Category: Romance
Once a realm of Indian glory, Famed in Aztec song and story, Fabled by Tradition hoary As an earthly Paradise; Now a land of love romances, Serenades, bolero dances, Looks of scorn, adoring glances, Under burning tropic skies.
Once a realm of Indian glory, Famed in Aztec song and story, Fabled by Tradition hoary As an earthly Paradise; Now a land of love romances, Serenades, bolero dances, Looks of sc...
2. CHAPTER I.Long years have passed since last we met, And left their marks of teen and fret; No longer faces plump and smooth, Proclaim the halcyon days of youth. But haggard looks and tres...
3. CHAPTER II.Spirits dwelling in the zone Of the changeful devil stone, Pray ye say what destiny Is prepared by Fate for me. Doth the doubtful future hold Poverty or mickle gold, Fortune's s...
4. CHAPTER III.Come, lads, and send the capstan round, Oh, Rio! Rio! Our good old barkey's outward bound, Oh, Rio! Rio! So, shipmates, all look sharp and spry, To Poll and Nancy say good-bye,...
5. CHAPTER IV.Spread sails, out oars, the galley's beak Points westward where the sunset dies. The fabled land of gold we seek, Which glows beneath the tropic skies,-- A jewelled land of Para...
6. CHAPTER V.Why, look you, Señor, thus the matter stands: When one is in a country dangerous, And night is round him everywhere--'tis wise To venture nothing till the morning's light, Lest,...
7. CHAPTER VI.This is a country of magic; for, lo! in the heat of the noontide, Silent and lone is the city, no footfall is heard in the highways, Only the grasshopper shrilling, the tinkle o...
8. CHAPTER VII.Your eyes Are dark as midnight skies, And bright as midnight stars, Their glance Is full of love's romance, When no hate loving mars. Oh let those eyes look down on me, Oh let t...
9. CHAPTER VIII.Padre Ignatius always said that his flock were true and devout Catholics, who believed in what they ought to believe. Strictly speaking, the flock of Padre Ignatius was limited...
10. CHAPTER IX.Ta ra ra! Ta ra ra! The trumpets are blowing, And thrice hath their brazen notes pealed. To battle! to battle the soldiers are going, To conquer or die on the field. On, soldier...
11. CHAPTER X.Oh, gentle soul, too kind for this rude earth, What virtues doth thy being comprehend; Thou shouldst have lived in times of peaceful mirth, When war was not, and man ne'er lacke...
12. CHAPTER XI.Many things happen! They are the daily events of our lives, we note them with idle indifference. The lover kisses his dear one, she sighs on his throbbing bosom, He springs on h...
13. CHAPTER XII.Shepherds kind! my love hath left me, Therefore am I filled with woe; Of my heart hath she bereft me; Thievish nymph! why didst thou so? Ah, well-a-day! True love is a jewel! Wh...