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 LYRICAL TRANSLATIONS 
 
 FROM THE LANGUAGES OF 
 
 OC. ITALIAN, SPANISH, I'ORTUGLESl- 
 
 —AND— 
 
 PROVINCIAL DIALECTS. 
 
 " Seigneurs, ore C'coulcz, 
 S'il vouK pla!t, et oyez 
 Chansons ilrs Tronvi-rcs gal, 
 MeilleurH n'en ouirez; 
 
 • • • • 
 
 Vous en saurez le vrai, 
 8i en paix m' Ccoutez." 
 
 Roman de Fier-a-Bkas. 
 
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 Entered according to Act of Parliament In the year 1887, 
 by CH. J. PARHAM, in the Oniee of the Minister of Agrl- 
 culture. 
 
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 BKBicmTioior. 
 
 ir 1887, 
 f Agrl- 
 
 TO TriE HONORAMI.K LICENTIATE 
 
 DON IIILARK) SANTIAGO OAIULONDO 
 
 IN TKSTIMDNV OF GRATEFUL REMEMBRANCE, 
 THIS 1500K IS DEDICATED 
 BV THE AUTHOR. 
 
M.WWEMTIS'Em'E'NT, 
 
 Presuming that a few of those who may honour 
 this little volume with a passing glance are unacquaint- 
 ed with some of the Mediaeval Poets herein men- 
 tioned, the liberty is occasionally taken to append 
 biographical and explanatory notes. 
 
 For various quotations relating to " Tensons " and 
 '• Sirventes," due acknowledgment is made to the 
 grand works of Raynouard and Fauriel, to which the 
 reader who may have a desire to study the Romatice 
 Poets is referred. 
 
 I 
 
INDEX. 
 
 With tho view of faclllfadiij? reforenco, after tlic name ot 
 each auflior. the tlrst lim^ of phraso of the original composi- 
 tion is quoted in italir.s as a title to eacJi IranHlation. 
 
 Vac.e. 
 
 Bioffrapliicnl Note 3 
 
 Savaiies do Malleo, (Jaucolni Faidit, Ugo de la Bacalarla 
 
 (Provrnvials.) — Gaurelms, tres Jocx ennmnralz 4 
 
 ^M The Troubadour PIstol.ta and a Noble Dame (Frov^n<;i- 
 
 als.) — Bona Dnmna, vn conseill voa deman ].'{ 
 
 Biograpliioal Note lO 
 
 Bertran do Born (Provonc.al.) — «^ m pfai/ lo douz Irmps 
 
 de pascor 20 
 
 Do.uv Feliciana E. do Guzman (Spanish.)— /> Jo el Amor.... 27 
 
 PletroTrapas8i Motastasio (Italian)— i'urn^isonnoa/mt'H 
 
 talora,... o>{ 
 
 Giovanni Gherardo de' Rossi (Italian.)— ^mtca Primavcra 2J) 
 
VI. 
 
 Pag k. 
 
 F. do Borjii, l»rlti(;j of Ks<iulla'^ljo (Simnisli.) — PaJariUo 
 
 que cnvta.t 29 
 
 Outlerro du Cotlna (Spiiiiish.) — Ojoh clnros nerenos 32 
 
 Pedro Soto dr Rojiis (Spunisli.) — J'aJ'n-o rrttturofni 32 
 
 Jacopo Vitfondll (Italian.) — (fuanln, rhr bianod hind .... 33 
 
 Olovanni Mdl (Sicilian.)— /)/m»i/, diinmi (tpctta cam 35 
 
 Tho EmpiTor Iliao-Vou-Tl {Ch\uvsv.)—T>ir S<>n(j of the 
 
 Oars 36 
 
 •Giovanni A^lio (Italian.) — Itelln irdrr ili /inrr 38 
 
 gctvnUrt0» 
 
 Jos6 Cailalso (Spanish.) — Lctrllla Satirica 41 
 
 Anacreontic 43 
 
 Prince of Mscjuilacho (Spanish.) — Fucntccillas que rci.s... 44 
 
 Luls(l(;Camo(Jns(Portui;n3s v) — A'terK^ao df Miraotiavda 4(5 
 Francesco Matioel do Mdo (Portiif?iu'so) ; fJiroliuno Pretl 
 
 (Italian.) — Aure freschc, aure Volanti 40 
 
 Pletro Paolo Parzaneso (Italian.) — Dove Vaf. 48 
 
 Giovanni BircUot (Italian.)— /i r/-orrt/o?-e (Parodied) 49 
 
 GiorgI Rortola (Italian.)— La Far/ alia Sulla Rosa 51 
 
 Giovanni Oherardo de'IlfKs.^l (Italian.) — I'li tcnero Usig- 
 
 nuolo 52 
 
 I 
 
 41 
 
 Uttielancijalica* 
 
 Francisco Gomez do Quevedo (Spanish.) — Mire lijera 
 
 nave 57 
 
 Don Alonso de Ercilla (Spanish.) Stanzas from the Araw- 
 cana •••• 62 
 
 ii 
 
Vll. 
 
 Page. 
 
 •illn 
 
 29 
 
 32 
 
 32 
 
 t .... 33 
 
 I :{5 
 
 the 
 
 30 
 
 38 
 
 41 
 
 43 
 
 44 
 40 
 
 40 
 
 48 
 49 
 51 
 
 52 
 
 4 
 
 Paok. 
 
 (JIarorno I^cpanlJ {ltn\\nn.)—Luiuji ,lul j>r<>j,rii> nimo (i.> 
 
 Pk'tro TrapussI Metasfiislo (Italian.)— <sva//j A«i« (|(( 
 
 JoHi"^ Antonio Maitin ( V'tMK'/ucb'an.)— rVjoron/ (j^ 
 
 Donn (iortriulis <i. do Avollant'da (West Indii's.)— }' ^/, 
 
 tirriiii Atnuntv -.jv 
 
 Ciil Viccntr (Portujrues.'.)— rr/jjmo -3 
 
 Anonymous (Spanish. )—r'or/<'f/« >. 
 
 ••• < I 
 
 Anonymous (Spanish.)— 7'}/,..v jwr bcmrte 75 
 
 Franrlsco de HU.j,, (Spanish.)— 7'«m, rticnufida rosa 7.(j 
 
 Anonymous (Spanish.) — 77.e Captive 0/ Ochali yg 
 
 Cald.ron (Spanlsh.)-A liagment Iron, La Vida cs .Sueno SO 
 
 The Siesta 
 
 84 
 
 leu Volgra ser Auzcl 
 
 Margaritas 
 
 " g-T 
 
 Love's IndieeH 
 
 87 
 
 Spring Poet's Cliorus 
 
 •• 88 
 
 ■era 
 
 57 
 
 •an- 
 02 
 
ERRATA. 
 
 
 Paok. 
 
 Link. 
 
 Reads : 
 
 Should hkaij: 
 
 10 
 
 24 
 
 22 
 
 8 
 
 10 
 
 18 
 
 16 
 
 9 
 
 G 
 
 5 
 
 Antafort 
 
 Autiifort. 
 
 29 
 
 Extent 
 
 Extant. 
 
 ^ 80 
 86 
 
 The complainiH 
 
 Dyiinstry 
 
 His complaints. 
 
 Dynasty. 
 
 Youth. 
 
 86 
 
 Yonth 
 
 ^37 
 49 
 
 Improving 
 
 It Trovator 
 
 IniproviKing. 
 II Trovator. 
 
 -^53 
 ^54 
 
 Three grave fowls.. 
 Audacloius 
 
 These grave fowls. 
 Audacious. 
 
nr: 
 
 TENSONS; 
 
 OR, 
 
 POHTICAL TOURXA.\i!'ATS, 
 
 Of which Gentle Dames of mutual cluMce 
 were the juil,<i,es. 
 
 
TENSON. 
 
 Note. — The Troubadour Savaric de Maulcon, a rich 
 baron of Poitou, loved a noble dame of C]ascony, wife of 
 Viscounl Gavaret, the Lord of I.angon and Saint- 
 Macaire. 
 
 The poet designated her by the name of Guillemette 
 de Benagues. 
 
 Savaric believed his flame reciprocated, but the 
 Viscountess had secretly allowed Elias Rudel, Lord 
 of Bergerac, and Gcoffroy Rudel de Blaye,* to con- 
 ceive the same hoj^e. 
 
 One day the three chevaliers were ])aying their 
 most gallant addresses, each striving to win a special 
 mark of esteem. Tlie Viscountess, expert in co(|uetry, 
 
 * " GoofTroy IliKid, Prince of Blaye, became enamored of 
 the Countess of Tripoli (without liaviufr even seen her), by 
 simply hearing' lici- praises sun},' by the minstrels and i)ilj^rjins 
 returninj; trom Antioch, and he composed many pretty verses 
 about her and set them to beautiful airs. Becominfjc i)ossesKed 
 of an irresistible desire to see her, he. joined tbe Crusaders and 
 embarked for Palestine. Upo'i the voyaj^'e he was taken so 
 dangerously ill that those who were with him feared he would 
 die on the ship, llo.vever tliey had time to convey him to 
 an inn in Tiipoli wher<' he lay unconscious. His attendants 
 informed the Countess and she came to his bed side and K*'ntly 
 raised liim in lier sirms. He knew lu'r, and for a moment 
 recovered his senses and thankeil (Jod lor huvinj? fj:raeiously 
 prolonged his life till he had seen her : and tlius he died in tlu; 
 arms (.f the Counfts;. Slie liad his ninains lionorably eii- 
 toml)ed in the Tcm{)le of Tripoli : and that same tlay she be- 
 came a nun, in sorrowful devotion to his memory."— (y'/-a?iA- 
 hition.) 
 
had sufiicicnt address to sulisf}- all of them regarding 
 the issue. 
 
 Geoffroy Riidel was seated before her and obtained 
 for a favor, sundry amorous glances. She tenderly 
 squeezed the hand of p:h"as de Bcrgerac, while her 
 dainty slijjper lightly ])ressed the foot of Sir Savaric. 
 Not one of the trio suspected the favors accorded his 
 rivals, but after they had taken leave of the lady, 
 Elias and Geoffroy began to boast of their respective 
 conquests, while Savaric, justly irritated, kept silent. 
 
 Believing, nevertheless, that he was the most en- 
 couraged, he consulted Hugues de la Bachelerie and 
 Gaucelm Faidit, to know, to which of the three the 
 Viscountess (whom he does not name) had manifested 
 the most love : this is the subject of the following 
 Tenson. 
 
 ■ «•» 
 
 '' Gaucdms, trcs Jocx cnamoratzy 
 
 " Forrnosao .'\si)octiis nmlh ris drvoiiionis arcus 
 Per quoin inissa ferit (lira sagitta viro-." 
 
 I. 
 
 SAVARICS DE MALLEO. 
 
 <' Gaucclm.s: — To you and Sir Ifugli I propound 
 Three amorous picas in debate ; 
 So, name me the two, you wish to pursue, 
 And I will the third advocate. 
 
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regarding 
 
 . obtained 
 tenderly 
 wliile her 
 ' Savaric. 
 orded his 
 the lady, 
 ■espective 
 pt silent, 
 most en- 
 lerie and 
 three the 
 lanifested 
 following 
 
 oni*^ arcus 
 viro^. " 
 
 nd 
 
 ^ 
 
 4 
 
 Now, three Courtiers* gay, a lady has, 
 And she so wcl' her r( Ic sustains, 
 That, with them all, at once, before her. 
 She to eacii some secret favor deigns ; 
 An ardent glance enamours one, 
 While the other's hand she scjueezes, 
 And the conquest of the third is won, 
 As his foot she smiling presses ; , 
 
 Now, tell me, which do you infer, 
 Her warmest love possesses ? " 
 
 II. 
 
 CxAUCELM FAIDIT. 
 
 " Right well. Sir Savarics, you know, 
 That he the sweetest jjledge enjoys, 
 Who is with frank and tender gaze, 
 By handsome eyes regarded, — 
 As from the heart such tokens flow, 
 In warm excess of passion. 
 But, a lifeless ' squeeze," I'll never praise. 
 That does him neither good nor dan. age, - 
 For ladies have ' those pleasaiit ways ' 
 Of greeting an acquaintance ; 
 Nor does the lady's artful tread, 
 
 * Courtiere literally Iraiisiiilccl : 'Supplicants.' Language 
 of " Oc " : « rrcyadors.' French: Triantes, Solliciteurs. 
 
_6— 
 
 Impress me with her kind intent, 
 Nor should he be by it mislead." 
 
 III. 
 
 UGO DE LA BACALARIA. 
 
 "** Gatuclms 
 
 Argue as you please, and still 
 
 You'll not maintain your i)oint with reason, 
 
 For coquettish glances, can but ill 
 
 Sustain the friend whom you defend ; 
 
 If from those eyes' erratic rays, 
 
 Some mark of favor* he awaits, 
 
 *Tis folly ! since the eye looks many ways. 
 
 And — performs no other office. 
 
 But, when the gloveless, soft white hand. 
 
 E'er clasps ' its friend' with glowing fervour, 
 
 That impulse is the heart's command ! 
 
 Let Sir Savarics, who with such grace 
 
 Propounds, maintain the courteous pressure 
 
 Of the foot, for I decline the case." 
 
 ♦Some mark of fsivor. Latif?uagc of " Oc " : " S'el I 
 enten," which means to say: It' he expects his flame 'cor- 
 responded.' (See note 1, •• Entendeire.") 
 
— 7— 
 I. 
 
 SAVARICS DE MALLEO. 
 
 " Sir Hugh : 
 
 Since to me you leave the best, 
 
 Its defence I assume with i)lcasure, 
 
 And contest, tliat he whose foot was press'd 
 
 Received the most * expressive ' favor ; 
 
 Since, by mild, tho' prudent thoughts i)0ssessed. 
 
 The smiling dame obviously concealed, 
 
 The genial llame her foot confess'd. 
 
 But they, who, from gloveless hands expect 
 
 A truer proof of love, lack judgment : 
 
 And I doul)t, that Gaucelms would affect 
 
 Allegiance to a glance, if he knew 
 
 As much of lo\e as he professes. " 
 
 II. 
 
 GAUCELMS FAIDIT. 
 
 " Sir 
 
 You, who, those tender glances scorn 
 From loving eyes so softly beaming, 
 Know not what sweet messages are borne 
 From the heart that sends them wooing, 
 Since for lovers, the eye cxjjoses 
 That which fear in the heart retains. 
 
—8— 
 
 And tluis, their warmest love discloses. 
 While, oft' with mocking laugh deriding, 
 Her courtiers' feet, a lady presses^ — 
 But, from a kindly motive, never ! 
 Sir Hugh maintains a glaring error. 
 For the clasp of hands expresses naught. 
 That foreshadows love, whatever." 
 
 HI. 
 
 UGO DE LA BACALARIA. 
 
 *' Gaucchns : 
 
 Distant far, from love removed. 
 
 Sir Savarics and you have wandered, 
 
 As the Tenson clearly will have proved ; 
 
 For the eyes that you have chosen, 
 
 Here, so fondly, to invest with fame, 
 
 Have betrayed full many suitors.* 
 
 And, altho' some fair deceiving dame, 
 
 Should press my foot a year entire, 
 
 No charm of hers my heart could touch ! 
 
 So I contend, that honest pressure 
 
 Of the hand, was worth a hundred such- - 
 
 For, if it had not pleased the heart, 
 
 N'er would have love, the impulse given." 
 
 ♦Suiior.s. Language of " Oc " : " Entendcdors." French 
 Ecout^s, Correspondents. (Sec Note 1, " Eutendeire.") 
 
— 9- 
 
 I. 
 
 SAVARICS DK MALT.EO. 
 
 " G an c elms ■' 
 
 Fairly vanquish'd in debate, 
 Are you and Sir Hugh, most certainly, 
 And I wish the mistress of my (iiie — * 
 Who has vanquished me — to arbitrate, 
 With " Na Maria,"t where honour dwells." 
 
 11. 
 
 GAUCELMS FAIDIT. 
 
 (( 
 
 Sir 
 
 Vanquish'd am I not, as you will see, 
 When we, before the court of love appear ; 
 And I also wish the judge to be 
 " Na Guillelma de Benagues," she 
 Of loving, courteous dames, the peer." 
 
 French 
 
 * ^Tislress of my fate. Lant;;iiage of "Oc": Garda Cors. 
 Literally translated : Keeper of luy heart, a disguLsed appella- 
 tion for the Countess. 
 
 t Na ISIaria. Dona Maria do Ventadour of the Court of 
 Limozin. 
 
— 10 
 
 III. 
 UGO dp: t>a bacalaria. 
 
 *' Fair Sirs : 
 
 My lucid reasons are so good, 
 That they, the very signs of yours deface I- 
 And I, too, know a dame of kindly mood. 
 With whom the judgment I would place ; 
 But such, I see, is the mind of three." 
 
 ■ <•» ■ 
 
 NOTE I. 
 
 The Troubadours had four degrees in chevaleresque 
 love. The first was " Foignaire," hesitant ; tlie second was 
 *• Pregaire," supplicant; the tliird was " Entendeire," cor- 
 respondent; and tlie fourtli was " Drutz," gallant. 
 
 He who is inclined to love a lady, and frequently pays his 
 court, but r.oes not speak to her of love, Is a timid hesitant. 
 But if the lady encourages him till he ventures to sj-^a'c his 
 sentiment, he is then justly styled a supplicant. And if by 
 worthy addresses he induces her to retain and honor liim with 
 a mark of her favor, in the shape of a cordon, sash or glove, 
 he is dubbed a correspondent. And if, in fine, it pleases the 
 lady to bestow her love bj- a kiss upon her loyal correspondent, 
 he then becomes her gallant. 
 
 Here it may not be amiss to enumerate the extreme privil- 
 eges enjoyed by the gallants of the eleventh and twelfth 
 centuries, that readers, unacquainted with " I'amour Cheval- 
 eresque," may not needlessly censure. 
 
 The following jirose, translation in French, expresses the 
 ultimate hope of s(>me gallant ; and in continuation, translat- 
 ed, arc the comments of M. Fauriel upon the same : — " Oh ! 
 mal fera-t-elle ma Dame, si elle ne me fait venir h\ ou elle se 
 
 il 
 
I 
 
 d, 
 
 aloresque 
 ^ond was 
 re," cor- 
 
 pays his 
 hesitant, 
 if'^a'c his 
 nd if by 
 iiini with 
 or glove, 
 eases the 
 ;pondent, 
 
 lie privil- 
 1 twelfth 
 r Cheval- 
 
 esses the 
 translat- 
 :— "Oh! 
 •u elle se 
 
 I I 
 
 ^leshabille ; et si, m'ayant pemiis d'ngenouillor pros do son 
 lit, elle ne daigne me tendre le pied, pour que Je hii dC-lio ses 
 bieii ehaussants souliers." 
 
 •' To be present at the deshabiih' of bis lady, and even as- 
 sisting her to undress and see lur retire, was among the 
 ' favors ' permitted in clievalerescnie love, and the one which 
 the troubadour most often and earnestly sought for. One 
 might easily be tempted to attribute this usage to very vulgar 
 motives, yet that would be an error. The fact is, tJje usage 
 tluis consecrated to tl>e vassalage of love was derived, like 
 many others, from feudal vassalage, 
 
 " It was an ordinary oeeurrenee for the vassals to be present 
 and assist their suzerain to retire. " 
 
 A troubadour expresses himself upon this point as fol- 
 lows : — " II ne sail de •' donnoy " (c'est-A-(lire d'amour) 
 vralment rien, celui qui dtsire la possession entirro do sa 
 Dame. Cela n'est plus amour qui tourne i\ la reaiite (qui 
 cesse d'etre un culle de sentiment et de pens»'e) ; et la cteur 
 ne se donne (ni ne donne jamais rien) par devoir. C'est assez 
 qu'un ami ait de sa dame anneaux on cordon, pour s'estiraer 
 VC'gal du roi de Castille. S'il reeoit d'elh^ des joyaux, et 
 <iue!(iue balser dans I'occasion, c'est l)eaueoup (c'est i>res(iue 
 trop) pour I'amour vrai. lia moindre chose de plus est pure 
 jnerci." — Fauriel. 
 
A 
 
 (, '\ 
 
TENSON 
 
 liutwecn the Troubailour i'istolcta ami a 
 
 Noble IKime. 
 
 '• Bona Damn a, un con sc ill 7'os demand 
 
 I. 
 
 PLSrOLETA. 
 
 ''Lady: 
 
 Your advice I humbly would pray, 
 
 For good council I sadly am needing , 
 
 Since for a dame, I'm possessed with a flame, 
 
 Far beyond other passions exceeding, — 
 
 So, tell me, would you advise me to woo her. 
 
 Or still longer my ardor restrain ? 
 
 As impatience may incur a reproof. 
 
 Where i)atient delay might attain." 
 
 II. 
 
 LADY. 
 
 (< 
 
 Sir 
 
 I would say — since thus to me it a^ .^ears— 
 That the suitor does best who woos his lady, 
 
# 
 
 — 14— 
 
 And the lover knows little who fears, 
 Since no gentle dame ever hurt cavaliers ; 
 And, if she resents his addresses, 
 He cannot, with reason, feel grieved, 
 For a lady of worth possesses 
 The art of courteously rejecting." 
 
 I. 
 
 PISTOLKTA. 
 
 If I should ask her love, I fear 
 She might tell me what I would not care to hear, 
 And declare, that she will never love me — 
 And thus rci)1ace her kindness with reproval, 
 So, I think it wise to love in silence, 
 Till she is pleased to smile approval ; 
 But tell me now, which course would you com- 
 mend. 
 As most effective, to attain my end ?" 
 
 II. 
 LADY. 
 
 I 
 
 (( 
 
 ''Sir: 
 
 A lover is ever of fickle mind, 
 
 But the fool is he who takes its coimcil, 
 
s; 
 
 I to hear, 
 e — 
 roval, 
 
 )ii com- 
 
 ^ For the one who < oiirts a dame uiik lul, 
 
 J And then laments her harsh dismissal, 
 
 ' Should know, that the object ui his aml)ition 
 
 Is not anienalile for his distresses ; 
 
 And, if lie hopes for recognition, 
 
 He should serve her truly and in peace." 
 
 I. 
 
 PISTOLKTA. 
 
 Since with sucli candor you resjjond, 
 
 I will meel my fate without delay, 
 
 As I think your council well conceived, 
 
 And accei)tal)le in every way ; 
 
 I'or, of the lady, you can tell me fully, 
 
 U she cares to love, or me retain 
 
 And you can aid my suit most truly, 
 
 If It i)lease you, and your heart assents." 
 
 II. 
 
 LADY. 
 ''Sir: 
 
 Tell me wh.o th-is lady is, I pray. 
 
 O'er wliom you say I hold such sway, 
 
 For I affirm (and trust you give me credence). 
 
— 16— 
 
 That I will soon tlic trutli discover, 
 And timely warn, if she deceives you, 
 Or entertains another lover, — 
 So, let no further fear, her name delay, 
 But tell me who the lady is, I say ! " 
 
 I. 
 
 PISTOLETA. 
 
 '' Lady : 
 
 So courteou:; are her words to me. 
 
 That she must know that I adore her, 
 
 For, when thus we speak of love together, 
 
 I pale and flush, o' ' power'd with joy, before 
 
 her — 
 So it seems to me, —you might discern ! 
 Or guess, that which I tremble but to say ! 
 For 'tis you for whom these blushes burn ! — 
 Pardon, lady 1 if I have spoken rashly." 
 
 'A 
 
 til 
 CC 
 
 -^^^i^'^y^^^ 
 
her, 
 /, before 
 
 1 ! 
 
 say ! 
 Lirn !- 
 
 SIRVENTE. 
 
 !•» ■ 
 
 Under the denomination of " Sirvente,'' 
 the Troubadours comprehended all lyrical 
 compositions on any other subject l)ut love. 
 
 1 
 
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 1 
 
BERTRAN DE BORN. 
 
 " Sappi ch M son Bertran dal Bornio, quelli 
 Clu' (liodi al ro Giovanni i ma' conforti, 
 rff'fi '1 padre o '1 figlio in se robclii ; 
 Aoliitofel no fe piu d* Absalono 
 E dl David co' malvagi pungelli." 
 
 Dante, Inferno, Cii. XXVIII. 
 
 Bertrand dc Bom was the ideal of daring and un- 
 disciplined "varriors of the middle age. Becoming 
 old, he repented of the life he had led and entered a 
 monastry, where he died. 
 
 This pious end has not prevented Dante placing the 
 Bellicose Troubadour very deep in the infernal re- 
 gion, where he represents him carrying his head in 
 his hand in the guise of a lantern — symbolical punish- 
 ment for having severed the limbs from the trunk. 
 That is to say, the father from the children : Henrr 
 II. of England and his three sons. This warrior 
 poet, with his "Sirventes" and intrigues, not only 
 embroiled himself continually with his neighbors, but 
 succeeded in keeping most of the Princes and nobles 
 of Europe in war. The old Chronicler says : — " When 
 Richard had made peace with Bertran de Born, and 
 rendered him his Casde of ' Antafort,' the King 
 joined the Crusade and passed beyond seas, and 
 Bertran remained warring with Sir Aimar, the Vis- 
 count of Limoges and with the Count of Pierregorc 
 and with all other neighboring Barons. 
 
20- 
 
 (i 
 
 And, as you have heard, when Richard was return- 
 ing, he was seized in Germany and imprisoned for 
 two years, when he ransomed himself with gold. 
 
 " And wjien Bertran de Born learned that the King 
 Avas to be released, he was over-joyed on account of 
 the great assistance he knew he would have from him, 
 and the injury it would be to his enemies. For you 
 must know that Bertran had written in his heart all 
 the evils those warriors had perpetrated in Lemozin, 
 and in the possessions of King Richard, and so he 
 composed his ' Sirventes.'" — (Translation.) 
 
 The following composition, in which hi .Icclares 
 his passion for w-ar, seems to have been inspired by 
 the wild intoxication of carnage, in the midst of the 
 horrors of the field of battle. It was sung in the 
 court of Richard CiL'ur de Lion, for the purpose cf 
 inciting him to renew hostilities : — 
 
 " Be vi play lo douz tonps de pascory 
 
 Well pleased am I with the vernal rays. 
 
 That bring the leaves and flowers of spring ; 
 And })leased when I hear the joyous lays 
 
 Of little birds that sweetly sing 
 Their love notes in the wild-wood. 
 I'm pleased when on the verdant plain. 
 
 White tents and ])aviIions shine ; 
 And in my heart I'm pleased again. 
 
 When o'er the meadows, form'd in line, 
 I see maird knights and chargers. 
 
IS return - 
 oned for 
 )ld. 
 
 the King 
 count of 
 rom him, 
 For you 
 heart all 
 .emozin, 
 d so he 
 
 .leclarcs 
 [)ired by 
 ;t of the 
 ^ in the 
 rposc ef 
 
 ^ring 
 
 — 21 — 
 
 From the coursers' path it j)lcases me 
 
 When mercenariesf take to thght, 
 And, after them, I'm pleased to see 
 
 Long ranks in armor close in fight; 
 And I have greater pleasure, 
 When some castle fortress is belaved, 
 
 And breaches in the walls are made, 
 While besieging hosts are close arrayed 
 
 Around the massive palisade, 
 Upon the margin of the Moat. 
 
 With the Cavalier I'm pleased as well. 
 
 Who, fearless, leads to the assault ; 
 For his loyal troops with ardor swell — 
 
 When valiant deeds their souls exalt — 
 To emulative heroes ! 
 When charging upon the foe amain, 
 
 Eagerly forward all should bound 
 To joyfully swell his martial train ; 
 
 As none for valor are renown'd 
 
 Till they, blows, both give and take. 
 
 When the tides of war meet on the plain, 
 And swords and lances, shields transi)ierce, 
 
 ♦Roman, " Corrodor "; Froncli, " ronreurs "; light cavalry, 
 t Roman, " Avern " ; French, " Troupcaux " ; merccLai y 
 troops. 
 
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1 
 
 •22- 
 
 And bright hued helmets cleave in twain, 
 Mid struggling throngs of vassals fierce, 
 Plunge the steeds of warriors slain. 
 When the furious tumult culminates, 
 
 No son of honoured parentage 
 Thinks of aught, but lopping limbs and pates, 
 Since death were fairer heritage. 
 Than life among the vanquished ! 
 
 For me no sweeter pleasure lies 
 
 In eating, drinking or sleeping, 
 Than to hear the thrilling battle cries, 
 
 And frantic neighs of horses, leaping 
 Riderless through the forest ; 
 And see both nobles and retainers fall 
 
 Upon the scarping's sloping wall. 
 And hear them—" To the rescue ! " call, 
 
 And from the dead, thro' mail and all. 
 See fatal shafts protruding. 
 
—23— 
 
 ENVOY. 
 
 Barons ! now place in gage. 
 Each castle, city and village, 
 E're any of you in wars engage. 
 
 " Papiol," * with good grace, 
 Bear " Oc e No " f my message, 
 And tell him : " To long they are at peace ! 
 
 >r 
 
 * " Papiol," name of the minstrel who sang the composi- 
 tions of Bertran de Born. 
 
 t ** Oc e No," disguised appellation Dy which the poet desig- 
 nates the King, Richard-Canir-de-Lion. 
 
 I 
 
1 
 
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MADRIGALS; 
 
 OR, 
 
 Erotic and Pastoral Songs. 
 
il 
 
 I , 
 
 ■I 
 
MADRIGALS 
 
 DONA FELICIANA E. DE GUZMAN. 
 
 DIED ABOUT THE YEAR 1(550. 
 
 
 3 
 
 *' Z>iJo el Amor:' 
 
 On the margin of a brook, 
 Where its Hmpid waters flow, 
 P>er silent, deep and slow, 
 
 Cupid sits. 
 '' Silence ! silence ! flowerets, mind ! 
 Cease your wooings with the wind I- 
 Galatea softly sleeps," 
 
 He repeats. 
 *' Rose : you will not long assume, 
 When you see her blushes bloom — 
 Nor shall I be longer ' Love,' 
 
 If she wakes ; — 
 For, her eyes such arrows 'lance,* 
 If she casts one tender glance, 
 I must yield ! my fate is seal'd ; 
 
 Wake her not ! " 
 
 * Elance. 
 
 t A Poetess is rarely met with amons? Spanish writers, but 
 one who (in any tongue) sounds the praises ol' some other 
 
— 28- 
 
 riETRO TRAPASSI METASTASIO. 
 
 1098-1782. 
 
 •' Drcnins of a sleep tlia' death must break, 
 Alas! hei'ore it l»i(ls MS wake, 
 Ye (lisapi»ear ! " 
 
 Mankique. 
 " Pur nel sou no a /men tahra" 
 
 Since the coy maiden of eyes demure, 
 The h'ght of whose glances my thoughts allure, 
 Comes sometimes, at least, in my dreams obscure, 
 My languishing hopes to sustain : 
 If it be pleasing to you, Amour, 
 Kindly the joys of my dreams assure ; 
 Oh 1 let their charming deceits endure. 
 Or, waken me never again ! 
 
 " beauty," is sucli a " rara avis," as to merit special notice. 
 The racy author f)f the Aiutient «' l^>nl>lnce of Flamenca " 
 (who, by the way, was a most observant fellow), remarks: — 
 
 " When a certain fair dame 
 Is — by her neiu'tbors — extoli'd, 
 
 Well may yon kno*v ' She 's a darling ! ' 
 For in this wid-;- world, 
 There 's no! il.ree women, all told! 
 
 Whom the others agrr e, are not ' ?«(7r-lings. ' " 
 
 A malicious libel, no dt)ubt, which, in liis own words, is 
 t hus expressed ; — 
 
 " Quan las donas sa beutat lauzon, 
 Ben podcs saber bela es ; 
 Qu'en tot lo mon non n'a ges tres 
 En que las autras s'acordesson 
 Que del tot, lur beutat lauzesson." 
 
0. 
 
 t break, 
 - » 
 
 [QUE. 
 
 ure, 
 :ure, 
 
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 —29— 
 GIOVANNI (JHKRARDO I)K' ROSSI. 
 
 1751-1S27. 
 
 *' Arnica I'rifiiavera.'" 
 
 'Tis true, sweet May, 
 
 Thy blosi-oins fall 
 
 IJeneath the summer's fervid gnze ; 
 
 Hut e'er, with each revolving year, 
 'I'hou dost return. 
 In bright array, 
 
 My youlh — in all — 
 
 Out-rival'd thy most tlorid days ; 
 
 Hut now, alas ! its bright career 
 May n'er return 1 
 
 
 'i^t^/ 
 
 I notice, 
 menca " 
 irks : — 
 
 » >» 
 
 rords, is 
 
 FRANCISCO DE 130RJA, 
 
 riilNCK i)V ESQUILACriE.— ir,SO-l().-)S. 
 
 " Pajarillo qite cantas.^ 
 
 Little bird. 
 
 Thou that sofily [)ipest, 
 
 When, with mournful murmur. 
 
 * Tills Pastoral addross to a nlglitinj,'ale by tho Princo of 
 Esquilacbe, is, witliout ddubt, u perfect composition, if not 
 the finest specimen of " Madrigal " extent, which, most as- 
 suredly, cannot be said of any translation. 
 
—30— 
 
 At the break of day, thou wakest, 
 And commoved leavest 
 
 The sombre wood-land, that hearkened to thine 
 
 anguish, 
 Hush : do not wail so sadly, 
 For it is wrong, and distressing, of him who 
 
 sorrows. 
 
 To hear the complaints, in the rosy, smiling 
 morning. 
 
 Drearily, 
 
 Through the sleeping branches, 
 
 Moans the chilly night's wind ; 
 
 With thy plaints, in dismal concert,— 
 
 So, refrain, when thou invokest 
 
 The rays that deck the dewy meadows, in their 
 
 brightness, 
 And disperse those mournful breezes ; 
 For it is wrodg^ and distressing, of him who 
 
 sorrows. 
 
 To hear his complaints, in the rosy, smiling 
 morning. 
 
 All, amid 
 
 This boscage vernant. 
 
 To thy griefs will listen, 
 
 And, from the most adjacent willow, 
 
 m 
 
—31— 
 
 To the most remote, with the 
 
 Pools beneath, the verdant mosses, and the 
 
 gaudy flowers, — 
 By thine amours, be saddened ; 
 For it is wrong, and distressing, of him who 
 
 sorrows, 
 To hear his complaints, in the rosy, smiling 
 
 morning. 
 
 Ask no more — 
 
 For thy menancholy 
 
 Lays — than the attentive 
 
 Audience of the gentle Zephyrs ; 
 
 That the leaves, may slumber 
 
 To the mellow sounds, of thy garulous dis- 
 courses. 
 
 By other birds, most envied ; — 
 
 For it is wrong, and distressing, of him who 
 sorrows. 
 
 To hear his complaints, in the rosy, smiling 
 m.orning. 
 
 
 ^ 
 
—32— 
 
 gutierrp: de cetina. 
 
 DIED, PROnARLY, IN THE YEAR 1500. 
 
 " Ojos daros scrcnos.'" 
 Tell me, eyes of azurn sj)lendor ! 
 
 Since tender looks have won you fame, 
 Why, whene'er I chance to meet you, 
 You but stare in cold disdain ! 
 If, in dreamy softness, sparkling eyes, 
 Your greatest beauty, gleaming lies ; 
 Then, why to me, and me alone, 
 Your genial lustre thus disown ? 
 Dazzling eyes, of azurn splendor ! 
 
 Altho' you scorn my humble flame, 
 
 I hope and pray, that when I meet you, 
 You will deign to look again I 
 
 •.-—If I — ^ • 
 
 PEDRO SOTO DE ROJAS. 
 
 DIED ABOUT THE YEAR 16C0. 
 
 " Pdjaro venturosoT 
 
 The fir.st mellow pipin-s .m' a blr.l at. day-break reaches the 
 car of the captive in his lonely tow.r, and thus he sings:— 
 
 Poised upon some binder spray, 
 Sweet minstrel of the dewy morn, 
 Thou callest to thy gentle mate. 
 
 •i 
 
—33— 
 
 Hark ! thro' the sleepy grove remote, 
 The matin aura wafts thy note 
 
 With throbbing heart, and thrilling throat, 
 She now returns thy greeting lay 
 
 No studied arts thy songs adorn, 
 
 Yet nature blessed thy humble state, 
 Denied thee knowledge, gave thee rest, 
 And banished sorrow from thy breast. 
 
 But I, devoid of fleeting wing, 
 
 Here alone in chains must sing 
 
 Alas ! there's none to hear my words 
 But ye : thrice happy, hai)i)y birds ! 
 
 JACOPO VITTORELLI. 
 
 FROM THE EDITION OF ISIS. 
 
 " Guarda, cJie bianca I una ,'" 
 ( To /rcNC. ) 
 
 See how brightly shines 
 Yon midnight moon ! 
 
 And how clear, 
 
 The azurn ether ! 
 Not a passing aura's 
 Drowsy rune. 
 
 .A 
 
—34-- 
 
 Nor a starry 
 
 Tremule either. 
 From the sombre hedge, 
 7"he nightingale 
 
 To the ash-tree 
 
 Lonely flying, 
 Now in plaintive notes, 
 His love exhales 
 
 And his absent 
 
 Mate replying, 
 In the distant grove 
 From tree to tree. 
 
 Seems to say, " Weep not, 
 
 I'm coming " 
 
 Oh ! what a mellow 
 Wooing-lay, has she ! 
 
 And " Irene," 
 
 How becoming ! 
 
 Ah I but thou know'st not 
 How to answer me^ — 
 
 Thus intoning 
 
 Tender passion. 
 
 
 «r-© 
 
—35- 
 
 GIOVANNI MELI. 
 
 fli 
 
 (SICILIAN.) 
 
 " Dimmi, difnmi apetta car a'' 
 
 Tell me, tell me, little bee, 
 
 Where, so early, dost thou stray ? 
 All is dark, and yonder hills. 
 Still are clad in sombre gray. 
 
 Out upon the misty wold 
 Night distills its gelid dew; 
 But, dear bee, how damp and cold 
 Are thy wings of golden hue ! 
 
 See : the dulcet floweret sleeps, 
 Nodding still with drowsy mien, — 
 Scarce a blushing petal peeps 
 From its modest calyx green. 
 
 What availeth haste to thee ? 
 If the dawning still delay ! 
 Tell me, tell me, little bee, 
 Where so early dost thou stray ? 
 
 " In quest of honey," dost thou go?... 
 Then, those wings fatigue no more ! 
 For a certain place I know, 
 Where thou'lt find an ample store.... 
 
 Tell me, wand'rer ! hast thou seen 
 
-36- 
 
 Little Ruby,* debonairc ? 
 
 None may rival her. 1 wccn ; 
 None for sweetness may compare ! 
 For, her rosy lips distill 
 
 (Can it be unknown to thee ?) 
 Sweets ambrosial, whiere at will 
 May'st thou prove my taste, dear bee. 
 
 ^^to 
 
 THE laiPEROR HIAO-VOU-TI, 
 
 OF THE 
 
 DYNASTRY OF HAN. 
 
 RKIGXKO FROM 140 TO ISG I^ C. 
 
 t The Song of the Oars. 
 
 The winds of ihc autumn are rising, hey ! 
 And dispersing the silvery clouds ; 
 
 •The iiiiine, " Rulty," is subslitutra Tor "Nice," whicli 
 might .sound rather prosy to Entilisli cars, since the possessor 
 oi 8uch swt'Ot ii(\ss should, most dccidt'dly, sccin more tlian 
 nice to a yontli of Ici'en faste. IJesidis, loving lips are always 
 ruby — Aht'Mi : — so they say. 
 
 t " Tseaou foniir ko, hey ! i>a yun lac' ; 
 
 Tsao mou ouang lo, \\v\ \ ii<j;an niiii kouao." 
 
 This couplfl will ^ive some idea of llic sound of the origin- 
 al, whieh I'tads musically enough ; but when sung by Mon- 
 golian fishermen on tlie iSacramento, .some year.s ago, it proved 
 to be ear-reniling to white I'olk. 
 
—37— 
 
 The leaflets are foding and falling, hey ! 
 O'er the meadows in n'intery shrouds. 
 
 The stork and the wild swan returning, hey ! 
 
 To their haunts in the South, now have flown ; 
 The flowers of the " Lan "* tree have wither'd, 
 hey ! 
 
 And the fragrant chrysanthemum blown. 
 
 AVhile I think of the maiden of beauty, hey ! 
 
 Of whom fond recollections abide, 
 My bark — with expectancy — homeward, hey ! 
 
 Spurns lightly the swift '' Iloen's " f tide. 
 
 To the sound of the drum's measur'd beating, 
 hey ! 
 
 Ere the keel touch the wave-beaten shores, 
 I wear away moments of waiting, hey ! 
 
 Improving this song of the oars. 
 
 IK 
 
 V't^vT 
 
 t 
 
 * " Lan," an ashitic plant. 
 
 t " Hoiiu ho," a river of China. 
 
GIOVANNI AGLIO. 
 
 1828. 
 
 " I^f//o veder difiore'' 
 
 'T were sweet to view mid florid scenes, 
 
 The fluttering golden wing, 
 That onward bears from flower to flower, 
 
 The butterfly of the spring : 
 ■'T were sweet to watch the flocks that graze 
 
 Mid shadowy vernant vales, 
 Where May has wreathed her blandest smiles, 
 
 And violets scent the gales : 
 'T were fair to see them scale the slopes 
 
 Of picturesque sun-lit hills, 
 Or slowly down steep winding ways. 
 
 Seek willowy pools and rills : 
 But spring (if Irene be not near) 
 
 No longer may charming be ; 
 Tho' flocks and hills, sweet flowers and vales. 
 
 Waste all of their wiles on me ! 
 
 -♦♦•£> 
 
LETRILLAS. 
 
 A Letrilla is a Short Poem adapted to 
 
 Music. 
 
 & 
 
selei 
 
LETRILLAS. 
 
 JOSE CADALSO. 
 
 17J1-17S2. 
 
 " Let rill a Sati) ica.'^ 
 
 ' ris true, that incense is permitted 
 Within the mystic shrine of Cui)id, 
 
 For I have seen it ; 
 But, that perfumes alone suffice, 
 Without a goldefi sacrifice, 
 
 I don't believe it. 
 
 Tis true, that Flora twines a blossom 
 Amid the lace that veils her bosom, 
 
 For I have seen it ; 
 But, that it's a ruse of woman frail 
 To provoke our gaze to pierce the veil, 
 
 I don't believe it ! 
 
 * The original satire contains 182 lines, from which 48 are 
 selected, transposed and paraphrased. 
 
—42— 
 
 Tis true, the coquette at her mirror smiles 
 And oft' displays more i)oteut wiles, 
 
 For I have seen it ; 
 But, that the crystal's cold reflections 
 Are her dearest predilections, 
 
 No ! I don't believe it ! 
 
 'Tis true, maidens blush and then look down 
 When first they view their bridal gov/n, 
 
 For I have seen it ; 
 But, that their thoughts do not aspire 
 While musing o'er that love attire, 
 
 I don't believe it ! 
 
 'Tis true, in the jealous husband's role, 
 Love excclls as jailor and patrol, 
 
 For I have seen it ; 
 But, that such Argus Tyrants ( e. '--^^eir 
 
 wives. 
 Are unconscious cuckolds all thei' lives, 
 No 1 I don't believe it ! 
 
 Tis true, some as widows mouri to-day 
 O'er their darling consort's hotu } 'd clay, 
 
 For I have seen it ; 
 But, that they would pipe a bl 'dier lay 
 If some handsome suitors passed their way, 
 
 I don't believe it ! 
 
—43— 
 
 'Tis true, to tlie antiquated dame, 
 Oh horrid man > — terror is thy name, 
 
 For 1 have seen it ; 
 ])Ut that her dreams witli mild disparity 
 Recall gay youth with less severity, 
 
 No : I don't believe it ! 
 
 'Tis true, Philosophers with grand })hlegm 
 Assert that " Love 's unknown to them," 
 
 For I have seen it ; 
 But, that they /ie / with both heart and pen. 
 And merit contempt from honest men, 
 
 Say ! who don't believe it? 
 
 ANACRF.ONTIC. 
 
 Who is that descending 
 
 From the hills adjacent, 
 
 A bottle in his grasj) 
 
 And laughter in his eyes ? 
 
 Grape and ivy tendrils 
 
 Wreathe about his temples — 
 Throngs of youths attend him. 
 
 And nymphs encircled round 
 
 To the sound of timbrels 
 
 Wake the dulcet echos, 
 
 Applauding his approach. 
 
 Proclaiming him a hero ! 
 
— 41— 
 
 Great Bacchus it must l)e, 
 I^atl^.cr of the vineyard ; 
 
 But no ! 'tis the Poet, 
 Author of this Satire. 
 
 oi^ 
 
 THE PRINCE OF ESQUILACHE. 
 
 ir)>io-ir)r,s. 
 
 *' FucJitccillas que reis'^ 
 
 LETR \ . 
 
 Ye racy rills that slyly purl 
 
 And with the ])retty pel)l)les dally, 
 
 Tell me truly 
 Where you reckless wantons go ! 
 Past the wooing flowers you hurry, 
 O'er the rugged rocks you worry ; — 
 If you can lull your wayward whirl 
 Amid some cool and sleepy valley, — 
 
 Whisper softly, 
 Why this weary fret and flow ? 
 
—45— 
 
 VUELTAS. 
 
 Among those reeds and sandy rifties, 
 'T were best to stay, to laugh and rii)plc, 
 As babbling brooks among the llowers — 
 Not rush, as torrents, lo the ocean, — 
 
 There to perish 1 
 If joy awakes your wild commotion, 
 
 Tell me truly 
 Where you reckless wantons go ! 
 Past the wooing llowers you hurry. 
 O'er the rugged rocks you worry. 
 
 Since thus vou leave familiar shadows, 
 Loving Howers an.d friendly pebbles 
 (As tho' you dread your native mountains), 
 To fall and foam and brawl unceasing. 
 Along your toilsome, troubled journeys, — 
 If you can lull your wayward whirl 
 Amid some cool and sleepy valley, — 
 
 Whisper sofdy, 
 ^Vhy this weary fret and flow ? 
 
 
-4.6- 
 LUIS DE CAMOENS. 
 
 1524-1579. 
 
 " A'ten^ao de Miraguarda" 
 
 Lady I AVho once has seen 
 
 Your wondrous beauty, 
 Cannot possibly withstand it ; 
 
 If thus you tempt, 
 Who can a single day resist you ? 
 
 In this event 
 
 It might be best, 
 But to behold and not resist, 
 
 Than dare resist 
 
 As well as see ; 
 See and withstand, very well would be, 
 l]ut 
 
 AVho could do it ? 
 
 FRANCESCO MANOEL DE MELO. 
 
 Dip:n 1(5 f)0. 
 
 li 
 
 Aure fresche, aurc Voiantiy 
 
 Genial Aura, hither straying, 
 On some mystic errand bent ; 
 You who passing blandly whisper 
 To each pensive, blushing flower, — 
 Bear upon your languid gales, 
 The missives that my heart exhales I 
 
—47— 
 
 Swiftly, Aura, let your pinions * 
 Waft them to the girl I love ; 
 Sighing, you will tell her truly 
 All the longings of my heart, — 
 Let your ])leadings low and faint, 
 But re-echo my complaint ! 
 
 When your wanton Ze])hyrs revel 
 'Mid her maze of golden hair, 
 And her modest ringlets ravish 
 Of some thoughtless, erring curl, — 
 Let them loose the magic chain 
 That has bound my heart and brain ! 
 
 * In makitij? this translation from the text of F. M. de Molo, 
 the second stanza was omitted, as it seemed to admit of no 
 satisfaotory En-ilish version. Sul)se(inently, while enj^aped 
 upon Italian authors, this poem was found ainon<; the Ballads 
 of Girolanio Treti, who died In 1626, or thirty-four years he- 
 fore F. M. do Mclo. 
 
 The " Ballata " is superior to the " liOfrilla," and is 
 evidently the orijrinal. However, as t lie Enj,'lish translation 
 had already been made (with some measure of success), to 
 dispen>e with th<i lines in (piestion, the lii)erty is taken to 
 rompromise the matter by simply appending a copy of the 
 Stan /a : 
 
 "Con voi parlo, are pietose : 
 Che Costei j)ieti\ non sente. 
 Con voi pianeo, aure ainorose : 
 Ch'al mio pianto ella e ridtMite. 
 
 Voi pietose A iniei martiri 
 
 SoRpinvto a' miei sospiri." 
 
-48- 
 
 If in dreamy; cliarm'd gyrations. 
 You enfold her graceful form, 
 Quench : (at least one fleeting moment) 
 The ardor of her glance, — 
 
 For even while their beams repose, 
 Each latent sparkle warmer glows ! 
 
 .,~,f,--. » 
 PIETRO l\-\OLO PARZANESE. 
 
 1S1U-18.J2. 
 
 •' JDove Vd ? " 
 
 Upon the shallows of a stream, 
 
 The plangent crystals glow and gleam ; 
 
 Flowing, flowing, never resting 
 
 Whither, waves, away ? 
 
 The darting swallows, with the spring, 
 Both come and go on fleeting wing ; 
 
 Flying, Hying, never resting 
 
 Whither, birds, away ? 
 
 Above the Altar, mystic shrouds 
 Of sacred incense wreath in clouds ; 
 
 Rising, rising, never resting. 
 
 Whither, fumes, away ? 
 
—49— 
 
 In youth's ecstatic, dreamy trance, 
 Ye, merry damsels, laugh and dance ; 
 
 Whirling, whirling, never resting 
 
 Whither, maids, away ? 
 
 -;-^^- 
 
 GIOVANNI BERCHET. 
 
 DIED 1853. 
 
 ROMANZO. 
 
 " Va per la selva l>runa 
 Soliii2;o it Trovntor, 
 Domato dal ri^'or 
 
 Delia fort una." 
 
 " // T)-ovator€^' Parodied.^' 
 
 " Out ! in the chilly night " 
 Strayed a love-lorn Troubadour, 
 O'er the bleak and barren moor, 
 
 In the waning lunar light. 
 
 * In this composition the writer pleads guilty ot wiHully 
 mutilatinj;- ^\\ Italian poet, as \v<'ll as pirating an Irish hard ; 
 so, fair critic : 
 
 " lianguendo, gemendo 
 Et genu fleet enilo 
 Adoro, imploro, 
 Ut pordones me ! " 
 5 
 
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 Flush'd ! was the rose that blush'd 
 On the cheeks of the pensive Bard, 
 And the " Lai " that hunger mar'd 
 
 With langor sweetly gush'd. 
 
 Up ! to his '' DarHng's " bower, 
 On the wings of the autumn gale, 
 Soar'd his heart's unmuzzled tale, 
 
 In that ill-fated hour. 
 
 Loud ! snored the lady's sire — 
 Louder ! swell'd the imi)rudent strain, 
 That betray'd the prowling swain, 
 
 To his avenging ire. 
 
 Fear I thrill'd the maiden's breast 
 When she heard " a funeral note " 
 From the minstrel's tortured throat, — 
 
 By her " Pa " unkindly press'd. 
 
 Down ! down the slimy Scarp,* 
 Where the fragrant buzzard gloats 
 Over " debris feline," dogs and stoats, 
 
 Roird — the " Jongleur " and his harp : 
 
 t Scari\ Uito ilic Mcjtf. 
 
—Si- 
 Back ! thro' the sombre night 
 Reel'd a batter'd Troubadour : 
 O'er the spectral midnight moor, 
 Pale Death distill'd his blight ! 
 
 Blanch'd ! were the glows that flush'd 
 Once the cheeks of a rampant Bard, 
 And the " Lai " that discord mar'd 
 
 Was now forever hush'd. 
 
 •i^^J* 
 
 GIORGI BERTOLA. 
 
 1753-1798. 
 
 '' La Farfalla Sulla Rosa.'' 
 
 A FABLE. 
 
 A butterfly once upon a rose 
 Was proudly heard to sing : 
 " For me the budding rose is sweet ! 
 For me alone it blooms ! " 
 Amid the summer's sunny glows 
 She spread her golden wings, 
 And blithe, and boldly did repeat, 
 " For me the roses bloom ! " 
 
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 But, while she (alas ! it must be told) 
 Her queenly rights made known, 
 A rustic maiden, passing by, 
 Espied her wings of gold ! 
 And pausing near the trembling throne 
 She plucked " the pretty fly," 
 And then the rose's bloom ! 
 
 MORAL. 
 
 ^S*^ do not trust, thd fortunes high 
 
 Persuade thee to presume ; 
 But think that thou art still—'' the fly " 
 
 Upon the rose's bloom / 
 
 GIOVANNI GHERARDO DE'ROSSI. 
 
 1754-1S27. 
 
 (( 
 
 Un tencro UsigmioloT 
 
 (TIIK A\U?LE OF TlIK NIGHTINGAI.E AND THE OWLS.) 
 
 A nightingale, 
 That oft-recurrent griefs oppress'd 
 
 (Whose singing seem'd 
 His old misfortunes to recall) 
 
 From out a grove, 
 
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 The sad and sombre night address'd : 
 
 Adjacent stood 
 The ruin of an ancient wall, 
 
 In which a throng 
 Of owls and bats had found a rent ; 
 
 When three grave fowls 
 His lay o'er-heard, they all exclaimed, 
 
 » Ah !— What !— Shall we 
 To our disgrace, at night consent 
 
 That birds of day 
 Should thus presumptuously declaim ?- 
 
 Let this bold bird 
 But hear the concert we can sing ! " 
 
 Thus having said, 
 The owls from their retreat emerged 
 
 With frightful hoots. 
 That thriird the very bones of night ; 
 
 But when the crew 
 Well nigh upon distraction verged, 
 
 The nightingale 
 In silence and disgust took flight ! 
 
 When they beheld 
 Him thus acknowledge his defeat, 
 
 'Mid loud proclaims 
 Of *' Victory ! " they wildly screeched ; 
 Fair Sirs ! saw ye 
 
 a 
 
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 "How yon impostor in retreat, 
 
 Refused to match 
 His stock of melody 'gainst ours 7 " 
 
 MORAL. 
 
 Andacious fools are ever prone, 
 To see no merits but their own, 
 And if from folly wisdom flies. 
 The fool, triumphal Paeans sings ; 
 Though in contempt the motive lies, 
 Por such fugacious Sage's wings. 
 
MELANCHOLICS. 
 
f: 
 
MELANCHOLICS. 
 
 FRANCISCO G. DE QUEVEDO Y VILLEGAS. 
 
 1580-1015. 
 
 " Mire iijera Jiave. 
 
 BKNKATH THE NAMK OF 
 
 JOHNj'H. ROGERS 
 
 THIS TRANSLATION IS INSCKIllED AS A KINDLY TKIBUTE 
 OF MEMORY'S EVERGREEN. 
 
 " Muor glovane colul ch'al olelo 6 care." 
 
 Menandso. 
 
 I. 
 
 I beheld a ship 
 
 With snowy wings, 
 That saird before propitious gales ; 
 
 From the tempest blast 
 
 She seemed secure, 
 And from the rigors of the seas. 
 
 In the ocean depths 
 
 The sunbeams bathed, 
 And sparkled thro' the azurn waves, 
 
 ft 
 
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 And the gallant ship 
 
 With treasure stored, 
 Crowned the parting swells with foam ; 
 
 When with furor wild 
 
 The storm burst round ! 
 Upon the seathing shoals she struck, 
 
 And with such force, 
 
 That a hopeless wreck, 
 Which ruthless wind and waves dispers'd, 
 
 Dismantled there she lay ; 
 
 Leaving (as mementos 
 
 Of her untimely fate) 
 A shattered hulk and broken spars 
 
 To tell the mournful tale. 
 
 II. 
 
 Amid Elysian groves 
 
 A laurel proudly reigned, 
 Thronged with joyous birds, whose singing 
 
 All the senses stole 
 
 From Argus Care ; 
 The verdant glades, in brightest hues, 
 
 Smiled elate to be 
 
 Adorn so gaily. 
 
 While to its leaves 
 The wind in blandest aura sighed : 
 
i 
 
 —59— 
 
 When a sable cloud 
 
 Obscured the sun, 
 
 And shrouding me in gloom, 
 
 Hurled from its midst a deadly ray- 
 Consumed the tree 
 
 And all its gala wreaths of May ! 
 
 III. 
 
 I saw a pulid stream 
 
 With lavish wealth 
 Of purling crystal, flow toying 
 
 With the giddy sands, — 
 
 And in its depths 
 Reflecting all the pretty clouds, 
 
 While, to its florid banks 
 
 It either sighed. 
 Or, for their diversion sang ; 
 
 Like a mirror set 
 
 In emeralds, 
 It seemed to me the brightest gem 
 
 Amid the vale. 
 
 Suddenly a cave 
 Of gloomy aspect yawned before ! 
 
 And like a pall 
 
 The darkness fell 
 ITpon the silenced flood, as through 
 
_6o— 
 
 Its dismal portals 
 
 The fountain sped, 
 And was lost from view forever ! 
 
 While its current brief 
 
 Was soon restored 
 With tears by those who wept its loss. 
 
 IV. 
 
 A finch of varied dyes, 
 
 Suggesting plumes 
 Of gold and flowers, with mellow pipe 
 
 (The Alba * minstrel 
 
 Who awakes the morn) 
 In praise of boundless liberty 
 
 And heart's content, 
 
 Both sweet and blithely sang ; 
 When on a green retired bough, 
 
 In leafy shades 
 
 Enticed to perch, 
 I saw its galas crushed within 
 
 A serpent's f power. 
 
 Whose seried coils 
 
 • «« Alba" : Aubade, or matin song. 
 
 t The liberty ixh(^ro taken of substituting a 'serpent' for 
 the.^-limo and toils of tlie bird oatchor, as embodied in the 
 oriHR; not as an improvement however, but merely as a 
 simplification. 
 
_6i— 
 
 Soon hushed its wildly beating wings, 
 
 And changed its scarce 
 
 Acquired song 
 To doleful wails and sad complaint. 
 
 V. 
 
 But the ship attained 
 Its port at last, 
 And hence the laurel was transplanted, — 
 From which the angels 
 Now are weaving crowns ; 
 The fountain, purified, from these 
 Arid deserts flowed 
 To join the Fount of Grace ; 
 While the bird, with sweeter song, 
 A seraph,— haunts 
 Celestial groves. 
 Where nau^^^ht may rob its lofty nest ; 
 So those who mourn 
 For Doi. Luis, 
 Do not know that Bird and Laurel, 
 Ship and Fountain, 
 Have in heaven — 
 Where they are gathered — nest and JJoivers, 
 Port and endless course. 
 
— 62 — 
 
 DON ALONSO DE ERCILLA. 
 
 1533-1594. 
 
 In enumerating the treasures of Don Quixote's 
 library, Cervantes ranks the Araucajia among the 
 rarest gems of the Castih'an Muse, and yet he seems 
 to have failed to duly appreciate Ercilla when he 
 ventures to exalt Virues and Juan Rufo to the same 
 level, for Ercilla has been justly styled the " Homer 
 of Spain " ; and in one respect he surpasses both 
 Virgil and Homer by being a hero himself. 
 
 Similar to that of " Camoens," the life of Ercilla is 
 but a record of noble and loyal services, repaid with 
 the most heartless neglect; and to this, probably, is 
 due the incompletion of the " Araucana." 
 
 After producinc; upwards of eighteen thousand lines 
 of this brilliant historical poem, he succumbs to the 
 blight of royal disf vor, and abruptly leaves the 
 thankless task to s- ■ ." more favored genius, who un- 
 fortunately has nc et appeared, although two young 
 aspirants, '• Os*"- and " Pedro de Ona," have 
 ventured and faileo 
 
 The following are his concluding stanzas, addressed 
 to the king, Felipe II : — 
 
 STANZAS FROM THE ARAUCANA. 
 
 CANTO XXXV 1 1. 
 
 Altho' my never-tiring earnest care 
 Is more intense to-day to serve thee. 
 Dismayed at last, my weary hopes despair 
 At seeing water always hurled upon me ; 
 
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 And now, as toward my joiirne}'s end I fare, 
 I find my way-worn bark to be. 
 By advetse fortune e'er opposed, 
 Distant from the end and port proposed. 
 
 But tho' my wayward star witli waning glow 
 Has left me thus to drift unguided, 
 Yet Time's unerring chart will show 
 That straight among the shoals I glided ; 
 And tho' tainter still my })rospects grow. 
 The premium lies /;/ having earned it ^ — 
 And honours earned are more I trow. 
 Than laurels worn unmerited ; 
 
 ii: 
 
 For the sordid, craven, mean disfavor 
 That keeps my life submerged in gloom. 
 Suspends my hand from further labor. 
 Constrains me here to stay my plume \ 
 So I refrain, since it comports 
 The deeds that grace thy 'lustrious courts, 
 And themes thy lofty thoughts inspire. 
 That some other genius wake the lyre. 
 
 * These lamous liiKs; 
 
 " Y liis iK^iioras consiston, no on tt n^rlas 
 Sino en solo arrilmr !\ intM'oroi !a^■. " 
 
 Literally translated are: 
 
 "And honours eoii'^ist. not in havin<>: thetn, 
 liiU only in atlaininjj to merit tiion)." 
 
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 And since that from the last and utmost bound 
 My bark can scarcely further blow, 
 And of the bourne that doubts and fears surround 
 The most knowing pilot:, nothing know; 
 Perceiving now what little space remains, 
 I wish to finish living e're the lot 
 Of life's uncertain tenure wanes, 
 So many seasons erring and distraught. 
 
 For tho' deferred until its recent date 
 Has now reduced me to the last resort. 
 Yet well I know 'tis n'er too late 
 To turn to God, altho' the time be short ; — 
 As to His mercy all may have access, 
 And none, though deep in sin, need e're despair, 
 Since God forgets the sin's excess, 
 But not the deeds of merit fair. 
 
 And I, who to the world so reckless gave 
 My life in all its florid vigor. 
 And e'er to vain, illusive hopes a slave, 
 Pursued their headlong course with rigor ; 
 Beholding now the empty harvest (save 
 The tardy knowledge of mine error), 
 From now henceforth this thought shall bring 
 Me much to mourn but naught to sing. 
 
-6s- 
 
 ir, 
 
 GIACOMO LEOPARDI. 
 
 1798-1835. 
 
 '« Conforme ebber natvira 
 Le foglie e I'uman seme." 
 
 CANTO XXXV. 
 
 *' Lung'i dal proprio ramor 
 
 '' Distant from thy native branch, 
 Whither fliest ? 
 Fragile leaf." 
 
 ^' By boisterous winds unkindly torn, 
 From my parent beech I'm borne 
 Whirl'd from wood-land to the plain, 
 And on from vale to hill again ; 
 
 Further ever I am blown '. 
 
 A pilgrim to some distant bourne, 
 Name and clime to me unknown, 
 I go the way that all things go ; 
 Whither rose and laurel blow." 
 
 % 
 
 6 
 
—66— 
 riETRO I'RAPASSI METASTASIO. 
 
 1G98-1782. 
 
 (( 
 
 Si am 7iavi'' 
 
 As ships, we live 
 
 Abandoned to the wint'ry waves ; 
 Our passions give 
 
 The wind that bleak and wildly raves ; 
 C)ur pleasures lie 
 
 As reefs and shoals upon our lee ; 
 Our lives supi)ly 
 
 The stormy, ever-changing sea ; 
 And reason fain 
 
 Would be the pilot of our course,— 
 But all in vain, 
 
 Since pride subverts its best resource. 
 
 JOSE ANTONIO MAITIN, 
 
 A NATIVE OF PUERTO-CABELT-0. 
 
 " Choronir 
 
 How fliir to see the brooklet gliding 
 In bubbling eddies down the vale ; 
 
 Its flecks of foam to flowers confiding 
 That stoop to hear their mystic tale. 
 
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 And wliile the errant breeze is l)lo\ving 
 In weird gyrations o'er the lake, 
 
 To see the laughing waters flowing 
 In mazy ripples in its wake. 
 
 And when the sun with ardor beaming 
 Suspended midway o'er the earth, 
 
 Upon the Minting meadows gleaming. 
 Consumes the arid plains with dearth, — 
 
 How sweet to roam 'mid cool expanses 
 Of sylvan-shadow'd verdant glades. 
 
 And see the fountain's sparkling glances 
 Glimmering from the luring shades ! 
 
 And see the clouds with crimson lining. 
 Adorn with bars of burning gold. 
 
 As toward the west the sun declining. 
 In mantling mists its rays enfolds. 
 
 Or when in morning's twilight fading, 
 The stars at last recede from sight ; 
 
 How fair to see the dawn pervading 
 
 The eastern heavens, warm and bright ! 
 
 And see the pearly dew-drops pendant 
 That trembling to the stamens cleave, 
 
 Or hang in beaded rows resplendent 
 Around the crisp, serrated leaves ; 
 
 
—68— 
 
 And then to hear the echos telling 
 The mournful descants of the doves,* 
 
 Whose wooings seem like sorrow's welling 
 Far more than greetings of the Loves — 
 
 And hear the linnet wildly singing, 
 Who, thrills of tenderness, betrays, 
 
 When on some lofty ramal swinging. 
 He there salutes the dawning rays.. 
 
 Oh ! careless birds on fleeting pinions 
 Who free in quest of joyance rove, 
 
 I envy thee thy fair dominions. 
 
 Thy flowers, thy hills, and vernant groves ! 
 
 I'll seek amid thy songs for pleasure ; 
 
 For peace I'll haunt thy woods and glades, 
 And give my sorrows ample leisure 
 
 For grateful solace in the shades ! 
 
 * The mourning doves of the tropics. 
 
 '* Tlie wakeful nightingale 
 All night long lier amorous descant sung." 
 
 Milton. 
 
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 DONA GERTRUDIS G. DE AVELLANEDA. 
 
 1810. 
 
 " Y ill, tierno A mantel * 
 
 Tell me, thou vain erring mortal, 
 Whose folHes and fears 
 Throng the tear-laden years 
 Of thy pilgrimage brief, 
 What may stern destiny conquer, 
 Charm sadness away 
 And remove or allay 
 Thy bitterest grief? 
 
 • The original poom is most gracefully addressed to a tender 
 lover, but in translating tlie concluding lines the character 
 seemed to be well worthy of promotion, so an attempt was 
 made to exalt a sentimental "Trova" to the dignity of a 
 grave "Sirvento." 
 
 For those who would have it " Couleur de rose," here is the 
 first stanza. (Pipe it softly ! ) : 
 
 " Y tu, tierno Amante 
 Que trlste suspiras 
 De ausencia las iras, 
 De olvldo el rigor, 
 Qu6 balsamo suave 
 Mitiga tu pena, 
 Y encanta y serena 
 Tu acerbo dolor? .... " 
 
 I- 
 
—70— 
 
 Tliou, exalted Hope, only 
 Art superior to fate, 
 For thou soarest elate 
 
 From the regions of gloom ; 
 Thy flowers are perennials 
 That 'mid glacial snows, 
 Or, where arid sand glows. 
 Ever flourish and bloom ! 
 
CANCIONES; 
 
 OR, 
 
 LAYS. 
 
ti 
 a 
 11 
 
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 li 
 
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CANCIONES. 
 
 GIL VICENTE. 
 
 ^^ * 
 
 r>iEn i')5T. 
 " Can^aor 
 
 So graceful is the maiden, 
 
 And so charming ; 
 Oh ! what can be as handsome 
 
 Or so pleasing ? 
 
 Tell me, genial sailor, 
 
 You who rove propitious seas. 
 If the stars or ships and sails 
 Are as charming ! 
 
 * It may be well to state that this little poem is not a selec- 
 tion (it being simply a paraphrase of a lew lines at present 
 available to the translator), as this poet is not only famous a.> 
 the author " El Auto, de Don Luis (1(> los Turcos " and other 
 works of genius, but as the victim oC a most unnatural 
 rival his father; who bore the same name and was 
 also a poet, but of less merit. Envying his son's success, h.- 
 caused him to be exiled to India, where, like a hero upon a 
 hard fought lield, he died ; " onde deo hem a conhecer quanto 
 nao tinha menos mao para a penna, que para a espada." 
 
 » ■.t'.-iit^ ^.^... 
 
—74— 
 
 Tell inc, gallant soldier, 
 
 You who bear the blazoned shield, 
 If your charger, sword and mail 
 Are as handsome I 
 
 Tell me, gentle she])herd. 
 You who herd upon the leas, 
 If the flocks or hills and vales 
 Are as pleasing ! 
 
 
 ANONYMOUS. 
 
 FROM THE "CANCION]:UO" OF 1511. 
 
 " Cortedar 
 
 *' Tor fait a do conocer. ' 
 
 To loose a lady's favor 
 Thro' the want of wise discretion 
 One should never have been born ! 
 
 Among the llowers I lost her ! 
 While weaving rosy garlands 
 She with eyes averted gazed, 
 And her cheeks with crimson blazed 
 
—75- 
 
 For she softly spoke of love ! 
 
 Her words were no avail ! 
 Oh: 
 
 I knew not what to say 1 — 
 I should never liave been born ! 
 
 Among the flowers I lost her, 
 As wreathed with rosy garlands 
 She whispered me her love '. — 
 Disconcerted and amazed 
 I stood paraly/ed and dazed, — 
 
 For among the llowers she fainted ! 
 
 Her ruse was no avail ! 
 
 Oh! 
 
 I knew not what to do ! — 
 I should never have been born I 
 
 ANONYMOUS. 
 
 FROM TIIK " CANCIONEK')" OF loll. 
 
 " Fucs por besartc,'' 
 
 I know it 's for kissing you, boy, 
 That mother is angr)' with me ; 
 So give me back ([uickly, my dear, 
 That kiss you took from me 1 
 
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 Return it with hearty good will 
 
 That mother may chide me no more, 
 
 And then we can say, " We are still 
 As good and as safe as before." 
 
 There's sometimes a pleasure you know, 
 
 In paying a dcl)t that you owe, 
 
 So give me back quickly, my dear. 
 
 That kiss you took from me I 
 
 For God's sake return me the kiss I 
 
 To silence an exigent mother. 
 Or if you think this concession amiss, 
 
 Would you please to exchange for another ? 
 'T would avenge us of grumblers you know, 
 By paying this debt that you owe. 
 So give me back quickly, my dear. 
 That kiss you took from me I 
 
 FRANCISCO DE RIOJO. 
 
 DIED IGoS. 
 
 " Pip-a, eucendida j^osa^ 
 
 Say ! thou ^-lushing rose, that rival'st 
 Yonder ])urpling, misty east. 
 
 Wherefore dost thou bloom so gaily, 
 If thou knowest that thine aae 
 
-77— 
 
 Is, of all tl.e flowers, the least ? 
 
 Neither thorns, the' close arraying, 
 Nor thy regal purple bloom 
 
 Ar^ one moment brief delaying 
 The fell rigour of thy doom,! 
 
 Soon, alas 1 thy dewy petals, 
 Smiling careless of their fate, 
 
 All will tiutter, parched and wither'd, 
 
 Where despoiling shadows wait. 
 
 • ♦ « ♦ 
 
 Scarce thy gaudy plumes unfoldest 
 
 To the genial solar ray. 
 Ere to earth thou fallest fainting, 
 
 Having lived thy 'lotted day ; 
 Ah ! so swiftly time is flowing 
 
 That I know iiot if the dew, 
 Weeps thy bud, th}/ blossom blowing, 
 
 Or thy faded leaves, adieu. 
 
 <3<>*^ 
 
 
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 TilE CAPTIVE OF ''OCllALI."* 
 
 ANONYMOUS. Fi;OM Till-: " CANCIONKIIO " OF 1511. 
 
 By singing the iravcller dicers his journey ; f 
 The mariner, plowing the ocean, sings, 
 And singing beguiles tlie toiler's labor, — 
 So the i)hiintive lover transmits a prayer 
 To liis indurate mistress l)y singing ; 
 But, f. oin the light of my sorrow so far, 
 How can /, af/io/ig aliens sing? 
 
 * "Ochali," Viceroy of Aruoi, tlio tcTrihlD Corsair whoso 
 fleet was destroyed in llie battle of Lepanto. 
 
 t Camoons seems to have liad this poem in mind, when, as 
 a shipwreckeil mariner, he eom])osed his benutiful " Redon- 
 dilhas " on the banks of the river " Mecon " of India, in loGO : 
 
 •» Catita o eaminhante ledo, 
 NO (.'iiminho trabalhoso, 
 T'or entre o espesso arvoredo; 
 E de noite o temeroso 
 (.'antando refrea o niedo. 
 Canla o preso doceinente, 
 Os dnros i^rillioes toeando ; 
 Canla o segador contented ; 
 K o trabalhador eantando, 
 () tai^alho menos sente." 
 
 And later, the Spanish poet, " Pedro de Salas," who died in 
 1638, in his "Comi)lainls of aii exile" : 
 
 " Al son d(; las prisiones 
 
 En que ansente del patrio reino vivo, 
 
 Conio aie^ios euneiones 
 
 Puetle eantar mi corazon cautlvo? " 
 
—79— 
 
 The ganilous birds, wiili wild inL-Iody 
 Welcome tlie rays of tlic blushing morn, 
 But in the depths of this gloomy al)ode, 
 When will the day ever dawn for me ? 
 If my life is one long lamentation, 
 What can I of sweet harmony know? 
 If in exile I wee}) for my country, 
 Ho7C can /, anion^:; aliens sini; ? 
 
 The agon\- of the direst torture, 
 
 The most cruel I'angs diat love can give, 
 If the object of our love is present, 
 In tliat dear presence finds relief; 
 But, far from the joy for which I weep ! 
 How siKdl I ([uell this ardent longing? 
 Alone, a prey to grief and cruel chains \ 
 How can /, among aliens sing ? 
 
 'Tis said, tlie dying swan by singing 
 Celebrates the obse(|uies of its death, 
 As tio', its approaching end divining, 
 It v/ould reconcile itself with song; 
 So I, amid this constant anguish, 
 Also feel tlie cheerless hour a^iproach, — 
 But knmv, alas ! my dismal late ordains ; 
 T/iat I may not, among a liens sing. 
 
 il» » > 
 
— 8o — 
 
 
 CALDERON. 
 
 A fragment from " La vida es suenoy 
 
 'Tis said, a roving sage was one find day 
 So poor and miserable indeed, 
 
 That he appeased his hunger by the way 
 Upon the leaves of a wayside weed : 
 '' Can there be," quoth he within himself, 
 
 " A more poverty stricken elf? " 
 
 Here he paused, and sadly glancing round, 
 This answer to his query found : 
 Another " Sage " had just collected 
 The withered leaves that he rejected t 
 
 mM 
 
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RHYMES. 
 
 " Nulhs horn non pot ben ch.antar 
 Sens iniar ; 
 Pero, s'ieu aguos 
 Gaya Domna, tal que m plagues, 
 Ges non sui tan Jesesperatz 
 Qu'ieu non chans, si fos amatz.'' 
 
 Eli AS Caiuki.s, 
 
 » I « » *■ 
 
APOLOGY. 
 
 There can be iiotliing more fatal to the success '>( 
 the first i^ublication of a versifier, than the unwarrant- 
 able obtrusion u})on his readers, of prcnticc-a^ork 
 under the denomination of " early " or " occasional 
 poems." 
 
 Without presuming to account for their presence in 
 the works of others, I have no hesitancy in admitting 
 that in the present instance they are simply employed 
 as •' padding," hence the necessity of an apology. 
 
 Less than a year ago, with a fair knowledge of 
 French and S])anish, sui)plemented by a smatteriiig 
 of the Crascon dialect, I began the study of mediaeval 
 poets. 
 
 Commencing with the Troubadours, I devoted every 
 leisure moment and much "midnight oil" to ihe 
 acquisition of languages and making translations, so 
 that by the end of October my little undertaking 
 1 cached its present dimensions, and in a few weeks 
 more would have attained the limit set for my fn>t 
 venture — one hundred })ages. 
 
 Unfortunately, unforseen events have necessitated 
 the premature publication of the book, and the filling 
 out of the concluding pages wnth a variety of rubbish, 
 which, otherwise, on no account would have api)eared. 
 
 Hoping that all who invest in a copy of these 
 translations may find hi. them the worth of their money, 
 and kindly accept this apology, a)id the padd'uig to 
 boot, I aspire to be, fair reader. 
 
 Your very attentive servitor, 
 
 CH. J. pARHAM. 
 Ottawa, Nov. ist, 18S7. 
 

 
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 •« Doiin la flno aygueto 
 Tout I'an A I'oumbroto 
 Mill calllaou yaqueto." 
 
 Jasmix. 
 
 Beneath these nodding branches, 
 To the brooklet's drowsy murmurs, 
 And the leaflet's soft susurrus. 
 In the shadows I would sleep. 
 
 Let your pinions, rosy fancy, 
 
 Waft my thoughts beyond the ether- 
 Past the filmy, soaring cirrus — 
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 For, 
 Beneath these nodding branches, 
 To the brooklet's drowsy murmurs, 
 And the leaflet's soft susurrus, — 
 In the shadows I would sleep. 
 
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 'Mong the olives, vines and roses, 
 
 Wreathed with orange flowers and myrtle. 
 Kindly, fancy, let thtm dally 
 With your visions of fair women: 
 
 In that blest elysian realm 
 
 Where they fear not for to-morrow — 
 Feel no past nor present sorrow — 
 Let them rest ; 
 For, 
 Beneath these nodding branches, 
 To the brooklet's drowsy murmurs, 
 And the leaflet's soft susurrus, — 
 In the shadows I would sleep. 
 
 AVhen the ancient reaper's sickle 
 Lays me low among the daisies, 
 May this spirit fade as quickly — 
 May its fate be that of flowers ! 
 
 In some floral-spirit realm, 
 Where they fear not for to-morrow — 
 Feel no past nor present sorrow — 
 Let it rest ! 
 For, 
 Beneath these nodding branches. 
 To the brooklet's drowsy murmurs, 
 And the leaflet's soft susurrus, — 
 In the shadows I would sleep. 
 
—86 
 
 lEU VOLGRA SER AUZEL. 
 
 Tis said of a bird 
 That i)ipes its lay, 
 When the stars of ev'ning peep, 
 That a zephyr wafts 
 His song away, 
 To where the roses sleep ; 
 And if softly through 
 The sleeping groves, 
 With his dulcet burden flying. 
 The zephyr finds 
 A budding rose, 
 In calyx bondage sighing ; 
 lie quickly shakes 
 A magic tone, 
 From his echo-laden plumes ; 
 And soon an ardent. 
 Loving wanton 
 In blushing fragrance blooms ! 
 Moral Reflection :— " Would I ivere a bird / " 
 
 gSlf^ 
 
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 MARGARITAS. 
 
 '• De mortuls nil nisi bouiini." 
 
 If warmth of passion 
 Make venal i)leasures dear 
 
 To mortality, 
 Breathe but compassion.... 
 Here weep a silent tear, 
 
 O'er frail humanity. 
 
 If chants of requiem 
 Wail souls to purer spheres 
 
 Of immortality, 
 
 Breathe no detraction 
 
 Far from these funeral biers, 
 
 The blight of infamy 1 
 
 -mm' 
 
 LOVE'S INDICES. 
 
 Each ray that beams from sparkling eyes, 
 Is but the course that Cupid flies. 
 
 In some congenial si)irit's quest. 
 Each glow that dyes the maiden's cheek, 
 Is but a Love that flies to greet, 
 And welcome Cupid to her nest. 
 
—88— 
 
 The pulse that thrills with ardent beat 
 When hands unconscious chance to meet, 
 
 Foretells the fate of hearts the best. 
 The sighs exhaled from rosy lips, 
 Are each a pledge the soul emits — 
 
 A kiss pawns all *!ie rest ! 
 
 SPRING POETS' CHORUS. 
 
 We do but sing 
 
 Because we must, 
 And pipe but as 
 
 The donkeys sing ; * 
 With swelling lays 
 
 Inspired, we " bu'st " 
 In " love-he-haws ! " 
 
 Re-echoing : 
 
 He-haw !-IIe-haw ! 
 
 'Tis love we sing ; 
 To-all-ye-sportive 
 
 Nymphs in spring ! 
 
 • '• We do but King because we must 
 And pipe but as the linnets sing." — 
 
 A Orape front a Thorn. 
 
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