As pictured in her changing air: Read every look, and every glance, Each blush that comes, each blush that goes, And if thy presence seem to enhance The darkness of the cheek-throned rose. And mark if thou a welcome find, e-is her heart elate, Then tell me Or if her breast with sorrow swell,- All that my eyes shall see the day When we shall blend, bright thought! as one. Cancionero de Valencia, 1511, p. 83. FRANCISCO DE SAA DE MIRANDA. O BASE GALLICIAN ! "Sola me dejaste." O BASE Gallician! lone and lost, I went where once thou didst abide, There thou abid'st not; The valley to my cries replied, Sad, melancholy, mortified, Say, where thy mother's dwelling is I will go to her Gallician! who could dream of this, Thou-thou no truer ! Eyes-filled with tears of bitterness, -- A heart-where flames of anguish burn, O when shall peace return? Obras, Lisboa, 1614, p. 155. WHERE IS DOMINGA? "Todos vienen de la villa." ALL gather from the village here, The rest have come-they all have come ; Obras, Lisboa, 1614, p. 153. LOPE DE SOSA. ROMANCE. "Mas envidia he de vos, conde." I RATHER envy thee thy doom Than blame thee, count, or pity thee; For such an honourable tomb Is glory's immortality. And vainly, idly, do they deem, I envy thee, O count! thy bliss, More than the king who murder'd thee; O fear not, count! the scaffold's shame, It stains no virtue, blasts no name; |