With the life-blood of the slaughtered lords Upon the forehead of the bull the horns stand all slippery is the sand, close and near,

Yet proudly in the centre hath Gazul ta'en From out the broad and wrinkled skull like his stand; daggers they appear; And ladies look with heaving breast, and His neck is massy, like the trunk of some old lords with anxious eyeknotted tree,

But the lance is firmly in its rest, and his Whereon the monster's shagged mane, like look is calm and high. billows curled, ye see.

Three bulls against the knight are loosed, and His legs are short, his hams are thick, his

hoofs are black as night,

Like a strong flail he holds his tail in fierce-
ness of his might;

Like something molten out of iron, or hewn
from forth the rock,
Harpado of Xarama stands, to bide the Al-
cayde's shock.

XIII.

Now stops the drum-close, close they come --thrice meet, and thrice give back; The white foam of Harpado lies on the charger's breast of black

The white foam of the charger on Harpado's front of dun:

Once more advance upon his lance-once more, thou fearless one!

XIV.

Once more, once more-in dust and gore to ruin must thou reel;

In vain, in vain thou tearest the sand with furious heel

In vain, in vain, thou noble beast, I see, I see thee stagger;

Now keen and cold thy neck must hold the stern Alcayde's dagger!

XV.

They have slipped a noose around his feet; six horses are brought in,

And away they drag Harpado with a loud and joyful din.

Now stoop thee, lady, from thy stand, and the ring of price bestow

Upon Gazul of Algava, that hath laid Harpado low.

ANONYMOUS (Spanish). Translation of JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART.