Pizarro, a Spanish Captain, lands with his forces - his meeting with Ataliba - its unhappy consequences - Zorai dies - Ataliba imprisoned, and strangled - Alzira's despair, and madness.
Now come, And I that moment will forget you. Sit here And in your eyes I shall not see you. Speak, speak That I no more may hear your music. Into my arms,...
Yet when I am alone my eyes say, Come. My hands cannot be still. In that first moment all my senses ache, Cells, that were empty fill, The clay walls shake, And unimprisoned thought runs where it will....
High on a throne of noisome ooze and heat, 'Mid rotting trees of bayou and lagoon, Ghastly she sits beneath the skeleton moon, A tawny horror coiling at her feet...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.' But his real name was Careless, as the fellows understood,...
Our Peter, who's famed as an eater of things, Is a miniature dragon without any wings. He can gallop or trot, he can amble or jog, But he flies like a flash when he's after his prog;...
ALL by the moonlight river side Groaned the poor Beast alas! in vain; The staff was raised to loftier height, And the blows fell with heavier weight As Peter struck and struck again....
We left our Hero in a trance, Beneath the alders, near the river; The Ass is by the river-side, And, where the feeble breezes glide, Upon the stream the moonbeams quiver. ...
I've heard of one, a gentle Soul, Though given to sadness and to gloom, And for the fact will vouch, one night It chanced that by a taper's light This man was reading in his room; ...
Peter Bells, one, two and three, O'er the wide world wandering be. - First, the antenatal Peter, Wrapped in weeds of the same metre, The so-long-predestined raiment...
"Shpeaking of Harps, sure me frind Pete Has got the Harp of Tara beat," Said Mr. Dooley. "Div'l a thing That boy can't play upon won shtring. For all the wurrld, to hear him play...
"Sup up thi gill, owd Peter Prime, Tha'st have a pint wi' me; It's worth a bob at onny time To have a chat wi' thee. Aw like to see thi snowy hair, An cheeks like apples ripe, -...
Simson settled in the timber when his arm was strong and true, And his form was straight and limber; and he wrought the long day through In a struggle, single-handed, and the trees fell slowly back,...