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Abencerrages Alameda Albaycin Alcazaba Algeciras Alhama Alhambra ancient Andalucia Andaluz Arabic arches ascending asses barber beauty beneath blue Boabdil bright broad Cadiz Casarabonela castanets castle centre character charms Christian Church cigarillos colour contrabandista Cordoba court crest dark Darro deep descended door English enter Europa Point eyes feet Ferdinand foot fortress Generalife Gibraltar Granada ground groves guitar Hall hand head heard height hill horizon horse houses inscriptions land leagues light Lions lofty looking Malaga mantilla masses Moorish Moors mountains mules muleteers never night palace Palace of Charles passed peaks Plaza posada precipice ravine reached rising road robbers rock Ronda roof ruins scene seemed seen Seville side Sierra Sierra Nevada slope snow soon Spain Spaniards Spanish spot steep stream stretched summit thousand tion tower town travellers valley Vega Velez walls wild wind wood Xenil
Seite 278 - Ein freies Leben führen wir, Ein Leben voller Wonne. Der Wald ist unser Nachtquartier, Bei Sturm und Wind hantieren wir, Der Mond ist unsre Sonne, Merkurius ist unser Mann, Der's Praktizieren trefflich kann.
Seite 79 - I had expected, a comely dame verging towards " a certain age," for she was fat, fair, (not in complexion, but as all pretty women are said to be,) and of forty years " save one ;" so that Geoffrey Crayon has availed himself of the usual licence of portrait painters to flatter the ladies in point of age. She is accustomed to come out and exhibit herself to strangers, and seems almost as proud as Mateo of being one of the lions of the place. The memory of the
Seite 337 - Nam mihi continuo major quaerenda foret res, Atque salutandi plures ; ducendus et unus Et comes alter, uti ne solus rusve peregreve Exirem : plures calones atque caballi Pascendi ; ducenda petorrita. Nunc mihi curto Ire licet mulo, vel, si libet, usque Tarentum, Mantica cui lumbos onere ulceret, atque eques armos.
Seite 132 - ... dark complexions and mantillas. The comb worn in the hair is generally about the size of those used in / this country. The fan is as universally seen as the mantilla : a Spanish woman is seldom without it, even within doors. The favourite fashion of dressing the hair among the Andalusians consists in parting it in the middle, smoothing it over the forehead, and bringing it down into one large thin curl, flattened against each temple, and called the love-twist. u THE TOILETTE IN SPAIN.
Seite 363 - While Conscience, with their impious creed accurst. Drunk, as with wine, had sanctified to them All bloody, all abominable things. Thou, Calpe, saw'st their coming: ancient Rock Renown'd, no longer now shalt thou be call'd From Gods and Heroes of the years of yore, Kronos, or hundred-handed Briareus, Bacchus or Hercules; but doom'd to bear The name of thy new conqueror, and thenceforth To stand his everlasting monument.
Seite 83 - Tis true that I'm living In maidenly leisure, With nothing to vex me, Or cross in my pleasure ; But oh ! a good husband much better would be ! A nice little husband's the treasure for me ! 'Tis true that I'm mistress Of house and of stores ; Papa loves me dearly...
Seite 312 - De roxa sangre se esmaltan : Entre Moros y Christianos Muy gran batalla se trava. Murieron Duques y Condes, Grandes senores de salva : Murio gente de valia De la nobleza de Espana. En ti murio don Alonso, Que de Aguilar se llamaba ; El valeroso Urdiales, Con don Alonso acababa. Por un ladera arriba El buen Sayavedra marcha ; Nature!
Seite 309 - Son rústicos los lados, las entrañas Del valle visten siempre la hermosura, Frondosidad el...
Seite 29 - ... from the stall, Till all its tribes sat mounted on the shore ; Waiting the waving of thy torch to pour The living deluge on the fields of Spain. Queen of earth's loveliness, there was a stain Upon thy brow— the stain of guilt and gore, Thy course was bright, bold, treach'rous,— and 'tis o'er. The spear and diadem are from thee gone ; Silence is now sole monarch on thy throne...
Seite 29 - ... village of houses, a large parish church, a convent, orchards, gardens, and even cornfields, and that never-failing appendage to the smallest village — an alameda. THE MOORISH PALACE. The entrance to the Casa Arabe, or Arabian House, as the renowned Moorish palace is called by the Granadinos, is almost concealed by a projecting angle of the Palace of Charles V. Unlike the habitations of modern European royalty, there is nothing in the exterior of the Arabian House which could lead a stranger...