Browse Sort by: Title Fedalma The Embarkment The Spanish Gypsy (1878, Cabinet Edition) Poems, Essays, and Leaves from a Note Book The Troubador Fedalma, the Spanish Gypsy My Father Comes "'Tis a Sword" "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" Deep Mountain Gorge "His doublet loose, his right arm backward flung, / His left caressing close the long-necked lute." Death of Zarca Fedalma Dances in the Street Literary and Other Notes A Volume of Poems by George Eliot Yesterday's New Books England The Spanish Gypsy The Spanish Gypsy "Fedalma, it is Silva!" "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."