11. “Into these glassy eyes put light—be still! keep down thine ire;
Bid these white lips a blessing speak—this earth is not my sire!
Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed—
Thou canst not?—and a king!—his dust be mountains on thy head!”
12. He loosed the steed—his slack hand fell;—upon the silent face
He cast one long, deep, troubled look, then turned from that sad place;
His hope was crushed, his after-fate untold in martial strain;
His banner led the spears no more amidst the hills of Spain!
[611] Liege, sovereign.
[612] Ranˊ-somed, redeemed from captivity or imprisonment by the payment of a ransom or price.