My lips e'er ask'd.—Speak to me once, my boy, meet For a crown'd conqueror!— Hark! the trumpet's voice! [A sound of triumphant music is heard gradu- Is't not a thrilling call?-What drowsy spell Ans. There fled a noble spirit! Con. Disturb him not! Ans. [He dies. The strife is past. Hush! he sleeps Alas! this is no sleep From which the eye doth radiantly unclose: [The music continues approaching. GUIDO Gui. The shrines are deck'd, the festive torches blaze Where is our brave deliverer?-We are come Ans. Ye come too late. The voice of human praise doth send no echo [The music ceases. Pro. (after a pause.) Is this dust I look on-Raimond ?—'tis but sleep—a smile Oh, God! and this was his triumphant day! Con. (starting.) Art thou his father? I know thee now.-Hence! with thy dark stern eye, And thy cold heart! Thou canst not wake him now! Away! he will not answer but to me, For none like me hath loved him! He is mine! Pro. Oh! he knew Thy love, poor maid!-Shrink from me now no more ! He knew thy heart-but who shall tell him now -Why, what a world is this !-Truth ever bursts [He throws himself upon the body of RAIMOND. [Curtain falls. ΑΝΝΟΤΑΤΙΟΝ ON "THE VESPERS OF PALERMO." "The Vespers of Palermo was the earliest of the dramatic productions of our author. The period in which the scene is laid, is sufficiently known from the title of the play. The whole is full of life and action. The same high strain of moral propriety marks this piece as all others of her writings. The hero is an enthusiast for glory, for liberty, and for virtue: and on his courage, his forbearance, the integrity of his love, making the firmness of his patriotism appear doubtful, rests the interest of the plot. It is worthy of remark, that some of its best parts have already found their way into an excellent selection of pieces for schools, and thus contribute to give lessons of morality to those who are most susceptible of the interest of tragedy. "It may not be so generally remembered, that the same historical event was made the subject of a French tragedy, about the same time that the English one was written, and by a poet now of very great popularity in France. We hesitate not to give the preference to Mrs Hemans, for invention and interest, accurate delineation of character, and adherence to probability. Both the tragedies are written in a style of finished elegance."-PROFESSOR NORTON in North American Review, 1827. SONGS OF THE CID. The following ballads are not translations from the Spanish, but are founded upon some of the "wild and wonderful " traditions preserved in the romances of that language, and the ancient poem of the Cid. THE CID'S DEPARTURE INTO EXILE. WITH Sixty knights in his gallant train, To march o'er field, and to watch in tent, Through his olive-woods the morn-breeze play'd, With a thoughtful spirit his way he took, weary hours! The pennons were spread, and the band array'd, There was not a steed in the empty stall, Then a dim tear swell'd to the warrior's eye, But the trumpet blew, with its note of cheer, gone from the towers of his own Bivar! THE CID'S DEATHBED. It was an hour of grief and fear Within Valencia's walls, When the blue Spring-heaven lay still and clear Above her marble halls. |