And with good rifle to their threats replied.
Long was the contest, oft their firelocks flashed,
But Carlos gaily cheered his destined bride;
And, foiled, the band for rapine further dashed,
But swearing dire revenge, their teeth like tigers gnashed.
XIX.
“Away, away, my life, my love, my joy!
“Querida, thou must find secure retreat.
“My peace ’twill, by my father’s dust, destroy,