Poems (David)/The Alhambra

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THE ALHAMBRA.
OH! hail thou ancient time worn honour'd pile,With bright frescoed roof and gay Moorish tile;Once the abode of Boabdil the Great!—Mighty king! how fallen is thy state,Within thee dwellest a huddled crew;Those rich gaudious halls once only knewThe lively song, and soft silvery lute;And in the dust, alas! now they are mute.Alhambra! how glorious in thy fall,Noble thy defence—a monument to all!
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