The Huia's Homeland, and Other Verses (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 Excerpt: ...For flowerets whisper only, Rosario Yet sad tears flow, Perchance ease thus mine aching eyes, So long, so vainly straining; The star has set, no more to rise-No dawn is stealing up the skies; But, ah this heart-restraining--Rosario Love laid thee low. Oh, bitter thought Forgive me, sweet I could not help obeying Impulse which led me to thy feet. Alas the Spanish sire's conceit, Thy swift death-doom conveying--Rosario Dona Rosario 'Twas long ago; Yet even now they fire my brain, His words no mercy showing; Lived not the man who thee might gain Unless the proudest blood of Spain In all his veins were flowing--Rosario I did not go, I would not leave the sunny shore, Still hoping, trusting, fearing; Some time thy constant spirit bore Its woes, though I saw nevermore Earth's sight to me most cheering--Rosario Rosario The name I breathe in twilight hour, And 'neath the noontide splendour, Though far from Andalusian bower, And far from antique Moorish tower, Till life I too surrender--Rosario VIOLA. THE ITALIAN MOUNTAINEER. Sunset upon the mountain, Sunset across the plain; The waters of the fountain Fall in iridescent rain; Viola Adown the valley gleaming The silver river twines: A truce to thoughtful dreaming, Viola, 'neath the vines. Sweet, to my suit give heeding, Touch lightly the guitar; And let its love-notes, pleading, Herald the Evening Star; Let time, unheard, pass gliding The while thy head reclines Upon my breast, confiding, Viola, 'neath the vines. Ah, cara mia never More lovely didst thou seem; Enshrined now for ever, My fancy's fairest dream. Ginevra's charms are many; In grace Bianca shines; Save thee, I see not any, Viola, 'neath the vines. At church, at market, often They speak of maidens fair, Of eyes that glow and soften, And braids ...