A
TALE
FOR
JEALOUSY
.
A
Recent
Event
in
CATALONIA
.
LOUD
shriek'd
the
wind
;
hoarse
struck
the
hour
,
When
from
his
couch
,
Alphonso
rose
;
Bedeck'd
with
gold
his
splendid
bower
—
Gold
,
had
his
couch
,
but
not
repose
!
The
Night
sat
brooding
on
the
hill
:
Beneath
,
the
sable
rivers
roll'd
,
Not
glist'ring
,
now
,
the
tinkling
rill
;
—
Its
stream
opaque
,
its
spirit
cold
.
His
chamber
,
long
with
restless
feet
The
Lord
Alphonso
travers'd
o'er
;
Here
once
he
tasted
slumbers
sweet
,
But
slumber
sweet
he
knows
no
more
!
His
rous'd
domestics
strait
obey
The
signal
of
their
Lord
,
unloved
;
Their
torches
flash
a
second
day
,
As
thro'
the
costly
rooms
they
moved
.
His
favourite
,
from
th'
obsequious
train
Was
to
his
inmost
closet
led
;
There
heard
confess'd
the
am'rous
pain
Which
tore
him
from
his
midnight
bed
.
Oh
,
thou
wert
near
,
Alphonso
cries
,
When
in
the
progress
late
we
made
,
Gonsalvo's
daughter
in
our
eyes
Made
every
other
virgin
fade
.
Her
noble
mien
,
her
blushes
mild
,
The
burnish
of
her
tresses
bright
;
Her
age
—
but
just
no
longer
Child
,
Her
rosy
mouth
,
her
graceful
height
;
All
these
have
in
my
time-worn
heart
,
Lighted
a
youthful
,
am'rous
fire
—
I
sink
beneath
the
poignant
smart
,
I
faint
with
eager
,
strong
desire
.
Oft
did
I
try
her
soul
to
melt
,
But
ign'rant
she
of
Cupid's
pow'r
—
His
ecstacies
she
never
felt
—
But
now
is
come
her
fated
hour
.
With
flames
illicit
I
essay'd
To
touch
her
iced
,
unwaken'd
heart
;
Let
Hymen
sooth
the
bashfull
maid
,
She'll
waken'd
,
play
a
softer
part
.
Strait
to
her
father's
,
speed
thy
way
,
The
fleetest
mules
with
haste
prepare
;
And
ere
to-morrow
scants
his
day
,
Thou'lt
reach
the
village
of
my
fair
.
These
pearls
,
these
di'monds
,
speak
my
truth
,
Woo
her
with
treasures
to
my
arms
;
When
love
no
longer
boasts
of
youth
,
Riches
may
plead
their
meaner
charms
.
Oh
how
unlike
the
rapturous
hour
,
When
love
is
bought
by
love
alone
;
When
a
soft
look
,
a
touch
,
a
flower
,
Is
prized
beyond
IND's
brightest
stone
.
But
go
,
and
to
her
parents
bear
Thy
Lord's
designs
—
his
hopes
unfold
;
Plead
with
due
force
his
meaning
fair
,
And
in
thy
promises
be
bold
.
Much
more
,
the
Lord
Alphonso
spoke
;
His
servant's
mind
the
whole
retains
,
Whose
lashes
soon
the
mules
provoke
;
The
mules
skim
o'er
the
distant
plains
.
Th'
awaken'd
night
with
streaks
of
gold
Her
jetty
robes
begun
to
lace
;
Her
drowsy
car
far
off
she
roll'd
—
The
blithe
Sun
urging
to
the
race
;
And
ere
his
wheels
had
run
behind
The
western
mountain's
giddy
slope
;
Julia
,
with
meekness
all
resign'd
Had
listen'd
to
Alphonso's
hope
.
Not
so
resign'd
,
but
that
her
thought
Recoil'd
at
such
unequal
love
,
Till
by
parental
wisdom
taught
,
She
learn'd
to
bear
,
and
then
approve
.
The
Sire
attends
his
darling
child
,
For
so
Alphonso's
pride
allows
;
And
with
the
transport
almost
wild
,
Saw
her
receive
a
Grandee's
vows
.
He
saw
that
form
where
speaking
grace
Gave
soul
to
beauty
most
refin'd
,
The
robe
of
dignity
embrace
,
By
taste
magnificent
design'd
.
Her
hair
,
which
floated
o'er
her
dress
,
A
dress
,
which
to
be
seen
demands
Its
rich
luxuriance
to
repress
,
They
tie
in
folds
with
diamond
bands
.
But
the
soft
curls
which
hap'ly
fell
Upon
her
bosom's
heaving
snow
,
Were
suffer'd
there
,
unbound
,
to
dwell
,
And
spread
their
wavy
golden
glow
.
Thus
the
fond
parent
saw
her
rove
Thro'
gaudy
halls
and
rooms
of
state
;
Whilst
humble
trains
at
distance
wait
,
And
from
her
nod
receive
their
fate
.
Succinct
the
time
in
which
such
joy
Around
his
aged
heart
might
play
;
Bitter
,
oh
!
bitter
the
allay
!
And
set
full
soon
is
Pleasure's
day
:
For
Lord
Alphonso
names
the
hour
,
When
he
the
sumptuous
dome
must
quit
,
And
seek
again
the
humble
bower
—
For
birth
like
his
a
mansion
fit
:
Tells
him
to
take
a
last
farewell
,
Of
her
more
dear
then
sense
or
light
;
Bids
him
ne'er
hope
again
to
dwell
Where
filial
Julia
bless'd
his
sight
.
His
daughter
,
overwhelm'd
with
woe
,
The
haughty
cruel
order
hears
;
She
sees
her
mournful
parent
go
,
And
bathes
his
last
steps
with
her
tears
.
Now
slow
,
and
sadden'd
,
rolls
the
time
Which
late
flew
rapid
with
delight
;
Heedless
is
she
of
Morning's
prime
,
Nor
hails
the
soft
approach
of
Night
.
Her
only
solace
was
to
roam
Midst
the
deep
wood's
embosom'd
calm
,
Where
distant
from
her
gaudy
home
Meek
solitude
bestow'd
its
balm
.
There
,
on
a
river's
fringy
side
,
Which
snatch'd
her
breath
as
stealing
by
,
She'd
watch
its
curl'd
,
unequal
glide
,
And
swell
with
her's
the
zephyr's
sigh
:
Mark
with
what
truth
it
objects
drew
,
When
ruffling
zephyr
ceas'd
to
breathe
,
Its
surface
polish'd
to
the
view
—
A
phantom
forest
underneath
.
Two
drooping
willows
there
display'd
Their
foliage
to
the
painting
wave
;
Which
in
their
pensive
green
array'd
Would
still
their
jutting
bare
roots
lave
.
These
,
by
her
hands
,
in
garlands
dress'd
,
She'd
sometimes
chide
the
low
bent
branch
,
Which
would
its
blooming
fragrant
vest
Upon
th'
escaping
river
launch
.
Thus
was
she
one
bright
eve
employ'd
,
Whilst
carols
sad
her
sweet
voice
sung
;
Evening's
own
bird
her
note
enjoy'd
—
When
from
its
shades
a
soldier
sprung
.
His
form
,
like
that
Apollo
wears
,
When
from
his
bow
the
swift
dart
sings
;
Or
when
the
discus
thro'
the
air
With
equal
force
and
grace
he
flings
.
Martial
his
step
;
his
beamy
eye
Bright
as
fair
Julia's
own
appears
;
Strait
to
each
others
arms
they
fly
—
They
mingle
joy
—
they
mingle
tears
.
'Twas
Julia's
brother
whom
she
saw
,
'Twas
Julia
whom
her
brother
press'd
;
Both
dear
by
Nature's
dearest
law
,
For
twins
they
were
,
who
thus
caress'd
.
From
Calpe's
glorious
rock
he
came
—
Immortal
monument
decreed
Of
English
ELLIOT's
laurel'd
name
;
Where
English
heroes
oft
shall
bleed
.
And
there
his
blood
did
Gusman
shed
Amongst
the
boldest
ever
found
,
By
sacred
thirst
of
honour
led
—
Nor
shun'd
the
deaths
that
flew
around
.
But
when
bright
Peace
her
silver
flute
Had
sounded
thro'
wide
Europe's
skies
,
And
when
the
voice
of
war
was
mute
,
Sped
by
fond
duty
,
home
he
flies
.
There
he
first
learn'd
his
sister's
fate
,
How
elevated
—
and
how
curst
!
Heard
,
that
amidst
her
brilliant
state
Her
heart
consuming
sorrow
nurst
.
Her
husband's
tyrant
law
reveal'd
,
No
dear
relation
to
behold
;
Oblig'd
him
thus
in
shades
conceal'd
,
His
sister
to
his
heart
to
fold
.
And
oft
he
mourn'd
her
cruel
lot
,
And
oft
he
dried
her
tears
away
,
When
from
the
interesting
spot
They
each
were
warn'd
by
closing
day
.
Adieu
,
my
Gusman
,
Julia
cries
!
Yet
let
me
see
thee
,
once
again
;
To-morrow
bless
thy
sister's
eyes
,
Then
seek
our
dear
paternal
plain
:
From
forth
my
little
treasur'd
hoard
,
Fond
tokens
to
my
mother
bear
;
No
miser
is
my
cruel
Lord
,
And
gifts
,
like
these
,
I
well
can
spare
.
Gusman
,
with
pure
,
fraternal
love
,
Kiss'd
either
beauteous
,
fading
cheek
,
Vowing
,
when
Morn
shou'd
light
the
grove
,
In
its
mild
haunts
her
steps
he'd
seek
.
Now
Evening
hung
its
silv'ry
dews
,
On
every
shrub
that
deck'd
the
glades
;
And
fainter
scents
the
flowers
effuse
—
As
loth
to
greet
with
sweets
,
her
shades
.
Oft
had
fair
Julia
linger'd
there
In
hours
like
these
—
and
traced
the
beam
,
Which
sent
from
Luna's
brilliant
sphere
,
Shot
thro'
the
wood
a
shiver'd
gleam
.
Mark'd
how
each
sound
,
stole
soft
away
,
As
gliding
off
to
shores
more
bright
;
Bribed
by
the
gaudy
tumid
day
,
To
fly
the
dove-eyed
,
tender
night
.
By
Julia
these
are
all
forgot
,
For
pleasure
hath
her
soul
suffused
;
Blind
to
the
beauties
of
the
spot
,
She
deigns
not
now
to
be
amused
.
Braced
with
young
joy
,
the
sportive
fawn
Pursues
her
dam
,
with
motion
fleet
,
Regardless
of
the
sprinkled
lawn
That
weaves
its
flowers
around
her
feet
.
So
speeds
the
fair
one
to
her
home
,
Whose
towers
return
the
moon's
broad
glare
;
Whilst
to
point
out
the
distant
dome
,
They
flash
their
gold
vanes
thro'
the
air
.
On
her
soft
pillow
soon
reclined
,
Round
her
,
the
slumbers
spun
their
veil
;
And
o'er
her
placid
gentle
mind
,
The
softest
dreams
their
phantoms
steal
.
At
Morning's
dawn
,
her
Lord
commands
,
Her
placid
slumbers
must
be
broke
;
He
grasp'd
in
his
her
trembling
hands
,
He
led
her
forth
,
but
never
spoke
.
And
oh
!
these
horrid
sounds
,
she
cried
—
Those
piteous
shrieks
,
which
tear
the
ear
!
With
terror
struck
,
she
faintly
sigh'd
,
And
sunk
,
at
length
,
o'erpower'd
with
fear
.
He
dragg'd
her
on
;
the
screams
of
pain
,
More
piercing
as
they
nearer
grow
,
Left
her
scarce
power
to
sustain
Her
crimson
life's
unequal
flow
.
There
,
wretch
,
behold
!
Alphonso
cried
,
As
wide
he
threw
the
grating
gate
:
There
feast
thy
loose
adulterous
eyes
,
See
there
,
thy
paramour's
just
fate
!
There
,
stretch'd
upon
the
racking
wheel
,
She
saw
her
brother's
tortur'd
form
;
From
his
torn
flesh
the
jagged
steel
,
Bad
rush
the
blood
,
with
life
yet
warm
.
She
saw
—
but
oh
!
she
spoke
no
more
!
The
agony
too
fierce
to
bear
;
Groaning
she
sunk
upon
the
floor
,
And
breath'd
her
spirit
on
the
air
.
Sister
!
the
writhing
Gusman
said
—
Oh
,
Sister
!
plead
—
then
swoon'd
with
pain
!
On
his
gash'd
bosom
sunk
his
head
,
His
limbs
convuls'd
,
the
cords
still
strain
.
Alphonso
,
when
he
heard
the
sound
,
Leapt
sudden
to
the
deathful
wheel
;
With
eager
haste
the
youth's
unbound
,
And
stern
Alphonso
learns
to
feel
.
He
raves
,
he
sinks
,
he
strikes
his
breast
,
But
oh
!
the
guilty
deed
is
past
,
The
victims
pure
are
now
at
rest
—
Thy
tortures
shall
for
ever
last
!
Vain
is
all
art
,
for
life
no
more
Can
lift
their
pulse
,
their
cheeks
can
paint
;
Thou'st
freed
their
souls
,
they
quit
the
shore
—
Each
seeks
its
God
—
a
murder'd
Saint
!
There
,
tyrant
,
lie
!
and
let
the
fangs
Of
deep
remorse
thy
bosom
tear
!
Each
wak'ning
morn
awake
new
pangs
—
Teach
thee
to
pity
,
and
despair
!