in 1532, near the town of Caxamarca, in Peno (Mod. Univ. History, 1763, xxxviii. 295, seq.). Spain's weakness during the Napoleonic invasion was the opportunity of her colonies. Quito, the capital of Ecuador, rose in rebellion, August 10, 1810, and during the same year Mexico and La Plata began their long struggle for independence.]
