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 knew
The 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!
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 knew
The 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!