Roderick, the last of the Goths : $b A tragic poemSouthey, Robert
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Roderick, the last of the Goths : $b A tragic poem
Southey, Robert
Roderick, King of the Visigoths, -711? -- Poetry
_Cantò como rompidos los candados
De la lobrega cueva, y despedidas
De sus senos obscuros vozes tristes
No bien articuladas, si a remiendos,
Repetidas adentro por el ayre,
Y una mas bronca se escucho que dize,
Desdichado Rey Ro (y acaba digo,
Quedando la R submersa entre piçarras)
La Coro perderas, y el Man, y el Ce,
No dixo el na, ni el do, ni el tro, no dixo;
Almenos no se oyo, si bien oyose
Por lascivo tirano, y por sobervio,
Que ya permite el cielo que el de Meca
Castigue por tu causa el Reyno Godo,
Por solo que lo riges con mal modo._
Los Amantes de Teruel, p. 29.
The _Chronica General del Rey Don Alfonso_ gives a singular account of
the first inhabitant of this fatal spot:—
“There was a king who had to name Rocas; he was of the east country from
Edom, wherein was Paradise, and for the love of wisdom he forsook his
kingdom, and went about the world seeking knowledge. And in a country
between the east and the north he found seventy pillars; thirty were of
brass, thirty of marble, and they lay upon the ground, and upon them was
written all knowledge and the nature of things. These Rocas translated,
and carried with him the book in which he had translated them, by which
he did marvels. He came to Troy when the people under Laomedon were
building the city, and seeing them he laughed. They asked him why, and
he replied, that if they knew what was to happen, they would cease from
their work. Then they took him and led him before Laomedon, and Laomedon
asked him for why he had spoken these words, and Rocas answered, that
he had spoken truth, for the people should be put to the sword, and the
city be destroyed by fire. Wherefore the Trojans would have slain him,
but Laomedon, judging that he spake from folly, put him in prison to see
if he would repent. He, fearful of death, by his art sent a sleep upon
the guards, and filed off his irons, and went his way. And he came to the
seven hills by the Tyber, and there upon a stone he wrote the letters
Roma, and Romulus found them, and gave them as a name to his city,
because they bore a resemblance to his own.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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