Childe Harold's Pilgrimage

   Ye, who would more of Spain and Spaniards know,
   Go, read whate’er is writ of bloodiest strife: 
   Whate’er keen Vengeance urged on foreign foe
   Can act, is acting there against man’s life: 
   From flashing scimitar to secret knife,
   War mouldeth there each weapon to his need —
   So may he guard the sister and the wife,
   So may he make each curst oppressor bleed,
So may such foes deserve the most remorseless deed!