Don Esteban: Or, Memoirs of a Spaniard, Том 1Henry Colburn, 1825 - 292 страници |
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Страница 67 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.
Страница 163 - Franciscan friars, whose convent is in the same square, drawn up in procession and bringing an image of the Virgin Mary with the infant Jesus in her arms, and another of St.
Страница 153 - ... in the heights of Cabezon. As soon as the latter general found that Cevallos was likely to be sacrificed to popular fury, he had sent to Avila, where he then was, a party of cavalry with orders to convey him safe to his presence, and have him tried ; but principally with the intention of screening him from the ferocity of the people. Cevallos set off from that city accompanied by his wife and children, and escorted by the few cavalry soldiers who had been sent in search of him. In his way to...
Страница 5 - ... the tale he had been telling his companion. In this journey I thought I had learnt the names of all the mules, yet one which frequently occurred created...
Страница 281 - Yet are Spain's maids no race of Amazons, But formed for all the witching arts of love : Though thus in arms they emulate her sons, And in the horrid phalanx dare to move, ' Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove, Pecking the hand that hovers o'er her mate...
Страница v - HPHAT a Spaniard has furnished a part of the materials of •*• this work cannot be doubted ; but ' that every thing which the author relates is to be considered as simple matter of fact, with the sole exception of those names which he has assigned to the parties figuring in the merely biographical part of his story,' is an assertion which no attentive reader will credit.
Страница 220 - Spain occupied by the invaders was soon filled with guerrillas, some of them regular soldiers from the broken armies, and others the inhabitants of the country itself.
Страница 213 - Among other costly relics, there was a brick of massive gold, of nearly one foot in length by an inch thick, which contained a thorn said to be from the crown which Christ wore on the cross. It was presented to Napoleon by one of his generals, and he received it; but taking out the thorn — "There," said he, "give that back to the monks ; 7 keep the brick.
Страница 175 - ... they were obliged to construct little citadels for their safety by repairing old ruined castles which they found on the heights, and these castles were frequently Roman or Moorish remains which, many centuries before, had served the same purpose. In the plains,. the posts of communication fortified one or two of the houses at the entrance of each village, for safety during the night, or as a place of retreat when attacked. The sentinels dared not remain without the fortified enclosures for fear...
Страница 63 - ... dearest Isabella — may not the tenderest, the sincerest love, hope for something more?" She made no reply, but she did not withdraw the hand I had taken, while her lovely face and neck were covered with blushes. A look, one look of those soft dark eyes left me nothing to wish for, — the ecstacy of that moment •was almost more than I could bear. I threw myself at her feet, imprinted a thousand kisses on' her hand, and was half delirious with joy.