Ancient Spanish Ballads: Historical and Romantic

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Charles Card Smith
Whittemore, Niles, and Hall, 1856 - Ballads and songs, Spanish - 151 pages
 

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Page 95 - THERE was crying in Granada when the sun was going down ; Some calling on the Trinity, some calling on Mahoun. Here passed away the Koran there in the Cross was borne, — And here was heard the Christian bell, and there the Moorish horn...
Page 107 - My ear-rings! my ear-rings! he'll say they should have been, Not of pearl and of silver, but of gold and glittering sheen, Of jasper and of onyx, and of diamond shining clear, Changing to the changing light, with radiance insincere — That changeful mind unchanging gems are not befitting well — Thus will he think — and what to say, alas!
Page 37 - A curse upon thee," cries the King, "who com'st unbid to me; But what from traitor's blood should spring, save traitors like to thee ? His sire, Lords, had a traitor's heart ; perchance our Champion brave May think it were a pious part to share Don Sancho's grave." " Whoever told this tale the King hath rashness to repeat," Cries Bernard, "Here my gage I fling before THE LIAR'S fact!
Page 95 - Farewell, farewell, Granada! thou city without peer! Woe, woe, thou pride of Heathendom! seven hundred years and more Have gone since first the faithful thy royal sceptre bore!
Page 127 - And if thou wilt, I with thy vow will to the King repair." The jailer put his mantle on, and came unto the King, — He found him sitting on the throne, within his listed ring; Close to his ear he planted him, and the story did begin, How bold Guarinos vaunted him, the spearman's prize to win.
Page 84 - Harmless pastime, sport fraternal, Blends not thus their limbs in strife ; Either aims, with rage infernal, Naked dagger, sharpened knife. •' Close Don Henry grapples Pedro, Pedro holds Don Henry strait. Breathing, this, triumphant fury, That, despair and mortal hate.
Page 28 - Rodrigo were scattered in dismay, When lost was the eighth battle, nor heart nor hope had they ; He, when he saw that field was lost, and all his hope was flown, He turned him from his flying host, and took his way alone.
Page 108 - A tower is fallen, a star is set. Alas ! alas for Celin ! " Three times they knock, three times they cry, and wide the doors they throw ; Dejectedly they enter, and mournfully they go; In gloomy lines they mustering stand beneath the hollow porch, Each horseman grasping in his hand a black and flaming torch ; Wet is each eye as they go by, and all around is wailing, For all have heard the misery.
Page 28 - Last night I was the King of Spain — to-day no king am I ; Last night fair castles held my train — to-night where shall I lie? Last night a hundred pages did serve me on the knee — To-night not one I call my own — not one pertains to me.
Page 109 - Twas at the solemn jousTing, — around the nobles stood; The nobles of the land were by, and ladies bright and fair Looked from their latticed windows, the haughty sight to share: But now the nobles all lament, — the ladies are bewailing.— For he was Granada's darling knight, — "Alas! alas for Celin!

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