Torn from his castled height o’erspread the sod,
And Priests profane declared thy conquerors sent by God!
XXXVIII.
“Spain next a victim! Foulest treachery seized
Her fortress-castles—to the frontier drew
Her Princes whose domestic feuds it pleased
The Invader to foment, as Hell might do!
His legions marched—for patriots then were few—
To Manzanarés’ banks; our aged King
The Usurper made pronounce his last adieu,