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Moved every heart. And now in opener skies
'Twas the mid hour, when He, whose accents dread Still wandered through the regions of the dead,
* The Cross of the South; una Croce maravigliosa, e di tanta bellezza,” says Andrea Corsali, a Florentine, writing to Giuliano of Medicis in 1515, “ che non mi pare ad alcuno segno celeste doverla comparare. E s'io non mi inganno, credo che sia questo il crusero di che Dante parlò nel principio del Pur. gatorio con spirito profetico, dicendo,
I'mi volsi a man destra, e posi mente
It is still sacred in the eyes of the Spaniards. 'Un sentiment religieux les attache à une constellation dont la forme leur rappelle ce signe de la foi planté par leurs ancêtres dans les déserts du nouveau monde.'
(MERION, commissioned with his host to sweep
Mountains and seas fled backward as he passed
* Le Condor est le même oiseau que le Roc des Orientaux. Buffon. “By the Peruvians,” says Vega,“ he was anciently worshipped; and there were those who claimed their descent from him.” In these degenerate days he still ranks above the Eagle.
As the Roc of the East is said to have carried off the Elephant. See Marco Polo.—Axalhua, or the Emperor, is the name in the Mexican language for the great serpent of America.
| Tierra del Fuego.
$ Northern extremity of the New World. See Cook's last Voyage.
From mines of gold,* and giant-sons of earth,
Now mid angelic multitudes he flies,
* Mines of Chili; which extend, says Ovalle, to the Strait of Magellan. I. 4.
| A custom not peculiar to the Western Hemisphere. The Tunguses of Siberia hang their dead on trees;
parceque la terre ne se laisse point ouvrir.”-M. Pauw.
A Mutiny excited.
What tho’Despondence reigned, and wild Affright-
* Pizarro used to dress in this fashion; after Gonsalvo, whom he had served under in Italy.
† A species of Bat in South America; which refreshes by the gentle agitation of its wings, while it sucks the blood of the sleeper, turning his sleep into death.
Now other, as their shape served best his end. Undoubtedly, says Herrera, the Infernal Spirit assumed various shapes in that region of the world.
He came, and, couched on Roldan's ample breast,
Not long to slumber! In an evil hour Informed and lifted by the unknown Power, It starts, it speaks ! “ We live, we breathe no more! The fatal wind blows on the dreary shore ! On yonder cliffs beckoning their fellow-prey, The spectres stalk, and murmur at delay ! + -Yet if thou canst (not for myself I plead ! Mine but to follow where 'tis thine to lead)
-magnum si pectore possit Excussisse deum.
† Euripides in Alcest, v. 255.