. En route; a descriptive automobile tour through nine countries & over nineteen great passes of Europe . ga, the intensestillness, broken only by Sheilas voice as she read: There was crying in Granada when the sun was going calling on the Trinity, some calling on Mahoun;Here passed away the Koran, there in the Cross was borne,And here was heard the Christian bell, and there the Moorishhorn; Te Deum Laudamus ! was up the Alcala sung: Down from the Alhambras minarets were all the crescents flung;The arms thereon of Aragon they with Castiles display;One King comes in in triumph, one we
. En route; a descriptive automobile tour through nine countries & over nineteen great passes of Europe . ga, the intensestillness, broken only by Sheilas voice as she read: There was crying in Granada when the sun was going calling on the Trinity, some calling on Mahoun;Here passed away the Koran, there in the Cross was borne,And here was heard the Christian bell, and there the Moorishhorn; Te Deum Laudamus ! was up the Alcala sung: Down from the Alhambras minarets were all the crescents flung;The arms thereon of Aragon they with Castiles display;One King comes in in triumph, one weeping goes away. Thus, cried the weeper, while his hands his old white beard did tear, Farewell, farewell, Granada ! thou city without peer;Woe, woe, thou pride of Heathendom, seven hundred years and moreHave gone since first the faithful thy royal sceptre bore. Thou wert the happy mother of a high renowned race ;Within thee dwelt a haughty line that now go from their place;Within thee fearless knights did dwell, who fought with mickle glee—The enemies of proud Castile, the bane of THE PALACE OF A VANISHED PEOPLE Here gallants held it little thing for ladies sake to die,Or for the Prophets honour, and pride of Soldanry ;For here did valour flourish, and deeds of warlike mightEnnobled lordly palaces, in which was our delight. The gardens of thy Vega, its fields and blooming bovvers—Woe, woe! I see their beauty gone and scattered all their reverence can he claim,—the king that such a land hath charger never can he ride, nor be heard among the in some dark and dismal place, where none his face may see,There, weeping and lamenting, alone that king should be. Thus spake Granadas king as he was riding to the sea,About to cross Gibraltars Strait, away to Barbary :Thus he in heaviness of soul unto his queen did cry:(He had stopped and taen her in his arms, for together theydid fly.) Unhappy king! whose craven soul can brook, (she gan
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