The Literary History of Spanish AmericaMacmillan, 1916 - 495 páginas |
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Página 457 - Caminabas; Y la luna llena Por los cielos azulosos, infinitos y profundos, esparcía su luz [blanca. Y tu sombra, Fina y lánguida, Y mi sombra, Por los rayos de la luna proyectadas. Sobre las arenas tristes De la senda se juntaban, Y eran una, Y eran una, Y eran una sola sombra larga, Y eran una sola sombra larga, Y eran una sola sombra larga...
Página 96 - Waves innumerable Urge on and overtake the waves before, And disappear in thunder and in foam. They reach, they leap the barrier — the abyss Swallows insatiable the sinking waves. A thousand rainbows arch them, and the woods Are deafened with the roar. The violent shock Shatters to vapor the descending sheets.
Página 100 - A glare that is neither night nor day, A beam that touches, with hues of death, The clouds above and the earth beneath. To its covert glides the silent bird, While the hurricane's distant voice is heard, Uplifted among the mountains round, And the forests hear and answer the sound. He is come! he is come! do ye not behold His ample robes on the wind unrolled ? Giant of air! we bid thee hail!— How his gray skirts toss in the whirling gale ; How his huge and writhing arms are bent, To clasp the zone...
Página 121 - Cada comarca en la tierra tiene un rasgo prominente; el Brasil su sol ardiente, minas de plata el Perú; Montevideo su cerro; Buenos Aires, patria hermosa — , tiene su pampa grandiosa; la pampa tiene el ombú.
Página 99 - Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh, I know thy breath in the burning sky! And I wait, with a thrill in every vein, For the coming of the hurricane!
Página 464 - America, which since the ancient times Has had its native poets; which lives on fire and light, On perfumes and on love; our vast America, The land of Montezuma, the Inca's mighty realm, Of Christopher Columbus the fair America, America the Spanish, the Roman Catholic, O men of Saxon eyes and fierce barbaric soul, This land still lives and dreams, and loves and stirs!
Página 95 - Tremendous torrent! for an instant hush The terrors of thy voice, and cast aside Those wide-involving shadows, that my eyes May see the fearful beauty of thy face! I am not all unworthy of thy sight, For from my very boyhood have I loved, Shunning the meaner track of common minds, To look on Nature in her loftier moods. At the fierce rushing of the hurricane, At the near bursting of the thunderbolt...
Página 95 - At the near bursting of the thunderbolt, I have been touched with joy; and when the sea Lashed by the wind hath rocked my bark, and showed Its yawning caves beneath me, I have loved Its dangers and the wrath of elements. But never yet the madness of the sea Hath moved me as thy grandeur moves me now. Thou flowest on in quiet, till thy waves Grow broken 'midst the rocks; thy current then Shoots onward like the irresistible course Of Destiny.
Página 96 - God of all truth! in other lands I've seen Lying philosophers, blaspheming men, Questioners of thy mysteries; that draw Their fellows deep into impiety; And, therefore, doth my spirit seek thy face In earth's majestic solitudes. Even here, Vly heart doth open all itself to thee.
Página 465 - Has had its native poets; which lives on fire and light, On perfumes and on love ; our vast America, The land of Montezuma, the Inca's mighty realm, Of Christopher Columbus the fair America, America the Spanish, the Roman Catholic, . . . O men of Saxon eyes and fierce, barbaric soul, This land still lives and dreams, and loves and stirs! Take care! The daughter of the Sun, the Spanish land, doth live ! And from the Spanish lion a thousand whelps have sprung!