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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396218" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Siege and Conquest of Alhama</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Moorish King rides up and down,<br>Through Granada's royal town;<br>From Elvira's gate to those<br>Of Bivarambla on he goes.<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Letters to the monarch tell <br>How Alhama's city fell: <br>In the fire the scroll he threw, <br>And the messenger he slew.<br>  Woe is me, Albamal</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He quits his mule, and mounts his horse, <br>And through the street directs his course; <br>Through the street of Zacatin <br>To the Alhambra spurring in.<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the Alhambra walls he gain'd, <br>On the moment he ordain'd<br>That the trumpet straight should sound <br>With the silver clarion round.<br>  Woe is me, Alhamal</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the hollow drums of war <br>Beat the loud alarm afar, <br>That the Moors of town and plain <br>Might answer to the martial strain.<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the Moors, by this aware, <br>That bloody Mars recall'd them there, <br>One by one, and two by two, <br>To a mighty squadron grew.<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out then spake an aged Moor <br>In these words the king before, <br>'Wherefore call on us, oh King? <br>What may mean this gathering?'<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Friends! ye have, alas! to know <br>Of a most disastrous blow; <br>That the Christians, stern and bold, <br>Have obtain'd Alhama's hold.'<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out then spake old Alfaqui, <br>With his beard so white to see, <br>'Good King! thou art justly served, <br>Good King! this thou hast deserved.<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'By thee were slain, in evil hour, <br>The Abencerrage, Granada's flower; <br>And strangers were received by thee <br>Of Cordova the Chivalry.<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And for this, oh King! is sent <br>On thee a double chastisement: <br>Thee and thine, thy crown and realm, <br>One last wreck shall overwhelm.<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He who holds no laws in awe, <br>He must perish by the law; <br>And Granada must be won, <br>And thyself with her undone.'<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fire crashed from out the old Moor's eyes, <br>The Monarch's wrath began to rise, <br>Because he answer'd, and because <br>He spake exceeding well of laws.<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There is no law to say such things <br>As may disgust the ear of kings:<br>'Thus, snorting with his choler, said <br>The Moorish King, and doom'd him dead.<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moor Alfaqui! Moor Alfaqui! <br>Though thy beard so hoary be, <br>The King hath sent to have thee seized, <br>For Alhama's loss displeased.<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And to fix thy head upon <br>High Alhambra's loftiest stone; <br>That thus for thee should be the law, <br>And others tremble when they saw.<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Cavalier, and man of worth! <br>Let these words of mine go forth! <br>Let the Moorish Monarch know,<br>That to him I nothing owe.<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But on my soul Alhama weighs, <br>And on my inmost spirit preys;<br>And if the King his land hath lost, <br>Yet others may have lost the most.<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sires have lost their children, wives <br>Their lords, and valiant men their lives! <br>One what best his love might claim <br>Hath lost, another wealth, or fame.<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I lost a damsel in that hour, <br>Of all the land the loveliest flower; <br>Doubloons a hundred I would pay, <br>And think her ransom cheap that day.'<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as these things the old Moor said, <br>They sever'd from the trunk his head; <br>And to the Alhambra's wall with speed <br>'Twas carried, as the King decreed.<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And men and infants therein weep <br>Their loss, so heavy and so deep; <br>Granada's ladies, all she rears <br>Within her walls, burst into tears.<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And from the windows o'er the walls <br>The sable web of mourning falls; <br>The King weeps as a woman o'er <br>His loss, for it is much and sore.<br>  Woe is me, Alhama!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q>
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Through Granada's royal town;
From Elvira's gate to those
Of Bivarambla on he goes.
  Woe is me, Alhama!

Letters to the monarch tell 
How Alhama's city fell: 
In the fire the scroll he threw, 
And the messenger..."></div>
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