The Poem of the CidG. E. Stechert & Company, 1915 - 124 sivua |
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The Poem of the Cid: A Translation from the Spanish, with Introduction and ... John Ormsby Esikatselu ei käytettävissä - 2017 |
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Abengalvon Alcocer Alfonso VI Almoravides Alvar Fanez arms Babieca battle beard Bermuez Bivar born Bucar Burgos Cadir Calatayud Castile Castilian Chanson de Roland chansons de geste Christian chronicle Cid Campeador Cid the Campeador Cid's Colada Count Don Count of Barcelona Count Raymond court Cronica Damas Hinard daughters Diego Don Remond Doña Sol doubt Dozy enemy Ferdinand Fernan Gonzalez Ferrando fight Frere Galicia Gesta give Gonzalo de Berceo hath heart hero honour horses hundred Infantes of Carrion King Alfonso kissed lance lands of Carrion Leon lord mantle marriage Martin Antolinez Minaya Moorish Moors Mostain Muño Gustioz Murviedro Myo Cid Navarre Navarre and Aragon poem poet poetry Rachel and Vidas rhyme San Pedro Sanchez Sancho Sancho II Saragossa Siloca sons-in-law Spain Spanish spoil steed Tebar tents Teruel thee thou Ticknor Tizon to-day Toledo took Valencia vassals word Xativa Ximena Yusof
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Sivu 76 - Then bearing where Bermuez still maintains unequal fight, Three hundred lances down they come, their pennons flickering white ; Down go three hundred Moors to earth, a man to every blow ; And when they wheel, three hundred more, as charging back they go. It was a sight to see the lances rise and fall that day ; The shivered shields and riven mail, to see how thick they lay; The pennons that went in snow-white come out a gory red; The horses running riderless, the riders lying dead ; While Moors call...
Sivu 48 - Were I Glenallan's Earl this tide, And ye were Roland Cheyne, The spur should be in my horse's side. And the bridle upon his mane. "If they hae twenty thousand blades. And we twice ten times ten, Yet they hae but their tartan plaids, And we are mail-clad men. "My horse shall ride through ranks sae rude, As through the moorland fern, — Then ne'er let the gentle Norman blude Grow cauld for Highland kerne.
Sivu 75 - All firm of hand and high of heart they roll upon the foe. And he that in a good hour was born, his clarion voice rings out, And clear above the clang of arms is heard his...
Sivu 73 - Minaya was the first to speak : said the stout cavalier, ' Forth from Castile the Gentle thrust, we are but exiles here; Unless we grapple with the Moor bread he will never yield ; A good six hundred men or more we have to take the field ; In God's name let us falter not, nor countenance delay, But sally forth and strike a blow upon to-morrow's day.
Sivu 115 - He ceased, and striding up the hall Assur Gonzalez passed ; His cheek was flushed with wine, for he had stayed to break his fast; Ungirt his robe, and trailing low his ermine mantle hung; Rude was his bearing to the court, and reckless was his tongue. "What a to-do is here, my lords! was the like ever seen? What talk is this about my Cid — him of Bivar I mean ? To Riodouirna let him go to take his millers' rent, And keep his mills a-going there, as once he was content.
Sivu 75 - Bermuez fretted at the word, delay he could not brook ; He spurred his charger to the front, aloft the banner shook...
Sivu 100 - Swift was the steed, but swifter borne on Babieca's stride, Three fathoms from the sea my Cid rode at King Bucar's side; Aloft his blade a moment played, then on the helmet's crown, Shearing the steel-cap dight with gems, Colada he brought down. Down to the belt, through helm and mail, he cleft the Moor in twain. And so he slew King Bucar, who came from beyond the main. This was the battle, this the day, when he the great sword won, Worth a full thousand marks of gold — the famous Brand, Tizon.
Sivu 74 - Likethee the counsel," said my Cid; "thou speakest to my mind; And ready to support thy word thy hand we ever find." Then all the Moors that bide within the walls he bids to go Forth from the gates, lest they, perchance, his purpose come to know In making their defences good they spend the day and night, And at the rising of the sun they arm them for the fight. Then said...
Sivu 77 - for thou art my right arm ; I have much need of thee to-day, thou must not come to harm ; The Moors maintain a front as yet ; unbroken still they stand.' Mounted again Minaya goes against them sword in hand. With strength renewed he wields his blade as he his way doth wend, Cleaving a path like one who means to make a speedy end. And he that in a good hour was born at Fariz deals three blows ; Two glance aside, but full and fair the third one home it goes; Forth spurting flies the blood ; the streams...
Sivu 122 - Mufio's ; on the shield of Assur striking fair. Through plate and boss and foeman's breast his pennoned lance he sent, Till out between the shoulder blades a fathom's length it went. Then...