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  1. The Vision of Don Roderick is a poem in Spenserian stanzas by Sir Walter Scott, published in 1811. It celebrated the recent victories of the Duke of Wellington during the Peninsular War, and proceeds of its sale were to raise funds for Portugal.

    • Walter Scott
    • 1811
  2. The Vision of Don Roderick. The Vision of Don Roderick. by Walter Scott. I. Rearing their crests amid the cloudless skies, And darkly clustering in the pale moonlight, Toledo’s holy towers and spires arise, As from a trembling lake of silver white. Their mingled shadows intercept the sight.

  3. 19 de dez. de 2011 · Synopsis. Scott derived his poem's scheme from an episode in the Spanish historian Ginés Pérez de Hita's Guerras civiles de Granada (1595-1609), in which Don Roderick, the last Gothic King of Spain, is portrayed descending into an enchanted cave to learn the outcome of the Moorish invasion.

  4. 22 de jun. de 2008 · The Vision of Don Roderick: A Poem : Walter Scott : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive. by. Walter Scott. Publication date. 1811. Publisher. Ezra Sargeant. Collection. europeanlibraries. Book from the collections of. Oxford University. Language. English.

  5. Published to celebrate British victories during the Peninsular War and to raise funds for Portugal, The Vision of Don Roderick is a historic poem based on a story by the sixteenth-century Spanish poet Ginés Pérez de Hita. The story recounts a legend in which the eighth-century Visigothic king, Roderic, encountered an oracle.

  6. THE VISION OF DON RODERICK. I. Hearing their crests amid the cloudless skies, And darkly clustering in the pale moonlight, Toledo's holy towers and spires arise, As from a trembling lake of silver white; Their mingled shadows intercept the sight Of the broad burial-ground outstretched below, And nought disturbs the silence of the night; All ...

  7. The Vision of Don Roderick by Walter Scott VI. Full on the Prelate's face, and silver hair, The stream of failing light was feebly rolled: But Roderick's visage, though his head was bare, Was shadowed by his hand and mantle's fold.