The Alhambra . Cotn-t 0/ Lioiis. modest stand in a remote corner, the humble and neglectedspectator of the pageant. I see in imagination the Catholicsovereigns prostrating themselves before the altar, and pouring 154 THE ALHAMBRA forth thanks for their victory ; while the vaults resound withsacred minstrelsy, and the deep-toned Te Deiun. The transient illusion is over,—the pageant melts from the. Hall of Justice. fancy,—monarch, priest, and warrior return into oblivion withthe poor Moslems over whom they exulted. The hall of theirtriumph is waste and desolate. The bat flits about its twilightv
The Alhambra . Cotn-t 0/ Lioiis. modest stand in a remote corner, the humble and neglectedspectator of the pageant. I see in imagination the Catholicsovereigns prostrating themselves before the altar, and pouring 154 THE ALHAMBRA forth thanks for their victory ; while the vaults resound withsacred minstrelsy, and the deep-toned Te Deiun. The transient illusion is over,—the pageant melts from the. Hall of Justice. fancy,—monarch, priest, and warrior return into oblivion withthe poor Moslems over whom they exulted. The hall of theirtriumph is waste and desolate. The bat flits about its twilightvault, and the owl hoots from the neighbouring tower of Comares. THE COURT OF LIONS 155 Entering the Court of the Lions a few evenings since, I wasalmost startled at beholding a turbaned Moor quietly seatednear the fountain. For a moment one of the fictions of theplace seemed realised : an enchanted Moor had broken thespell of centuries, and become visible. He proved, however,
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