"Yet stay, fair lady, turn again, "Here, forc'd by grief, and hopeless love, These holy weeds I sought; And here amid these lonely walls To end my days I thought. "But haply, for my year of grace Might I still hope to win thy love, "Now farewell grief, and welcome joy Once more unto my heart; For since I've found thee, lovely youth, We never more will part." GENTLE RIVER. GENTLE river, gentle river, Lo, thy streams are stain'd with gore, Many a brave and noble captain Floats along thy willow'd shore. All beside thy limpid waters, All beside thy sands so bright, Moorish Chiefs and Christian Warriors Join'd in fierce and mortal fight. Lords, and dukes, and noble princes, There the hero, brave Alonzo, Full of wounds and glory, died: There the fearless Urdiales Fell a victim by his side. Lo! where yonder Don Saavedra Through their squadrons slow retires; Proud Seville, his native city, Proud Seville his worth admires. Close behind, a renegado Loudly shouts with taunting cry: "Yield thee, yield thee, Don Saavedra; Dost thou from the battle fly? "Well I know thee, haughty Christian, Long I liv'd beneath thy roof; Oft I've in the lists of glory Seen thee win the prize of proof. "Well I know thy aged parents, Well thy blooming bride I know; Seven years I was thy captive, "May our Prophet grant my wishes, Haughty Chief, thou shalt be mine; Thou shalt drink that cup of sorrow, Which I drank when I was thine." Back the hero, full of fury, Sent a deep and mortal wound : Instant sunk the Renegado, Mute and lifeless on the ground. With a thousand Moors surrounded, Cold at length the warrior lay. Near him fighting, great Alonzo Furious press the hostile squadron, Who can war with thousands wage! Where yon rock the plain o'ershadows, |