"Sometimes he turned to gaze upon his book, Boscán or GARCILASSO; by the wind Even as the page is rustled whilst we look, So by the poesy of his own mind Over the mystic leaf his soul was shook." LORD BYRON. Till within the last few years but little attention appears to have been paid in England to Castilian verse. Our earliest poets of eminence, Chaucer and Lord Surrey, struck at once into the rich field of Italian song, and by their imitations of Petrarch and Boccaccio, most probably set the fashion to their successors, of the exclusive study which they gave to the same models, to the neglect of the cotemporary writers of o…
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