A Manual of Spanish Art and LiteratureCowperthwait, 1866 - 180 pàgines |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 82 - David will I lay upon his shoulder ; so he shall open, and none shall shut ; and he shall shut, and none shall open.
Pàgina 39 - Mount, Juan, mount : whate'er betide, away the bridle fling, And plunge the rowels in his side. My horse shall save my king ! " Nay, never speak ; my sires, Lord King, received their land from yours, And joyfully their blood shall spring, so be it thine secures ; If I should fly, and thou, my King, be found among the dead, How could I stand 'mong gentlemen, such scorn on my gray head...
Pàgina 38 - Your horse is faint, my king, my lord ! your gallant horse is sick, — His limbs are torn, his breast is gored, on his eye the film is thick ; Mount...
Pàgina 15 - So in a little woman there's a taste of paradise. Even as the little ruby its secret worth betrays, Color, and price, and virtue, in the clearness of its rays — Just so a little woman much excellence displays, Beauty, and grace, and love, and fidelity always. The skylark and the nightingale, though small and light of wing, Yet warble sweeter in the grove than all the birds that sing : And so a little woman, though a very little thing, Is sweeter far than sugar, and flowers that bloom in spring.
Pàgina 92 - Where are they? Ask the shores of Barbary and its desert places. The exiled remnant of their once powerful empire disappeared among the barbarians of Africa, and ceased to be a nation.
Pàgina 16 - ... all of whom are forced to join his mortal dance, though each first makes some remonstrance, that indicates surprise, horror, or reluctance. The call to youth and beauty is spirited : — Bring to my dance, and bring without delay, Those damsels twain, you see so bright and fair ; They came, but came not in a willing way, To list my chants of mortal grief and care : Nor shall the flowers and roses fresh they wear, Nor rich attire, avail their forms to save. They strive in vain who strive against...
Pàgina 39 - ... Castile's proud dames shall never point the finger of disdain, And say there's ONE that ran away when our good lords were slain ! — I leave Diego in your care — you'll fill his father's place : Strike, strike the spur, and never spare — God's blessing on your grace ! ' So spake the brave Montanez, Butrago's lord was he ; And turned him to the coming host in steadfastness and glee ; He flung himself among them, as they came down the hill — He died, God wot ! but not before his sword had...
Pàgina 43 - From weary desire Of sleep, down a valley I strayed, where young Rosa I saw, the milk-maiden Of lone Finojosa. In a pleasant green meadow, 'Midst roses and grasses, Her herd she was tending, With other fair lasses ; So lovely her aspect, I could not suppose her A simple milk-maiden Of rude Finojosa. I think not primroses Have half her smile's sweetness, Or mild, modest beauty ; I speak with discreetness.
Pàgina 124 - WHO has not looked upon her brow Has never dreamed of perfect bliss : But once to see her is to know What beauty, what perfection, is. Her charms are of the growth of heaven, She decks the night with hues of day : Blest are the eyes to which Ч is given On her to gaze the soul away ! GEOFFROI RUDEL.
Pàgina 48 - Veil all in gloom ; Left desolate of real good, Within this cheerless solitude No pleasures bloom. Thy pilgrimage begins in tears, And ends in bitter doubts and fears, Or dark despair ; Midway so many toils appear, That he who lingers longest here Knows most of care.