part10-第7章

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Alhambra　has　since　become　its　regular　and　well…paid　cicerone；　insomuch

that　I　am　told　he　has　never　been　obliged　to　resume　the　ragged　old

brown　cloak　in　which　I　first　found　him。

　　Towards　sunset　I　came　to　where　the　road　wound　into　the　mountains；

and　here　I　paused　to　take　a　last　look　at　Granada。　The　hill　on　which

I　stood　commanded　a　glorious　view　of　the　city；　the　Vega；　and　the

surrounding　mountains。　It　was　at　an　opposite　point　of　the　compass　from

La　cuesta　de　las　lagrimas　（the　hill　of　tears）　noted　for　the　〃last　sigh

of　the　Moor。〃　I　now　could　realize　something　of　the　feelings　of　poor

Boabdil　when　he　bade　adieu　to　the　paradise　he　was　leaving　behind；

and　beheld　before　him　a　rugged　and　sterile　road　conducting　him　to

exile。

　　The　setting　sun　as　usual　shed　a　melancholy　effulgence　on　the　ruddy

towers　of　the　Alhambra。　I　could　faintly　discern　the　balconied　window

of　the　Tower　of　Comares；　where　I　had　indulged　in　so　many　delightful

reveries。　The　bosky　groves　and　gardens　about　the　city　were　richly

gilded　with　the　sunshine；　the　purple　haze　of　a　summer　evening　was

gathering　over　the　Vega；　every　thing　was　lovely；　but　tenderly　and

sadly　so；　to　my　parting　gaze。

　　〃I　will　hasten　from　this　prospect；〃　thought　I；　〃before　the　sun　is

set。　I　will　carry　away　a　recollection　of　it　clothed　in　all　its

beauty。〃

　　With　these　thoughts　I　pursued　my　way　among　the　mountains。　A　little

further　and　Granada；　the　Vega；　and　the　Alhambra；　were　shut　from　my

view；　and　thus　ended　one　of　the　pleasantest　dreams　of　a　life；　which

the　reader　perhaps　may　think　has　been　but　too　much　made　up　of　dreams。



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