Now rude tumultuous sounds assail her ear, And soon Alphonso's victor train appear: Then, as with ling'ring step he mov'd along, 95 She saw her father mid' the captive throng; She saw with dire dismay, she wildly flew, Her snowy arms around his form she threw: "He bleeds (she cries) I hear his moan of pain, "My father will not bear the galling chain; 100 "My tender father will his child forsake, "His mourning child, but soon her heart will break. "Cruel Alphonso, let not helpless age "Feel thy hard yoke, and meet thy barb'rous rage; "Or, oh, if ever mercy mov'd thy soul, 105 "If ever thou hast felt her blest controul, "Grant my sad heart's desire, and let me share "The load, that feeble frame but ill can bear." While the young victor, as she falt'ring spoke, With fix'd attention, and with ardent look, 110 Hung on her tender glance, that love inspires, The rage of conquest yields to milder fires. Yet, as he gaz'd enraptur'd on her form, Her virtues awe the heart her beauties warm; And, while impassion'd tones his love reveal, 115 He asks with holy rites his vows to seal-- "Hop'st thou, she cried, those sacred ties shall join "This bleeding heart, this trembling hand to thine? "To thine, whose ruthless heart has caus'd my pains, "Whose barb'rous hands the blood of Zamor stains! 120 "Can'st thou--the murd'rer of my peace, controul "The grief that swells, the pang that rends my soul? "That pang shall death, shall death alone remove, "And cure the anguish of despairing love."