On yon long level plain, at distance crowned[73]

With crags, whereon those Moorish turrets rest,

Wide-scattered hoof-marks dint the wounded ground;

And, scathed by fire, the greensward's darkened vest

Tells that the foe was Andalusia's guest:

Here was the camp, the watch-flame, and the host,

Here the bold peasant stormed the Dragon's nest;

Still does he mark it with triumphant boast,

And points to yonder cliffs, which oft were won and lost.