And they who plann'd his fall Have doubled all my love for him :- All,-all would I forgive him now; And had I been obey'd, He were a prisoner-not a corpse! Who will console thee?-let thy heart O fili mi, fili mi, Silva de Romances. THE CHRISTIAN CAPTIVE. "Anda Christiano cautivo." Alabez. CHRISTIAN Captive, tell us here, Tell us here your name,-nor bow Helpless under fortune's blow: Christian, thou hast nought to fear; True, thou art our prisoner, Yet thy rescue light shall be, Thou wilt answer boldly here. Quiñonero. Quiñonero is my name, Lorca is my birth-place-I Have inherited a fame Which in me shall never die ; I am reckless, careless still, Quiñonero waits your will. Alabez. Trumpets in the distance sound, Tell us then what bands are these, Where the prophet's troops are spread? Quiñonero. Yonder splendent penion red, Where six golden crowns appear,- Oft it has to triumph led. Next there comes a king renown'd, As thy bands too oft have found. Go! prepare thee for the fray Lo! their squadrons hasten nigh Gather up thy spoils for I May thy rescue fix to-day. Alabez. Let them come-they seek their fate, They should burst the Rambla's wall, Echoes "victory!—victory!" Guerras Civiles de Granada. ROMANCE. "Yo me levantara, madre.' MOTHER! I woke at early morn, Saw a lone, silent maiden stray: Alone she had wash'd, and strain'd, and spread Her garments on the rose-tree grove; "Where shall I And while they dried, the maiden said, go to seek my love? Where shall I go?-O tell me where?" And the tide it sunk, and the tide it swell'd; For thus her song flow'd sweetly there And a comb of gold in her hand she held, Tell me if thou have seen my love- Cancionero de Amberes, 1554, III. 75. L |