The King of Arragon

One day, the King of Arragon, from the old citadel,
Look'd down upon the sea of Spain, as the billows rose and fell;
He look'd on ship and galley, some coming and some going,
With all their prize of merchandize, and all their streamers flowing.

Some to Castille were sailing, and some to Barbary—
And then he look'd on Naples, that great city of the sea:
"O city!" saith the King, "how great hath been thy cost,
For thee I twenty years, my fairest years, have lost!

"By thee I have lost a brother;—never Hector was more brave;
High cavaliers have dropp'd their tears upon my brother's grave:—
Much treasure hast thou cost me, and a little boy beside,
(Alas! thou woeful city!) for whom I would have died,."—