“’Tis thus we lay the hatchet to the root.”
“That tree,” said Nial, “shall no more give fruit!”
The Andaluzes yet more fiercely mock,
Keen as the shafts their bullring Majos shoot:—
“Now did king Joseph’s self receive the shock,
Right lustily the axe should cleave the senseless block!”
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Soon pierced the column round, till scarce a thread
Supports its weight:—“Look out—look out below!”
Another stroke—and stoops its monstrous head.