Moorish Literature by Anonymous
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page 62 of 403 (15%)
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Strike off the lady's head.
He bade them bind and take her First to the mountain's height, That she the doom might suffer Within her husband's sight; But all the lady answered, When she was brought to death, Were words of faith and loyalty Borne on her parting breath: "Behold, I die a Christian, And here repeat my vows Of faithfulness to yonder knight, My loved and lawful spouse." THE BEREAVED FATHER "Rise up, rise up, thou hoary head, What madness causes thy delay? Thou killest swine on Thursday morn, And eatest flesh on fasting day. "'Tis now seven years since first I trod The valley and the wandering wood; My feet were bare, my flesh was torn, And all my pathway stained in blood. "Ah, mournfully I seek in vain The Emperor's daughter, who had gone |
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