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MOORISH BULL-FIGHT. 
X. 
Dark is his hide on either side, but the blood within doth 
boil, 
And the dun hide glows, as if on fire, as he paws to the tur- 
moil. 
His eyes are jet, and they are set in crystal rings of snow; 
But now they stare with one red glare of brass upon the foe. 
XL 
Upon the forehead of the bull the horns stand close and 
near, 
From out the broad and wrinkled skull, like daggers they 
appear ; 
His neck is massy, like the trunk of some old knotted tree. 
Whereon the monster’s sliagged mane, like billows curl’d, 
yc see. 
XII. 
His le^ are short, his hams are thick, his hoofs are black 
as night, 
Like a strong flail he holds his tail in fierceness of his might ; 
Like something molten out of iron, or hewn from forth the 
rock, 
Harpado of Xarama stands, to abide the Alcayde’s shock. 
XIIL 
Xow stops the drum — close, close they come thrice meet, 
and thrice give back ; 
The wliite foam of Harpado lies on the charger’s breast of 
black..- 
The white foam of the charger on Harpado ’s front of dun — 
Once more advance upon his lance— once more, thou fearless 
one ! 
XIV. 
Once more, once more; — in dust and gore to ruin must thou 
reel— 
In vain, in vain thou tearest tlie sand with furious heel— 
In vain, in vain, thou noble beast, I see, I see thee stagger. 
Now keen and cold thy neck must hold the stern Alcayd^'s 
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