THE WORLD'S GREAT CLASSICS

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Página 133 - Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay the golden cushion down; Rise up, come to the window, and gaze with all the town.
Página 135 - The well is deep, far down they lie, beneath the cold blue water — To me did Muca give them, when he spake his sad farewell, And what to say when he comes back, alas! I cannot tell. "My ear-rings! my ear-rings! they were pearls in silver set, That when my Moor was far away, I ne'er should him forget, That I ne'er to other...
Página 130 - But firmly he extends his arm ; his look is calm and high. Three bulls against the knight are loosed, and two come roaring on; He rises high in stirrup, forth stretching his rejon; Each furious beast upon the breast he deals him such a blow, He blindly totters and gives back, across the sand to go. "Turn, Gazul, turn!
Página 135 - My earrings! my earrings! they were pearls in silver set, That when my Moor was far away, I ne'er should him forget; That I ne'er to other tongue should list, nor smile on other's tale. But remember he my lips had kissed, pure as those earrings pale: When he comes back, and hears that I have dropped them in the well — Oh, what will Muca think of me, I cannot, cannot tell.
Página 135 - I'll tell the truth to Muc.a, and I hope he will believe — That I thought of him at morning, and thought of him at eve ; That, musing on my lover, when down the sun was gone, His ear-rings in my hand I held, by the fountain all alone ; And that my mind was o'er the sea, when from my hand they fell, And that deep his love lies in my heart, as they lie in the well.
Página 136 - Three times they knock, three times they cry, — and wide the doors they throw ; Dejectedly they enter, and mournfully they go ; In gloomy lines they mustering stand beneath the hollow porch, Each horseman grasping in his hand a black and flaming torch ; Wet is each eye as they go by, and all around is wailing, — For all have heard the misery, —
Página 134 - Why rise ye not, Xarifa — nor lay your cushion down ? Why gaze ye not, Xarifa — with all the gazing town...
Página 137 - 'S3 The Moorish maid at the lattice stands, the Moor stands at his door, One maid is wringing of her hands, and one is weeping sore — Down to the dust men bow their heads, and ashes black they strew Upon their broidered garments of crimson, green, and blue — Before each gate the bier stands still, then bursts the loud bewailing, From door and lattice, high and low —
Página 131 - Once more advance upon his lance — once more, thou fearless one! Once more, once more; — in dust and gore to ruin must thou reel — In vain, in vain thou tearest the sand with furious heel — In vain, in vain, thou noble beast, I see, I see thee stagger, Now keen and cold thy neck must hold the stern alcayde's dagger ! They have slipped a noose around his feet, six horses are brought in, And away they drag Harpado with a loud and joyful din.
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