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DONNA ISIDORA. "She sung of love—while o'er her lyre The rosy rays of evening fell, As if to feed with their soft fire The soul within that trembling shell. The same rich light hung
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DONNA ISIDORA. "She sung of love—while o'er her lyre The rosy rays of evening fell, As if to feed with their soft fire The soul within that trembling shell. The same rich light hung
OUR LADY DEL PILAR. "The foe retires—she heads the sallying host, Who can appease like her a lover's ghost? …
THE VILLA DE MACIERA. "Innocence makes him careless now. * * * * Youth hath its whimsies, nor are we To examine a…
A SURPRISE. "Preciosa. Is this a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet! Repeat thy …
THE JOURNEY. "Meanwhile the gathering clouds obscure the skies, From pole to pole the forky lightning flies, The …
DON BALTASAR DE SALDOS. "We must not fail, we must not fail, However fraud or force assail; By honour, pride, or …
A REPRISAL. "Proud of the favours mighty Jove has shown, On certain dangers we too rashly run; If 'tis His w…
THE GUERILLA HEAD-QUARTERS. "I made a mountain brook my guide, Through a wild Spanish glen, And wandered, on …
THE GALIOTE OF ST. CLOUD. "To be generous, guiltless, and of free disposition, is to take those things for bird-b…
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