. Poems . .iliAS^fcftl On the two last leaves, and written in anotherhand, are some stanzas in the romance or balladmeasure of the Spaniards. The subject is an adventuresoon related. M M 266 Thy lonely watch-tower, Larenille, Had lost the western sun ; And loud and long from hill to hill Echoed the evening-gun, When Hernan, rising on his oar, Shot like an arrow from the shore. — Those lights are on St. Marys Isle; They glimmer from the sacred pile. * The waves were rough; the hour was late. But soon across the Tinto borne, Thrice he blew the signal-horn, He blew and would not wait. Home by his
. Poems . .iliAS^fcftl On the two last leaves, and written in anotherhand, are some stanzas in the romance or balladmeasure of the Spaniards. The subject is an adventuresoon related. M M 266 Thy lonely watch-tower, Larenille, Had lost the western sun ; And loud and long from hill to hill Echoed the evening-gun, When Hernan, rising on his oar, Shot like an arrow from the shore. — Those lights are on St. Marys Isle; They glimmer from the sacred pile. * The waves were rough; the hour was late. But soon across the Tinto borne, Thrice he blew the signal-horn, He blew and would not wait. Home by his dangerous path he went; Leaving, in rich habiliment. Two Strangers at the Convent-gate. They ascended by steps hewn out in the rock; and,having asked for admittance, were lodged there. Brothers in arms the Guests appeared; The Youngest with a Princely grace! Short and sable was his beard. Thoughtful and wan his face. His velvet cap a medal bore, And ermine fringed his broidered vest; * The Convent of La
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