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William Wordsworth
Complete Poetical Works

"HAIL, ZARAGOZA! IF WITH UNWET EYE"

HAIL, Zaragoza! If with unwet eye
We can approach, thy sorrow to behold,
Yet is the heart not pitiless nor cold;
Such spectacle demands not tear or sigh.
These desolate remains are trophies high
Of more than martial courage in the breast
Of peaceful civic virtue: they attest
Thy matchless worth to all posterity.
Blood flowed before thy sight without remorse;
Disease consumed thy vitals; War upheaved
The ground beneath thee with volcanic force:
Dread trials! yet encountered and sustained
Till not a wreck of help or hope remained,
And law was from necessity received.


NOTE

Title: 'Zaragoza.'

In this Sonnet I am under some obligations to one of an Italian
author, to which I cannot refer.