Alfieri
O children! O my children! to my soul
Your innocent words and kisses are as darts
That pierce it to the quick.
Alcestis.
Longfellow
Victorian. Since yesterday I’ve been in Alcala.
Ere long the time will come, sweet Preciosa,
When that dull distance shall no more divide us,
And I no more shall scale thy wall by night
To steal a kiss from thee, as I do now.
Preciosa. An honest thief, to steal but what thou givest.
Spanish Student.