Browse Sort by: Title Fedalma 'Then Jubal poured his triumph in a song.' Fedalma, the Spanish Gypsy Deep Mountain Gorge Death of Zarca Fedalma Dances in the Street My Father Comes 'Ay, 'tis a sword / That parts the Spanish noble and the true Zincala' The Embarkment 'But he who wears a solitary chain heading the file, has turned to face Fedalma' 'A steadfast form that held him with its thought' 'Silva, if now between us came a sword' 'Down fell the great chief' 'A figure came from out the olive trees.' 'Where the little stream / Parts a green hollow 'twixt the gentle slopes.' 'Lamps burning low make little atmospheres / Of light amid the dimness.' 'You, my child - are you / Halting and wavering?' 'I'll put them on, / Help me, my lord, and you shall see me now / Somewhat as I shall look at Court with you.' 'Circling, she lightly bends and lifts on high / The multitudinous-sounding tambourine.' 'Bright, O bright Fedalma!' 'Night-black the charger, black the rider's plume.' 'Fedalma, it is Silva!' 'His doublet loose, his right arm backward flung, /His left caressing close the long-necked lute.' Yesterday's New Books Literary and Other Notes A Volume of Poems by George Eliot England The Spanish Gypsy The Spanish Gypsy, A Poem [A Review] The Spanish Gypsy The Spanish Gypsy, A Poem [A Review] Poems, Essays, and Leaves from a Note Book 'His doublet loose, his right arm backward flung, /His left caressing close the long-necked lute.' 'Fedalma, it is Silva!' 'Night-black the charger, black the rider's plume.' 'Bright, O bright Fedalma!' 'Circling, she lightly bends and lifts on high / The multitudinous-sounding tambourine.' 'I'll put them on, / Help me, my lord, and you shall see me now / Somewhat as I shall look at Court with you.' 'You, my child - are you / Halting and wavering?' 'Lamps burning low make little atmospheres / Of light amid the dimness.' 'Where the little stream / Parts a green hollow 'twixt the gentle slopes.' 'A figure came from out the olive trees.' 'Down fell the great chief' 'Silva, if now between us came a sword' 'A steadfast form that held him with its thought' 'But he who wears a solitary chain heading the file, has turned to face Fedalma' The Embarkment 'Ay, 'tis a sword / That parts the Spanish noble and the true Zincala' My Father Comes Fedalma Dances in the Street Death of Zarca Deep Mountain Gorge Fedalma, the Spanish Gypsy The Troubador Fedalma The Spanish Gypsy (1878, Cabinet Edition)
