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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOVER'S ROCK, by ROBERT SOUTHEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The maiden through the favouring night Last Line: Says for manuel's soul a prayer. Subject(s): Christianity; Death; Escapes; Granada, Spain; Love; Moors (land); Dead, The; Fugitives | |||
THE maiden through the favouring night From Granada took her flight, She bade her father's house farewell, And fled away with Manuel. No Moorish maid might hope to vie With Laila's cheek or Laila's eye, No maiden loved with purer truth, Or ever loved a lovelier youth. In fear they fled across the plain The father's wrath, the captive's chain, In hope to Murcia on they flee, To peace, and love, and liberty. And now they reach the mountain's height, And she was weary with her flight, She laid her head on Manuel's breast, And pleasant was the maiden's rest. But while she slept, the passing gale Waved the maiden's flowing veil, Her father, as he crost the height, Saw the veil so long and white. Young Manuel started from his sleep, He saw them hastening up the steep, And Laila shriek'd, and desperate now They climb'd the precipice's brow. They saw him raise his angry hand, And follow with his ruffian band, They saw them climbing up the steep, And heard his curses loud and deep. Then Manuel's heart grew wild with woe, He loosen'd crags and roll'd below, He loosen'd rocks, for Manuel strove For life, and liberty, and love. The ascent was steep, the rock was high, The Moors they durst not venture nigh, The fugitives stood safely there, They stood in safety and despair. The Moorish chief, unmoved could see His daughter bend the suppliant knee; He heard his child for pardon plead, And swore the Christian slave should bleed. He bade the archers bend the bow, And make the Christian fall below, He bade the archers aim the dart, And pierce the maid's apostate heart. The archers aim'd their arrows there, She clasp'd young Manuel in despair, "Death, Manuel, shall set us free! Then leap below, and die with me." He clasp'd her close and groan'd farewell, In one another's arms they fell; They leapt adown the craggy side, In one another's arms they died. And side by side they there are laid, The Christian youth and Moorish maid, But never cross was planted there, To mark the victims of despair. Yet every Murcian maid can tell Where Laila lies who loved so well, And every youth who passes there, Says for Manuel's soul a prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUR BETWEEN DOG AND WOLF: 2. HERMAN THE BASTARD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR AN AMERICAN SCENE by NORMAN DUBIE FOR ME AT SUNDAY SERMONS, THE SERPENT by LYNN EMANUEL POSSUM SONG (A WARNING) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SUPPRESSING THE EVIDENCE by CAROLYN KIZER BISHOP BRUNO by ROBERT SOUTHEY |
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