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Is it for this the Spanish maid, aroused,

Hangs on the willow her unstrung guitar,

And, all unsexed, the Anlace76 hath espoused, Sung the loud song, and dared the deed of war? And she, whom once the semblance of a scar Appalled, an owlet's 'larum chilled with dread,77 Now views the column-scattering bay'net jar,cr The falchion flash, and o'er the yet warm dead Stalks with Minerva's step where Mars might quake to tread.