Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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SERENADE. |
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SERENADE.
Lovely Lady—Lovely Lady,
Listen, listen to my song,
Myrtle-thickets sweet and shady
Tempted my stray steps along!
Listen, listen to my song,
Myrtle-thickets sweet and shady
Tempted my stray steps along!
Sweet Señora—Sweet Señora,
Well I knew the pleasant path,
(Surely slumber's cloud broods o'er her,
Or she hides herself in wrath!)
Well I knew the pleasant path,
(Surely slumber's cloud broods o'er her,
Or she hides herself in wrath!)
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Dark-eyed charmer—dark-eyed charmer,
If disdain that heart can prove,
Let Pity be the soft disarmer—
Turning that disdain to love.
If disdain that heart can prove,
Let Pity be the soft disarmer—
Turning that disdain to love.
Donna Bianca!—Donna Bianca!—
Spurn'st thou me with scornful mind—
From Seville search to Salamanca—
A truer lover shalt thou find?
Spurn'st thou me with scornful mind—
From Seville search to Salamanca—
A truer lover shalt thou find?
Proud Señora!—Cold Señora!—
Say, can nothing touch thy heart,
Wilt thou let thy wrong'd adorer
Heartless, hopeless—hence depart?
Say, can nothing touch thy heart,
Wilt thou let thy wrong'd adorer
Heartless, hopeless—hence depart?
Donna Bianca—Donna Bianca,
Now my fatal fault I see,
The fairest maid of all La Mancha
I forsook—forsook for thee!
Now my fatal fault I see,
The fairest maid of all La Mancha
I forsook—forsook for thee!
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Cold Señora!—Proud Señora!—
Now my fatal fault I feel,
Repentant let me kneel before her,
She this broken heart shall heal.
Now my fatal fault I feel,
Repentant let me kneel before her,
She this broken heart shall heal.
Donna Bianca!—Donna Bianca!—
Darkest mine of lovers' dooms,
But I haste to sweet La Mancha,
Away!—hush—hist—she comes!—she comes!
Darkest mine of lovers' dooms,
But I haste to sweet La Mancha,
Away!—hush—hist—she comes!—she comes!
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