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Mosada A dramatic poem w/ Direct link technology (A Poem Drama)
Mosada A dramatic poem w/ Direct link technology (A Poem Drama)
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"_And my Lord Cardinal hath had strange days in his youth._"
_Extract from a Memoir of the Fifteenth Century._
MOSADA, A Moorish Lady. EBREMAR, A Monk. COLA, A Lame Boy. MONKS AND INQUISITORS.
SCENE I.
_A Little Moorish Room in the Village of Azubia. In the centre of the room a chafing dish._
_Mosada._ [_alone_] Three times the roses have grown less and less, As slowly Autumn climbed the golden throne Where sat old Summer fading into song, And thrice the peaches flushed upon the walls, And thrice the corn around the sickles flamed, Since 'mong my people, tented on the hills, He stood a messenger.
_Extract from a Memoir of the Fifteenth Century._
MOSADA, A Moorish Lady. EBREMAR, A Monk. COLA, A Lame Boy. MONKS AND INQUISITORS.
SCENE I.
_A Little Moorish Room in the Village of Azubia. In the centre of the room a chafing dish._
_Mosada._ [_alone_] Three times the roses have grown less and less, As slowly Autumn climbed the golden throne Where sat old Summer fading into song, And thrice the peaches flushed upon the walls, And thrice the corn around the sickles flamed, Since 'mong my people, tented on the hills, He stood a messenger.
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