THE EARTHQUAKE OF LISBON, 1755. T length they see the waters gleam Where Lisbon mirrors in the stream Her belt of ancient towers. Red is the orange on its bough, The streets are loud with noisy mirth, At eve beneath their pictured dome Ah! Lisbon dreams not of the day, The spring has passed, the summer fled, Aud yet they linger still, Though autumn's rustling leaves have spread The flank of Cintra's hill. * Three hours the first November dawn Has climbed with feeble ray How still the muffled echoes sleep! The channel lifts, the water slides Anon a mountain billow strides The turrets lean, the steeples reel The pavement bursts, the earth upheaves Around, the lurid mountains glow Then close in jagged seams. The earth has folded like a wave, Clasped, shroudless in their closing grave, Oliver Wendell Holmes. M Mondego, the River. MONDEGO. [ONDEGO, thou whose waters, cold and clear, Gird those green banks where fancy fain would stay Fondly to muse on that departed day When hope was kind and friendship seemed sincere, Luis de Camoens. Tr. Lord Strangford. MONDEGO. ATERS! which pendent from your airy height, WA Dash on the heedless rocks and stones below, Whilst in your white uplifted foam ye show, Though vexed yourselves, your beauties much more bright. Why, as ye know that changeless is their doom, Year after year, as ye your course fulfil, Through which your way ye may at pleasure roam, T Francisco Rodriguez Lobo. Tr. John Adamson. MONDEGO. thy clear streams, Mondego, I return With renovated life and eyes now clear. How fruitless in thy waters fell the tear, When Love's delirium did with me sojourn, When I, with face betraying anguish deep, And hollow voice, and unsuspecting ear, Knew not the danger of the mountain steep Whereon I stood, of which my soul with fear The memory chills! Seducing wiles of Love! 'Neath what vain shadows did you hide my fate, Shadows that swiftly passed the happier state Which now this breast enjoys! Now peace I For smiling day succeeds the clouds of night, And sweet repose, and joys, and prospects bright. Antonio Ferreira. Tr. John Adamson. prove; EVER MONDEGO. gliding to the sea Flow the waters fair and free Of clear Mondego tranquil through the plain: Bound my youthful bosom there, And slowly fixed their ever-during reign. Sweet smiles serene; and grace so well displayed, In this country decked with flowers In calm contentment, unalloyed with sighs. Rapture sweetened e'en the tears Drawn by the beam of those love-darting eyes. I sported in life's cheerful ray, And dreamed of bliss from day to day. What now avail those joys, too quickly flown! * * Luis de Camoens. Tr. William Herbert. |