'Five bloody suns with headlong rage Thy shatter'd arms, thy banners torn, While Spain's proud neck beneath the victor's heel shall bend.' RUSSELL. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. FROM THE SPANISH OF LOPE DE VEGA. LET no one say that there is need Of time for love to grow; Ah no! the love that kills indeed The spark which but by slow degrees Is habit, friendship, what you please; For love to be completely true, To write, to sigh, and to converse, "Tis to put passion out to nurse, And send one's heart to school. Love all at once should from the earth If not an Adam at his birth, He is no love at all. LORD HOLLAND. ZARA'S EARRINGS. FROM THE SPANISH. My earrings! my earrings! they've dropp'd into the well, And what to say to Muça, I cannot, cannot tell'Twas thus Granada's fountain by, spoke Albuharez' daughter, [blue water The well is deep, far down they lie beneath the cold To me did Muça give them, when he spake his -sad farewell, [cannot tell. And what to say when he comes back, alas! I My earrings! my earrings! they were pearls in silver set, [him forget; That when my Moor was far away I ne'er should That I ne'er to other tongue should list, nor smile on other's tale; [earrings pale— But remember he my lips had kiss'd, pure as those When he comes back and hears that I have dropp'd them in the well [tell. Oh, what will Muça think of me, I cannot, cannot have been, My earrings! my earrings! he'll say they should [ing sheen; Not of pearl and of silver, but of gold and glitterOf jasper and of onyx, and of diamond shining clear, [insincere Changing to the changing light, with radiance That changing mind unchanging gems are not befitting well[not tell, Thus will he think-and what to say, alas! I canHe'll think when I to market went, I loiter'd by [might sayHe'll think a willing ear I lent to all the lads the way He'll think some other lover's hand, among my tresses noosed, [of pearl unloosedFrom the ears where he had placed them, my rings He'll think when I was sporting so beside this marble well [not tell. My pearls fell in,-and what to say, alas! I canHe'll say I am a woman, and we are all the same— He'll say I loved when he was here to whisper of his flame But when he went to Tunis, my virgin troth had broken, [his token. And thought no more of Muça, and cared not for My earrings! my earrings! oh! luckless, luckless well! For what to say to Muça, alas! I cannot tell. I'll tell the truth to Muça, and I hope he will believe, [him at eve; That I thought of him at morning, and thought of Thus musing on my lover, when down the sun [all alone; His earrings in my hand I held, by the fountain And that my mind was o'er the sea, when from my hand they fell; was gone, And that deep his love lies in my heart as they lie in the well. LOCKHART. ROMANCE. FROM THE SPANISH. AWAKE, Sweet life, awake! Busy footsteps, hurrying by, 1 Borne on wings of purest white, See the bright morning break! Dewy pearls, the meadow's joy, A gem, that shines more bright and fair: See the bright morning break! Where at sight we pay so free What thee I owe, and thou owest me? See the bright morning break! And the hope of coming pleasure See the bright morning break! HON. W. HERBERT. LINES. FROM THE SPANISH OF BARTOLOMÉ LEONARDO. As the deep river swift and silent flows The quiet tide of time. Nought now remains That in due season brings not forth its fruits. |