mself that tear his bosom steeps,
"For his lost child it flows, for me he weeps!
"No more the dagger's point shall pierce thy breast,
"For calm and lovely is thy silent rest;
"Yet still in dust these eyes shall see thee roll, 105
"Still the sad thought shall waste Alzira's soul--
"What bleeding phantom moves along the storm?
"It is--it is my lover's well-known form!
"Tho' the dim moon is veil'd, his robes of light
"Tinge the dark clouds, and gild the mist of night: 110
"Approach! Alzira's breast no terrors move,
"Her fears are all for ever lost in love!
"Safe on the hanging cliff I now can rest,
"And press its pointed pillow to my breast--
"He weeps! in heav'n he weeps! I feel his tear-- 115
"It chills my trembling heart, yet still 'tis dear--
"To him all joyless are the realms above,
"That pale look speaks of pity, and of love!
"My love ascends! he soars in azure light;
"Stay tender spirit--cruel! stay thy flight-- 120
"Again descend in yonder rolling cloud,
"And veil Alzira in thy misty shroud--
"He comes! my love has plac'd the dagger near,
"And on its hallow'd point has dropp'd a tear"--
As roll'd her wand'ring glances wide around 125
She snatch'd a reeking sabre from the ground;
Firmly her lifted hand the weapon press'd,
And deep she plung'd it in her panting breast:
"'Tis but a few short moments that divide
"Alzira from her love!"--she said--and died. 130

[A] "Sudden, while frantic zeal, &c." PIZARRO, who during a long
conference, had with difficulty restrained his soldiers, eager to
seize the rich spoils of which they had now so near a view,
immediately gave the signal of assault. At once the martial music
struck up, the cannon and muskets began to fire, the horse sallied
out fiercely to the charge, the infantry rushed on sword in hand.
The Peruvians, astonished at the suddenness of an attack which they
did not expect, and dismayed with the destructive effects of the
fire-arms, fled with universal consternation on every side. PIZARRO,
at the head of his chosen band, advanced directly towards the Inca;
and though his Nobles crowded around him with officious zeal, and
fell in numbers at his feet, while they vied one with another in
sacrificing their own lives, that they might cover the sacred person
of their Sovereign, the Spaniard