George Darley (Джордж Дарли)

Lenimina Laborum. 27. The Free-Booter

As the prey-freighted eagle cleaves the storm
With potent wing; while, at his scream and clang
To warn his famished brood, the hollow hills
Reverberate far and near; beneath his flight
The valley darkens, and his cloudy form
Swims up the sward to meet him as he glides
Into his mountain-nest: so comes Manrique
The single fear of many a province round.
Robber and outlaw!—a mere jot of life
'Mid the still-standing rocks and precipices,
He moves right upward to his craggy dome
Scooped in the pinnacle. His horn, by times,
Shrill-throated, splits its voice among the rocks,
And sooty visages look out and smile! 

1. The Gambols of Children
2. Lenimina Laborum. 35. Departing Music
3. Lenimina Laborum. 55. Deep in the ocean's thundering wave
4. Lenimina Laborum. 61. Weep Not, My Bride!
5. Lenimina Laborum. 28. To My Dead Mistress

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