THE SET OF EMERALDS
GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER WE were pausing on the Street of San Jerónimo, in front of…
THE RAY OF MOONSHINE
GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER I DO not know whether this is history which seems like a…
THE PROMISE
GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER I. Margarita, her face hidden in her hands, was weeping; she did…
THE MISERERE
GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER SOME months since, while visiting the celebrated abbey of Fitero and entertaining…
THE KISS
GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER I. WHEN a division of the French army, at the beginning of…
THE GNOME
GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER THE young girls of the village were returning from the fountain with…
THE GOLDEN BRACELET
GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER I. She was beautiful, beautiful with that beauty which turns a man…
THE EMERALD EYES
GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER FOR a long time I have desired to write something with this…
THE DEVIL’S CROSS
GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER Whether you believe it or not matters little. My grandfather told it…
THE CHRIST OF THE SKULL
GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER I. THE King of Castile was going to the Moorish war and,…