Stories of persons and places in Europe . s is scat-tered all around. The beautyand excellence that are inme proceed from Moham-med ! His goodness sur-passed all things past, andall that are to come. Amongfive stars, three turn palebeside his superior bright-ness. The marble softens athis voice, and the light ofhis eyes scatters darkness. The palace of Generalifeis one of the most magnifi-cent on the grounds of the Alhambra. It is a palace of waters. The Darro, on its way from thesummits of the Sierra Nevada, boils through the court under evergreenarches, murmurs and dances, and whirls around
Stories of persons and places in Europe . s is scat-tered all around. The beautyand excellence that are inme proceed from Moham-med ! His goodness sur-passed all things past, andall that are to come. Amongfive stars, three turn palebeside his superior bright-ness. The marble softens athis voice, and the light ofhis eyes scatters darkness. The palace of Generalifeis one of the most magnifi-cent on the grounds of the Alhambra. It is a palace of waters. The Darro, on its way from thesummits of the Sierra Nevada, boils through the court under evergreenarches, murmurs and dances, and whirls around in marble basins at thefoot of each staircase, is carried to the topmost rooms, where it throws outdelicious coolness in the hot days of summer, and then passes downthrough hollow balusters on either hand from top-to bottom. In this palace is another curious inscription, on the arcades of the court,showing the thoughts that hovered in the minds of these luxury-lovingMoors. Charming palace ! splendid art thou, and great as thou art splen-. 332 Persons and Places in Europe. did! Worthy art thou to be praised, for divinity is in all thy adorn thy gardens. They nod upon their stalks and fill the airwith their sweet perfume. A breeze plays with the blossoms of the orangetrees, and their delightful fragrance is wafted all around. Hark! musicmingles with the gentle rustling of the leaves. Sweet Harmony! Verdureand flowers encompass me. The Escurial.—In one of the most desolate spots in Spain, on the barrenslopes of the Gaudarama, northwest from Madrid, stands a palace which isthe exact opposite of the light, airy and beautiful palace of the is the dark, gloomy Escurial, built by the sullen Philip II., in memoryof a saint who died a horrible death on a gridiron. He whose very namecalls up blood councils, the rack and the stake could scarcely have lefta more appropriate monument, He who caused eighteen thousand personsto be beheaded, who never laughed so hear
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