Augustna, the Maid of Saragossa 
 
Sir David Wiltie, Artist             W. Greatbach, Engraver 
 
 
 
T E who shall marvel when you hear her tale, 
        Oh! had you known her softer hours! 
 
Scarce would you dream that Saragota' s lower 
Beheld her smile in danger's Gorgon face, 
Thin the closed ranks and lead in glory's fearful chase. 
Her lover sinks-she sheds no ill-timed tear: 
Her chief is slain-she fills his fatal post; 
Her fellows flee-she checks their base career; 
The foe retires,-she heads the sallying host. 
                                Byron's "Childe Harold."