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A panic terror spread unto the hindmost of the throng。



Together with these two good knights; the champions of the sky;

The Christians rallied and began to smite full sore and high;

The Moors raised up their voices and by the Koran swore

That in their lives such deadly fray they ne'er had seen before。



Down went the misbelievers;fast sped the bloody fight;

Some ghastly and dismembered lay; and some half dead with fright:

Full sorely they repented that to the field they came;

For they saw that from the battle they should retreat with shame。



Another thing befell them;they dreamed not of such woes;

The very arrows that the Moors shot front their twanging bows

Turned back against them in their flight and wounded them full

sore;

And every blow they dealt the foe was paid in drops of gore。



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Now he that bore the crosier; and the papal crown had on;

Was the glorified Apostle; the brother of Saint John;

And he that held the crucifix; and wore the monkish hood;

Was the holy San Millan of Cogolla's neighborhood。







SAN MIGUEL; THE CONVENT



(SAN MIGUEL DE LA TUMBA)



BY GONZALO DE BERCEO





San Miguel de la Tumba is a convent vast and wide;

The sea encircles it around; and groans on every side:

It is a wild and dangerous place; and many woes betide

The monks who in that burial…place in penitence abide。



Within those dark monastic walls; amid the ocean flood;

Of pious; fasting monks there dwelt a holy brotherhood;

To the Madonna's glory there an altar high was placed;

And a rich and costly image the sacred altar graced。



Exalted high upon a throne; the Virgin Mother smiled;

And; as the custom is; she held within her arms the Child;

The kings and wise men of the East were kneeling by her side;

Attended was she like a queen whom God had sanctified。



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Descending low before her face a screen of feathers hung;

A moscader; or fan for flies; 'tis called in vulgar tongue;

From the feathers of the peacock's wing 't was fashioned bright

and fair;

And glistened like the heaven above when all its stars are there。



It chanced that; for the people's sins; fell the lightning's

blasting stroke:

Forth from all four the sacred walls the flames consuming broke;

The sacred robes were all consumed; missal and holy book;

And hardly with their lives the monks their crumbling walls

forsook。



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But though the desolating flame raged fearfully and wild;

It did not reach the Virgin Queen; it did not reach the Child;

It did not reach the feathery screen before her face that shone;

Nor injure in a farthing's worth the image or the throne。



The image it did not consume; it did not burn the screen;

Even in the value of a hair they were not hurt; I ween;

Not even the smoke did reach them; nor injure more the shrine

Than the bishop hight Don Tello has been hurt by hand of mine。



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SONG



She is a maid of artless grace;

Gentle in form; and fair of face;



Tell me; thou ancient mariner;

  That sailest on the sea;

If ship; or sail or evening star

  Be half so fair as she!



Tell me; thou gallant cavalier;

  Whose shining arms I see;

If steel; or sword; or battle…field

  Be half so fair as she!



Tell me; thou swain; that gnard'st thy flock

  Beneath the shadowy tree;

If flock; or vale; or mountain…ridge

  Be half so fair as she!





SANTA TERESA'S BOOK…MARK



(LETRILLA QUE LLEVABA POR REGISTRO EN SU BREVIARIO)



BY SANTA TERESA DE AVILA



Let nothing disturb thee;

Nothing affright thee;

All things are passing;

God never changeth;

Patient endurance

Attaineth to all things;

Who God possesseth

In nothing is wanting;

Alone God sufficeth。







FROM THE CANCIONEROS



I



EYES SO TRISTFUL; EYES SO TRISTFUL



(OJOS TRISTES; OJOS TRISTES)



BY DIEGO DE SALDANA



Eyes so tristful; eyes so tristful;

Heart so full of care and cumber;

I was lapped in rest and slumber;

Ye have made me wakeful; wistful!



In this life of labor endless

Who shall comfort my distresses?

Querulous my soul and friendless

In its sorrow shuns caresses。

Ye have made me; ye have made me

Querulous of you; that care not;

Eyes so tristful; yet I dare not

Say to what ye have betrayed me。





II



SOME DAY; SOME DAY



(ALGUNA VEZ)



BY CRISTOBAL DE GASTILLOJO



Some day; some day

O troubled breast;

Shalt thou find rest。



If Love in thee

To grief give birth;

Six feet of earth

Can more than he;

There calm and free

And unoppressed

Shalt thou find rest。



The unattained

In life at last;

When life is passed;

Shall all be gained;

And no more pained;

No more distressed;

Shalt thou find rest。





III



COME; O DEATH; SO SILENT FLYING



(VEN; MUERTE TAN ESCONDIDA)



BY EL COMMENDADOR ESCRIVA



Come; O Death; so silent flying

That unheard thy coming be;

Lest the sweet delight of dying

Bring life back again to me。

For thy sure approach perceiving;

In my constancy and pain

I new life should win again;

Thinking that I am not living。

So to me; unconscious lying;

All unknown thy coming be;

Lest the sweet delight of dying

Bring life back again to me。

Unto him who finds thee hateful;

Death; thou art inhuman pain;

But to me; who dying gain;

Life is but a task ungrateful。

Come; then; with my wish complying;

All unheard thy coming be;

Lest the sweet delight of dying

Bring life back again to me。





IV



GLOVE OF BLACK IN WHITE HAND BARE



Glove of black in white hand bare;

And about her forehead pale

Wound a thin; transparent veil;

That doth not conceal her hair;

Sovereign attitude and air;

Cheek and neck alike displayed

With coquettish charms arrayed;

Laughing eyes and fugitive;

This is killing men that live;

'T is not mourning for the dead。







FROM THE SWEDISH AND DANISH





PASSAGES FROM FRITHIOF'S SAGA



BY ESAIAS TEGNER



I



FRITHIOF'S HOMESTEAD



Three miles extended around the fields of the homestead; on three

sides

Valleys and mountains and hills; but on the fourth side was the

ocean。

Birch woods crowned the summits; but down the slope of the

hillsides

Flourished the golden corn; and man…high was waving the

rye…field。

Lakes; full many in number; their mirror held up for the

mountains;

Held for the forests up; in whose depths the high…horned

reindeers

Had their kingly walk; and drank of a hundred brooklets。

But in the valleys widely around; there fed on the greensward

Herds with shining hides and udders that longed for the

milk…pail。

'Mid these scattered; now here and now there; were numberless

flocks of

Sheep with fleeces white; as thou seest the white…looking stray

clouds;

Flock…wise spread o'er the heavenly vault when it bloweth in

springtime。

Coursers two times twelve; all mettlesome; fast fettered storm…

winds;

Stamping stood in the line of stalls; and tugged at their fodder。

Knotted with red were their manes; and their hoofs all white with

steel shoes。

Th' banquet…hall; a house by itself; was timbered of hard fir。

Not five hundred men (at ten times twelve to the hundred)

Filled up the roomy hall; when assembled for drinking; at

Yule…tide。

Through the hall; as long as it was; went a table of holm…oak;

Polished and white; as of steel; the columns twain of the

High…seat

Stood at the end thereof; two gods carved out of an elm…tree:

Odin with lordly look; and Frey with the sun on his frontlet。

Lately between the two; on a bear…skin (the skin it was

coal…black;

Scarlet…red was the throat; but the paws were shodden with

silver);

Thorsten sat with his friends; Hospitality sitting with Gladness。

Oft; when the moon through the cloudrack flew; related the old

man

Wonders from distant lands he had seen; and cruises of Vikings

Far away on the Baltic; and Sea of the West and the White Sea。

Hushed sat the listening bench; and their glances hung on the

graybeard's

Lips; as a bee on the rose; but the Scald was thinking of Brage;

Where; with his silver beard; and runes on his tongue; he is

seated

Under the leafy beech; and tells a tradition by Mimer's

Ever…murmuring wave; himself a living tradition。

Midway the floor (with thatch was it strewn) burned ever the

fire…flame

Glad on its stone…built hearth; and thorough the wide…mouthed

smoke…flue

Looked the stars; those heavenly friends; down into the great

hall。

Round the walls; upon nails of steel; were hanging in order

Breastplate and helmet together; and here and there among them

Downward lightened a sword; as in winter evening a star shoots。

More than helmets and swords the shields in the hall were

resplendent;

Whit

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