Ancient Spanish Ballads: Historical and RomanticCharles Card Smith Wiley and Putnam, 1842 - 272 Seiten |
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Alfonso Alphonso Alvar ancient arms Arragon Babieca ballads battle Bernardo Bernardo del Carpio Bivar Blanche of Bourbon blood brother Burgos called Cancionero Cardeña Castile Castilian charger Charlemagne chivalry Christian Chronicle Cid's command Count cried curse daughters death deeds Diaz Diego Lainez Don Pedro Don Quixote Doña doth eyes fair father gallant Garci gaze Gonzalez Granada hand hath head hear heard heart Henry Henry of Trastamara hero honor horse J. G. LOCKHART King king's kiss knight lady language Lara look lord Maria de Padilla Mariana Moorish Moors ne'er never noble o'er poems POETICAL poetry pray proud Queen Blanche quoth ride rode Rodrigo Romancero romances royal sire slain song sore soul Spain spake Spaniards Spanish ballads spear sword tears thee thine thou Tizona took traitor translation unto Valencia valor vassal vengeance weeping words Ximena Zamora
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Seite 34 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Seite 145 - 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 ! I cannot tell.
Seite 65 - 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...
Seite 173 - Come forth, come forth, my maidens, 'tis the day of good St. John, It is the Baptist's morning that breaks the hills upon ; And let us all go forth together, while the blessed day is new, To dress with flowers the snow-white wether, ere the sun has dried the dew.
Seite 60 - Our breasts are not so timorous, nor are our arms so weak, Nor are our veins so bloodless, that we our vow should break, To sell our freedom for the fear of Prince or Paladin,— At least we'll sell our birthright dear, no bloodless prize they'll win.
Seite 140 - Now stops the drum — close, close they come — thrice meet, and thrice give back ; The white foam of Harpado lies on the charger's breast of black— The white foam of the charger on Harpado's front of dun — Once more advance upon his lance — once more, thou fearless one!
Seite 125 - Stand, noble steed ! this hour of need — be gentle as a lamb : I 'll kiss the foam from off thy mouth — thy master dear I am ! 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...
Seite 66 - You swore upon your kingly faith to set Don Sancho free, But, curse upon your paltering breath ! the light he ne'er did see ; He died in dungeon cold and dim, by Alphonso's base decree, And visage blind and stiffen'd limb were all they gave to me.
Seite 66 - The king that swerveth from his word hath stained his purple black ; No Spanish lord will draw the sword behind a liar's back. But noble vengeance shall be mine, an open hate I'll show — The king hath injured Carpio's line, and Bernard is his foe.
Seite 105 - Where'er he goes, much alms he throws, to feeble folk and poor; Beside the way for him they pray, him blessings to procure ; For, God and Mary Mother, their heavenly grace to win, His hand was ever bountiful : great was his joy therein. And there, in middle of the path, a leper did appear; In a deep slough the leper lay, none would to help come near. With a loud voice he thence did cry, " For God our Saviour's sake, From out this fearful jeopardy a Christian brother take.