. Poems . e cried, And bask and dream along the mountain-side; * His public procession to the convent of La Rabida on theday before he set sail. It was there that his sons had received theireducation ; and he himself appears to have passed some time there,the venerable Guardian, Juan Perez de Marchena, being his zealousand affectionate friend.—The ceremonies of his departure and re-turn are represented in many of the fresco-paintings in the palacesof Genoa. 241 To urge your mules, tinkling from hill to hill;Or at the vintage-feast to drink your fill,And strike your castanets, with gipsy-maidDa
. Poems . e cried, And bask and dream along the mountain-side; * His public procession to the convent of La Rabida on theday before he set sail. It was there that his sons had received theireducation ; and he himself appears to have passed some time there,the venerable Guardian, Juan Perez de Marchena, being his zealousand affectionate friend.—The ceremonies of his departure and re-turn are represented in many of the fresco-paintings in the palacesof Genoa. 241 To urge your mules, tinkling from hill to hill;Or at the vintage-feast to drink your fill,And strike your castanets, with gipsy-maidDancing Fandangos in the chestnut shade—Come on, he cried, and threw his glove in scorn, Not this your wonted pledge, the brimming in peace! Adventurous at home!Oh, had ye vowed with pilgrim-staff to roam;Or with banditti sought the sheltering mouldering crosses mark the scene of blood!—He said, he drew; then, at his Masters frown,Sullenly sheathed, plunging the weapon down. [ r. CANTO VI. The flight of an Angel of Darkness. War and the Great in War let others and spoil, and tears and triumphing;The morning-march that flashes to the sun,The feast of vultures when the day is done;And the strange tale of many slain for one!I sing a Man, amidst his sufferings here,Who watched and served in humbleness and fear;Gentle to others, to himself severe. Still unsubdued by Dangers varying form,Still, as unconscious of the coming storm. 2\S He looked elate; and, with his wonted smile,On the great Ordinance leaning, would beguileThe hour with talk. His beard, his mien sublime, )Shadowed by Age—by Age before the time, * > From many a sorrow borne in many a clime, ) Moved every heart. And now in opener skiesStars yet unnamed of purer radiance rise !Stars, milder suns, that love a shade to cast,And on the brirjlit wave fling the trembling mast!Another firmament! the orbs that roll,Singly or clustering, round the Southern pole!Not yet the four that gl
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