"Without doubt to-day some pilgrim Roweth to this island shore."

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"Without doubt to-day some pilgrim Roweth to this island shore."

Subject

Theatre--Seventeenth Century--Pedro Calderón de la Barca--Saint Patrick's Purgatory

Description

"SCENE VIII. THE ENTRANCE OF A CONVENT — AT THE END THE CAVE OF PATRICK..."

Creator

Pedro Calderón de la Barca, 1600-1681

Source

Barca, Pedro Calderón de la, The Purgatory of St. Patrick, trans. by Denis Florence MacCarthy, Act III, Scene VIII

Publisher

Henry S. King & Co., London

Date

1873

Contributor

Digitised for Project Gutenberg

Rights

Public domain

Format

Collected Plays

Language

Spanish (English trans.)

Type

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Text

Identifier

DD_0064

Coverage

54.6083, -7.8714

References

http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/6371

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"SCENE VIII. THE ENTRANCE OF A CONVENT — AT THE END THE CAVE OF PATRICK. Two Canons Regular; afterwards Luis. FIRST CANON. See, the waters of the lake Move although no breeze doth blow: Without doubt to-day some pilgrim Roweth to this island shore. SECOND CANON. Come unto the strand to see Who can be so brave and bold As to seek our gloomy dwelling, Crossing the dark waters o'er. [Enter LUIS. LUIS. Here my boat, my coffin, rather, On the billows I bestow. Who his sepulchre has ever Steered, as I, through fire and snow? What a pleasant spot is this! Here has Spring, methinks, invoked Flowers of high and low degree To assemble at her court. But this dismal mountain here, How unlike the plain below! Yet they are the better friends By the contrasts that they show. there the mournful birds of prey Hoarsely croak, presaging woe, Here the warblers in their joy Charm us with their tuneful notes. There the torrents leaping headlong Fright us with their frenzied roar, Here the crystal streamlets gliding Mirror back the sun's bright gold. Half way 'twixt that ugliness And this beauty, I be hold A plain building whose grave front Fear and love at once provokes. FIRST CANON. Happy wanderer, who here Hast arrived with heart so bold, Come unto my arms. LUIS. The ground That you tread on suits me more. Oh, for charity conduct me To the Prior of your fold, To the Abbot of this convent." (Act III, Scene VIII)

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