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... POEM OF THE CID , POEM OF ALEXANDER THE GREAT , 44 GONZALO DE BERCEO AND HIS WRITINGS , 49 ALPHONSO X. OF CASTILE EL SABIO , ' 52 EARLIEST ROMANCES , 57 GEOFFREY - A ROMANCE , 59 SECOND PERIOD , 76 ALPHONSO XI . Of Castile , DON JUAN ...
... POEM OF THE CID , POEM OF ALEXANDER THE GREAT , 44 GONZALO DE BERCEO AND HIS WRITINGS , 49 ALPHONSO X. OF CASTILE EL SABIO , ' 52 EARLIEST ROMANCES , 57 GEOFFREY - A ROMANCE , 59 SECOND PERIOD , 76 ALPHONSO XI . Of Castile , DON JUAN ...
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... poems and romances of which it was the vehicle , while yet in a rude and ungrammatical state . The second displays ... poets manifest an acquaintance with the rules of grammar and versification . this era too , the Oriental spirit ...
... poems and romances of which it was the vehicle , while yet in a rude and ungrammatical state . The second displays ... poets manifest an acquaintance with the rules of grammar and versification . this era too , the Oriental spirit ...
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... obtained the most rapid and extensive ascendancy . In no other had the imperial city so many flourishing colonies , and in none could the classic language boast of a larger number of renowned poets * and eloquent FIRST PERIOD . 11.
... obtained the most rapid and extensive ascendancy . In no other had the imperial city so many flourishing colonies , and in none could the classic language boast of a larger number of renowned poets * and eloquent FIRST PERIOD . 11.
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Alexander Frederic Foster. of a larger number of renowned poets * and eloquent orators . The Spanish vernacular is said to have consisted of many diffe- rent dialects , and to have possessed no general , fixed , or national idiom to ...
Alexander Frederic Foster. of a larger number of renowned poets * and eloquent orators . The Spanish vernacular is said to have consisted of many diffe- rent dialects , and to have possessed no general , fixed , or national idiom to ...
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... poets than all others put together . Their verses , with scarcely an exception , are lyric or didactic . They have been inexhaustible in amatory poems ; in elegies upon their heroes , in moral verses , amongst which fables may be ...
... poets than all others put together . Their verses , with scarcely an exception , are lyric or didactic . They have been inexhaustible in amatory poems ; in elegies upon their heroes , in moral verses , amongst which fables may be ...
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Page 324 - He spoke, and deep a lengthened sigh he drew, A doleful sound, and vanished from the view : The frightened billows gave a rolling swell, And distant far prolonged the dismal yell ; Faint and more faint the howling echoes die, And the black cloud dispersing leaves the sky. High to the angel host, whose guardian care Had ever round us...
Page 105 - THE hosts of Don 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 106 - 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 mine own: — not one pertains to me.
Page 318 - Twas thou, O love, whose dreaded shafts control The hind's rude heart, and tear the hero's soul ; Thou ruthless power, with bloodshed never cloyed, 'Twas thou thy lovely votary destroyed. Thy thirst still burning for a deeper woe, In vain to thee the tears of beauty flow.
Page 42 - Six lances' length on either side an open space is laid; They share the field between them, the sunshine and the shade. Their office is performed, and from the middle space The heralds are withdrawn, and leave them face to face.
Page 320 - O that thy heart were, as thy looks declare, Of human mould, superfluous were my prayer ! Thou couldst not, then, a helpless damsel slay, Whose sole offence in fond affection lay, In faith to him who first his love confessed, Who first to love allured her virgin breast.
Page 200 - What could we do, where should we go, How should we wander in night and woe, But for woman to lead us ! How could we love, if woman were not : Love, — the brightest part of our lot ; Love, — the only charm of living ; Love, — the only gift worth giving ? — Who would take charge of your house, — say who, — Kitchen, and dairy, and money-chest, — Who but the women, who guard them best, — Guard, and adorn them too ! Who like them has a constant smile, Full of peace, of meekness full,...
Page 195 - See, in his orbit sure, Each takes his journey bright, Led by an unseen hand through the vast maze of night ! See how the pale moon rolls Her silver wheel ; and scattering beams afar On earth's benighted souls, See Wisdom's holy star ; Or, in his fiery course, the sanguine orb of War ; Or that benignant ray Which Love hath called its own, and made so fair ; Or that serene display Of power supernal there, Where Jupiter conducts his chariot through the air...
Page 321 - O'er that dire banquet, where the sire's repast The son's torn limbs supplied? Yet you, ye vales, Ye distant forests, and ye flowery dales, When, pale and sinking to the dreadful fall, You heard her quivering lips on Pedro call; Your faithful echoes caught the parting sound, And "Pedro! Pedro!
Page 195 - Midst all those fires above, In glories and delights which never wane nor move. Oh wondrous blessedness, Whose shadowy effluence hope o'er time can fling! Day that shall never cease,— No night there threatening, No winter there to chill joy's ever-during spring. Ye fields of changeless green, Covered with living streams and fadeless flowers, Thou paradise serene! Eternal, joyful hours My disembodied soul shall welcome in thy bowers.