There you might see the Moors arming them- | And many a Moorish shield lie shattered on the

selves in haste,

And the two main battles how they were forming The pennons that were white marked with a fast; crimson stain,


Horsemen and footmen mixt, a countless troop The horses running wild whose riders had been and vast. slain.

The Moors are moving forward, the battle soon | The Christians call upon St. James, the Moors must join.

upon Mahound,

"My men, stand here in order, ranged upon a line! Let not a man move from his rank before I give the sign."

There were thirteen hundred of them slain on a little spot of ground.

Minaya Alvar Fañez smote with all his might,

Pero Bermuez heard the word, but he could not He went as he was wont, and was foremost in the



He held the banner in his hand, he gave his There was Galin Garcia, of courage firm and horse the rein; clear;

"You see yon foremost squadron there, the Felez Munioz, the Cid's own cousin dear; thickest of the foes, Antolinez of Burgos, a hardy knight and keen, Noble Cid, God be your aid, for there your banner Munio Gustioz, his pupil that had been; The Cid on his gilded saddle above them all was



There was Martin Munioz that ruled in Montmayor;

Let him that serves and honors it show the duty that he owes." Earnestly the Cid called out, "For Heaven's sake, be still!" There were Alvar Fañez and Alvar Salvador; Bermuez cried, "I cannot hold," so eager was his These were the followers of the Cid, with many will. others more,

He spurred his horse and drove him on amid the In rescue of Bermuez and the standard that he Moorish rout; bore.

They strove to win the banner, and compast him Minaya is dismounted, his courser has been slain, He fights upon his feet, and smites with might and main.


Had not his armor been so true, he had lost either life or limb.

The Cid came all in haste to help him to horse again. The Cid called out again, "For Heaven's sake, He saw a Moor well mounted, thereof he was full fain;

succor him!"

Their shields before their breasts, forth at once Through the girdle at a stroke he cast him to the

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He called to Minaya Fañez and reached him out the

Their lances in the rest levelled fair and low,
Their banners and their crests way in row,
Their heads all stooping down toward the saddle-

‘Mount and ride, Minaya, you are my right hand; We shall have need of you to-day, these Moors will not disband!

The Cid was in the midst, his shout was heard afar,

Minaya leapt upon the horse, his sword was in

his hand,

"I am Rui Diaz, the Champion of Bivar;
Strike amongst them, gentlemen, for sweet
mercy's sake!"

Nothing that came near him could resist him or

There where Bermuez fought amidst the foe they All that fall within his reach he despatches as he goes.


Three hundred bannered knights, it was a The Cid rode to King Fariz, and struck at him three blows;

gallant show: Three hundred Moors they killed, a man with The third was far the best, it forced the blood to flow: every blow;

When they wheeled and turned, as many more The stream ran from his side, and stained his lay slain, arms below;

You might see them raise their lances and level The King caught round the rein, and turned his them again; back to go.

There you might see the breastplates, how they The Cid has won the battle with that single blow. were cleft in twain,

By an anonymous translator in the appendix to SOUTHEY'S translation of " The Chronicle of the Cid."

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YE who would have your features florid,
Lithe limbs, bright eyes, unwrinkled forehead,
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MAY the Babylonish curse
Straight confound my stammering verse,
If I can a passage see
In this word-perplexity,
Or a fit expression find,
Or a language to my mind
(Still the phrase is wide or scant),
To take leave of thee, great plant!
Or in any terms relate

Half my love, or half my hate;
For I hate, yet love, thee so,
That, whichever thing I show,
The plain truth will seem to be
A constrained hyperbole,
And the passion to proceed
More for a mistress than a weed.

Sooty retainer to the vine ! Bacchus's black servant, negro fine! Sorcerer that mak'st us dote upon Thy begrimed complexion, And, for thy pernicious sake, More and greater oaths to break Than reclaimed lovers take 'Gainst women! Thou thy siege dost lay Much, too, in the female way, While thou suck'st the laboring breath Faster than kisses, or than death.

Thou in such a cloud dost bind us That our worst foes cannot find us, And ill fortune, that would thwart us, Shoots at rovers, shooting at us;

While each man, through thy heightening steam,

Does like a smoking Etna seem; And all about us does express

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