Leila; or, The siege of Granada: and Calderon, the courtier . ee hadst thoubeen born a lowly fisherman of the Darro,—since thouart a king, I would liave thee die a king ; even if myown heart broke as I armed thee for thy latestbattle! Thou knowest not what thou sayest, Amine, saidBoabdil, nor canst thou tell what spirits that arenot of earth dictate to the actions, and watch overthe destinies, of the rulers of nations. If I delay, ifI linger, it is not from terror, but from wisdom. Thecloud must gather on, dark and slow, ere the momentfor the thunderbolt arrives. On thine house will the thunde
Leila; or, The siege of Granada: and Calderon, the courtier . ee hadst thoubeen born a lowly fisherman of the Darro,—since thouart a king, I would liave thee die a king ; even if myown heart broke as I armed thee for thy latestbattle! Thou knowest not what thou sayest, Amine, saidBoabdil, nor canst thou tell what spirits that arenot of earth dictate to the actions, and watch overthe destinies, of the rulers of nations. If I delay, ifI linger, it is not from terror, but from wisdom. Thecloud must gather on, dark and slow, ere the momentfor the thunderbolt arrives. On thine house will the thunderbolt fall, sinceover thine own house thou sufierest the cloud togather, said a calm and stern voice. Boabdil started; and in the chamber stood a thirdperson, in the shape of a woman, past middle age,and of commanding port and stature. Upon her long-descending robes of embroidered purple, were thicklywoven jewels of royal price; and her dark hair,slightly tinged with gray, parted over a majestic brow,while a small diadem surmounted the folds of D. MadjLsc. A. It A. c^uczzcy .-6ay iyca^^uiy/liA^ycc^Oiyu- THE HERO IN THE POWER OF THE DREAMER. 91 My mother! said Boabdil, with some haughtyreserve in his tone, your presence is unexpected. Ay, answered Ayxa la Horra, for it was indeedthat celebrated, and haughty, and higli-souled queen, and unwelcome; so is ever that of your true not thus unwelcome was the presence of yourmother, when her brain and her hand delivered youfrom the dungeon in which your stern father had castyour youth, and the dagger and the bowl seemed theonly keys that would unlock the cell. And better hadst thou left the ill-omened sonthat thy womb conceived, to die thus in youth,honoured and lamented, than to live to manhood,wrestling against an evil star and a relentless fate. Son, said the queen, gazing upon him withlofty and half disdainful compassion, mens conductshapes out their own fortunes, and the unlucky arenever the valiant and th
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