As the reflected image in a glass Doth meet the look of him who seeks it there, And owes its being to the gazer's eye. V. THE BROOK. (Á UN ARROYUELO.) ANONYMOUS. LAUGH of the mountain!-lyre of bird and tree! Pomp of the meadow! mirror of the morn! How without guile thy bosom, all transparent Thy secrets scan, thy smooth, round pebbles count! How, without malice murmuring, glides thy current! O sweet simplicity of days gone by! Thou shun'st the haunts of man, to dwell in limpid fount! Line 5. Mirror of morn, and garniture of fields! Line 7. The rose and jasmine bloom, leaps wild in thee! ANCIENT SPANISH BALLADS. In the chapter with this title in Outre-Mer, besides illustrations from Byron and Lockhart are the three following examples, contributed by Mr. Longfellow. I. RIO VERDE, Rio Verde! Many a corpse is bathed in thee, And thy pure and crystal waters Dukes and counts fell bleeding near thee, II. King Alfonso the Eighth, having exhausted his treasury in war, wishes to lay a tax of five farthings upon each of the Castilian hidalgos, in order to defray the expenses of a journey from Burgos to Cuenca. This proposition of the king was met with disdain by the noblemen who had been assembled on the occasion." DON NUNO, Count of Lara, In anger and in pride, Forgot all reverence for the king, And thus in wrath replied: "Our noble ancestors," quoth he, "Ne'er such a tribute paid; Nor shall the king receive of us What they have once gainsaid. "The base-born soul who deems it just May here with thee remain; But follow me, ye cavaliers, Forth followed they the noble Count, They tied the tribute to their spears, They raised it in the air, And they sent to tell their lord the king "He may send and take by force," said they, "This paltry sum of gold; But the goodly gift of liberty Cannot be bought and sold." III. "One of the finest of the historic ballads is that which describes Bernardo's march to Roncesvalles. He sallies forth 'with three thousand Leonese and more,' to protect the glory and freedom of his native land. From all sides, the peasantry of the land flock to the hero's standard." THE peasant leaves his plough afield, The reaper leaves his hook, And from his hand the shepherd-boy Lets fall the pastoral crook. The young set up a shout of joy, The feeble man grows stout of heart, All rush to Bernard's standard, They cannot brook to wear the yoke, "Free were we born," 't is thus they cry, "And willingly pay we The duty that we owe our king, By the divine decree. "But God forbid that we obey The laws of foreign knaves, Tarnish the glory of our sires, And make our children slaves. "Our hearts have not so craven grown, "Has the audacious Frank, forsooth, Subdued these seas and lands? Shall he a bloodless victory have? No, not while we have hands. "He shall learn that the gallant Leonese Can bravely fight and fall, But that they know not how to yield; "Was it for this the Roman power "Shall the bold lions that have bathed "Let the false king sell town and tower For to subdue the free-born soul VIDA DE SAN MILLAN. BY GONZALO DE BERCEO. This poem appeared in Mr. Longfellow's article on The Moral and Devotional Poetry of Spain in the North American Review, and was repeated in Outre-Mer. AND when the kings were in the field, their squadrons in array, With lance in rest they onward pressed to mingle in the fray; |