Classes On Portugal / Lisang na Portugal

LADY CLARE. TRANSLATION. L ADY CLARE  was in her garden overlooking the sea. It was a summer’s day, and the many coloured butterflies flitted about under the trees and among the sweet smelling flowers. Lady Clare was combing her golden tresses with an ivory comb, seated on a crimson velvet cushion. She looked towards the sea, and she saw a gallant fleet making for the land. He who was in command stepped on shore. He was a belted knight, but his features could not be seen as his vizor was down. Approaching Lady Clare, he saluted her, and she thus addressed him— “Hast thou, noble knight, seen my husband, who bid me good-bye many years ago when he sailed for the Holy Land?” “I know not thy husband, fair lady. By what should I know him?” “He took his white charger with its golden trappings with him,” answered Lady Clare. “On his lance he bore a red pennon; a tress of my hair served him for a belt, from which hung his sword. But if thou hast not seen him, Knight of the Cross, then woe b...

THE SEVEN PIGEONS. O N  a deserted part of the rock-bound Cantabrian coast, a poor fisherman, named Pedro, discovered a lovely maiden, magnificently dressed, combing her long jet-black hair with a golden comb studded with diamonds. It was still early morning, and the sun had not attained its greatest power; and as the tide was at its lowest, an innumerable number of ponds were formed by the rocks which, for a distance of half a mile, were left bare by the receding sea. Seated near to one of these ponds, and cooling her feet in the water, sat this lovely maiden; and she was so intent on performing her toilet that she did not perceive Pedro, who, thinking she was a mermaid, and might therefore cast a spell over him, hid behind a ledge of rocks, and was able to see and hear her without being seen. Pedro heard her singing the following words— “I am daughter of a king Who rules in Aragon, My messengers they bring Me food to live upon. My father thinks me dead; My death he did ordain, Fo...