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A moment since, with eyes half-closed, And murmured something in your beard."
The Hebrew smiled, and answered, "Nay;
Not that, but something very near;
THE SPANISH JEW'S TALE.
King Solomon, before his palace gate
Arrayed in rich attire as for a feast,
Of a white figure in the twilight air,
And in a whisper to the king he said: '' What is yon shape, that, pallid as the dead,
Is watching me, as if he sought to trace In the dim light the features of my face?"
The king looked, and replied: "I know
him well; It is the Angel men call Azrael, 'T is the Death Angel; what hast thou
to fear 1"
And the guest answered: "Lest he
should come near, And speak to me, and take away my
Save me from Azrael, save me from death!
O king, that hast dominion o'er the wind, Bid it arise and bear me hence to Ind."
The king gazed upward at the cloudless sky,
Whispered a word, and raised his hand on high,
And lo! the signet-ring of chrvsoprase On his uplifted finger seemed to blaze With hidden fire, and rushing from the west
There came a mighty wind, and seized the guest
And lifted him from earth, and on they passed,
His shining garments streaming in the blast,
A silken banner o'er the walls upreared, A purple cloud, that gleamed and disappeared.
Then said the Angel, smiling: "If this man
Be Rajah Runjeet-Sing of Hindostan, Thou hast done well in listening to his prayer;
I was upon my way to seek him there."
"O EpREin, forbear to-night
Thus the Sicilian said; then went
"Not so," the eager Poet said;
"It is a tale of Charlemagne,
With lightning flaming through its showers,
He swept across the Lombard plain,
Thus heralded the tale began, Aud thus in sober measure ran.
THE POET'S TALE
Oloek the Dane and Desiderio,
League after league of harvests, to the foot
Of the suow-erested Alps, and saw approach
A mighty army, thronging all the roads
That led into the city. And the King
Said unto Olger, who had passed his youth
As hostage at the court of France, and knew
The Emperor's form and face: "Is Charlemagne
Among that host?" And Olger answered: "No."
And still the innumerable multitude Flowed onward and increased, until the King
Cried in amazement: "Surely Charlemagne
Is coming in the midst of all these
knights!" And Olger answered slowly: "No; not
He will not come so soon." Then much disturbed
King Desiderio asked: "What shall we do,
If he approach with a still greater army?"
And Olger answered: "When he shall appear,
You will behold what manner of man he is;
But what will then befall us I know not."
Then came the guard that never knew repose,
The Paladins of Fiance; and at the sight
The Lombard King o'ercome with terror cried:
"This must be Charlemagne!" and as before
Did Olger answer: "No; not yet, not yet."
And then appeared in panoply complete The Bishops and the Abbots and the Priests
Of the imperial chapel, and the Counts; And Desiderio could no more endure The light of dav, nor yet encounter death,
But sobbed aloud and said : "Let us go down
And hide us in the bosom of the earth, Far from the sight and anger of a foe So terrible as this!" And Olger said: "When you behold the harvests in the fields
Shaking with fear, the Po and the Ticino
Lashing the city walls with iron waves, Then may you know that Charlemagne is come."
And even as he spake, in the northwest, Lo! there uprose a black and threatening cloud,
Out of whose bosom flashed the light of arms
Upon the people pent up in the city; A light more terrible than any darkness;
And Charlemagne appeared ; — a Man of Iron!
His helmet was of iron, and his gloves Of iron, and his breastplate and his greaves
And tassets were of iron, and his shield. In his left hand he held an iron spear, In his right hand his sword invincible. The horse he rode on had the strength of iron,
And color of iron. All who went before him,
Beside him and behind him, his whole host,
Were armed with iron, and their hearts
within them Were stronger than the armor that they
The fields and all the roads were filled with iron,
And points of iron glistened in the sun
And shed a terror through the city streets.
This at a single glance Olger the Dane Saw from the tower, and turning to the King
Exclaimed in haste: "Behold! this is the man
You looked for with such eagerness!"
and then Fell as one dead at Desiderio's feet.
Well pleased all listened to the tale,
Their bodies to his burning breast.
The Poet answered: "No, not thus
The Theologian said
And ranks of men, and spears up-thrust, [ Gentle of speech, but absolute of rule.
* See page 340.
Bowmen and troops with wicker shields,
To this the Student answered: "Well,
THE STUDENT'S TALE.
EMMA AND EGINHARD.
When Alcuin taught the sons of Charlemagne,
In the free schools of Aix, how kings
should reign, And with them taught the children of
How subjects should be patient and endure,
He touched the lips of some, as best befit,
With honey from the hives of Holy
Others intoxicated with the wine
Others with mysteries of the stars o'erhead,
That hang suspended in the vaulted sky
Like lamps in some fair palace vast and high.
In sooth, it was a pleasant sight to see That Saxon monk, with hood and rosary,
With inkhorn at his belt, and pen and book,
And mingled love and reverence in his look,
Or hear the cloister and the court repeat The measured footfalls of his sandaled feet,
Or watch him with the pupils of his school,