was his disguise. 
  As they had been as soft as wax, he pierced the targets through
  With javelins of the hollow cane that in the vega grew;
  Not one could stand before the Moor; the tilters turned and fled,
  For by his exploits was revealed the warrior’s name of dread. 
  The lists were in confusion, but calm was on his brow,
  As, lifting up his eyes to heaven, he breathed a desperate vow;
  “Would God the malediction of Celinda had come true! 
  And the spears of my assailant had pierced my bosom through! 
  And that the dames who pitied me had cursed me where I stand! 
  And bravely falling I became a hero of the land! 
  That never succor came to me, for that were rapture high
  To her the angry lioness who prays that I may die!”
  He spoke, he spurred his courser fleet, and started for the plain,
  And swore within Celinda’s sight he’d ne’er return again.

THE BULL-FIGHT

  The zambra was but ended, and now Granada’s King
  Abdeli called his court to sit on Vivarrambla’s ring;
  Of noble line the bride and groom whose nuptials bade prepare,
  The struggle between valiant knights and bulls within the square. 
  And, when on the arena the mighty bull was freed,
  Straight to the deadly conflict one warrior spurred his steed;
  His mantle was of emerald of texture damascene,
  And hope was in his folded hood as in his mantle green;
  Six squires went with him to the ring beside their lord to stand;
  Their livery was brilliant green, so did their lord command. 
  Hope was the augury of his love; hope’s livery he wore;
  Yet at his side each squire of his a trenchant rapier bore. 
  Each rapier true was black in hue and sheathed in silver ore;
  At once the people knew the knight from his audacious mien—­
  Gazul the brave was recognized as soon as he was seen! 
  With graceful dignity he took his station on the sand,
  And like a second Mars he seized his rapier in his hand;
  With courage strong he eyed the bull, who pawed the ground till high
  The dust of the arena was mingled with the sky. 
  All at the sight were terrified, and now with deadly speed,
  His horns as keen as points of steel, he rushes at the steed. 
  The brave Gazul was on the watch, to ward the threatened blow,
  And save his steed, and with one stroke to lay the assailant low. 
  The valiant bull, with lowered head advancing to the strife,
  Felt from skilled hand the tempered brand pierce to his very life. 
  Deep wounded to the gory ground, where he had stoutly stood,
  The horned warrior sank at last, bathed in his own heart’s blood. 
  Still, on his ruddy couch he lay, his courage quenched at last. 
  At this exploit the plaudits of the assembly filled the blast;
  They hailed the knight whose bravery and skill had done the deed,
  And slain the hero of the ring, and saved his goodly steed,
  And done such pleasure to the King, and to Celinda fair,
  To the Queen of Spain and all her train who sat assembled there.