THE DUKE DE RIVAS.
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With sound of bells vibrating loud
In high Hiralda's fane; —
A scene that never is forgot
Enchanted forms the whole,
The thoughts of which unceasing cause
To beat my heart and soul.
Many delicious nights, when yet
My now all-frozen breast
Beat warmly, have I seen those halls
By youthful footsteps pressed;
Fill'd with a chosen concourse gay
In country dance to meet,
Or light quadrille, while festive sounds
The orchestras repeat:
And from the gilded roofs rebound
The steps, the laugh perchance
And talk of happy pairs, by love
United in the dance;
With sound of music mix'd the while,
Confused and blended o'er,
As sent according echos forth
From the enamell'd floor.
Yet, ah! those lovely bowers along
