Best Boabdil Poems
El Ultimo Suspiro Del MoroThe last sigh of the Moor, King Boabdil,
As he flees the triumphant Ferdinand,
Echoes round slopes of a mist-shrouded hill.
He looks back for the last time at the land
That he once ruled. `Weep as a woman will,’
His mother jeers behind her jewelled hand,
`For what you would...
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Categories:
boabdil, history, how i feel,
Form:
Ottava rima