The History and Adventures of the Renowned Don Quixote |
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| Author:
| de Cervantes, Miguel |
| ISBN: | 978-0-217-11838-5 |
| Publication Date: | Aug 2009 |
| Publisher: | General Books LLC
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| Book Format: | Paperback |
| List Price: | USD $21.24 |
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: him answered the captive; ' for in my opinion there is no happiness on earth equal to that of liberty regained. Besides, said the gentleman, I retain in my memory the songs which my brother composed. Be so good, then, replied the stranger, as to entertain the company with them: for, doubtless, you can...
More DescriptionPurchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: him answered the captive; ' for in my opinion there is no happiness on earth equal to that of liberty regained. Besides, said the gentleman, I retain in my memory the songs which my brother composed. Be so good, then, replied the stranger, as to entertain the company with them: for, doubtless, you can repeat them more perfectly than I can. With all my heart, said the cavalier, that upon the goleta runs thus. CHAPTER V. THE CONTINUATION OF THE CAPTIVE'S HISTORY. I. Ye happy shades, whose deeds renown'd, Have freed you from encumb'ring clay; From this low scene where woes abound, Ascending to eternal day. With glorious zeal your bosoms glow'd, Your bodies brav'd excessive toil: Your blood with that of Pagans flow'd, To drench the hostile barren soil. Your lives but not your courage fail'd, Death sealed your just victorious claim: Enjoy, still honour'd and bewail'd, Immortal happiness and fame. These are the very words which I remember, said the captive. And if my memory does not fail me, replied the gentleman, the other upon the fort is this. Lo from yon ruins on the desert plain, Oppress'd with numbers in th unequal fight, Three thousand souls of Christian warriors slain, To happier regions wing'd their joyous flight. Yet not before, in vain, they had essay'd The force and vigour of their dauntless arms; 'Till wearied and reduc'd, though undismay'd, They welcom'd death encompass'd with alarms, On Afric's coast, as records tell, The scene of past and present woes, More valiant bodies never fell, More spotless spirits never rose. The songs were not disliked, and the captive rejoicing at the good fortune of his comrade, proceeded thus in his narration: ? Thegoleta and the forts bei...