Threw down the dagger—dared depart,

In savage grandeur, home—

He dared depart in utter scorn

Of men that such a yoke had borne, 60

Yet left him such a doom!

His only glory was that hour

Of self-upheld abandoned power.

The Spaniard, when the lust of sway

Had lost its quickening spell, 65

Cast crowns for rosaries away,