When Africa received her final foil,
And thy swoln stream incarnadined, roll’d back
The invaders to the deep, ... there shall they toss
Till on their native Mauritanian shore
The waves shall cast their bones to whiten there.
XIX.
RODERICK AND RUSILLA.
When all had been perform’d, the royal Goth
Look’d up towards the chamber in the tower,
Where gazing on the multitude below,