Exhausted life gave way. O God! she said,
Lifting her hands, thou hast restored me all, ...
All ... in one hour!... and round his neck she threw
Her arms and cried, My Roderick! mine in Heaven!
Groaning, he claspt her close, and in that act
And agony her happy spirit fled.
XXV.
RODERICK IN BATTLE.
Eight thousand men had to Asturias march’d
Beneath Count Julian’s banner; the remains