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.Climb up our foes, Over the wall, Deep bit the swords, Fiercely the cannon spout fire; Yet 'neath our blows, Downward they fall, Traitorous hordes, In torment and blood to expire.
3. CHAPTER II.They mount the ramparts, and they man the walls, Resolved to keep the climbing foe at bay, The hot-mouthed cannon hurl a thousand balls, A thousand swords flash forth to wound a...
4. CHAPTER III.Boot and saddle, away! away! We must be far e'er the breaking of day. The standard is down, The foe's in the town, Forbidding us longer to stay, to stay.
5. CHAPTER IV.Depart, incapable! You are no pilot to be at the helm when the ship is in danger; The vessel of state labours in the turmoil of troublous waters, Rocks this side, that side, she...
6. CHAPTER V.Painted braves came on the war-path, Numerous as the leaves in summer, Decked with feathers and with wampum, All their faces fierce and fearless, Streaked with colours like the...
7. CHAPTER VI.The red ray dies in the opal stone, The god hath spoken, Arrow and bow and spear be broken, Red of war is the fiery token, And lo! in the zone, It pales, and fades, and faints,...
8. CHAPTER VII."Juan," said Dolores, seriously, "I believe the opal brought us bad fortune. While it was in the city, Janjalla fell, Don Francisco died, and all went wrong. Now it is lost, the...
9. CHAPTER VIII.The squadrons move across the plain, Beneath a rain Of deadly missiles falling, falling. Oh, could we gain Those heights beyond, where guns are calling, Of deeds appalling, One...
10. CHAPTER IX.Mars, god of war, Whom we abhor, Hath doffed his helm, And laid his lance and shield aside. He will no more Lay waste our store, Nor overwhelm Our lands beneath his crimson tide.
11. CHAPTER X.This is a tropical forest, Where myriad leaves forming a roof overhead, keep out the effulgence of sunlight, So that beneath is the region of shadows and dimness; Yet in this sp...
12. CHAPTER XI.The spirit of fire, The sylph of the air, The gnome of the earth, The dangerous wave-dwelling fay; All madly desire, The opal-stone rare, Which at its birth, They gifted with ra...
13. CHAPTER XII.A cheer arose from the crowd at the sea-gate, the warships dipped their flags in salutation, the guns thundered from the forts, and _The Bohemian_ steamed slowly out of Tlatonac...