SIEGE OF VALENCIA.
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ELMINA.
—Bring your inspiring war-notes, and your sounds
Of festal music round a dying man!
Will his heart echo them?—But if thy words
Were spells, to call up, with each lofty tone,
The grave's most awful spirits, they would stand
Powerless, before my anguish!
GONZALEZ.
Who there looks on thee in the purity
Of her devoted youth, and o'er whose name
No blight must fall, and whose pale cheek must ne'er
Burn with that deeper tinge, caught painfully
From the quick feeling of dishonour.—Speak!
Unfold this mystery!—By thy sons——
ELMINA.
And canst thou name them?
GONZALEZ.
They died with all the promise of their youth,
And the fair honour of their house upon them,
Than that with manhood's high and passionate soul
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