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The Works of Garcilasso De La Vega, With a Critical Essay on Spanish Poetry, and a Life of the Author, by J.h. Wiffen
The Works of Garcilasso De La Vega With a Critical Essay on Spanish Poetry and a Life of the Author by Jh Wiffen Author:Garcilaso de la Vega General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1823 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: ELEGY I. TO THE DUKE OF ALVA, ON THE DEATH OF HIS BROTHER, DON BERNARDIKO DE TOLEDO. Although this heavy stroke has touched my soul With such regret, that I myself require Some friend my deep depression to console, That my spent fancy may afresh respire; Yet would I try, if chance the' Aonian choir Give me the requisite assistance, just To strike a little comfort from the lyre, Thy frenzy to assuage, revive thy trust, And raise once more thy head and honours from the dust. At thy distress the pitying Muses weep; For neither, as I hear, when suns arise, Nor when they set, giv'st thou thy sorrows sleep. Rather by brooding o'er them as one dies, Creat'st another, with disordered eyes Still weeping, that I fear to see thy mind And spirit melt away in tears and sighs, Like snows on hill-tops, which the rainy wind Moaning dissolves away, and leaves no trace behind. Or if by chance thy wearied thought finds rest For a few moments in desired repose, 'Tis to return to grief with added zest; In that short slumber thy poor brother shows Pallid as when he swooned away in throes From his sweet life, and thou, intent to lift His dear delusive corse, dost but enclose The vacant air; then Sleep revokes her gift, And from thy waking eye the mimic form flies swift. Yet cherishing the dream, with sense at strife, Thyself no more, thou anxiously look'st round For that beloved brother, who through life The better portion of thy soul was found, Which, dying, could not leave it wholly sound ; And thus, forlorn, distracted, dost thou go, Invoking him in shrieks and groans profound, How ...« less