Spain

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto the First[;] Childe Harold's Goodnight

• 270Oh, lovely Spain! renowned, romantic Land!
• 288Awake, ye Sons of Spain! awake! advance!
• 289Lo! Chivalry, your ancient Goddess, cries,
• 290But wields not, as of old, her thirsty lance,
• 291Nor shakes her crimson plumage in the skies:
• 292Now on the smoke of blazing bolts she flies,
• 294In every peal she calls--"Awake! arise!"
• 296When her war-song was heard on Andalusia's shore?
• 524Forgot the land, the sons, the maids of Spain;
• 525Her fate, to every freeborn bosom dear;