XV.
Thus oft between Isaro’s isle and San
Sebastian Blanca past with fancy free,
Till through her veins Love’s soft infection ran,
And tamed her spirit of wild gaiety.
A gallant youth and fond did Blanca see
’Mongst Albion’s sons who lay the town before.
Of all the host was braver none than he,
And Blanca trembled to her bosom’s core