Excerpt from Mosada: A Dramatic Poem "And my Lord Cardinal hath had strange days in his youth." Extract from a Memoir of the Fifteenth Century. Mosada, ... A Moorish Lady.Ebremar, ... A Monk.Cola, ... A Lame Boy. Monks and Inquisitors. Scene I. A Little Moorish Room in the Village of Azubia.In the centre of the room a chafing dish. Mosada. [alone] Three times the roses have grown less and less, As slowly Autumn climbed the golden throneWhere sat old Summer fading into song, And thrice the peaches ushed upon the walls, And thrice the corn around the sickles amed, Since 'mong my people, tented on the hills, He stood a messenger. In April's prime(Swallows were ashing their white breasts aboveOr perching on the tents, a-weary stillFrom waste seas cross'd, yet ever garrulous)Along the velvet vale I saw him come: In Autumn, when far down the mountain slopesThe heavy clusters of the grapes were full, I saw him sigh and turn and pass away;For I and all my people were accurstOf his sad God; and down among the grassHiding my face, I cried long, bitterly.Twas evening, and the cricket nation sangAround my head and danced among the grass;And all was dimness till a dying leaf About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works."
