American poetry -- 19th century
_Lara._ Why, all the town and court. The house was crowded; and the busy fans Among the gaily dressed and perfumed ladies Fluttered like butterflies among the flowers. There was the Countess of Medina Celi; The Goblin Lady with her Phantom Lover, Her Lindo Don Diego; Doña Sol,...
_Lara._ Why, all the town and court. The house was crowded; and the busy fans Among the gaily dressed and perfumed ladies Fluttered like butterflies among the flowers. There was...
2. SCENE II.—_A street in Madrid. Enter_ CHISPA, _followed by musicians,_Chis._ Abernuncio Satanas! and a plague on all lovers who ramble about at night, drinking the elements, instead of sleeping quietly in their beds. Every dead man to his cemeter...
3. SCENE III.—PRECIOSA’S _Chamber. She stands at the open window._Pre._ How slowly through the lilac-scented air Descends the tranquil moon! Like thistle-down The vapoury clouds float in the peaceful sky; And sweetly from yon hollow vaults of...
4. SCENE IV.—_An inn on the road to Alcalá._ BALTASAR _asleep on a bench._Chis._ Do not trouble yourself about him. We have stopped a moment to breathe our horses; and, if he chooses to walk up and down in the open air, looking into the sky as one wh...
5. SCENE V.—VICTORIAN’S _Chambers at Alcalá_. HYPOLITO _asleep in an_Hyp._ I must have been asleep! ay, sound asleep! And it was all a dream. O sleep, sweet sleep! Whatever form thou takest, thou art fair, Holding unto our lips thy goblet filled...
6. SCENE I.—PRECIOSA’S _Chamber. Morning._ PRECIOSA _and_ ANGELICA._Pre._ Why will you go so soon? Stay yet awhile. The poor too often turn away unheard From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in Heaven. Pray, tell me...
7. SCENE II.—_A room in the Archbishop’s palace. The_ ARCHBISHOP _and a_Arch._ Knowing how near it touched the public morals, And that our age is grown corrupt and rotten By such excesses, we have sent to Rome, Beseeching that his Holiness would ai...
8. SCENE III.—_The Prado. A long avenue of trees leading to the gate of_Hyp._ Indifferent well; that is to say, not well. A damsel has ensnared him with the glances Of her dark, roving eyes, as herdsmen catch A steer of Andalusia with a lazo. He is...
9. SCENE IV.—PRECIOSA’S _Chamber. She is sitting, with a book in her hand,All are sleeping, weary heart! Thou, thou only sleepless art! All this throbbing, all this aching, Evermore shall keep thee waking, For a heart in sorrow breaking Thinketh ever...
10. SCENE V.—_The_ COUNT OF LARA’S _rooms. Enter the_ COUNT._Lara._ There’s nothing in this world so sweet as love, And next to love the sweetest thing is hate! I’ve learned to hate, and therefore am revenged. A silly girl to play the pr...
11. SCENE VI.—_A retired spot beyond the city gates. Enter_ VICTORIAN _and_Vict._ O shame! O shame! Why do I walk abroad By daylight, when the very sunshine mocks me, And voices, and familiar sights and sounds, Cry, “Hide thyself!” O what a thin parti...
12. SCENE VII.—_A lane in the suburbs. Night. Enter_ CRUZADO _and_Bart._ There was no one to rob, save a party of students from Segovia, who looked as if they would rob us; and a jolly little friar, who had nothing in his pockets but a missal...
13. SCENE VIII.—_The Theatre. The orchestra plays the cachucha. Sound ofcastanets behind the scenes. The curtain rises, and discovers_ PRECIOSA _in the attitude of commencing the dance. The cachucha. Tumult; hisses; cries of “Brava!” and “Afuera!” S...
14. SCENE IX.—_The_ COUNT OF LARA’S _chambers_. LARA _and his friends at_Juan._ Did you mark, Don Luis, How pale she looked, when first the noise began, And then stood still, with her large eyes dilated! Her nostrils spread! her lips apart! her boso...
15. SCENE X.—_Street and garden wall. Night. Enter_ CRUZADO _and_ BARTOLOMÉ._Cruz._ This is the garden wall, and above it, yonder, is her house. The window in which thou seest the light is her window. But we will not go in now.
16. SCENE XI.—PRECIOSA’S _Bed-chamber. Midnight. She is sleeping in an_Pre._ Go tell them that I cannot dance to-night; I am too ill! Look at me! See the fever That burns upon my cheek! I must go hence, I am too weak to dance.
17. SCENE I.—_A cross-road through a wood. In the background a distantAh, Love! Perjured, false, treacherous Love! Enemy Of all that mankind may not rue! Most untrue To him who keeps most faith with thee. Woe is me! The falcon has the eyes of the...
18. SCENE II.—_Public square in the village of Guadarrama. The Ave Mariastill tolling. A crowd of villagers, with their hats in their hands, as if in prayer. In front, a group of Gipsies. The bell rings a merrier peal. A Gipsy dance. Enter_ PANCHO,...
19. SCENE III.—_A room in the_ PADRE CURA’S _house. Enter the_ PADRE _and_Hyp._ Why, they were the same. Let me embrace you! O some lucky star Has brought me hither! Yet once more!—once more! Your name is ever green in Alcalá, And our professor, when...
20. SCENE IV.—_A post-house on the road to Segovia, not far from the_Chis._ Halloo! Don Fulano! Let us have horses, and quickly. Alas, poor Chispa! what a dog’s life dost thou lead! I thought, when I left my old master Victorian, the student, to...
21. SCENE V.—_The Gipsy camp in the forest. Night. Gipsies working at aOn the top of a mountain I stand, With a crown of red gold in my hand, Wild Moors come trooping over the lea, O how from their fury shall I flee, flee, flee? O how from their fu...
22. SCENE VI.—_A pass in the Guadarrama mountains. Early morning. AWorn with speed is my good steed, And I march me, hurried, worried; Onward, caballito mio, With the white star in thy forehead! Onward, for here comes the Ronda, And I hear thei...
23. CANTO XXIII.Even as a bird, ’mid the belovèd leaves, Quiet upon the nest of her sweet brood Throughout the night, that hideth all things from us, Who, that she may behold their longed-for l...
24. CANTO XXIV.“O company elect to the Great Supper Of the Lamb glorified, who feedeth you, So that for ever full is your desire, If by the grace of God this man foretastes Of whatsover fallet...
25. CANTO XXV.If it e’er happen that the Poem Sacred,[96] To which both heaven and earth have set their hand Till it hath made me meagre many a year, O’ercome the cruelty that bars me out Fro...
26. Canto xxiv. 42.Taddeo Gaddi built me. I am old; Five centuries old. I plant my foot of stone Upon the Arno, as St. Michael’s own Was planted on the dragon. Fold by fold Beneath me, as it strug...
27. Part ii. p. 72.The reader will find a long description of the Pictured Rocks in Foster and Whitney’s _Report on the Geology of the Lake Superior Land District_, Part ii. p. 124. From this I ma...