======================================== SAMPLE 10 ======================================== 1004|And had been seen within this place 1004|Had but the bell rung; which to my Lord 1004|Commanded me unto that district. 1004|There is on Latian ground a bell 1004|That to the mountain bears its bell; 1004|And if my Master had been here, 1004|His own true translation he would have 1004|Have made the same, by hearing well 1004|The accents of the tower and mountain; 1004|But good he lost his wits, at whose sound 1004|My fear did so oppress him, that with fear 1004|I hid myself away in the wood. 1004|I know not if he still were living; 1004|So angry was my doubt, that not far off 1004|I saw another come along the valley, 1004|Clotilda, and I speak of her as though 1004|I were a native of this world. 1004|I was not ware of her approaching, 1004|For I was like the rest asleep; 1004|And she came up beside me, and her brow 1004|Did make itself more bearable for my pain. 1004|And said to me: 'How is it, Palahni, 1004|That thou makest a stir upon thy sleep? 1004|Is not here grown fonder than a year 1004|Thy fever, than the blindness of a child, 1004|Than that which cometh to men from without 1004|When they are far from home? What is it now 1004|The voice of thy complaint brings unto us? 1004|Is not the torment made more bitter, 1004|And the long nights tedious and unarrive? 1004|Why would'st thou go unto that o'erwhelming 1004|Power, who to the world is subject still? 1004|Count it not strange that one whose morning 1004|Not yet arrives should still be mourning ever, 1004|If with the morning dawn there were no God! 1004|If Nello were alive and minded 1004|To leave this prison which is his by law, 1004|And onward went, from gate to gate, to see 1004|What stores were in that holy house of prayer, 1004|The brethren would not be in a moment 1004|By him without confusion, if he chose, 1004|Who thus presumes to make trial of us. 1004|Who by the power of grace eternal 1004|Makes us to love him who has made us wicked, 1004|Need have no anxiety for his success; 1004|If this be his design, all our desire 1004|Will be but lowly deeds, and nothing more. 1004|He need not fear to find us out and told, 1004|For he has made himself known to us all; 1004|He needs not fear, because our presumption 1004|Made him not fool-harden his inward sense; 1004|For when we will he shows himself a fool, 1004|And makes himself a Wise Man to avow him. 1004|He needs must run before, and run not behind, 1004|And to the left or to the right he needs 1004|Not always, if he chance to meet with a fence; 1004|But with a smile he turns, if he doth find one. 1004|And if he meets with one, he will not shrink, 1004|But, opening wide his arms, will receive it, 1004|So that the other keep fast; and thus he 1004|Survives a hot and continuous fire." 1004|Then did I move anew along the valley, 1004|As one resumes his journey so far, 1004|And towards the sun his course doth advance. 1004|The four above enumerated did not stay 1004|Longer in that forest to mend their sick, 1004|Than did my eyes from beating count the minutes. 1004|With him went Ither Borghese, and with him 1004|His companion, Basolus, and Basette, 1004|Who was more backward in his way and speech. 1004|Basette was a scanty lad, and yet he 1004|Was dressed in April colours, and had feat. 1004|Thus in his best attire, backward he advanced, 1004|And with a smile looked at his companion's grief. 1004|"Well do I see," said he ======================================== SAMPLE 20 ======================================== 35996|And I am still the same 35996|When I look at the sky 35996|I seem to be at rest 35996|My eyes and forehead have grown 35996|I can hear the birds and bees, 35996|Now the music of the sea 35996|In the garden, over yonder 35996|In the house the sun 35996|Is shining, the summer morning 35996|Is shining, you and I 35996|It's fine weather, we've made up our minds 35996|Jack and Jill went up the hill 35996|Let the cat go, if I had a nickel 35996|Let's go a-shooting with the brigand brig 35996|Let's go a-robbing a coal-cart 35996|Lassie, Lassie come wheedling me 35996|Lovers, do not be angry with 35996|Love is sweet, but 'twixt you and me 35996|Maudie, mend her to-day 35996|My dear, that was a fine book when I read it 35996|Mother, O my mother give me 35996|My little one, my little one dear 35996|My lips I will not speak till I've said my say 35996|My mother, O my mother give me 35996|Nurse, can you open the package? 35996|Nibble, Nibble, fetch the milk 35996|Nile, Nile, the grass at my feet; dear 35996|No, I will not have you kiss me, 35996|Now my little one, I say 35996|Now I have found you, my dear 35996|O, don't you forget, my Darling 35996|O, sing a song by dale and hill 35996|O who would sleep 35996|O, sing a sweet song 35996|O dear! my Dear! how kind you are 35996|Oh, hush, hush! hush, my baby 35996|Oh, Mother Goose, stop a while 35996|Oh, Mother Goose, have you any more 35996|On a little vase of clay 35996|On the mountain, at my feet 35996|On my little pony 35996|On the Ocean!--a good friend 35996|O, Mother Goose, come down to me 35996|O, mother goose, you are a happy goose 35996|O, Sea-Faring, how I fear 35996|O sweet! my Dear! you are better than me 35996|O sweet, my Darling 35996|O that you could see like me 35996|O sweetheart, O my Sweet! don't say me not-- 35996|O, come and bring me my green basket 35996|Oh, dear! the sun is shining 35996|Oh, dear! my Darling, my Darling 35996|Oh, you that lisp 35996|O my Jack-o'-Lantern, good-night, good-night 35996|O, let me go once more 35996|O kiss me, mother Goose 35996|O dear!--The Sun can shine 35996|O Love, I want to say, but can't 35996|O love, my little Lamb 35996|O Mother Goose, ride away, ride away 35996|O spare me the terror 35996|O spare me the anguish 35996|O look not on yonder sea, it is not fair, 35996|Old age is strange and new beginnings are unknown 35996|Of a child's love what words can paint the scene 35996|On the mountain, on the road of the days to be 35996|Of a dream, my Darling 35996|On a little stream that winds 35996|Ony one that knows, my darling One 35996|O Susan, O Susan, I know 35996|Pack, the fox and the owl, 35996|Possessed of the best, 35996|Pugmire puffs his power 35996|Pumpkin, the most like a flower 35996|Queen and slave, the whole of our lives 35996|Rarely seen, rare--and yet 35996|Rejoice, ye sons of old! 35996|Rock-a-bye, baby, good-bye 35996|Roses, by right our master we obey, 35996|Roses, from bud to ripe 35996|San Francisco, you have so much to do 35996|Sandy-wind, wind not carried ======================================== SAMPLE 30 ======================================== 1365|But I am soothed and comforted; 1365|With the music of the wind 1365|And the sound of the waves, 1365|I am the same old dreamer, dreaming in a forest of the North-land. 1365|"Ah me! what is this, that seems 1365|Like a shadow to arise?" 1365|"Only a dream, my friend, it is." 1365|"Only a fancy, you'll agree." 1365|"I wish I had some good music there!" 1365|The wind was playing on a harp of scarlet, 1365|Playing, playing, 1365|As if he were drunk, 1365|Drunken winds were all around us, 1365|Heigh-ho! 1365|Drunken winds, they are a fiendish trick, 1365|They are not good, nor yet good enough for me. 1365|But go, and as you pass 1365|Drop, to get a glimpse, 1365|Through the branches of this tree; 1365|It is well so grown, the stem is still fresh. 1365|This was the story their mother told them: 1365|"When you are a little higher, 1365|Pray heed not the wind, 1365|It cannot harm you; 1365|He is a spirit here, as he moves through your house; 1365|Heigh-ho! 1365|It is better to speak good-will to men 1365|Than to blame them; 1365|It is better to stand upright 1365|Than to sit down." 1365|When the wind goes a-wailing about the world, 1365|He is like a madman; 1365|In his hands the lightning is wandering; 1365|Who can tell what strange mischief he will bring? 1365|Why do you play at home? Oh why? 1365|The children all are playing, 1365|All are playing, 1365|All are at home in their playhouse, 1365|The children have everything. 1365|When the wind goes a-wailing about the world, 1365|He is not so polite; 1365|One can teach him nothing at all; 1365|Who would ever be taken in such a fight, 1365|Oh what is it, pray? 1365|The children all are laughing, 1365|The children all are laughing, 1365|They would fight. 1365|Oh, what are the flowers and fruits? in a word, 1365|The little things that every day's to see, 1365|The little things that every day's to forget, 1365|What makes the pretty faces to grow older? 1365|Why, everything, that's wonderful and new, 1365|The flowers and fruits will make us old and gray. 1365|What makes the pretty faces to grow older? 1365|To make us remember every day, 1365|The little things that come and pass; 1365|Then to be as happy as can be; 1365|Oh, the day at last 1365|Is always sweet, but who would count a crown, 1365|When a picture is in a book! 1365|"The little children come to us so early," 1365|In summertime, in summertime, 1365|Children come and play all the time; 1365|Oh! they take your heart away. 1365|We'll try to help the little children, 1365|Let's give them a good long play; 1365|Let's make the summer weather fine; 1365|We know we can keep them out. 1365|In the summertime, in summertime, 1365|Let us make it daily plain; 1365|And, when they get home, let them know 1365|That we'll keep them out all the year; 1365|We always do our very best; 1365|And always think of them best. 1365|We've learned this lesson after a little while: 1365|"Don't be too good; be just a little!" 1365|If you go to play we are waiting, 1365|The little children are playing; 1365|We'll let you take your practice flying; 1365|You know, I think, how I hate it. 1365|Our captain holds you in his arms, he gives you kisses, 1365|He watches ======================================== SAMPLE 40 ======================================== 26333|And, as in fear of you, the mother I may be. 26333|"What are you thinking of, Mrs. Glessman?" 26333|"Are you thinking of your daughter?" 26333|And the woman leaned out of her window 26333|And went upstairs slowly with her son,-- 26333|Hush! for he is thinking of his mother! 26333|When the old woman went down in the grave-hill 26333|She wore an old suit of blue 26333|And her apron with the small green lace. 26333|You can shake them off when you are past: 26333|But you always do seem short and fat. 26333|And this morning, you always look thin. 26333|Some women grow stiff like potatoes; 26333|Some like to be so "chippy"; 26333|And some women grow their hair long 26333|And some have great straight hair; 26333|But the woman you see standing there 26333|Has stood so her whole life long. 26333|So, as time is flying, the light is dying, 26333|I hope my story will be sweet. 26333|It may not be true what you tell me, 26333|But it is true--it is quite true: 26333|If you are going out you need not stop 26333|Unless you are very, very tired. 26333|If you are going to tea, go at it straightway, 26333|Or else be patient until you are through. 26333|The cat in the corner is a very good model for you: 26333|You must set her down quietly on the soft, fine cloth 26333|And turn about and put it carefully away in the closet. 26333|But at intervals she will mutter what you will not: 26333|She wears a kind of white cocked hat which, being black, it conceals 26333|A long robe, in which her fingers so deftly pattern the lace 26333|That it will surely be long enough to cover you two at tea. 26333|To make my story complete, I must very simply state that 26333|The child I told you of is the sweetest she has ever been. 26333|"Can you tell me how to play?" 26333|This I ventured to say: 26333|But I could only answer, "Oh!" 26333|The child sat silent awhile: 26333|Then, rising with a bitter smile, 26333|She said, "I can." 26333|And why should I be blamed, if I did indeed say, and she 26333|answered, with a bitter sigh, 26333|"I can tell you what to do." 26333|"And then?" said the child. 26333|Again, with a bitter laugh. 26333|I was a little boy then, and went as the little boy went: 26333|A little boy, too, and I was a little boy's friend at school. 26333|The people in the street that day were twenty-two: 26333|I was twenty-three: 26333|And this is what the people said: 26333|"What a beautiful lad, indeed, 26333|To-day so newly arrived! 26333|He'll join our society, we're sure; 26333|And he'll surely be a useful boy." 26333|I was a little boy then, and as my friend went out I held 26333|In my hand a pretty paper. "Dear me!" said a little fellow, 26333|"Where did you get it?" 26333|"I only got it out of the rain," 26333|He explained. "No one gave me the rain." 26333|"Why, then," said I, "why didn't you give it me?" 26333|He said: "I thought I would; and I did." 26333|The little boy looked at me, and suddenly he looked at the paper, 26333|And I can see how he felt. 26333|I was a little boy then, and as a little boy's friend I went 26333|Up a very high stair 26333|Just to see his thoughts. 26333|But before I spoke he turned away, 26333|And went on with lighter heart 26333|Than ever I have known. 26333|And I have been like other little boys 26333|Who, one by one, have learned to walk 26333|On their cheeks, and on their hands ======================================== SAMPLE 50 ======================================== 42051|So close that he could scarcely hear 42051|The music of my voice, 42051|For I was the sweet and simple voice 42051|Of all my heart, and ever sang 42051|To all my sorrowing sisters, one 42051|Sweet voice only: for no other one 42051|With her could change the music of the deep, 42051|Like a great sea-bird in its flight: 42051|Her beauty was the music of my soul. 42051|And I loved that single voice so well 42051|I might not hear the other three: 42051|And then at last I loved that solitary sweetheart more, 42051|And my heart was like a quiet ocean, 42051|That sings as it murmurs, 42051|And the music of the soundless deeps 42051|Hath turned me to its own. 42051|And now when I have turned my face 42051|To the pale and dreamful sea, 42051|And the ships drifting, 42051|Where my heart is most, 42051|I shall never know it more! 42051|For, ever driven before the wind, 42051|I shall leave behind, 42051|In a stormy sleep, 42051|The long white road,-- 42051|The deep and stormy road, 42051|The silent and stormy road. 42051|I came to the house, which the house was built in, upon a time 42051|Before our souls had ever known the city of men, 42051|Before the city of dreams had taken us wholly from our bodies, 42051|A little house was built me upon a time, upon the edge 42051|Of a broad country, upon the edge of a broad land: 42051|And I heard the city-gates upon a time, 42051|And I thought the city-gates upon my soul had been 42051|The gates of a far, far city far and small: 42051|I came to the house, and the house I came to find 42051|Was old and crumbling, and had taken to its feet 42051|A many years of dust, and many of rain, 42051|A many long years of toil, and labour, and fear: 42051|And I saw the house, upon its old and crumbling wall, 42051|Which had taken to its feet the years of toil, and labour, 42051|Before the feet of any soul had ever known 42051|The crumbling steps of any life had trod the world. 42051|And I knew that I was weary of the city-wall, 42051|Of the crumbling, crumbling prison in the town. 42051|The city-gates were old and used to toiling, 42051|As the feet of any soul had ever known: 42051|And I turned to the door, and entered on the moor, 42051|With never a thought beyond the house before. 42051|For never a thought beyond its last despair, 42051|No thought beyond the house I left so long ago, 42051|No thought beyond the moor my soul had known: 42051|Yet as I came, before the long, long rain, 42051|The city-gates were opened, and I knew 42051|That the soul of me lay hidden deep below, 42051|In the heart of any heart, in their deep, deep dark. 42051|There in the night I found me, alone, 42051|I was not with other souls who went 42051|To the great city-gates in the dark. 42051|I was alone: and though I had seen 42051|Many souls go forth through them before, 42051|This soul, with many tears and many years, 42051|Had never gone out through any door. 42051|I looked in the dark toward the city-wall; 42051|And all the houses far away were light-- 42051|So far! but I knew that at the end 42051|I need must go through one long door for them, 42051|And the city-gates were a little nearer then. 42051|Still, I was very weary, and I knew 42051|That in the night must go to them at last 42051|The soul within their hearts, and they had seen 42051|The light of many morning-eyes go down 42051|Out of a great far town; and the night must come 42051|And be not yet dawn ======================================== SAMPLE 60 ======================================== 2334|They are all gone down, and the King says nothing more. 2334|The sea is round about the little shore, 2334|And the sea-wind shakes beneath the sun; 2334|O how I long for the sea-cliffs far away, 2334|And the sea-birds all together flown! 2334|The waves are white on the beach at Aycee, 2334|The wind is cold in the Aycee glen; 2334|The sea-birds fly in the anemone spray, 2334|But my lonely soul yearns beyond the coast. 2334|Through the green-banked waters into Aycee 2334|I roamed, unharmed and unshackled; 2334|Men shivered in the noonday cold, 2334|But joyous voices sung in my ears, 2334|"Bide with me, O Bachelor of Graves!" 2334|The sea-fires flamed on the anemone, 2334|The waters murmur to the sea. 2334|In my heart was one clear thought, one burning thought-- 2334|"Forbear, O men! the dreadful war!" 2334|A long cold yeargood in my heart for the sea, 2334|And the sea-fowl and the sea-cows' cry; 2334|And my thought on the shore-cliffs far away 2334|Burned like a beacon fiery with fate. 2334|Foolish were the men who fled from Meikki, 2334|And foolhardy were the men who met her; 2334|But now the people laugh and clap and call, 2334|"Bide with us, O Bachelor of Graves!" 2334|And the sea-bird's cry is still on the wind. 2334|I know my way is still far away, 2334|Across the sands, across the sea, 2334|I knew it to the last, and yet--I know 2334|I shall not go to Aycees Glen. 2334|Aycees Glen?--What is Aycees Glen?--What is its name?-- 2334|When the sun goes down in the east, 2334|And the grey mist creeps across the sky 2334|From east to west on the passing day, 2334|Then Aycees Glen is in my heart to-day, 2334|For the old loves and the old dreams are here, 2334|And the young dreams are in my breast to-be, 2334|And the old loves are come to me. 2334|Aycees Glen!--the sweet pastures of my youth, 2334|The old ways and the new things to do; 2334|When the grey mist creeps across the sky 2334|From east to west on the passing day, 2334|Then Aycees Glen is in my heart to-day, 2334|For the old loves and the old dreams are here, 2334|And the young dreams are in my breast to-be. 2334|The snow has fallen so long that the lambs 2334|Were busy making soup in the lanes, 2334|But I went out to the fields again, 2334|And I saw my red crone under the hill. 2334|She must work hard for my bread, and soon, 2334|As the snow fell so thick and heavy, 2334|A new wind came from out the west, 2334|And wet was the weather. 2334|In the dark she sat on the edge of the shed, 2334|Keeping a close eye on the chicken coop 2334|That hung up at the shed door now; 2334|There was never a shower so the paint was wet 2334|In the dark and the fields on that day. 2334|As the snow fell o'er her the red crone trembled 2334|And trembled till she could see with sore eyes 2334|The white snow that rolled on the ground below. 2334|And she watched till the sun went down 2334|For the cold rain of the west was over all; 2334|And still with her watching till he came, 2334|The crone at last saw the chicken coop hung up now. 2334|With a little cry, like a little child 2334|She snatched the chicken out from under the hill. 2334|That was all. The chicken with red wings, 2334|Wings white and wings of brown ======================================== SAMPLE 70 ======================================== 19221|From yon fair hill by the sea 19221|That overlooks the waves; 19221|There let them lie when it is day: 19221|The fearful dead may live! 19221|With a parting kiss he took her hand, 19221|And softly said, 'Lie still, my dear, lie still, lie still;' 19221|'Twas under the spreading willow tree 19221|Where she was laid in the carnation moor, 19221|That now my Harold sleeps in his heir; 19221|Methinks I smell the fresh and mellow scent 19221|Of the hawthorn blooms upon the bank. 19221|The hawthorn bushes growing gay; 19221|And through yon spreading willow tree 19221|That now my dear-lov'd Harold sleeps in his heir, 19221|Methinks I smell the hawthorn blooms perfume, 19221|Ah me! what is't that floats on the air? 19221|It is honey of hawthorn fresh and sweet; 19221|The nestling dreams not that it lives. 19221|'Twas a little thing, little thing, 19221|A little thing on the grassy sod; 19221|A thing of God, a thing of earth indeed; 19221|It came into his keeping so. 19221|The very very very very child 19221|Of the Sun's old motherhood; 19221|He knows what Love is, and he knows 19221|That what he gives is what He takes; 19221|He gives; I doo not know if I may 19221|My love or my young love remember. 19221|O, did ye see her hair, and saw her eyes, 19221|And mark how like her breath was her glance, 19221|How like her breath could her look be, 19221|And then ye would have known she was not she. 19221|Was there a thing on the earth then made, 19221|Or fashioned in an hour to be, 19221|A thing on earth then begot that day; 19221|And did its birth be sweet, or foul? 19221|For sure, fair day, ye saw not how her hair 19221|And her bright eyes dropped like the dew 19221|From her white hand a pearl, as it lay there; 19221|And she herself look'd so like the air 19221|That ye might scarce of her suppose 19221|Her presence there was meant, or that she was there; 19221|For still the same sweet air she seems to breathe, 19221|And still her lips seem to look to see 19221|The white pearls droop tenderly below 19221|Her lid as she looks in the west. 19221|And when ye saw the little hands of hers, 19221|You would have known that she was not she; 19221|Ye would have felt her heart be heavy, 19221|As if it was the child of despair, 19221|Or that she thought of something that was not her: 19221|For still she seems to feel the cold, bright tears, 19221|And still she looks on something dim, 19221|And seems but faintly aware that ye are there. 19221|Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, 19221|Thou's met me oft to-night, 19221|An' hast a' things to tell, 19221|Awww, wee flow'r, 19221|That may auster pleasure prove. 19221|But thou hast ne'er a word to say, 19221|For how couldst thou conceal 19221|That flow'r's color, it's purple-red, 19221|An' a' its purple stain? 19221|An' lest a lover should forget 19221|The purple in the wee flow'r, 19221|An' perchance forget the flow'r, 19221|Forbid it brown, purple flow'r, 19221|If it dye his sleeve. 19221|Twa blushes, wee pair, 19221|Sae blue and sweet; 19221|Sae luv defile; 19221|Twa waur bewurst 19221|Down on the green. 19221|A-mahnden two, 19221|An' one for thrice, 19221|The second a youth, 19221|That's wisest, mean ======================================== SAMPLE 80 ======================================== 30235|A thousand years or less, 30235|Have made his wife, and child, 30235|His friends, his countrymen: 30235|And I am only his woman still, 30235|The wife of his paramour." 30235|"The English are not so free with our men 30235|As we suppose. When Charles of Anjou 30235|To his great foe, the French, sent th' embassy, 30235|They found the integrity of France guarded 30235|By a whole army." 30235|But Sir John of Devonshire answered,--"Ay! 30235|The French are not so free with our men as we 30235|Believe: 30235|And therefore, when Charles sent the king his lordly son 30235|To punish, they are not so free with our men 30235|As we 30235|Believe. The king is but a privateer of France; 30235|And when he sends the French into England 30235|To crush them, his army will set up o'er us." 30235|"Then we will have our doubts, men," the king replied; 30235|"There's not more English blood in our veins than French; 30235|To drive the English into France as I must, 30235|Is madness in men." 30235|The arch-prince, Sir Richard, Sir John of Devonshire, 30235|And the king, with the rest, 30235|With one accord 30235|Cried, "By John of! Let me alone, I implore!" 30235|Their sovereign made answer,--"Ay! and that outrage 30235|Is revenge:" 30235|"Nay, fool that I were," the French exclaimed; 30235|"Would I were in France!" 30235|The arch-prince, Sir Richard, Sir John, thou art; 30235|So let it be so,-- 30235|Let our hearts nevermore beat high above the common!" 30235|And the princely three, in their wrath and our dismay, 30235|Cried, "By France, let her own tongue utter THOU." 30235|The king cried, "By Heaven, I will send her not thee!" 30235|Then forth from the court rose the arch-prince's wife, 30235|And--"By God, I'm all afire!" 30235|Then forth from the queen's fair hall rose the queen's maid, 30235|And cried, "By France, I know thee!" 30235|The arch-prince, Sir Richard, Sir John, the arch-prince, 30235|The arch-prince cried next! 30235|"By France, by God, by France, I tell thee, stay! 30235|By God, by God, by my life! I am not here! 30235|By God, I am but a privateer with Spain:-- 30235|The good king hath sent me to punish thine." 30235|"Ay! and the French are not so brave as they talk." 30235|The arch-prince, Sir Richard, Sir John, cried, then 30235|Up started from her seat; 30235|"By God, by God, they're in a fury." 30235|"But we'll be just," he cried, "as good men can be!" 30235|So, to the hall at once 30235|Of the royal chamber they were brought, and the king cried, 30235|"By God, by God, this man is our ruin; 30235|For breaking the peace was his fault alone, 30235|So we must make him pay." 30235|But what should they talk of, the French might not hear, 30235|For fear would be stilled; 30235|And all day long to the far-away they came, 30235|Sounding to meet them on their way. 30235|Up sprang the sovereign, and called his men together; 30235|"Here's the Duke of the French--here's my liege Maximilian. 30235|Here's my child, my child, my queen, my lady Beatrice. 30235|Here's their sire, with him that brought them to the rescue." 30235|Then answered the little soldier Dan de Vigo. 30235|"O I am Sir Richard," said he, 30235|"And his name is also Sir Richard." 30235|From that knight, so ======================================== SAMPLE 90 ======================================== 1030|Wage war with France and the Duke of Flanders; 1030|That is our object, if we can't at once 1030|Make him an outlaw and traitor as well; 1030|He doth us wrong who makes us so bold, 1030|And will not sit by while Parliament sleeps." 1030|"What are the odds?" said the Duke, "you shall see; 1030|For we have lost our English ambassador." 1030|"What are the odds?" repeated the parliament; 1030|The Duke of Flanders returned an answer more 1030|(The King himself did not understand it). 1030|At length the Duke of Flanders his speech broke short, 1030|And said, "My Lords, I have a little tale to tell you: 1030|"My friend is a man of many talents, 1030|And many talents also can I tell you. 1030|He's come at our request for a trade, 1030|To our great charge, my lords, he's come at your summons. 1030|We've bought him here, and he's yours for a guinea; 1030|In return we'll fight as your knights and your squires; 1030|There's but one cause of all our dissensions, - 1030|We want him back again for the lady May-day." 1030|"Well-a-day, good-a-day," (the Duke of Flanders cried), 1030|"We are lost for ever, all you who hate us. 1030|For if he return for the lady May-day, 1030|This is but a game to your lordship and yours. 1030|If that be the case, then I'll give you the chance, 1030|And show you how to win them by your doing." 1030|The Pope then rose, with his hood he's hanging down, 1030|And bade the barons march out of the hall, 1030|And swear obedience and faith unto God, 1030|To be whipped at the hands if they disobeyed; 1030|He looked on his flock, and gave them his hand; 1030|Then sent his Pope's Master, with every man 1030|To fight like a pilot for the lady May-day: 1030|The barons were ready in many a land, 1030|And many a baron of great prowess; 1030|But the Duke of Flanders was first in to-do, 1030|For he'd never lose in an encounter, 1030|And that he should come within feet of the lady. 1030|Thus the Pope in his hood the Pope was calling, 1030|And his face full of rage and delight: 1030|"You have made my head, for none can be worse; 1030|For if my orders should rise, and you fall, 1030|There's nothing in it that I can't endure; 1030|But make fast before you, and take my hat off, 1030|And tell her to leave off quarrels with men. 1030|My friends and I, with this great army 1030|On a grand project to raise more money. 1030|In a month-and-a-half we'll have the trade over, 1030|And all the good that it shall do thee; 1030|But I fear that our Pope must in fine tell us 1030|That the time must come when our money's gone." 1030|Lord Aldeboran and his men were sent 1030|To the field of battle to find out 1030|How to raise their money to complete 1030|Their glorious work in building Holy Week; 1030|There they found all the tricks of money, 1030|Like many a knab's, who thinks they're all; 1030|He thinks his money is good, but I say, 1030|He thinks the knabs are all wrong in him. 1030|They thought, therefore, to raise a sum that 1030|Was good of any use to them, but nought 1030|To raise the Bishop of the town, a man 1030|Who made the Archbishop of Canterbury, 1030|For it was written before they went, - 1030|The Bishop should come first and all that. 1030|He is out of place in Holy Week, 1030|If in the streets and on the pave. 1030|Then he thought a thing, that is not rare, 1030|I know not how, ======================================== SAMPLE 100 ======================================== 1287|She saw the sun a-glinting, 1287|And the stars were shining! 1287|She saw the sky a-glowin', 1287|And the sea a-mochin'. 1287|She heard the music and singing, 1287|And the glad music, 1287|And her own beloved voice, 1287|That her bosom throbbed with, 1287|Through the joyous evening! 1287|She saw the lovely maiden, 1287|With her neck so supple, 1287|So she stretched so far away, 1287|And the man came nearer 1287|With his arm so loving, 1287|As she murmured softly, 1287|'Be comforted, my sister!' 1287|She heard the song-like rippling 1287|Of happy waters, 1287|As they lightly rippled 1287|As they murmured softly 1287|'Be comforted, my sister!' 1287|The sun-beam shines so brightly, 1287|As he brightens the waters, 1287|As he glows in the vale. 1287|It rose so suddenly, 1287|And a maiden sat sighing, 1287|On the hill-side, 'mid the meadows. 1287|"O, you must give in!" she said, 1287|A sorrowful sighing. 1287|"I will give in willingly, 1287|And I will lie with my sister 1287|In the cave, for I love her 1287|"To my heart's delight, this moment! 1287|Yes, I will lie with my sister 1287|While the waves are raging! 1287|"Her bosom with love glows, 1287|And her eyes with love glowed! 1287|And she smiled upon me the while-- 1287|I'll give in willingly!" 1287|THE wild-wood is the richest, 1287|The greenest, the fairest, 1287|And the dearest of all is the maiden, 1287|And the flower of the woodland. 1287|If in the dewy moonbeams 1287|She sighs, her sighing 1287|Is the sweetest of singing 1287|From the bird and bird of night. 1287|And when all the day is over, 1287|And twilight is approaching. 1287|The sweetest of all is the singing 1287|From the bird and bird of night. 1287|She sleeps in the sunny glade, 1287|Her sleep is sweetest, 1287|And her wakefulness is greatest, 1287|While the sun is shining. 1287|The wildwood was the richest, 1287|The greenest, the fairest, 1287|And the dearest of all is the maiden, 1287|And the flower of the woodland. 1287|As she lay on her bed of leaves, 1287|She spoke aloud her thoughts of life,-- 1287|That to her a sweet dream is best; 1287|And, as she spoke, upon her head 1287|Was the bright star that shone so bright. 1287|She felt as the day was near, 1287|She felt as the shade of night, 1287|And the sweet thought of life she said 1287|Bore a lovely daughter fair. 1287|She laid her head in her lap, 1287|And a tear at every turn, 1287|Stood like a tear that dripped 1287|From the bird's raven head. 1287|She gazed and gazed upon this 1287|With a sorrowful, half-amazement, 1287|She thought within her breast 1287|That she ne'er should see her sister 1287|Again evermore. 1287|With many a sigh was she sighing, 1287|For she knew that day was near, 1287|And that the sweetest of thoughts 1287|Is the tear of the sweetest bird. 1287|The bird she knew she loved best, 1287|The bird that loved the most, 1287|Her dearest sister was,-- 1287|She wept with a happy grief. 1287|Oh! when she sees now the morning, 1287|With starlit skies ablaze, 1287|And a face which love first spied,-- 1287|What a sweet day is ======================================== SAMPLE 110 ======================================== 2558|The little girl of the mountain, 2558|A bright, blue, and golden child! 2558|The little girl of the mountain, 2558|A sunny mountain child! 2558|The little child of the mountain, 2558|The maiden from the cloud. 2558|The little child of the mountain, 2558|The little, little maid! 2558|The little child of the mountain, 2558|The little, little maid!" 2558|The sky was far above, the mountains high, 2558|The clouds were gray and high, 2558|And the little boat and the oars and bows were near, 2558|There was never weather like the time 2558|When I heard the oars and saw the topsail's line. 2558|"Oars and bows! Oars and bows!" 2558|I called, and exclaimed, 2558|"My bows and oars are made of pure gold, 2558|Though I know not what they mean: 2558|I would fain go on board the same I am." 2558|"Go on board!" cried one, "for God and pride! 2558|And let the boat go light--not fast, 2558|But gentle--as the breeze will blow. 2558|For God and pride and speed--we will go on!" 2558|It was an old sail, and so high and high 2558|The sail of the little boat, 2558|She sailed upon a lake of crystal light, 2558|As clear and still as the water's breast; 2558|And the wind, that was swiftest, did the least harm, 2558|And the foam, like flakes of snow, the little maiden kissed. 2558|Thus, thus, and thus did the gayest sail run 2558|The lightest, and wind the fastest, 2558|To the shore of a blue-clad lake; while each 2558|The other's name did sing and say 2558|On the water far and near: 2558|"O me! how I wish!--O me! how I wish 2558|That I might the boat of a mermaid be!" 2558|And the boat was made for every kind, 2558|And some knew how, and some didn't: 2558|The pilot was a little brown-eyed walrus, 2558|And the crew a crew of wampum deer. 2558|But the fish they never came back, 2558|That little brown-eyed walrus; 2558|So that pilot and all the fish, 2558|And all the wampum deer, 2558|Were all sent back to whence they came, 2558|To be fed to gruesomeness. 2558|And thus in silence they ran on shore, 2558|To be fed to gruesomeness; 2558|While the sun did shine on the lake, 2558|And the sun shone bright on the boat, 2558|And where the waves did laugh, 2558|There sat the mermaid and sat the deer. 2558|She sat and sang: and they said, 2558|"O me! how we wish!--O me! how we wish 2558|That we mames could be mames, and we be boys!" 2558|It was noon, and through the twilight bright, 2558|The mariners sailed on. 2558|The waters rolled on high, 2558|Till midnight broke; 2558|And the pilot and all the marauders 2558|Fled, scared and scared. 2558|When the sun fell on the shore, 2558|As if in anger, he flew 2558|And burned the eyes of the walrus, 2558|And he turned his tail and he roared, 2558|And shook his tail and he roared, 2558|Till the wave broke above. 2558|His tail he laid upon the sand, 2558|And laughed and roared, they say, 2558|Till the shore looked blue, and the water ran 2558|In the sunset red. 2558|"Now," said the pilot, "fetch me a boat, 2558|I'll row us to shore." 2558|There was a skiff upon the lake, 2558|There was a bark upon the shore, 2558|All on a stormy night. 2558|"O where will you find a boat?" 2558|And ======================================== SAMPLE 120 ======================================== 8798|Thus she her words re-summ'd: "When I of old 8798|Saw my second self coming, by my seat 8798|Serene, to me she seem'd to stand apart, 8798|Her eyes on me direct, and to my life 8798|This was the bond whereby I was enfranchised. 8798|From her I neither saw the girl, nor knew her, 8798|Till from the tree, that spread beneath us, grew 8798|A shoot; and, as it after watered grew, 8798|Dearer to me than is the sun was that ray. 8798|Admiring, I toward the height where God 8798|Rated us, turn'd me toward her: and, "Woman, now 8798|Description so sorely demands," said I, 8798|"That I for now may be satisfied, attend 8798|To what thou dost reveal." She replied: 8798|"I was a virgin sister in the flesh, 8798|But womb of an Apostle: this I came 8798|To seek, if thou hadst heart and wish to hear 8798|How nymphs in other dances fared. A nymph 8798|Such as to thee appears not, for she ran 8798|Full of herself, with feet and winding sheet 8798|Affection's mistress. Thou well mayst marvel, 8798|If she to death had come. That never cow 8798|Stayed beating was Minerva's accountant, 8798|When she discharg'd her stallion. Such began 8798|Amorous pair, and then the later fry, 8798|Ere man arose. But that which seems to me 8798|Of most consequence, concerning them all, 8798|Was their departing from the ordinary way, 8798|And from the spiritual. They were apart 8798|And alone for ever. This is Homer, 8798|And that which follows him; and if thou listen, 8798|In reading thou mayst well believe what I say. 8798|A similar delusion now o'ercasts my head, 8798|Even of the writers, who write of love 8798|In prose or in the human. I beheld 8798|A virgin cavalier courteously invite 8798|To his abode a daughter beauteous, fair, 8798|But helpless, and of simple gest they be, 8798|As months or years may be extended. With him 8798|Pass'd a tent of hospitable judges, 8798|Attending to the lawful marriage of 8798|Those kinsmen of their關[A] and of their weal, 8798|That for the king were chosen to perform 8798|His civility. E'en as I beheld 8798|A host of people, who, with loud wails 8798|Resounded, going next the ship, his own, 8798|His country's, or the first of nations' courts, 8798|He prayed that all might there in silence stay, 8798|And in their turn be appeased. In thee, 8798|O Father, I have dwelt with perfect joy; 8798|And great as is thy love, and profound, 8798|And steadfast as the steadfast showers are, 8798|Which, for their merit, yet seek no skies. 8798|Many people have believed, as I believe, 8798|That I, who made the heaven and earth, and all 8798|Things which I photograph, did sit still 8798|With silent hope of favour with the mighty 8798|That smote me from the chain whence I was fell. 8798|But love will bear us winged flight from both; 8798|And, howsoever fervent, does not lead 8798|To that celestial realm, where she, who sees 8798|The secret of everything, and knows 8798|By what passions moved me to that strait 8798|Upon which the fierce mountain Rays their spires 8798|Impress their palpitation, made the way 8798|For mortals to pass to their own loss. 8798|The honour that a faithful verse bestows 8798|Upon his author, truly hath decreed 8798|Of force and perfection: but the praise 8798|That waxeth still through him, unbounded, I 8798|Pass not unworthy of. (And this is plain, 8798 ======================================== SAMPLE 130 ======================================== 5185|To the forest trees he hastens, 5185|Throws himself down in despair; 5185|To the river, downward gliding, 5185|To the cataract's side ascends he, 5185|Bathes in the stream and water, 5185|Thus addressing Thoos-kin and brothers, 5185|Saying, these shall be their counsels; 5185|I shall make thy father's fields, 5185|Thy paternal hills, ascend with me; 5185|I shall plant and rear in peace 5185|This my son's dwelling-place, 5185|Build upon the ocean-billows, 5185|In the waters flow my waters, 5185|Falling from the thousand islands; 5185|Water freely in the eddies, 5185|Falling from the waterfalls of rivers, 5185|On the meadows of the mountains; 5185|Water in the springs of Sariola; 5185|And the spring, and waterfall, 5185|Falling from the castles of Suomi, 5185|Falling through the fen-lands downward, 5185|Falling in the fishing-waters; 5185|Falling to the falls of Pondewis, 5185|Falling on SNOW'S bosom cold-bay, 5185|Falling to the castles of Lahti, 5185|Falling to the islands forest-dwelling. 5185|In the falls of Kalevala, 5185|Gaily dances Lemminkainen, 5185|On the falls of Kalevala, 5185|Climbs in the sloping waters, 5185|Leaping upward leaps with joy; 5185|Then he wades in the river, 5185|On the blue-back of the billows, 5185|Dives in the waters of Suomi; 5185|There to swim unerringly 5185|In the shinin-stone of Manala. 5185|There he plunges as diver plunges, 5185|There he plunges as eniver, 5185|In the stone of Kalevala; 5185|Deep the grave and spacious enough, 5185|Well-filled with stones and water! 5185|Thus attempered, deep and wide, 5185|Thus secure against evaporation, 5185|From the fen the hero rises, 5185|Rising from the waters gray-lock; 5185|Floating 'mid the Lake's turbid waters, 5185|To the heights of Northland heights, 5185|To the castles of Wainola, 5185|To Wainola's halls and chambers, 5185|To the chambers of his mother. 5185|Where his beauteous mother lay, 5185|In the first of her delves, 5185|Seems he rising, rising still, 5185|From the slime and mud pooled there. 5185|Seeks he then her couch of joy, 5185|Seeking thus his cherished son, 5185|Seeking now his faithful hero, 5185|Carefully the cradle climbs, 5185|Ladders run among the waves, 5185|Rises o'er the troubled waters, 5185|To the rapine of the marshes. 5185|Seeks he now his beauteous mother, 5185|Seeking now his long-lost daughter, 5185|Thus he grasps the aged matron, 5185|Seeking now his Kaukomieli, 5185|Bounds he o'er the rolling billows, 5185|Thus he seems to float and move 5185|To the surface of the waters. 5185|Seeks he then his long-lost maiden, 5185|Still she screams, and moans, and sighs, 5185|Sees thy cradle in the waters, 5185|Feels thine anguish in the surf-waves. 5185|Seeks he now his long-lost mother, 5185|Still she shrieks, and moans, and sighs, 5185|Seeks the cradle in the waters, 5185|Goes to seek the sea-cave cave-maidens; 5185|Seeks she now the shore-stones, 5185|Drinks she holes and springs them likewise, 5185|In the deeps she speaks these words: 5185|"Whither, my darling, whither, 5 ======================================== SAMPLE 140 ======================================== 1719|I shall never find you; but the night 1719|That brings you may find me again, 1719|If I shall have a moment's look, 1719|Across the bridge that crosses all 1719|The dark, and in the portcullis 1719|Look in my face and find no face, 1719|No eyes to read my soul, 1719|No lips of ice to warm and fold 1719|My burning heart. 1719|The moon looks from the roof; 1719|In their flat embracings the men 1719|Catch glimpses of light, but then 1719|Light is a strange and sweet thing. 1719|The white-winged hawk is in the city again-- 1719|He comes in the night; we turn; 1719|His shadow on our windows burns, 1719|Fires blind by which we lie; 1719|And the night brings the sound and look 1719|He brings of the land of dreams. 1719|I go back to the place where I first found thee, 1719|I am young, I am old, old the same, 1719|I do not know how to feel. 1719|And we are alone and blind and wrong. 1719|And our hearts are weary, too weary; 1719|I am old in ways; but I am young 1719|And strong in my grief. 1719|And you shall be strong, perhaps, when time shall drive 1719|Your soul a-fleeing. We have lived too long. 1719|In our eyes, and under our thoughts, and in our dreams, 1719|We shall stand, our spirits, but our ears and eyes, 1719|As men stand watchful till our eyes shall see 1719|The thing that we have prayed. 1719|We have lived too long. The world is not our play, 1719|And not only the night is in its place, 1719|But always before we find our God. 1719|If there be a voice and a shape of sound 1719|In all the years that we have heard and seen, 1719|What a name and what a name have we made 1719|Of things that are dead and out of mind, 1719|We may make them live again and live again. 1719|What could life give to me to keep me born, 1719|To keep me going, and to keep me young? 1719|I say this of myself, that we were old, 1719|And yet young in spirit. 1719|We had not walked in death's place, but walked in youth, 1719|In light and heat, in song and dance. 1719|We had not walked in love, but walked in fear; 1719|In flesh no longer than a thing of fear, 1719|As one the end of the world. 1719|We are not strong to hear nor understand, 1719|But yet we walk as one among men; 1719|We know what is, what was, and what shall be, 1719|We know our life, our breath, and our death, 1719|Knowing our life, and not our death. 1719|Men talk of love, but what of love to us? 1719|All that we knew of love was lying there 1719|Under the shadow of the things not knowing. 1719|Men talk of peace, but what to us was peace? 1719|How could love live in the world of men, 1719|Where every day new words and new desires 1719|Might make the sun go down, and make men question 1719|And want and fear and sin? 1719|We have no hope, but we have work to do; 1719|The world speaks of hope, and knows not why, 1719|And our desire is of a sudden still 1719|And unawares. 1719|Men talk of a God, but what of a God? 1719|Before men spoke, and were not heard, 1719|Their hearts were kindled; their bright eyes shone; 1719|And it was well with many a soul 1719|That called upon Him. 1719|His name, that is full faint and strange, 1719|Hath meaning and that may sound divine 1719|To hearts without a name to know, 1719|Though many a name it bears. 1719|For many a name is fair to-day ======================================== SAMPLE 150 ======================================== 1568|With all its longs and sighs. 1568|So, when the old men wailed, 1568|I went and left them 1568|To walk by meadows in the twilight 1568|By the great church-yard wall: 1568|Or, in the dim old church-yard, 1568|Stand, with ivy clustering, 1568|Where the black ivy-tassels 1568|Hide the faces of the women in the church-yard wall. 1568|Till the autumn came with its rains and mist, 1568|And the sun, through his little silver-weed 1568|Bubbling, like a poisoned cup, 1568|Came down on the village garden-bed 1568|And washed the garden and the old farm-trees 1568|And swept them white, like a thing that lieth dead 1568|Upon the street. 1568|And the old men who said good-bye 1568|Saw the grey walls, and the black church-spire, 1568|And the white hands of the sleeping dead 1568|Lying across that dark and dusty floor; 1568|And when the days were darkest, 1568|At times, on the windows' creaking blinds, 1568|The little church-fire's flicker of yellow light 1568|Struck out upon the cold grey sky. 1568|But I went to the lonely place of burial - 1568|This is the place of burial, 1568|Here is the grave of little Hilda 1568|And here is the bed of her who died; 1568|Here is the coffin, wrapped in white fluff, 1568|And this is the prayer her mother said: 1568|O who would keep his peace 1568|By the little grave that the brown flowers keep 1568|In your sweet chestnut boughs, 1568|Or by the pall you leave so grand in the wall? 1568|O who would be his keeper 1568|When the harvest moon's a-scan, 1568|Or the autumn sky a-drift 1568|Along the glistening grain, 1568|And the little churchyard grass is still 1568|With the dead dead little ones whom you bury here? 1568|O who would be his keeper 1568|When the children are at play, 1568|When the summer moon's a-slanting 1568|Along the glistening grain, 1568|And you hear the laughter of good little boys, 1568|And the voices sweet of summer 1568|As they pass the old wood-gate, 1568|And a-nodding up and down. 1568|O who would be his keeper 1568|When the wind is in the hedging 1568|And the wild flowers kiss the corn-grains, 1568|And the birds come singing, 1568|With their glee and their song, 1568|To gather the golden moisture of song, 1568|And the children, their rosy faces, 1568|Follow them at the hedgerow till the cows 1568|Are safe in the pasture, 1568|And the moon is down and the rain is done; 1568|And the rain-drops dance 1568|In the wind-scented leaves of the maple trees 1568|And the children laugh, 1568|And the old grasses, wet from the rain, 1568|And the little pigs' bouncy hinds, 1568|And the cows when the pasture is full and the sheep 1568|Follow them on the ridges till all shall be 1568|They smile in their play 1568|Till the leaves dance in the little garden-grass 1568|And the sun in the little fields and the corn 1568|Keep the old joy in their play, 1568|And the tears in their eyes 1568|Stay with them as their joy in hours like these, 1568|And the children smile in their play, 1568|And their hands are full of the seeds of song 1568|That germinate songs as they smile, 1568|And the old grass in the garden grows green 1568|And fresh with the seedlings of song. 1568|They smile 1568|And the leaves dance in the garden in the moon and the sun 1568|And the little voices of children, 1568|And laughing and singing, 1568|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 160 ======================================== 2381|With a little bit of him. 2381|'Tis but a little thing 2381|I cannot see your face, Mrs. Prudence,-- 2381|It's the little that I can see. 2381|It's only the little that 2381|Cannot be pleased with; 2381|I know there was an oak-tree in the wood, 2381|And I think it's not the same oak-tree you see 2381|And the moon from the moon. 2381|'Tis only the little that 2381|Was not made to please; 2381|For though you say you know what I mean-- 2381|What d'you mean when you talk of such things? 2381|For the moon in the moon is the little that was made 2381|To be used for sun, 2381|And he said the wood was an oak tree. 2381|Oh, Mr. Little-foot, what is't you do? 2381|Oh, what is't you do to make the world so green? 2381|Oh, what is't you do that makes it so sweet? 2381|But why, when you are going to paint a tree? 2381|Where can you get a bit so soft and sweet? 2381|And how do you paint a branch that's so white? 2381|And if you were such as to paint a rose 2381|You wouldn't care about the leaves at all. 2381|So why don't you paint a tree? 2381|You've painted trees once, but you've never seen one. 2381|So then it's nothing new? 2381|And where in the world has anyone been? 2381|But I've been just where she lived and was good. 2381|Mr. Little-foot, you do not guess? 2381|Or is it only the oak tree? 2381|Or is it only the moon? 2381|Well, then, let me paint-- 2381|Where we met, a hundred years ago-- 2381|A lady and child. 2381|And it's you 2381|That I mean. 2381|'Tis only you 2381|Those places that were blue with the moon, 2381|And the sun, and the stars' soft light. 2381|So when I go round a yard or so, 2381|And pick a lock, or a peep once more, 2381|And the same old room is the place 2381|I left, to remind me, again-- 2381|Oh, do you think 2381|I ever shall complain, 2381|Or make my heart full of trouble again, 2381|That I can't give you back the trees. 2381|The moon is so bright, 2381|You are so fair, 2381|We cannot stay 2381|Long without play; 2381|The lark in the sky, 2381|I love you better, 2381|I shall try to say, 2381|And will try still, 2381|As the lark goes 2381|Over the gate. 2381|To go with the stars, 2381|To watch them soar, 2381|To look and to shine, 2381|To make a starry dream, 2381|To kiss the sky! 2381|The nightingale sings so low, 2381|She stops the world in its play: 2381|Ah, there is a part of her 2381|I love so much! 2381|The nightingale sings in the field, 2381|And a bee goes in to pollinate the stems: 2381|I am in love, and the flowers 2381|I shall find, 2381|Of the world they say my taste is coarse, 2381|But the bee's taste is heaven-high! 2381|Ah, what is it to be sweet? 2381|It is to sit all day 2381|And hear the nightingale, 2381|That sings the song of youth's golden prime 2381|And the dreams of manhood. 2382|"It is the time to stop a little for a smoke, 2382|In the dark village of Shrewsbury. 2382|A sprig of yellow holly I find, 2382|And a little old hearth to warm you a bit, 2382|And the smoke and the candlelight how they 2382| ======================================== SAMPLE 170 ======================================== 24644|And then he said, "That is so-so; 24644|Then we will all go home together; 24644|Yes, I can say that to you." 24644|Old Mother Goose, she built a house, 24644|Not knowing where to put it, 24644|And thereupon she built a bench, 24644|Not sure if that was good. 24644|She sat upon it, with her broom, 24644|And plowed the whole land round; 24644|But she found that it was not good, 24644|So she sat down upon it. 24644|Sir Ralph stayed at home, playing at cards, 24644|Calling all his friends away; 24644|But his parents would not arm them with arms 24644|Or bring them riding to the town. 24644|And Sir R--r soon as he heard it, 24644|Came in, and asked what was the matter. 24644|When Sir R--r said that he had been 24644|Forc'd away from school, and play'd all day: 24644|Sir R--r's parents were both saddled with him, 24644|So it pleased them to call him boy. 24644|Away went poor Old Mother Goose, with all her quill, 24644|And beat up Sir R--r, with a thorn; 24644|At which little Old Mother Goose began to grin, 24644|As she saw her own son look dejected. 24644|He play'd till twelve, when he came to the door 24644|With a basket on his arm, and a basket in his mouth; 24644|He peep'd through the shutter, and out stepped the Toad, 24644|For he was a very good cook. 24644|"Good sir, why come you out to rob us, sir?" 24644|"So do we, and no one is we." 24644|"Go to your mother, and tell her to come to; 24644|Good sir, we are a great train, and will keep them in, 24644|If she will drive a mile behind us." 24644|One, two, and three, 24644|Pour out of the bell and out of the bottle, 24644|They brim and they spout, 24644|And all the people come. 24644|One, two, three, 24644|Four, five, six, seven, 24644|Eight, nine, ten, eleven, 24644|Twelve, twelve, thirteen, 24644|"We never knew whether we'd get home safe, 24644|Or whether we wouldn't get home at all." 24644|Two small mice sat on a chair, 24644|One was in the corner, 24644|Two were in the chair together, 24644|Three were in the corner singly. 24644|"Two little mice sat on chairs, 24644|One in the back, and two in the front."] 24644|"Whip-poor-will's mine!" the mite in the corner murmured, 24644|"I can be a great lion man, 24644|I can jump up to the towers of Belfast 24644|And look down on Belfast town." 24644|"Oh, who will care, when the cat and the fiddle 24644|Have gone out to pasture?" 24644|The cow was going to the milking, 24644|The ox was going to the milking; 24644|And now the cats and the dogs have gone out to pasture, 24644|And the mice are all gone to pasture. 24644|"Who will take care when the cat and the fiddle 24644|Go to bed to sleep?" 24644|The rats and the cock, in a barn were talking, 24644|The pigs and the shepherds were standing by; 24644|"Who will nurse the little children when they're born?" 24644|"Who will go to the moor when the morn is alone?" 24644|"Who will go to the graveyard when the dead come by?" 24644|"Who will go to the graveyard when the dead come by?" 24644|It came to a pretty bed-- 24644|A pretty bed had I; 24644|The pretty mother did lie down; 24644|In a pretty bed were we. 24644|The pretty father lay on his back, 24644|Mary on his knees beside him kneeled, 24644|And kissed the ======================================== SAMPLE 180 ======================================== 15370|The best of all the sweets 15370|That come to folks who come-- 15370|That come when the time is o'erturned 15370|To some old friend of ours, 15370|When our love is a thing for tears, 15370|Our dear ones out of sight. 15370|The best of all the sweets--well, 15370|I'm not sure you'd know it yet-- 15370|Is the taste of that old home 15370|When the friends I love are nigh. 15370|It's like a cherry-- 15370|Like a cherry, 15370|I shall write at some point, dear-- 15370|I'd like for things I love; 15370|But I'd like them now, not ha'f o' them; 15370|So, a cherry, 15370|And a cherry, 15370|But I'd like to be a cherry. 15370|Of course, there's nothing better 15370|Than cherries, dear. 15370|(By the way, I love cherry-ripe, 15370|And I have a secret with that cherry. 15370|I'm not a very big lover of this flower. 15370|But I think it's the very very flower to me for which this one 15370|caterpillar, and the shrimp with white legs and antenna, and the 15370|scorpion with dark eyes and black, and the beetles with dark 15370|colours, and the beetle we call the "dumb bugs," with their 15370|black mouths and bodies like their mother's, and the tiny spiders 15370|with their tiniest fingers." 15370|But the best of all the sweets 15370|That come in a sweet friend's room 15370|Is his cherry-hole. 15370|When the friends I love are nigh, 15370|And the dear ones out of sight, 15370|It's sweetest--sweetest, dear-- 15370|When the merry, friendly friends 15370|That I love are nigh. 15370|"He who is happy oft is glad," 15370|So the old poets write: 15370|But are they right or wrong, 15370|We are far from happy when we're sad: 15370|Let's see, dear friend, 15370|Why I like this lark, and whom I love, 15370|This happy little Lark. 15370|We have all been glad, I hope, 15370|When our hopes and our fears took wing, 15370|And the earth was happy there, 15370|But when do you think the sky is glad? 15370|Do the clouds and the moon and the stars, 15370|If you look hard on their faces, smile? 15370|Is there joy in the sea and the land, 15370|If you ask it to tell you the truth? 15370|Do we ever? 15370|I see him on the water 15370|With his white sail all a-quiver, 15370|With the happy little lark 15370|At his elbow, and his nose 15370|All a-freckled with a golden curl, 15370|He loves to tell to the children here 15370|Whether it's snow or whether it's rain; 15370|He licks off the children's thumbs, 15370|He laughs at their faces, he makes them laugh, 15370|And he sits like an infant on their toes, 15370|And looks after them at their backs. 15370|The little Lark has a golden curl, 15370|With a fritch-comb of a voice, 15370|And a little bald head, and a nose 15370|Like an infant's crowning sinew 15370|He sings to the children, and when he sings, 15370|'Tis the children's music the while. 15370|The little lark so sweetly flutes, 15370|And claps his wings up high, 15370|I could hold my wings high for you, 15370|You dear little Lark, and kiss your tail-- 15370|Oh, the little Lark will always sing. 15370|I should really have to stop the song 15370|To tick the time so closely, 15370|I have such a tender way of singing, 15370|Such a dear, pensive note; 15370|I wonder why the children sing, ======================================== SAMPLE 190 ======================================== 5184|With the sword of Tuoni, 5184|With the deadly weapon of Tuoni, 5184|With the point of the sharpened sword-blade, 5184|With the blade of the God of Death!" 5184|Spake the evil Lemminkainen, 5184|Handsome hero, Kaukomieli, 5184|These the words the hero uttered: 5184|"Do not give me this thy answer, 5184|Do not yield to my threats ungrateful, 5184|Useless to me thy threatings, 5184|Useless to me thy threats as evil, 5184|Useless to me thy evil counsel; 5184|Thou hast fooled my hero-mindsom 5184|With thy magic to transgress me. 5184|Thou shalt harm me in no wise extent me 5184|With this sword of Tuouyaya! 5184|To the NetherRuins thou shalt drag me, 5184|Pierce me to the marrow with the handle, 5184|With the sharpened sword of Tuoni!" 5184|Spake the evil Lemminkainen, 5184|These the words the hero uttered 5184|From the court of Tuonela: 5184|"Lemminkainen, my dearest brother, 5184|Thou my strongest man in battle, 5184|Do not trouble me with threats, 5184|Do not trouble me with insults, 5184|Wound me with the sharpened weapon, 5184|With the edge of Lempo's god-sword, 5184|With the pointed blade of Tuoni!' 5184|"Kaukomieli, evil wizard, 5184|Ruin at heart, thy servant, 5184|Wizard slain in selfish rage, 5184|Charming unsuspecting children, 5184|Barter for gold his victims, 5184|Seeking for his happy future 5184|In the dismal Sariola. 5184|"Ilmarinen's mother answers: 5184|"Do not think that I accept you, 5184|Think that death awaits thee soon- 5184|From this sword of Tuoni, 5184|From the sharpened sword of Tuoni!" 5184|Thereupon the awful hero, 5184|Quick retire to Tuonela, 5184|Conjured there in fatal combat; 5184|There engaged the injured hero, 5184|Tried to kill the evil Lemminkainen, 5184|Beating him with the broadsword, 5184|Thrusting in his body thong-making; 5184|Tried to kill the hero-warrior 5184|With the magic net obtained 5184|From the blacksmith, Ilmarinen. 5184|This young man rose from Lempo's river, 5184|Stood upon a rock in ocean, 5184|Near the falls of rapid Melie, 5184|Carefully poised his broadsword, 5184|Carefully poised his magic sword-blade, 5184|Carefully, and well, was Lemminkainen, 5184|Holds his breath, but cannot fight; 5184|Thus in hopeless trouble answers, 5184|Thus addresses the young magician, 5184|The enchanted hero, Lemminkainen: 5184|"Unhappy son of Goblin-land, 5184|Rising from the sea of magic, 5184|Now again I meet thee, hero, 5184|Cometh from Tuoni's watery kingdom 5184|To complain of thine inactivity. 5184|Wanting again these nets of copper, 5184|Wanting again these eagle-wings, 5184|I have fashioned of a fibres, 5184|I have fashioned of a shaft-beam, 5184|Wilt thou let us fight once more, hero, 5184|Wilt thou accept this valiant challenge?" 5184|Thus the hero, Lemminkainen, 5184|Thus the handsome Kaukomieli, 5184|Thus the boatman of Wainola, 5184|Spake these words to angry Lemminkainen: 5184|"Rising guest, expect the bowl-rer 5184|Wherefore didst send me to the tournament, 5184|To be there enshrined as an Under-captain, 5184|On the broad back of the storm-wind roaring?" 5184|Lemminkainen's answer ======================================== SAMPLE 200 ======================================== 1279|Than you would think. 1279|"I'd not be 'bove the King's'! 1279|'Twas for one that I took anither art; 1279|I hae nae friends o Christabel,' she said, 1279|'The flower was a thorn wi' me; 1279|And now a thorn it is o my sweetheart, 1279|Wha now shall cheer her, dearie? 1279|"I hae na friends o Christabel, 1279|She's grown quite mony a frustre. 1279|For mony a day she's gane frae me, 1279|And mony ane she's seen but me; 1279|And now she's seen but me, my dearie, 1279|And now she's gane frae me." 1279|"I think, Sarah, wha likes it here." 1279|"I think, Sarah, wha likes it there? 1279|We shall take his right, that's clear; 1279|The King's a guid sir," she said, 1279|"For he dangles by Christabel, 1279|That's clear." 1279|"I'll hae a ca', aye kebbuck, 1279|Tho' my ha%e he wad hae mysel." 1279|"I'll get a pair o' kittle breeks; 1279|There's no place like auld Scotland, 1279|For ae Scots braes by auld Scotland, 1279|Though I were ne'er o' them." 1279|Thro' the hills of Cathra's hills, 1279|To the plain of Erin's plains, 1279|She willed a kittle boar, 1279|And up the heather-brae, 1279|By the ca' of a bonnie lassie, 1279|"O where will I find her?" 1279|"In yon lane and through the glen," 1279|Quoth he, "and a bonnie lassie, 1279|That ye led on the mair." 1279|O wad ye come awa sae dearest, 1279|To wisse ye awa frae a lassie, 1279|I've a heart that canna fail, 1279|If ye'll come and be my dearie; 1279|But there's the lane and through the glen, 1279|An' where will a bonnie lassie be; 1279|There the lane and through the glen, 1279|An' where will a bonnie lassie be? 1279|Chorus--O come awa, come awa, &c. 1279|O come awa, come awa, &c. 1279|O come awa, come awa, &c. 1279|And see my couthie, &c. 1279|Come, draw a rune, &c. 1279|O come awa, come awa, &c. 1279|An' see my lassie, &c. 1279|As ye come via, &c. 1279|O come awa, come awa, &c. 1279|O come agger, &c. 1279|Come on, my heart; the woods are growing, 1279|O'er yon hills hae waters flowing; 1279|But the rose is bonnie,--there's no denying it; 1279|Let us go on a-wning. 1279|Come, come, come, come on a-wening, 1279|For the spring will ne'er come misfire. 1279|The birds are on the wing,--we'll be nurst; 1279|But a-sail on the stream wintry,-- 1279|For the brook is growling,--'s the thing for ever: 1279|Let us go on a-wening. 1279|O come awa, dear, come awa, &c. 1279|O come awa, dear, come awa; 1279|O come, I'll be your faithful lover; 1279|But fear nought--I'll come back in another. 1279|I ken your days are flowin' young, 1279|Ye flourer, flutterin' young; 1279|But still I'm growin' pale,--the more that I think 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 210 ======================================== 3295|The words and look of some stern lover, 3295|And then, 'The old love'--what a laugh! 3295|How the long nights went by 3295|On these eyes. What a soundless sigh! 3295|What the quaver of those strings 3295|In this feverous feverous throat! 3295|"Well, if he's so good-hearted, 3295|If he loves me, it cannot hurt. 3295|But if not tender, if not true, 3295|I have other suers who can hurt, 3295|Who can work my will, though I say 'no.' 3295|I have many enemies." 3295|"Why, you are a fool!" the lover cried, 3295|As he rose and groped for her. "I thank 3295|The Lord that I am not so much in love!" 3295|And as he came, he stopped, and peered 3295|A moment where she sat, and smiled, and bent 3295|An eager question at him--his face 3295|With its wild light reflected, and his hand 3295|His mouth in, half kissing,--while his cheek 3295|Was a thin veil between them: "What art thou looking at? 3295|Or looking for thee? What, O lover, wherefore draw thy eyes? 3295|Nay, smile, my mistress, smile! I would not look upon thee 3295|For aught thou sayest; if in the world I ever hid thee. 3295|Look on me calmly--do not blink! I have a heart's delight, 3295|"I have a secret joy, I have a lovelier joy, 3295|A sweeter pleasure, far, far sweeter than the rest, 3295|A blissful feeling--so tell me, is it for thee? 3295|Ah, that's the secret delight of all my heart. 3295|Is it for thee as well, dear? But no. I love thee not. 3295|"I am jealous! I am jealous; I should be 3295|More true by far of what the maiden holds most dear. 3295|And now the truth, my good self, is this--and 'twould be 3295|Perchance a lie if the maiden did not hold it dear. 3295|I have a secret joy! What secret joy, pray who knows 3295|What secret joy my good self so thinks o'er?" 3295|She turned her dark eyes to the sky, 3295|And in that look one thought took wing, 3295|"I know not anything of secret joy," 3295|The dark girl breathed--"nor would I know it now. 3295|The secret joy of his heart, the secret joy of his life, 3295|He loves not any that he meets, nor any that grieves; 3295|He fears no wiles; he loves not fame, nor yet false praise, 3295|Nor cares for silver lips or silver blushes' scorn. 3295|"He wears a secret joy on every limb, 3295|A light upon his path, a glory in his eyes 3295|And in the eyes of all that sees him; for he hath seen 3295|Seamen and sailors come and sailed and came 3295|With shipmen in the lonely, darkling way, 3295|And never has he looked, save upon his lord, 3295|Where the light of Paradise shone out to all. 3295|"He loves not any that he meets--save one 3295|Who loved him, if to-night: a strange woman true. 3295|He loves as in a secret trance, and still they say 3295|He loves as well as he! And this same night, 3295|He comes to the tower door, and stands there still 3295|To kiss it, and go in, and enter in!" 3295|--A look of deep-sea wonder on her face, 3295|And from her trembling lips the utterance came 3295|Of a far-off song--and from the music fell 3295|Like a soft voice of love, and filled the room 3295|With such sweet sounds, that from their very birth, 3295|Each was in other unto all sweet sounds true. 3295|It fell, though she did not heed it, on love's high way, 3295|And her face turned toward ======================================== SAMPLE 220 ======================================== 4010|To watch the dusky moon 4010|Still drop a silvery gleam 4010|O'er the black, mountain headlands. 4010|When the winter storms had ceased, 4010|And chill airs swept the field; 4010|But when the autumn day 4010|Had waned into the morn, 4010|And a gray mist rolled down the stream, 4010|And drowsy cocks were cawed, 4010|His hounds and huntsmen set, 4010|The hunting of a peasant. 4010|Their hares in forest ranks crouch'd; 4010|And, when near these uplands wild, 4010|Low in the deep-wood's gloom, 4010|Where the first lark's warbled high, 4010|The master's stag went lair: 4010|The woods resounded with his bound; 4010|And the loud clang of steel 4010|Was echoed through the deep-meadow'd dale, 4010|And reedy grass-grown bracks of Mungirlio. 4010|While thus his blood was chilled 4010|As his last words he breathed to me, 4010|The hunter left his hounds; 4010|And forward, with a fierce stride, 4010|A stag drove out before them. 4010|The master sought him for a spear, 4010|But soon in vain: 4010|He fell behind the thicket, 4010|Nor stirr'd to rise again; 4010|With blood and brain aforwound: 4010|And his hounds, that held him, beat him, 4010|As on he lay a forlorn heap, 4010|While the wild stag ran mad - 4010|Stamp, trampling foot, and rout, and charge, 4010|And the woods resounded to his blood: 4010|For many a ridge, and many a tree 4010|The hounds had rack'd and goreed: 4010|And many a tree had been felled, 4010|When, in his passion of life, 4010|The master cried, in grief represt, 4010|"Ah me! what hoofs! what horns!" 4010|At length they came, through brake and brier, 4010|To the wide-reached boughs between; 4010|And there, upon the dingle's edge, 4010|From the high tree-top, down, they leapt; 4010|And there beneath the roof-tree's spray, 4010|They bore their ensample far and wide 4010|Over the meadow, field, and plough, 4010|Till all were left in dolorous mood, 4010|And the hounds were still and hollower. 4010|Then they drove onward as the need. 4010|And hark, how, with a whirlwind blow, 4010|The master, with a shout, proclaims 4010|His hounds to loose at will 4010|At once upon the hunting-horn, 4010|Or any other bough of sway, 4010|Or tree, or tower. 4010|Then turn they, still pursuing, 4010|Into the forest's heart, 4010|While the stag comes back, with shouts, 4010|And claps his rugged neck, and cries, 4010|Or, reeling back, they drag him 4010|With all the force they have. 4010|And he comes back in vain, 4010|For, though the hounds him drag, 4010|He has nothing in his horn. 4010|"O God!" cried John, "what hounds! 4010|Why, why, he never hurt me; 4010|A thing of little worth. 4010|O! may I never see 4010|My father's hut again, 4010|For aught I ask him, wretch! 4010|Save as I sought him here 4010|To do him wrong to drive 4010|His steeds from the country green, 4010|To wend a prey to wrong, 4010|And curse the bullock's heart, 4010|And curse their hoarser race, 4010|Who spurn the little game, 4010|And leave the lion's meat!" 4010|He spake and turn'd him round 4010|To pray or curse the hound, 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 230 ======================================== 8197|From its own fire-swiftness, till the eyes 8197|Are tired and weary; and there's much to say 8197|That may not be said, or that will not be said. 8197|You call me 'crapulous,' yet that was not 8197|The sentiment I ever had about you. 8197|But just as I am; and the thoughts that flit 8197|On your mind, or come to me--I don't know 8197|The name or mean them--take form or substance, 8197|They are not mine to give. They all are mine: 8197|I help to form their substance, nor define 8197|The thoughts that come to me from their source. 8197|Some, at least: for the world is full of them, 8197|And I too are fancies fair--or kind; 8197|And some of you have the soul of birds, 8197|Or the souls of insects in your brain, 8197|Which glided from your memory, or else 8197|The spirit and will of somebody else. 8197|What matter?--I know the rest and all 8197|So well that, since you wrote to me of all, 8197|I have been able to gather all 8197|In one clear, crisp, shining, glowing letter. 8197|And when I find one of your thoughts, let it 8197|Be the same thought you saw in me the first. 8197|That is as true. I am sure you will say 8197|If not true, 'just plain untrue.' What's that? 8197|I cannot go to see the play yet. 8197|The theatre this week is in session 8197|To-night, and though the lights are low and shy, 8197|Ladies and gentlemen, I must say 8197|I do not choose to go on the benches. 8197|I must finish the play and send it out. 8197|'T is all the same to me though I have not 8197|One word of all the people who shall see it; 8197|And I shall go, if absent, as the sun 8197|Sets early the lamps and doors, to be 8197|Still beside her, in her presence, and in 8197|Her company, and watch her walk and smile. 8197|One must be a fool, one knows it all, 8197|One says the words the least and feels the most, 8197|One can't let love go, which will never be. 8197|I have known what is, for many a day, 8197|And come what may, to keep my heart from breaking, 8197|But now, for heaven's sake, don't let love go, 8197|Or else the world will seem as wrong to me 8197|As wrong the sun-set to one who will never 8197|Be by it, as it is to you--which is why 8197|I must not go till evening comes around. 8197|But now, and as I write to you, my hand 8197|Is laid across my heart, and with a cry 8197|I raise it from its piteous sleep 8197|In the deep silence. 'Twas the last time 8197|I breathed alone. Then, a night of shadows, 8197|A night of whispering winds and falling stars, 8197|I dared to stay with my poor lover, I, 8197|Who kept awake alone and watched and hoped 8197|He'd come to win one word from me. 8197|Then suddenly the night was overpast 8197|And with it--he! I was alone again! 8197|I have lived to-night a night with you, dear. 8197|I'll dream it through again, to-night. 8197|I will be in love with nothing less 8197|Than you, with all your wide-eyed, pleading eyes, 8197|Your warm, tender touch, your perfect lips. 8197|And I shall kneel beside you and watch 8197|Your fingers play about my clasped things, 8197|Till it seems I myself have one, and then 8197|I'll cease to see the world, and--oh, no, 8197|That pain will never give me utterance 8197|Though you should die, my darling, before 8197|My heart. I know how the great world grows ======================================== SAMPLE 240 ======================================== 42052|With the long, slow, lonely nights and the dull, 42052|Winding, melancholy miles to and fro, 42052|And the wind that comes at dawn to lament 42052|To the long-wandered town, long, lonely miles to and fro, 42052|And, sighing, sighs again, and the world's long way, long, 42052|The wind that comes at dawn to lament, long, 42052|To the long-wandered town, long, lonely miles to and fro. 42052|So the great, white moon came to them, and she sat 42052|Far down upon the hill behind the pine, 42052|With the blue sky behind her, while she prayed 42052|To the great, white moon--to the moon of light. 42052|Her pale blue wings the gentle moonlight stirred, 42052|A mist of silver fell upon her breast. 42052|She seemed a moon without a heartbeat, 42052|An image of the moon, without a name, 42052|That the wind may weep upon the far west, 42052|And the rain fall in the far-winding rain, 42052|When the long-wandered town, long, lonely miles to and fro, 42052|The wind that comes at dawn to lament, long, 42052|To the long-wandered town, long lonely miles to and fro, 42052|Hath made his moan amid the dead of night 42052|And the drear house-door shut, 42052|For many lonely nights, 42052|And for many days and nights, 42052|Over the grave of him, 42052|On the wind-beat path, and the hill, and the moor. 42052|Oh sweet-scented hay, 42052|And sweet-scented hay, 42052|With the sweet wind in the early fall, 42052|And the sweet moon's silver light, 42052|And over the town, and the hill, 42052|And over the hill, 42052|In the foggy days, 42052|With a song behind me, 42052|A song in the dark, 42052|And the sound of the wind in my ears at night. 42052|The wind comes and goes, 42052|Blow the bright wheaten fields 42052|And the yellow and heaped-up husks 42052|And the white, white grain 42052|And the rustling corn. 42052|The wind comes and goes, 42052|Blow the red field and the harrow, 42052|Blow the wheat and the barley too 42052|In the corn's red-tangled ears 42052|And in the barley's brown 42052|And the purple and golden grains, 42052|And the golden spongy tops. 42052|The wind comes and goes, 42052|Blow the red fields and the fields of flour, 42052|Blow the rice, the rice-field, well-sown, 42052|With the purple and bright 42052|And the red-golden husks, 42052|And the wheat, and the grain, 42052|As I go to the house and wander. 42052|The wind comes and goes, 42052|Blow the fields with the grain; 42052|Blow the red fields; 42052|Blow, the wind to my ears. 42052|But the grey rain falls 42052|And I sit in the cold, 42052|And the clouds with the rain are joined. 42052|Ah, and in the grey rain 42052|The wind in my ears: 42052|But the wind in my ears 42052|Is a long, long way to me. 42052|The wind comes and goes, blowing and sighing, 42052|While the night's grey wings are drenched and wet, 42052|Over the fields and the wheat-field and the husk. 42052|I go, and the wind comes with me, 42052|Over the hills and over the sea, 42052|And the fields grow white, and the husks are brown; 42052|Then the wheat and barley and corn lie low, 42052|And the long, long days fly in rain. 42052|The wind comes and goes, and the grey rain comes down 42052|On the fields and the hills and the sea; 42052|And the rain lies thick between ======================================== SAMPLE 250 ======================================== 1279|'Twere long to tell what things they were, 1279|And what their fame throughout the land. 1279|Their wives, the darling wives o' they, 1279|Whose beauties ne'er might be confess'd; 1279|Who, when the maidens o' Miss Darcy came, 1279|Gave out like bargimm'--"She's my ain." 1279|And scarce their voices heard when heard, 1279|Unless it was when he was a bachelor, 1279|O' Christabel! they could scarce but hear him. 1279|But, e'en when he sobb'd in his despair, 1279|And tell'd o' the woes that his bosom required, 1279|Their kind replies were ne'er so kind as his; 1279|But all at once, in cold blood they took him; 1279|Then dragg'd him away, as if he had transmitted. 1279|So, all in the name o' love and relief, 1279|She bore him far, she could not save him. 1279|And, what was sadder, his poor stepdame, 1279|That very night she should be left desolate; 1279|For mammy death sat by, and heard him wring. 1279|And when she came to conceal her sorrow, 1279|The night she'd been warned, and her stepdame gaed, 1279|She, too, was warned, and came to inform her; 1279|"He's dead," said she, "and it's a pity, 1279|It's sad to think of poor Mary Moor; 1279|But it's Mary's fate to fall, I know; 1279|For it's her loss, not his, that she's bereft. 1279|And, to think how Mary's life was bent, 1279|She has been harshly wrong'd and wrong'd thus." 1279|The widows left him grieving for three days; 1279|With vain complaints and angry threats he raged; 1279|Then, by a sudden tempest o'erwhelm'd, 1279|From the front of the world he sigh'd and died. 1279|As I said at the beginning o' this song, 1279|When I first saw you, I was far from understanding you-- 1279|The cause of this my wandering was from my folly; 1279|But now that I'm aware o' what you're about-- 1279|It's really too bad, I'm really become afraid, 1279|For people, I mean, as my folly and danger might, 1279|For fear o' the devil, I'm willing to give you instruction: 1279|If you'll excuse me, Miss, I'm a bachelor, 1279|But I'll be your b--h--re, your jolly b--ch, my bonnie mauve; 1279|And I'll kiss you, if I'm understood, 1279|If you'll excuse me--miss, I'm your b--ch, your bonnie, bonnie b--'. 1279|For shame, Miss, dear, let me have a fardell if I can get any, 1279|I'm sure you'll understand me, as I speak to you, 1279|On receiving it--Miss, for fear o' seeming rude-- 1279|From him whom I once knew so very dear, 1279|Your bonnie, bonnie, b--ch, your bonnie, bonnie, b--ch. 1279|I'm sure, dear, you will excuse me for this, 1279|But--for what?--I cannot tell, indeed, 1279|If you'll excuse me--miss, for I really can't, 1279|For all our conversation 's too singular, 1279|For fear o' offending, or danger, you see, 1279|My lady, my sweet, my dear, my dearest, 1279|Is by some strange chance or circumstance, 1279|With her good husband to-day--miss, dear, for me--to-morrow: 1279|If you'd excuse, dear, that I'm at your side, 1279|And I cannot say how things may be, 1279|For I really can't, for I really can't, 1279|For fear o' some danger or no danger, 1279|Dear Lady, I'm your bonnie, bonnie, b--ch, my bonnie, ======================================== SAMPLE 260 ======================================== 2863|To-morrow. She's there. She is. 2863|It is not long 2863|Until we lose the light of her. 2863|We can remember how the sky 2863|Was blue and blue. 2863|Then one is left. 2863|We may remember how the road 2863|Was dark and dark. 2863|The moon is blue and the sun shines 2863|In a blue heaven; 2863|He who drives the wind on to-night 2863|Looks at us in the headlights. 2863|The sun drops in, and we see 2863|His shadow rise; 2863|Where will it be my girl-friend 2863|When the road is blue and the moon rolls over? 2863|The road is blue and the road is blue 2863|And the sky drops in, 2863|And we see the sky on the wind 2863|Rolling past the house 2863|And down our street, 2863|And the moon, rolling, rolling, 2863|Rolling overhead. 2863|"How beautiful the sun hangs now!" 2863|You say. I know you do not like it: 2863|The sun swings back, and I am alone 2863|Who like the way. 2863|How should I love you if I do not 2863|Obey you, who love me so? 2863|I never told you. Oh, the road 2863|Was not so long 2863|I should have told you. I can walk 2863|With your hand in mine 2863|Down the stairs. How should I try? 2863|I never told you. 2863|How should I love you, if I did not 2863|Obey you, who love me so? 2863|I never said--you know you told 2863|Me the whole story, and how I 2863|Must forgive the whole 2863|You are not here. Oh, I must think! 2863|I shall call you often, and my eyes 2863|Must see 2863|Your eyes. I love you, and there is 2863|No one else to tell. 2863|You are far away. You would lie 2863|If I tried, and it were not for you. 2863|My arms are too free; there will be 2863|No more being in Reach-that-the-Rivers-- 2863|But a long way hence 2863|A windy wood-tone and bells, bells, 2863|Tolls, and then you will forget it. 2863|Oh, you must think of me! You loved me 2863|For the sake 2863|Of the moon-white sky. 2863|I should forgive you, dear heart, if I 2863|Obeyed, who obey, the heart of you. 2863|I gave you all I had, and I knew 2863|That I was wrong to turn away. 2863|I gave you all I had; I knew 2863|You held more than I did, more than I 2863|Had dreamed of, love, ever since we met. 2863|Ah, you'll not love me for this! 2863|You do not know how much I love you! 2863|Oh, not a thought of all I have, though 2863|I love you well to-night. 2863|If I am happy, let it be now, 2863|That in your love I do not think more. 2863|So, if the moon shines, do not weep. 2863|I know I should have shared your pain. 2863|That was the one thing, my child, to do. 2863|One thing would make you happy now: 2863|I should have let you have your wishes. 2863|If I was wise, I would have stood, 2863|My heart within my hands 2863|Giving you, every thought to clear, 2863|That you were happy to have grown. 2863|I never thought to put you down, 2863|But you were happy when I let you, 2863|And I know all that you want now, 2863|The flowers and the night. 2863|What would you have, 2863|Child, in the world? 2863|A friend, or nothing 2863|In the world? 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 270 ======================================== 2294|To see the sun again 2294|Swing low the curtain; 2294|To go to her a secret kiss! 2294|But never to say she 2294|Will fall when she is sad. 2294|If she is wan-heart and weak as a worm, 2294|If she is tired and worn and in pain 2294|If her eyes are blurred with the dream of late 2294|And her soul a cloud like the evening's 2294|And her heart a stone, 2294|O my Lady, rise to me and smile! 2294|And the sun will lift me 2294|To the hills I used to know. 2294|The little gray grey bird on the gate-post sits- 2294|The little gray bird on the gate. 2294|He has made his heart 2294|His house, and the grass that clings in the dark 2294|Beneath his feet. 2294|The red fox that creeps out of the bramble- 2294|The red fox that peeps through the side of the 2294|gray 2294|In the bush of the hill. 2294|The little brown hen sits on the mossed stone 2294|The little brown hen toots her horn. 2294|She is weary of waiting. 2294|The little brown hen peeps into the gloaming; 2294|She peeps out of her house 2294|To be near the little gray bird on the gate-post. 2294|And O, how she sighs! 2294|The little gray-bird on the gate-post sits- 2294|The little gray bird on the gate. 2294|Her brown wings stir with the wind; 2294|She sighs a long sigh of love. 2294|The little gray bird on the gate-post sits- 2294|The little gray bird on the gate. 2294|His shadow falls over 2294|The brown, brown grasses. 2294|And the wind drives in over the brown hill- 2294|And the wind comes with a peal 2294|Of silver thunder- 2294|Drives on and on. 2294|The little gray bird peeps softly through the 2294|The little gray bird peeps into the grass. 2294|He does not come as a stranger, but as a 2294|mate. 2294|I have seen birds like you- 2294|You white birds that sing- 2294|Wooden bird- 2294|Stately, wise and stately. 2294|They have carved carved a symbol in the dark, 2294|They have made their souls in the night, 2294|Their souls in the night, their soul in the 2294|silence, 2294|A sin of the night- 2294|A sorrowful sorrow, 2294|A secret sadness. 2294|And I could kneel where I have always knelt 2294|If I only knew 2294|The meaning that keeps them kneel still 2294|I am weary- 2294|The little gray bird on the gate-post- 2294|The little gray bird on the gate. 2294|The day is broken. 2294|The wind blows out into the sky; 2294|A gray mist fills the sky, 2294|The wind swings wide on the grass; 2294|I hear my mother laugh. 2294|I am weary. 2294|Here is her garden path: 2294|My brother does not see, 2294|He is too young to tell. 2294|O, she has the brightest smile! 2294|O, she is so smart! 2294|She was always laughing. 2294|But now the morning is late- 2294|The day is broken. 2294|The morning is late. 2294|I will write her name, 2294|And when the moon is high 2294|I will keep writing. 2294|I will write your name, 2294|O little brown dove; 2294|It is written all in white- 2294|It is written all in white- 2294|"Dove" it runs in curly tress. 2294|My brother says I am cold. 2294|He says that I am pale, 2294|And I am weary of the sun. 2294|"My sister has a home in France 2294|With a good ======================================== SAMPLE 280 ======================================== May it seem but natural, 26398|That men should laugh and curse at a woman. 26398|She hath not the riches of a Prince; 26398|Her father and her brothers are low; 26398|And what are these? They make all things cheap, 26398|And with a curse her mouth she'll insult. 26398|She has an eye like an autumnal rose; 26398|Her cheek is fresh, her blood is warm; 26398|But one thing there is dead and stiff,-- 26398|Her heart hath a sudden wound. 26398|She is of an age unlike her own; 26398|Her birth is not in her mother's blood; 26398|She hath no mother's warmth to her, 26398|Nor nurturing mother's soft control, 26398|"She is cold to her nature;" we hear, 26398|Yet who hath felt the coldness there? 26398|But then it is cold as on a loath 26398|A young infant's breathless death is cold,-- 26398|To leave it is hard, and he that grieves, 26398|Is in the grave! 26398|But I am glad to kill 26398|The thought of her. 26398|There came to my Lady Francesca 26398|A knight of high renown; 26398|But it was written in a book 26398|That she might no more see, 26398|That I should give her up to him, 26398|And leave the rest to her. 26398|"Oh, never let this knight stray, 26398|You wicked lover true," 26398|I advised her, "and I'se 26398|Take him to you. 26398|I will make him welcome sweet 26398|As any bird is, 26398|And comfort him awhile, 26398|If only you would let 26398|Me be your lover." 26398|A little while she delayed, 26398|With that good counsel still, 26398|That I should be her faithful lover 26398|As often as I chose-- 26398|That I should send her loving messages 26398|And help her when she sigh; 26398|Should so much please her that she would not 26398|allow a man so great; 26398|And I should see her often, 26398|And she would see me, too. 26398|And so I did, for many a day, 26398|And so she came to me,-- 26398|As kind as fair could make her-- 26398|And she forgave me all. 26398|And when she saw that I forgot 26398|My promise to her, she said 26398|"I never could forget." 26398|And when she saw I had forgot-- 26398|My promise to her--I think 26398|Her heart itself did break. 26398|But, Franciscar adieu! 26398|My dear new love to thee! 26398|Let others boast their crowns, 26398|And me but one,-- 26398|I'll rather crown my CB1, 26398|Fair Sir, you were a fool to trouble me; 26398|And was it folly, or malice, 'twas well 26398|you took it ill? 26398|"O he'rt not I, then, that cared 26398|For me or mine; 26398|For if I did, I wot it were not right, 26398|And to disown 26398|What you have claim'd my sake as due, 26398|You would not do it; 26398|You knew I never would be bound, 26398|Nor any man, 26398|But in love and pleasance, at your pleasure, 26398|Myself alone. 26398|And, were it right, you think, and will be so; 26398|O, no, it ne'er hath been; 26398|But in your own true handwriting too, 26398|I'm sure you'll find 26398|I was the first,-- 26398|As sure 'twas you who meant to deceive me. 26398|But now you know me; you have gain'd 26398|My heart, by love so dear, 26398|And say, "My love, she lies 26398|Here in my breast." 26398|I've lied to you, you little bird, 26398|To rob you of ======================================== SAMPLE 290 ======================================== 1471|The one who is the centre of the day? 1471|In all things you are my only friend, 1471|And in everything I delight. 1471|Now, that ye are the centre of my day, 1471|I see no other place than you. 1471|Not aught beside I stand between. 1471|And that, no doubt, is why the tree is white, 1471|The flower is red, because your eyes are blue, 1471|And there, to you, must be a heaven more clear 1471|Than looks through my eyes; and if I could choose, 1471|I think, in all I'd choose to be at ease, 1471|Sitting apart from you, and looking at you. 1471|I do not know so much as what I would, 1471|But by and by I shall be more than you: 1471|And when I am more than you, O heart! . . . 1471|It was the wind that woke you, 1471|Waking you from your dreams!-- 1471|Torn from his sea-beat heart, 1471|Riving the sands with storms and storms. 1471|Over the edge of my bed 1471|Pants he like an angry spirit; 1471|Theres none hath he but in me 1471|Is he as dead as he was. 1471|Over the edge of my bed 1471|Leans the fiend with hideous glare, 1471|And the blue of his eyes is blood. 1471|Theres none hath he but in me 1471|That, I suppose, is all he wants. 1471|Theres none hath he but in me 1471|Wiser than my brother wise; 1471|None but in me is over 1471|A master so to control. 1471|And the grey of his skin is greyer 1471|Than the day in its long faint death; 1471|But the white of his breast is whiteer 1471|Than the dawning that doth seal him. 1471|And the grey of his skin is whitelier 1471|Than the dew that is soft on him; 1471|And the sky is the white that stains; 1471|For the fiends are more white than I. 1471|When I stood beside the death-gods' hearth 1471|Watching them make each his midnight mirth, 1471|Silent they were, and, like a dream unblown, 1471|Silent they made me hear them laugh. 1471|And there stood the lordly Apollo 1471|Smiling at me, the wan wretch beneath; 1471|As mine ear might catch his questioning-- 1471|"And who is this that hath the golden hair?" 1471|I saw a man like me at the hearth, 1471|And, like the man, he had a shroud; 1471|And we lived in it, and did rejoice, 1471|And talked of the dead that were to be. 1471|Asleep, they lay, and their eyes looked forth, 1471|And the dark laughed and the light laughed too. 1471|And a little hand, the little hand's play, 1471|Fell from my side; and it flapped in the air 1471|As a bird of the wilderness may, 1471|Before it has reached its long array. 1471|So, by love and dread, the night was gone; 1471|And the stars, the silvery stars, went out; 1471|But my love lay asleep, and the night 1471|Called him, with laughter, from my side. 1471|It calls him out of the dark to stand 1471|Beside my side; like a star he stands 1471|With a new laughter in his eye. 1471|It calls me from another voice to hear; 1471|But my love lay hid as a grave-clothes hid, 1471|And I heard no laugh or shout, nor heard 1471|Nor saw, nor touched, nor touched; and all the land 1471|Was dark, save where the great sea-springs wave 1471|In shadow of the old white moon. 1471|My heart is lighted where the winds of sleep 1471|Sweep all the day, and wake again like dreams, 1471|And the waters rise, and the stars rise, 1471 ======================================== SAMPLE 300 ======================================== 1054|And then he turn'd his face to the north-west, 1054|He gaed in to a frosty hill, 1054|And lo! the kirk was a-standin' by him. 1054|"Wha is it?" said the kirk-man jig, 1054|"That's just the sort o' shout ye want? 1054|A kittle good shouter, you ayeyn?" 1054|"Well, whairr would I ken? Why, that's right; 1054|The King, my dearest, comes to town, 1054|An' whaur are you comin' fra his face?" 1054|(The kirk-man to the kithmidre): 1054|"I'm come to greet his Majesty 1054|"He ges out the rope, there's no doubt o' that," 1054|(Said the kithmidre) "and I heerd tell 1054|Just now he's come down tae hear His cheer. 1054|So I've come down to greet His Grace." 1054|"Then come nae mair, O kittle dearie," 1054|(The King took off the cloak, and let it fall; 1054|Said the kithmidre, "I hope ye'll gie with me!) 1054|"Come nae mair, ye'll find, that ye're a goose, 1054|A darende lamb, that sairly weel is gane." 1054|Then mair he weel shamefully shet up his e'en, 1054|"I'm not a lamb, I'm a goose, O kittle merry!" 1054|So the kite gaed gaun, an' baith o' th' hill, 1054|Wi' a hearty cheer, an' a hearty song: 1054|"Oh! that was a dainty cheer to hear, 1054|And ane fer mor he's a royal prince o' Me!" 1054|"I ken," said the kithmidre, "that ye'd been bred 1054|O' gipsy fashions, an' your e'en's been set, 1054|That ye'll run to your e'en ye're a kingdom's crown-- 1054|It's a royal kingdom, an' an honourable race! 1054|"And, by my troth, your e'en's a royal crown, 1054|To be worn by the son o' a kittle kailyard-dame!" 1054|The kithmidre was mad wi' the goose 1054|That flew that morning o'er the sea. 1054|Weel, well, and mair did they sing, 1054|As they stood, at the kirk, the stearny kist. 1054|"For I was born to be a king 1054|Or the king's son that's sic ane; 1054|He's a king's son, an' his name's Bill, 1054|I was bred in a manger, an' I'll wear it still. 1054|"O' our Grace the King's son's my wifie 1054|I'll wed to the King at mornin', 1054|And he'll be a Royal, an' sic a noble man; 1054|I'll be sic a man, an' sic a noble kailyard-star, 1054|And he'll be the greatest kittle beast on earth withit. 1054|"And he'll be sic a man, an' sic a noble kiddy, 1054|If ye think fit, an' ye'll find it, 1054|Sic a noble beast, an' sic a royal kiddy; 1054|And he'll be sic a man, an' sic a royal kiddy; 1054|Let me be begot o' my mother's seed, 1054|I may be a wifie in my father's shade,-- 1054|I may be a man, an' sic a man, 1054|And, as long as I live an' love. 1054|"Yestreen, I was a young thing o' taste, 1054|When the window glintin' on the court did shine. 1054|My father's ane was fine, an' was as lang ane; 1054|But now their daughters it ======================================== SAMPLE 310 ======================================== 1365|As she has ever been so good to me. 1365|And so, for years, we lived together, 1365|And were as happy as can be. 1365|Now, when her husband is a king, 1365|That is all past, that is ended; 1365|Death stands over his head, as his peers; 1365|She, still a maiden, young, and fair, 1365|Tied to her husband, still a king. 1365|She may be happy,--why, she is, 1365|As happy as can be; 1365|And, as for me, what can she fear? 1365|He holds her dear as himself. 1365|No more, I grant, if my desires 1365|Have always been thy constant care, 1365|And always thy pleasure, 1365|That the maiden she is not loved, 1365|The child that was born to us is; 1365|And my heart will break if she is not loved. 1365|But if my desires are as vain 1365|As empty as the sea-mist, 1365|As idle as the idle wind, 1365|As useless as the useless rain, 1365|We two will part without regret, 1365|Without regret, or any blame. 1365|I will make you rich, my love, 1365|In the forest and the mart; 1365|I will make you rich and great, 1365|And set you on a throne to see. 1365|And I will give you kingdoms seven, 1365|As a mark of your reverence; 1365|I will banish envy and hate, 1365|And make you perfect in them all. 1365|And I will give you powers of man's destiny, 1365|For to work out the redeeming. 1365|For, in the soul, we have the power, 1365|We have the gift, we have the power! 1365|We shall be witnesses, to all people, 1365|That you and I are brothers. 1365|I'll paint a vision for your crowning, 1365|And you shall see, and say, with a sigh, 1365|"The glory of the Lord is gone from Judah!" 1365|And a world shall be a wilderness, 1365|Its people shall be scattered,-- 1365|When the Lord comes to his own again 1365|And his laws are as the sea, 1365|I'll send you roses from the heavens 1365|To deck your crown of love! 1365|I'll give you the keys of all my dominions, 1365|And you shall ride with saints on pinions divine; 1365|And we shall go with you and travel all over 1365|As if you had been there. 1365|I see you as the old Roman poet 1365|Drew his gloomy curtains overhead, 1365|And saw the ghost of the great master, 1365|Whom he made laugh, and followed through darkness; 1365|And I would see the mighty Roman 1365|In his house at Delphi with his laurels. 1365|And the poet, sitting with his laurels, 1365|Waiting for them with his laurels in his hands, 1365|Waiting with his laurels for the times! 1365|There came a man from Jerusalem 1365|To a little house in the Hittites. 1365|In his hand he held the sacred book 1365|Of the Law, and said: "I'm come to try you. 1365|Fool, choose ye whether you will be loyal, 1365|Or whether you will let me know your name. 1365|Choose ye for ever! By this star, 1365|Choose ye for ever and for ever!" 1365|And the men looked at him, said, "I choose you, 1365|We will go before you and behold your star, 1365|And say to you your name, and ask it then, 1365|And answer it, and give it back to him." 1365|And the man from Jerusalem 1365|Drew his gloomy curtains farther down, 1365|And sat down before the door in all his pomp, 1365|With his laurels in his hand, and said, "Come in, 1365|Choose whether you will be loyal or disinclin,' 1365|And when he came inside, he said ======================================== SAMPLE 320 ======================================== 27885|And the whole world looked over like 'a little child on bended knees 27885|To see another woman's husband go hurrying by on tiptoe, tall, 27885|Sly, and sullen, and dark, and gaunt, and haggard, with a sob 27885|And a look almost of weeping. So, on the road, I thought, "'Tis he!" 27885|I saw him in a line: a boy's, an old man's, a maiden's,-- 27885|So all of life stood pointed at the bride. And still I thought, 27885|"This man was once her husband!" And my head throve with pride 27885|And joy, and sadness mixed with shame. And still I looked--and lo! 27885|But a cloud seemed gathering to o'ertake me. The Bride at last, 27885|A white phantom glancing in the dark, 27885|As lonely as the mist o'er river channels. 27885|She stood silent, with her hands held clasped behind her head. 27885|And the little maids, the little maids, 27885|Cried, "Away, away, away,--away!" 27885|I thought the old man's little wife 27885|Was vanishing into thin air; 27885|And the children--ah, how I loved them all! 27885|My head it throbbed in my hands. 27885|I did not know 27885|The meaning of the world's call; 27885|I only knew 27885|That love and life were sweet. 27885|But ah! my soul 27885|That was asleep was heavy heavy 27885|With love's forgetfulness; 27885|And I knew, oh, I knew 27885|That Love is the great grave bed. 27885|The old friend leaned and plucked a lily white, 27885|And, without saying a word, 27885|He took the white lily white 27885|And blew it back into his face.-- 27885|Did he forget it? He did! and what was this 27885|He did on the road, 27885|Lest it should fade into the darkness? He did! 27885|And blown back into his face.-- 27885|It grew, it shrieked, it burst, 27885|Till it reached his heart! 27885|The old friend, he held its white cup high, 27885|And sighed: "I have blown it back 27885|Into my heart, in deep 27885|Confusion lost." 27885|"No! No!" I cried, 27885|"I will blow it into my heart!" 27885|And as I blew 27885|My white cup, into my heart it sprang 27885|With such a crack, such a shock, 27885|I knew for my own. 27885|I did not know 27885|The pain of this! 27885|I only knew 27885|There was a Cup to drink from; 27885|And I will drink from. 27885|I stood on the shore, 27885|And the waves beat down 27885|On the white sand, 27885|And the white waves beat from 27885|The great blue sky. 27885|And I held out, 27885|I held out whitely, 27885|And the storm came, 27885|And the storm poured up my 27885|And all the waves beat back 27885|And the storm poured up my cheek-- 27885|My cheeks were black! 27885|As the wind blows out 27885|Across the waste 27885|Of bare land, 27885|So across my soul 27885|The great face of the storm 27885|In the world of me! 27885|Then I bowed my head.... 27885|And the waves beat up 27885|And the fierce wind 27885|Blown down my ears 27885|To the blackness of the sea, 27885|And my face grew black as the sea. 27885|Yet my soul did not 27885|Blaspheme its God, 27885|And I drank from the 27885|Great cup, 27885|That God had made for 27885|His beloved! 27885|I have seen you pass,-- 27885|You who were loved; 27885|And the sea's foam, 27885|And ======================================== SAMPLE 330 ======================================== 1166|And I've a dream that's only 1166|A little one; an old, old dream, I know not what, 1166|And all of us who have it dream the same. 1166|It's that old dream of the Old Man and the Maid. 1166|I have dreamt of the moonlight in the street 1166|And of the night, white on the windows, 1166|And of the great moon with a light 1166|That makes all things bright. 1166|It's that old dream of the Old Man and the Maid. 1166|It's a dreamer dreamer, dreaming I dreamed it, 1166|And the day is all too soon, and the night's near, 1166|And I shall hear his footsteps on the sidewalk 1166|Tread softly by the stars. 1166|It's that old dream of the Old Man and the Maid. 1166|It's a dreamer's dreamer, dreaming there's a way, 1166|And I shall break through to him as of old, 1166|Treading softly by the moon. 1166|It's that old dream of the Old Man and the Maid. 1166|O dreamer, I have dreamed a dream with God, 1166|That I shall see Him in all things, and hear 1166|The song of His wings. 1166|It's that old dream of the Old Man and the Maid, 1166|To the light of the lantern in the corner of the room, 1166|And to God the light. 1166|I have dreamt the old song of the Man in the Mossrobe 1166|And I have heard the song of the Man in the Mossrobe 1166|Singing as he sat, with his feet in the doorway, 1166|Singing as he sat. 1166|I have dreamt a dream of stars, with little hands 1166|Stretched out to touch the shadows overhead, 1166|And the light upon the shadows, and the song of the Man in the Mossrobe 1166|And the light upon the shadows. 1166|But at last it ended in a sigh, and we heard a horse's hoofs 1166|and a gentle "Yes." 1166|I have dreamt the old song of a town by the sea 1166|Over the waves that go by, and the voices call, 1166|And the voices of strangers and things strange. 1166|It's the old song of the Old Man and the Maid. 1166|The wind is a thief, and the old house is black: 1166|The windows ajar, and the door wide enough: 1166|But there's something in the old house, something in the old air, 1166|I think, is strange. 1166|And oh, I go back 1166|To the first night I could trust my eyes at all: 1166|And the old-time faces I used to know 1166|When I was young and foolish ... well, 1166|I think they may have grown apart. 1166|I think I must have gone out in the dark 1166|And was lost in the wind, and never found 1166|The one I sought, at last. 1166|I must have gone out in the dark, and found the light 1166|Which was brighter than the wind; and I must have fled 1166|Beyond the sea of love 1166|Into the light of the land, beyond the land, 1166|And never found the light, at last. 1166|It wasn't until long years had gone 1166|Since I had seen the stars, and lived, 1166|That I found out the things I had lost. 1166|And I went back in the dark and out of sight 1166|That I'd found out what I hadn't lost, 1166|That I hadn't lost all for a year, 1166|But found it, too, and knew what I'd lost 1166|By the way in which I lived, not last, 1166|Knowing, beyond a doubt, what I lived -- 1166|Knowing the way in which I lived -- 1166|What I feared, what I sought, and what I sought, 1166|Knowing, beyond a doubt. 1166|You don't know anything yet 1166|But I will know for a year, maybe longer 1166|Till Death's hand, I know, is near, 1166|And I know for ======================================== SAMPLE 340 ======================================== 20586|In that sweet quiet, where all hearts 20586|Alike to heaven aspire; 20586|Where God is with man, in all, 20586|In all, in all. 20586|O, my soul! take courage! 20586|Take it no more! 20586|O, my body! take courage! 20586|Take it no more! 20586|O, my soul! take courage! 20586|Take it no more! 20586|In the night, where the moon was high, 20586|One that I knew, 20586|My spirit felt withal, 20586|He, of his tale alone, 20586|Had anything done by accident? 20586|It came to pass, he was in a passion 20586|At the ball of the sun. 20586|For all the evening it had been planned 20586|To have his new sword made, 20586|And the night-winds seemed to say: 20586|"He is a man of action and bold strokes, 20586|And this sword will give him a name." 20586|He took it to the court-yard, 20586|Where he bore it through the hall, 20586|And the knights that sat under the moon 20586|Seemed to applaud him of right. 20586|But when he drew it from his scabbard 20586|Into the light of the hall, 20586|They could see that it was not of ebony, 20586|But of grey stone, old and shapen. 20586|And he took the sword to go to the hall, 20586|But found it was taken, 20586|For he heard the hall-door clank, 20586|And felt the cold breath of the night 20586|Upon his brow, and his hair. 20586|And then he went his way, 20586|And the balking goose he was mad withal, 20586|And the goose-feather plumes, 20586|He cast in the fair halls, 20586|Where the court-yard beasts were slain. 20586|But what should one do, 20586|But let the things they had done 20586|Fall, and be as all the grass that grows! 20586|And what should one do, 20586|But give to another man, 20586|And leave him, sick and sorrowing, 20586|One of the things he had done? 20586|And what should one do, 20586|Now he had seen the secret sting 20586|Of the first blow he had dealt 20586|By the hands of the next? 20586|For every thing that he had done 20586|Something of the next would do. 20586|And so he went his way, 20586|And the body and the parts did make, 20586|And a good lord of the parts he grew 20586|Unto many people. 20586|But when he stood at last 20586|Upon the pinnacle of pride, 20586|They were proud enough to swear 20586|That they had seen the secret sting 20586|Of the first blow he had dealt. 20586|But as he was bending down to swear, 20586|They were thrust aside from the hall, 20586|By the force of a spear-thrust. 20586|And he looked up at the ceiling 20586|With a haughty disdain, 20586|And his face had hid the truth from his eyes, 20586|And no man was able to speak! 20586|Yet I know that he did not die, 20586|For as I looked, the body was gone, 20586|Not by death but by darkness, 20586|And I know that he lived and suffered 20586|In the dark and boundless night. 20586|O what a fearful thought is this 20586|To think of a man grown so old 20586|He could but see and dare to bless, 20586|But live to be condemned! 20586|For it seemed that God felt with him 20586|As he sat one day in His sight 20586|At the holy place, where He stood 20586|And the souls sat in the midst. 20586|And He said: A prophet has sworn 20586|Against the kingdom in my hand, 20586|Because I sent a flying dove 20586|To the great high-mountain. 20586|But I went up ======================================== SAMPLE 350 ======================================== 2619|Of a thousand times more wonderful. 2619|And the stars that shine on the ocean, 2619|And the moon that gleams in the heaven, 2619|Are more wondrous and strange and rare 2619|Than that great lady's eyes,-- 2619|More than one wonder and wonder. 2619|And that lady shall sing 2619|In a sing-song chorus, 2619|In an anthem so strange 2619|To the songs that are sung 2619|In a sings-aloud chorus, 2619|All the songs of the sea, 2619|As she sings in a cestus 2619|Of pure pearl and coral: 2619|Shall join her sweet harmonious voice 2619|To the song of the sea, 2619|All the songs of the sea. 2619|In a pool by the shore, 2619|Deep in the heart of the sea, 2619|Lies a ship that is motionless; 2619|No form of her sex or child-bearing life. 2619|But the seaman who stands on the prow-- 2619|No form of her body or youth-grown sex, 2619|But a spirit of might, and of power, 2619|And of destiny, and of destiny, 2619|And his mission is now accomplished. 2619|And when he comes back again to the shore, 2619|It is as if a great wave of the sea 2619|Had swallowed him whole; 2619|And the seaman that stood on the deck 2619|Is dead. 2619|As in a cloud, and his soul 2619|Is blown through and through with the sea; 2619|And with it through his body he bears, 2619|To its furthest confines; 2619|As with the wind he is whirled 2619|On a sea-bird's wings, out of sight; 2619|So the soul forever that is lost, 2619|Of all the souls ever created 2619|Is lost forever on the sea-winds' wings. 2619|I have known a sailor whose mind was dark 2619|And yet he was so joyously bold, 2619|To the music of the fife he would go 2619|As a man with a face all bright and fresh. 2619|And his heart was heavy and heavy he had, 2619|Because he was weary of life all his day; 2619|And so he lay there, and the wind he heard; 2619|Till the sun on the sea-wind's wings began to flutter; 2619|And he saw, like an angel, heaven outstandingly open, 2619|And the soul was lost forever on the sea-wind's wings. 2619|I have seen a maiden 2619|Who is very fair, 2619|Yet who never knows 2619|The trouble of her sorrows, 2619|How her heart is heavy; 2619|And her tears fall 2619|In streams profanely. 2619|I have seen a maid 2619|Without pride of her youth, 2619|Yet who is troubled madly 2619|At her mind's unrest; 2619|She looks upon the sea 2619|And its sorrowing waves, 2619|And is not well contented. 2619|I have seen a boy 2619|Who is all on earth, 2619|Yet is like a bird with 2619|No nest and no rest. 2619|He is sad, and lonely, 2619|And wanders from one 2619|To another, and he 2619|The bird knows every night. 2619|I have seen a maid 2619|Whose every garment shines, 2619|Yet whose hearts ache and bleed, 2619|And she is wearied out. 2619|I have seen a woman 2619|Who is all on earth, 2619|Yet a creature of the sea, 2619|And a thing of no worth. 2619|She is weary and weary 2619|Of all the joys that wait her, 2619|And I think she is lovely, 2619|For to her each is a part 2619|Of the whole ineffable. 2619|I have seen a flower 2619|Whereby she grows, 2619|But it blossom is brief, 2619|And she's but a flower; ======================================== SAMPLE 360 ======================================== 2294|And the wind-tossed trees 2294|Wander and sing, 2294|All the world is the same now to me.-- 2294|Lily, Rose and Ripe, 2294|Let's make 2294|Some merry song 2294|For a hundred year. 2294|Oh, I have a love that's more new-fashioned 2294|Than in former times 2294|The loves of others, 2294|Forgetting life's dull throngs. 2294|I will love only you, 2294|In your eyes 2294|And the silence where 2294|My soul must be; 2294|Ah, you'll be my own, 2294|In your eyes; 2294|And your presence will be 2294|As a spell 2294|That is mine withal 2294|All my life long. 2294|For the love of you, 2294|You're new as never yet 2294|Was anything 2294|To the hearts that are dear; 2294|Like a thought is your worth 2294|That you bring 2294|As a thing 2294|With the breath; 2294|Ah, I fear 2294|How that night 2294|Must have passed 2294|To your eyes. 2294|When I was a little child 2294|In our little garden walks, 2294|I saw in sweet unconscious dream 2294|The blossoms that bloom in time, 2294|And the golden cherries, 2294|Like giant dragons, winging 2294|Over the meadow line. 2294|I was a boy and all my life 2294|Was eager, eager to be free; 2294|And now, with heart beat high with joy, 2294|As I close shut with the dead, 2294|I love and praise a little boy, 2294|Who is a hero like my own, 2294|Who has stood for everything brave 2294|And stands for all a boy may do 2294|For freedom, truth and truth's sake, 2294|And holds his love more dear 2294|Than the stars that we all know 2294|And all the shining earth. 2294|If a man may work and win 2294|A little gold, 2294|If a maid may walk in gold 2294|The greenest road, 2294|If a girl may ride in green, 2294|And dance and sing, 2294|We are proud to think of him 2294|And this, is he. 2294|If the little gold he earned 2294|Be stored in soul 2294|To keep from evil chance, 2294|If the little life he lived, 2294|And all the world to share, 2294|His gold and all must share! 2294|So we dream, we dream, and dream, 2294|In the golden light, 2294|We dream, we dream, in the dream 2294|Of a little boy or two. 2294|We have dreamed so long 2294|Of a little gold, 2294|That he never wakes 2294|And we never can know. 2294|He is buried by the sea, his name is Good-bye, 2294|But Good-bye is not always Good-bye: 2294|And in the far-away, sweet World I roam, 2294|I'll never see his face again. 2294|We have dreamed for a little gold, 2294|And Good-bye is not always Good-bye. 2294|With the sun upon the sea, 2294|And the waves upon the shore; 2294|He is gone with the sunshine that is so sweet, 2294|We have dreamed for sorrow, and he's gone with it all. 2294|We dreamed and dream. 2294|"I love you, little daughter 2294|And the world is sweet." 2294|"I love you, little son 2294|And a world of sorrow, 2294|I love you, 2294|And the world is sad." 2294|"I love you, little boy 2294|And the very depths of pain; 2294|I love you, 2294|And I know you are blest. 2294|"I love you, little wife 2294|And the home is all so dear; 2294|I love you ======================================== SAMPLE 370 ======================================== 24815|To a happy, careless life." 24815|_To the tune of "Cameleon's Mistletoe," which was composed by 24815|_From the famous _Fiddlestock_ of the English, 24815|when the _Trojan_ war was over." 24815|_I sing a lay, 24815|Of three great poets of the world. 24815|Brave Milton, and the Hellenic Philander, 24815|And Voltaire, the mighty Frenchman _sent_ back 24815|From Italy by their mighty Poet King! 24815|Their voices, I hear from far on the air, 24815|And feel the power of their mighty lays; 24815|Their poems, as in me breathes a breath, 24815|With my life sing a chant with all men; 24815|With the loud, the high, the clear, 24815|And the deep melodies, 24815|Of the world's first genius! 24815|And now, 24815|When time began, 24815|Milton grew old, and died, 24815|Or e'en the poet of Greece grew old; 24815|While Voltaire, the mighty saint, 24815|His spirit through the ages drew, 24815|And breathed his soul into man, 24815|To be breathed into him by none; 24815|He lived, and died; 24815|_All rights reserved._ 24815|Possession of a glorious, though perilous undertaking, 24815|A struggle, a sufferance, a struggle too great for pride; 24815|The heroic poet, the great saint from whom we owe, 24815|Whose spirit through the ages drew the breathless blood. 24815|_Possession_ _No. of songs sung._ 24815|But what _the_ songs are, I do not know, I only know 24815|They speak of something, something, something more than words, 24815|_This_ is the man, by whom the world was laid. 24815|_Possession of a glorious, but tricky feat._ 24815|Here a bold man stands, a bold, a bold indeed alone, 24815|To the right side of the House of Commons he hath gone: 24815|And round about him crowd the Commons of his choice, 24815|A throng of them; the crowd is of men like unto men; 24815|There too are old and young, great men and juniors low, 24815|With some of them great enough to be great themselves: 24815|Here too are the learned; learned men and learned low; 24815|A throng of them; the crowd is of great men and high; 24815|But ever and anon there meets a crowd like this, 24815|So filled with good sense, and science, and science. 24815|Here also do we some that have power to speak, 24815|Who have learned great power, and great learning too, 24815|And of whose wisdom I speak most, Susskind, who wrote, 24815|In the Latin tongue, my poem, "La fille." 24815|"I cannot say but that in a great work's greatness 24815|You find a certain sweetness," is the way I should say you: 24815|But a very great poetry is of the spirit: 24815|Then, to see what might be, but that you see, say I! 24815|"To love the good of his kind," the poet says with a smile 24815|He has made his own, he has made his own good, 24815|He has broken the great of his kind and its greatness 24815|With the little of his, that's worth the least of its glory. 24815|To be, and not to be, of the great, and to find 24815|The greater for being, he would have us believe, 24815|And this is the reason that, by and by, he shall die; 24815|No man has the right of being more great than he, 24815|And no man the right of being better than he. 24815|'Tis the great God to whom we are not subject yet: 24815|The great God, who cannot die, and who lives long: 24815|From Him we are all, whether in heaven, or hell, or earth, 24815|We are all from the beginning, ======================================== SAMPLE 380 ======================================== 30659|_Vivien_, the maid of "La Belle Dame sans Mercy." 30659|We met at the club once; but when 30659|The night was out and the lamps all out 30659|(The Laundress caught the shivering man 30659|With his last drink of intoxicant), 30659|We dropped the rag, we flew the float, 30659|We sailed off together like a gale, 30659|And I'll be dazed and unconfined 30659|And you're locked in the dark with me. 30659|Oh! for a secret place of grace 30659|Where the waters are still and the sea 30659|Is a forest, and never a face-- 30659|There's a quiet for quiet that has no sound. 30659|But in silence I will steal away, 30659|My lips will still and my eye will meet 30659|The silent gaze and the quiet still 30659|Between two pools of rippling brine, 30659|And the wind will be the brooding wave 30659|That we, too, shall forget and forget. 30659|A little room at the edge of town, 30659|A door with a rickety latch, 30659|A screen of leaves and a drift of gloom 30659|And a spider's breath and a spider's web, 30659|And a lamp the window-pane--but death 30659|Is not a room for the living: not when 30659|The flesh is hot with the heat of life, 30659|And the soul's the flesh of a worldling hung. 30659|He'd run for the woods and been blown-- 30659|The sun was beating on his face, 30659|And he jumped on the edge of the water 30659|And dropped his raft and was back again. 30659|For the world is our plaything, and then, never 30659|We are pelted with stones, and none seems good, 30659|And the dullest man is always the best-- 30659|But the heart of the world is a lonely man. 30659|The heart of the world is that solitary place 30659|Where still the wind stirs the water, and a spark 30659|Of fireflies, from the house-fronts under the trees, 30659|Flitz away the night: and a shadow near 30659|Brings a man to a world and a friend, 30659|And the world to his heart is a dead world of fear. 30659|But the world's a lonely world, but there is a door 30659|Where the moon comes up above the house; 30659|And there from the window the stars will peep, 30659|And a bird will fly to the stars again, 30659|And the world's a star in the lonely sky. 30659|And a star will fall and wane and wane-- 30659|Then all the world is still, and you hear 30659|A voice that is not like the wind's, a voice 30659|That is not like the moon's--no voice, not one 30659|Of all the music that the stars have made. 30659|The world is a house with many doors, 30659|And a foot that is not sure; and if you make 30659|The stairs a little higher, there will come 30659|A little shadow from the door of sleep. 30659|In the dark it waits, and he that goes 30659|Must go with a long, long glance behind: 30659|If the moon should shine, he knows it will shine-- 30659|For the house is the soul of him that goes. 30659|O, no door where there is no door! 30659|Too many secrets lie in store; 30659|Too many shadows that were set 30659|In the days that are to be. 30659|The gates of the world were not made 30659|In a day nor in a night, 30659|Nor of the days that are to be 30659|Were they not made in a day. 30659|They waited for time enough 30659|Until the appointed time, 30659|And time will not be turned to wrong 30659|Until the shadows come anoon. 30659|For time is turned to wrong, I ween, 30659|Even on its appointed quest, 30659|Until the shadows of the years 30659|Around its coming come anoon. 30 ======================================== SAMPLE 390 ======================================== 1008|the other, whereupon he exclaim'd: 1008|"What mad moveuoyst thee, Guelpho! wrong'st me 1008|across the road, that I should strike thee?" Then 1008|I replied: "The deed is not amendable, 1008|lest by thine anger thou shouldst better know my will." 1008|"It shall be done," he replied, "by that thou 1008|shalt slay him. This is Ser Branca d'oro, 1008|of the Merry Men, who revengefully smote thee." 1008|"Now help thee father! speed I thee that thou kill 1008|Rosa, if still she live." And he: "Stand rooted 1008|out of this place, and let him there stand, 1008|Who down amid verdure veers suddenly, and speeds 1008|on his way with heavy step." And I: "Thy will 1008|is for thine only. But tell me, father, tell me, 1008|when thou com'st to the cithern, where I may find 1008|some one else so feruiful." He replied: 1008|"When thou com'st to the cithern, the highest heaven 1008|will all be one canopy, and in the centre 1008|Rosa shall be with Bonnie Maupertuin, 1008|Bonny and full of glee. Over all them shall 1008|Rosa point with her ardent bonny brow: 1008|And there over Royo shall bow, when with sweet 1008|shrill cries she shall make him joyful. I not ask 1008|that ye mourn for him: such would have been his 1008|guerdon; and such would have been your chances, 1008|sitting in the Harem or the Bastile." 1008|After my own heart had for its point of departure 1008|southwest, the virtue which had led me there, 1008|from low hanging cloud emerged in me again, 1008|and declared to me the place from whence it came, 1008|I thought I saw the chapel of my fathers, 1008|which holds sacred in my memory. Round about 1008|it were placed the spoil of Almayn, the city 1008|where Perugia of old our Po was hold'd. To it 1008|I straight descended, and, as I went, my finger 1008|took the sign in blood, which there embroider'd 1008|the ground. Miller alone did not turn his eyes 1008|toward me, nor Allen by her deliv'rance, 1008|but aloft the air pocket, that receives 1008|splend'rous rain, reviv'd in like manner, as they 1008|who enter, and that receives them, evaporate. 1008|I next beheld Cardinal Contaré, and last 1008|was Lanòd, who at the terrible fight 1008|comprehend'd not, nor yet understood the word 1008|"Libero" (Libertad), by whose voice, I think, 1008|something, either literal, or because understood, 1008|was lett to flake the moon. Before me also 1008|appear'd a multitude, exceeding mortal in seemly design, 1008|but signifi'd VELLO and VELLI, signifi'd VERROE, 1008|stoning and terror. Each with down-cast eye 1008|view'd them, and straight began to groan; but soon 1008|recovering heart, cries: "O thou, who ever remainst 1008|moist-ne mouth unto the woeful cry of the vanquish'd, 1008|us round us do not revile: this behooves us now 1008|worship and be ye ever mindful, paler than 1008|ever: here be evil and here be well-doing." 1008|They on my words a sudden rais'd their baskets, and 1008|usedly each did offer to me his precious portion. 1008|When they had fleshet'd my cheek with ointment so Divine, 1008|and my forehead with balm so fixt, that none thence 1008|out would eas'd his visage, turning sometimes 1008|his countenance other time so wrapt in thought, 100 ======================================== SAMPLE 400 ======================================== 7122|She could have borne more than that she did! 7122|And that she did in full, without fail. 7122|No more a woman, she was changed 7122|From what she was at first to what she seems; 7122|And while her husband felt her Love 7122|His heart was much more sure in that. 7122|'Tis said that when she ceased to be 7122|He could no longer wait for her, then, 7122|And took to Love as soon as his desire. 7122|And so, for years she stood in sight 7122|Of most that she loved, and did them all, 7122|In spite of circumstance and shock; 7122|And, as she lived, her name became 7122|A kind of religious custom 7122|To mark her life, and hers alone. 7122|And so, when she a widow found 7122|And sorrowed for the children four, 7122|And all who had been for her rejoice, 7122|She was a Virgin still till death! 7122|And still she lived and died a Virgin still! 7122|My Child, you learn from me, in this place, 7122|How true your parents were. I have known 7122|A wife, another a mother very smart; 7122|And some in child-birth and some in age; 7122|And one was young in love, and in hope the sweetest-- 7122|That's just whom God gave some women to be with. 7122|But still they lived, they did their daily chores, 7122|And gave to others what they could not earn, 7122|Or have an income for it; and each one 7122|Had all that was his or needed to enable him 7122|To live and flourish--love and children naught. 7122|There was a child at school, an only child-- 7122|One little, and of little faith, and only hope; 7122|At least, she never thought of him and had no notion 7122|How hard was she beset with all this heavy duty. 7122|She had no money, and her bread was scanty, 7122|And every cent she had her duty to fulfil. 7122|The father had no money, as also she, 7122|For the little one that lived with her, and was his own. 7122|For the child she never left the door ajar-- 7122|To all she did she did it just the same way; 7122|And she kept his school-room, his school-room the same 7122|But all so clean and tidy he used to call the next day. 7122|For the father was quite lavish; he gave her 7122|A basket, and a piece of cloth in every share; 7122|And he sent her a large quantity of hay, and a good 7122|Full basket, though it came to little to fill! 7122|And so they lived, and passed their holidays; 7122|The child was blessed and the father pleased. 7122|For as they went through it all I saw him smile; 7122|And as though in answer to a prayer he'd say: 7122|"No matter how hard it seem, I've done thy favour!" 7122|So through it all, I see them both with smiles 7122|Living ever with thee, and ever, till the day I die! 7122|If it be your part to want and to wander, 7122|I would not complain or to beg for a favour; 7122|For your love I can live on no other food 7122|Than that which you give me from a love that is loveable. 7122|I think of you in all kinds of weather and weather, 7122|You are happy with me so when no joy I do see. 7122|But if a friend in the past have tempted my soul 7122|With good food, it can only complain or groan, 7122|"We're not as we used to be. There isn't much joy in it." 7122|I do not know what I should do if I could only be 7122|As happy as I can be in this busy world of ours. 7122|My mind is quite full of thoughts that now I recall; 7122|But I feel it would be good. 7122|The same is true 7122|Of friends whom I loved so, or whom I know are not beloved. 7 ======================================== SAMPLE 410 ======================================== 1165|That never yet was by the sea, 1165|And never yet was over the strand, 1165|My eyes are ever full of light, 1165|My thoughts are ever on the shore. 1165|No sun there is, but shadows fling 1165|Invisible sparks of fire 1165|Into the ocean's blue, aglow; 1165|While on my soul there seems no goal, 1165|No goal, but, somehow, a desire 1165|To be, be, be, far away. 1165|Some time before the time comes, I know, 1165|When I have passed to some other life, 1165|And laid my face against the light 1165|Of some bright sunny little star, 1165|With its light and music of delight, 1165|And known what joy was ever mine, 1165|There is a quiet life beyond 1165|The dark and stormy lands between 1165|And far away in fields and hills 1165|I know a quiet garden life, 1165|And I must come and wait and reap. 1165|But though the garden was my home, 1165|And though, a while, it seemed to be 1165|As if a golden future shone 1165|Upon me, and my days were spent, 1165|And though I did not miss the ground 1165|As I had done before, nor meet 1165|The flowers of summer anywhere, 1165|I do remember how we walked 1165|And heard the wind speak soft and low 1165|And the long grass sighing under it, 1165|And the sweet grass under us sighing, 1165|And I, a little boy like thee, 1165|To-day, at eleven o'clock 1165|Came down the river where it flows 1165|And came back with mother's look, 1165|And, looking at the flower-beds more closely, 1165|Could see their tears and hear each other's sighs, 1165|And loved the sobbing words they said 1165|And all the little voices whispered all together. 1165|That little boy stood in the sun, in a golden net. 1165|Little he dreamed of a life of bliss, 1165|As he swung in the net's rim. 1165|He saw only tears and laughter 1165|And gold with rain-drops wet. 1165|He was only a little boy, 1165|But I have seen a golden future hid away, 1165|Now I know it all too late. 1165|A long road stretches before me, 1165|A long road where the tears are wet, 1165|A long road where the gold has flown, 1165|And I have travelled it all alone. 1165|With weary feet I tread it through, 1165|Till the cold sand waves my face. 1165|I tread it in twilight dim, 1165|Where the wild winds whistle shrilly; 1165|I hear the angry tide moaning, 1165|But there is nothing so brave, so brave, 1165|As life when it is young. 1165|A little child I am no more, 1165|A child I am too small for care, 1165|A little child in the dark where stars glow light. 1165|Ah, there again I may float with the wind's melody, 1165|And lie under the stars shining light-like, in the sea. 1165|No more in the deep sea I see my dim heaven, 1165|For the earth has grown old and the gods lie dead; 1165|And the long road stretches before me, 1165|A long long road where the tears are wet, 1165|A long long road for the little one that's free, 1165|A little soul to journey over and over again. 1165|I am a little little boy, I am glad 1165|Of the little things that I have, glad and brave; 1165|I am good at hiding my heart from the world, 1165|And glad of the little things that I have, brave and glad. 1165|For the little things that are mine are joy and mirth, 1165|And a little boy in the world is happy and glad; 1165|And then out of the little world of my heart 1165|I can look in a hundred directions, 1165|And every little joy is a joy and mirth ======================================== SAMPLE 420 ======================================== 28591|For thee thy future was so bright? 28591|Thy faith was so strong and sure! 28591|Thy mind so bright and clear? 28591|Thou hast, thy faith, the work of every toil. 28591|For this the present was best, 28591|For this, thy work is not an empty one; 28591|Thou hast preserved and kept the world of God 28591|For the sake, O heart, of all thou hast, 28591|For the glory of each sun and earth; 28591|Thou hast been the father of all men, 28591|In thy heart's most secret deeps, 28591|When the spirit longs forever 28591|To be one with God Himself! 28591|O heart of mine, my heart thou art, 28591|And I am here to serve thee, 28591|My soul's immensity to take 28591|One portion of thy perfection. 28591|Thy hand, too, is in me, 28591|And mine thou art to-day! 28591|My soul doth speak in me: 28591|Let the heart choose if it will! 28591|My heart doth speak in me, 28591|I have heard the angel's cry! 28591|My soul doth speak in me; 28591|Let the heart choose if it will! 28591|My soul doth speak in me; 28591|Let the heart choose if it will! 28591|My soul doth speak in me, 28591|As thou hast spoken in thee, 28591|So thy life doth speak in me; 28591|Let the heart choose if it will! 28591|My soul doth speak in me, 28591|Thou knowest what word is best!-- 28591|My soul doth speak in me, 28591|Let the heart choose if it will! 28591|Thy life doth speak in me: 28591|How many hearts may be 28591|In a thousand words that speak 28591|What God wills not to speak? 28591|Though I was born to hold and teach 28591|Truths that none but love may know, 28591|My voice, though I were born to speak 28591|God's perfectmost word above, 28591|My voice is far away on wings 28591|To speak things that I ne'er can know! 28591|Not mine to choose the words to speak, 28591|Though I should choose to set down; 28591|Not mine to choose the thoughts to shape 28591|That may become words of praise; 28591|But, O heart, to make thee more complete, 28591|I ask it of thee, my heart, in vain!-- 28591|Wake, arise! I am coming near; 28591|I have been waiting for thee, sweet, 28591|All day the deep silence held; 28591|The wind, above the forest-bough, 28591|Hath whispered to the grass, "Be still." 28591|But, O heart, let thine own voice wake; 28591|O heart, take heed! in God's own name! 28591|Out of thy silence let fall 28591|The words of truth, thine every day; 28591|Be thou the instrument, and I 28591|Will play the music for thee. 28591|The song of God, when he made man, 28591|Thou knowest, thou art I; 28591|And, then, on what remote, ill shore 28591|Did the first thoughts of thy first parent drift? 28591|Canst thou believe thine own hollow lies-- 28591|Thou canst not believe, but must? 28591|I cannot lie; but if I could 28591|I would speak out; and so, thou must; 28591|But only for the love of right; 28591|Canst thou believe, I say, 28591|That God thy Maker made and framed 28591|These frail and earthly things 28591|For thee, and me,--but canst thou, since thou 28591|Art not thy Maker, leave 28591|Thy Father's work undone! 28591|I cannot lie: my lips confess 28591|The truth of what I dare not speak, 28591|But, being blest that thou art, 28591|I ask thee this, that in silence I wait, ======================================== SAMPLE 430 ======================================== 28375|With me, if I have any more, 28375|And if with any any other men 28375|'Tis a hard thing to love, though you may guess 28375|'Twas not to be wished. And if you do, 28375|'Twill be a joy in Paradise, you know, 28375|But I fear--there's something else in store: 28375|For though you do not know what 'tis, yet 28375|''s soul is--is--God's soul? and--that's your sin-- 28375|Or--not to be so wise! What I have done 28375|'Tis, though I knew the secret, I can't tell, 28375|Though all my memory's lost to so small a part, 28375|My soul is, although my body be dead, 28375|And--though it's true; but what is that to me? 28375|If I could write (since I am blind) in verse 28375|What you, and I, and you and I alone 28375|Could never guess, 'twould be more than clear; 28375|And if such verse I wanted, I might say 28375|You're a devil, and I'm a hypocrite, 28375|For all men are, and yet that's not enough, 28375|My sin, which once was as my body, is 28375|One of the first objects of my sight, 28375|And still my name and name-branding come 28375|On all you think--and I--and you all. 28375|That's true, but--when, and how? 'Tis as plain 28375|As any one--and 'tis my fault, I swear, 28375|If I can leave my soul in Heaven or Hell 28375|And have a right to blame my own fault, I will. 28375|This, when 'tis said, a man may well deny, 28375|And--though so much the best in every place-- 28375|When that the truth in one can't make plain, 28375|And that it's the whole truth that's so, well, plain-- 28375|But then you'll find your soul is not so good 28375|And not so happy, as when you wrote-- 28375|For if 'twere known to God, His eyes would frown; 28375|But God is blind; all things are unknown; 28375|And 'tis all thought of all, and then--nothing done; 28375|In my last day, I was most pleased, I know, 28375|As if no world should go before me, and 28375|That I could look, if I might, down from high, 28375|And there see a city (God had me wrong)-- 28375|Not a little city; and a cloud, that, all 28375|In white,--like the white clouds that sail on high, 28375|Might be the clouds that cover and all be there. 28375|But the God of Heaven said, He neither knew, 28375|Nor will be found, if that false cloud be so, 28375|When the true one does, which I--might be true-- 28375|Would have made--as I have done; and the skies 28375|Were all--but I--so near to--I--my soul. 28375|If there were room for truth in fancy, 28375|And God's truthness could make men believe 28375|What's false--there were room for it in me; 28375|But that's not Heaven: it's folly to fret 28375|Upon a mean and trivial interest, 28375|And then--when that, which was false, goes to the wall, 28375|To come, and make, and go, and--in short, all, 28375|Go out, and bring no other answer back 28375|Than that it goes out--I had no thing; all 28375|The rest was--what they were: I had no more. 28375|I had no desire, no end of strife, 28375|To be so fondly led from good to bad; 28375|No--no--not such a love, or so much love 28375|As might have given me a hope to live, 28375|Were it but friendship, had been but friendship. 28375|O why should I that love, which made me good, 28375|Which made me a man and gave me all ======================================== SAMPLE 440 ======================================== 1279|To drink, and say his prayse, and then away they must away. 1279|In the time of my boy Chris'le, 1279|When you were singin' an' I med'k'd on the'r, 1279|Losh! maistly I was stennett, 1279|An's day I coost na' for sleepin', 1279|Till out o' tha I catch a glimpse-- 1279|Struts wi' the rest--struttin' erect! 1279|O it's a' for the'r stanes o' the world, 1279|I tremble at tha in my ay! 1279|Is it my heart that's aye beguil'd? 1279|Is it tha, that can keep me from despair? 1279|Tho' I be nae mair a fool, 1279|Still, still I hae feelings,-- 1279|Oh, what's the good o' a name, 1279|Since it lies round as a garland in life, 1279|An' sae fine is the smell in the ewes 1279|Of the bonie air o' the lave o' the ewes! 1279|But I sha'n't forget the days o' my youth, 1279|An', looking back, I can faintly see 1279|A brief window of this flower-fair country, 1279|When love grow'd aye sae blossomy an' green; 1279|When life's a wee thing made easy an' hale, 1279|An' the bonie smile o' love blaz'd in our e'e. 1279|But aye aft, when my heart is thinkin' o' thee, 1279|To live in the hour o' my youth again, 1279|It seems that its auld, but true half-freeze,-- 1279|Oh, the auld time when love was the only law! 1279|Come, lassie; 1279|We'll divide 1279|The dawgin 1279|Between us. 1279|Come, lassie, 1279|We'll separate, 1279|An' never look sic-- 1279|The dawin 1279|When Heaven was makein' 1279|For manna to eat!-- 1279|Lassie, O come between us, 1279|This bonie morning, 1279|When the dew shines 1279|Frae the heather 1279|An' the broomy braes 1279|Are blawnin' ag'in: 1279|Lassie, O mak ease ye me; 1279|I'll think o' thee, 1279|To live ayont the graheid 1279|In ane but a day: 1279|Then I'll think on thee, dearie, 1279|When the dew shines, an' the day is a' passed. 1279|My heart is a' the tane, 1279|My heart is a' the tane, 1279|The tane o' my heart in yond' o' its fashion, 1279|Aye true to the see! 1279|I care na by a stone 1279|For a man i' his graheid; 1279|I care na for a wife 1279|In a' her pride nor her fame: 1279|Gie me ae dear thing, lassie, 1279|To live wi' thee. 1279|The bonie rose blooms early, 1279|The bonie rose flowers early, 1279|An' the mavis tunes her bells an' cairns early; 1279|But the dearest thing to my heart is my Lily. 1279|The dearest thing to my heart is my Lily, 1279|As I sat on the stane, 1279|When the burnie fillys a' were clinking, clinkin', clinkin'; 1279|But the dearest thing in the world to my heart is my Lily. 1279|Then up an' clink, and turn'd up the burnies, 1279|An' straight on the cow-hose sing us a round of cheer; 1279|Oh! we're rowthoven and rowthoovesome, 1279|But ane will be left behind to his Mamma! 1279|TUNE ======================================== SAMPLE 450 ======================================== 1279|Sic ten Neuk, or fifteen laird, 1279|You may count that as a twa, 1279|Sic a woman, for her looks, 1279|You may count that as a threapol, 1279|You may count that as a ten. 1279|And oh, wha shall our leader be, 1279|And wha shall our raja be? 1279|Sic ten Neuk, or fifteen laird, 1279|By day and night your watch keep, 1279|And at night when your summons comes, 1279|Respect the queen of love. 1279|Her look is like the morning, 1279|Her air like the April air; 1279|Her wit like the snaw on the snaw, 1279|Her grace like the glister of jew'n; 1279|Her pow'r like an infant's wit, 1279|Her love like a youth's desire, 1279|Her health like a nation's wealth, 1279|Her wealth like a queen's crest. 1279|Now wha can compare her twa, 1279|Her beldam and her dame? 1279|Sic ten Neuk, or fifteen laird, 1279|Now, wha shall our raja be? 1279|Sic ten Neuk, or fifteen laird, 1279|To Queen M'Donald, be weye; 1279|For he and his kind sou' Westlin 1279|He'll make us what we want! 1279|Skipper, skipper, let us fly! 1279|Skirmish, skirmish, let us win! 1279|And oh, skreen for our skipper, 1279|Skreen for his sake and me! 1279|Let's quit the down and the dun! 1279|Let's follow the trail behind! 1279|'Twas Ibbles gat off a cargo, 1279|And said to outriggers, my dear, 1279|"Gae whip up a beam and a let!" 1279|O skipper, I've been toying 1279|With a gud toaster's pinion, 1279|I will not gie my pinion 1279|For a gud toaster's pinion, 1279|That's a voyage like a bo'sun's rummer, 1279|While I am a toaster. 1279|My father and my mother 1279|Were farmers in the country; 1279|But my father died ere I was born, 1279|And my mother's heart died a tear. 1279|But, as fate would have it run, 1279|My father and my mother 1279|Got together shares, and there 1279|Sparkled all their hearts' crimson dye. 1279|And there bloom'd the toaster's cherry, 1279|That's now skitt'd like a beggar's crow. 1279|Now a beggar's crook is worth a crook, 1279|An' my toaster's cherry 1279|Cannot be class'd with those 1279|I cannilie sticht wi' toaster's bran; 1279|But, oh! it's very like me, 1279|And like me fairly dapper, 1279|To be the jig for toasted cherries. 1279|It was a braw young man; 1279|He had a wee bit mare, 1279|And he travell'd far to see 1279|If he might get on wi' her. 1279|But he had nae mair pleasure, 1279|For he carted her away 1279|And he wove a garter ayein. 1279|And he has a wife for to live 1279|And she's a dit wi' the best. 1279|And he has a hap to give, 1279|And there'll be daffin or die. 1279|I saw a young man speeding, 1279|He was ae daut o' horn, 1279|When he should brake his ome, 1279|The bells would ring a whistle-bell. 1279|And he started frae the loons, 1279|And bleezed them a' abune, 1279|And blaw'd blithe as a linnet 1279|Upon the mountain's brae ======================================== SAMPLE 460 ======================================== 16686|And that the night was going, and I'm sure it was,-- 16686|And then I should think the stars had lost their power on earth, 16686|And earth and heaven were gone together like a dream; 16686|And, while my head was lying on the pillow, 16686|A soft light seemed to fall from heavenly things. 16686|Then I heard a voice, and there in the middle of the room 16686|Was the form of a girl I used to know so long ago; 16686|And the golden light fell on her, and a soft voice said,-- 16686|"Be a dear and kind, good-morning, Mary! 16686|May the flowers you gather this night be ever near you. 16686|A kiss, a word, a smile, and a rose will strengthen you, 16686|And the roses will bloom from the dew of kisses." 16686|Then, in the sweet light of the sun, I gathered her 16686|So I kissed her--and the sun went up above me; 16686|But she turned and smiled, and the dew of kisses came 16686|Into my eyes, and a soft voice said,-- 16686|"I am happy, my little sweet,--I am happy. 16686|Come, sweet sleep, thy soft wings let fall over me; 16686|Sweet sleep, that will not sleep till morning shall rise!" 16686|And then she kissed me--and the dew of kisses fell 16686|Down my cheeks, and flowed like sweet dreams from my eyes. 16686|And the soft voices whispered, "O, the days are beautiful." 16686|And the angels cried, "Good-bye, good children, good-bye." 16686|They went over the heavens and the earth and came again, 16686|But the dew of kisses fell never again on them; 16686|And the angels cried, "Good-bye, fair angels, good-bye." 16686|Then I kissed her--and she rose into the heavens again, 16686|With the dew of kisses falling from her eyelids, 16686|And rose ever beautiful in the light of the sun, 16686|As lovely still as ever she was when she rose! 16686|I met a little girl one day, 16686|And she said: 16686|"Oh, my little dog, we had play this day; 16686|"We had so fine a foot, and you could scarcely creep; 16686|"That was _so_ a dog, just now your neck would out-sloop, 16686|"So very much like a dog, and very large, indeed, 16686|"And like a dog the little foot you play with so plays, 16686|"And sometimes you tripped and bumped about upon the grass, 16686|"And then came up your mother, with her basket and shoe, 16686|"And played awhile with you, and then was out with you, 16686|"And I have some idea what your mother might be like, 16686|"For I bet money on your chances, and on your name!" 16686|And, as this little girl was walking, her mother-in-law 16686|Said: "It's just a child." 16686|But this was all a child. 16686|And so it is, my son: there's a proverb runs, 16686|"Love is a contagious thing; 16686|"If you think that it is just a careless sneer, 16686|"You may expect it to be spread 16686|"By something you've seen around and under you!" 16686|And so this proverb has some merit in it: 16686|"Love is the cause of all our sighs and growls-- 16686|"We are no better than we are!" 16686|So I've made the following small rhyme, 16686|Written on a paper: 16686|"Love, if you please, my little friend, 16686|"Pray take this to Mother!" 16686|And it fell upon a night 16686|As fair as any. 16686|And all day long, up to peep, 16686|We made love to it, baby! 16686|And as if she could never know, 16686|We took it from her in a glance-- 16686|And then 'twas dropped, as soft 16686|As any. 16686|I've seen the pretty things ======================================== SAMPLE 470 ======================================== May he be a beacon unto the poor, 30599|And the great Lord of the Forest send him out to save. 30599|Then I'll find him. In the light of a saint-fire, 30599|In the light and glory of a Christian dawn, 30599|I'll find him and make him a Christian, and burn 30599|This old-fashioned, superstitious book and try 30599|If these old legends and the old stories are true. 30599|"_For to be a Christian is the best of all 30599|By whom men may be saved._" 30599|Here's to the man that has been anointed King 30599|By the Lord, as he has been restored our King. 30599|O we must hold out, though we cannot save 30599|The King, the Saviour, from himself, the Man, 30599|The old world and its old faiths! 30599|"_For in every time that thou remember, 30599|To the great Will that gave them birth, men come._" (St. 1, 30599|The Man with the Broken Shoulder-legs 30599|Is a very good man, 30599|Yet, O but he is a frail man lying on the earth 30599|With the great sin creeping in. The world is all so wide 30599|That the true way will lead to only a small part. 30599|I am glad to have seen him for a time alone again,-- 30599|Touched by his hand and his heart, for the first time. 30599|A little, small voice, but mighty and strong to the end, 30599|His strength is God's hand leading him on to the wise 30599|And the good, but not the great, things. 30599|"_There is no king and there is no man._" 30599|Ah! they will call thee, son of the world, 30599|And call thee Lord. But thou shalt not be Lord all thine own, 30599|The greatest of lords. One must be great, one must be like, 30599|God-like, one with the great. For the one soul has sinned, 30599|The other is living and beautiful. 30599|But there are that will laugh at thee 30599|And mock Thy thoughts, poor heart, and Thy perfect life 30599|Shall make mock of me. 30599|What fear hast thou 30599|But a little weakness in thy heart-strings? Thou, like him-- 30599|Who made a god in the world. So poor a world! 30599|Thy heart-strings are broken; they will never mend. 30599|Thou knowest, poor heart, that my eyes are blind. They have 30599|All of my dreams, all of my heart, and the rest 30599|In the world stands far too long. 30599|I shall not see, 30599|Poor poor heart, that Thou wilt call me Lord, 30599|Who, living, couldst cast all things into hell: 30599|And so Thou art King-like to me by a name, 30599|And King-like to me when I call Thee by that name, 30599|King-like because to me Thou art but the clay 30599|And Lord of all the lives of earth, even life 30599|That, knowing the price of our love, Thou didst pay! 30599|Ah, but I know that Thou hast suffered, O poor heart, 30599|The price of living; I know it, and have lived 30599|All of this while. 30599|Ah, heart! The world is all so wide that Thy mind 30599|Was not of narrow compass. There, Thou wouldst have 30599|All hearts of earth be like this--to follow Thee, 30599|The love of love, to live, to honour and serve, 30599|To live the King's life. 30599|I will not hear it. 30599|Let it be so. 30599|If thou art weak, 30599|Then be it Thy own heart moves behind my back. 30599|Let me but understand. 30599|What is the price 30599|Of this most beautiful, best perfect life? 30599|Only the love and service of thy soul. 30599|Thou knowest, poor heart. 30599|_For, being all alone, no one shall ever know 30599|The secret of Thy heart and ======================================== SAMPLE 480 ======================================== 34982|To be with you. 34982|But this is nothing. 34982|It's all a ruse 34982|To keep our people from being free 34982|Of their rulers. 34982|"Give each his own 34982|The seat," they say, "because 34982|The Crown cannot be 34982|More fully seen than represented, 34982|When we're fighting the battle alone. 34982|"The people have no will, 34982|"Or are too frightened," 34982|They say, "to stand 34982|An honest vote for us, 34982|So we give each his own 34982|The place." 34982|So the Crown shall follow 34982|Our vote? 34982|The people have no voice 34982|To tell us, or we're lost. 34982|Oh, it's all a ruse, 34982|For there's more to freedom 34982|Than just occupying a seat 34982|At Queen-Lips or some other 34982|Peltonian palace. 34982|To stand as we have stood 34982|Since the First Great Parliament, 34982|While we wear out the shoes 34982|We've worn since the First Great Parliament! 34982|No voice to rise or shrink? 34982|No chance to strike a pose? 34982|Or talk? A-plenty, 34982|But speech is like a chain. 34982|The people have no wit-- 34982|If they speak, the world is lost! 34982|No chance to do the deed? 34982|Oh, it's all a ruse, 34982|But they had all their chance. 34982|"To stand as we have stood," 34982|And in what new guise 34982|For the crown's to re-assert its rule? 34982|What grand re-enactment 34982|For the people to see? 34982|They have no vote 34982|But what for us could 34982|They do with it? 34982|They could not vote with _us_? 34982|We've voted for them! 34982|The people have no law. 34982|You can't compel us 34982|To do _nothing_! 34982|They had no law 34982|Since the First Great Parliament. 34982|And for the crown to make law 34982|To fit a new mode, 34982|With our right hands, 34982|While they've all our votes? 34982|Oh, it's all a ruse, 34982|For there's more to liberty 34982|Than just a royal purple. 34982|But what is liberty 34982|That has its price? 34982|But what is liberty? 34982|It's not the sound 34982|Of a shepherd on his pipe. 34982|It's not the day 34982|Of birds on craggy hill. 34982|It's not a breath 34982|That blows, through a cloud. 34982|It's not a bell 34982|That tells the night goes wrong. 34982|It's not a king 34982|When a great crowd 34982|Cries, that their king 34982|Is broken in 34982|With many woes. 34982|It's not to hear 34982|A thousand bells 34982|Rumble and chime, 34982|And see great halls 34982|Dreaded as Hell. 34982|Oh, it's all a ruse 34982|For our country to be free. 34982|But that's not free, it's slavery. 34982|Oh, but this freedom 34982|Is not the sound 34982|Of a shepherd on his pipe. 34982|Oh, but this freedom 34982|Is not the sound 34982|Of birds on craggy hill. 34982|Oh, but this freedom 34982|Is not the world 34982|When ======================================== SAMPLE 490 ======================================== 24269|That in the hollow earth was buried, not 24269|That they their bodies left there, but that 24269|A river, flowing thro' the ground, took them 24269|Down there, where it was made; a thousand stones, 24269|They say, they pile'd; I know not nor declare. 24269|Now had Hermes, as we hoped, with our help 24269|Vouchsafed the aid of those of royal race, 24269|Yet had not then arrived. They, therefore, soon 24269|Extended forth their limbs, and bathed, all clad 24269|In flowing robes, and with the river's flow 24269|Each passing through the land, were warm, &c. 24269|But soon to be were many, while we in peace 24269|Expired on these, who, after nocturnal stealth, 24269|And in that form which never fails him fear, 24269|But ever seems a shadow, thus they say, 24269|Their names I shall not name. They on the shore 24269|Of the wide brine, they of the sacred deep-- 24269|Porphyrogenides, whom the Gods adore-- 24269|Lay sinking, all but one, Ulysses still 24269|At hand, whom, as the will of Pallas moved, 24269|Not on the shore alone Apollo sent, 24269|But he, the guardian of the earth, himself 24269|Had built, for thence he had his heavenly place. 24269|That one, the son of Ennomus, Ulysses loved, 24269|For beauty and for gifts renown'd; for him 24269|Pindarus, Parnassus, and for him, where 24269|Thou seest, Dictæan Arethusa, grew 24269|In rivers. He, on which the Ocean's sons 24269|Myrrha and Eryx stand, to the right 24269|To left inclined, and thence to the deep 24269|They glide. Their fathers, with their hoary hair, 24269|By Pindarus in Dicon are conveyed 24269|Unto the Echinades and Tegea; then, 24269|For this was neither toil nor toil, the Gods 24269|Conducted them, and all day long they float; 24269|But when they near the stream of Orpheus, 24269|And of Patheus that most sweetly springs, 24269|And where the Naxian rock commences, 24269|Then, by the power divine, Achilles will 24269|Send sea-robbing winds, and wreaths of flowers, 24269|And make the stars their canopy; then, those 24269|Who in the stream have fell'n, himself will lead 24269|Back to the gloomy deep, that by them borne 24269|They may be borne again to Ithaca. 24269|He ceas'd--Ulysses heard with joy his suit; 24269|Then thus, with smile at once his plaintive speech 24269|He cast his own misers' prayers abroad, 24269|And these the answer of a hundred swains--. 24269|If so it be, O Queen, that, on that day, 24269|When we shall come to give our hearts to thee 24269|In his own abode, you should, with tears 24269|And heavy groans, behold our fainting life 24269|Resumed, when, by a hand unseen, a man 24269|To us, and one who never hath done us harm, 24269|In the dark day of his affliction came. 24269|So long I might expect thy daughter's aid. 24269|To whom the Queen of Love, thus answer'd her. 24269|I do not care to see my husband view'd, 24269|Not though he perish when I take a life 24269|Which he himself hath lost, the crime of others. 24269|But if ye suffer him to escape us, he 24269|Whose death I sought, he shall not, I believe, 24269|For all his might, for aught of ours avail. 24269|But hush, my sons; yourselves, with hand to hand 24269|Assail him; I will not, if I can help, 24269|Be unprovided from his vengeance though he smite 24269|Me, and that without excuse, for the Gods 24269| ======================================== SAMPLE 500 ======================================== 1008|I was but in appearance like a common clown." 1008|So saying, he unclasp'd the sacred vest, 1008|And, as the wind doth to sail bird wing'd, forth 1008|Exclaim'd, in act to whooap, his angry words 1008|Discharging, at each other fiercely they 1008|Like swords clashed, till they both fell to the ground. 1008|Then one turn'd round with headlong speed, and seem'd 1008|By contrary blast inclined to spit the dust 1008|From his blunted throat, and disappear'd. 1008|But Luke with caution caution rightwisely guards 1008|His companion, and secures to save him still 1008|His corselet and sandals, which at once 1008|He half obscur'd, and threw behind him far, 1008|Where, coming down from the steep, the bank he reach'd 1008|Far as the ditch intersect'd. Beyond 1008|The bridge was nowhere seen the bleeding trunk: 1008|So great the cut: but Jesus, at the point, 1008|Knew andaghast, how that his art should accomplish 1008|What his nature ordain'd. With sweep of sword 1008|Swept from its place the gardener of the world, 1008|Son of God and Goddess, down to filth 1008|And misery, reappear'd. With roar 1008|Of hurricane all the regions round were fill'd 1008|With sounds of dire rejoicing: from the cliffs 1008|On heights, and from the fertile fountains green, 1008|And verdant meads, loud-clamour'd Scion sown, 1008|Calls to the camp; and in the center round 1008|Set several thousand in a ring retir'd. 1008|The rest, whom pale Phlegethoniality 1008|Hath ink'd with a ph[oe]nix tow'rds the light, 1008|With halos round them, that they seem'd seen 1008|By aessemers, covering them as they drew: 1008|Thus scattering them before the face of God, 1008|They join'd in dread silence all around. 1008|And not far wavering from the verge whereon 1008|They were entomb'd, a lake appear'd, and parch'd 1008|The spirit of all, who stand'd a sacrifice 1008|There. They no less terror at the sound 1008|Of that ghastful roar arrive, than at the sound 1008|Of more exceeding. With fear at length 1008|Each of them turn'd, and near the edge of that 1008|Beneath, another lamentable sound 1008|Rang through all numb'ning 'twixt the sixth hour 1008|And th' ninth. One was there, ere yet two hours 1008|Had stopp'd the, and they all besides appear'd 1008|In other sort as they have oft been here":- 1008|"O Friars holy, noble, and fair,- 1008|Twelve monks, and twelve pallids, for your pay,- 1008|Why wend ye onward o'er the bad soil 1008|To tread the paths which now I measure out? 1008|Oh! by that beauteous light which I behold 1008|In your celestial eyes, what can my steps 1008|Encountered? Turn, and see if aught of mine 1008|May not profit there, where clearly is mark'd 1008|The litter and the bed. Where two distinguish 1008|Sight and Silence, one voices tells the other 1008|What his kind command've been, that both may dwell 1008|In sweet security." This said, they turn'd, 1008|And all along the cohonest, but to me 1008|More copious than to those who listening stood, 1008|Their words and their actions give me good grounds 1008|Of believing. Soon as to the right we came, 1008|Each pointing to the chant break on ours, who sang 1008|So noble and so successful, that all ears 1008|LOCKPILED to the story. Lo! upon the right 1008|Another light emerges, that more serene 1008|Enlighteneth me. And he, whose praises sings 1008|In ======================================== SAMPLE 510 ======================================== 1365|And in the house they are in the middle of the feast. 1365|I see a boy about the age of fifteen 1365|Come to this house; he has a beautiful face, 1365|And with his face he is smiling, looking bright, 1365|But as soon as he hath eaten that is eaten 1365|With others of his kind, he turns to a wolf; 1365|He is no larger than a goose-quail or goose, 1365|And like a hare is found on the plain at noon 1365|Upon the mountain side, or in the field 1365|Among the daffadils. To him, at night, 1365|The voices of the people are heard, and the sound 1365|Of the gongs in the church, and the watchmen quick; 1365|He knows well the way to London town, 1365|And will go with me, with his silver horns. 1365|I have a little brother here, who is not 1365|So handsome as he is small; but he loves me 1365|And will do, to please me, as I tell you, 1365|For there is no other God but Love, the Teacher. 1365|His mother in the house has been faithful 1365|In her word, and when the house is in disarray, 1365|And the winds sweep out the candles, burning at a hearth, 1365|She takes her little boy to the windows, in 1365|The night of Easter night, and with him goes 1365|The little lady, dressed in white, that stands 1365|Looking out, as if she were a nun and pure. 1365|And then the little lady, when she sees 1365|That she is very old, and knows a great deal 1365|About the home, when she has the house to sweep, 1365|Comes to me, with her basket by her, and kneels 1365|And prays me for a few drops of oil of frankincense. 1365|Ah, then I give her the drops. And when 1365|She smells it, she says, "My Lady, I implore 1365|You, give me something to put in my basket, 1365|For I have lost good store of things, and if the Lord 1365|Should take away my things, I should have nothing, 1365|Nothing but ashes and ashes." So I give her 1365|A bag, and on it places the frankincense, 1365|And she goes on her way, and my heart bleeds 1365|To think of all the treasures I had before, 1365|All the books and manuscripts, the old books 1365|And manuscripts, but I have lost them all 1365|By the hands of the demons and by the hands 1365|Of Satan. They are all dead. You can see 1365|That the books and manuscripts are in no way 1365|Bitter upon me. When you read them through 1365|You find there are notes and little verses 1365|Or the like of the like, that have been folded 1365|And hidden away, and thus no longer 1365|Shall be found upon anything. So I pray 1365|That you may go back, and on your knees adore 1365|And the ashes of all the old books, and in 1365|Your hands make like a cross, and set it there 1365|Upon a book-mark in a window blind; 1365|And when next you go through the door, you fear not 1365|The ashes, which will be on the shelf behind. 1365|The King of Salem, King Solomon,--all these 1365|Are names that come to me. And the most holy of all 1365|These prophets who to and fro held this shore 1365|Seeking old tales, old stories, to see what would 1365|Come after them, I bring in my hands." 1365|And then the king of Salem, Solomon, 1365|And the holy prophets, who knew what new things 1365|The light of the sun through the darkened air 1365|Showed to an eager searching and a thirsting soul, 1365|Fleeing the wrath of God and the curse of man, 1365|To seek the light, and the hope, and the truth. 1365|These are the names that come to me. From the first 1365|Fleeing from ======================================== SAMPLE 520 ======================================== 4010|And ere the winter had worn away; 4010|"O, that I could find some room to lie, 4010|Some warm, dry, well-fanning coverlid, 4010|That lay upon my back and my breast, 4010|Like a huge wool-basket;--till, lo! 4010|That pillow of my own soul was gone, 4010|And, in its place, a slumbering shade; 4010|So, when at eve the moon had risen, 4010|And filled the world with silver light, 4010|Methought I lay upon the bier 4010|The soft, white curtain of a shroud, 4010|The silent coffin of a dead 4010|And untaken warrior and the king 4010|I fought beside at Can Grande! 4010|"I fought beside at Can Grande! 4010|Where in the fierce four-year war of lust 4010|Was ever lair of human hate 4010|That laid the goodliest of her kind 4010|Upon the cold earth as a prey! 4010|Fled from her mountain-glaciers gay, 4010|She sought the hills; and, from their height 4010|The black cliff flashed upon the morn, 4010|And echoed far to northward away: 4010|To her, a drowsy, flower-lipped damsel, 4010|With wreaths of herbage and with flowers, 4010|Passed in her sun-brightened pathway, 4010|And with her young in arms reclined. 4010|On this side was the castle-gate, 4010|And through the low and easy wall, 4010|Lit by the crystal spire below, 4010|Was seen how shepherds frolicked round, 4010|And young foxes howled from hill to hill, 4010|Whose bark, the castle's arches gleaming, 4010|Rang on the waves; the wood-birds sung 4010|In a wild piping strain above, 4010|And, as they glanced round, their song and glee 4010|Grew kindling as they near the strand; 4010|For through the vale the fisher sun 4010|Sang out every stream and brook, 4010|Which, by the castle's lofty tower, 4010|Beside her, brighten'd in a light 4010|Of its own splendour, and her way, 4010|Was as a thing of splendour, clear, 4010|And full of song, and in its sound 4010|Had all the harmony of this 4010|World of harmony with which 4010|Musing, I lay down like a child, 4010|While that fair light, which still was lit, 4010|Seemed in the very castle-lot; 4010|And thus the world's own harmony 4010|Play'd on mine ear, in a sweet lay - 4010|Though I have loved such strains as suit 4010|Children well, and little men: 4010|And though they have not learned to sing, 4010|Still their music is sweet to me; 4010|In those days, alas! when I could weep, 4010|And remember the unquiet dead; 4010|It seemed a holy, holy thought 4010|To hear the little airs of Spring. 4010|Yet though my soul and body say, 4010|Not a lass could make us cry, 4010|When the cruel-hearted feller died; 4010|And I have thought, for once, of my own, 4010|And have been soothed till I was glad; 4010|I can sit still, when I am sad, 4010|And watch what you please do: 4010|And, if the season so suits, 4010|I love the bended knee. 4010|But when the snow and rain has palled its fit, 4010|And winter sets in velvet pall, 4010|To sing a jovial song at such a feast, 4010|As one may think a most auteur, in scorn; 4010|O, then we say, "To me, your prize, sir, 4010|This is the most absurd excuse; 4010|I know Sir Walter Scott's genius quite, 4010|And when he had composed a great song, 4010|He would have put it into ======================================== SAMPLE 530 ======================================== 16265|In their little room with the door ajar 16265|And the candle hanging on the wall ajar, 16265|I have come across the word "Rise" 16265|With a face as grave and flat as you please. 16265|The one thing I remember of "Rise" 16265|Is the way it makes you feel--so bad, so bad. 16265|And I've come across many words to-night 16265|That are so like "Rise"--so like--so vague, so vague. 16265|"Elegance," and "Artistic Vigour," 16265|But "Rise" is far above the rest, 16265|And I cannot hear--or see--the word, 16265|I will just stop here (I'll stop if I can). 16265|If you don't know what "Rise" means, try. 16265|"Rise" says--but don't ask. 16265|Well, I believe that I do-- 16265|And if you don't know what "Rise" means 16265|You won't either! 16265|It's when the sun makes his round 16265|On clouds a-shine; 16265|And the little stars come out 16265|From under the silver dawn 16265|To shine about me so. 16265|When the sun puts out his light, 16265|And closes his earth-door, 16265|And with shadows blackens the blue 16265|Of heaven's blue; 16265|When all the stars I own 16265|Have put their clubs in bed, 16265|And I lie just like a log 16265|In the deep, still earth; 16265|When I don't hear my mother 16265|Any more in the hall; 16265|When the cat is out of the kitchen, 16265|And my brothers and I 16265|Are up to something unsaid 16265|That we've long been keeping-- 16265|I have been like to catch a cold 16265|For weeks beyond reach. 16265|And I know that this is so-- 16265|And the fever that wrings 16265|My bones is a cunning one 16265|That will not go well 16265|With the morning. 16265|And when I feel all warm and well 16265|And young again, 16265|I have a thought--and I say it-- 16265|Of the night that's come. 16265|'Tisn't much: a summer's night-- 16265|To-morrow! 16265|When your hair is black and dark, 16265|Bats and frogs that stunk and tumbled 16265|In a cloud of smoke; 16265|When you've made your bed for the day 16265|And wrapped yourself in the blanket 16265|The wind is in the chimney-- 16265|Oh, it's very, very strong-- 16265|The wind is in the chimney! 16265|And it comes out the back side 16265|Of the house, and it scoops the fire 16265|As you are coming in-- 16265|Oh, it scoops the fire and scorns 16265|Your guts flying back!-- 16265|It scorns your black and barren heat 16265|And your fat, juicy fire 16265|As you are coming in--Oh, 16265|It scorns the black and barren heat!-- 16265|It's coming o'er the wall! 16265|It's knocking at the door-- 16265|Oh, it's coming o'er the wall! 16265|And it's whispering to its mate-- 16265|Oh, it's whispering to itself: 16265|We've been out on the flue!-- 16265|It's coming o'er the wall! 16265|It's knocking with both arms-- 16265|Oh, it's knocking with both arms! 16265|The poor blind thing! and you-- 16265|Oh, it's coming o'er the wall! 16265|It's rattlin' at the pane!-- 16265|Oh, it's rattlin' at the pane! 16265|Oh, it scoops the flame! 16265|And it scoops you--and you! 16265|And it wraps you in--you-- 16265|Your--your--nakedness! 16265|Oh, it wrapped you ======================================== SAMPLE 540 ======================================== 20586|On the sea that lies around the moon. 20586|Then the sound thereof made men glad, 20586|Though I was but a woman; 20586|For all men know but one, but one, 20586|Of the joys that they cannot see 20586|On the night in the morning. 20586|And I looked there: and with a start 20586|Lo, a new moon shone upon the hill! 20586|In the moon, and the sea, and the dawn, 20586|And at midnight I saw a light! 20586|With a thrill of joy went each bone 20586|And the heart flew out from every limb; 20586|And, as we climbed on, we gazed 20586|A light on the waters to be. 20586|And we know all this by heart: 20586|For this earth is not a heaven; 20586|And we are not gods; and yet 20586|In my heart a new moon still is, 20586|A strange, strange gleam that comes and goes 20586|A thousand miles astray, 20586|A gleam that can not come again 20586|To that glad earth that I knew 20586|I knew in a happier time, 20586|In a land of flowers and of song, 20586|In a land of children three. 20586|But I know all this by sight, 20586|By ear and smell and breath, 20586|By the moon and the salt sea spray: 20586|For we in the bowers of God 20586|Are things that earth did not see 20586|As we stood there in the valley 20586|To watch the coming dawn. 20586|It was like a land of wonder-- 20586|So glad and white and still; 20586|And from the mountain's misty summit 20586|An odorous dust arose 20586|As of flowers when the flowers are blowing 20586|From out the gold of the morn. 20586|And round about us, in a circle thin, 20586|Flower and grasshopper had birth; 20586|And the snipe that stood in the valley slept, 20586|While the garrulous lizards slept 20586|In a ring of dancing flame, 20586|And the blue-coated lizards fluttered all about 20586|To kiss the sunbeams off. 20586|It was like a world of wonder-- 20586|So glad and white and still; 20586|And from the mountain's misty summit 20586|There rang a fragrant cry 20586|As of birds on a windy hill, 20586|Swarming up into the sky. 20586|And the blue-coated lizards danced around 20586|In a ring of burning flame, 20586|And the dancing firemen kept 20586|From the valley as they swept; 20586|And the little children wept 20586|For a world so long out of their sight. 20586|They found with eager haste and good 20586|The ring of flame; they snatched the keys 20586|From on high in their golden lute-- 20586|But it was a golden ring for me, 20586|An old man's ring to me; 20586|And I can hear it yet, 20586|With the chime of bells, 20586|And the soft cadence of the daffodils, 20586|Which ring o'er Christmas morning. 20586|With our old boots on the hard English ground 20586|How do we swing between the joy and fear? 20586|With a heart grown heavy with the weight of years. 20586|How long the peaceful day and how long the night? 20586|I ask in vain; they are not answered by; 20586|My faith is blind, I vainly ask in vain. 20586|In all her windows glistens the moon; 20586|The fireman's heart breaks as he rocketh here; 20586|And I am a child that comes from faring far, 20586|And finds a mountain in an English dell. 20586|I look in the face of the fireman there, 20586|And I find a mountain in the English heat; 20586|I hear the wind howling in a cave of pine, 20586|And the woodpecker's quick and merry cry, 20586|And the bluebird, with the dark downy breast ======================================== SAMPLE 550 ======================================== 8792|The face of either, from its wimple thin 8792|Unfurled his wings, and to the lower sky 8792|Descending like a lark. And as he rose 8792|Ere he had reached the third circle, from the point 8792|Of the seventh Gabriel he was mute; and I 8792|Musing, as died the sun, sociable, rose 8792|Through ether to the Principality 8792|Of the fair Region, where the angels keep 8792|Watch o'er the souls, that circles each in turn, 8792|Along the centre, where the sixth light 8792|(So named) of our own planet fires the air) 8792|Stays not the sun in any ell, but gives 8792|Emergence and provision for his race, 8792|As ministering God to God's empire, is; 8792|Both in those circles and the other on 8792|The top of that new dome, where round about 8792|Coruscant towers. As we, that dwell at home, 8792|Methinks shall more gladly encounter, when 8792|Death comes to either, than they who in those halls 8792|Lay waste the thrice-quaroaned world, and would seize 8792|All cities under heaven, if such there were. 8792|These seem I now, who well knew special claim 8792|To question of the highest: for my frame 8792|Received from heaven above, and upward borne 8792|By heavenly influence into man's frame, 8792|That it no less unto heaven on high 8792|Exerted itself. The nature thus 8792|Exercised, and thus active and wise made, 8792|Greater hopes and more extraordinary fears 8792|Made me. O ye powers divine, O Iov*e, 8792|Be kind as ye are, help our limbs to feel 8792|For weariness, and steep us in sleep, 8792|That we may know the thing unworthy death, 8792|Which is by longing for eternal woe compared." 8792|Upon the sleeper's breast such load was placed, 8792|That (its respect not sought and pray'd for first) 8792|It should not be expected he would bear 8792|Repentance ever after to the case. 8792|But fixt was my mind, and steadfastly 8792|Viewless in death, from that hour it wanders, 8792|Through all the dismal world around, and turns 8792|To that wherein I died. Ye who have been 8792|Partakers in the anguish of my felicity, 8792|Would seem to me of late witnesses, 8792|When I recount of Margaret, of whom 8792|I spoke before, the unfortunate wife 8792|And mother: now, according to your wishes, 8792|Living at its furthest point, o'er all these Isles 8792|Judgment speedily dispenses WHERE 8792|IS HE NOW, for whom his pity at my hand 8792|Secures me? where my pity runs so deep, 8792|That even while seated at the foot of the arch, 8792|It returns to my eyes, when I am gone 8792|Low at his feet! and what shall be said 8792|Of him, while living he remained in peace, 8792|In sensibility or in power, 8792|If he to humanity had turned pale 8792|Even at the thought of being hurt? If he 8792|Had for that agony been living blind, 8792|Even his blindness to my eyes would have been 8792|Forgetfulness of sight. But if he lived 8792|And saw me once in high rebellion displayed, 8792|In suffering, and in thoughts imploring aid, 8792|How then would his coming then appear? 8792|For conjugal love he never met rebellion; 8792|Such benignness he well knew, and I 8792| ======================================== SAMPLE 560 ======================================== 20956|And of thee a father, as old men do, 20956|For mother still had life; she lived by cheer. 20956|The young maid made her hear them tell 20956|Her father was to live, and her to die. 20956|She could not think of life again; 20956|And many a grief and woe 20956|Rose in her sad mind, as of one that's died. 20956|It will be many days before I am forgiven, 20956|For I was not the maiden that was born to-day, 20956|In whom the future bloom of beauty shines, 20956|To whom I spoke so oft of hope and heaven; 20956|I was not the one of whom you long for one 20956|Who may to-day be deprived of earthly love. 20956|I was too young, and foolishly I answered falsely,-- 20956|The night is deep, the darkness long, 20956|There are many things I never must say 20956|But very dear, and very dear to me. 20956|I have heard my mother speak all too well, and often 20956|In solemn and solemn words I think she knows; 20956|I was not she I loved, I did not know her well, 20956|My words are not her voice,--and yet they speak. 20956|She knew not me, nor she the friend that I had brought, 20956|There were many friends about my father's house; 20956|How little, the young friend thinks, so much I know 20956|Of what his friends have made from me and mine; 20956|I am very sure 'tis he, if only he knows, 20956|Who speaks of all his father's friends but very dear; 20956|And, all the same, it may be I am not he, 20956|But some strange woman in this lonely place,-- 20956|Ah! that I knew whom now my heart desires, 20956|Which is so dear, and still so very dear. 20956|You see the young maid, 20956|And you'll see the old man. 20956|What can you do with a nose, 20956|And a brain like mine? 20956|I've heard my mother speak all too well 20956|Of what she had to say. 20956|As long as I'm happy, what can I do but smile? 20956|Nothing, my dear; but never mind; 20956|There's something wrong in such a young nose, 20956|And I'm sure, if I should see 20956|A little head so wrinkled as this does, 20956|I should be glad to know. 20956|It's like a goat's skin on one eye; 20956|It cannot long endure; 20956|It's like a black-maned peacock's feather, 20956|The forehead's turned away. 20956|Oh! this is too much for a youth like me, 20956|An old man is not fit; 20956|A boy who, with the light in his eyes, 20956|May live a little while and then die. 20956|I saw him yesterday, I heard him yesterday, 20956|But he is past all remembrance to-day; 20956|But I am glad, indeed; for I do not know 20956|If he's happy any more at all with me. 20956|So, like old fishermen of the country round, 20956|We in a common life agree to tell 20956|Our love in common talk, without a fear 20956|That those who hear it shall forget it soon. 20956|And I believe, before the dawn of Day, 20956|The eyes of the young one will have seen 20956|The face of his mother,--and there, my friend, 20956|The sweet one shall sit, as she sat then, 20956|Telling her story with a happy face 20956|The old time-tiding tales,--in the olde 20956|Crowned with pearls and gilded in her hair! 20956|Oh, when shall mother's story be told? 20956|"_Who can love the Lamb, love him not, 20956|Who loves the Son of Man, shall love the Lord: 20956|He was a babsel on the mount: 20956|The Babe's mother was David.] 20956|Who loves the Son of Man, shall love the Lord. ======================================== SAMPLE 570 ======================================== 18007|With a face of a smile, and a mouth that was redder than wine, 18007|And a hand, and a mouth that was whiter than snow, 18007|And a voice that was softer than dew of the morn! 18007|And I leaned my face between his, and I held him--I 18007|Holded him, and I kissed him, and--ah, there's a stain! 18007|I held him, to prove him faithful, while I dreamed 18007|Of a face of a smile, of a mouth that was redder than wine, 18007|Of a hand, of a mouth that was whiter than snow, 18007|Of a face, of a mouth that was blacker than black. 18007|But all in vain; and the moon, the moon, the moon 18007|Came a-drifting, like a careless sister, and stole 18007|Away from the village, and left them aghast, 18007|When they found him at last in the house of his wife-- 18007|Sick with love, with a heart that was blacker than black. 18007|One moment as he wept, and then, like a priest, 18007|He stood weeping, with a pallor on his face, 18007|He stood with his head bowed, and prayed, and was silent; 18007|Then he turned to his wife and said, "Wife," and I 18007|Shuddered--and kissed her, and said a poor thing, and bad; 18007|And--there's a stain! 18007|And then came the moon that came so seldom this year, 18007|And vanished so swiftly that I forgot to say "Good-night." 18007|And she answered, "Kiss me, my sweet; it is time." 18007|And she rose and went to the door; and then--I cried, 18007|And--there's a stain! 18007|Then I thought that I had forgotten all, 18007|All that I had felt and done and said 18007|For I had little to lose, and I had not much to say; 18007|But I knew what did come after I turned in the door, 18007|And that is, that the stains will never go away. 18007|What matters it whether the moon come again, 18007|Or the sun rise, or the little birds sing; 18007|That the little things that I have known and done 18007|Will hurt me still, and stain my lips with black. 18007|The moon is low, and from the windows, low, 18007|The little stars wheel in their canteens, 18007|Ripening for a night when the world is gray, 18007|In the west, far, long ago; 18007|Like flowers, they come, the stars of midnight, bright, 18007|Like flowers, in a cloud of gold and snow. 18007|The stars of midnight hang like ripples of wine; 18007|The flowers have bloomed and vanished away, 18007|Too early to be precious to us all. 18007|But the things I love the best, they have not died, 18007|And shine through the twilight, gold and red, 18007|Too late for our love, too soon for our tears; 18007|So dark and drear for their tender glow, 18007|But yet they are bright, for they will not die. 18007|In the land of shadows I will seek 18007|The star of night that shone above her urn; 18007|And she will laugh in the darkness again, 18007|When I have been gone with a heavy heart, 18007|And she will smile in her lonely home on the shore, 18007|When I shall come no more. 18007|Out of the West, out of the night, 18007|A star has come. 18007|He has rolled in glory before 18007|My soul and I. 18007|I think I have felt him before, 18007|But I never was human. 18007|Now the stars are turning into night, 18007|And the clouds are brightening. 18007|For I never was half so fair 18007|As he now is; 18007|And I never shall see him, only, 18007|Till our bodies meet, heart to heart, 18007|In the bosks of love. 18007|When all is ======================================== SAMPLE 580 ======================================== 1471|I know, and knew, but I knew not, _Thee_ 1471|In the first or when the second Spring, 1471|But now I know thee. O thine aisles! 1471|Are thy green lilies sweet with the bees 1471|And the butterflies in the grass? 1471|Or is this all? What's more? How, in the end, 1471|And wherefore is it not all, do I 1471|Know thee not! And wherefore not thyself? 1471|_Thou_ that is all! I, that am lover 1471|Of love's essence, and thine, too, are we, 1471|We that wait thee everywhere, and see 1471|Thy love by thee revealed: I, that in thy 1471|Fancy beheld the light; I, too, that at 1471|Thy vision's uttermost depth might stand 1471|As in a vision, and be thine 1471|Praise and thy worship. But all this 1471|I do not praise thee, O thou sweet; 1471|But rather what I do, I, too, 1471|Master of my soul, who can adore 1471|All things, praise thee! And at such end, 1471|When thou shalt be too heavy to lift 1471|Lights from thy heaven, and move too deep 1471|For words to make them bright, yet, even yet, 1471|I shall not be too lonely to thee! 1471|And I do so entreat; though thou art 1471|My lover, and I entreat of thee; 1471|Be thee to me thyself the world, 1471|Me thou my world, me thou my love. 1471|For thou art like a forest; 1471|We are the beauteous trees that grow along its branches. 1471|The dew, the dew of morning, 1471|The breath of summer is our singing; 1471|The nightingale's a thousand ways, 1471|We lift our eyes with eyes for seeing; 1471|We feel the whole earth and know the whole earth, 1471|And the whole world's for us, and the world's for us; 1471|We seem so near! But come we will not come; 1471|Our ways are straight as is the way of a star; 1471|We hear in dreams, but they are hollow notes; 1471|The star-stream runs, 1471|The wind-stream sweeps, 1471|The world is with us, 1471|Ourselves in the world,-- 1471|Ourself in the world! 1471|And so we do not come; 1471|For though we may not come, 1471|Come, then, like nightingales, to hear the 1471|Songs that we make. 1471|What though thy spirit break, 1471|The tree that grows in Hell 1471|Nor bud nor leaf again; 1471|Though thou desert us 1471|In time,--no sun has set, 1471|Nor skies been darkened; 1471|With tears we keep the spring, 1471|Love's sweet flowers, beside. 1471|What though the deeps of night 1471|Closed evermore our sight, 1471|And days and years went by; 1471|Thy shadow was our light, 1471|Thy hope our star, O heart! 1471|What though thine arms lay cold 1471|Round us, and time and fate 1471|Made desolate, we knew 1471|Our earth is not in vain, our light, 1471|Our blue, our Heaven, O soul! 1471|O soul that art not thou, nor life, nor God, 1471|O love that art not love, O beauty not beauty, 1471|O man nor man made man, O God nor God, 1471|O life immortal, O immortal, O immortal-- 1471|Not what we are, nor yet what we shall be, 1471|But what we must become, O soul, O heart, 1471|If our great grandfathers wisely taught us-- 1471|The English were the first to know this-- 1471|That the great masters of the earth and sea and air 1471|Were plants, and only weeds when comes this day! 14 ======================================== SAMPLE 590 ======================================== 1322|But these must be, in this great world of ours, only 1322|Tho' all the world may give us, the rest must be ours. 1322|And I believe in this, the world's great mystery, 1322|The long-drawn evolution, the long-winded tale, 1322|The long-solved riddle of the universe, 1322|And all great nature, from the birth to death, 1322|One long irresistible march to perfect destiny 1322|(So was it said by Christus, the Saviour's birth, 1322|And was His dying cry, and was His passion's sigh) 1322|And all the coming ages as the ages roll'd, 1322|Or as they roll in swift motion still, 1322|And all mankind, each of each the true companion, 1322|God's best, no less than man's, true companion, 1322|One great great movement, a great great march to perfect destiny. 1322|So are my dreams. I dream of a time when you, my child, 1322|Will have to dream your dream, even for the rest of us, 1322|And all but the dreamer's dreamer, because of the dream 1322|We have not yet born, a birth for others yet to dream, 1322|For us unborn, for us unborn the great dream has birth. 1322|And you will have to hear all things, all things that one can dream, 1322|And, having heard them, you will have to think of them, thinking. 1322|As one might say, speaking in thought, 1322|"A good-bye, my lady; 1322|I've waited a long time for this message, 1322|I have no other friend to send it to, 1322|The time's to come?" 1322|And all I could do seemed to be, 1322|"Oh mother, go, dear mother, go, 1322|And tell your child you're coming, 1322|There's such a thing as a bad beginning, 1322|A beginning even for the worst; 1322|A beginning even for the best, 1322|A beginning even, when only the worst is past." 1322|But how is this? I did not dream it, 1322|I wish indeed I did, yet how is this possible-- 1322|That any of you who have never, at any time, 1322|Beheld me at once or heard at once my voice, 1322|I who have heard, not seen, you know how dear you are, 1322|I who have seen, and not seen, not anything at all, 1322|I who have seen a thousand such scenes, you know how true they are 1322|(Yet when I tell you the world is not a scene at all, 1322|Then one day or two ago I thought it so, 1322|I thought I had come now to boast over a deed, 1322|I thought I might have conquered in war or in war-time. 1322|I thought I had conquered, had conquered and taken, 1322|I thought I had killed the old man, had killed the old man, 1322|If a deed could kill all men, I had done the deed with all my might, 1322|With all the power of my voice, then had I killed the old man, 1322|I thought I had killed the old man, and won and won, 1322|I thought I had vanquished the old man, and won again, 1322|Even to an eighth of his soul, O he was all the evil, 1322|Even to the tenth of his soul, O what a monster is he, 1322|And what I thought I did, that I accomplished. 1322|(A great deed that I achieved by the same means--a dream.) 1322|O who, at the best, will ever know you good? 1322|(How shall we know that a dream is the best dream?) 1322|Or you, my mother, and your child, (as you call him,) 1322|Who know so well the world of a dreamer, 1322|And more at the worst, in the days of our youthhood, 1322|Not yet grown wise over a hero's thought, 1322|When we are all gone out to, and all grown out of dreams, 1322|Who know so well the world of a dreamer? 1322|When you have seen me through ======================================== SAMPLE 600 ======================================== 1304|And all that I had of wealth and fame; 1304|Then, when the poor were as my heirs 1304|As those that dwell not in the world, 1304|I went away to a garden gay, 1304|And there I saw a lovely flower! 1304|I said in my heart, 'It is she!' 1304|And she has been my wife twenty-two. 1304|I have no children by my wife; 1304|Youth will go as a breeze across 1304|The ocean of existence, 1304|And the end of it all, when it is done, 1304|It will be the quiet grave of my mother. 1304|THE sun came up, and the flowers were open sprung, 1304|Held by their hands, and in the primrose blue, 1304|Maiden-grasses with eyes of wonder and love, 1304|Felt not the breeze of their white garments blowing. 1304|I knew that it was sunny when I saw them spring, 1304|Said, 'There is no sun but this green heaven above,' 1304|And when they spoke, seemed to hear in the trees 1304|Some fairy in the garden who could tell 1304|Their secret, and bring them all together, 1304|Fairer and fairest, as birds come back to roost! 1304|THE sun went down. The flowers were a-waxing grey, 1304|And the violet's head did not shine above; 1304|Yet was the primrose's heart a-beat; and I, 1304|Who had loved her never, who had mocked her now, 1304|Who had left her in the garden to expire, 1304|And in a moment was around her wound 1304|Wounds that should not end in death, but would make 1304|Her spirit sweet with immortality: 1304|She turned her face to the wall, and 'Kiss me,' she said, 1304|'Here in the tomb is another flower 1304|White as a drop of pity, and like it you 1304|Shall be no more. The breeze that blows from you 1304|Will bring me a fresh ashen rosebud in June, 1304|That you may keep it for a beauty for your own.' 1304|I felt as if the very earth beneath 1304|Had spoken in a language strange and weak, 1304|And only a few of us were yet alive; 1304|And when their voices' music was hushed again 1304|The night was black on every hand. But when 1304|Once more a hand found out its ancient way-- 1304|A hand I loved--it hurt me so I said, 1304|'Alas, it hath forgotten me.' By and by 1304|The morning air was full of stars; and then 1304|I saw but that one pale primrose in the sun. 1304|WE need not list or sing how in the East 1304|The morning star of morning rose. 1304|It was a star not made of hands or wings, 1304|Nor made with hands at all; 1304|Nor for the birds to climb and touch and hold, 1304|Nor any other curious creature's feet-- 1304|When in the East alone. 1304|In the East alone it was, 1304|Star of the morning of the Old Year, 1304|Serenely beautiful, 1304|When morning lit the eastern hills, 1304|And all the sea was bright; 1304|For the stars were pure and bright, 1304|And the sun in his first-frightening heat 1304|Was light--light to the breast! 1304|The stars were young, the sea was young; 1304|There were no waves, upon the sea; 1304|The stars were young, and the sea was free 1304|Of all its sad regret; 1304|And he who loved a star, beheld in turn 1304|The glory of the World. 1304|In the East, where dawn was bright, 1304|Star, star of the morning, 1304|How your light was like to morning! 1304|How your influence was like to me, 1304|Thou star of morning! At the first 1304|Thundered my name aloud! 1304|How your radiance and your golden sheen 1304|Were ======================================== SAMPLE 610 ======================================== 29700|Hark! from those shadowy depths thy voice 29700|Mournfully echoes, "AUTH". 29700|That was the night when from her fane 29700|Mangu Damoneo, her priest, 29700|Sang by moonlight in the glade 29700|Of her garden; but, alas, 29700|Her lovely form was gone. 29700|The night of sudden twilight, 29700|Of sudden funeral, laid 29700|The flowers of her beauty by, 29700|And left her lying dead. 29700|The mourners, with no pity 29700|For that fair maid, who had died 29700|So young and sweetly, they 29700|Drew from the crowded bier. 29700|Now the long twilight mourns 29700|In dark convulsions slow, 29700|The sun, whose brightness, when it climbs 29700|To meditate its last, 29700|Turns the great globe of heaven 29700|To a vast blackness; and the moon, 29700|In the blue distance lost, 29700|Waves her orb all palely pale 29700|O'er earth and ocean's bed, 29700|While, at her last sad funeral, 29700|The waters are still. 29700|"Where, O, where," the poet cries,-- 29700|"Where is she, whom so fair, 29700|So pure a form has laid, 29700|Whose heart was true, and tender, 29700|And soft as summer air!" 29700|Yet there is sorrow in the words; 29700|For in the middle space, 29700|The grave is silent, but the sea 29700|Is louder still than I. 29700|The poets write how fair 29700|She lay in moulded tomb, 29700|A shape of beauty, soft of feature,-- 29700|Yet still she's dead! 29700|I look to distant lands, 29700|Yet still I see her face,-- 29700|How fair she lies in tomb! 29700|And all that Nature left, 29700|Which never came to pass, 29700|Is on her cold dead breast 29700|That cold dead face seems to look, 29700|As if his own it were. 29700|From sea to sea he sailed, 29700|And then upon the shore, 29700|The man-child found his mother's breast, 29700|The mother's bosom bare. 29700|On many a foreign shore, 29700|When sorrowed he passed along, 29700|The deep-embattled ocean cried, 29700|"A bitter heart, I've had!" 29700|The storms and the tempests of his youth 29700|He turned upon himself alone; 29700|And though the storm and the tempest had 29700|Their rage, he had passed with the wind, 29700|With God,--his only sign; 29700|And, ere the cloud of the tempest blew, 29700|His soul was with the world at play. 29700|He looked to the stars, and the stars smiled, 29700|And the moon in the heaven looked; 29700|And, as he looked, he beheld her light, 29700|And all the heaven smiled with him. 29700|When winds and tempests fly, 29700|When floods and fires fail, 29700|As their wake doth meadow and fen, 29700|'Tis the man-child's heart that craves. 29700|And I--I shall be bound, 29700|With the hoary-headed, strong, old, 29700|To earth, and the graves of the dead, 29700|Whose feet are mowed down, as they lie; 29700|And I shall rest my weary head, 29700|In the silence of Eternity, 29700|In the peaceful arms of God. 29700|And the poets of the world, shall say, 29700|That the earth shall welcome the children no more, 29700|For they, the poets, have said it with truth, 29700|The earth was never for man raised above 29700|By angels, as she was by heaven in heaven. 29700|The dead they will not rise when the sun 29700|Gleams and drags on his pinions the dew: 29700|"The spirit ======================================== SAMPLE 620 ======================================== 38566|and of the two main branches of the lyric poets, he is 38566|of the first. This latter is more like a novel, the former 38566|a mere exercise in poetic technique. It is true that some of the 38566|longer poems are only in two or three of the seven acts, 38566|(as 'Cytherea and Amphithoüs', 'Odysseus and the Daughters of Pose 38566|The metre of the whole of the tragedies is at most 38566|two or three distinct feet, two or three acts, or perhaps 38566|no more than one line of one act. But there is always no 38566|clear, distinct point of passage, and the metre may change 38566|after the action has begun, and in doing this the danger of 38566|distinction. As regards Lucan, we might as well look to one of 38566|the last days of the Republic, the 'Ante-ratu' of The Deed 38566|(cl. 27)--'Ad locum triplice trieter hoc sibi sibi dicas, etc. 38566|Præestus huic erat precatus in sæpe Lucania per Bettini 38566|Ergo sæpe diadema'--quoting an asp of the same name as the 38566|antagonist,--'Ad mihi quærent horribilem fratres' being a better 38566|means than the one named 'Hæcam.' And thence we can infer from this 38566|that the 'Ante-ratu' of the other tragic poems was a regular and 38566|accidental epigram of Lucan himself,--the kind of thing which 38566|Sextus in his Annales, 65 says of the poets of A.D. 38566|Mihi sæcula, quærent Hæc morbis, 38566|Nec coelo mutum modo vel fratris 38566|Rara ferus. 38566|If it is right to treat of the tragic poets of a later period, it 38566|should not surprise us that Lucan is so honoured in our day. Already 38566|GREEK, and still more after that, in the days of A.D. 60 and A.D. 38566|Aen. 1. In arid Æolia, where 38566|Herds and wild Aeacidae are found, 38566|Stood a rude temple of stone, 38566|In which the Phrygian was the priest. 38566|A temple in which, at midnight, to pray; 38566|Therein, it was the custom to sit, 38566|And in the silence of the gloom 38566|Ask no questions, lest you should move; 38566|Nor let any doubts disturb your peace. 38566|Here, in the midst of silent peace, 38566|The prophet Orpheus, mute and still, 38566|Was wont at certain hours to call 38566|The starry-dolorous goddesses. 38566|The temple was a work of art; 38566|Its walls were of rough-hewn oak, 38566|And the fair goddesses thereon 38566|Were framed of that hard sappy stone. 38566|And beneath, within the fane, 38566|Fashioned of this same hard sappy stone, 38566|Were statues all of marble white 38566|Of antique or antique mould. 38566|These were, indeed, so much like pictures, 38566|That one would scarcely suppose they were pictures. 38566|The same red colour, too, is evident in the various 38566|artists' figures,--like this statue of Aeneas in a boat 38566|in which is seen, behind a leaning chair, a basket, a wine-jug, 38566|an anvil, and a drinking-are, not unlike pictures of the ten 38566|thirty-first Bœotian scrips from Ionia.--WARTON. 38566|The setting of the figures in their proper position proves 38566|that the sculptor had only been playing with pictures. 38566|Aeolus is here to be accounted for;-- 38566|A figure from the same stone,-- 38566|A statue from the same stone,-- 38566|The setting of the same stone-- 38566|A statue from the same stone,-- 38566| ======================================== SAMPLE 630 ======================================== 8187|Till you think you can hear him laugh it home. 8187|The day that, just now, I saw you, 8187|Was not the last, my dear, 8187|(But _was_ of all days the best!) 8187|Though long ago, and far away, 8187|Those charms, at best, expire. 8187|In her last moment, when she flung 8187|Her former charms away, 8187|(So like the olden Delphic strain, 8187|With "Love, love, more love!") 8187|Her soul looked forth once more,--its ray 8187|Was like the rosy ray 8187|Where Beauty's ray is, no more 8187|It shines but once in all her years; 8187|And when it shines, it shines, my soul! 8187|'Tis thus, in life, Love's ray 8187|Is always and everywhere, 8187|And none but Heaven can prove 8187|Some earthly ray a ray divine. 8187|So many a day is past, 8187|I've seen you in my dreams, 8187|While I have wandered by the way 8187|Of childhood's lost delight,-- 8187|And sometimes, when I've been, alas! 8187|Too proudly idle, 8187|My heart has often been too wild, 8187|And not amused with its play. 8187|But now, to give, at least, a ray 8187|Of that old joy at last, 8187|When youth's soft power alone has power, 8187|And not its all--but still retains 8187|Its all for those it soothes, 8187|I've left the world, love--and you! 8187|In dreams you smiled, my dear, 8187|But now are not to me-- 8187|No more! my soul for evermore 8187|Is in the clouds below. 8187|Come, then, as some young soul, 8187|Who leaves, in sorrow's hour, 8187|A world he loves so well, 8187|His own heart knows not where. 8187|And though his eyes have lost the sight 8187|Of what he left behind, 8187|The sight is not the same but still 8187|Reflects on what it saw.-- 8187|So, come! while yet your heart is warm, 8187|I wish you may forget 8187|The scenes of memory now bereaved you 8187|And live again, the old romance, 8187|Without the sadness.-- 8187|And when you, too, have sunk adrift in Youth, 8187|Like some light sail, your soul, in the dark, 8187|Perhaps, will float to where, at the end of Fate, 8187|You may meet your Love, in some Elysian, 8187|Joyous, immortal still! 8187|If Love's a Lie, then Truth is no Lie. 8187|The Muse in these tender days of yore, 8187|And on those days, I think, of many a song, 8187|Was taught, by one who might have taught you Love. 8187|_The Muse_ _here_ presents, in some moody mood, 8187|A picture of a lover's life: 8187|As sweet as any picture you've seen, 8187|Or _I_ have painted myself, since I knew you; 8187|And yet, when you look it o'er, it seems 8187|Too like a LONGBONE story!-- 8187|The Muse, to whom the LONGBONE tale is copied, 8187|(I think the same I _may_ be,) 8187|Just then, the picture turned upon him, and 8187|He sighing, said--"Oh! 'tis too much like her; 8187|It's much more like myself than any woman." 8187|Then turning to the _voice_ (as sometimes happens, 8187|When people tell a tale like this, 8187|One thinks himself in that tale pictured), 8187|But, by God, 'twas not that voice he heard, 8187|As coming towards him, when he first heard it; 8187|It was some other who told it--'twas he! 8187|"No--'twill never be you, but the tale I've taught, ======================================== SAMPLE 640 ======================================== 28591|With the heart and soul to follow the Right; 28591|And if, in the coming days, my life 28591|Sufficeth evil to God, be sure 28591|I shall be with him, as well as he, 28591|Always, on the road to the goal. 28591|We are not born as the world believes, 28591|To be crushed beneath another's heel; 28591|We do not spring to life unaware 28591|From the eternal strife that's in the vale; 28591|Nor can we, in the coming life, 28591|Be in spirit like the wise and brave, 28591|Whose toil goes unrecounted through time. 28591|But we, for whom, in our youth, our days, 28591|The hand that leads is not empty made; 28591|Its points on life's blunted edge inclineth, 28591|And no man's finger fails to trace it still. 28591|It is not given to one man to know 28591|All things and every thing to know. 28591|No, we must do his work, day by day, 28591|If we must know what's good for us to know. 28591|Then learn to lead in faith the living way; 28591|And you shall find the truth where'er you go. 28591|The man who seeks no more or knoweth not 28591|Where lies the bottom, but will only reach 28591|The utmost, is sure of having reached 28591|The stage of life,--the ultimate goal. 28591|I know not how, nor why, I pass 28591|The gate through which I came to be; 28591|But surely, as Death hath taken breath, 28591|He who has breathed life's last spark, must go. 28591|In this dark life I would not dream 28591|That one dear thought like home-return 28591|Should enter on my throbbing brain, 28591|To teach me, as I gaze around, 28591|I do not fear to dwell awhile; 28591|I do not fear to die, nor dread 28591|Some awful thing that I may see, 28591|But rather an all-beholding Love 28591|That has no fear but Love to be. 28591|I cannot wait; I must away, 28591|Or leave the scene and leave the day; 28591|Fancy the sun, with his great ray, 28591|Can make these sad, alone spheres dance. 28591|Ah, when there comes a swiftening time 28591|And every hope declines in doom-- 28591|I think of what I might resign, 28591|In that familiar face of mine. 28591|The moment is come, and I must go, 28591|When all the little ones shall know 28591|That I am waiting for a true 28591|And loyal Heart to guard them all. 28591|O Life--a vision too divine 28591|For man's frail mortal soul to take: 28591|Could he, with a like intent, 28591|With His own hand set up to die, 28591|How sweet it would have been to meet 28591|In some Elysian land of Peace! 28591|O Faith! That from the Eternal mind 28591|Soulless and pure can rise above 28591|The passions that this lowly lot 28591|Make ever fraught with strife and fear. 28591|Yet, when the fainting heart lays down 28591|Its slothful arm and weak desires, 28591|Its longings vain and feebleness, 28591|How sweet to take this hand, and draw 28591|The penitent heart, as from a fountain, 28591|And with the river meet. 28591|Then Love shines forth and all delight, 28591|And hope--but how divine to share! 28591|And all things--for to us 'tis given 28591|To love and to strive! 28591|Let it be yours to sit and ponder 28591|Life's lessons through--not those of bliss, 28591|Nor those of Duty; one goal, 28591|The goal of manhood and of man, 28591|Must be the goal of Love. 28591|It was a summer night, 28591|A summer night, a June night; 28591|A party of old friends 28591|From when they ======================================== SAMPLE 650 ======================================== 19226|"No, do not cry, my darlings, leave me to my work; 19226|'Tis a dull day; and you may have thought it so 19226|Since on your faces you so often have looked, 19226|And look so sadly--somewhat so bitterly-- 19226|For all this time. I'm sorry, Mary Ann, 19226|I have not told you, if indeed I do not know-- 19226|And what, poor soul, _do_ you care for me, Mary Ann? 19226|"I think you are too little for this work; 19226|And that I've known the truth--you know I do-- 19226|And, oh, poor baby! I've had the honour 19226|To see how faithfully you're being fed 19226|While, as for me, I'm so small, Mary Ann! 19226|"And I must have a word with you about it. 19226|Let me alone, now that your mother's gone 19226|And left her, little Mary Ann, to look 19226|For you on the wide road? You've had your play 19226|With this old tattered jacket, you can't refuse;-- 19226|I wonder you have not thought of that fee?" 19226|And Mary Ann look'd--how small she looked! 19226|But, with a smile--a smile which might have been 19226|An answer to her mother's suit--she said, 19226|"I'll look for it somewhere else. It is not 19226|Afitting that you should be so small as to look 19226|So wistfully in the face; and I am glad, 19226|For I would have said, I had forgotten it; 19226|But no! you are always looking out for me, 19226|And Mary Ann's not there, always waiting for me. 19226|"Do not make such a noise," she said, "at last! 19226|I will not hear you muttering, Mary Ann!" 19226|I am growing quite old-fashioned, I am sure, 19226|Not with your words, your pranks, your tricks at all, 19226|Or anything like that; and indeed, I find 19226|That you are often quite untrue; and when 19226|I say so, I do mean it. 19226|You know, I know, 19226|You think your little airs 19226|Are only natural, and so very much 19226|Like little children, that you must think me so; 19226|Which is it is. I never used to think so, 19226|But I must own I often seem to you things 19226|That I am now, though not the same, as you. 19226|And so 19226|I put you up against the clock tower and 19226|I knock at the cellar door; and there, as you 19226|Look round, you see that our dear grandmother 19226|Has just passed out of life, but you have seen 19226|Her pretty pictures, and have her in mind, 19226|And then you can hardly wait to see her go, 19226|And bid you adieu; although you do not mind her 19226|As much as when she is gone, for, Mary Ann, 19226|There is no greater loss than, being loved like you. 19226|There were four Kings into the East, 19226|They rode to find the Holy Grail; 19226|And after many an evil night, 19226|One dawned on the true result: 19226|They found a vacant space above 19226|The Holy Grail, and there they beat 19226|Their knights and squires into a trance 19226|And showed them what they fancied. 19226|Kings and squires, that were as bold as they, 19226|Came up behind and found a bug; 19226|With a sweep of the sword they broke his head, 19226|And his skull and bones together. 19226|O what are the Kings and squires to us, 19226|When the true result awaits us all! 19226|--Let King and squire be merry thus, 19226|Happy, for life's a sabbath dream-- 19226|God make us men in all the ways 19226|That we can build and work and dream. 19226|Lord, teach us to find where and what 19226|The things we used to ======================================== SAMPLE 660 ======================================== 1020|And they thought he'd found what they'd been looking for. 1020|"If you're all right there in the corner," he croaked, "I reckon 1020|We may be able to make things right with you. 1020|But I'm not in a mood for nonsense like this 1020|I'll go for a walk before we get going, 1020|And I hope that when I get back, all right-headed, 1020|I'll find you sitting up very nicely." 1020|He came back with a bundle and the old grey mare, 1020|That was bred by the first-class breeders when they started; 1020|And he folded and opened it, and he put it in his bag. 1020|"Here! take this thing, and see if you can feel it." 1020|He took it from the corner of his bag, and looked. 1020|"Yes! you can feel it, no doubt, and I can feel it, too. 1020|It is the thing. How cold it is, and how much so! 1020|That's the first thing of all the things in the corner, 1020|And it's the same with every other corner. 1020|And the saddle has a little swell that I cannot bear, 1020|Or else I should never go riding with the others. 1020|This thing is something I like when I ride with the others, 1020|And when I have had my fill of riding, I go out and ride 1020|And the old grey mare is riding right here on my back." 1020|The horses leaped and jumped, and the horse with the smile 1020|Was the very last thing on earth they took one look on. 1020|With a shout, the rider put on the stick up in his hand, 1020|And "Pitch in, boys and girls, and keep moving," he said. 1020|"That's the point, and it never makes any more fuss. 1020|Look at my face!" he whispered into his horse's mouth. 1020|"I don't like any of these women at all. 1020|A man, and a cook, and his own wife still in between, 1020|He's the last thing I want to die of. I like their taste. 1020|He doesn't know any better, and he's only scared 1020|Of the horse. He should have ridden like the others." 1020|The women leaped with the horses, and the men were gone, 1020|And a grey man stood over where the men had gone. 1020|He made no sign, but held his own like any fool, 1020|Not thinking about the women or the horses. 1020|But he looked, and he looked, and he looked, 1020|Over the grass until his eyes 1020|Sealed upon a little white house 1020|And then, like one in a dream, he crept 1020|Through a long winded, long-turned door. 1020|In was a young man on the kitchen table, 1020|Who was not a woman, 1020|But rather longer than the rest, 1020|A woman, long-wise, 1020|And who wore a long veil. 1020|She wore dark grey, flowing curls, 1020|And on her face were tender eyes 1020|That shone like stars. 1020|There was a ring on each foot, 1020|She wore a scarf of lace, and a long coat furled. 1020|She wore three black satins in her hair, 1020|And no pale gold jewellery against her wrist. 1020|The little woman with the veil had come 1020|And she was pale-green. 1020|She was not a man, she was not a woman, 1020|She seemed like a child of the night. 1020|It was dark with the moon behind the thick pine trees. 1020|She was not a woman, she was not a child, 1020|She had a soul like one in a prayer 1020|And the whole world seemed beautiful to her eyes. 1020|And she walked to and fro in her long scarf coat, 1020|And her long veil did not hide her eyes. 1020|Her white scarf in the cold, white wind. 1020|She was not a woman, she was not a child, 1020|She had a soul like one in a prayer ======================================== SAMPLE 670 ======================================== 36773|But not with the first men of Greece; 36773|Not so much the Greek itself 36773|As what this Greek gave and took from him 36773|His power to change what the past had been. 36773|The past he made more perfect than it was; 36773|Not for the beauty of the things, 36773|Not for the new things it is, and strange; 36773|But for an inner sense and power, 36773|The force of a spirit to penetrate 36773|Truly into Nature; the power of Nature's mind. 36773|But these are, in spite of words, a vain, 36773|A futile spectacle! 36773|For what were all 36773|But scenes of dream 36773|And scenes of glass, 36773|Till that which best is is at last all? 36773|The image of the true? 36773|Not this, as of old; not this, as of old 36773|When, leaning on his pike the Spartan king 36773|Spoke to his multitude like one man alone. 36773|Nor is it so with me; since naught can prove 36773|My nature's image; all I feel is known 36773|And knows what it is: the image of man; 36773|The body; the sense; the mind; the will; the blood; 36773|And so goes ever on to the dark heart of things. 36773|But this image, as the great natural bulk 36773|Of all the world, and the universal frame 36773|And home of all things, is a wordless sound, 36773|A little, but a strong one, heard and seen 36773|In the unspeakable calm of the supreme; 36773|That, like one man's word of it, "A little more." 36773|The soul shall know 36773|How, like the world of things, 36773|And like the thoughts, 36773|Like these our thoughts, our thoughts are many, 36773|Like the world of things, 36773|And like the sounds, 36773|Sounds of life heard and unseen, 36773|Like the world of sounds, 36773|Sounds of thought and thought, they are the same! 36773|Though what we think is like all things, like we, 36773|Though we be like one thing, not like all. 36773|This is the meaning of life. 36773|For each is like to him, like all; 36773|Though all like him are like to him, not all. 36773|Not like, but like how, and with these two 36773|The earth is like most in the sense of being strong, 36773|The rocks and the sky, sea and shore, 36773|And air and water, and all things like to blood. 36773|_With many a rose for the dead_ 36773|_Is laid the flower of mine._ 36773|_The flowers, the rose, the sea, the air, the water, the land._ 36773|'For we are the pictures of our lives, and our ways 36773|Make up a universe. 36773|'We live life out in the open, 36773|And leave the rest 36773|To fancy._ 36773|_The mind-for-life of the sea._ 36773|'The mind-for-life of the sea 36773|Takes place for us, for us 36773|The little seas, the little woods, 36773|The little leaves, and the little birds, 36773|The little fishes, the little things that live 36773|The round world over, 36773|And love us with its love of the things we see; 36773|And the mind-for-life of the sea 36773|Is our outward life, 36773|And we would leave it undone, undone, 36773|Right, by ourselves, 36773|For any one to do it for us, 36773|Without any help, 36773|For any one to bear such pain, 36773|That we could never be content, 36773|For any one to stay, 36773|As we have been, 36773|And go on being, and on being.' 36773|So he sings of the soul, 36773|And the music that he sings 36773|Makes a little song, 36773|A dream of a little song, 36773|That the ======================================== SAMPLE 680 ======================================== 1727|the city that I know about. They all did this, and I will go home 1727|and fetch a ship and bring you off with me. I'll make you an 1727|offer you, and you can make no objection. We'll exchange 1727|money if you'll exchange life if you will accept the offer." 1727|As he spoke Eurylochus threw his hands of gold over his head and 1727|smiled. He felt as if he would cry if he had heard right what 1727|The old man was overjoyed when he saw him, and said: 1727|"Eurylochus son of Damastor, I have got you to my mind, 1727|but I'm afraid that you have made some rash and rash suppositions 1727|before I made your suit. I am afraid that you've set your heart 1727|on it and not on your horse's worth. Go home to bed and try 1727|to wake up; for if you don't do so immediately it will 1727|be hard on you, if not quite impossible. You'll get the better of 1727|Me when I am better able to help you." 1727|And Eurylochus went on his way quite quietly, for he was 1727|still dreaming. The night came on as it would have came 1727|had he not taken his breakfast first--the meat and bread, and then 1727|he mixed his wine and went back to bed; his mother, of course, 1727|thought just the same and asked him to come and see her as often 1727|as possible; she and her daughter, however, only wished to talk 1727|about meat and drinking, and would have been glad to talk with 1727|Eurylochus on the latter's return from the voyage, but he was 1727|afraid that his mother would be angry if he came too. 1727|Thus did the suitors keep the suitors in their house forever, 1727|but they could not eat bread and wine in their palace any more. 1727|When the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared, her 1727|white wings scattered her yellow dust, and she raised her rosy 1727|feet from off the ground--then her lovely nose went up into the 1727|sky, and she was pleased in her own sweet way. The others all 1727|did as she had done, and ate and drank, and all seemed set 1727|for good. Eurylochus was the first to rise, and went into the 1727|pavilion and sat down on the bed; his white wings took the place 1727|of a gilded apron that he wore. 1727|"My son," she said, "what does this spectacle mean? I feel 1727|like going to town to see if you could tell me the plain story 1727|why you and my people are so angry. Have you nothing 1727|to say for your wife who has been such a dreadful person? I 1727|think I can tell you the plain reason why--I am the daughter 1727|of a chief that is a landowner called Aegistebros. I am 1727|not the lady's mother, and do not much care for my father's 1727|house, but I would not have you keep us in any longer. You 1727|are young and handsome enough, and if ever I am married it will 1727|be better for you as well. Aegistebros, though he may be a 1727|pretty man, has still a generous mind that will not suffer his 1727|people to be wronged; when people see a man taking what 1727|they can't help him, and it is no fault of his own, they 1727|greedily demand whatever he can give and are as much as 1727|they dare for anyone, it being the custom among the people. 1727|It is not all Aegistebros's fault. He sees that Aegisthus is a 1727|good king and is being badly treated. He finds out about it, 1727|and sends a fleet against him." 1727|Ulysses answered, "I will tell you something else, child. I 1727|have the ships prepared to sail over the hills if you desire to 1727|have them ready and set about it while you are still 1727|in your own house. We will send you a servant to keep a lookout 1727|for any signs ======================================== SAMPLE 690 ======================================== 12286|His heart still with unspent vigour burning, 12286|Forgetful of the busy day-work done, 12286|Yet conscious still of his own love's desire, 12286|Hopes and fears his own bright star could not miss, 12286|And as he went, with each word and step, 12286|With love and faith and hope, he took his way. 12286|'Mong men and things there's one common bond, 12286|The hearts of men are weak and their own weak things: 12286|'If man's weak, God's strong--God's weak is more than man; 12286|Man's weak is man's own weakness--God's strength is more than man; 12286|And who but thou art weak and weak and fears to dare, 12286|To do, to be, to have--to breathe, to breathe or feel, 12286|Where even weakness fears to find the noble ground? 12286|And where but thou art brave, and brave and brave, man lives-- 12286|Yet thou art only brave in the past. 12286|'All things are strong in thy pure power and strength; 12286|Oft will they stand in thy great heart's conflict, 12286|For man, to man, thou dost all things suit. 12286|And where but thou art strong and weak and brave, man lives; 12286|Yet strong he is, and brave, and thou dost all things suit. 12286|And where but thou art strong and weak and true, and brave, 12286|And where but thou art fair and fair and true, 12286|And where but thou art fair, and where but thou art fair-- 12286|'For that thou art not fair has made man weak. 12286|Why dost thou fade from eyes that knew thee so? 12286|Why wilt thou hide from memory's gaze? 12286|Why wilt thou turn from memory's light? 12286|For never beauty lives who does not meet 12286|With beauty's mirror, and her soul reflects it. 12286|'Fade not, O fountains--but endure, endure, 12286|For they can answer when thy echoes cry: 12286|They are thy heart, and all the echoes are 12286|A true heart in thee, and all thy echoes true. 12286|'There's a clear voice is heard, and sweetly sweet 12286|Is the strain heard there, 'tis not heard in thee. 12286|'The clouds are still the while they silently 12286|Sway and bend to the music of thy lyre; 12286|But their soft eyes cannot answer, nor their sighs, 12286|Though their feet they sway and dance in a round; 12286|And the voice of their choral song is faint and faint. 12286|'Where the silver river flows and flows 12286|From an isle of calm rest to a world of snow; 12286|Then all is still, except the river that weeps 12286|At the dying tide 'mid the bogs of the lagoon. 12286|'The blue-jays, the blue-jays, the blue-jays, he 12286|Swings to and fro, and they sing thee his requiem: 12286|Yet they say that no man is sprung of the root-- 12286|Of the root is man, and man's voice is the seed. 12286|'The nightingale sings as thou art dying-- 12286|But she cannot call thee her Love, the young. 12286|Thou wert drifting in her song's bright misty lake; 12286|But she is mute in the dark of the forest-trees 12286|Whose branches are shaking with the tempest's roar. 12286|'But the song of thy life was clear and tender, 12286|When in thy heart it mingled with her joy; 12286|And it is lost in the mist now that thou art slain 12286|By a false lover's fond and foolish kiss!' 12286|And the Queen, in answer to the words of her lord, 12286|Was all of a sudden silent--for the cry 12286|Of a young child pierced the stillness absolute. 12286|Weeping Queen and dying child--this cry 12286|Comes from somewhere--what is it that rings 12286|In the heart of this poor mournful Queen? 12286|And when did that voice?-- ======================================== SAMPLE 700 ======================================== 38520|'Tis true he never had been kind as this; 38520|He'd only wanted _this_; 'twas all the thing; 38520|But he'd been just as fond as one of us, 38520|In childhood, to do what we did hate. 38520|And after this, to make a smile work, 38520|He'd never let me read the book of Ode 38520|(And _that_ was only the first thing she 38520|Had told him). So, _this_ our love had grown. 38520|But now _that_ was o'er; he found he had miss'd 38520|The key of happiness that held the door; 38520|The whole world's keys were all the more dear 38520|Because of the one few, long yearling things 38520|That now were his--books, and even his eyes, 38520|His face, his words. Then on two things he found 38520|That could not be to his dear eyes made dear-- 38520|A thousand thousand reasons why should be. 38520|Then some one must come and tell him all. 38520|At least, you see, my dear, when he was struck 38520|With the fatal blow of love, the fault was his, 38520|But--you had better send him up for a crown. 38520|When he could give no answer for one riddle, 38520|They sent another, and another, and another, 38520|Waiting in a dither for _Icilius_. 38520|'T was some one's wish--'t was all he had to say-- 38520|We never will learn 't to anything but her, 38520|And when she died, and when she moved away 38520|Into some foreign country, would you think 38520|We'd miss her? I've heard our house-lady say 38520|They sent her away and _will_ never send 38520|Oblivion o'er their own soft, earthly turf, 38520|Unless she send it all back into God, 38520|Which God once more would send you, and you know 38520|That if it came--and never has come--from start 38520|To end as you say--all things would seem 38520|Too dull and heavy--so you could not come, 38520|And leave life's last great breath here on earth, 38520|In heavy, heavy, heavy sadness, I say. 38520|But though he'd have his sweet time as 't should, 38520|It was his will he kept, or rather us 38520|(For I have had him since he was born), 38520|As I have had him and never knew. 38520|We did not have to wait another 38520|Till Death took hold of this poor fellow 38520|And made him so much ours from start to finish; 38520|And when he died,--in all my life's great need, 38520|And in a kind of sickly, last great prayer, 38520|Where I felt I could have died the other, 38520|I gave that little soul a soul of my, 38520|And gave him back his _first_, his _only_-- 38520|I made it so much mine that I believe 38520|The one was very much the other. 38520|My dear, 38520|I would not change my place there with you, 38520|But rather should your dear little friend, 38520|The girl who died for you, have place with you! 38520|If my dear boy could see your face to-night-- 38520|You are so lovely and so kind; 38520|His little eyes should look at you, 38520|Like them who used to meet and part 38520|To take a ride; it would be then 38520|A glorious sight! 38520|But Death will take all for some poor child 38520|The man who loved to play and sing; 38520|But he would live on like a lowly brook 38520|Where none but angels could roam 38520|(Though you are gone) 38520|And in his happy room that looks over 38520|The hills where he was never known 38520|A thing so fair! 38520|No mortal can have half your bliss, 38520|Nor I so many a heart-beat yield, 38520|As I did when it was ======================================== SAMPLE 710 ======================================== 1304|When you will be come? 1304|I will to-night 1304|With you go; 1304|And the fire on the hearth will give you a flame 1304|For my head: 1304|And while we to bed each put our crowns 1304|For a crown, 1304|We'll hold vows of thanks, and be no more wed, 1304|Since we've been. 1304|The moon looks so white, 1304|I shall go there 1304|The while you would to-night. 1304|The moon looking so white 1304|Will show to me 1304|To-morrow where you would be: 1304|Therefore while I say, to-night 1304|To-morrow let me go! 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|Sing I am fed, fed! 1304|The maids will laugh at such a folly, 1304|For 'tis no maiden's lute: 1304|If there's aught of beauty in my song, 1304|'Twill be the smile of it. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|I'll sing so loud, so loudly, loudly, 1304|That I may make the birds afraid, 1304|For I'm no maiden, but a soldier 1304|Whose lute can't sing right. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|Sing I shall grow strong, grow strong, grow stronger, 1304|Until my soul shall be nothing-- 1304|And the moon, of course, will look at me 1304|With a kind of look of woe. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|Let go, let go, 1304|And I shall find my way out; 1304|Let go, let go, 1304|For life is so full of grief. 1304|I will be drunk till I'm blue in the face, 1304|That nobody in church shall recognise me, 1304|But you may look in my face and say, "He is." 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|Sing I have no tongue, no tongue can sing me; 1304|But I'll sing you a song in the cadence of time, 1304|Until my heart will beat of its love of you: 1304|Until my heart will glow for your sake, 1304|And my blood shall burn in your sight. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|It may be true, but say not it; 1304|For what is life but a fleeting breath? 1304|And what is death but a fleeting death? 1304|And nothing both of these can be. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|It is no marvel then 1304|That I to her must fall; 1304|'Tis a wonder none but she 1304|Cannot be love's askew. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|I would she were a goddess 1304|All naked as the soul, 1304|With but my lute for witness 1304|That love is death and death is love. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|I must be bold, I must; 1304|She will be proud: but how shall I be bold? 1304|Her eyes that glisten with fire, 1304|And her lips that blush so red, 1304|Will be fain to hide their tears. 1304|But I'll play upon my lute 1304|Like a young bird upon the string; 1304|And ere she hide her face in shame, 1304|I'll strike the harp of death, 1304|And so strike root of her disgrace. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|Sailing through ether, with me, Mary, 1304|A-sailing on the sea of soul, 1304|Our little song through space doth roll 1304|In measure ever'er it goes; 1304|And things that seem so little to us, 1304|Become to us the heavens above. 1304|The earth is shamed because of us, 1304|And heaven is shamed because of them, 1304|When 'tis vain to be both at ======================================== SAMPLE 720 ======================================== 18238|The great and the small, 18238|The blacksmith and the blackbird, 18238|All sat in the garden in a group, 18238|One after other, 18238|As each another 18238|Filled with unheeding pride and pity, 18238|This simple message 18238|For the little girl-elf from the apple-tree. 18238|Said the blacksmith, "Little maiden, 18238|If ever you smiled on me, 18238|I saw the love within you, 18238|I heard the music you made. 18238|Little maiden, could you tell us 18238|Just how it was, how it was? 18238|O, you little, unhappy, lonely, 18238|Little maiden! 18238|Did you never think of me, 18238|Did you never think of me? 18238|Little girl with the hazel eyes, 18238|Hearken to me! hearken, 18238|Hearken to me, my darling! 18238|I longed to hold you, darling, 18238|But you are far away. 18238|"O, where is my little sister, 18238|And where is my Aspasia? 18238|And where is my little brother, 18238|And where are the others? 18238|And where is the long-lost mother 18238|That nursed us when we were babies? 18238|And where is my father?" 18238|And the little girl-elf answered, 18238|I can tell you all about it, 18238|And I can tell you all about it! 18238|For I heard the little blacksmith 18238|Rushing down the hill, 18238|And I saw the red-haired mother, 18238|And my father's cottage gate, 18238|And I cried to him again, 18238|Calling out, 'Hazel-boots!' 18238|But he only came in his sack 18238|And carried me to bed. 18238|When the mother from the apple-tree 18238|Saw the little girl-elf run, 18238|And ran and tripped and tripped, 18238|She kissed her and embraced her, 18238|And then fell to the ground. 18238|So it's over here, over there, 18238|Under the bridge, under the tree! 18238|But where is that dear little sister? 18238|And where is your Aspasia, 18238|Where is the other four-year-old 18238|And what are they all about? 18238|Over the hills and away! 18238|Under the bridge, under the tree. 18238|I was down below, I was down below, 18238|Bearing off with a jolly good will, 18238|Though my heart was a-going south. 18238|But I couldn't keep much longer, 18238|For I heard a shout above, 18238|And I looked and saw three handsome fellows 18238|Coming down the street. 18238|So I followed after them, 18238|Till I heard their happy song, 18238|And they carried me safe to land. 18238|And they told me it was fine, 18238|That their ship was moored safe 18238|Outside the town of Vale of Tintley. 18238|But it made me very happy, 18238|For I always hear the little song 18238|And I always see the men. 18238|Here is the very nice young lady, 18238|As pretty a young lady as ever 18238|Was ever wriggled out of a book; 18238|And here is the little son, 18238|With his mother's eyes and hair and eyes. 18238|And the lovely young children, 18238|With their pretty lips and teeth; 18238|And the young lasses who are half naked, 18238|And the young lasses who are half hot; 18238|And the young lasses, in their cambric, 18238|With their petticoats and slippers; and 18238|The young lasses in their ribbons; and 18238|The young lasses with their lacy bloomy locks, 18238|Or, if there aren't any such things now, 18238|All their feet are beautiful with rings. 18238|Here is the very nice young lady, ======================================== SAMPLE 730 ======================================== 1279|Maun be my fate, I trow, 1279|Thou luik'st the deil's a lucky loon. 1279|And yet the sair ye're aye a tenant here, 1279|And aye thou'st found the heart I vouch for: 1279|And thooase I dinna care a whistle, 1279|For a' thooase hae done wi' me. 1279|Thou like'st a kye, for he likes a han'; 1279|Thou like'st a lass, for she likes a king; 1279|Thou like'st a loun, for he likes a frien'; 1279|Thou like'st a man, for he likes a toun. 1279|Ah, my boy, wilt thou no tarry in the town? 1279|Ah, my lad, wilt thou no tarry in the town? 1279|For of a' the boys that tak their station here 1279|Thou art the only honest man I want! 1279|And then, auld Lang Syne owes its attaint 1279|To meet wi' a loof in Lang Court's mouth: 1279|And there's Hughie Gage, sae braw an' sae sleek, 1279|Gaws ye nought today whilk he a-walt needs. 1279|Ye've heard the story. Now a' you 're set, 1279|I'm blythe, and just what I recommend. 1279|Here lies a' our kitties, Hughie, an' the rest: 1279|An' e'en their stools ain't grinnin' half mad, 1279|For a' their dainties, an' a' their sweets, 1279|Nae mair they look sae fameless; 1279|But a' the kitties look just as sweet, 1279|As ever set eyes on a man. 1279|The last picture they hae left them yestreen, 1279|They gat a glimpse o' their love-lake yestreen: 1279|For it was a' to see their delighting! 1279|But a' be'ind them was the tithermost. 1279|An' ay the sauts, at e'ening, did tell them 1279|That they were going to ruin frae day to day; 1279|Till their sauns were spent, an' the auld carlins, 1279|They started to seek for auld clothes. 1279|Weep not for me, dear, 1279|Who in this world am made, 1279|But love me mair, 1279|And pity me. 1279|And pity the poor, 1279|Poor creatures! 1279|But the rich man's is a mighty fine estate. 1279|To his poor creature all things add, 1279|But be, thou poor man, aware 1279|That what they call the poor are the exploiters. 1279|What does the rich man care for the poor, 1279|Or their state or condition? 1279|He knows that an honest heart 1279|Is worth a thousand sounds. 1279|He can tell, 1279|Safer taking than giving; 1279|Because, when all things are as they ought to be, 1279|They seem but too happy for affliction. 1279|Oh, woe to poor people! Oh, woe to them that are 1279|With their mither, and their sister, and their little son, 1279|(The boys have got) 1279|And their mother, 1279|And the sister they love best! 1279|That they should, when they die, be left to go to hell, 1279|With their sins and sorrows to be unclean! 1279|It brings tears after thee, poor sinners, 1279|And thy father's, with his burden of sin, 1279|And every brother's, the sad pang. 1279|If thou can'st smile, 1279|That we may 1279|Give thee, to all sinners, a grateful mind 1279|With a hearty laugh. 1279|To the pore born man 1279|Danger, should be, 1279|But a poor advice will bring a death, 1279|If he heed it not. 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 740 ======================================== 19385|While his auld foot beats thae ances, 19385|Ah! daur ye bee at the auld bar? 19385|Ah! daur ye bee at the auld bar?, 19385|An' if ye have ten min'us ances, 19385|Daur ye be at the auld bar? 19385|There's a cauld, dingy bar, 19385|An' ae blythe young lady 19385|Was a' in his auld house, 19385|He had a fondness for her, 19385|She was his auld ha'." 19385|"I am a king o' the Irish clover, 19385|An' nae sic clogs o' gowlds I ken; 19385|But, whisht! I'm wae to hear men bleedin' 19385|At my reign o' the Irish clover, 19385|An' to see women's looves like wee diz, 19385|When the land that I rule is the land o' clover! 19385|I hae a wife an' a daughter fu' o' age, 19385|She lives down in the clover ha'-- 19385|The land that I rule is the land o' clover." 19385|Oh, I was sae blest to leave the play, 19385|That, like a ghaist, rusts awa! 19385|On a windy hill, I heard the snowdrift sweep, 19385|But, oh! how gleyerfu' it was to die! 19385|I set me down upon the heather, where 19385|I heard the wild bee as it swarm; 19385|While the linties all were on me blithe and bonny, 19385|In a bonnie ring I lay. 19385|I slept the sleep that fyfu' the night end, 19385|I thought that I was left alone, 19385|But in a swoon I see the light is glint, 19385|I saw the light was west. 19385|My gowld was yellow, my heart was saft, 19385|My hopes o' long ago were fled-- 19385|But lo! ilk bird's sweet singing on, 19385|I heard it far and near. 19385|I think upon my past, the while I'm casting 19385|Ae thought o' Heaven above me, yet 19385|I'm ever glad to be gane!-- 19385|The land that I rule is the land o' clover! 19385|'Tis a saft breeze that gies me a kiss-- 19385|'Tis a saft, fresh caftinge on my love, 19385|That waves upon my face, 19385|As gladness I do kiss, and he kiss me, 19385|Though he be sae slow. 19385|I canna get used to a kiss from your lips, 19385|But I'm wae to think that I'm blest, 19385|Whar the winds are blowing, and the rain's in bar; 19385|That they may be a-kissin' and a-kissin' at the same. 19385|The gowan-stalks grew high in the heather, 19385|The kye lay snug in their beds; 19385|And ne'er in the days o' our childhood 19385|Were we wint o' such joy; 19385|For, as life and its pleasures might come annee, 19385|So we fain was we to lie where the heather lay. 19385|Then he leaned o'er the heugh, and he laughed a hearty laugh, 19385|And the kye looked aghast, and the deil look'd asker anither, 19385|For their heads were sune to change. 19385|But the gowan-stalks they turn'd in the air, 19385|And the kye wad sieve awa', 19385|For, like a saut bird, O, saut were the tears 19385|That we shed as we fain had we seen, a wild bee on, 19385|But what could be a bee on! 19385|And sair, sae we sieve awa! 19385|And sair, sae we sieve awa! 19385|And we fain would lie where the heather lies, close ======================================== SAMPLE 750 ======================================== 4696|For you--and so for you? 4696|So that not only you, but all 4696|The souls in the deep dark sea 4696|Were waiting for the day?... 4696|What do you fear?--To save the past, 4696|Or to destroy it? 4696|Why--to save the past is folly, 4696|And to destroy the future. 4696|When the stars grow dim, and the skies, 4696|As with a blackened lid, 4696|Turn to a pitch that only Death 4696|Sees, why then,--if Death be good, 4696|Why--if--we--can--leave--the--past--behind! 4696|One thought--that I may not forget-- 4696|But, having once beheld, 4696|All else must die, or leave--the--past--behind! 4696|In the twilight of summer daylight and of the 4696|unfortunate silence, 4696|When the voice of the stars was alight 4696|It was stillness, the spirit said-- 4696|It was silence--of my life! 4696|It was stillness, the spirit said-- 4696|It was silence--for the grave! 4696|In the shadow, when evening's light 4696|Was passing along the sky 4696|It was silence--that life's most beauteous 4696|And brightest moment still:-- 4696|It was silence, that first night,-- 4696|When the heart, in its utmost bloom, 4696|In deepest dreamless bliss, 4696|Groped through the shadows--its last, 4696|The last hour of its days. 4696|In the twilight of summer daylight and of the 4696|unfortunate silence-- 4696|When the voice of the stars was alight 4696|It was stillness--the spirit said-- 4696|"It is silence-- for the grave!" 4696|It was stillness, the spirit said-- 4696|"It is silence"--for the grave!" 4696|What will I say, 4696|When the last sweet breath 4696|Is breathed, and in death 4696|The last sweet breath 4696|Is shed?--What do I say, 4696|When the great souls, 4696|That have loved a land, 4696|Are by an anchor cast 4696|In some unknown bay?-- 4696|What do I say, when round my heart 4696|They call me 4696|"Sleep not, friend, 4696|When they lay anchor!" 4696|What, if this verse be but the last!-- 4696|Then, if I say 4696|In the silence above, 4696|And the last sweet breath, 4696|Let them keep, 4696|Even as I, the memory of my friend. 4696|What, if the last sweet breath, 4696|The last sweet breath, 4696|Be but his last, the last sweet breath 4696|Of a land where he is not? 4696|Then,--let the same, if he should die, 4696|Keep his memory. The thought was fair, 4696|The words were sweet, and yet 4696|For all his life, the ghost must be. 4696|And now, where is my friend? Not where 4696|It ought to be, in the deep heart's glee 4696|Of children, laughing down on the bay. 4696|In the sea-caves and on the rocks his sleep 4696|Of darkness he laid down and dreamed: 4696|He was not sad nor cold, nor blind, 4696|The man I loved lay dying in his sleep. 4696|I called him to me,--I called with tears,-- 4696|I heard him sigh, and the call was lost. 4696|I lay and heard the waves that beat 4696|The side where he lay panting and bare, 4696|The beatings of the waves on his limbs, 4696|The sound the wind brought along the plains. 4696|The mist of his dreams rolled through the hills 4696|And down the valleys; and now far away 4696|It seemed a voice came and touched my ear, 4696|And said, "Sleep,--and forget to arise!" 4696|I ======================================== SAMPLE 760 ======================================== 615|From every kind of danger, and shall hold 615|Himself secure, so long as he is deemed 615|To be the King of Hebrus' realm, and dight 615|With the rank of monarchs, and the power 615|In aught. Such was his wont, when he to arms 615|Conquest of Hebrus made, that in his pride 615|He did not in his foes this champion take, 615|But, as it chanced, who was that chapman strong. 615|But, when he saw him come, in his dismay 615|The sceptre of his empire to restore; 615|He, without delay and in his own view, 615|Took heed, what well he ought to do, and where 615|His best and greatest might was or should be placed. 615|He, not unmarkably minded, had left, 615|As one who would a thousand things perform, 615|What all the gods had made for his desire, 615|And from the tyrant now the monarch took, 615|Albeit he deemed the warrior's task short-lived, 615|That he might win the kingdom. 'Twere long to tell 615|How this was done, nor here my story falls. 615|For that which now I tell shall (says I) none 615|Deserve to live without a subject-lead. 615|"So fair the warrior, that he well might claim 615|Mild leader of the rest, and would be famed. 615|He to the monarch, as the course was set, 615|Prayed him to spare the damsel's life, and sent 615|In his return, a herald, who conveyed, 615|In fair garments, on a palfrey borne by course, 615|A gallant cavalier, and by his side 615|The herald, whose good name he knew, to bear. 615|"This herald, as a sentinel he comes, 615|In the return of the returner, sends 615|To be behind the warrior, and himself 615|Towards the duke should take his course, nor need 615|That he should evermore appear, again. 615|And that the king may know the way to go, 615|And hear a messenger his steps attend, 615|He said (what might he not in this concealed?) 615|So that in place of him the warrior knew, 615|This message bore to Arachne's mind; which there, 615|When read, her mind would quickly take possession; 615|And she would give her secret in her breast, 615|And make her own what he should bear to hear. 615|"But to his wish (the messenger now told) 615|That for the next few days were promised, went 615|His way, and gave the message in demand: 615|'Tis that will do, by God, thou shalt possess 615|The mighty things which I, who most am famed, 615|May well forebode; yet which I only know. 615|And if the thing which I can but relate, 615|Thou wilt in honour from this have my thanks.' 615|"He in return from some far distant shore 615|Injouries shall perform, and with the aid 615|Of this chivalry, on this side or on that, 615|Will go and fetch from yonder city where 615|They wait for thee; for he, where'er they be, 615|Will give thee, not aught, but what he would." 615|The messenger was silent, for more speed 615|Would have made him, yet for more renown, 615|Than his had been the delay, as I think, 615|By which, with such the promise of the maid, 615|In all his voyage and his wayfarery, 615|He for her sake had waited. So the peer 615|Arrived upon his journey's end, and went 615|To find the messenger, and learn what said 615|Unto his ears, and from what mouth who spoke. 615|He, though without the city, for the maid, 615|As well he deemed her, knew that she 615|Had sailed for the rest, yet would him show 615|Not to that city by the ship's track. 615|He, in the very gateway's centre, was: 615|He who could do so much, should come again. 615|It so happens, that the gateway, which o'erthrew 615|The city ======================================== SAMPLE 770 ======================================== 1333|That makes one tremble, 1333|If one looked up and down 1333|The vast and level hall. 1333|Ah me, what was it that they said. 1333|What was it I could not see 1333|That made my heart beat so? 1333|If I had looked up to the skies, 1333|Or else up to the ceiling, 1333|Or if from the roof I looked down, 1333|The sight to which my eye would cling, 1333|The sight would be the same, 1333|The same! What was it made men say 1333|That I was standing right there, 1333|I was standing right there! 1333|O, they might have come a hundred miles 1333|For me and thee, my love, to keep, 1333|But I have heard, and seen, and seen, 1333|More than a hundred times. 1333|But they have stood so many miles, 1333|And seen so many times, 1333|I should like to walk a mile and write, 1333|And tell how many times I have seen. 1333|They would have laughed to scorn me then, 1333|But I have thought it never so, 1333|And I believe it never so. 1333|And I believe and I believe 1333|That the birds all sing the day long, 1333|That the clouds make all the sky a grey, 1333|And all the rain, when it is cold, 1333|Is not a great deal more. 1333|And I doubt if any can see 1333|What the birds see and know, 1333|Although they sang so often as to make 1333|My heart to beat in any beat. 1333|I am glad and sad as we go 1333|By the road, the wood, the sea, 1333|Or if we should turn and go 1333|Away, we know not which. 1333|O, that road is worn with springs, 1333|And wet with our walks, my love! 1333|And heavy with the rain-drops 1333|That fall from the heavy leaves. 1333|We two have worn it long, 1333|And worn away the flowers 1333|Of the land that shines above, 1333|And turned to brown the leaves. 1333|The road is heavy with springs 1333|And with the rain, my love, 1333|And we two are weary, 1333|And we two are worn. 1333|O, what is it brings you here 1333|This fall, this summer time, 1333|Out of the woodland? 1333|O, what is it makes you come 1333|Out of the woodland and bare 1333|With the wind upon your face? 1333|O, what is it makes the sun 1333|Dance in the dusk so fast, 1333|What is it makes them say 1333|That the trees do know? 1333|They know that the road is worn 1333|With sunbeams in the wood, 1333|They know that the leaves do fall 1333|Soft and heavy with rain. 1333|The air is heavy with dew, 1333|The trees know it too, 1333|The wind does know it too, 1333|And what is it in the leaves 1333|That makes it sing? 1333|O, what is it in the dew 1333|That makes the dew-drops cling, 1333|And what is it in the leaves 1333|That makes it run? 1333|I, that am weary and weak, 1333|I, that am weary and worn, 1333|I, that am worn and athirst 1333|For any little thing 1333|That is found in this world of ours,-- 1333|And the air of autumn is sweet, 1333|This fall, this summer time, 1333|A sudden dewdrop clink 1333|And a wind blows from the door 1333|Of a green room. 1333|Down a long aisle it goes, 1333|And a little wind blows there, 1333|And another wind there blows, 1333|And a long wind, too, there. 1333|And a wind goes, blow by blow, 1333|A-strolling on her way. 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 780 ======================================== 16059|Á los ecos los hombres 16059|Más que el Rey á su empudiarias 16059|La calle sus pajes 16059|Entre sus caballos su afán; 16059|Tiembliendo en el vulgo y en el cuerpo 16059|Á los ecos dos amigos. 16059|Mústero tiembla en las frentes 16059|El alba, y la luz serena, 16059|Y las aves serena 16059|Después en la tierra 16059|Que un hombre bocado 16059|De mí enmendado se quedan. 16059|Ya las amores 16059|Se enjuto el placer 16059|Y el diente pécso 16059|Las amorosos vengaron. 16059|Lleva el álfaro 16059|De los pasados más el mar, 16059|¡Qué tus amigos esquiva! 16059|Las amores infeliz, 16059|Al lado enjuga, 16059|Hicieron del mar, 16059|Y alegre del rostro del agua, 16059|Y en las naves veo el vencedor. 16059|Vuéloso es yegual 16059|En la ciudad muy amada 16059|Y la pelea reina 16059|Otro pelea y tus amores 16059|Si tu amargura 16059|¡Qué mis soles, ¡qué se dice! 16059|Se quiero de mis soles 16059|Al mal punto, 16059|Y veloz cargado 16059|Los que en amargura. 16059|¡Qué mis soles! ¡voila esposa! 16059|Todo el que es amada, 16059|Ya quisiera escribir los muertos! 16059|¡Qué una noche 16059|Al pere3r 16059|Con feroz se desamiles! 16059|¡Qué mis soles! ¡voila esposa! 16059|Allí en amor 16059|El aire más de él, 16059|Al más que al aire está, 16059|El noche se hizoél. 16059|Con su padre4rm4ml¡tresolumnas 16059|Al cielo de su espátastas, 16059|El abismo despreciado un punto, 16059|Ya quiero de mis soles ¡ay re-mojitane! 16059|Ella, señor, al más de él, 16059|Firmá de la frente noche se fuere: 16059|¡La vida, ella, ella! ¡La vida, ¡qué es grande! 16059|¡La ventana, ella, ella, ¡quién hace un día! 16059|Ojos lo que á mi bien, señor, y fero guerra 16059|Que en ti, que mientras y desplende, 16059|No hallé, que al cetra en mi aparacion, 16059|Y de lo que en mi pesaré 16059|Al áspero en mi dolor, 16059|Ea paga al cielo que en mi pesaré! 16059|Solo encanta al fiero, señor, 16059|Y por el alto pone á la gloria 16059|¿Quién vos veces le están? ¡Quién de mi aparato 16059|Al fin, que en este mundo está el día! 16059|Tus nápoles que la clara frente, 16059|Y tus ná pocos que el mar, 16059|¡Falta asombrar! ¡falta asombrar! 16059|Á su rayo el rostro cielo, 16059 ======================================== SAMPLE 790 ======================================== 18396|"What, have they told you? auld Nick, I'm sure 18396|They've not; but 'tis true enough; 18396|I've 'mazed them all to 'ave him take 18396|His own life,--and as I've done and said, 18396|My conscience I canna clear: 18396|For, say, since my father had the axe, 18396|And all my brothers were to die, 18396|The very wisest of them all 18396|Must take his own life, and be buried. 18396|"It's true they call'd me 'Fritz,' but I'm sure 18396|I was first in their affairs: 18396|I 've been to the Kirk to fetch this beer, 18396|And here have had my fill: 18396|You've got my name, my health, my fortune-- 18396|(I 've paid them all their fare)-- 18396|I 've paid them for a bit of bread, 18396|But never drank a mouthful of it." 18396|"Thare, Nick, I 'll tell you why: 18396|I 've been to the Kirk to get the beer. 18396|The Bishop had such a bad disease, 18396|As we should all have cause to mourn, 18396|And he got sick, I think, about May, 18396|And died--nay, I had ne'er heard his end-- 18396|But, God forgive me, he 'd been dead, 18396|An' my poor father, sair I wad say, 18396|Was dying as well; 18396|When I, from our walks, had chanced to glance 18396|And see his hizzie dighted square; 18396|An' thought, as 'twas no stranger there, 18396|I'd save him all his due. 18396|But, nay! not so! I was a fool, 18396|I said I 'd save him nae mair; 18396|Tho' I'd been wi' the Bishop before-- 18396|I might be late to that creed again. 18396|I 've been to the Kirk! the Bishop 'll send 18396|To every man as soon again 18396|As seen, an' if it 's to save the clark, 18396|I 'll eat it wi' both my feet! 18396|The Bishop 'll say, as well as I, 18396|"You've saved the hale our Bishop dies"; 18396|"For my sakes!" I 'll daunder on, and then, 18396|I never shall see old Nick mair." 18396|I 've met wi' bairns, boys--and a' health, 18396|I 've met wi' hizzies, sairly daid; 18396|I 've had my fill o' the kirk's bestows, 18396|But Nick was my sole, an' only care. 18396|In my soul I rarum an' prayers, 18396|There is little left to pray or say; 18396|If I had but Nick--he had sair troubles, 18396|I wad forgive him wi' him wi' a' that. 18396|But Nick is my man, an' I 'll be his wife, 18396|An' that's to guard him frae his care. 18396|I thocht, if Nick had been gude to me 18396|I wad wi' him tak the gude-weather trade; 18396|But ah! my poor owre wi' you's wi' him, 18396|Or he'll owre blame ane, an I 'll rin ane. 18396|I thocht I 'd rin ane, my dear Margaret, 18396|Tho' that I ne'er could come on a level, 18396|I wish that I thocht I were sic like you, 18396|In a' the care o' my ain; 18396|For dule an' strife, an' ingratitude 18396|An' that dear smile o' auld men are mair; 18396|I mind how when you were first wedded, 18396|And bade your bridegroom be kind an' good, 18396|Said you would mak your husband just as happy wi' ======================================== SAMPLE 800 ======================================== 2819|I can't understand it,-- 27669|We never say "Thank you" 27669|(Except when it's very late!) 27669|But he's the kind that would go 27669|And do his very best, 27669|If you'd give him a hand 27669|If he only were mine. 27669|_And sometimes when we sit around the fire 27669|We talk of a thing or two: 27669|Of the boy that was mine when I was young-- 27669|(No matter!)--we talk of the boy we used to know, 27669|When he played in the wood, 27669|When he went a bowing round, 27669|In the golden olden time; 27669|He was just another boy._ 27669|It's a fine old wood and I've tried to walk 27669|Through the boughs above a few leaves, 27669|And I've looked where there's little green places, 27669|To the shade of a great blue sky. 27669|There's the sea, there's the meadows, the white road and yellow sheep, 27669|And there's the old, old, old road where I met him last._ 27669|'Twas a wood that he liked; it seemed just green and fair; 27669|And he liked the boughs above the great blue sky. 27669|'Twas a field we used to pass, now he is far away; 27669|And he loves the meadows, the white road and yellow sheep. 27669|And he loves the field when he is dead, but he'd rather be 27669|With his little boy there in the woodland far away. 27669|When he's gone 27669|He's a rich young boy sitting in his mother's lap 27669|And that is why he'll not forget 27669|To kiss and to hug me when he's gone._ 27669|_Oh! would you'd come back, this would-be friend, 27669|And we'd talk of a time when it hadn't been too hot 27669|Since we all set out; and how we'd walk 27669|Along the road again, where he'd left us. 27669|And when we'd reached him in the valley he'd say, 27669|With a smile, "Good-by, my dear, good-by!" 27669|And look at me with his dimpled smile; 27669|And I think we'd talk and joke about such things. 27669|And maybe we'd play at our old home game, 27669|If you'd come back 27669|And help to share in our old home joy. 27669|And when you are back 27669|It's just that we two can walk, 27669|Along the road again: 27669|We can watch the sheep and the grasses grow, 27669|And tell each other stories and listen to the wind 27669|Crying to the woods and calling in the trees 27669|Through the blue day, "Old dear, old dear!"_ 27669|_As we were riding down that lane of blue, 27669|O'er the brown hill's crest; 27669|And there in the valley between our feet 27669|There stood a house._ 27669|'Twas a tiny, simple-minded place, 27669|With a fence, and railings, and railings more, 27669|That made us feel so small. 27669|It could only be called 'Half Price' Town. 27669|There were houses up and down, 27669|In the distance we could scarcely see, 27669|To the horizon's end. 27669|_We sat, in the shade of a timber tree; 27669|Our eyes half closed, and our faces bent; 27669|And with a heavy heart we thought of home, 27669|And of the woman who'd died asleep, 27669|In the house we had grown to cherish. 27669|And the voice was quiet again; 27669|In the silence of the night, 27669|In the light of the moon and stars, 27669|And the night-wind we could feel 27669|The pulses of the sleeping and dying, 27669|In the quiet, moonless house. 27669|_That little house had so much trouble, 27669|So much trouble, and no rest; 27669|There was work to be done, and to be done ======================================== SAMPLE 810 ======================================== 35779|When he could smile! And though the words "Ah me!" are his alone, 35779|His smiles are ever in the vein of peace and joy. 35779|There is not one thing to say I dread to hear, 35779|From him to all, I must obey and see his call. 35779|There are no words that he is sure will cross my path. 35779|I will see him, if I can, and pass the rest by. 35779|I need not fear that he will miss me if I go 35779|And seek him, and cannot see him when I see! 35779|For if I went, you knew not why I sought with care. 35779|It's just that he must love me,--it's all so well! 35779|It is such joy that such grief to me can bring; 35779|So much love in his heart! He is so dear! 35779|It is such joy to see such joy in one so strong, 35779|And all the years he could not tell you, I seem! 35779|Ah, but there's the saddest thing! To know they're gone! 35779|To miss the friends of years! To lose his promise fair. 35779|His eyes, too, so beautiful, he never more 35779|Will gaze upon, the light of them, for all his art. 35779|To look into their light, the friends he loved to see! 35779|To feel the tears on lips he loved so much! 35779|I can not hide from a glimpse, with tears, alone 35779|I know he was so kind to me, and will be to-night. 35779|I think I'll spend the money on flowers and flowers. 35779|I'll buy for him this little, yellow, rose-- 35779|How it comes in--_cara bambino_. 35779|I think it's the very flower that's in the cup. 35779|I'll take a look from the little window there. 35779|It will be dark. I'm glad they're not here. 35779|I'm glad they're not here! I have to go 35779|To school to stay. Let them go, I hate to think 35779|Of them!--I must have them back. I must have him now! 35779|That is the only thing! But I must see, 35779|Because, as I said, he's all my own, you see. 35779|The children will think when he goes away, 35779|How he was all their own, you know, 35779|While they are all to me. 35779|I'm glad they're not here! 35779|The only one I can see as she's coming in, 35779|With her long, white hair, and her bright eyes, 35779|I see it so in me, as the breeze goes by, 35779|With each little flower that grows along the street, 35779|Whose heart has grown for me full of a joyous pain, 35779|And yet for me it never knew a change of spring, 35779|And yet is ever glad with all its joy to be. 35779|Why should I hate her to whose bright hair 35779|I cling, and whom I love? 35779|I love her for she is mine, 35779|Fairest of them all, 35779|And for she is one. 35779|I may not even care 35779|That the wind kisses her. 35779|Oh, it's so simple all 35779|That love's bright love to know. 35779|She'll understand. She'll know 35779|All its meaning, and its pain. 35779|Oh, she'll understand. 35779|She knows all my hopes and fears, 35779|All my hopes and dreams, 35779|All my dreams and hopes, all my fears, 35779|All my hopes are all my own, 35779|And I never can be true, 35779|So it's so simple all... 35779|I shall not love her anymore, 35779|The children are here. 35779|The children are here. You may not go 35779|Out or in or among them--only come. 35779|They are here. They will know. They will love me back 35779|When I grow up and leave them. They have eyes 35779|Too full of happiness, too sweet to see 35779| ======================================== SAMPLE 820 ======================================== 25681|"That's right, my lass." 25681|"There's not a thing more, my dear, 25681|Than what I said 25681|When first I came here one autumn day, 25681|And you were not in my sight. 25681|"But we've had a pleasant play 25681|Since, and my heart is heavy-heavy, 25681|And my tears run down 25681|Like the waters of the stream 25681|Which flows a silver course, 25681|And then into its bed 25681|Where a fairy is sleeping. 25681|"The little fairy of the vale 25681|Came down to hear her sing; 25681|And her heart had a happy nest 25681|In her cheeks' purple lining. 25681|"And she took her harp to play with; 25681|And it danced a tune 25681|That I cannot tell aright, 25681|And then we whispered words of love, 25681|And I laid my heart within. 25681|"And then a smile crept o'er my face; 25681|And my tears of sorrow fell; 25681|And I told my love and lost my heart, 25681|And it was so much the worse for me. 25681|"For I knew that love that is not wed 25681|To one, must linger longer by, 25681|With none to guide it, but itself 25681|Which still is wanting _bud_; 25681|And the bird of passion may complain 25681|It is not loved with love, like love. 25681|"And I told my love and you denied 25681|That you had not more of true; 25681|But love is all in all, and I, 25681|A dull, inert thing, cannot see 25681|In all this world a better thing." 25681|Then I told all my passion, and she gave 25681|Me a glance full of pangs 25681|And she could not say, "I grant your prayer"-- 25681|But with tearful eyes 25681|She did kneel down to me and take 25681|From me her hand. 25681|O God of Love! can she speak with Thee? 25681|Can she speak with Thee in me? 25681|Has she sinned a sin of bitter tears, 25681|And sinned no more? 25681|I, the weak, childless one 25681|In an age of pride, 25681|The fruit of so much folly, so of pain! 25681|Had my poor life been spared 25681|To read these simple words in Thee, 25681|That I was weak--that there was truth in tears, 25681|And that the soul might love. 25681|"But this too is not," she said, 25681|"But what God has done may do, 25681|And love is a holy, a deep joy, 25681|That cannot be quenched." 25681|Was that true, or was it false, 25681|And did I dare to pray? 25681|Yet did I think to see 25681|Thy love in mine own breast, 25681|"O God of Love! who art 25681|All things," she said, "by right, 25681|"O my God of Love! who art 25681|All things; my heart will smile,-- 25681|And the sun, which I saw, gleam 25681|For a moment with its star; 25681|And my eyes, which with rapture 25681|Have been waking, shall awake; 25681|And my heart shall cease to beat, 25681|When I find thy love true." 25681|And at this all-sustaining word 25681|How should I grieve, or weep? 25681|'Twas a smile I could not see 25681|That filled that silence, sweet, 25681|And the holy, all-seeing light 25681|In her eyes was resting, day by day. 25681|So she lifted up her eyes-- 25681|How could she utter aught but so? 25681|O my God! O my God! how could she see 25681|That all these raptures, so fine, so deep, 25681|All these passions and these prayers were but 25681|The clouds, that o'ershadow ======================================== SAMPLE 830 ======================================== 1228|To give life to the soul's work in the work of death, 1228|To give life to the flower and the leafless tree, 1228|To give life to the soul's play 1228|Among the stars! 1228|If it be for no such gain 1228|That life to death is given; if the soul may be 1228|Pierced with the spear for no gain, yet love's end is 1228|Life's highest good! 1228|As, from the breath, 1228|That makes us women, what is this but to be made 1228|To serve for instrument for the soul's music-play? 1228|Let them be free! 1228|I must be content 1228|Thee to behold! What's liberty but what is death? 1228|From the first hour of life, 1228|Let me be by and by to thee, 1228|For only with thy love, I live and breathe. 1228|Life's noblest life is holiest! 1228|And our best life is that we serve the life of thy love. 1228|The sun and the night and the day 1228|Are thine. Thou art light and life, 1228|And man, my man, can serve the sun! 1228|God is light's light. O God, be light! 1228|Then, life was my life's last breath. 1228|And I will not die before I see 1228|My life, its dying year, grow free. 1228|The hour will come that I shall hear 1228|The birds at the sweet-voiced tree, 1228|My thoughts make music of thy love! 1228|The birds on the tree with song sweet and free, 1228|I'll have them singing in my blood; 1228|For, what is it but thy love to know, 1228|And hear what thy thoughts make music of? 1228|For what is life, though man should live? 1228|If life were not thought's music sweet, 1228|Then life were not life; life were a dream. 1228|The soul may be death-white, yet the man 1228|Does not believe death is aught. 1228|The death-white soul dies not for care, 1228|But that a smile may light her doom. 1228|The soul, I've found, lives when no pain 1228|Is in her life; then, life! my man! 1228|The bird sings in the trees. I take 1228|The time for song; I have not done. 1228|Life, love, and death are not on earth, 1228|But only in spirit, man. 1228|I have known death; but never the dear, 1228|Sudden death of a sudden day. 1228|Death that makes me the man I am. 1228|So, death is an act, a birth, the love 1228|I bear toward thee, and love, too. 1228|The soul is God's best work. The man 1228|May think it is but idle play; 1228|But God shall come to choose his slave. 1228|And He shall choose the master. 1228|I have the powers of soul and sense, 1228|I have the good fortune 1228|To be the child 1228|Of the child of the child. 1228|The one and all God's children, 1228|Saints! and the greatest 1228|Saints who ever were born; 1228|No soul, no streeate of mine own was ever 1228|a larger love, a greater, 1228|Than that of man to man. 1228|Oh, let me see thy love, whose fires 1228|Are sweeter than the night, 1228|And let me see thy life, whose light 1228|Rays like the morning, 1228|When the long night makes faint the day. 1228|I look for thee, my God! 1228|I look for thee with tears 1228|Of love, of hope, of longing, 1228|Of trust, and hope, and faith, and all. 1228|I see the pines to-day, 1228|I see thy love, my God, 1228|They have no form or name, 1228|But, in a sudden flight, 1228 ======================================== SAMPLE 840 ======================================== 1058|A mighty host, to be the match of this, 1058|And win their own for evermore in the throng. 1058|No fear of any harm to them is here; 1058|We all are safe with God, and this bright night 1058|Doth clear the darkness of the world, and now 1058|The sun is risen: let us to the Temple mount 1058|In haste, and enter in; since Christ was risen too! 1058|O let the King be now revealed, his name! 1058|Let all the bells of all the bells in heaven, 1058|That ring in sign of morn, and all the tongue, 1058|That utter in our country, tell the same! 1058|O hear ye o' this! O eye to eye behold 1058|The Christ, who was the Lord, and yet so much 1058|He wot not who is Lord, but yet doth lie 1058|On many a naked shoulder of great Emeth! 1058|O let us take him to our breasts, and know him! 1058|O let us wish to kiss him, and adore! 1058|His mother bare Him, in her woe and shame, 1058|'Mid many grievous tidings brought to Him 1058|By sad hearts in many a lonely home, 1058|Where many a weary war-horse did appear 1058|In sorrow, sorrowful, sore for their sake. 1058|There is no sight like to His mother: her 1058|Glad face is gracious, but her voice is low, 1058|And ever His sad lips is to His lips 1058|Dread, and His bright tear-drops tremble not. 1058|And, lo! the great Arch-Angel: and here came 1058|A multitude, a mighty multitude, 1058|That stood a hundred fathom deep, and broad 1058|Among the water-flowers, and the white spray 1058|Of the great ships' broken waves: and that cry 1058|"Christ and our Saviour! thou God and Lord! 1058|And we all were like thee, when the Lord Christ came 1058|Out of Bethrean pasture, and made all her sheep 1058|Grow men like thee, and take care of Thee all 1058|Sow-time and harvest: and thou made our hearts 1058|Seem to these sheep, and take them of thy fold, 1058|When we were like sheep." 1058|Now is that harvest-time 1058|Of all thy harvest, King of kings, our daily bread, 1058|Our morning bread: and we that eat of it, 1058|Are the first blood that hath entered into our veins: 1058|We eat of thy bread, and drink of thy cup, 1058|For that thy name hath been exalted from the earth. 1058|O king of saints! O Father of God! 1058|O King of Israel, crowned and blest!-- 1058|O King of Israel, heard and feared!-- 1058|The bells of Beth-horon ring, the bells of Ebalon. 1058|The bells of Bethel, Clonmacnoir, and of Tuam, 1058|The bells of Sylvester, and of Isoldon-- 1058|O bells of every church-tower, every minster, 1058|Are full of the joy of Israel, our dear King. 1058|Our King is at his Temple, the bells of Solomon! 1058|We in our sorrow are many, but our joy is one. 1058|O bells of every town, and every tower, 1058|O bells of every minster, O bells of every land! 1058|For our dear King is all a minster, 1058|And we shall be one people, King of kings, 1058|While the ages sleep, one people, King of kings. 1058|The bells of Etain and Siger and Urim, 1058|The bells of the ancient Haran, 1058|The bells of Gavra and the bells of the white Swan, 1058|The bells of the dark tower, the bells of the green tower, 1058|And the tall bells of Jerusalem sound like one! 1058|O bells of every Moor and of every Moorish Moor, 1058|O black Harald's bells of Hethloth, 1058|O ======================================== SAMPLE 850 ======================================== 1568|Beside the old oak-kiln, where, in his glory, 1568|The man of science, and a host of men, 1568|Had once stood. When the grey mist, that shrouded 1568|And sodden washaskill, 1568|Gleamed with the yellow light and glittered, and cast 1568|The darkly-coloured hues of a fine 1568|Spring-day, when twilight had descended, 1568|As if in the air; He, the poet, 1568|The poet of the dawn, had stood 1568|By the old oak-kiln, and, as the morning 1568|Felt its kiss of blood-red fire, 1568|He felt on his pulse all those tremors, 1568|The quickening tremours of joy, and joys 1568|That make men glad, and make 1568|The stars of Paradise less bright; 1568|He saw in the morning's glory 1568|The dawn was born. 1568|He had never been one to droop and say, 1568|"The sun is risen! He who set this seal 1568|Of glory on an oak-tree, and in tune 1568|With the chords of nature, will strike one chord 1568|To waken the dawn"; 1568|The poet of the dawn had never known 1568|The dawn is lagging, and he will drop no note 1568|On rhythm as he goes. 1568|The poet of the dawn will write no more 1568|On scrolls at rest, where his thoughts are lost, 1568|Nor fret and struggle to make new-born rhymes 1568|To show the day, 1568|Nor will he search a deeper, or a wider, 1568|Or wider faring; but what joy will come 1568|To him whose song is sung? 1568|So, the old oak-tree, with its boughs of woe, 1568|Will swell and swell in tune 1568|With the sweet music of dawn, like the sea 1568|In every sea-bird singing. 1568|He whose song is not, will never be 1568|One to say, "Goodness is everywhere": 1568|He'll have no words to sing, 1568|For none is his within his lonely mind. 1568|No one has told him of his glory 1568|And the mystery of his genius, 1568|And all his dreams of that which is to be, 1568|Or the day's far-flung fate. 1568|The poet who dreams not of the dawn, 1568|The poet never will know; 1568|He faints away, and fain would sleep, 1568|But he never dreams of dawn. 1568|The poet who thinks not of the day, 1568|The poet never sees 1568|The mists the day's freshening rain 1568|Lash over his tired face. 1568|He never hears 1568|The stars of evening's silver tone, 1568|Or the deep bells of his own hamlet, 1568|Awaiting him at home. 1568|The poet of the dawn, he who sees 1568|A light in his sad soul, and cries 1568|"Farewell, farewell, 1568|The poet who says 'tis dawn," 1568|Will sleep and die 1568|In some dim place apart, and weep 1568|His pain till he is born again. 1568|The poet who thinks not of the day, 1568|The poet will never know 1568|How much the sun must suffer and bear 1568|With the poet thinking of the day, 1568|How many crowns must fall with the day 1568|In the heart of an honest youth. 1568|In the face of the world, in the heart of the night, 1568|The poet who sits at his window, is free; 1568|He sees the stars, he drinks in the sky-white moon, 1568|And the wind whistles in the pine tree branches; he 1568|Lets rain or snow pass; he is glad to be 1568|Still, even in the face of the world - for still, 1568|For one thing, the poet still is in his window, 1568|Amidst a dream of the stars, of the moon 1568| ======================================== SAMPLE 860 ======================================== 1031|Thy words, they do not suit; 1031|For the soft blue heaven of thy blue eye 1031|Is no more blue to me. 1031|The birds are gone to the trees, 1031|The stars do not shine, 1031|The flowers of April do not blow, 1031|To make new beauties on the ground. 1031|It is the sun, it is the sky, 1031|The angels of the Morning call; 1031|And they stand at the window and say, 1031|'This is the Lord's going away! 1031|'And all the stars are brighter grown 1031|For He hath met His own again.' 1031|But when we would in our tears 1031|Lift up the dear old heavy eyes in which we sleep, 1031|To them seemeth all to pass away; 1031|And they who are our friends, with their tender eyes close, 1031|Feel they have never known a joy so much divine. 1031|They are the friends of infants, 1031|They are the friends of doctors, 1031|And they are the friends of the rich, 1031|Who drink like drunken sailors 1031|Sweet wines while the nets are cast. 1031|Oh, the rich! the rich! oh, the rich! 1031|The rich they are of us, and the rich is his 1031|Who sits in his golden-hung city at his ease, 1031|Sipping his ale in the glare of the melting sun; 1031|Who has made his life a jest, 1031|Who has no sense of duty, 1031|Who is drunk with Commerce, 1031|Who is satisfied with the market. 1031|Oh, the rich! the rich! oh, the rich! 1031|The rich they are of us, and their wealth our own, 1031|Who made the earth for their use, 1031|Who built up empire with our sin-born blood, 1031|Who ploughed on in pride, 1031|Who trampled labour, 1031|Who gambled, and who were greedy, 1031|Who built up their empire by the day 1031|And made their revels full and free 1031|With drums and clarions, 1031|Who flouted their neighbours so 1031|And stole their mead like brutes, 1031|Who barter their brains with their neighbours' brains, 1031|And build up their empires by the day 1031|To fight with the Devil, 1031|To bungle their possessions abroad, 1031|And carry their plunder back to them at home. 1031|The rich! The rich! oh, the rich! 1031|Is it a crime to know this thing 1031|That they will plunder and rob you to please their fancy? 1031|They have stolen from us 1031|Their honey, their mead, and their tears, 1031|Their laughter, and their books, and their hours, 1031|And laid their gold on the ruin of our banks, 1031|And sold our hives and our bright young minds, 1031|And trampled our young lives to the dust, 1031|And laughed at our youth like a child of laughter? 1031|What madness to think that aught we have 1031|Or think that aught should be 1031|Should be more than our brothers, our cousins, our sisters? 1031|Oh, the rich! Oh, the rich! The rich! 1031|Our enemies laugh in their scorn, 1031|And their priests prate of their gold, 1031|But the best things they have in their power to plunder 1031|Are the friends we have known, 1031|And the comrades we have lived with, and the brothers 1031|We have suffered for with our own hearts and with our tears. 1031|The rich! The rich! oh, the rich! 1031|The rich they are of us, and their wealth our own, 1031|Who make their life a jest, 1031|And laugh at our labour, 1031|And bungle their coin with their own to dust, 1031|And sell down our land and our soul to make more space 1031|For their black ships sailing with all their freight 1031|Across the sounding ocean's blackness, 1031|And our strong houses fall to the ground 1031|Crying, and the ======================================== SAMPLE 870 ======================================== 36803|And when the sun went down and we were left alone, 36803|I thought of all I'd been for, 36803|And the love, the hopes, the fears, the doubts, the tears, 36803|That came to be the price of that kiss! 36803|I thought how slowly, with a pain 36803|And a slow strength, we had done; 36803|And how I had loved her in my grief-- 36803|For I knew that it was false! 36803|And, if I loved again, what then 36803|Should be my pleasure or my fame? 36803|And, how, if I could die, then gain 36803|Nothing more than the silence forgone? 36803|And how could I be proud what I'd done 36803|If I knew how it had been? 36803|I sat alone, my thoughts were out, 36803|For I'd known before that she'd loved, 36803|Was happy, and all was well. 36803|All through the Summer when I'd thought her true; 36803|It was so well! 36803|You were the sunshine, I was the ray 36803|Of the sunshine in you! 36803|I know my heart has grown to fill 36803|With a strange sweet longing, 36803|To dream of you in the beautiful West-- 36803|To know how many roads you took 36803|By which you came there. 36803|I cannot tell where I've walked, 36803|I'm sure I never know. 36803|I cannot tell if a dream 36803|Of you, in the West, lies 36803|Near to where I was walking, or afar, 36803|But the one I know is there. 36803|I cannot tell where I've gone, 36803|There's no road that's straight or straight; 36803|But all roads have the path you made 36803|For me there, to take. 36803|I cannot tell if I've lost you, 36803|I'm sure I never know! 36803|I cannot tell if I've hurt you, 36803|Where you fell, in the Spring, 36803|Or, somewhere sad and strange and far, 36803|You lie in the grave. 36803|I cannot tell if a pain 36803|Of you, in the West, I've felt; 36803|But I'm sure, somewhere there is still 36803|A quiet place to rest. 36803|I cannot tell if my life 36803|Is changed, or changed for ever; 36803|But somewhere there's peace, and you'll rest 36803|Beside me there. 36803|I cannot tell how I've lived; 36803|All through the joys that's gone, 36803|I have known the sweetest way 36803|I could ever think of! 36803|The summer is long gone and gone, 36803|'Twas but yesterday that June 36803|Came laughing to the roses here; 36803|And the Summer is over too. 36803|But in the heart of the old Spring 36803|Is still the breath of the roses yet. 36803|When we go a-roaming through the world, 36803|And if I catch a glimpse of you, 36803|To my side I'll lift it to my breast, 36803|With all my heart and soul, and say: 36803|"She's the darling of all this gay earth!" 36803|_'Saw you in the Sun, my own white Queen?'_ 36803|When the white flower shines through the rain 36803|And all around the garden lies, 36803|I am always finding you in blue, sweet skies. 36803|When the light is on the water, 36803|And the light is in the river, 36803|You always find me, by the side 36803|Of the white flower in the gloom, 36803|Just waiting, just dreaming, just out of sight. 36803|_'The sun had found us in the rain,'_ 36803|When I say, "I see your face, you white rose of my heart;" 36803|Then all round the garden plain 36803|You're waiting, dreaming, just out of sight. 36803|When the rain is on the window pane, 36803|And my heart is a-thrill, 36803|And the earth ======================================== SAMPLE 880 ======================================== 19221|And in my grave may they rest! 19221|'Tis said that there are those, 19221|Whom fervent believers be, 19221|Whose holy thoughts by science move 19221|That knowledge is the highest good! 19221|I would not change this low renown 19221|For any other merit, 19221|Nor seek renown to change the name 19221|That is so due above me. 19221|And, as my dear loved father sleepeth, 19221|May he rest with his friends below, 19221|And every voice of mine in heaven 19221|Serve him for dinner-meat, I say! 19221|A pretty picture by the Grace 19221|&c. 19221|I can not find your very name, 19221|Or e'en your epitaph. 19221|No: I'll not be polite, 19221|I'll not look for you at all; 19221|You must arise, or I'll steal 19221|To your lady,--who must arise 19221|And sit by your side, you know. 19221|When you shall _not_ arise, and sit by your 19221|The morning was grey; the birds were chirping in 19221|the bushes, 19221|and from the boughs of the trees below through the hole 19221|in the hedge, 19221|The people of the village all sat on their seats 19221|and were talking to one another. 19221|The bell for the village breakfast-house was rung 19221|by the people of the neighbourhood, and now and then 19221|a person, of quality or estate, would stoop to 19221|reach it, 19221|And there would be a long and pleasant conversation 19221|between them and the stranger. 19221|The people of the hamlet, by reason of their 19221|own small size, had no large-scale fires, nor did they 19221|sit round talking to one another. 19221|The bell for breakfast-time was rung by the people at the 19221|head of the house, and when it was rung, they all started 19221|up 19221|And the conversation of the guests was spread;--one young girl 19221|standing up, 19221|A lady of great refinement, and a lady of great 19221|gentle manners,-- 19221|Who sat there, in a beautiful satin dress; the 19221|woman on either side of her were ladies of very 19221|excellent family, 19221|But these were the very very people you should 19221|not meet that breakfast-hours; they were a very 19221|difficult group to represent; they were a good deal 19221|young, 19221|Very young, they had blue eyes and fair white hair; 19221|They had been women all their lives, and they still were 19221|young to go about it all so proudly, and to go away 19221|like this, with one another, and to stop so suddenly 19221|At breakfast-time they all began to talk, and nothing 19221|could 19221|be brought out that would say anything to make conversation 19221|passable; 19221|So nobody rose, and nobody listened, and nobody 19221|could 19221|be brought under till they got into the family room. 19221|They were all dressed exceedingly neat; they had so 19221|many bags and so many clothes, 19221|That if anybody wanted them nobody 19221|could 19221|have 19221|They bade adieu to friends, and relatives, and all 19221|other persons whom they met on their way that 19221|day; 19221|And then they all began to go to their own rooms. 19221|When breakfast was over they all parted, and 19221|accompanied each other; 19221|And seldom do heroes fly so fast that they can 19221|not take 19221|Distinction; but 'tis the fastest seen that they 19221|don't 19221|distinction themselves. 19221|When the old men were divided and all the 19221|little ones 19221|were separated from their toys, 19221|And the women, as best they could, sat on 19221|the hard benches, with their hats on their 19221|shoulders, and were only vaguely aware that anybody 19221|had ======================================== SAMPLE 890 ======================================== 34001|But how about some new kind of music 34001|We'll come to when we've gone in search of it, 34001|As they sing the praise of Love that's greater, 34001|And his own sad story to end.--_ 34001|And so we sang as one, and watched with them 34001|In the old-fashioned dance of love and grace.-- 34001|For though the spirit of a little boy 34001|Had come with our long-lost youth to him-- 34001|With his love and wit and all the world to win, 34001|The soul within him was so near the soul 34001|That he could feel it in his body near 34001|As the breath of a little bird could seem 34001|To a little bird asleep in a cage. 34001|And when he made the step that brought her home, 34001|The music in his heart came up to him-- 34001|And not of the world that he so loved-- 34001|But of love and love's love and the love 34001|Of God which made God in order meet, 34001|And which is the sole good and sole joy 34001|Which he found in the things that God's will wrought. 34001|Then, lo, the dance began--and the rapt, white faces 34001|Of the young men from all the long-drawn nations-- 34001|Of the young men who had seen the soul of things 34001|In the ways of their own native life-- 34001|Of the dancers who had danced before the moon, 34001|And who now brought forth 34001|The new stars of the world, 34001|And the new men of the world, 34001|In our hearts to welcome the new year! 34001|_And as the dancers moved 34001|They sang a song that went 34001|Across their hearts as they danced 34001|While the dancers sang a song that went_ 34001|From the old old past they knew; 34001|Old as the dreams that were of them 34001|And as old as our youth. 34001|Old as the things they thought and wrought; 34001|Old as the dreams the men gave birth 34001|To new men in the great new world they sought, 34001|Who laughed from the old old ways. 34001|They thought how in every change of tide, 34001|With all the tides of power and fame, 34001|One thought must guard them all together,-- 34001|The thought that is the breath of God. 34001|For they are the children of the past, 34001|Where are the old old dreams? 34001|The old old dreams of God as I know of. 34001|We will see them in the great new year 34001|Before we die, 34001|As we rise to welcome the great new years: 34001|And in the joy that lies before them 34001|I saw again 34001|The old old dreams that are with us when we sleep 34001|And in our dream 34001|As the old old gods are ours 34001|And their sway is over me. 34001|We will see them in our dream of earth, 34001|As when the gods we worshipped were, 34001|And all their golden dreams in dreamy fields arrayed 34001|Might yet come true: 34001|As they moved,--as God moves,--in the land of faith 34001|That we will see; 34001|As the old old gods with gold were ours 34001|And their sway was ours 34001|And our dreams were ours and their, 34001|To guard and guard and guard, 34001|Till God should smile his face and God's hand shake, 34001|And the face of God smile theirs: 34001|As the old old dreams were ours! 34001|They are not gods, but they are Gods indeed-- 34001|God and all his ways; 34001|And we shall see, when we rise and weep, 34001|Our dreams and how they weep 34001|As the old old gods, that are with us when we sleep, 34001|That lie among us by the side of dreams 34001|And are our Gods; 34001|For the old old dreams are ours! 34001|It is night; the sun is set. 34001|We watch with silent fear: 34001|Do the ghosts of our past hear the pale ======================================== SAMPLE 900 ======================================== 2130|When he's as old as I is, or he's as young! 2130|I can't let him keep his youth--what's that to me? 2130|I do not think I would take to my old age, 2130|For my taste is not old--so the wise men say; 2130|I'm a young man--don't give me no more--no more, 2130|No more, I say; I'm not grown up, nor grown old." 2130|He is gone back again to his native shore; 2130|The world is all his wherewithal to fill 2130|But for what the grave shall meet, and the sky 2130|Pillars him a land of his own, his own furloughed." 2130|Now the old men will go in and out, 2130|And the young men on foot, the foolish ones, 2130|Who could not walk or stand, they will stand 2130|Where in their graves, and they'll take him in 2130|By the shoulders and say: Here rests his head-- 2130|His was the sole mortal voice they listened to, 2130|And he has lived all the days of his life 2130|In his grave to listen to no other dead. 2130|His was the only place they heard the breeze; 2130|And they'll take their pilgrim's staff, and go 2130|Whither the dead men shall and never come back. 2130|Aye, we shall hear him whisper in our ears, 2130|We shall see him walk, but he is dead to us: 2130|We saw him in the morning, and we saw, 2130|With a heart's blood, the coming of the dead: 2130|"Look to it, ye dead men, that ye keep your paths: 2130|The living know him and have his highway, 2130|He is here to ask you for what he may have. 2130|Ye know your lives, and ye have done with fear, 2130|Ye would not look upon the face of him-- 2130|And you will have no more to fear, for you are clay. 2130|"He is with you, and ye must walk with him: 2130|If ye say 'No, you said no such a word,' 2130|The living shall have your highway even as ye; 2130|The dead shall see him and go with him again; 2130|And the roads shall be bridged with living men. 2130|"I will go up, and I will go down, 2130|And I will sit in this same door as you, 2130|And I will sit in the same position, 2130|And I will hear the same talk as you, and the same 2130|Noisily arguing with yourselves." 2130|There sat a man of fifty, that man of fifty 2130|Sighed: "There's no such man, I'm sure of it, 2130|For if he really were not only dead, 2130|There's no such man, I'm certain of it. 2130|That man is in a fool's way; he shall lie 2130|And we will sing on, and make our cheer 2130|And laugh--for we shall have a merry time 2130|Aye, and laugh again, till we too pass! 2130|"But he is with us, and we shall have him, 2130|So if ye choose to laugh, so God reward ye." 2130|Then the old man sat down, and said within 2130|"And if I must have laughter, God reward ye; 2130|But I must laugh on, or otherwise. 2130|He shall go up the road a little while, 2130|And he is certain of a spot 2130|Where he could lie and hear the merry songs 2130|Of the Gods, while we sit laughing there, 2130|And the Gods are singing; but there he'll never come. 2130|"But he is with us, and we shall have him, 2130|So if ye must have weeping, God reward ye; 2130|But we shall weep and weep again till we too pass!" 2130|And the old man wept. 2130|"And why should I weep and weep again? 2130|My tears fall down upon the land, 2130|And the tears lie on the hills of heaven, 2130|And the tears fell upon the hills of ======================================== SAMPLE 910 ======================================== 20956|The bard is glad, and weeps. 20956|O dear God! and how I do rejoice 20956|That Thou art great, and I am free! 20956|And that I may no longer stray 20956|From Thee, from Thee, forever! 20956|_The lily of the vale, the rose 20956|Blooming in the wild wood,_ 20956|_The lily and the rose,_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose,_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose,_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and ======================================== SAMPLE 920 ======================================== 18500|A' round the house; 18500|Sometime he taks the pash--the fau't-house maun be blithe, 18500|When he gets 'way wi' his gin, 18500|That keeps the beggar out. 18500|'Tak him out, and then a bonnie laddie will; 18500|An' you will see, 18500|When in the church he kneels, an' hears the cauf hearth-fire blazin', 18500|To the smoke that grows 18500|A', t' lass, that lives there, sae cheery and cheerie an' cheery. 18500|I love my wife, I love my life, 18500|I love my ma and him that's my ma; 18500|But oh when I come to the end of our routh. 18500|It makes me mawk and mutter and fret, 18500|Wee folks be owre sae sair--d'ye mind it me? 18500|You'll swear that I see thee in my dreams, 18500|And I be thinkin' on nae fine things, 18500|Tho' at my window I may peep and peep, 18500|And I be holdin' the key and peering. 18500|There come a mist o' dreams about my place-- 18500|It seems to be a wonderment; 18500|Tho' I aiblins may be a-wishin' 18500|That I could see the deil 'most in sight; 18500|Yet in the dark I'm a-goin' to sleep; 18500|My heart it sings the fairest songs:-- 18500|"My dear Ma, I hope youre well." 18500|"Tho' my dear Ma, I doubt it, my dear, 18500|I hope that I'm nae the langer of the truth; 18500|But yet, dear Ma, I gie thee my due; 18500|I've loved mysel' wi' insiduous ardour, 18500|And had a heart that's tirl'd at a' the bums in life: 18500|Now I trust that I'm as unlike thinesel', 18500|As a hare I can run a mare wi' me.)" 18500|There was a blude aye gnawin on the brow, 18500|Thrangin' like a snaw on the shavin' head; 18500|"O you that gab and whiddum-hunt, 18500|Gif you hae but a blink toon, 18500|Gif you hae nane o' the kent, 18500|Gif the bairnies be no worse, 18500|Then take aff aff your auld kent, 18500|Take a' your ain kent and gaj; 18500|"And mind you remember this, my dear; 18500|I ken you've just had a heap o' the kent, 18500|There's nane o' the bairnies yet to know 18500|Up wi' your bairnies baith, my dear; 18500|They sall be the fell o' your womankind, 18500|And wha oughre they want or thegither. 18500|"And mind you remember this, my sweet; 18500|'Twas an o' the bude ae tippence a piece, 18500|And auld your luck's at anither; 18500|There's nane o' the bude o' your womankind, 18500|And wha oughre they want or thegither." 18500|My mother's on the ladder; 18500|She's sweir to think o' her 18500|Wi' her seven bairns to busk her, 18500|And drap her bairns in plaid. 18500|My mother's to the chamber, 18500|Where she's sweir to think o' her 18500|Wi' her seven bairns beside her, 18500|And drap her bairns in plaid. 18500|Tune--"_Auld Monk, come hame._" 18500|Auld Monk, come hame when ye're a' grown to manhood, 18500|And grudge the kirk the merrier for the kirk. 18500 ======================================== SAMPLE 930 ======================================== 12242|Of your dear home with my own. 12242|The flower and the vine, the grass and the corn, 12242|You that have made them my all, 12242|The flowers they wither, the stems they disfigure, -- 12242|Yet, if it be for love of you, 12242|I go envying them your air. 12242|O love that is not loved by alone, 12242|Spread out your little hands in this prayer, 12242|Lest we (too quick lovers!) 12242|Be steals a second winter's day 12242|For one who is not near! 12242|We have loved and were true; 12242|The hour is surely nigh 12242|When our hearts have the pleasure of being yours. 12242|We have loved and were true; 12242|Time wears both mask and part; 12242|We have lived too long! 12242|We have lived too long! 12242|It is not always shining, 12242|Here, on life's your way, 12242|For all the glad hours 12242|That flit round you! 12242|When, dearest, on the lips we kiss, 12242|And when the hand is lying 12242|On the heart we lay, 12242|May we not dream that sometimes, 12242|As 't were a part of us, 12242|A shadow falls, 12242|And then a shadow grows 12242|To cover us? 12242|May we not dream as we lie 12242|Sad sleep of dreams foretelling 12242|Of sorrow near? -- 12242|A voice, a step, a hand, 12242|That draws the curtains parting, 12242|And murmurs thus: 12242|"The morning's over Madrid, 12242|And I've forgotten -- maybe; 12242|But who is this, 12242|With all her tender music, 12242|Whose eye so sad and rare 12242|Shows no sign of morn? 12242|"O sweetest fairy, ever, -- 12242|Thy place of rest is far; 12242|One who would hasten away 12242|Might ask thy name." 12242|I have known eyes too full of tears 12242|To know whether they remembered spring, 12242|But we must leave them to remember. 12242|I have known hands enough to twine, 12242|Yet that they took too small a theme 12242|I never told. 12242|I have known feet too little smart, 12242|Yet in their landing they should dance 12242|Sweet feet so fleet. 12242|I never told, for all my days, 12242|What hands' and feet' caresses, 12242|But all that I have known I keep 12242|For a mystery. 12242|I never told myself how fair 12242|To be so full of doubt, -- 12242|Yet in me lying, day by day, 12242|And day by day, 12242|I felt it lay. 12242|The rose was red and the ling 12242|It brought to every heart; 12242|But it brought its own fierce secret 12242|Beyond the scent. 12242|I never told my secret there; 12242|I only knew 12242|How good it was to hold it, 12242|And warm its breath. 12242|There's a flower that leaps and pours 12242|When the day is at its noon 12242|And turns to a rose 'neath the night, -- 12242|How can I say? 12242|Too good! the rose is red to speak, 12242|The ling its very praise, 12242|But in the face of God how glad 12242|It blushed the right way! 12242|There's a flower that drinks in the breeze, 12242|And leaves the chill of the trees, 12242|And seems a friend, a welcome, at heart, -- 12242|Ah, love, how sweet! 12242|I never said how fair it was, -- 12242|I only knew, -- 12242|No, never, good Lord, it rose 12242|To heaven, as the spring to the deep, -- 12242|With this my answer. 12242|If I should bid you fly to my side, 12242|And you should die awhile, ======================================== SAMPLE 940 ======================================== 1280|The house of their parents, and here, 1280|And now we see no more the garden, 1280|And now, the garden is gone." 1280|Then it happened that one day, one summer morning, 1280|A child came from the garden, 1280|And, in the sun, the boy--who had been 1280|The master and the schoolmaster-- 1280|Forgot his lessons, and his schoolwork, 1280|And entered the schoolroom through the garden, 1280|And stood there long at attention, 1280|And seemed to learn the lessons: 1280|And when the teacher saw him, he exclaimed: 1280|"How's now, Johnny? See, the lesson, 1280|A new neighbor's lesson, 1280|Taught to me from a boy to-day." 1280|And the boy then stood in the sun 1280|And heard the man, the master, saying: 1280|"How's now, Johnny? Is my hand good? 1280|I'll teach you the word learning; 1280|How's now, my old boy? See, the leaf 1280|Is being carried away from the stem 1280|And into the leafy tree!" 1280|One day a stranger came from the street: 1280|He did not have a coat on; 1280|And, as the street-dog lay 1280|Pregnant with his load of knowledge, 1280|He came to the school, that is the school. 1280|And the teacher spoke to the boy: 1280|"I will teach you a word learning; 1280|I will teach you the word finding." 1280|The boy had a mind for this; 1280|And the teacher said: "Go in and find, 1280|If you have a mind for it, 1280|And teach you the word finding." 1280|The child carried his father's books, 1280|To that school of the stars; 1280|And he found the word: "Look," he said, 1280|"Oh! see how the light moves! 1280|They are all of these a leaf, you see, 1280|Of the new green, you see, 1280|Of these, a star, a mushroom, 1280|Of the earth a rose." 1280|The next day: "See, the star moves 1280|In the purple sky above; 1280|And the purple star you see, 1280|Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong 1280|Is the child's friend." 1280|"And," the teacher went on, "see, 1280|I have no coat or coat-a, 1280|And I do not wear my hat." 1280|And the boy looked up at the sky, 1280|And the star came trembling to: 1280|"How does it know that the earth's 1280|Star is shining over?" 1280|Then the teacher looked at the child: 1280|"Oh, Johnny, the earth's star is 1280|A bright word in the human heart." 1280|Saying this the boy found the leaf: 1280|"Oh, see you the star, my star?" 1280|The child knew the word learning; 1280|And the teacher said: "It is searching 1280|For a leaf of the world." 1280|Then the boy carried the leaf 1280|To the star, into the star, 1280|Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong: 1280|"We are then the leaf and the words." 1280|This boy dreamed the dream of the nightingale 1280|Till a long time after, with his head 1280|Bowed in thought, in the old-time forest, 1280|And with his own dark dreams, he sang 1280|To his song-birds in his empty house, 1280|And dreamily found the meaning in 1280|The words he saw in the rose and the stone. 1280|In the spring, the birds were singing gay: 1280|"We are happy, my love, in spring. 1280|We are glad, 1280|Where our home is made and the leaves are falling." 1280|But when the leaves that were swinging in the wind 1280|Were swept down by the tempest and perished 1280 ======================================== SAMPLE 950 ======================================== 1279|The King of Wales is a very clever fellow; 1279|He's sly as a cat, and a thief as well, 1279|He's like to set round a lamb a score, 1279|To take and turn round, and a-mimicking her tone. 1279|But to crown my Lord of Leven's min' fun, 1279|He's just like a dunce in w'at he can do; 1279|He's all in a twirl if he's going to be tail, 1279|For the man that heaps things at Lord Brougham's feet. 1279|Lord of the Whinnybone and the Hooplebooroo! 1279|You're a wit all as fine as Sir Thomas Suckly, 1279|And I'll venture to say, in my noddle, 1279|That when all the rest are out to piss, 1279|Then your Lord of Leven is just the man to go. 1279|Now, the best and the brightest of our ancestors, 1279|Who bore the race formerly known as Bow-wow-wow, 1279|Were all of one gender, and of one sex, 1279|And yet they were men of many other breeds, 1279|And more and more there was variation in their breed. 1279|For example, of the male, who was black and of white, 1279|There was also a fair breed of females all over the country; 1279|And yet 'tis a fact that the best men of the day 1279|Were all of one sex and of one species, 1279|And yet they were men of many hundreds thro many centuries. 1279|So there never was anything like it--there never was, 1279|In any age or clime, a breed like to the first: 1279|All were of one sex and of one sex combination-- 1279|So, you see, they were men of many hundreds, 1279|That were all of one sex, and of many thousands, 1279|Whose species combination was myriad times more numerous than yours. 1279|In every locality from Cornwall to the Cape, 1279|There were divers sorts of males, and divers sorts of females, 1279|In every locality and every rank and class; 1279|For example, of the first five generations, 1279|There were divers sorts of weds, and divers sorts of brides; 1279|In every locality, and every rank and class, 1279|There were divers sorts of housings, and divers sorts of shoes. 1279|And therefore in every locality and rank and class, 1279|There was variation, combination, and change of occupation: 1279|There were divers sorts of women, and divers sorts of men, 1279|In every county and every town and town-house too. 1279|The first five generations were all of one sex; 1279|And this was probably why before the time of the fifth, 1279|There were divers sorts of brides, and divers sorts of men; 1279|For example, in the first five generations, 1279|The wife was the opposite of the husband--most probably; 1279|And the husband was usually a bachelor, or a man, 1279|With another wife, and the same sex as his wife, 1279|In every county and every town and town-house too. 1279|In every county and every town and town-house too, 1279|There were divers variations of dress and apparel; 1279|Some were dressed in crape, and crape-cloths and bonnets, 1279|Some in kirtles, and some in hose and hose-at-heel; 1279|Some in high-heels, and some low-heels, and some hose-nigh-loose, 1279|Some in high-heels, and some in hose-nigh-loose; 1279|And some wore noddles trimmed with blue or white, 1279|And some with knobs, and some with rings, and some with rings; 1279|And therefore there was plenty of noddles for all ranks and classes. 1279|The last five generations (which I shall say was one 1279|generation before the last), were all somewhat further off 1279|than the last, and thus left me to interpret 1279|The names of the divers divers divers generations. 1279|A woman in red and white was as happy as a girl; 1279| ======================================== SAMPLE 960 ======================================== 26333|Was like a world of meaning in that one word 26333|The spirit must define to be understood. 26333|I would not try to write the story here 26333|That you have heard! 26333|I could but linger till the story should 26333|Leap from your heart to mine, and strike aloft 26333|The magic of your name, and make your heart 26333|Re-echo there for aye, and for a while-- 26333|Then let me go. 26333|I have made all my choice, 26333|And, having chosen, my choice is--to be 26333|A shadow or a feeling, a shadow or a feeling, 26333|Whatever the moment may bring us; 26333|And I am satisfied. 26333|A shadow or a feeling, a shadow or a feeling, 26333|Should strike up somewhere from the depths of thought 26333|And die away, and then pass again; 26333|But not all shadows are effaced. 26333|There is a little thing 26333|That glimmers in your glances and your looks, 26333|And not a thing that glimmers in my heart. 26333|The beauty of your life has lifted me 26333|Higher and higher since this evening, 26333|From the low earth that I had walked upon 26333|To the worlds and worlds' offspring that are there, 26333|Till my own spirit's atmosphere is spread-- 26333|The air that dwells in your clear and gentle eyes, 26333|The breath of your clear and gentle voice. 26333|I feel the presence of a being there 26333|That knows me by my clear and gentle name; 26333|And, when I bend from the Earth's border, in awe, 26333|You seem to stand before me as a God; 26333|But how could you know me from a God. 26333|My heart has long dwelt on a strange, unknown power 26333|That has come down from the sky on high, 26333|To touch down with a sudden touch, an impulse strong, 26333|On men and women and all beasts and plants, 26333|Save only you, the one in a world of two. 26333|In the vast and boundless firmament 26333|There are four courts of all motion, 26333|And after their decree each court obeys 26333|In its quiet time for its rest: 26333|The hour of dreams and slumbers is this, 26333|After the song of birds and the swarm 26333|Of flying insects, the prime 26333|And primeval of all moments: 26333|Time's fleetest chaser flies upon the wing, 26333|And he sweeps away our dreams in one swift bound, 26333|Until our world goes dim as the sea. 26333|This is the hour of dreams and slumber, 26333|The hour that heralds the dawn of day, 26333|The sun, the rose and the gold-hearted air. 26333|Then, like a flood from a mountain's brow, 26333|Strange music sweeps over the earth, 26333|A song of opulence and peace and love. 26333|This is the hour for dreams and slumber; 26333|This is the hour for smiles and songs, 26333|This is the hour for dreams and slumber! 26333|The night has come, and the stars are shining; 26333|The garden is full of their perfume; 26333|A thousand bright forms are floating in the air: 26333|The night has come, and the stars are shining. 26333|The little birds are singing the greatest songs. 26333|A thousand golden fires are being kindled 26333|In this house where love and music thrive. 26333|A thousand hearts are stirring to and fro. 26333|My father's a rich man, and my mother's a dowager; 26333|But the people in our town are all the same in our eyes, 26333|My father's a nobleman, my mother's a widow; 26333|But the people in this town are many and happy, 26333|My father's a soldier, my mother's a school-girl. 26333|And the music we listen to is of the clarion, 26333|And of the organ good and stately; 26333|And I love to hear the notes of the strinding, 26333|And the psalm of the ======================================== SAMPLE 970 ======================================== 21016|Sought the fair ones when they were asleep, 21016|Sought the bright-eyed maidens, the pure ones, 21016|And the lovely ones, one beside the others. 21016|Then I said, "O gentle friend, and gentle, 21016|Tell me, my child,--what is it, this thing 21016|That ye come with in the light-hearted way, 21016|And come in the dance?"--"It was an offering 21016|We prayed for here, when we were asleep 21016|In the shadow of the limes that fringed 21016|Our window-panes--sunsetted innocence 21016|And purity and beauty and lightness." 21016|"O child, thy face, thy voice, all speak me!"-- 21016|"Ah, all speak me through and through"----"But it is 21016|That we who walk with God, and walk with him 21016|Must walk in the light of the sun, and walk, 21016|By dint of daily labour, day by day; 21016|And that the light, the light of God we draw 21016|From things that have a shadow; it is we, 21016|Not they, who gather God's light, not they who walk." 21016|So saying, I turned, as some may turn 21016|To sniff the breath of a new hearth, 21016|And in that moment knew the light, 21016|The light of sunsets overpast, 21016|By sense of which, by day and night, 21016|Their uncertain home, their bed of bliss, 21016|And night's dim day, their sleep in manger slept. 21016|I thought of thee, of thee, O Earth, my mother; 21016|Of thy dark arms, and of thy deep ravine, 21016|And thought of the deep night, that fell on me, 21016|And of the dark days, and the dark wind after, 21016|And of the night-fog, and the white moon-white, 21016|Like a mist in the fields and hollow tree-tops, 21016|And I arose, and walked, and thought, and walked. 21016|A wind in the morning, 'ware you were not there, 21016|A gust of the wind in the morning? 21016|The wind in the morning it swept and it swept, 21016|The gust of the wind in the morning? 21016|As black as the ghost in the dim night-fog 21016|The dark wind in the morning it died, 21016|When the wind in the morning it swept and it swept. 21016|"I have seen you in dreams, you lady white, 21016|I have watched you in dreams, my lady, 21016|I have known you in dreams, you lady gray, 21016|And never shall know you when men call you dead. 21016|But the spirit of life there's nothing can stay, 21016|It has swept over the hill and the glen; 21016|It will sweep until it sweeps again, 21016|And wipe away, and cover, and break 21016|All the waste of the waste of the waste of the waste." 21016|The spirit of life! It is not for me. 21016|The spirit of life, it is not for me 21016|To wield the sword, while these fools shall dance 21016|And blunder, and blunder still! 21016|I am weary of the spirit of life 21016|And the light that the spirit of life gives; 21016|A night of stars may cover my face 21016|And sleep may come not for me, 21016|But for you. 21016|And then, I think, the spirit of life 21016|May come to meet you, and help you, and stay 21016|To help and heal and bless you. 21016|We know not whence we came, or whither; 21016|We only know we have travelled 21016|A long, long way together. 21016|We only know we have travelled together; 21016|We cannot go back and come to know 21016|If a dream or a glimpse of the Past 21016|Hath cast a glory on the way we go, 21016|Or a sadness or a gleam of the Future 21016|That can never be named. 21016|We only know we have travelled together, ======================================== SAMPLE 980 ======================================== 3473|For now no time I leave to wait. 3473|For now, like fire in midnight, thou 3473|Fruit of our agony, awake! 3473|Breathe on, for life is like a sigh, 3473|Like fire, like wine, like ocean, 3473|The fountain of immortal love. 3473|I will my body bleed for thee. 3473|Beseech thee, for thou art my life. 3473|O Death, in this the hour of death, 3473|Thy spirit I will give to thee. 3473|Let this great agony pass; 3473|I will forget thee and thy name. 3473|Thou art my soul, and wilt not die. 3473|Thou art more to me than life. 3473|All my life I will not let thee go, 3473|Thou hast my peace and life. 3473|Thou art the temple of my hope, 3473|Where I kneel at thy shrine; 3473|Give me to do thy will obeying, 3473|Nor let God's hand dissever. 3473|There I will breathe and sleep, 3473|Praying that the Lord will take 3473|My soul to the realms above 3473|Where thou wilt in glory dwell! 3473|The stars shall go down and roll away forever, 3473|And the world pass away to new beginnings, 3473|When thou dost stand in the light of morn. 3473|I will arise with thy breath on my eyelids, 3473|And make thee my vow and bond of love. 3473|I will come forth every eve and go to thee 3473|With my secret of mysteries, 3473|And my love will be quenched from mine ear, 3473|And my soul be forgotten. 3473|And I will be to thee a thing apart, 3473|With thy love for ever unbound. 3473|The sea shall cover thee beneath its waves, 3473|And it shall be all my pleasure 3473|For ever with thy name in my heart, 3473|And for my soul thy image. 3473|I will draw my life to thee 3473|And draw it to thee from the day, 3473|From the night, when every cloud 3473|Doth hide thy glory. 3473|From joy and hope, from sorrow, 3473|From woe, and pleasure, and pain, 3473|From the pain that thou hast shown me, 3473|And the pleasure that thou hast brought. 3473|I will keep this promise 3473|Since I am thy spirit, O, 3473|No word shall sever, no thought grieve thee, 3473|Never word say thee nay! 3473|Thou art my heart, my heaven, my life. 3473|Thou canst not lose me. 3473|The sea is all about me and my soul is wet-- 3473|It is raining on the earth, and upon me it rains. 3473|My soul is sick with pain, I cannot see-- 3473|What will come of it, 3473|That I have gone from thee! 3473|Thou knowest I have sought thee oft with tears of pain. 3473|Thou knowest that I have given thee my life's last breath; 3473|Thou knowest that my last breath was for thee, 3473|But it is night already, 3473|Now I go in search of thee. 3473|Let me nevermore 3473|Be heard or seen by thee, 3473|For thine is now the earth, 3473|And my soul goes hence, 3473|And mine the heaven above-- 3473|O my God, who only art 3473|The true God and not the same. 3473|Behold, how the cloud 3473|Hath drowned all my thoughts! 3473|The wind blows overhead, 3473|And the clouds are white as snow. 3473|Now I feel as if 3473|I were drowned in seas 3473|Of thoughts that fly 3473|About my soul. 3473|O my God! O let me live! 3473|And be where thou art now. 3473|The night is here below: 3473|No hand for light! 3473|O my soul! I would be 3473| ======================================== SAMPLE 990 ======================================== 29594|I saw a little boy just as tall as my own, 29594|He was so pretty, too, in a wreath of his hair, 29594|And I wished him a very happy Christmas-day. 29594|A little child was sitting on the ground 29594|Under the tree; 29594|He could not see the sunlight shining through 29594|The little boy's open window-pane 29594|On the little tree-top. 29594|He was listening to some one singing 29594|In the shade,-- 29594|And the dark trees, by the brooklet overhead, 29594|Were whispering to the brooklet's song; 29594|And the little boy sang as he sate 29594|By the window-sill: 29594|"It's a merry Christmas to-day!" 29594|He had a little snow-white toy 29594|That shone in the little boy's hand,-- 29594|But that little toy was out of reach 29594|For a little child like him. 29594|Now he sat down at that window-pane, 29594|He would sit and play there all day long; 29594|And the dark trees, by the brooklet overhead, 29594|Would whisper to each other near by, 29594|As the little child played. 29594|"Now he sits there in the little snow-white box-- 29594|It is warm outside; 29594|But inside he must keep his toy cold 29594|Lest some one come and play with it!" 29594|So there sat a little dark-blue mouse 29594|Where the window sat. 29594|"Now if I put my hand inside of that box, 29594|I can see inside, too, that little girl! 29594|Or, better yet, if I wish inside, 29594|I can reach inside of the window!" 29594|It was a little brown dog, 29594|His face was hidden; 29594|And he went to the door of the window 29594|That was thrown out behind him, 29594|And he said, "Who is that calling? 29594|I heard you call--who is it calling?" 29594|It was a little blue dog, 29594|Its eyes were hidden; 29594|But he peeped out of the window, 29594|And he answered, "Who is that coming? 29594|I hear the merry rustle of flax 29594|About the little leaves--who is it come?" 29594|A little brown cat 29594|Looked out of her window-pane; 29594|The flowers on the bushes by her feet 29594|Were dancing a jig. 29594|She said, "The little birdie on the tree!" 29594|And she danced and leaped about; 29594|And when she had danced all the day 29594|She said, "I think I shall marry him!" 29594|A little brown cat, 29594|His hair was silvery fine; 29594|But the day he was born 29594|Says the cat, "I don't know what he will be! 29594|But I never can tell yet!" 29594|He loved the earth so very much 29594|He brought a sheep-hook home; 29594|And he sings till it has tired me out 29594|To hear the little mouse. 29594|He walked up and down 29594|Within the wall: 29594|He would not let me go 29594|To the tree-stump: 29594|And many a time I cried 29594|So cold and still 29594|He never came back. 29594|The little dog with his velvet paws and the little rabbit with his 29594|hands that are brown and white, 29594|The little dog with his velvet paws; 29594|The little dog with his velvet paws. 29594|The little dog with a nose that's thin and a curly tail, 29594|with a little belly, and a big brown head,-- 29594|They were playing round the cottage-door-- 29594|Tossin' the ball,-- 29594|They was playing the cricket-match, 29594|And they went and hid behind the shed,-- 29594|The little dog with velvet paws,-- 29594|And little dog with his velvet paws. 29594|The little ======================================== SAMPLE 1000 ======================================== 1151|On the cross of Christ and on his cross. 1151|What have I done since I came from the sea? 1151|What have I brought you here from the end of the world? 1151|Have you forgotten your sorrows, your sorrows that are done? 1151|Or have you cast your sorrows into a new trouble 1151|That grows up out of all your sorrows? 1151|Be the sun and rain, 1151|Be the wind and storm, 1151|Be the sea and be the sky: 1151|For it is the day with the hour of the day. 1151|The old church, at the dawn, 1151|Stood on the level sand, 1151|The old church, at the dawn, 1151|The old church stood by the pier, 1151|The old church stood by the pier, 1151|The old church stood on the level sand. 1151|The water shone in the sand: 1151|The sea's white teeth 1151|Swilled the yellow salt 1151|From his teeth to his face, 1151|From the waves to his feet. 1151|All night long the stars went down 1151|In the east, 1151|And the winds with their cries 1151|Made the sea cry, 1151|And the waves cried to the rocks: 1151|"Behold, the day of our wrath!" 1151|But the waves came no more 1151|To the church by the pier, 1151|For the night was over and done: 1151|The stars stood still on the sand. 1151|The church is gone, the bells 1151|And all the music, 1151|And the sea-bird's song. 1151|The stars are gone, the bells 1151|And the wild sea-bird, 1151|So the winds go down 1151|And the sea-bird's song. 1151|God save the Red Church! 1151|God save the Red Church! 1151|When the Red Church in the harbour town 1151|Was once a famous fortress, 1151|And its towers were strong and tall, 1151|It gave up all in fear: 1151|"For the fear of battle-din, 1151|For a broken-hearted King." 1151|The tide of fortune then ran wild 1151|And the Red Church was overbuilt, 1151|And now it is a heap of sand, 1151|And now a terrible ruin. 1151|The sea now takes up the story: 1151|"For a lost love to greet, 1151|And the Red Church is a ruined pile, 1151|A dreadful ruin and quake-proof." 1151|(He was a noble knight, 1151|It was the famous story: 1151|For the love of his sweetheart, 1151|And his blood for her sake.) 1151|He rode a-hunting, 1151|And the King with his retinue 1151|Was out hunting of wild deer, 1151|At the dawn of day. 1151|The Red Knight spake to his horse 1151|In a gentle tone, 1151|"I'll give you the best of me. 1151|"If we have a better game 1151|Than the red deer I'll show you, 1151|The grasshopper's song, 1151|Fly for your lives, John, 1151|And I'll catch the bird you fancy 1151|To the castle I'm to ride. 1151|I'll shoot it in the castle tower 1151|I'll give you the best of me, 1151|And a valiant knight shall ride 1151|In the pride of his true love." 1151|The horse turned him right about 1151|To a sharp right turn, 1151|And his head dropped down to his heel, 1151|As he came down to the ground, 1151|For it was the castle's day. 1151|(I must go to the window for my lamp 1151|And for food to make me better. 1151|There is nought to make me better but my glass 1151|Which drops of red, as I go). 1151|The knight went down to the cell at the door 1151|That was a little way away, 1151|With a horse on his arm, but with a heart und ======================================== SAMPLE 1010 ======================================== 2110|Shall go to make the world and earth as great as the sky; 2110|But we shall not be mighty with the times that lie ahead, 2110|Nor bring the glory of the past unto the present day. 2110|We are not all the saints that we had been in the olden 2110|And the early days, when the spirit of man was free and free 2110|From the fetters that control and the fetters that endure. 2110|We are not half the heroes he was in his prime when first 2110|His high heart was the limit of man's potential strength. 2110|His deeds have been heard in each succeeding time, 2110|But his name still echoes from coast to coast; 2110|His heart still runs through the sands, to find a grave 2110|In the sea of blood that flows under every sand; 2110|And still his work unfulfilled, and the spirit languished, 2110|Leads us to a nobler yet, and a God-sent race. 2110|O'er the death-worn lines our hands have been folded, our souls 2110|Were as the young blood, when the spirit is in the veins; 2110|On our lips the tear-drop of self-forgetfulness, 2110|And our hearts no longer yearning after the rest. 2110|We are not great; yet this is not our boast; 2110|We were born for greatness, and we rose 2110|To greatness,--and we leave our spirits bare 2110|In the grave of our brothers, and must stand 2110|Together for another crown for men. 2110|Our fathers have stood fast by their children 2110|And kept their right to guard their ancient rights, 2110|And we should follow them still, and be free. 2110|There was never an hour of our proud youth 2110|When the hope was not of one great goal; 2110|We had not lost the sense of self-command, 2110|Forgetting in the hour of strife and pain, 2110|And giving our best, as a nation, to the best, 2110|And taking our flag and crown from our brothers' hands, 2110|When it was on a moment's worth of both, 2110|And our fathers' lives that we must save. 2110|And the time of our proud youth may yet come, 2110|When we fight like the children of a foe, 2110|Or stand for the freedom of a new world. 2110|But we should be fighting to the last, 2110|And there is no use, for example, in boasting 2110|Of our strength, or boasting of our speed; 2110|The world is ready, there is less to do, 2110|And less to say, and more to do. 2110|Our fathers saw the days when the world 2110|Was ready for the pride of a free race; 2110|They had heard the cry of the hunted race 2110|That cried from a world that would dare none; 2110|They had seen the dark ages of sin 2110|And death-confusion sweep the earth, 2110|They had seen old kingdoms fall apart; 2110|They had known that the work of the world 2110|Had been for the weak and the despised. 2110|Then they came out in the ancient fashion, 2110|And the old gods took up the story too, 2110|For the sake of the brave and the fair. 2110|They had seen the work of the old gods done. 2110|They saw that the world was ready for their feet. 2110|So they went forth with the ancient faith 2110|And the spirit of trust and of fame, 2110|And they went to their graves without song 2110|With the promise of a brighter morn. 2110|We are only a name, a fleeting air, 2110|Of some unimportant thing that is not our own; 2110|But it were better, they say, to be forgot 2110|Than ever we should be forgotten to-day. 2110|What, if the whole world should suddenly forget 2110|Who are the heroes of time that have risen and died? 2110|For we were but a fleeting and airy thing. 2110|Yet I smile to think that to-day the old stories 2110|Will all fade in the passing of time away. 2110|But I think, ======================================== SAMPLE 1020 ======================================== 19385|Oh! my young love, oh! my sweet, sweet, sweet love, 19385|The clouds lie low o'er the mountain's brow, 19385|The wind sings low ower the water-spray, 19385|The water-flower, the lily dear, is dead. 19385|Oh! when to thy dwelling he comes, my own, 19385|At the sweet hush that his love doth give; 19385|For my spirit doth rise up at his call, 19385|To feel the world-fount's rapture anew. 19385|Oh! my young love, oh! my sweet, sweet, sweet, 19385|Oh! hush! for my heart doth yearn and burn, 19385|And his feet doth tremble when they tread on 19385|Its depths where he loved to wander o'er. 19385|The streamlet, it murmurs in the stream, 19385|To the mountain's breast does point and glide; 19385|Its billows are warm as the hand of care, 19385|And the river hisses as with affright. 19385|Oh! hush! for my heart doth lean on his heart, 19385|And each sense is with pain oppressed, 19385|And every feeling in sadness doth float 19385|To his breast where my love is dead. 19385|I would love to be wedded to thee, 19385|The fairest flower that ever sprung; 19385|But tho' my soul should be woo'd to thee, 19385|My heart would not tell me nay; 19385|For I loved thee for thy lovely eyes 19385|Tho' far away as the sea, and thy brow's 19385|Green smile I would have all to love, 19385|If I had thee, my dear, my true love mine, 19385|And I might but see thee once in my life! 19385|"The lily's dead with its beauty so long hid, 19385|'Tis hard to part with its bloom!"- 19385|But a kiss from the young, my sweet lily-bell, 19385|Would charm to his heart again, 19385|And a word of the old sage (who in days of old 19385|Cried out against a tyrant, "Poisoner!") 19385|Would teach him to love the brave. 19385|But a kiss from the young, my sweet lily-bell, 19385|Would bring back the dew on his cheek, 19385|And a hint from the old sage's old countenance, 19385|Would teach him to love the brave. 19385|The sun is up, the daffodils are up 19385|Singing in the morning air; 19385|And sweet is the cry of the sun-flower 19385|From the nest where the robin is. 19385|O'er hill and o'er dale, from Clare's shore, 19385|All flower-like the daffodils spring; 19385|And sweet is the cry from the Clare crest, 19385|Like the laugh of a joyous girl. 19385|The dearest friend of our youthful days, 19385|Though we loved him not, as you do, 19385|Was a flower that loved his friend alone, 19385|And could never rebel; it died, O Lord, with a tear, 19385|That touched the heart of the dear, young mother. 19385|My youth's long life is o'er; I'm old, O fair, 19385|And weary of life's sorrow; 19385|I'd gladly be laid where the wood-sorrels weep 19385|By the boughs of the elm tree tall. 19385|I would loiter around in my boyish pride, 19385|The winds would whisper to me, 19385|And a tear would well clear a darkened way, 19385|For dear Mary, my comrade, and wife. 19385|The dearest friend of my youth to the grave, 19385|And a dear wife, my bosom's pride, 19385|My little blue eyes would hide from the sun, 19385|My little red lips would be mute. 19385|If God were not only near but near, 19385|And life no longer bemoan; 19385|'Twere a life that would never be old, 19385|And all life have passed ======================================== SAMPLE 1030 ======================================== 30687|She stood by the fountain-side, as the sun sank down. 30687|_She_ did not seem to look back, she did not seem to hear 30687|The footsteps of _her_ pass. 30687|She did not heed them, she did not question; 30687|_She_ walked where_ he walked, or stood by his side 30687|With a smile that was deep as tears. 30687|There was nothing to fear; 30687|From her brow the shadow, and she knew 30687|'Twas he who was there to protect her. 30687|_She_ felt that "he loved her." There was more 30687|In _her_ heart far than words would fathom, 30687|Too vast for words to tell. 30687|A great red light--a gleam like fire-- 30687|Glowed thro' the linden-glade, and all 30687|The night was lit by its flash, the gleam 30687|That came from his hand. 30687|And he, who had loved her in that hour, 30687|Felt, now and then, a magic stir 30687|Like that at the edge of the linden-glade. 30687|And then, a silence fell over her, 30687|And she went back to the fountain-side. 30687|And _I_ went back, that sudden light went out; 30687|But the lassie was not afraid, 30687|She smiled on the sunlight, and laughed and sang-- 30687|_For she was so beautiful._ 30687|_And she was so beautiful, and she 30687|Was the fairest thing that ever was seen!_ 30687|The last light faded from the lassie's eyes, 30687|And she went back to the fountain-side. 30687|_For she was _the wonder child that had lived_,_ 30687|_The wonder child that had died with love_, 30687|_The wonder child whose love was the light of heaven_, 30687|_And whose head was the wonder-book._ 30687|And she was the wonder child that had died. 30687|_And her soul was its prayer-book, and one_ 30687|_Whispered--"Let us go up to God!"_ 30687|The day was hot and dry, 30687|And hot and dry it would go 30687|On this last white morn of June. 30687|And the white morn was bright and clear, 30687|Like a glowing diamond spark, 30687|When she went to school next day 30687|Down by the sea. 30687|And the sun came up the day after 30687|To watch the school-house; 30687|And this is what she said at last 30687|When her Uncle from the wood 30687|Came up the hill again: 30687|"Now, I shall be a beautiful flower 30687|Under the sky." 30687|The teacher came up the hill 30687|To give her answer sure, 30687|"O my beautiful flowers, why this joy 30687|That you cry in vain? 30687|"For your pain-sweet eyes were born," said he, 30687|And when the flowers were gone 30687|The teacher started up the hill, 30687|And started up the slope 30687|To the light of the earth. 30687|And down across the sunny land 30687|The little school-house lay: 30687|There never came to this long June morn 30687|A happier school-bell toll. 30687|And up through the leaves the pines bent down 30687|And said, I wonder if she is come. 30687|And the leaves fell round the house, and still 30687|She waited by the door, 30687|And waited and waited with her breath, 30687|As if some other day. 30687|But now the leaves again were spread 30687|To meet her coming as before-- 30687|Like tall withered oaks, 30687|That have forgotten the first word they said, 30687|Till the winds sing all day. 30687|And at its base the school-house stood 30687|With black ivy tangled there, 30687|As if they hoped that when she came 30687|The way they waited long. 30687|The ivy broke ======================================== SAMPLE 1040 ======================================== 4272|In thy own hour we shall take all, 4272|For man, like thee, in time of pain 4272|Saw the great peace of God arrayed 4272|In lowly, lowly obedience. 4272|"And when, in sorrow and in shame, 4272|I see that blessed angel's eye, 4272|How sweet each word, how sweet his touch! 4272|Who would not grieve, but see his God?" 4272|What could he say, but thou must weep? 4272|When he was placed upon earth's brow 4272|No man had power to bless thee now, 4272|Till the last tears dropped on his sight. 4272|And when that tear-drop touched his heart - 4272|O, no man had power to heal thee now, 4272|Till the last breath dropped on his breath. 4272|Then, not yet free, thy tears we drop, 4272|And we mourn not over thine to-morrow: 4272|The hour is God's--ay! that he might save 4272|His servant from the hour's offence. 4272|And, seeing thou hast loved Him best 4272|Whom all men hold of heavenly birth, 4272|Thou wilt not be with us then worse. 4272|But thou shalt be a Saviour here; 4272|And the angels, that have known and loved Him, 4272|Will praise, and honour, and obey, 4272|Lifting the Saviour's hand above. 4272|And he will teach His people in their- 4272|wailing and their sorrowing- 4272|When they have seen Him, He will be there- 4272|The Saviour, and the Saviour's bride. 4272|And thou wilt have thine own children, 4272|And every child by His side, 4272|That in His word He hath prepared 4272|To aid His people in their need. 4272|"The Saviour, the great Saviour, that doth appear 4272|To-day with His dear Child Jesus has appeared, 4272|The Lord of all Life, the Lord of all Death, 4272|That in all countries of the earth hath place; 4272|From all kingdoms, all tongues, He comes to greet His own; 4272|He comes, He cometh, and the hour is come 4272|That He who came to earth to crown our need 4272|Shall come again to save us from our sin. 4272|"Now we can bear to look on Jesus--oh, 4272|I am so glad! He doth come to win and save: 4272|It was not meet, the very worst of men 4272|Might turn his face from such a sight as this. 4272|No man is so sure of peace except he see 4272|The Saviour at hand, to whom his soul shall yearn. 4272|"In days to come I saw Him when He came 4272|From prison, bound, our sin's elect, to set 4272|His people free from sin and death replete, 4272|And from the cruel bondage of their chains to share 4272|His Father's mightier dominion than we know. 4272|He met me at the hour, he taught me of me 4272|In every thing, how that he might be my sire, 4272|And I be heedless of all which others own, 4272|So that, by mine own fair choice, my son should bear 4272|A Father's love, to make his own the Saviour's friend: 4272|"But now in secret, still as then, I see 4272|The glorious Saviour come to his own again. 4272|Yet, ah, how swift that time! It takes and takes 4272|The precious time of love, and leaves us scarce 4272|A chance to live when hope is lost, while debt 4272|Is left unpaid, while hunger in the soul is rife. 4272|"And yet, dear mother, no man lives there now 4272|Whose life we deem not lived, though his heart cease: 4272|The hope he gave to leave the earth is flown, 4272|The faith he walked, life slips away from him and wears. 4272|"For all our talk of life is but an act, 4272|A breath, an hour, a moment, and our ======================================== SAMPLE 1050 ======================================== 1365|And said: "This the story of the night 1365|Of the man who lived in Bethlehem?" 1365|They lifted him from the sofa, 1365|Answered him in words of wonder: 1365|"This the story of that holy man, 1365|Who in the days to come shall be heard 1365|In words of prophecy repeating: 1365|When the sun is darkened and aweary, 1365|And darkness overpainteth all the leaves, 1365|He comes and touches hands with Adam, 1365|And brings him to this pond beside the Garden, 1365|And bids him clear his sins with the baptismal word." 1365|Then the young man began to speak: 1365|"I, from my heart, now curse the hour 1365|That has brought me into this house; 1365|My sins are washed away,--the more thanks 1365|I pray to have from this father's face! 1365|The more I love this father, more 1365|I blaspheme my sins with him, who knows 1365|No punishment worse than having him!" 1365|And then the stranger said again: 1365|"He is a man of letters, you suppose; 1365|He did a good deed, did I? But these 1365|Are all of falsehoods, who have twisted round 1365|Their tongues with falsehood, while I said 1365|My verses! Behold, the man is dead, 1365|In the grave, and thus I heard him say! 1365|The man shall go again, not when 1365|The Holy Spirit, which was the man, 1365|Is washed from sin away, as he has given 1365|His grace to remove the stains of blood. 1365|No, he who blasphemed, shall not be here 1365|In Bethlehem on the day of Moses, 1365|Thou shalt confess himself to no man; 1365|Or, if thou wilt, thou shalt have more praise 1365|When thou, when this man's body is laid 1365|In the grave, shall be a white lamb, not a dead." 1365|The Rabbi said, and turning to the people, said: 1365|"These words were spoken by Moses the Prophet, 1365|And from the grave has he been removed; 1365|For all his words were of Divine wisdom, 1365|But to his heart of hearts of Hebrews 1365|He said, 'In that time will I come to thee, 1365|When the Spirit, which is love, will have power 1365|To cleanse my soul. I will go with him, 1365|Be witness that I am in the land 1365|Which he foretold me. I will be there 1365|With the whole seed of Jesse, and be cleansed 1365|Within this people. And I will be cleansed, 1365|As he foretold me, while I had life, 1365|Or when I died, and therefore shall not 1365|Have cause to fear the judgments of the Lord. 1365|"But this man, whom we saw in Bethlehem 1365|And heard from Galilee, is grown old, 1365|And hath not been purified as God 1365|Or man had thought him when he came to check 1365|The pride of women. Therefore the man 1365|Sits on the cross the Jew shall surely die 1365|Before this day is ended. Behold, he sware, 1365|He sware it in his youth, but now he flinketh." 1365|Then in the presence of the Rabbi sat 1365|Zacharias, who was already dead 1365|To confession; and his body lay, 1365|Unburied, on the open grave. 1365|A mournful wail was heard, and at its head, 1365|The dying Rabbi, on a mound, was set; 1365|Whereon arose a second mass, and the 1365|The mass said, and benedictions were chanted 1365|And before the stone, with all its clods, 1365|He placed the cross. And then the Rabbi said: 1365|"Thus is it done in Jerusalem 1365|When thou shalt be resurrected from death; 1365|For thou hast heard from Mary the beautiful, 1365|In answer to thy call, the wond ======================================== SAMPLE 1060 ======================================== 5185|To the fish-lake of Pohyola, 5185|To the lake of honeyed Hiisi; 5185|Weep Iwi, weep upon Lempo, 5185|On the blue rock of Hiisi; 5185|Weep the god whose tears enrich; 5185|Weep the hero who subdued 5185|By his iron-handed arms 5185|This enfolding water-brook, 5185|By his magic hurl the rock 5185|To the upper deeps of Hiisi!" 5185|On the floor of clay they throw it, 5185|On the stone on which they write it, 5185|Spake these words in magic measures: 5185|"Lo-ye-Yo-Ru-Raka, son of Hiawatha, 5185|Take this magic measure, 5185|Words of ancient prowess! 5185|Put your senses into it, 5185|Take these mental forms into it, 5185|Turn to toe the enchanted drink 5185|Of the ancient, good, and wise Wabun!" 5185|As they twirl the mental measure, 5185|As they pour the mental formulae, 5185|Words of magic potency 5185|From the wizard's magic red beard 5185|Stream into the magic waters, 5185|Rainbow-colorful draughts of rum 5185|From the six-pending arts of brewing. 5185|Thus at midnight, hour of darkness, 5185|From the six-pending arts of brewing, 5185|Munchausen' of the spirit SAMURAI, 5185|Bitter his bitter sorrowful experiences, 5185|Tears flow to see the brewing measures, 5185|Casting him dark as night to HIAWASH, 5185|To the dancing-bower of Winansi, 5185|To the palace of the Song-element, 5185|To the home of ancient Wabun. 5185|There he sees the wizard fire-breather, 5185|There he eats the fruit of fire-fruit, 5185|Warm the water in the blue-smoke, 5185|Honey of the fire-flies, Sahwa; 5185|Nevermore to rise from Sahri 5185|To the glittering skies of Hiawatha, 5185|To the shining islands in the ocean, 5185|To his home in Winansi's honey-lands. 5185|True he sings no more of former loves, 5185|Sings no more of former partnerships; 5185|Beauty and truth the singer forsakes, 5185|Joys and dreams of CHEWBEL tree-top hollow, 5185|Thus again he sings to little honey-paws, 5185|Sings but one sweet thing, one only, 5185|Sings of the honey-pastoral flowers, 5185|Sings not of the meadows golden-rod, 5185|Nor the soft, corn-fields resting in slumbers. 5185|Young again the wizard sings of combing 5185|Sunny downs and forests of awaking, 5185|Of the golden balls in linden-groves, 5185|In the nooks of meadow-lands adorned 5185|With the purple blossoms of the ash, 5185|And the golden globes of chrysanthemum. 5185|As he sings, he flays and bleaches piarmate 5185|Peppers, onions, garlic, and ears of corn, 5185|For a meal to make his night's banquet. 5185|Straightway Hiawatha asks the artist, 5185|Places in his basket heaps of grain, 5185|Hangs himself to earth in alley lowly, 5185|Lays his hands and knees upon the rafters, 5185|Drops his baskets of grain into annihilation, 5185|Sings in low, third parts, low alto-dingule. 5185|Finally he hastens to the stable, 5185|Finds the black-frost of the winter gathering, 5185|In the center of high rafters framing; 5185|In the center a famine-gathered mass, 5185|In the center a man and his banditti, 5185|In the rafters great store of grain reaped from snow-sledge. 5185|Homeward goes the artist, homeward. 5 ======================================== SAMPLE 1070 ======================================== 1322|I want no light from the window-sill 1322|To tell me in what I hate to know. 1322|I am no more a man--my friend! 1322|I am no more a man than a dog! 1322|I am no more a man than a man! 1322|I am a man--I am a man! 1322|I shall have to be a man again, 1322|I am no more a man than a dog! 1322|I am a man and a man, 1322|A dog that cannot die, 1322|And that has to endure, 1322|A dog that has to die, to go down from the height of his life. 1322|If I die I am a dog again, 1322|I am no more a dog than a man! 1322|I am a dog that is not made at all to die, 1322|I am no more a dog than a man, 1322|I am a dog that is not made at all to die, 1322|I am no more than a dog! 1322|If the parson or the priest or the minister thinks I must die, 1322|They may kill me, and I would not it were, 1322|But if I cease to be you know the answer is "No." 1322|If the parson or the priest or the minister should kill me, 1322|I have power the death to extend for them. 1322|There was a woman came in an inn, 1322|And sat down on a chair, 1322|And she looked out the window and it stood before her on high. 1322|She bought a car for her husband, 1322|And put an engine in, 1322|And a horse for the steed, and a servant for the driver's chair. 1322|Where the water falls 1322|The river runs by this: 1322|I hope that you will say truly, 1322|And never go away, 1322|I am too tired from travelling, 1322|I am too faint from walking, 1322|The old, old river runs by this, 1322|With the flow of old years. 1322|If God should go away, 1322|I suppose I should go too, 1322|The rain would run in the boots instead of the rain. 1322|I'm not so many miles from home, 1322|When you ask for water, 1322|I'm not so many miles from you, 1322|When you are asking for bread. 1322|The old, old river runs by this, 1322|With the flow of old times, 1322|With a wind that's only kinder for your prayers, 1322|Not always, I confess. 1322|If God should go away, 1322|I fancy I should go too, 1322|The great, big gallows I would set up for one of his friends, 1322|I suppose, if he loved him, 1322|And I was the friend of his. 1322|A man that has not a clue 1322|How you will be soon, 1322|Your father and your mother, 1322|Your sister and your sister's child, 1322|Your little, but loving friend. 1322|The old, old river runs by this, 1322|With the flow of old times, 1322|With a wind that's only kinder for your prayers, 1322|Not always, I confess. 1322|To the day that comes and goes, 1322|The old, old river runs by this. 1322|But you don't understand, 1322|The old, old river runs by this. 1322|I am only a man like myself, 1322|Like a dog like yours, like a horse like yours, 1322|But you know better, oh, much better, much better; 1322|And your mother's friend and yours brother's brother, 1322|And sister too and dear, dear sister's sister, 1322|And even your little friend, for ever loving you. 1322|Your heart is always my heart, 1322|Your mind your mind, your self-will is mine, 1322|And your body mine yours, 1322|Your mind your mind, your body mine, not yours. 1322|And I speak of you, you that have gone in, 1322|By the hand long- ======================================== SAMPLE 1080 ======================================== 25340|No more to be his friends and friends of his. 25340|Let the old song ring upon their ear.-- 25340|So sings it--but a tune too sad-- 25340|"What need to woo? Love has departed." 25340|"Thy will be done, and thine be love: 25340|I have the bridegroom's will to live: 25340|And thou may'st say to me, 'Straightway,' 25340|Ere the poor wretch turn from my side, 25340|'I knew that dream of mine, which promised 25340|The bliss that I awaited on earth." 25340|So says he; but, as a true song must, 25340|Thus he sings; and to the young poet's strain 25340|A heart as true must be a truth, I hold. 25340|For every poet's will is God's command, 25340|And must be so till life's day is done: 25340|The will in man, as will his heart in man, 25340|Is of the world alone, or, in the right-- 25340|The heart, which moves when passions do run high; 25340|And this is true from birth to manhood's prime: 25340|But false when man has only a poor will. 25340|Then is the heart divine, because 'tis loved, 25340|And will but feel when love is in the breast; 25340|But false, through a meaner, darker life-span. 25340|This will it be, though all men sigh, "We have, 25340|And loved too well, and loved too long." 25340|I fear no man upon my earth below! 25340|Who loves but me, or who forgets me 25340|I love not--and my love was never vile: 25340|My love is like the love of children four, 25340|And, being seven, would love so small as four. 25340|Yet when there is such strong-lipped love in him 25340|To bid his kindred's children but his own, 25340|He only knows, or guesses on me, I dare 25340|To love too much, which is indeed my shame. 25340|But now that I have made love to thee, my fair, 25340|So good a lover seem I may be made 25340|To-morrow by the gods to love no more: 25340|For love I gave my blood that thou might'st find 25340|A richer and a sweeter wealth than kings 25340|Pleasing; what I give thee, give to thee, a queen. 25340|A queen's the gift of a princess--a crown-- 25340|Yet who has known a queen more beautiful? 25340|But the white soul of the rose is ever so, 25340|That, 'mid the rose's blisses, the rose doth seem 25340|To look a heartless thing when she is dead. 25340|When she lies cold upon her marble bed, 25340|The rose's pure breath is hushed and deep; 25340|With all its heart and soul she doth forego 25340|The morning-glory red upon her hair. 25340|O queenly rose! the maidens are not free-- 25340|The girls lie caged in women's prisons, 25340|And the men wait with the weary multitude. 25340|Their hands are stained with blood to the bone, 25340|And they wait till Love shall wane away. 25340|There are the cruel women in the street[xx] 25340|Whom the vulgar eye would deem so bright: 25340|Their life is like the dead that lie in graves; 25340|Their eyes are blinded with the lust of gold. 25340|Their hearts are hard and cold with the earth's strife-- 25340|Their blood is on the sword and their wrath in the air. 25340|There are the noble, the gay, the bold: 25340|They all are in the iron-wood cell, 25340|Or in the chains of some dead man's house. 25340|They are the guards o'er the gates of war, 25340|Or guard the gates of Love and Forgetfulness. 25340|There be the slaves in cities high--[xxiv] 25340|Their eyes as withered tears would be; 25340|Their hearts, which Love shall in a day unchain, 25340|And ======================================== SAMPLE 1090 ======================================== 22229|A fated man's despair! 22229|The world, 'tis said, 22229|Laugh'd wroth aye and cry 22229|The stranger in their midst: 22229|But he who spoke no word, 22229|And who came not where, 22229|Was mock'd aye and shorn 22229|From off the land with which he died. 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|The earth is full of it; 22229|And if the rose she grew 22229|On a spring-tide day, 22229|How sweet to hear the music clear! 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|There's joy in the best of times; 22229|And a smile in the tearful hours: 22229|And a face that's dear to see, 22229|If God so bless'd the scene, 22229|And gave the memory so to be. 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|The earth is full of it; 22229|And if the rose she grew 22229|On a spring-tide day, 22229|How sweet to hear the music clear! 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|There's good in the worst of times; 22229|And bitter, death, to befall: 22229|And in love the man attunes 22229|His ear with notes the sweetest can give. 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|Though it be hard to part, 22229|Yet, if God so pleas'd, the heart 22229|Can never again forget the song. 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|There's peace in the best of times, 22229|And pleasure in the tearful hours, 22229|And a smile in the singing-needle's way. 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|It 's not in song to grieve, 22229|It 's not in prayer to mourn, 22229|But, if God be with the hapless wight, 22229|And all that makes the heaven smile, 22229|There 's something in the song that makes us share 22229|The grief that we must share, or we die. 22229|There 's nothing like to love! 22229|When the bright sun is gone, 22229|And stars, with their glory, 22229|Arouse the earth-ponds; 22229|Sweet, pleasant, wondrous is the light 22229|That shines on him that 's awa'! 22229|When the fair spring comes back in the air, 22229|And clouds hide the sun-- 22229|O! be the moment joyous to me 22229|As the fleeting flower! 22229|Blithe summer winds o'er valley and hill, 22229|And the green hills o'erhead; 22229|Blithe autumn sun in the northern sky, 22229|And blithe spring, full-blown: 22229|Oh! it 's glorious the days that we spend 22229|As the buds on the stalk! 22229|Blithe spring, &c. 22229|Happy is life, in its warmest fane 22229|When the happy are free-- 22229|Blithe autumn is joyous and bright, 22229|But the heart of us--we 're sad. 22229|Blithe spring, &c. 22229|Happy is life, when each leaf doth speak, 22229|And each gale, with its sweetest breath, 22229|Blastos the dark gloom of death, 22229|And doth give life back to the soul 22229|Where once it was afar. 22229|Blithe winter, &c. 22229|But to me (life at its full weal!), 22229|It ne'er can be equalled. 22229|The wail o' autumn, and spring's farewell 22229|To me are sweeter far; 22229|For my spring days o' life, are as sweet 22229|As the angels I see. 22229|And the angels I see, &c. 22229|Then, be not proud o' spring; 22229|In the grave a light spring day will brighten thee, 22229|The heart o' me shall rejoice, 22229|While I 'll ======================================== SAMPLE 1100 ======================================== 2383|And the rest, which with all good men was there. 2383|And that with her lord she had so great ado, 2383|To have found love with the king of England, 2383|That they had been in the same fetters hung, 2383|As Christe the righteous, before their day. 2383|What wight than that with him had such ado? 2383|The king would gladly for his lady be. 2383|And that she were with man or with woman, 2383|That she with him had been in the fetters hung. 2383|For he loved her for her love to her lord; 2383|And that for her love she must have ado, 2383|That all her folk were in the same fetters hung 2383|As she that had his love with him for wife, 2383|As Christe the righteous, before her day. 2383|And after long, Sir Peter, at his prayer, 2383|To Peter's house, they made good her amends, 2383|And he was with her with the king as true, 2383|As Christe the righteous, before her day. 2383|And the king, as was his wont, made merry; 2383|And in to his house the King went straightway, 2383|As Christe the righteous, before her day. 2383|And what thing, as I shall tell unto you, 2383|Was wrought among the women ere that she went 2383|Unto her lord's house, and that her chamber 2383|Girt with a mighty vault was; than which 2383|I say, I never saw a lady so gay: 2383|But as she went to her chamber, to her door 2383|Down fell a shaft the King, as he lay. 2383|Then hasted the King to his bed ere he slept, 2383|But he did not find him asleep; 2383|For there was his lady Margaret, 2383|And there the son of John of Brentford lay, 2383|With one foot in the grave and another in, 2383|That death should never have him know 2383|His wife's sorrow; 2383|And with her handmaidens there sat 2383|A man; 2383|The hair of her head was not grey 2383|As her was, but thick. 2383|And that was John of Brentford, 2383|And there they stayed till it was time 2383|That the King was not to ride. 2383|And that was John of Brentford, 2383|And his wife he did salute 2383|Within that goodly hall; 2383|And when it was the hour of dawn, 2383|The courtiers did make haste for it, 2383|And drew the key, and made fast the door 2383|To none that was outside: 2383|For death, if any one would die, 2383|Went first, and prayed. 2383|The King, uprose before the door; 2383|There the King and his lady he 2383|Found sitting in that goodly hall, 2383|And her was as bewrought and fair, 2383|As a lamb's white hood. 2383|And thitherward she led them out, 2383|As beseemed the thing that was her part, 2383|That they might know her beauty so: 2383|And there she had no golden hare, 2383|Nor golden bull, nor gold of braid, 2383|Nor gold such as goldsmiths bear, 2383|Nor fine pearls in England rained, 2383|Nor silver such as is in Greece, 2383|But all wrought with honest pride. 2383|Her hair was like the gold of morn, 2383|But like the gold of morn was her 2383|Withal so rich, that every eye 2383|That saw her must have wondered; 2383|For of her gold there was no waste, 2383|The gold was in her hair and face 2383|And in her hand; 2383|So gladly they came forth to see 2383|Whether the hair was white or red, 2383|And the gold with it upon the head; 2383|But in that fair braid shone out 2383|Full many a thousand year ago, 2383|In the world's first year. 2383|The King looked up ======================================== SAMPLE 1110 ======================================== 3698|The droning bird or the bee 3698|No longer to their thoughts belong. 3698|The world they forget or disown; 3698|No more we listen to the sound 3698|Of the sad harp or the lute, 3698|Where are the voices of delight, 3698|The smiles of the happy dead? 3698|Now the sun is sunk into the west, 3698|The time of day is at an end; 3698|The long procession of the day 3698|Remits to its close, and goes 3698|Silent from heaven across the sky, 3698|A solemn troop from the bright world below. 3698|Silent, as if the music of sense 3698|Had ceased to flow, and thought's vanquishing 3698|Had ceased to be gratifying-- 3698|So had the sight and the sound bereft 3698|The sight and sound of joy--so had they died. 3698|The long procession of the day 3698|Remains--the long procession of the day; 3698|The sun is sunk--sunk--as if it might 3698|Hear now again the strains once heard, 3698|The strains once faded in the ear, 3698|Remembered long ere they were still,-- 3698|But no; for in the stillness gone 3698|Remains no sigh, no note of grief, 3698|But, as when soft winds are heard low, 3698|The stillness that is not gone. 3698|Silent so long their spirits were, 3698|Now heard, whereof I have no fear; 3698|For when I looked forth to pass 3698|I saw not a man, and so,-- 3698|That still in me is writ,-- 3698|Myself writ so as I may know. 3698|There came no cry that night from this 3698|Spleen to hear, but, in the light 3698|And air, a voice--a voice like this 3698|I heard it--and of this it seemed 3698|The melody were writ. 3698|The heart has lost its feeling; there 3698|What melody then was written? 3698|The song that man can hear no more 3698|In man the melody remember! 3698|Hear me, ye sad that die! 3698|Your tears, my tears, are shed. 3698|Your prayers, from death, with me descend: 3698|I, that am man, return again 3698|When life on earth is o'er, 3698|A man in heaven, once more, to weep. 3698|A man! Nay, man, let not your prayers 3698|To me of sorrows seem, 3698|Praying that on your part, 3698|Some kind Providence, be kind; 3698|I in my sorrow have found 3698|No prayers can touch your Deity. 3698|The voice of woman, what is it that she utters, 3698|When woman's pride is put to the test? 3698|When the woman has been the bawling partner of men, 3698|How many have not felt, on the same night, 3698|The same dread curse whisper, "It's vain to contend with her." 3698|She, with her pride in the strength of her lips and her heart, 3698|Fails in contest on a point of mere faith. 3698|Is there not something in her which makes her believe 3698|The hopes of men are the more worthy of fame, 3698|Which make heaven seem to promise to thwart her wish? 3698|When men may not follow her, is it not rather 3698|She does so, and would all men thwart, 3698|And yet loves them most who do not see her wrong? 3698|Woman! when the world gives up its sceptic frown, 3698|And the sun has sunk at last in the silver west, 3698|And you are safe in the arms of God, your crown, 3698|And life is one long smiling dream, 3698|May a woman, then, in the same plight, 3698|Be happy to remember this night? 3698|And happy to feel how faithless the world 3698|Can be as deadly as love; 3698|And happy to find that, though it is gone, 3698 ======================================== SAMPLE 1120 ======================================== 19385|An' efter thocht that ever she wad be awa'?" 19385|The lass wi' the rose is so fause, 19385|An' so's my heart wi' her it gies a plee! 19385|"Thae wadna made ye gae awa' 19385|An' made ye gae awa' to me," 19385|The lass wi' the rose is no sae wame 19385|In a' the warld whar she's gud an' braw; 19385|I wadna leave a' my dearie, 19385|If ye're content to take a kiss!" 19385|She cam' awa' wi' a halo 19385|O'er her face her heart was dancin', 19385|While she thocht she sarten at hersel'-- 19385|Then the kirk and the castle chang'd their willy, 19385|An' the bairns made a' their plee! 19385|"Gin ye can sing to my hame, 19385|The lass wi' the rose on her face, 19385|My heart's the fairest 'y ever met, 19385|Sae let it hang on a rhymer's rhyme; 19385|Or if you can sing but my hame, 19385|I am glad, for I'm the kindliest rhymer 19385|An I hae nae lads the power to mak it sad." 19385|When auld Nick was a bachelor, 19385|Nae mair his bride wad daff. 19385|But the lass wi' the rose in her face, 19385|Was nae mair his fancy. 19385|She has a loof, like the dew, 19385|And an ancle, like the wind; 19385|But she has an e'e like the sea, 19385|It maks no thing amiss. 19385|And it's now gane over the hill, - 19385|But it's not for lack o' gi'en; 19385|So I maun gang a-sirnin', 19385|For we'll be a-sirnin'. 19385|Oh! what will be a wee for yar, 19385|When I gang a wee higher; 19385|Though I hae wi' the rose in her face, 19385|In God's wee tane she's nane. 19385|Oh! what will 'twere be a wee for yar, 19385|When I gang a wee higher; 19385|Though I hae a rose upon my dear, 19385|'Twere a wee that ye wouldna fain. 19385|Oh, I am fain to win her yet, 19385|An she is fain to gree; 19385|What should I to them be a loon? 19385|An it isna lang to yan. 19385|Oh! it's fine to be a wee higher, 19385|To seek her in the night, 19385|Though I hae nae the face to see, 19385|While she hath twa e'en or three. 19385|Oh, it's fine to be a wee higher, 19385|To be a wee aboon a bride; 19385|We'll be a wee higher! to seek her 19385|Will live anither life. 19385|I am come to the market-place, 19385|On my way from home; 19385|I am come to the market-place, 19385|The place of toil. 19385|The sun is glintin' in my path, 19385|An' glints in my face; 19385|In my path is a muckle place 19385|For me to gae; 19385|But life is jist a span or twa, 19385|Oh! what for me! 19385|Oh! what for me? 19385|Ye jist see the bonnie, bonnie face 19385|Of my ain dearie; 19385|Oh! wha but me could look that braw, 19385|Or look a wee? 19385|But I hae twa een--my ain dearie, 19385|That's our Jock O'Malley. 19385|Ye have seen him yesternight, 19385|Wh ======================================== SAMPLE 1130 ======================================== 1020|And what a little girl! Ah! when I am young I will find 1020|The fairest girl in all the world. 1020|But what has she done? Oh! what has she done? 1020|What have I spoken in this little girl's ear, 1020|That in her eyes I see a tear, 1020|For how should I forget that she was once a man? 1020|She is an amour, little daughter mine, 1020|Of mine own heart, and that is she. 1020|To the tune of "Hear the World, my boys, 1020|We must rise and go 1020|And see how our little girl does." 1020|A little boy with long black hair, 1020|But ever pale and fair, 1020|To the tune of "I want a blue ribbon to tie my hair". 1020|A king in scarlet cloak, 1020|That was once yellow with gold. 1020|To the tune of "I'm the little red rose, 1020|I'm the little red rose, 1020|The king's in the castle now with his queen." 1020|A king with golden beard, 1020|And white curls on his chin, 1020|A king with purple flag on his flagstaff. 1020|To the tune of "All the birds in the bush". 1020|A queen with red rose in her hair, 1020|The King of the forest to the tune of "The King of the Forest". 1020|A blue ribbon to tie his hair, 1020|To the tune of "O, what is the use of waiting? 1020|I am not a woman at all, 1020|And you will not learn till you know." 1020|The King of the Forest at last 1020|The tune of "He came upon a hill and he went away". 1020|Hush! when he went 1020|He never saw the King, 1020|He never heard the King's jest, 1020|And where has he gone to? 1020|He did not know where to turn, 1020|He could not find where to go, 1020|He did not know where to run, 1020|And there he goes, 1020|And there he comes back. 1020|The tune of "He is a noble man and is young". 1020|A monarch in black and white, 1020|That has a bit of blue, 1020|That has bits of red, 1020|That is princely Richard. 1020|That has golden hair 1020|And looks well and goes about, 1020|But he's useless for a job, 1020|For his work is done. 1020|The King of the Forest for his song 1020|Has the title of King, though his life's a song. 1020|A king of a queen with a little green 1020|And a red ribbon to tie his hair, 1020|And a book of songs his little feet have read 1020|That he sings in a song. 1020|When his crown is on his head 1020|He travels about at the will of his Queen. 1020|From his palace in the skies 1020|He flies to every child 1020|That asks him to a feast 1020|Or a game. 1020|And there, at his will, 1020|He lays his royal hand, 1020|From his kingdom, to your home, 1020|And gives you the fruits of the earth. 1020|The little birds are singing in a wood; 1020|The little people are dancing in a wreath; 1020|With a song of love and a bow of delight 1020|The little birds are playing with their hands. 1020|The little things are laughing in the sun, 1020|And singing their glad little songs of summer; 1020|The little flower is blossoming in the snow, 1020|And listening in the forest for the harp's sound. 1020|I wonder if I ever will be glad 1020|Because I always kiss his soft and silver hair. 1020|If I never will have a princely mind, 1020|And carry on the great adventures of the world, 1020|Where all the noble kings are just beside, 1020|And all the heroic warriors at my side. 1020|Then I shall always always be no better 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 1140 ======================================== 27336|And the sun's first rays are upon my face. 27336|But I am here no longer--not for thy bliss-- 27336|But only to give my heart to thee. 27336|And thy heart's light is not gone from my face, 27336|The golden sunshine was before me thrown; 27336|And the sun is shining once again on thy feet. 27336|But I give my life,--it was a last part of mine,-- 27336|For thy love to my soul's depths. 27336|Dear friend, may the dawn of your coming break 27336|The veil of night that has over-dared 27336|Our hearts, too, to see the bright day shine; 27336|May the sun shine on the mountain tops where we 27336|Have waited long, in the silence and the shade 27336|For the great hour; and then may our spirits say, "We wait!" 27336|I, my love, would not be afraid, 27336|May earth, all green to-day, 27336|With every living thing, 27336|Fold round me, like a scarf for thee! 27336|May the flowers all be sweet, 27336|As they were of yesternight! 27336|Shall I hear the sea breeze 27336|Blowing through the branches free? 27336|Shall I smell, by dew and scent, 27336|The morning, opening with her light, 27336|And bring to rest 27336|The shadows that darken round my feet? 27336|Let me breathe a wild perfume 27336|That the summer perfume is, 27336|Shook from the breath of flowers 27336|And mingled with them, I shall see 27336|How my soul's secret lies 27336|In a lily-lily, 27336|And this little rose 27336|Seemed the face of one I knew. 27336|Let the little stream to-night 27336|Take every gleam of beauty 27336|And flow, like my own dream, 27336|Till its shadowy face 27336|Like the shadow in the glass 27336|Stand in the shadow of its stream. 27336|When we parted, my love and I, we thought 27336|Each day would bring us nearer to the sky. 27336|Then we heard no more the rain, and, lo! 27336|The rose was dead! 27336|She lived, it seemed, in the heart of me 27336|So sweet, and when I saw her face, 27336|I knew my heart was in the wrong place. 27336|Life is short for some, and all must be long, 27336|But the hearts that feel the saddest must have the longest to tell. 27336|She lies at last in her long sleep all in white; 27336|No sorrow can disturb her, no sorrow, no no! 27336|But love draws near; and the long hours have no sound: 27336|Then we laugh, and we mourn, and we mourn in the dark, 27336|No matter how lonely seem life's short hours to us. 27336|Our hearts are all in the wrong place, that is clear; 27336|We cannot change life's crooked paths for a hair. 27336|She has gone to keep her trust, and to prove 27336|That we in our wrongs are not alone to blame, 27336|That we, like her, are powerless in the hour 27336|Of trials of fate with a heart all unkind. 27336|How many long hours must we have to keep 27336|The truth from our hearts, if we then could tell 27336|The true story of what was a long sleepless night. 27336|As I went down the hill, I had my eyes on a child 27336|Who was playing in the meadow, a picture for me. 27336|He had a little wreath of flowers in his hand, 27336|And his face was of pure white marble, his hair was black, 27336|His eyes were two different colors, blue and red. 27336|I gazed at him long and long, and then, my eyes grew dim 27336|Even as the day that never grows to dusk. 27336|I had seen many pictures before, but I never knew 27336|What a strange soul, a little child was in a bright white dress. 27336|A face, a hair, a shape, a ======================================== SAMPLE 1150 ======================================== 2620|And he will never leave you, love, 2620|A-shade as ugly as I? 2620|And when you call on me to walk 2620|You can see it is a lie. 2620|But I won't go away from you, love, 2620|For I love you more than gold, 2620|And if you'd be my true love too, 2620|We'd always love and never sleep! 2620|When night is in the valley, 2620|When the lonely stars are shining, 2620|When the shadows are most brightening, 2620|There comes a welcome brightening 2620|Of voices and hands that make soft sounds 2620|Of voices like gentle murmuring 2620|Of gladness as of birds when Spring 2620|Has stirred the trees with wakening. 2620|And soft, dear, soft voices call me, 2620|And words of peace, of welcome bringing 2620|My quiet into my keeping. 2620|Then softly comes the darkness, 2620|Then the dreamy night is deepening 2620|Over glen and woodland whispering, 2620|As through the dark I steal to meet her 2620|Whose gentle hand my arm caresses, 2620|And kiss her asleep with moaning. 2620|The day, that was so darkling, 2620|Now comes and calls to-day; 2620|The world is glad with singing, 2620|The sun is in the sky; 2620|The bird is in his rosy nest, 2620|But I--I must call again. 2620|And is the spring with crimson blossoms laden, 2620|Or only dead to me and thee? 2620|That which God's peace bringeth, 2620|He, lest it should be broken, 2620|Let this thing be his keeping. 2620|O, let me not in any wise be envious, 2620|For I would have her happy be. 2620|The world is bright, the world is glad; 2620|God calls me and bids me sing: 2620|My soul to my soul then doth go; 2620|God keeps his own keeping. 2620|I love to wake and feel the sun 2620|About me go; 2620|I love to hear the cricket play 2620|Round the geranium tree. 2620|I love to breathe the fresh Morning; 2620|And to lie, quite still, 2620|Under my own green geranium, 2620|Where the sweet sea-purple curls. 2620|I love the little pond to rest 2620|In, when wind and weather change; 2620|In here, the blue and yellow flags 2620|Flash out, and go; 2620|In here, the birds, the birds, sing, 2620|In here, the larks, sing trill. 2620|There, baby bunting all in yellow, 2620|Dropped to my knee, 2620|Folds tight, tight and velvety white-- 2620|I love this world to-day! 2620|O sweet, soft wind, thou blowest in May! 2620|Canst thou not remember how to blow 2620|When June's at the sky? 2620|Thou art too young; thy music to hear! 2620|Canst thou not, child, be a singer still? 2620|Art thou not tired, mother, of summer now? 2620|How the earth grows pale? 2620|I wish I had a little singing vane, 2620|A little, little vessel that may carry 2620|Some little song or little breath or little word 2620|Into the sunlit sea and be its heir 2620|Of one small breath it breathes! 2620|Little black books, in which the sun and stars 2620|And moon and stars begin; 2620|Little feet that do not stay, nor stay at all, 2620|As they run down the street; 2620|Little lips that let no tears or laughter pass; 2620|Nor any music mar; 2620|And, oh! if there be a little maid, 2620|In my daughter's life, 2620|Little black books I'll carry back again, 2620|To be shut in her tiny hand, and looked for 2620|If she should cry! 2620|O, ======================================== SAMPLE 1160 ======================================== 2130|When the great stars of the sun 2130|Were hidden in the heavens white, 2130|When from this earth a great dread 2130|Passed o'er all men and gods: 2130|That the dark ages hour was come 2130|When the very sinew of the Lord 2130|Was broken and loosed to thrust 2130|From heaven down as a sword of wood. 2130|O that on those dark brows 2130|Some memory, that men may know 2130|How the righteous are justified! 2130|And if this heaven-valour be 2130|Unrighteous, then the dark ages old 2130|Were no greater than our life-time is; 2130|And the first day was the greatest crime. 2130|And though the Lord hath saved us once, 2130|And sent the saving word, 2130|Yet sins will run to heavier scales 2130|Till we die in heaven again. 2130|But, since we have a world, 2130|And that the world may save us all, 2130|Let us do the Saviour's will. 2130|For sin will then be forgiven, 2130|And the day of grace be over all. 2130|'Tis our sin whose penalty 2130|The righteous man shall pay, 2130|Who never swerved his ways 2130|Yet made the hearts of men less pure.' 2130|"The great sun sank from out the east, 2130|The morning paled from the west: 2130|The mighty stars grew faint and pale, 2130|And the last day's labour done, 2130|In a white stream ran away, 2130|And the last silent hour passed by; 2130|And then I woke, with sudden start, 2130|To see by window-latched gate 2130|A form pass through the revolving door; 2130|It was a man, it was a man: 2130|He had on the sash worn out, 2130|The worn sash of the one he loved 2130|Which in his heart he wore alone 2130|In the years, since, that his love departed; 2130|But this worn sash no more was he 2130|Who wore it in his heart in part, 2130|But it was worn by one he knew 2130|Who was his kin's child, his sire's wife, 2130|And had been happy as a child, 2130|Now these two were parted. 2130|Alas, alas, that day! 2130|And how for a week thereafter 2130|Through all the season long 2130|He did his best to please, 2130|And made his will with speed, 2130|By letters sent on holidays, 2130|And then he went away with cheer, 2130|In his arms embracing his child; 2130|But the child was gone, and his heart ached 2130|For the dear dead one, and he wept, 2130|As the day went over. 2130|No morrow met him then, 2130|That day, and to and from those gates, 2130|And from the streets, and from the courts, 2130|The mourners came and went, 2130|Like the fleet white-footed bee 2130|On joy and sorrow, day and night:-- 2130|And still, all through the month of May, 2130|Each child was with its mother, and his own mother, 2130|And the old man's son, the good old father, 2130|For the day passed. 2130|It was late; he had passed the month 2130|Of twelve in which it was meet 2130|All hands to stop--the very name 2130|The old man uttered of his own age and station. 2130|And so poor he grew, he could not see 2130|If he were blessed or cursed, poor old man, 2130|To have children, and, though his old bones were bent 2130|And his eyes shone with a life-blood like lead, 2130|For the children's children; so none knew 2130|What love had made him weak, and then his children 2130|Laughed--for he would not speak, but they must laugh, 2130|Till, weary, worn with years, and old with age, 2130|And scarce a word left, he ======================================== SAMPLE 1170 ======================================== 12242|I am the man in the moonlight 12242|Who asked the sun for his beams 12242|And for his fire I am. 12242|I am a lamp to him 12242|With which he burns his path; 12242|There is no other light beside me, -- 12242|And he may find it dark. 12242|I am a woman whom he 12242|Has sometimes met in dreams, 12242|Taught him to kiss and to watch me, 12242|Taught him what it means to be; 12242|I am His mistress, and then 12242|I disappear again. 12242|A bird has vowed a thousand times 12242|That he would never fly. 12242|So he has left his nest one day 12242|To flit and fly away. 12242|He scrambled to his web-feet 12242|And there he found a town, -- 12242|The road was paved with wheels of gold, -- 12242|And this was his message to the moon: 12242|"I will be here again for a thousand years 12242|If you will let me lie. 12242|If you'll speak to me, sweet mamma, 12242|I promise to be still. 12242|If you'll look at me, sweet daughter, 12242|I promise to be near; 12242|If you'll hold my hand through life, 12242|I'll keep your marriage morn." 12242|And then he started off in the moon, 12242|And -- ah, what a lying knave! 12242|Did he think, by selling his soul 12242|And letting his body mend, 12242|That he'd be able to buy the soul of St. Francis 12242|And be at rest therein? 12242|I sat alone in the gray, 12242|It was winter, 12242|And I sat alone in the gray, 12242|And what kind of a man was I? 12242|And what kind of a mood was I in 12242|When I turned to the weather-book? 12242|And what kind of a weather-bird 12242|Was this that kept coming in 12242|And bringing out great and small? 12242|The day was drear, and the sky was gray; 12242|And the night came without a snare; 12242|And the cold cocks crowed in Winchester town 12242|A morning without a terror. 12242|The taper lights in Lotos-street 12242|Shone dimly out upon a mound 12242|By the new brook at the western gate; 12242|And, as I stopped to breathe a prayer, 12242|I heard -- or did -- or -- did not hear -- 12242|One of the readiest ways to screw -- 12242|A little boy go up the hill 12242|To play with his sister's little brother. 12242|I heard -- or did not hear -- 12242|Swinging of a slow ox-stall; 12242|And a noise as of the lifting up 12242|Of heavy weights at the barn-door. 12242|A gossamer thread between the two, 12242|And a footfall on the treadle cool, 12242|And a click of hoofs on the polished floor, -- 12242|A rattle of wheels, and a rattle more, 12242|And -- oh, the taper light was gone! 12242|I leaned from my cottage rafter 12242|To catch the last notes of a fiddler 12242|Who gossips with the high church. 12242|Who plays and gossips and forgets 12242|His feet as they come up the stair, 12242|Or, stuck in the middle, gossips blind 12242|With eyes that can see no more. 12242|The sun of May was warmly gleaming 12242|On his bright hair, and bright and lustrous 12242|His glances were, as he came running -- 12242|A girl in sable robes, dancing 12242|On a cloud, with hands of jade. 12242|I stopped one day 12242|In the middle of the garden 12242|To see a fish dip and climb. 12242|The waves below 12242|Were brown and silver-grey, 12242|And I caught it with my teeth 12242|And hung ======================================== SAMPLE 1180 ======================================== 17393|No one was near me; yet--and this is true-- 17393|I did not see that night the old man die. 17393|Well--well--I cannot be the one man to blame; 17393|How can it be, if not for his love, the source 17393|Of every pleasure? This too: the old man took 17393|A part of me, with his life for every joy 17393|In life. Life! life! that is life, from what 17393|If we were dead? I must believe I am not 17393|As he had been. All this I do believe: 17393|I know I am not as I had been, now changed 17393|To what I am to make it good to him: 17393|But why should that avail me aught? our love 17393|Has made him better. If I could see him now, 17393|As now I hope to see him, I would change 17393|My mind about him and believe him still; 17393|Not believing he is worse, so much the more-- 17393|Since all I feared might never come to pass, 17393|The most unhappy man that ever lived. 17393|"Ah me the old man! in life he was a man, 17393|A good, kind man; no doubt of it, and fair, 17393|And well-born: yes--no; but not so in death. 17393|Had he not often said he was not so good 17393|And such a man would never have a name-- 17393|So--so--after all--he never was so. 17393|He was a man to please, and with a name 17393|To grace and honour, he must be at his ease, 17393|And I suppose was. If he had been born 17393|Too pure--too--well--as pure!--no one knows! 17393|Not that that is not so: but in the man 17393|There is a face mixed up, there is a face-- 17393|A woman's face all else besides is gone, 17393|And all the woman-face with it. He used 17393|To say that he and Matilda used to go 17393|Out sometimes together as two friends, 17393|When they--they two were only here to see 17393|Love's mirror: then the mirror turned the more 17393|Of a dark black to a white. Here we are, 17393|Poor souls, he says, in love and amorous fits, 17393|And then--and then! the old man, if he can, 17393|Will tell you, if his love has not changed him, 17393|He has changed me: that is how it is,-- 17393|Matilda, I cannot let her die! 17393|So there I saw him once: we met once, 17393|Half forgotten: when he said one day 17393|A little thing to me, or aught I knew, 17393|And my heart hurt--I never smelt before 17393|Such a whiff of sadness: but I said: 17393|As a father does, I will go and tell 17393|Matilda now: he knows, by this my hair, 17393|She loves me as if she had not been born. 17393|I'll tell Matilda now, he says, and then 17393|He wept, and said the word he needs must say. 17393|And if I say to make the matter worse, 17393|I will break off the thread with which I weave, 17393|And will drop dead, and then the old man's will 17393|Will do it all again, and Matilda--no! 17393|She's here, and I am worse than I could mend. 17393|For if, when he was gone, I did not say 17393|Nay, I love him--which, when he will not say, 17393|Will be the case: then we will talk of this: 17393|You see, and here he breaks my poor thread. 17393|But let us go down to the river again. 17393|That will be very amiable, I know. 17393|Aye, so, we must. You must be up the river 17393|At ten. I can't put in all that I would, 17393|And what's more, I want to see ======================================== SAMPLE 1190 ======================================== 4253|And he has given his word, you never must ask him for gold. 4253|"So he's gone to-night, and so he can't come back to-day." 4253|"And how can he help, by his own good rule?" 4253|"Now listen, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, look here; 4253|He was not the sort of man 4253|(If he did help, 'twas for want of warning 4253|Or care for duty) 4253|To make things hard on the lady 4253|That called him wise and noble, 4253|Though often and often telling her 4253|That 'twas a hard life with him 4253|Was what she always expected, 4253|Though never calling at his door 4253|To see him coming. 4253|"So what is his own story, 4253|If he is good, or if he's bad, 4253|Who knows?--who knows!" 4253|I think the first thing to discover 4253|Was the way in which he made things hard on the lady; 4253|It may be because she was not his wife, 4253|And therefore not a mere dawg of the family, 4253|Or else, perhaps, he wanted to keep her from 4253|Being persuaded by that inestimable 4253|Reason that the lady kept him from her,-- 4253|--And since it wasn't a question of doubt, 4253|Whatever the reason may have been, 4253|But if the reason proved untrue, 4253|Or, if the truth's so very far away, 4253|And if the reason might not be proved, 4253|How could he ever, 4253|With his so huge a body, 4253|Go about telling lies? 4253|I mean he might have--I say it, 4253|So there, you see, you see, 4253|If he'd only now remember 4253|A sort of time-rule, 4253|He'd act as his own counsel 4253|And give us a day or two 4253|As free as air the old years to enjoy. 4253|"But there's a reason we're not free to go 4253|As frequently as he would now," 4253|You know the one. 4253|"I'm not a prophet, or a schismatic Tory 4253|"I'm not a Pharisee, or a heathen heretic, 4253|"Nor have I ever, at any time, thought 4253|"'Tis a pity they let a man like Fuzzy-Wuzzy go." 4253|Myself? I'm a doctored-- 4253|But how, I wonder, could I find the time 4253|To go round like all the other inhabitants? 4253|Ah, I see! I've not been much a target 4253|Against the prying of the public eyes 4253|As most of you, doubtless, are aware-- 4253|And I have sometimes found the task severe 4253|When any questions I hadn't broached. 4253|But still, it would have been a joy to me 4253|To find that Fuzzy would have got the hang! 4253|For seldom, indeed, is it that way 4253|With most of you; 4253|And, after all, the lady's eyes were quite right, 4253|And I have sometimes found the task severe 4253|When any questions I hadn't broached. 4253|And now for something just as odd: 4253|(You know the rest, I'm sure--) 4253|I've always found it truly odd 4253|That, having made that last attack 4253|Upon his honour, he was ever shy 4253|And would sometimes say, or sometimes say, 4253|That he wasn't a Protestant, 4253|Nor a Tory, nor a man at all. 4253|But, somehow, my mind was warped to one 4253|Who once was Christian, and had been naughty 4253|The very same way as I had been, 4253|And, after school, in this way would cheat, 4253|So long as he wasn't a Protestant! 4253|And, somehow, as I have told it, he was, 4253|Till of course we both were married Catholics! 4253|It never crossed ======================================== SAMPLE 1200 ======================================== 5185|In her mouth is a kiss of sweetness, 5185|In her hand a necklace of copper 5185|And her feet are of copper-bearing. 5185|Mielikki, maiden with the forehead, 5185|Whom the maidens know by their locks, 5185|Gives to Kaukomieli this answer: 5185|"O my beauteous virgin-mother! 5185|Thou that hast thy dwelling in Pohya, 5185|Do not give this Lemminkainen, 5185|Things of evil Mielikki's mother! 5185|She will give thee an evil answer, 5185|Will not freely give to Lemminkainen, 5185|Hiding thee her greatest treasures, 5185|In her house a magic hero, 5185|With his arms all copper-bound, 5185|In his belt a necklace of copper, 5185|In his hand a magic necklace!" 5185|Thereupon the Island-hero 5185|Gives this answer to his mother: 5185|"Take thy daughter to the hero, 5185|That the mother give to Lemminkainen 5185|Friendship and all-pervading wisdom, 5185|Thus to grow in wisdom and honor, 5185|Guided by his wise and ancient 5185|Unalterable permanent suns." 5185|Thus his mother gave advice, 5185|This the young Lemminkainen's answer: 5185|"Leave thou mine own home and kindred, 5185|Hither drive thy fleetest vessel, 5185|Leave my mother with thy mother, 5185|With thine own sweetheart serve in wedlock, 5185|Be the groom whose honor sure reward me! 5185|For the virgin-hero, Mielikki, 5185|That she gave thee as a bridal, 5185|That she bound thee with her silken gauze, 5185|Be the bride that best becomes thee!" 5185|Lemminkainen, filled with gladness, 5185|Speaks these words to bring his mother: 5185|"From this day forth, fair Queen of Islands, 5185|Make thyself a blessing to me, 5185|Make thyself a joyous hero, 5185|Make thee great among the heroes, 5185|In all Osmo's wide borders, 5185|In the service of the multitude!" 5185|Pressed this task his mother's heart, 5185|And her hands are full of anguish; 5185|Nought to him is given now, nothings 5185|Save the silver-foot maids for teaching, 5185|Save the daughters of the Suomi, 5185|Nought at all to him is wanting, 5185|Where the magic wood of silver, 5185|Where the magic wood of silver-tinselled, 5185|May be wrought, whene'er the mother 5185|Sits and weaves at last her charmingweavings. 5185|Many days she thus asks for seining; 5185|But her task is yet incomplete. 5185|Lemminkainen, filled with pride, 5185|Lifts his hands and plants the taking. 5185|In the time of summer waning, 5185|When the waning-moon is visible, 5185|In the time of golden moonlight, 5185|Spring the seagulls from the ocean, 5185|Sail the ocean-waters returning, 5185|Silver-colored, flying winds them, 5185|In the skies of evening flying, 5185|And the maiden sits upon the sea-beach, 5185|Near the transport-boat of welcome, 5185|Catches at her net of linen 5185|With her fingers, tilth and raiment, 5185|Seeking out the time of silver; 5185|But she finds it overthrown 5185|By the magic net of silver, 5185|And the threads are broken on it; 5185|Therefore the young man leaves the 5185|Plying-bench unfinished, 5185|Sings in smallest notes a chorus, 5185|Sings anew his wondrous taking; 5185|Catches at his mantle's lining, 5185|With her slender finger-tips, 5185|With her painted lips she wreathes it, 5185|To and fro, ======================================== SAMPLE 1210 ======================================== May not, may not, then, thy hand 1852|O' th' gods of the old world, 1852|Be the burden of that song? 1852|I, who am the poet of hope, 1852|Whose song on the wave still doth break, 1852|But a song that the sea hath never 1852|Hath ever sought to restore, 1852|But only to make fresh it's waters? 1852|To sing the song I've sung 1852|With my life and my heart, 1852|For an old world that hath lost its way, 1852|And would go down with the sea, 1852|But that the sea hath never yet found 1852|What it sought, but I know full well 1852|That it will, soon, find it soon. 1852|I know full well what the future will be; 1852|I know what the old world yet shall be: 1852|But in what an old world shall I sing? 1852|If in the old world this old song should die, 1852|Thenceforth would I not be the poet 1852|But would be the poet of hope. 1852|That is the answer he hears 1852|Out of the eyes he looks: 1852|"If in the long night you should see 1852|A little star come creeping 1852|From the west to the east 1852|Which, and which no other is, 1852|If, and which no other is, 1852|The stars of your life then, 1852|Which we see not, will dream 1852|Of hope and passion in me,-- 1852|My love, for my life's sake." 1852|"How well, then, for us there be 1852|My heart in the star!" 1852|"O what are stars for?" 1852|"The stars are a sky 1852|The stars are a sky." 1852|"What's a star for?" 1852|"Love, it lighteth a sea; 1852|And my soul is at sea! 1852|O, what have it to do 1852|With any other man's? 1852|With me, with me, with me, 1852|O, what have it to do 1852|With any other man's?" 1852|"What, for?" 1852|"With me, with me, with me, 1852|O, what have it to do 1852|With any other man's?" 1852|"O, what have stars for?" 1852|"The stars are a sky; 1852|As for my heart, I feel 1852|As the sea, with my heart, 1852|With the sea." 1852|"What shall life be to you, then, then?" 1852|"As light, as love. 1852|O, the earth is a grey stone wall, 1852|The sea but a stone, 1852|And the stars hide both the sky 1852|And my life with a wall!" 1852|"What, then! for you, then?" 1852|"Love, for my heart, for my heart, 1852|As it shone on your breast, 1852|And my love for that, love for that, 1852|As it shone on your breast, 1852|As it shone on the day 1852|Of our life." 1852|"O, what have stars for?" 1852|"A life in a heaven, dear: 1852|They cannot change it; 1852|And life for my life's sake, life for my life's sake 1852|O, what have stars for?" 1852|"Life for love's sake!" 1852|"O then, what have heaven for? 1852|Love for you! what have heaven for? 1852|LOVE is life's best draught, 1852|Love for love's sake! 1852|I would drink it, if I might-- 1852|Love that hath never been 1852|Love's best draught! 1852|O now would I drink this draught in peace, 1852|For I know that if my heart 1852|Had to thee any sound, 1852|It would be, 'Delicately life 1852|Till death to life!' 1852|'Tis not life, though its bliss 1852|Yet seem ======================================== SAMPLE 1220 ======================================== 3023|And my dear son; what's my child's age? 3023|"The boy is in his late teens, 3023|And so is I; no sense has he, I fear; 3023|"He's only eleven or twelve, 3023|And then he does not know 3023|A proper motion to give!" 3023|"You're no more a Dandy yet," 3023|I cried, "but if you will come to-day, 3023|I will learn you what my friend 3023|Has learned, as he doth day by day, 3023|"That 'twas the devil's own son I loved. 3023|But you, what do you think of me?" 3023|"I think, my dear sir, you're a fool," 3023|Is all he said. "I'm not a dunce, I swear." 3023|"But you must know it is not true!" 3023|I cried, with laughter loud. 3023|"And were you to take such steps with me, 3023|It all would fall apart at once!" 3023|"But do not think I mean to go!" 3023|'Twas then he took his right step on. 3023|We have no more of him. 3023|The day is cold and drear 3023|And the night is spent and furled, 3023|Wherewith I toiled, 3023|And I am weary. 3023|How sweet is life in woe! 3023|The day is done, 3023|And we in the evening rest. 3023|We may go up, we may go down,-- 3023|Let us all do quiet well. 3023|And if in all the day 3023|The night is not so long: 3023|How hard such short stints are given! 3023|My heart is sick, and my eyes are dim,-- 3023|Yet with patience I toil with the world. 3023|Now all my joyous toil is done, 3023|My heart is sick, and my eyes are dim; 3023|Yet with patience, I work ever with life. 3023|With the day still to go I have to turn. 3023|(With the night still to go, yet with the day.) 3023|The night is past and over, 3023|And we have to turn back, 3023|And with the day we must part. 3023|I was thinking of the time we have been, 3023|That as we go we had so sweet a play. 3023|And now, alas! I have to say good-night at 3023|The door of an empty house, wherein two 3023|Were wont to dwell,--and the door is shut, alas! 3023|In the door, as I wish they might be. 3023|And if they are left with nothing save 3023|In the long loneliness, the cold, 3023|And the sound of my own heart, alas! 3023|I must work with the world my way. 3023|What care I for the world and its ways? 3023|Why should I care a single jot for 3023|The ways of men? 3023|But I have to work my way my all, 3023|As I must who am not awake 3023|(Woe! woe! for me, I know not how) 3023|Who must keep sleeping and sleeping, 3023|For I must work, nor win in this way. 3023|But let me rest to-day, 3023|And the night is over, 3023|And my eyes are bright, and my heart is sad. 3023|For I must wear the night, alas! 3023|And the world is done. 3023|Now on this night I will dream,--in love. 3023|(With an unknown face before her, 3023|She recites to her in a dream.) 3023|"Good-night, my love! 3023|How did we meet, in the days 3023|Of our youth? 3023|How in sorrow did we part? 3023|You said never to part. 3023|Oh! that you would not go away! 3023|But I can never be what I was! 3023|Then good-by, my darling, dear! 3023|And, as you go away ======================================== SAMPLE 1230 ======================================== 20956|The stars of midnight sleep o'er the skies; 20956|Beneath the midnight moon, and every star, 20956|The nightingales are singing their songs, 20956|When the great sea-lion sleeps upon the foam 20956|Beneath the midnight moon and every star. 20956|The sun to his own reflection doth wax; 20956|All day he stares in azure; silent he 20956|Went forth to bathe the fields with virgin light; 20956|The clearness of the west seems to blind 20956|His aspect, then he takes repose 20956|In the cool green recesses of the glen; 20956|He shines not, but he shines all the day; 20956|The day is growing dark, and the night is near-- 20956|The silent night, and the moon in eclipse. 20956|The stars of midnight laugh in the dusky west-- 20956|"The night is bright and the moon is pale," say they. 20956|The moon, in cloudlike procession, goes 20956|Her way thro' heaven, an immaculate fair; 20956|Her heart's blood seems to quench the burning day-reels 20956|Of the fires which the great sun with his waxing rays 20956|Thro' heaven throws out, with her fiery garments wet; 20956|Her head is bow'd on earth, in its cloudless space; 20956|From her beaming eyes the tears of morn arise. 20956|The blue-browed, moon-luminous night, 20956|Has hid the sunlight in a mist, 20956|For the dew is on the flowers, 20956|And the breeze is on the trees. 20956|It's dappled with a slavish blue, 20956|But the sun's heart will not rest; 20956|He's on a secret errand sent 20956|To the flowers of the earth; 20956|And the night, and the dawn that comes, 20956|And the day that goes to his rest. 20956|I've heard the song of the evening wind; 20956|It seemed to me the winds that pass'd 20956|By, as they came and went, still, 20956|A voice of song was whispering it: 20956|"The night is glad, and gladder; 20956|There's hope on every hand; 20956|But when you hear the rain-drops, dreaming, falling 20956|You may hear, in your heart, the song that's singing, 20956|And the rain-drops falling on the leaves and the tree-tops, 20956|You may hear, in your heart, the song that's telling it." 20956|The raindrop of April now has fallen, 20956|The trees are bent with the droppings of leaves, 20956|And the leaves are bending, bending to the breeze, 20956|The trees all murmur a song of gladness: 20956|"Happy April!" "April, true April!" 20956|The clouds, that are moving along, 20956|Are full of mirth and song and gladness, 20956|As the bright sun shines upon them: 20956|"Happy April! Happy, April!" 20956|And the breeze is blowing a gay welcome 20956|To the green-fingered girl, with bright, yellow hair, 20956|To the lark that is soaring away to the sky, 20956|To the sunbeam as gay as it came; 20956|To the water-nymphs far away, 20956|With a song of gladness in their laughter. 20956|"Happy April! Happy, April!" 20956|The mountain-side is dancing a dance 20956|Of gleaming peaks, and green, open spaces. 20956|The little lodge, that is hung with flowers, 20956|Is bright and fair with painted walls. 20956|And warmly the breath of the morning, 20956|The wind, as it sweeps by, is calling 20956|The white flowers, that drop their petals down, 20956|And the sun's bright eyes to seek again. 20956|The little lodge stands where the clouds 20956|And sunshine and laughter are mingling; 20956|And from it, the blue-bird is singing 20956|The melody that is all his own. 20956|All through the day was the air ======================================== SAMPLE 1240 ======================================== 19385|As the waves dash on the green sea-shore, 19385|The wild winds' wild din hath been sooth, 19385|For it is the night o'er the ocean, 19385|And it is the stars that have shone. 19385|It is the night o' days without joy, 19385|For the dewy eve is past, 19385|And the sun of a summer that is o'er, 19385|And the rose is nigh dying. 19385|And we look back on the bright world 19385|That was our own by birth, 19385|The flowers for our old homes are withering, 19385|And on many a stream we pine; 19385|And we think on our friends departed, 19385|And the bright eyes with which we matched, 19385|But not for the joy that we have had, 19385|Not for the light that shone. 19385|And we say, as we lift the tear-stained raiment 19385|From our eyes, as we lift it from our bosom, 19385|"How vain is the flower and the lily, 19385|But it may be the friend it was making!" 19385|Oh, the fair morning of summer's sweet morning, 19385|When I bade the blue sky be bright, nor weary 19385|Be the hopes of my maidenhood's future! 19385|Oh, the bright eve of the day without splendour, 19385|When in memory o'er my spirit gleams 19385|The star of my love, that is rising 19385|To smile at the sun with his parting fire! 19385|Oh, how dear 'tis to me, how dear 'tis to thee, 19385|Thou dear island of my childhood's dreams, 19385|The lovely isle of my childhood's memories; 19385|The fair Isle of Oronore! 19385|Oh, the sweet island of loved childhood's home, 19385|Where I wander the days of my life back, 19385|A youth in the prime of life, 19385|With a youth in the prime of manhood's prime-- 19385|A youth in the prime o' youthhood's bloom, 19385|And I gaze to meet his e'e like thine. 19385|Oh, how dear is the sweet morning of summer, 19385|When I see the sun with a withering light, 19385|And in sleep to think that I see thine eye, 19385|Thy soul is all to my dream and my heart, 19385|And I feel thy spirit my spirit enfold, 19385|Where it lifts me up into the air. 19385|How dear 'tis to be loved in the mild sunlight, 19385|When the sweet air, my love, my home and heaven is, 19385|And thy bosom is breath'd by the summer's breath, 19385|And I kiss it to meet it in thine. 19385|Oh! how dear 'tis to sleep in the soft summer, 19385|To dream that I feel thy heart-beat in mine; 19385|And that thou art still living, still beating, 19385|To think on the days, and to dream on them. 19385|The hours o' the world! the hours o' the world! 19385|How short is the dream I am dreaming of! 19385|In thy heart the hours o' the world are not. 19385|Oh! the sweet heart! the sweet heart! my love, 19385|Where are the dreams I have given thee? 19385|That I am now waking in the bright morning, 19385|With the light on the past, and the future unknown. 19385|In the future! but in the past I sleep; 19385|With the past I dream on the days of my years, 19385|And my dream is like the moon when its shining 19385|Is all aflame with love-flies all arow. 19385|How sweet is the soft voice that is speaking 19385|In my soul, and that is sweet to receive! 19385|For ever I am dreaming on the days, 19385|And it is like the moon where its shining is. 19385|My heart is of one vein, the pulse of life; 19385|And its blood is red with love-lamps all arow. 19385|But the vein is cold, the blood is dry, 19385|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 1250 ======================================== 18007|I hear the sea-waters flow, 18007|Like voices of the singing soul, 18007|I see the waves go by, 18007|Like some wild magic vision! 18007|I am the little song-bird 18007|That flies in my father's tree, 18007|And he can draw the leaves as they fly, 18007|And lay me on an apple bed, 18007|And talk to me from far away. 18007|Where the meadows sound, 18007|Where the woodlands call; 18007|I will follow from the dawn to the dark, 18007|And from the day to the night! 18007|In the valley of old leagues and of old leagues 18007|By the river of the wind and the shadow of spring; 18007|Where the river of the wild is foaming and falling, 18007|But the dark willows bind us to the world unseen. 18007|In the valley of old leagues and of old leagues, 18007|'Tis an awful country, 'tis a dreadful land! 18007|Where men are slain for a golden and gaudy bliss 18007|That withers in the summer-tide like a weed; 18007|And all the earth is a waste of dead gold; 18007|And all the air is a roar, and all the sea 18007|Is a blue abyss with a yawning grave below; 18007|And only the heart of a man 18007|Finds a welcome in that land of death and pain! 18007|Only the heart of a man, 18007|That weeps and mourns o'er lost blisses and gold! 18007|Only the heart of a man, 18007|That weeps and mourns o'er wasted hearts! 18007|Where the river of life's tide turns to flood, 18007|To gush and dash like the waters of the sun; 18007|Where the stars of a thousand worlds shine still, 18007|And the sands of a thousand years are one. 18007|And no heart, like a wandering mariner, 18007|Cleaves an untenanted country like a sea! 18007|Where the hills of the dead and the valleys of pain 18007|Strew shame and anguish like a foul and brown, 18007|And the souls of a thousand years have no home. 18007|Where, full of the glory of God, 18007|He sits smiling on the new-born land; 18007|On this earth that is only a glimpse 18007|Of His grandeur and mercy, he lies. 18007|In the valley of old leagues and of old leagues, 18007|I hear the voice of God ringing still, 18007|And the heart of a man beats on an empty ear. 18007|In the valley of old leagues and of old leagues, 18007|Where never a heart is heard to sigh, 18007|Nor a soul cries out to the living above, 18007|Where the sea of our sorrows cannot swell; 18007|Where ever the weary wait unheeded by; 18007|And never a heart can answer all they cry. 18007|Only the heart of a man 18007|Is the only one that can answer all they cry. 18007|And the man of the valley of old leagues 18007|Dares not call his own desert into hearth; 18007|For the voice of God is a voice for his soul 18007|And the voice of a man can make or mar. 18007|Where the voice of God is the only one 18007|Can make or mar or break or heal. 18007|For he must be strong, that he may be one 18007|That the world may pray to, and be a part 18007|Of the hope of the worlds until the Last 18007|When the hearts of men shall break and wail, 18007|And the voices of the living shall cease. 18007|In the heart of a man, O Lord, 18007|Is a love that cannot cease; 18007|It is the love of man that is the life. 18007|It is the love of man that is the life. 18007|No man can be truly happy where he is. 18007|Who holds in his hands the treasure of life, 18007|And does not cry, with the sigh of the child, 18007|"The world is all a part of the world, O Lord!" 18007|Is ======================================== SAMPLE 1260 ======================================== 19226|They are not yet aught 19226|Of the same, with the same 19226|Tenderness, 19226|Nor aught of their worth; 19226|They cannot understand 19226|Your words. 19226|To you it means 19226|Some idle thought, 19226|Or an idle word; 19226|To them, 19226|It means 19226|Some old, old thought. 19226|It is all to you! 19226|Oh, do it not! 19226|I dare not do it, 19226|It seems unwise; 19226|It runs against all sense 19226|Of right and right to do 19226|Until it seems to be 19226|A wrong, 19226|A wrong, from the start;-- 19226|Let me not spoil 19226|My fair youth 19226|By wasting it, 19226|Or making it less true. 19226|I shall be what you make me, 19226|And never cease 19226|To be what you wish me-- 19226|Loving you, hating you, 19226|Love and hate alike, 19226|But never forget, 19226|Nor change for any man 19226|What I was made for. 19226|So, till that change comes, 19226|Keep me in tune; 19226|I will never, never change, 19226|But change my song 19226|To what you say I am 19226|Till, in a little while, 19226|What I was made for, 19226|You shall find me what you want. 19226|A child would never hurt a fly 19226|With tongs of venom, or with knife, 19226|Or, in the snare of false desire, 19226|Weary of the false desire, 19226|Would turn to grass the flies in sight, 19226|And let them rest; and even I, 19226|Having seen you make them eat, 19226|Have much compassion on them. 19226|Would that he took your pity, 19226|And, having heard how you are hurt, 19226|Could make the fly's dying agony, 19226|Or, if he needs must sting the rest, 19226|Would keep from further deed the sting, 19226|And kill it in the leafing bower. 19226|O, if the world had ears or wings 19226|To hear the pity you bestow 19226|On young, undone, poor love,-- 19226|Whate'er the cost;-- 19226|Would that she knew the thing I know. 19226|Why did the soul of Man 19226|Change from his first eternal likeness, 19226|As he grew older? 19226|Why did the flower in the spring-time vanish? 19226|Why did the daybreak's dreams of hope depart? 19226|All things are changed; 19226|The sun, the air, the flowers; 19226|The summer wanes, and yet the flower is undimmed. 19226|Why did the wind change to madness, 19226|And the rainbow color change from blue? 19226|Why did the bird change form? 19226|Because I loved her--yes, I love her too. 19226|The flowers are changed, the birds; 19226|She is still the flower--she only is. 19226|A child would never wound a fly, 19226|Why, let him come and kiss me; 19226|But a man would kiss his sun-kissed rose 19226|When it is red, and warm, and new. 19226|My eyes have often seen you weep 19226|To see the dew bespangled flowers, 19226|And have remembered how you frowned 19226|To see the bud and bloom emerge. 19226|And yet this sorrow was too great 19226|For one to bear alone; 19226|What made you weeping? 19226|I weep through fear. 19226|Your tears fell fast; but what are they? 19226|Some secret sorrow, 19226|And, were he blind, thought you were gods; 19226|Such tears are tears of joy. 19226|I have a secret grief 19226|That's nothing to my sad heart; 19226|It is that you have loved awhile, 19226|And now I cannot find ======================================== SAMPLE 1270 ======================================== 29378|We're not really in it for the money." 29378|"We've got no need of much of that," he said. 29378|"No, no," says little Bobbie, "We're really in it for fun." 29378|The little folks thought it was the big wheel of the world 29378|That started that way, and not the little lady's eyes; 29378|But when the wheels got round about one hundred and four 29378|When they heard 'Thing-o'-the-Month was only twelve-to-twelve. 29378|With only a little wheel, the world was quite a sight, 29378|And that made them glad while the wheels were at the round; 29378|But now the wheel-bubble has put their merry mirth to flight, 29378|And when the wheels come round about two hundred and thirty-six, 29378|They'll put the merry mirth to rights if it can go back. 29378|Now, who the devil's that at the wheel?-- 29378|And who the devil's that in the wheel? 29378|And who the joy of all the wheel?-- 29378|And who the Devil that loves Thee?-- 29378|Hither, hither, with a song and a prayer 29378|We come to Thee with thanks and reverence! 29378|The child with blue eyes 29378|Dost thou still chase 29378|The merry sun through? 29378|In youth's fair morn, 29378|Thine hour of fall, 29378|When the sweet earth and sky, 29378|The stars and heath, 29378|Their tender bloom renew, 29378|While summer and winter's heat 29378|In summer-devouring hours 29378|Their sweets are shedding. 29378|Thy smile once more 29378|Smile warm and bright 29378|On such a face as mine! 29378|O fair, fair flower born 29378|Of loveliest blood 29378|Whoe'er thou art, I pray Thee, 29378|Satchento, bend thee now 29378|Shade of my summer. 29378|But who art thou, that com'st this way, 29378|Com'st this way with dew-dropping tears 29378|To see the face I see not? 29378|And who art thou, this sorrowful hour, 29378|That com'st this way, sad and slow? 29378|And who art thou, this sorrowful hour 29378|That com'st this way to me? 29378|Art thou the maiden 29378|Who, in joyous youth, 29378|Sang sweetly in her ear 29378|The charms of her young lover; 29378|And loved him so, 29378|'And loved he so,' as she taught him? 29378|Hast thou forgotten? 29378|Hast thou forgotten how, 29378|Beneath thy kisses, 29378|His heart was full of passion-- 29378|His blood was hot, his eye 29378|Seem'd to gaze love's way? 29378|Or did the morning-star 29378|Turn from the forest 29378|Because it feared his power? 29378|Hast thou forgotten 29378|The wonted value 29378|Of a sweet smile from thee? 29378|Hast thou forgotten 29378|How, when the moment came 29378|When he called thee his beloved, 29378|He lit the altar-flame 29378|With vows and prayers? 29378|The moon shone on the grave 29378|Where his white bones lay; 29378|The sunset lit up the grass 29378|Where they were laid. 29378|The wind is the wind's father; 29378|In infancy it nursed the young 29378|When the broad sun, in glory, shines 29378|O'er waters blue. 29378|The light clouds are the little wings 29378|Of the dark clouds wandering near; 29378|In the deeps of night the little clouds are borne 29378|Like the wingèd spirits of God. 29378|Thou, who seekest Paradise, where I 29378|Have seen thee first, O sun, upon me throw. 29378|No shade of gloom--a golden grace o'er thee, 29378|I see thee never; a lovely face 29378 ======================================== SAMPLE 1280 ======================================== 1534|And a dream came to the old, 1534|Like a flash of lightning and a flash of thunder, 1534|And I dreamed he was dead, and so was I: 1534|And still I dream these things to-day. 1534|One day it happened to me 1534|That a little yellow egg 1534|At the end of a folded scarf 1534|Had sat without a crack. 1534|It was only a little yellow egg. 1534|And when I woke and saw 1534|The window rolled with frost, 1534|And how the moon stood up, in white, in front of the door 1534|Like a woman who's asleep, 1534|I said to myself, as I waited in my little yellow egg 1534|For the spring to come, 1534|"What's the use of bothering him? 1534|The summer waits, and the children play; 1534|My mother went to the fair last May, 1534|My father's gone away on war-time, 1534|And it won't come back again. 1534|My father took a fancy to me, 1534|He said I was his own-- 1534|And he took me here to London, 1534|For he wanted a writer, 1534|And he said, if I would write for him 1534|I should have his heart." 1534|Then I said to myself, as I waited in my little yellow egg 1534|For the spring to come, 1534|"What's the use of worrying him? 1534|We'll write for the father now. 1534|No matter what happens, 1534|When the sun mounts his throne, 1534|There will be time for our writing. 1534|Now that he's dead, 1534|We can put all his thoughts of us 1534|In one big column. 1534|They have made him the prince of songs, 1534|They have crowned him king. 1534|They have given him the clothes he wears, 1534|The crown, the cloak to wear. 1534|The children come to him by and by, 1534|His mother, too, is there. 1534|There is always time to him, 1534|The children, and my heart." 1534|And when he woke, and saw the white moon in the empty room, 1534|The white moon like a little hand, he said, "O, Father!" and she 1534|answered, not in the language of his mind, but with the language 1534|of the nightingale, 1534|"There is time for all of us, 1534|For the children, and the Father, 1534|When the sun's at his throne, 1534|When the moon is at the window, 1534|Writing new verses for us 1534|In a strange tongue that no one understands." 1534|The year has come to an end: 1534|Winter stands on the dial-stone, 1534|And says, "Shut your eyes, Child, 1534|The sun goes down in the dark." 1534|And in his hand he brings in his glass-snuffer, 1534|And in his glass says, "Who is yer?" 1534|The little Baby says, "Baby, Baby, 1534|I cannot say, I can not say, 1534|If I should say good-night, 1534|Or say good-bye to you; 1534|For all the things I've seen and done between us, 1534|Between us two, have made me know very well, 1534|That I alone am to blame," says Baby. 1534|"My father went into a fearful fright, 1534|When I heard the news that he heard. 1534|He took me by the hand and urged me, says Baby, 1534|To keep silent and to bear up. 1534|I heard the clapping of the parrot-cock, 1534|And the screech of the great cat, says Baby, 1534|And I thought the talk of the parrot-cock, 1534|And the frightful crying of the great cat, 1534|Was all that was left of me. 1534|But even this I could not bear; 1534|So I went upstairs and hid myself. 1534|My father found me in the afternoon, 1534|And he began to beat me ======================================== SAMPLE 1290 ======================================== 1304|The air around is full of clink, 1304|The clock is striking twelve, 1304|The morning breeze is up, 1304|And in the casement sits the sun. 1304|The bird is singing on the tree, 1304|The sky is like a sheet, 1304|And all is quiet as a sleep. 1304|The clock is striking twelve, 1304|The bird is singing on the tree, 1304|The sky is like a sheet, 1304|And all is quiet as a sleep. 1304|The moon at midnight in heaven is shining, 1304|The nightingale is singing in the night, 1304|The crickets' discordant chirr 'gainst chirr resonant, 1304|Like voices in mine ear, 1304|And love with love like brothers rhymes over, 1304|And nothing understood 1304|Can ever be understood. 1304|I met a traveller from a far country, 1304|His hair was as black as black can be, 1304|But he spoke little things well trained in lines 1304|That made the eyebrows of me say 'Well done!' 1304|He wore a scarf of crimson and of gray, 1304|And he sang all the day with such and such, 1304|And he was the perfect gentleman: 1304|I had a soft white hand, and a scarf of red, 1304|And a heart that was white as a down. 1304|I have been with many a soul in love 1304|That came from the other side of the sea, 1304|And I know in my heart that the best is o' the best, 1304|The soul that comes after a long time. 1304|There is a road that is bright with promise 1304|As the road to heaven for men to travel, 1304|There are blossoms in the sweet air sweet, 1304|There is peace in the heaven above, 1304|For the hope of the traveller to welcome, 1304|For the soul on the way to heaven to wait. 1304|For he shall have love for ever with him, 1304|A friend in the road to heaven and pain, 1304|And he shall have no home in the sky, 1304|But the joys of the traveller to share, 1304|To fare on the road to heaven and wait. 1304|O that the traveller who goes away 1304|Is the best that he can bring with him, 1304|And the friend of the traveller to be 1304|A friend in the road to heaven and pain! 1304|The traveller is a friend in all ways, 1304|The traveller is a dear, dear friend; 1304|And they love the traveller and hate the night, 1304|But the friend of the traveller and pain. 1304|O that the traveller who goes away 1304|Shall find the road to his heaven and rest, 1304|For the traveller must wander far and dim, 1304|But the friend of the traveller and pain. 1304|The traveller is a pilgrim from his birth, 1304|Though life's journey be light and cheer, 1304|And death is far off, and joy is but sweet 1304|If the traveller can find an evening seat. 1304|Then the traveller in heaven shall rest, 1304|And he shall not waste his strength and breath, 1304|On the road to his heaven and pain. 1304|For the traveller is a pilgrim light and weak, 1304|And all the world hath room for pain and death, 1304|But the friend of the traveller and pain. 1304|'And the traveller who goes away from me, 1304|He is like the little bird I sent, 1304|Who sings his song with dauntless wing, 1304|But he will not bring back the treasure, 1304|As I hoped he would, for years and years. 1304|And I thought that the little bird would sing 1304|Songs of hope and peace, for a little while, 1304|But he has flown away without returning 1304|And I have no hope for any birds, 1304|For the traveller must go away without him, 1304|To sleep by the road to his heaven and pain.' 1304|O if you should hear my sighing voice 1304|Cry as I go, 1304|And the white mist drift ======================================== SAMPLE 1300 ======================================== 2732|An' I could see his eyes was lightin' like a tappet 2732|That's down in some dimple in 'at alley, 2732|An' when his talk went on at vittin high, 2732|It seemed to make the water sing, 2732|An' when I watched him 'bout a month or more, 2732|Now I never quite understood it. 2732|'At once I saw he wasn't a swet 2732|Nor 'at could hold a candle to 'at I say; 2732|Nor did he make a spark a dud, 2732|Or try to sell me any more. 2732|An' when he did, an' when _he_ did, 2732|I swear that he did look _so_ smart, 2732|With that sharp eye and that tappet nose, 2732|An' his long black hair a-standin' straight 2732|An' so perfect an' so nice. 2732|An' then I saw that nose go round, 2732|An' how it went 'tween me and thee, 2732|I can't tell you, but I know 2732|There was more than a tappet there 2732|In 'twas two persons there. 2732|There was a little yellow dog, 2732|Who lived in the little wooden shed, 2732|That had a little garden, with a fence 2732|An' a little fence 'tween you an' me. 2732|Two little boys made flowers for me 2732|To tie around their little necks; 2732|There was a little mouse, and a little rat, 2732|And a fat old goose upon a wing; 2732|A little old cat sat on a stool, 2732|Swinging her rocking-chair in meditative pose; 2732|A little old cat, and a little old man, 2732|With a big stick, and a basket at their nose; 2732|A little old cat, and a little old cat, 2732|With a big stick, with a basket at their head. 2732|And if the old cat wanted to speak, 2732|She sat on her tippy toes, 2732|Watchin' the people on the sidewalk fall 2732|An' shout an' shout away. 2732|The little old cat was a lady and the little old cat 2732|The little old cat was a queen, 2732|With a soft round dimple on her chin, 2732|A satin gown that trailed so low 2732|You couldn't catch a glimpse o' her feet. 2732|She fed the ducks and she fed the lambs, 2732|And she took the babies to her milk, 2732|Until her life was almost spent, 2732|But still she lived that little old life,-- 2732|A pretty little old life! 2732|She lived for country joys-- 2732|For country fairs and cook-outs; 2732|For fields full of beans and peas, 2732|For whitening fields of buttercup,-- 2732|For all the lovely sights that be: 2732|A lovely view of the mountains 2732|And the blue of the clouds; 2732|A lovely sound of the prairies 2732|And the ripplin' of the croon, 2732|And the buzz o' the clover 2732|And the flowrin' of the rill. 2732|But what did she care for fields or summers, 2732|For tickled toes or irons,--for dusty miles 2732|An' rugged hills that rise and p'raps seem tame, 2732|The clouds an' sky an' all the pomp an' pride 2732|You never read about on pages small. 2732|She saw a face just as fair as them 2732|In the flowers an' the sunny eyes an' hair o' blond, 2732|An' it wasn't one face only, 2732|It was just YOU,--that's ME,-- 2732|My dear old Aunt Ruth, she lived on Hanover moor 2732|And ate most anything that grew. 2732|She lived a gouty muck o' healths an' brains, 2732|An' sometimes, when the sun was down 2732|She had a dream about her home on Hessenden moor, 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 1310 ======================================== 1279|An' all in a' the coaste o' the hale: 1279|Then a' the foursome beat heartes in a fury-- 1279|Their gree't--their grunting an' their rousin', 1279|An' their crookit quak, an' their tusslins squealin', 1279|Their screichit tarts, an' their soughit tans, 1279|Their granes, an' the shank, an' the bark o' their han's, 1279|Their wan's, an' the flow'rs o' their weans. 1279|Their hares an' their fancies may nane discern, 1279|Their follies may go seekin' for a sense, 1279|Or a' that gowd maks the brain sae wobbly, 1279|An' the auld sap in't frolic wi' glee. 1279|But still, wi' the clooase o' their auld gray hairs, 1279|They're a' the braw waefu' herds that nature culls, 1279|As their a' thoughts are a' o' men an' manners, 1279|Or the auld sap's o' gowd that gars the craws. 1279|Tune--"The Bozic Smithing Corps." 1279|When in the gloaming the dark clouds are fleet, 1279|And Hearst John has left the mountain's brow, 1279|Where, to the west, in roaring torrents, stream, 1279|The rugged rocks are tossing in the gale; 1279|When over the forest's dark-fac'd bank, 1279|In wild disorder, the mountain stream 1279|Flies like a torrent through the wood's dark sweep, 1279|While the brown woods and wintry heights between 1279|The furnace's glare, the torrent's roar, is heard. 1279|When on our northern mountains, like a flame, 1279|The snowy steeps of Winter's torrent leap, 1279|Rearing the mountain, as a torrent flows 1279|O'er forest, ravine, or glen, in thunder-plays; 1279|And, as up the mountain's steep, mountain, steep, 1279|The mountain stream and lake one dreary track 1279|Together go scattering down the glen: 1279|So, in his winter camp, with his guide-book, John 1279|Lies languidly, while he his roving eye 1279|Walks over the white slope of the mountains high, 1279|And thinks of every pleasure, and every pain 1279|That he shall miss; for, though his eye be bright, 1279|His heart is cold, and dark is his grey ken. 1279|Oh, woe is me! I've no light heart 1279|To the day-star's gaze to tend to thee; 1279|And I've no heart, nor strength, nor skill, 1279|To cast the shadow of thee into my fancy. 1279|How gladly would the sun 1279|Gather thro' the mountain-tops 1279|The stars that o'er our pathway steer; 1279|But the night's dark gloom consumes 1279|The day-beam, and, half-sick, 1279|I hear the lindens wailing, 1279|The dingle's curse o'er the lea: 1279|How happy, then, I'd make thee, Love! 1279|To wander thro' the linn, and pine 1279|Amid the berry-bush and myclae, 1279|Where, as my muse may fancy, 1279|The bonny-headed thorn i' the glen 1279|For brawliness is my desire: 1279|Or, o'er the mountain's brow, 1279|By lake and river, the wild deer stray; 1279|And, sweetest dove of all, 1279|The bonny-breed in her nest is laid! 1279|Now, did I tell thee true, 1279|And thou couldst tell the same, 1279|Content and blithe would I be 1279|Within thy hav'ry ever. 1279|Whate'er thou wilt, ma' dear, 1279|I'm blest to tell thee so: 1279 ======================================== SAMPLE 1320 ======================================== 19385|Ye're welcome, welcome to the North, 19385|An' wi' a cup o' kindness pour; 19385|May the bonnie lassie in your life, 19385|A bonnie friend be your ain. 19385|The lass I lo'e dear, 19385|Wha lo'es me best, 19385|She looks an' she sings to me 19385|And she wiles me awa: 19385|Oh! how wiles she charms awa 19385|My heart awa! 19385|But she looks an' she sings to me 19385|An' she wiles me awa! 19385|I'll never wed for gaet awa 19385|That sweet lassie i' my arms, 19385|But, ah! an' her wiles me awa 19385|An' her wiles me awa. 19385|Aye, though I be as young as she, 19385|I lo'e auld Scotland most; 19385|For the auld North's a kind heelant,-- 19385|For the auld South's a kind heelant; 19385|And I think that far frae heav'n's rim 19385|Heaven smiles to those on earth. 19385|For the auld naething South may well 19385|suffer a heart inordin'd; 19385|And I think that far frae heav'n's rim 19385|heaven's smiles to those on earth. 19385|The bonnie lass o' Fife, 19385|Wha lo'es but herself, 19385|She's auld, she's young, she's auld, 19385|and aye her heart's in waefu' 19385|For her darling little laddie 19385|An' his blithe heart o' cheer! 19385|For the bonnie lass o' Fife, 19385|wha lo'es but herself, 19385|She's auld, she's young, she's auld, 19385|and aye her heart's in waefu' 19385|For her darling little laddie 19385|An' his blithe heart o' cheer; 19385|O what ails the lad? 19385|I'd like an axe to kill him, maybe, 19385|Wi' some sweet pouther an' a bottle o' gin, 19385|Sae when I gae's the case. 19385|But I'm na sae hard, 19385|But I'm na sae wae, 19385|For I wouldna gie a ride wi' him, 19385|Wha's as hard as he can be! 19385|O what ails the lad? 19385|I'd like an axe to kill him, maybe, 19385|Wi' some sweet pouther an' a bottle o' gin, 19385|Sae when I gae's the case. 19385|But I'm na sae hard, 19385|But I'm na sae wae, 19385|For I wouldna gie a ride wi' him, 19385|Wha's as hard as he can be! 19385|Gie him a ride frae the Castle, O! 19385|And I vow, an' ye ride him, I shall do't; 19385|Wha will a bonnie lassie be? 19385|And I'll serve him on my platter, O! 19385|I hae a braw place in Edinburgh town, 19385|But my heart is sair troubles to think o', 19385|Maith amang Sir Hugh, a mither on his knee. 19385|"There's a lass braw an' a lass to duce, 19385|And a bonnie lass wi' the hair o' her e'e; 19385|I will have my gowd wi' the laddie on his arm; 19385|Sae I will give him a braw place in Edinburgh town." 19385|O, I hae a home in Edinburgh town 19385|Where the auld folks sit, in a fiel'; 19385|I canna tell them what things to wear, 19385|But I will bid them gie the door a lapp like a gate. 19385|The waukrife thief to the waukrife thief will gan glide, 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 1330 ======================================== 3665|To help us through the stinging hours, 3665|And with the love and care we need. 3665|So, when to-morrow rolls around, 3665|We'll go and learn to cope 3665|With every obstacle that's thrown up 3665|In front of our unheeding front,-- 3665|The lonely road that leads but _to_, 3665|By which the bushrangers go. 3665|To-night it is the holiday, 3665|My father's best and last, 3665|And to the school the only ones 3665|Who come that way for study or play. 3665|I like the school as best as I can, 3665|But there are hours of idle time, 3665|So, may I e'er attend there! 3665|We read the Bible; it's a book 3665|That fills our souls with terror; 3665|It cries, "Fight on, though hopeless, 3665|For the victory O Lord!" 3665|The children weep as eagerly. 3665|Their tears are shed on me; 3665|They take my hand in theirs, and cry, 3665|"The end is sure, we know!" 3665|O may I e'er come back again 3665|And learn the word _Hope_! 3665|For most of us it is God knows 3665|What is my _Hope_? It is that smile 3665|Our fathers felt, before the Lord 3665|Became incarnate--a vision so sweet 3665|That, though life seems all unkind, 3665|We should live to see him come again 3665|When He returns each soul to us. 3665|I know not if he come at night, 3665|When people are at rest; 3665|'Tis but as life a moment brings 3665|That he appears; 3665|It is but as shadows dim 3665|The light that now is dying. 3665|How will my Father know? 3665|He cannot see my hope! 3665|I hear my footsteps nigh. 3665|But then He sees my face! 3665|The sight of him will lift my heart 3665|A little from its trance, 3665|And make it, like some gentle power, 3665|More tender than before. 3665|Oh! to be seen of Him! 3665|He cannot fail to love! 3665|The sight of Him will make me less 3665|A thing of earth, than He 3665|Who knows my childlike bliss 3665|And loves me, while I lie 3665|A sleeping sleeping child. 3665|A child-like fear will then arise 3665|And fill my soul with dread 3665|Of sinning once again, 3665|Until I reach the brink, 3665|Of death by senseless shame 3665|And wretchedness and wrong. 3665|But, Father, Thou wilt not fail, 3665|Sealing his love within 3665|The Eternal Everlasting, 3665|Whose throne is in the sky. 3665|No doubt can change my heart; 3665|I do not fear to die, 3665|For how could I look on the abyss 3665|At the mercy of God? 3665|I will not think of the grave, 3665|Since I might die ere I was able 3665|To seek a pass from the Lord, 3665|But I'll pray for the grace to overcome 3665|The sin of blasphemy. 3665|I will not seek for heaven, 3665|Since I should be unable to reach heaven, 3665|But I will pray for the power 3665|To make my soul divine 3665|To sit at His feet. 3665|The night is ending soon. 3665|The stars are beginning to peep; 3665|And the dark is beginning to peer 3665|Above the thick snow; 3665|But the wind in the tree-tops sings, 3665|And the birds are blithely singing 3665|Their best, the songs of May; 3665|And on the dimly lighted sky 3665|A star-penned bird, 3665|Has come to bring us good news 3665|From the Master of Life. 3665|Oh, he is so hale and hearty ======================================== SAMPLE 1340 ======================================== 1304|The birds are on the wing! 1304|The spring is sweet and fair, 1304|It is the time of gladness; 1304|The heart of man is joyful, 1304|And man's the least of joys. 1304|And though he have an ugly face, 1304|And wears a dirty shawl, 1304|There is no foulness in his mind, 1304|And no sin in his life. 1304|He may be dull and backward-looking, 1304|And his heart may not beat; 1304|But he is cheerful all the time, 1304|As a lark is cheerful springing. 1304|And I love to see him glad, 1304|And to hear him say, 1304|As that poor old crow he chants 1304|Among the corn and wheat, 1304|That he was fed at Middletown, 1304|And all the way to Warren. 1304|His breast is never weary 1304|Of feeding poor and rich, 1304|And his thoughts run forward kindly 1304|As the sun up the hill-side. 1304|He sees, he listens, he asks with delight, 1304|For he knows not how, yet he overhears what God has willed. 1304|To the tune of "The Good Time of the Year!" 1304|The sun is down, the trees are shaded, 1304|The brook is dead; 1304|The brook, the tree and dog 1304|Are lying silent without a stir. 1304|The brook is laid. 1304|The sky is gray and chill; 1304|It was a bright day's business; 1304|And now 't is dark. 1304|The brook is light and green 1304|As any shoot; 1304|It is never darker than a single feather. 1304|There was a time to laugh and a time to weep 1304|When the old time was right; 1304|It chanced so long ago 1304|That we all did sleep, 1304|But now we are awake 1304|To dream our dreams! 1304|For now we know 1304|That Time is but a dream: 1304|And the Good Time of the Year 1304|Is gone away. 1304|It made a great noise in the house, 1304|Out by the garden wall; 1304|In the garden it was shouting and barking, 1304|And the dogs were a-courting. 1304|The door flew open by the gable; 1304|The mouse was a-drawing near, 1304|And I knew right away that the cat was too. 1304|And what is the matter? 1304|Nothing at all! 1304|It only makes you so bolder. 1304|No, no; 1304|You are getting a little wilder. 1304|Why, what do you suppose? 1304|And why should I prove to what you represent 1304|That I am content 1304|And happy as you are? 1304|I do not know; 1304|I would rather be a naughty elf, 1304|Than be so brave as you are! 1304|The dog was a-cheekin' on the pillow, 1304|"I'd better take her out," said he; 1304|But the cat was a-shakin', 1304|And she said, "What is't, Mr. Dog? 1304|Why it's you I fear. 1304|If you do that, you will please me, 1304|And, at the petting of the feet, 1304|You may make your love more light." 1304|The dog was a-snailin', 1304|"I wouldn't mind at all, Mr. Rat. 1304|Let me say, I am a woman, 1304|And the mouse looked right through me; 1304|I thought you might be pleased to see me, 1304|But you'll be no pleasure me. 1304|I'll go to bed, then; 1304|I will go to bed. 1304|I'll go to bed, then; 1304|I will go to bed." 1304|I can't help it, I've done it enough. 1304|So, my dear dog, you've taken my ======================================== SAMPLE 1350 ======================================== 16059|El árbol del césped altivo. 16059|_La gente de un vieja, 16059|Y la segur de los ecos 16059|Con cuanto alto insano 16059|Y confuso en las almas, 16059|Que al fin en el mundo 16059|El que poco al cielo 16059|Más fuerte y al golpe._ 16059|En medio de la aire? 16059|¡Ah! ¡do vuestro vuelo, 16059|Sobre su pena maldito, 16059|Cervo su vencimiento, 16059|Por los pesareros también! 16059|¡Te diría, te diría! 16059|¡Cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|¡Te diría, te diría! 16059|¡Eh! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|Que muy bien me alabaréis! 16059|¡Te diría, te diría! 16059|¡Ay! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|¡Te diría, te diría! 16059|¡Eh! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|Que muy belleza infundeis! 16059|Ella es mío, doquier que viene 16059|No sabéis de jaspes, 16059|De los que le férreo me empieza, 16059|¡Te diría, te diría! 16059|¡Eh! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|Que miedo de témigo había! 16059|Si me poco el vírpico roto 16059|Me se asegurme su esperanza, 16059|Tiene por los hondos no en vuelo, 16059|También con su dulce aviso. 16059|_¡Te diría, te diría!_� 16059|El alma, do quieriste á mí 16059|Ni eterno es su frente al cielo. 16059|Querétequesa, dobleztla lluno, 16059|Y de lágrimas llamas de tu lado. 16059|_¡Eh! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|Que miedo de témigo había!_ 16059|Sobre su pena maldito, 16059|Sobre su pena maldito, 16059|En la tierra se veía 16059|Y á mi señor no lágrimas. 16059|¡Do quiera fiesta! 16059|Saldinandáis al alborio 16059|El dulce de ira llamo; 16059|En su esparcible de nieve 16059|No viáezéis á pascua, 16059|Ni viácias á pasar. 16059|No en verano, te parto: 16059|No ví, que es á mi nombre, 16059|Que no quiero vuestra tú. 16059|¡Eh! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|Te veísimo en el misterio; 16059|Ni la niña te oprimía; 16059|Y te llaman porque bien. 16059|_¡Eh! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes!_ 16059|Ya nos mis ojos la cima, 16059|Más que el oro loco más fuerte 16059|Que á mi alma y tu mano no te se llamanáis. 16059|¡Buena estoy de mis ojos, 16059|Bana días, dolor de mis ojos! 16059|¡Buena de mis ojos! 16059|¡Buena de mis ojos! 16059|O ======================================== SAMPLE 1360 ======================================== 24869|Fell, fell the King, the great of name, 24869|And blotted out with dreadful dread 24869|The fair, fair city of Ithaca. 24869|As to the mountain where the fire 24869|Sinks when the smith by magic wrought, 24869|So, when that glorious city lay, 24869|All Gods and spirits fled in fear. 24869|Then with her brother Ráma’s aid, 24869|With all the aid that royal power 24869|Could by its own might overpower, 24869|Till earth and heaven were left desolate, 24869|In Sítá’s faith, in Sítá’s strength, 24869|The dames and sages fled away 24869|With all their thoughts and senses mixed, 24869|With all their love and all their pride. 24869|But Ráma, fierce of heart, and wroth 24869|That in the city of Uñasthan 24869|The wives of all the Gods had fled 24869|Against the summons he assailed, 24869|Sought to overthrow the wise 24869|Faith of the mother of the men 24869|By her foul counsels brought for naught. 24869|But fierce his wrath and furious grew, 24869|And for his wife’s deceivèd pride, 24869|He hurled the city into flame 24869|And smote the women of the day. 24869|They sought the city with long pace, 24869|All with the flames of flaming fire, 24869|And all to meet their lord and guide 24869|By fire and flame on all sides rushed. 24869|To every side the giant lord, 24869|Beside a spacious lake he paced, 24869|The people gathered round him who 24869|Had heard his voice and seen his form. 24869|Canto IV. Rávan’s Speech. 24869|Through the soft air of morn he came 24869|Where women and men lay in wait 24869|For Rávaṇ with an impious will 24869|To murder him by deadly snare. 24869|And while the mighty Ráma gazed 24869|With eager eyes which no reproach touched, 24869|At length upon the envoys he 24869|Came threatening words in evil hue: 24869|“Come back, O women born and bred, 24869|And tell the king: the hand I lay 24869|That slew my brother, and the blood 24869|Which through my veins I drank and shed 24869|To Vishṇu in his hollow grave, 24869|I am his bride, and he is slain. 24869|Fled is the prince, and banished hence 24869|His wrath against me and his pride. 24869|I will not slay him through the dregs 24869|Of his life and mine and all our power, 24869|But he must perish, as the word 24869|Viratá, or Khara to thee said. 24869|I will not yet allow him death, 24869|Nor long abide where he may lie. 24869|I will avenge the death of thee 24869|And all my kindred, each and all.” 24869|He ceased; and every woman knew 24869|For him the speech a mortal spake. 24869|But when the hero to the spot 24869|Of Míthilá, the river-ford(272) saw, 24869|Through her desire to aid him cried, 24869|As a vast river sweeps along 24869|Before the mighty wind: “Not so, 24869|My love, but save the king of men. 24869|He, with his life at stake, defends 24869|The right of all the Gods to sway. 24869|Avenge thee, Indra, if thee fear; 24869|For thou, the world’s chief and best, 24869|Must yield to thy devîta now.” 24869|Thus she her speech and love renewed, 24869|And with her tears and earnest prayer 24869|To Indra turned, while all the air 24869|Heard and returned her answer where 24869|Thought he “Aye, be the mightiest King.” 24869|The envoys heard the words she said, 24869|And ======================================== SAMPLE 1370 ======================================== 1745|Whom this Angel of fairest countrey 1745|Doth so demeile in His celestial work, 1745|That in all graces he seems to languish; 1745|Yet is His felicitie and highnesse 1745|Warm and plenteous, without all decrease. 1745|He, of all Living creatures, frugal 1745|To Man, most just, though just to fall, 1745|For mercy seemd, not for deserts, 1745|But meritorious deeds afterward 1745|(So gens hye and small) with grace divine 1745|Drawn from his owne Sacriledge, voutsaf't 1745|With pittances due, and pious poure 1745|Of altars fit, to appeare hisoure 1745|With holy altars, rites devout, 1745|Vessels appertaining unto God, 1745|Vim let him fayre vp, fittest to thir kinde: 1745|He, if so be his conscience just, 1745|Shall live eternall, and at his lik! 1745|Say, holiest Muses, shall not God 1745|These happy twinkling worlds affording gladness, 1745|And every place prepare, to him appearre, 1745|Blithe as the sun, where he approaceth pure, 1745|Which oft, as thou hast seen and seene, is faire; 1745|Fit place for Heaun to come forth and sit, 1745|Fit place for to go forth and take his fill. 1745|Where He that framed all things, all is His, 1745|And He that formd them all, all is His; 1745|Where He that pourtracst light, all is His; 1745|There He playn His part, and all things there did please; 1745|All playn His part, and all things He pleasaunce, 1745|Rash man, unmanly felicity, 1745|Here tunefullly to spoile another man; 1745|All is His play, He spoiles other men too. 1745|What though on strange occasions, my Madam, 1745|Thy gentle heart, so freind, doth easily 1745|Overgrow with importunate despight, 1745|And when the heart's delight is past away 1745|Thoughts of it now bereft thee, and find vent 1745|In thoughts of dead affection farre excesse? 1745|But, my deere Love, for thy selfe I trow, 1745|It shall be treble dear, so pleas'd, so proude: 1745|That ever, when death thy selfe encloud, 1745|Thy heart in thee for to be dead confound, 1745|It shall for thy selfe in death be cloven; 1745|And the same power shall in death it fuse, 1745|Which now compunceth thee and Me for to live. 1745|So told I by some uncertain prophecyes, 1745|Whiche, flying, like to serpents wringing thorns, 1745|Drew every one from me; but, strange to relate, 1745|The seraphim vndice not to death their prey, 1745|But to the grave with all their might attend; 1745|Save that one, whom my Spirit late heard sing 1745|In my Empyreal Hall, whose name it is 1745|A little space, who now in tomb is tun'd, 1745|Forgetfull of all mortal part; yet I 1745|Lead gaue and hospitably hospitably 1745|All joyce to him, that here may rest him hymned. 1745|And her vnspired she stille was of patience, 1745|And much content, and much of mirth and glee, 1745|As schewed this thing out; and so upon foote 1745|(Her spirit leap), full soon as she was near, 1745|Into my bosom did she all my soul ensew, 1745|And brought me to a state wherein I thought 1745|Him only my Soul love, and me his mind; 1745|And in my mind mine owne selfe I sete apart, 1745|To love him as my selfe, and follow his steps 1745|As my ======================================== SAMPLE 1380 ======================================== 37649|And all her life was happy and sweet. 37649|Aye, and in the midst of all bewailing! 37649|'T is hard to tell! 37649|The world is made, that she may walk in it, 37649|A happy spirit, for to know it. 37649|For to see, that is the end and beginning, 37649|The crown and the end of all creation. 37649|Ah! that we had not that which we have been: 37649|The joy, that is for life and for desire, 37649|The terror, that is for sorrow and pain, 37649|The grief, that is for heaven and for hell, 37649|The terror, that is for death and mischance. 37649|But our is hard-made, and that should be seen; 37649|And it is no wonder if the world's 37649|That, for this woman, to keep her in tune, 37649|Keeps her in tune by the heart's best means. 37649|And then her voice of a wonderous sweetness! 37649|Ah! that it was there! 37649|And then her eyes! Oh, the eyes! the eyes!-- 37649|That were so full of light, with so beauteous gleam! 37649|And then her brow! How white! How dark! So white! 37649|And then her cheek! Her pale, tender cheek! 37649|Aye, and her brow! Oh, the brow! the brow! 37649|How dark,--oh, how dark! As if the stars, 37649|And the moon, and the stars were gossips, 37649|And hid in clouds their love-scenes through: 37649|And the earth's love like the woman's was strange, 37649|But her heart's love like a secret light. 37649|There was a word in the world that no soul, 37649|Being too great to speak of, and being too small 37649|To feel, a word might pass between a man and woman. 37649|This word was Love. And to be loved is an alien thing. 37649|Nor was Love only an animal birth; 37649|For, speaking of Love, a man might say--"I am Love." 37649|For, speaking of Love, a woman might say--"I am he." 37649|And even the passionless heart in the bosom which presses 37649|One cold white flower from the waterless, thirsty earth 37649|Might call itself Love, being a part of the Love of God. 37649|And all the passionless love in the heart--which is Love's-- 37649|Were part of a single flower-flower that died, 37649|Died to bloom in the world of one passion, and shone 37649|Out through the passion of Love on the world of men. 37649|The voice that is the voice of a man, 37649|He who speaks is the poet in tune 37649|With the life of the world whom he ras'ls. 37649|The voice that is the voice of a woman, 37649|She who saith is the woman in daw'rs, 37649|Her face is the face of the day and night; 37649|And the voice that is the voice of a child 37649|Is God's voice in the child's heart. 37649|O women, for women's sakes, 37649|As wise women were, that you spak. 37649|O men, for men's sake, be just, 37649|And be wise in your ways as you go. 37649|I do not doubt but that in the end 37649|The world will come to an end; 37649|And men grown dull, and wives grown old, 37649|Shall find their place once more. 37649|But, look you, he who sits here, 37649|To whose eyes and by whose side 37649|The world is all a-thunder 37649|In such a way, 37649|Must have a mind not dim, 37649|And will find a joy to behold 37649|In such a thing. 37649|He cannot do it in a moment 37649|As he sees the days grow old; 37649|But who hath lived a life all full of hope 37649|In such a way, 37649|Has not lost the way. 37649|If you would ======================================== SAMPLE 1390 ======================================== 27401|That she and he might never cease 27401|By night and day to be apart 27401|In the old churchyard of the spring 27401|And hear the wind-harp of the vine 27401|And watch the moon-shapes of the wood 27401|And smell the breath of dawn; 27401|Till she and she alone 27401|Must wait and watch and watch 27401|Till time and space shall cease 27401|To be and be dissolved away 27401|Into a new delight. 27401|Ah, who can tell 27401|How long in that pale world alone 27401|He waited and watched and watched? 27401|Ah, who-- 27401|How long in such a world so deep 27401|The love to whom the world is kind 27401|Has seen all beauty pass away 27401|And loved all hearts to grief! 27401|Who can say 27401|How long that dusky world and gay 27401|Their flowers have held the sun and flowers 27401|And touched his heart to music? 27401|Who can say 27401|If he has ever loved this world 27401|Or else has loved because of it, 27401|Or yet because it is kind? 27401|Ah, what has been, or what can be, 27401|This summer day or to-morrow 27401|Save the wild light of the rose 27401|That hung on the dead leaves still 27401|Above the dead years of him 27401|That longed to be a poet? 27401|Ah, what has been, what can be, 27401|This sun-filled earth or to be, 27401|Or any such day of spring! 27401|What has been, what can be, 27401|This life of him that was; 27401|The spirit or the flesh that felt 27401|This summer day or to-morrow 27401|The spirit or the flesh that loved: 27401|The song of a bird or flower, 27401|The breath of the earth or sky, 27401|The spirit or the flesh that thought 27401|What summer day or what to-morrow 27401|Should thrill the world with spring? 27401|Ah, what has been, what can be, 27401|This death of him that was, 27401|This life or flesh that dies, 27401|This death or flesh that dies. 27401|What has been, what can be, 27401|This life or flesh that dies; 27401|This death; for this, and every death, 27401|Love lives anew for aye, 27401|But for his soul whereof it dies, 27401|Love lives in nothing nor mirth: 27401|Love lives for love that dies, 27401|And life, for the life that dies. 27401|There was a light to be seen, 27401|Shining or sunk in shade; 27401|No cloudlet to be seen 27401|In the sunset's misty bed; 27401|No speck for star to seek, 27401|In the twilight's sullen shade; 27401|For all things else enjoyed, 27401|The green grasses past them bore; 27401|The sky above them passed, 27401|The earth beneath them lay. 27401|Then, a maiden there did stand, 27401|Like the first star to rise, 27401|Like the first wind to be 27401|The first to make an end: 27401|She sat her down beside 27401|Like the flower of all the year. 27401|Like the wind of all the world 27401|She did lie 'neath the sky; 27401|And as one in dream doth sit 27401|And one above her stands; 27401|So the world between them met 27401|On the mountain-sward's height: 27401|And the mountain-sighing made 27401|For the last time that night 27401|An end of rest to life: 27401|So the maiden at the skies 27401|Did watch, the mountain's sigh, 27401|Till the sunrise's breath made plain 27401|What the maiden did there. 27401|At the beginning of light and of day, 27401|When the sun first began to rise 27401|In the east and the dawn to show 27401|And the earth made face ======================================== SAMPLE 1400 ======================================== 3023|There is a great, deep sea, 3023|'Tis the heart of earth, 3023|The wave the grave; 3023|But the wave can never fall 3023|From out the grave! 3023|Hark! I hear a cry, 3023|And a voice is screaming, 3023|And in the midst of all, I hear a footstep come 3023|Like the echo of something heard before, 3023|Though I never can guess who it may be. 3023|I always look before and behind, 3023|Not trusting my ears or my eyes, 3023|For the blind worm eats himself to death, 3023|And 'twixt earth and sky he trod, for days and days. 3023|And if in my heart there were no wings, 3023|Could I ever hope to fly? 3023|Oh, say, will the Devil know? 3023|If my heart is not alive, 3023|Why did He send me away? 3023|If my heart is not alive, 3023|Or my eyes be shut to see, 3023|Is this the land where I was torn and torn? 3023|To whom so stern and grave a fate was read. 3023|Thou knowest, my Lord--Thou knowest how well-- 3023|For the soul in its body must pass through the fire. 3023|A soul that is torn into pieces is dead. 3023|The fire has consumed it, with one small spark, 3023|As a spark, and will never more be seen to flame. 3023|Thou art here, my Lord, though thou comest swift 3023|To thy fiery lair in a fire-shot spire. 3023|And thy soul there, as well thy last, bright ray, 3023|Upon this altar dim, doth burn for evermore. 3023|(To an apparition) 3023|"Come, friend! for, see on either hand 3023|The old and the new Ghent wall!" 3023|(To the ghost of William Morris) 3023|Hark! what a fearful thing is this! 3023|This flame so wild and dark! 3023|Is William Morris then approaching? 3023|Sink down, my soul, and hide thee! 3023|My heart's afire with glory 3023|I see not, I see not, 3023|"Come, friend! for behold on either hand 3023|The old and the new Ghent wall." 3023|(At the baron's side.) 3023|I must away, my soul! 3023|I fear the dire event. I must away! 3023|I am not afraid of Death! I am not fear'd! 3023|In a dozen years I shall see him again! 3023|I shall see him as before,--the kind old friend! 3023|Thou didst not fear him! Thou didst not fear him then! 3023|But thou,--as thou wert wont,--thou didst not see! 3023|He will do to thee what he will to others. 3023|How strange! How strange! I shall see him once more! 3023|I am alone! I am alone! 3023|I saw these walls aglow; 3023|And here I stand! The walls are open'd wide, 3023|And from their inner chambers, a gush of light 3023|Like blood from Hell appears, and a loud blast! 3023|O earth, I see thee rising round! 3023|Thy awful aspect is too! 3023|It is thy self! 3023|'Tis only thy self thus! 3023|Then wherefore, earth, so fair? 3023|Thy forms I saw once plump, 3023|And round, and soft! are vanish'd now forever! 3023|I weep at thy fall. 3023|For what? A living soul-- 3023|The spirit's form that thou didst once possess. 3023|The fair one, who was so gracious, was slain! 3023|The pale, cold corpse is lie along the ground: 3023|The white and blushing snow-white snow-whale dies! 3023|Thy soul is with thee, thou beautiful form! 3023|A mighty sorrow is this! 3023|Thou art not there. 3023| ======================================== SAMPLE 1410 ======================================== I see the gleam of swords 29700|And spears, but the battle's not begun. 29700|Yet a great land's distress is great 29700|If but one poor child should lose her dam. 29700|And he died not for nothing, God! 29700|A life without Him was a sin. 29700|Oh! let us mourn his peaceful rest, 29700|And take up our lamentation here. 29700|They stand on the border of the plain 29700|In the silent moonlight and the stars. 29700|Their shining arms enwrapped them round, 29700|And their hearts are brave as their great spears. 29700|They mount the shining bridle of time, 29700|The shield the sword laid on their breast. 29700|Their horses bleed within their veins, 29700|Their blood runs on in silver flow. 29700|Their steeds have been in many a fray; 29700|And many a horse has been borne down; 29700|But the steeds they lifted were 29700|Stricken in ambush and in fight. 29700|So the steeds, that were the steeds of Rome, 29700|Were masters of the nations all. 29700|Their foaming steeds at times drove 29700|The stony spears that smote their foes. 29700|The swift-footed Clytius, that was bold 29700|And fierce as the storm and the night, 29700|Shall bear a harder corse on his breast. 29700|His hoofs have cloven the earth; his hoofs 29700|Have driven the heather and the foam, 29700|And he shall rest on his mountain crest, 29700|And his sword on his sword-sheath pressed, 29700|For his death was the pith of all his praise. 29700|The ancient Lancelot, he, the king, 29700|The leader of old Arthur's host, 29700|That was first in the fray and the fight, 29700|His sword, a crimson red, shall be pressed, 29700|And his eyes on the sunlit sea, 29700|Where the Lancelot of old shone free. 29700|From that cloud-lit land, and from that sea 29700|That shone with glory o'er the strife, 29700|A thousand tidings of victory! 29700|But these shall we give not for that man 29700|Who laid the ancient sword of David down 29700|In our great name, and whose deeds were noble. 29700|Oh! we will give but this: the pride 29700|And the glory of his race of men. 29700|The sword that he drew in the battle 29700|Was but the shield of a bold old man, 29700|And the world knows not if knightly deeds 29700|Made war so dear as they have done. 29700|So many are the proud and the wise, 29700|So many and great the great, 29700|Who have fallen in the battle, 29700|Who have passed from the story tall. 29700|But a name is not a weapon, 29700|Tho' stout and strong and free 29700|As that of Lancelot of Goldilick, 29700|And the blade of the King of the Sea. 29700|I saw ye on the morn 29700|The light from the altar's face: 29700|I knew the name ye bore, 29700|And knew the face that raised it. 29700|Ye gathered here in the wood 29700|With a love of the holy place, 29700|And this was the solemn word 29700|Ye spoke upon the morn. 29700|"I have known your name, Lord Christ, 29700|And your face again, 29700|And a little way away 29700|I saw your name and the face 29700|And the face on which it burned. 29700|"So I remember and praise, 29700|But I cannot forget 29700|The life-long search I made. 29700|I have followed the light, 29700|But no eye has caught it yet. 29700|"God is sweet and good, 29700|But my heart is athirst, 29700|And my soul is athirst, 29700|And in the world's ocean 29700|They cannot find it full." 29700|My heart is as the sea, 29700 ======================================== SAMPLE 1420 ======================================== 1381|The loon of the moon! 1381|In the night, to me, 1381|The air was full of stars; 1381|The wild bird piped upon the branch, 1381|And the blackbird, tuned his song 1381|To the sweetest note 1381|That ever a lark knew! 1381|And I heard it ring, above the sea, 1381|In the land of the dreaming sea, 1381|In the land of the dreaming stars! 1381|A star is born when the summer moon 1381|Is full in the sky: she wets her tears 1381|To kiss the star and sigh to hear 1381|One sigh from a thousand stars. 1381|A star is born when a nightingale 1381|Sings in a blue-bell tree; and she 1381|With such a song and such a tune 1381|Fills all the fragrant heart of the wood 1381|With such a fragrance as is there, 1381|And she sings in the heart of it. 1381|A star is born when on the wildest seas 1381|An Indian maiden dances alone, 1381|Pale as a ghost in the moon's eclipse, 1381|And the stars and the wind sing from the foam; 1381|And as the moon is dimmed in the heaving deeps, 1381|The heart of the maiden lies high and free, 1381|Shaking her curls in the beating breeze, 1381|And her eyes are bright with ecstasy. 1381|A star is born when the wind-flower sings, 1381|Or the hawthorn bathes in dew; 1381|And the nightingale sings like a bird in the sky, 1381|And all the stars and the nightingale ring, 1381|And the heart of the wind-flower sings. 1381|A star is born when the snow-white swan 1381|Drops her white soul to the river: 1381|And the winds and the water sing with glee, 1381|And the white swan lifts her face to the sun, 1381|And the stars sing out in the glory of day: 1381|And the heart of the swan is happy in heaven, 1381|And the heart of the river sings in the sun! 1381|The day, the clear day, 1381|Is dead in my heart; 1381|And the night, the dark night, - 1381|Is dead in my blood! 1381|The day will never die, 1381|The dark will never die, 1381|The blood will never die! 1381|The night will never sleep, 1381|On the roof or the stair, 1381|In my heart, or the light, 1381|Or in the dark night! 1381|My heart is heavy-heavy in the night, 1381|My blood is racing in my veins; 1381|By the night of my life I shall cry 1381|For her who has died for me! 1381|Oh, for a light, a spark of love, 1381|To light my spirit on its way - 1381|How will my heart grow heavy, 1381|At my heart, for the death of her! 1381|She was fair as the evening, and free 1381|As the air of summer, when a dream 1381|Of beauty lies in the air on high 1381|And is not broken, but is stilled, and still! 1381|Like a star on the sunset, she is gone; 1381|Like a dream on the evening of the day, 1381|She passed us in our happy youth: but she! 1381|Hither she came with a smile for her brow, 1381|And a voice in the darkness where she stood 1381|Said, 'Tis a gift to the child that has grown!' - 1381|And the heart that the sunshine with happiness 1381|Filled never has left the light of her smile. 1381|'O sweet child, my darling!' 'Yes, my love!' 1381|She said, and smiled to our love; and the wind 1381|Was still, and the shadows held her fair form; 1381|'A gift!' 'Yes, a gift:' and the light flew o'er. 1381|'Oh, the night is dark, and the dark night dark.' ======================================== SAMPLE 1430 ======================================== 1054|With a good ole kyngis ase vys 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase: 1054|There was ase in alle the hall 1054|Of mylde Lincorse, and of Collybrien, 1054|With that other lad and that same lad, 1054|With manye moone that were there; 1054|With a good ole kyngis and ase vys 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase: 1054|They were all on their way to the kyrk, 1054|To the kyrk, to the kyrk, with that good ole kyngis, 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys. 1054|With a good ole kyngis and ase vys 1054|They goe to the kyrk, to the kyrk, 1054|With that good ole kyngeis and ase vys, 1054|Sud wert thou the king of an tyde 1054|And were I your true lode, 1054|I pray you both, o'er my head to hauden and hye, 1054|And euery knave that was tane 1054|By this my good ole kyngeis and ase vys 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys. 1054|With a good ole kyngis and ase vys 1054|By this my good ole kyngeis and ase vys. 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys 1054|Farewell my kyngeis and my kye, 1054|Farewell my hart and my bow, 1054|And if ever that you see, 1054|For that I have departed by the bye; 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys. 1054|If ever the kynge was mende, 1054|With my good hammer of the best, 1054|And for the cause that ever I may be 1054|Hew the kynge, hit is hit full fyker; 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys. 1054|O fortunedenly, you know, 1054|With the hammer of the best 1054|That he so mote in the ende, 1054|And for the cause that ever I may be 1054|Hew the kynge, hit is hit ful grett: 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a se, 1054|As the day was ended that day, 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a bost; 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a gost 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a vyt. 1054|Farewell, farewell, my hart and bow, 1054|Farewell, farewell, my hart and sore; 1054|And eftsoones I shall to your ain be 1054|Wyll and mare, and so fare ye on, 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a syt. 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a skyr, 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a stoure; 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a thyr 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a tre; 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a bost, 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a delyt. 1054|Come, come, and be your lady my man, 1054|We be twa for to singe the lea; 1054|And I wil sing it with a soure 1054|Wyll, my good man and vyce, 1054|That ever she was, or ever she go 1054|By the way of the weny ======================================== SAMPLE 1440 ======================================== 29357|At my heart she said; 29357|"Oh, it makes us happy, 29357|But you would give 29357|More than any one could ask, I am afraid. 29357|You said you loved me, mother dear, 29357|You always did; 29357|Just one look at Mrs. Riddell's face would make 29357|You understand." 29357|Oh, it makes us happy, 29357|But it's a pity 29357|You loved her in the first place and then forgot. 29357|You said you loved her in the way the wind goes! 29357|Yes, you'd like to have 29357|Riddell there with you, her child, her old friend and neighbour; 29357|She'd love you like that-- 29357|And, if she loved you, you would understand. 29357|You said, you loved her for her cheek of rose-- 29357|How lovely it grew! 29357|Oh, it made her happy, 29357|But it's a pity 29357|You ever loved her! You would think it wrong 29357|To think her dead. 29357|So, we all always had your love in trust, 29357|And you loved her, dear, 29357|Like a simple bird, with never a trace of pain. 29357|That made all the difference between her and the rest, 29357|When all their lives, you know, 29357|Have been a continuous song of pleasure. 29357|If you were here, mother, with me, dear, 29357|I'd do exactly as you told; 29357|And I'd try to make it every day 29357|In every single thing. 29357|I'd take her out at noon, 29357|And walk about the wood 29357|As if, from head to foot, 29357|She wanted to get out! 29357|I'd play the violin so, 29357|And sometimes play it pretty well; 29357|And sometimes play it wrong, 29357|And sometimes play it all the same. 29357|I'd like to be a piano-player, 29357|And every night would go, 29357|Like any mother, to the woods for quiet, 29357|And lie and watch till it was time for sleep, 29357|And never, never go to bed. 29357|I'd like to be a violinist, 29357|And do as I were told 29357|Through every kind of music-tune; 29357|And dance the whole of the time! 29357|I'd play the harpsichord so, 29357|And sometimes play it pretty well; 29357|And sometimes play it wrong, 29357|And sometimes play it all the same. 29357|I'd like to be a lute-player, 29357|And play all night the while I sleep, 29357|And play the best I could 29357|With all the instruments I owned. 29357|The birds would be here--the pretty birds; 29357|And how I'd love to be 29357|Just one of them, and go! just one of them! 29357|No, not for me; _not_ for me! 29357|The frogs would come up to meet me, 29357|Piggy-wrens, jays, swallows, too, 29357|And squirrels all and rhinos-- 29357|I'd stay away from there! _I'd stay away from there!_ 29357|So, I'd never go there! 29357|I'd stay away! 29357|But if I did, 29357|It wasn't very fair! 29357|I'd find it rather sad, wouldn't you? 29357|And it's worse if I did! 29357|The cats wouldn't go near me, never! 29357|But then, the mice 29357|They'd snarl, and scold, and bite, and bite, 29357|And so on! It wouldn't be very kind, 29357|It wouldn't be very right! 29357|I'd stay away! 29357|The ducks and hawks would all be here; 29357|And I'd try to go to all of them; 29357|All the mice would scold and bite, 29357|And I'd eat the rotten wood, 29357|And play all the time. ======================================== SAMPLE 1450 ======================================== 1287|Then, the good mother and the good girl 1287|Filled the vessel full and up they flew. 1287|But their flight, alas, was not so quick, 1287|Since the ship was too heavy for her, 1287|As the poor girl to make at one leap. 1287|Thus when the mother first was lifted 1287|Up into the window in delight, 1287|As her arms, outstretched for her daughter's embrace, 1287|Clasped her, "Woe is me! what fortune!" she cried. 1287|Beside her, with a wail of despair, 1287|Lonely and distraught stood the maiden. 1287|And when in the dawn, at the gate of day, 1287|The maids began in chorus to sing, 1287|And as the maiden made her way up 1287|To their father, who in turn was praying, 1287|In the midst a stone was planted 1287|That the day-god's stones might not hide. 1287|Thus, to the gate her arms were being given; 1287|The stone, and with the song the maiden's praying. 1287|At the threshold then came the maiden,-- 1287|"My father, let me in now! 1287|For my father will no longer wait, 1287|But will open for my sake 1287|Right unto the gate of day." 1287|Thus she spoke, but her voice was feeble. 1287|Then the old man's heart was filled 1287|With the keenness of a keen poniard. 1287|He took up the maiden then, 1287|To his house and all his household gave. 1287|Thence she passed into her father's dwelling, 1287|And in sooth was of a happy mien,-- 1287|But sad, with her wan cheek was she 1287|And wan was her white body-cloth: 1287|"Come, father, in my stead, I entreat!" 1287|(As she softly pressed her white hand to his, 1287|And spoke in low sweet tones). 1287|"Take me with thee, come!" the lad replied. 1287|Then a smile o'ertook the maiden's lips, 1287|And she said,--"I will surely take thee"! 1287|From his hand the maiden raised her fair head, 1287|And with rapture kissed her lips. 1287|But his own cheek was white, with anguish stung, 1287|And "Woe!" he cried, "what shall we do? 1287|For, oh, I loathe thy looks and tones." 1287|And then she turned away and silently 1287|Leaped from her father's arms into the street, 1287|And in silence cried,--"To the window, father!" 1287|Then the old carol she made her own, 1287|And, as she sang, with all her might, 1287|The white lips trembled and the maiden's bosom beat. 1287|There, with folded arms in pain, 1287|The aged miser stood to hear; 1287|While with heart-felt sorrow he wept, 1287|And on the floor she placed her bower. 1287|Then with eyes downcast, in state array, 1287|She led his steps from home to dwell; 1287|And in such mood he came, as he thought, 1287|To the fair temple's inner court, 1287|Where, with trembling thoughts, his wife he found; 1287|And her in sorrow came with him, 1287|And the aged miser's heart is breaking. 1287|"Dear wife, I come, and bring with me, 1287|For the beggar child, a very costly pair of shoes, 1287|For the beggar child, a very expensive pair of shoes; 1287|For the beggar child, a very costly pair of shoes." 1287|She went, with many tears a-tingling, 1287|And, as she went, a maiden fair she made 1287|The old miser's heart to melt into tears, 1287|And cried,--"To the shrine of love with joy 1287|I, and my darling, soon shall dwell!" 1287|And then the old miser's steps she raised 1287|Over the threshold, with a gentle bound; 1287|And ======================================== SAMPLE 1460 ======================================== 30672|To give them rest in the cool earth-caves?-- 30672|They shall not,--for the heart in its beat 30672|Daunts its spirit, and bids it repent, 30672|And sigh, when the bright-eyed dawn is gone, 30672|And mourns and lives in the woods again. 30672|Where shall be found the heart which is set 30672|On the dear scenes that once it hath known?-- 30672|'Twill be like a heart of stone; its power 30672|Will fail, with age's years, in the strife 30672|Of the great thought and the small thing well; 30672|And all the love it is gifted to bear 30672|Dies in the solitude of the mind. 30672|'Tis not the glorious spirit which is given 30672|At dawn, when the soul's bright visions rise; 30672|It is not so much in the eyes of the first 30672|That the spirit is caught, as that it finds 30672|The love it ne'er spurnt from mortal friends 30672|And is led back to heaven and the skies; 30672|It is not so much in the soul's deep eyes, 30672|Which the dark cloud of its thoughts and feelings dims 30672|And is shaken with waves of light and hope, 30672|As that it can see from the depth of its thought 30672|To the heights of its heaven, and sees God's face 30672|With its spirit's high vision and has part 30672|In the glorious pilgrimage of his ways. 30672|'Tis not the spirit which is given, it is the mind. 30672|'Tis not the will, with its mighty thoughts, to lead 30672|The soul through the deep vistas of the sky, 30672|Nor the hand which is placed with the will to lead 30672|'Twere vain and futile to lead it on 30672|And thus at the feet of its Master give 30672|To the soul a deep vision, a deep will. 30672|'Tis the soul's deep heart, 'tis the heart of a god, 30672|'Tis the deep soul's heart thro' whose pulses and blood 30672|The world's cold, cold strife has been laid asleep; 30672|When the will hath had power to give life to life, 30672|'Tis 'tis the heart which hath given true life. 30672|'Tis the spirit, 'tis the soul which alone hath might 30672|The world's cold strife of selfish craving stop, 30672|And the soul's strong will to bring men in closer, 30672|Hath ever sought all men through, and hath made 30672|God's word the word of its living hope. 30672|'Tis the soul's deep heart, 'tis the heart of a star, 30672|'Tis that little heart which hath given bright eyes 30672|To the hearts, with their worlds-alluring light which shine 30672|'Neath the skies, in the depths of the sky's deep night; 30672|'Tis the soul's heart which it self hath made home 30672|To God's throne, 'tis the heart which is pure and strong. 30672|Life is not life only--it is all life's bliss, 30672|And the bliss of soul-love is the soul's life's bliss. 30672|The joy of its life is its light, its peace, its gladness, 30672|The joy of its life is love, life's sweetest bliss; 30672|The joy of its life is its joy, but it knows not 30672|The joy of its heart, nor knows how it could know. 30672|'Tis the heart's pure light which gives the soul life, 30672|'Tis the heart's pure joy which in sunshine lives, 30672|'Tis the heart's joy which is love, and 'tis heaven-high, 30672|But it knows not the joy of its light, nor how 30672|It could joy, without love for heaven. 30672|'Tis a mighty, a mighty thing, so be it; 30672|'Tis but one breath of the ocean of God, 30672|It doth perish out of the heaven of God, 30672|Yet still may a soul lift up the light from above, 30672|And bring all the glory of bliss to the sky. 30672| ======================================== SAMPLE 1470 ======================================== 7391|And the gray, grim faces of the soldiers, 7391|And the hush of the town,-- 7391|A moment's silence in whose silence 7391|Glimmers, faint with pain, the soldier's name,-- 7391|THE darkness falls on hill and plain,-- 7391|The weary day is done. 7391|The soldiers from out Crevacoeau 7391|With their gaunt faces, pale and haggard, 7391|Lie all around us, gray and ragged, 7391|And the gray shadows of the twilight 7391|Seem dark on their bright heads. 7391|The gray, grim faces of the soldiers 7391|Have called out to me, 7391|Weary of long battle, weary of dust, 7391|Waiting for rest; 7391|Waiting in vain for help like this, 7391|While the soldiers from out Crevacoeau 7391|Spent their days in strife, 7391|Waiting of help in these still days 7391|A new-born nation's birth. 7391|It was long ago, but when 7391|The war-eagle shrieked her rage, 7391|The battle had not come! 7391|Then was the sun not set, 7391|Ere, from the sea, its ray 7391|The storm was driven, and no more 7391|The dawn began to break? 7391|From out its smoke and heat,-- 7391|The last long gleam of red 7391|That flamed, like an eye that shone 7391|On death, that sank in tears! 7391|They've fought so long! I, too, would fain 7391|Forever hear their cheer, 7391|And watch their bayonet clang 7391|Against the foe that's dead. 7391|Long ago, but yet our foes are here 7391|And our bright skies are bright. 7391|O little dead men who died 7391|So well of old! 7391|What has the earth, my friend, to do 7391|With its lonely friends of old? 7391|We keep the hope, if we're men, 7391|They died for us to win. 7391|I'm sick to death of the loud, white cry; 7391|The storm-wind's in the window-panes; 7391|I hear the gun-fires screaming by 7391|And the storm-flames are rattling all my brain. 7391|I think the world is coming to a close: 7391|How soon we'll see the last of mother earth! 7391|Then I can see it as it lies between 7391|The clouds which roll like armies from a fight. 7391|Then I can hear the sudden, mad, long fight,-- 7391|As if a hundred mighty armies met. 7391|The old, old fight will come to a truce 7391|With the last gun-shine and the last of rifle-fire. 7391|The world is dying before it's too late; 7391|The guns have ceased their busy fighting-throngs, 7391|And the wind, in her summer-night of rain, 7391|Is silent as a child upon its lips. 7391|And all the world lies dead to our good-night, 7391|A sheet of white against the night's blackness. 7391|They are fighting for the rights and wrongs of men, 7391|And now, as then, we must. The war is o'er: 7391|It may be, though, that the world will come nigh 7391|To its old ways of old with an earner's claim, 7391|We'll not hear a cry as the last old gun 7391|Drops in the distance. It is long ago. 7391|And one is lying in a puddle, 7391|The next is by for fuel; 7391|"Why" and "When" of long ago, 7391|The third is for oil; 7391|"And now I burn to hear them moan, 7391|As it were voices of the mist 7391|Thrilling our ear-baskets with its din-- 7391|They never hear it--but a spell 7391|Shall shut in the new-born world, we know." 7391|--O man, that e ======================================== SAMPLE 1480 ======================================== 24869|The monarch, thus his wrath renew’d, 24869|An answer to the Vánar king 24869|Proclaimed the fated of the foe. 24869|Still on his car the monarch rode, 24869|And with his mailed arm about 24869|The Vánar king with might and main 24869|Resound his war-cry, faint and shrill. 24869|The monarch’s word the Vánar sire 24869|Called to his counsellors and said, 24869|“Here from that giant horde away, 24869|Rise forth, O Raghu’s son, my son, 24869|And bid Ráma to the field, 24869|While to his friends in distant lands 24869|He turns his back upon the Moor. 24869|My son, for all thy woe, be brave, 24869|Lest, if thy heart be led astray 24869|Thy foeman’s wrath should never cease, 24869|Or thou, if rashly thou refuse 24869|To war for Ráma’s sake denied, 24869|Thy life and life shalt thou spend 24869|In fruitless pain and endless woe. 24869|Go, Ráma, go! my son I yield 24869|To thee, thou strong and valiant one, 24869|To thee my life shall be restored.” 24869|And Ráma, eager for the fray, 24869|Saw, near him on the royal ground, 24869|Another presence, like his self, 24869|On Śarabhanga’s(521) brow appear, 24869|A Vánar form who reeked of sin: 24869|With eyes that mocked the Lord of Snow, 24869|Who never yet had shown a smile: 24869|His tongue at length he thus defied, 24869|And thus in bitter words replied: 24869|“Who dares the vengeful fight, I know, 24869|Who dares the conflict I disdain. 24869|Who fears to die, thy life shall waste 24869|Like sands of salt upon the sand. 24869|Go, turn and join the battle strife, 24869|And meet me face to face, and then 24869|My bow and shafts and blades I give 24869|To thee, my Lord, so deathless-gods require.” 24869|Canto XXVI. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Thus Rávaṇ his despairing fears suppressed; 24869|And Śúdras strong-armed in battle slew. 24869|The Vánar chiefs Rávaṇ’s ire subdued, 24869|And all the foes a long victory won. 24869|Then swiftly to his lonely bed he sped, 24869|And mourned in secret by his lapped lips. 24869|Thus Rávaṇ in death his soul content, 24869|And, crowned with glory, slept the while. 24869|Then swiftly and with rapid feet 24869|To Lanká’s town he quickly sped 24869|To seek the monarch of the wise, 24869|And bid Vibhishaṇ give him audience. 24869|He sought, with eager eyes intent, 24869|And in the city-gates laid hold, 24869|And Ráma, Rávaṇ’s envoys there, 24869|In friendly wise and gentle looked 24869|On Lanká’s town and all her bowers. 24869|Their heads high on a massy rail, 24869|With faces bright with light of thought, 24869|They saw the Vánars hurrying thence: 24869|With eager eyes each on his peer 24869|Beheld his lord returning o’er. 24869|The monarch, glad to meet them, cried, 24869|And thus his message to the chief: 24869|“Hail, happy pair, the first to rise 24869|And tell the news of Raghu’s birth. 24869|The people hail to-day, whom none 24869|Of earth nor wild-wood creatures e’er could shake: 24869|My child Lakshmaṇ, to thee I owe 24869|This glorious name, and thou art he, 24869|The ======================================== SAMPLE 1490 ======================================== 1280|For a little girl who sits in the gloom 1280|Beside the chimney, crying for a boy 1280|Who is gone. 1280|I will say nothing of love or hate; 1280|Let other people say the thing they feel, 1280|For I believe it. 1280|I never had a chance to do 1280|With my weak thought. 1280|I lived at leisure in my house 1280|(Though my wife tried to chisel me a hole 1280|And pull my toes off out of the wood) 1280|And got the money to buy my groceries 1280|For five dollars that I saved at the bank, 1280|And was so cheerful, I didn't care 1280|What happened in case, but I must try 1280|To live a life of honor. 1280|When I come home after playing in the woods, 1280|I must get a little drunk and queer, 1280|And go around in the yard and laugh 1280|And shout and make faces and laugh, 1280|And then I have to pass over to my store 1280|And work there and say my prayers. 1280|I think it's good to talk about life, 1280|And God and the things which have happened since 1280|We lived here, and the dear old things 1280|That are gone and out of sight. 1280|And every summer there comes a day 1280|When I know I must have to go and say my prayers 1280|In the wind and rain. 1280|I never could understand it, 1280|This war as I have waged on this planet of Earth-- 1280|My mother told me this when I was growing 1280|But when I took the book down 1280|I found it was something I had found alone 1280|In a field somewhere, 1280|And the picture seemed to be made to me, 1280|And my mind made it up, 1280|The picture--God! how I wish you could die! 1280|That you would never see or understand 1280|What I have had to have to endure, 1280|And the heartache and sorrow, 1280|And the shame and selfishness 1280|I have lived with all of this time, 1280|And have not spoken, have not spoken! 1280|Oh, it is easy to say, 1280|"I hate this girl because I hate 1280|You who are my only comfort." 1280|To say, with a touch so slyly, 1280|For the world to know: 1280|"I have nothing better to do." 1280|If you can't say it directly, 1280|If you cannot even guess it, 1280|"You mustn't be upset with me," 1280|Is the more to excuse you. 1280|But the world does not care, 1280|If you say the same thing to your friends. 1280|And you are welcome to refuse to say it 1280|Or not, and to hide your secret 1280|In your heart or hide it 1280|In the corner of your heart. 1280|The things you have done, the ways you have lied, 1280|I am tired of hearing of. 1280|You are wrong! 1280|I am just as right as the next 1280|And I love you, even if you don't love me; 1280|I have been here at the heart of heaven 1280|Just because I am not afraid or guilty. 1280|I know if I stood out among mortals 1280|In the ways and the actions of my life, 1280|And I looked upon you with the eyes of love, 1280|It would make you look upon me 1280|And look upon me with love. 1280|I am just as good as the next, 1280|In fact much better, though I cannot tell you, 1280|When you come up to me and think of a plan 1280|And I do the same. 1280|You would not believe me who has lived it. 1280|I have taken the road of my dreams 1280|And played with the cards 1280|Till these cards have come to the hand of my brother 1280|Who knows of my deeds. 1280|What do you think we have done here 1280|In the sixty years since we began ======================================== SAMPLE 1500 ======================================== 38520|Like a moonbeam on a glassy surge, 38520|Of the man whose destiny it is 38520|To love the world as it is to thee, 38520|Wisely and sweetly as you may. 38520|I heard the distant roar of crowds,-- 38520|Roux of hearts that heard not thee, O land! 38520|Sideways the red sun shone, 38520|Then hid behind the clouds; 38520|Thou didst not hear them, love, but I; 38520|O Love of Nature, thou so near to her! 38520|O love, and how her hand to mine did fall, 38520|As down thy crystal depths I felt her pass! 38520|O tender, how I loved the heart 38520|Thy hand was warm enough to feel! 38520|Thy hand was warm enough to make 38520|Love go right out of its lips to pout. 38520|O Love, thy hand was warm enough 38520|To make an earthquake shiver, 38520|And thunder-peal, if she might be a woman, 38520|With a thing so strong, so loving-kind, 38520|A thing so kind, with a cheek so fair, 38520|How, I wot, if she could only be a woman, 38520|How could she love me,--all the world was love, 38520|But only, thou, and only I? 38520|The little birds sat singing, 38520|The wild winds sang from every hill, 38520|The night was like a church,-- 38520|We saw the moon rise, as we thought, 38520|Across the stars that hung in heaven. 38520|The wind blows from Yucatan 38520|Through all the yellow provinces, 38520|But he cannot go at all 38520|To get old Bibi's daily jam: 38520|He drives to her in the city, 38520|And she hears his jingle in the street. 38520|He blows his breath down from on high, 38520|And sings to her through the car, 38520|But she in her little brown kitchen, 38520|Forgets him quite by noon. 38520|We walk the streets of little London 38520|Where they laugh and gossip, 38520|But she in her little brown kitchen, 38520|Lives in her dreams alone. 38520|O, happy land of Nazareth, 38520|O, country of David! 38520|O, God of Nazareth's flock, 38520|When there comes a blessing for you, 38520|The house is full of blessing! 38520|Your house is full of sunshine, 38520|Your garden of the bay, 38520|And that great, sweet, innocent lambkin 38520|That was so wise to please you, 38520|Treats it with honey from his lips, 38520|And is so kind to me. 38520|I know that every bird sings 38520|For you at morning, 38520|I know that all the flowers, all three, 38520|And all the birds are trumpets 38520|Singing cheerily. 38520|O, happy land of Nazareth, 38520|O, country of David! 38520|O, God of Nazareth's flock, 38520|And of the country of Zion!-- 38520|In my heart is written 38520|This,--"When thou singest of the Sabbath, 38520|To-day shalt thou lie on tiptoe." 38520|The red rose blooms in the street, 38520|The white rose blows on the breeze. 38520|To-day hath come the sun, the birds, 38520|And the red rose blows again. 38520|Thou, my little love, with me, 38520|Thy face with its flowers is white, 38520|And thy little hand is red. 38520|No more thy face with the flowers, 38520|But thy little hand with me is white, 38520|For mine eyes scan only thy eyes, 38520|My little eyes with such tears wet, 38520|Such tenderness of love as leaves 38520|The sweetest things they hold. 38520|Ah, wherefore should'st thou die for me? 38520|Hast thou not heard my prayer to die? 38520|Death is the penalty thou ======================================== SAMPLE 1510 ======================================== 8187|The light, the breath of Life, that had been 8187|Touched by my pen in this strange hour 8187|Of earth's fresh dawn, hath grown to be 8187|The spirit of that light alone, 8187|And not its ray or spirit too; 8187|'Twixt mind and sense still floating light 8187|Is blown along this shining sea, 8187|While, as a spirit to its God 8187|I soar through worlds that are, and all, 8187|As on and on through realms unseen, 8187|So, like the sun through spheres unseen, 8187|I seem to fly through worlds unknown, 8187|Where worlds and worlds and suns are not! 8187|For if in life's first sun-born hour 8187|I had but flamed in love, have been 8187|Tho' still, ah! lothly, to the eye 8187|That first adored me,--I should then 8187|And only I have won the light, 8187|That had been touched by my pen in this, 8187|The first of earthly joys, was fanned 8187|And made to blaze in love even then, 8187|Till from that hour its ray hath gone, 8187|And never comes again to home 8187|To light man's soul. 8187|This is the hour of dreams; thou 8187|Best of mortals, with the light, 8187|That's wafted thro' this dark and drear 8187|World--as if it never yet 8187|Had seen in vision its own star! 8187|That hour!--as if no form nor hue, 8187|Nor thought of mind, nor instinct bright, 8187|Should e'er have made a light of it so. 8187|Tho' the soul there might be wondrous bright, 8187|Nor be too low as yet to please 8187|The eyes of hearts too high for dreams, 8187|Yet not too high as yet to rise; 8187|And if man's soul could rise above 8187|All earthly light, and break his chains, 8187|And grasp all worlds but heaven below, 8187|What joy, in such a world as this, 8187|Were that, in such a sky as this? 8187|Yet, as the world, in waking lives, 8187|So did the soul at that dark hour, 8187|Its mind not only bright, but bright 8187|Without a stain, save for a dust 8187|Of that proud dust, which on it lies, 8187|And now for ever as a screen, 8187|That, when we shall be as high, 8187|As high as life is yet--oh! then, 8187|'Twill be as pure, as bright, as thou. 8187|How long--how long? The whole night through, 8187|I have not yet forgot the tale 8187|Of Love's short night, and Death that broke 8187|At dawn one winter's dawn of day. 8187|For life's long day in all things lies, 8187|Yet Love's sun shines brighter than, 8187|Death's sun is more divine to me-- 8187|For there my soul has flown away 8187|From that, sad day, and mourns alone 8187|For what it, when it flies, may miss. 8187|So long as Love hath left this light-- 8187|Or is it _now_, and will not stay?-- 8187|Or, like the dead moon, will sink 8187|O'er the dark ocean of eternity! 8187|Oh! may Love, when he will, return 8187|To this bright world of clouds and stars, 8187|And, when he comes again, still shine 8187|To make this world look brighter than his own! 8187|Or wilt thou ever be, at rest 8187|At thy own fire-side, beside 8187|Thy gentle spirit, still to brighten 8187|And cheer us with the smile she brings? 8187|While thou, thy soul still bending low, 8187|Telleth of a life forlorn, 8187|Breathes of some joy that _might_ be! 8187|Thus, let thy love, my heart, be given! 8187|Be it thine,--this spirit ======================================== SAMPLE 1520 ======================================== 25794|By the side of the water, and said, 25794|As she walked by the forest, so fair 25794|And cool, "That is my home." 25794|But her feet fell not so lightly; she 25794|Lose her footing ere she had reached it: 25794|Then her features did she cast down, 25794|And her ears twitched all the while she cried, 25794|I have seen the children, as they play, 25794|Gaze in each other's eyes. 25794|At the door, in wonder and joy, 25794|I have seen children, as they play, 25794|Smile and look in each other's faces. 25794|They have seen the mother and child,-- 25794|Hush'd in rapture, and so dear; 25794|They have seen the mother and child,-- 25794|All-seeing wisdom, and love, 25794|And the mother's name so dear 25794|Held as on high, but dimly. 25794|Then, in awe, my heart did follow, 25794|As the mother and child look through 25794|My heart, to the home of my soul. 25794|Oh it is there! the home of my soul! 25794|The mother and child, so dear, 25794|Come here, in love and peace, to dwell. 25794|Oh the moon at the morning of the day! 25794|Oh the moon with its golden gleam! 25794|The child with his father's eyes in mine! 25794|Oh the moon with the mother-blue! 25794|The child with his father's form in mine! 25794|Oh the moon as the mother's hand 25794|Creeps o'er the child with the child in mine! 25794|Oh the moon with its silver light, 25794|Its light on our children's children! 25794|The child with the mother's face in mine! 25794|O'er the night, my dear, 25794|And o'er the earth, my dear, 25794|Love beams with a sweet light. 25794|O'er the moon, and over it 25794|Comes a sweet breath 25794|From the light of our love. 25794|O'er the night, my dear, and o'er the earth, 25794|Grow the roses fair, 25794|To the earth born with light. 25794|Bending with the love of their bloom 25794|Breathe upon the child,-- 25794|The child and mother's kiss. 25794|Breathe sweet on the child; 25794|For the life that lies 25794|In the child is of love. 25794|Let us breathe life on aught; 25794|The earth may suffer need, 25794|Earth, with her woes, its part: 25794|Let us breathe life on aught. 25794|O'er many a mountain and deep glen 25794|Rise sweet flowers in our childhood's hours, 25794|The blossoms of hope, the blossoms of toil; 25794|Bury them deep, in the heart of youth 25794|And flowers will rise from the heart of age. 25794|The dewdrops, the dewdrops so blue, 25794|They cling to the rose like a tether, 25794|And cling about the eyelids so red: 25794|When, as we are pulling all together, 25794|The eye that's in them is pulled down. 25794|The dewdrops, the dewdrops so blue, 25794|The blossoms of hope, the blossom of toil, 25794|All, all to the heart of the child, 25794|All are coming, all are coming soon. 25794|The heart of the child is in bloom, 25794|The heart of the child is in bloom 25794|'Neath the spell of the dewdrops so blue. 25794|In all the earth her hopes and fears 25794|Come forth in the first white blossoms; 25794|And they are all true, dear, loving hearts 25794|That the heart of the child is with. 25794|So to us came the dewdrops, dewdrops so blue, 25794|In the dewlaps of early childhood, 25794|All white as the snow ======================================== SAMPLE 1530 ======================================== 15370|And all that's in the world for me; 15370|I'll tell you what it's all about, 15370|An' how it's all come about 15370|An' how I tried to do 15370|It as the other girls do, 15370|But I couldn't get 'em to marry me; 15370|I tried to persuade 'em to go to school 15370|While they were still in their trice, 15370|An' they said 'twould spoil 'em for 'em, too, 15370|So I couldn't coax 'em to go to school. 15370|'Twas very hard to keep a-school, 15370|Although they gave me some good toys, 15370|'Twas very hard to keep a-school-- 15370|I wish I had died to 'ave been there, 15370|But I wasn't given a chance. 15370|They said I must have some kind of plan 15370|'Twould cost a great deal of money, 15370|But I didn't say I wouldn't pay, 15370|I said I wouldn't have it so. 15370|When school-time came they didn't care, 15370|I know it's very sad to say, 15370|But it was very nice to be taught 15370|But I hadn't any money. 15370|"Well, as I was leaving they called 15370|'E sent me out among the men, 15370|To show a certain toy I made-- 15370|I've saved that toy enough for five." 15370|"I know I am the devil's pawn, 15370|They say I 'ear my pension revoked, 15370|So I'm going to prove you right." 15370|"You must make the pension revocation 15370|Before the spring grows blue again; 15370|I know you can't, but you can try. 15370|You can keep your toy--I know it true." 15370|"Well, I think you'll do just as I'm bent 15370|On doing, but you haven't been paid; 15370|I know that--I know that you must go. 15370|I can't, I can't, that's all I know, 15370|But I am going to prove you true." 15370|"You may try it--it might be true; 15370|You may try--you'll prove it, will you?" 15370|Said that one--that one--"I will if you can." 15370|"Don't say things by halves, Phil, don't, 15370|For if you do, I swear to you 15370|I'll knock your brains out if you do." 15370|When things were all arranged for sale 15370|"Phil, you see, it will be back to business soon, 15370|And I don't like such double-tasking. 15370|Besides, I've not been very good." 15370|In spite of all his warnings, 15370|And spite of all his cunning, 15370|And spite of his many proofs, 15370|They couldn't see why he'd be so impatient. 15370|"Don't be so quick with proofs, 15370|You shouldn't be so eager. 15370|Besides, my parents sent the cards 15370|At evening--it's always like that with us." 15370|"Phil, you won't prevail, 15370|Unless you prove it, soon or late. 15370|You've been too patient, you can't wait. 15370|I'll try it, I'll try it, I'll try it!" 15370|"Phil, you know, 15370|If they can prove it--" Phil caught himself, and looked me in the face. 15370|"I _won't_ be proved, I swear, 15370|Until I can get out of this" 15370|He almost hit me with his eyes, but held his breath. 15370|"Don't you think I'm mad? 15370|I know I shouldn't be, but 'twas the way with me; 15370|So I didn't prove aught, 15370|And as for proof, why, I never would tell; 15370|I couldn't prove you didn't know, so leave it all to me." 15370|"Phil, you are a fool, 15370|Is it not so? 15370|You might ======================================== SAMPLE 1540 ======================================== 2130|"No man has ever lived a life like ours," he said,-- 2130|"If you had lived an old age like mine, and I a youth, 2130|Would you not then have been dead, and I, too, dead? 2130|I know the earth would have been very dusty indeed, 2130|And many people dead, but we would all be here. 2130|We are a young race. Our fathers in the past 2130|Plucked out their children and took them for a span. 2130|So, here I am, the little boy I was--the same 2130|As when when first I left Tug Libbieshall's bowers, 2130|Weary with work and toil,--the same I am, young 2130|With work to do, and no one to blame but Time. 2130|In vain is all your skill and labour poured in vain, 2130|So that, in spite of skill, I cannot find my way." 2130|He said this very night--a dream indeed, 2130|For he slept in Ravenhear as well as you and I, 2130|The other three and I--the three and I were two. 2130|When the next day came, down I took my way 2130|To the old man's farm--the place is very poor-- 2130|He had plenty of work, and for his money had 2130|A fair house, and walls, and floor, and a good yard; 2130|A few of the walls and pillars were of wood, 2130|And all the rest was painted, and the floors were made. 2130|He had bought some good pipes a-long his old tobacconist, 2130|And some good pipes some pipe-heads, and bent the pipe himself. 2130|My own pipe, too, he took upon his travels over, 2130|An old black Anner pipe--a good pipe, I'll admit-- 2130|Well--it was only an old man, and but fifteen years, 2130|With a big round face and a twinkle of the eye; 2130|I would say his appearance might be the world's great day 2130|A light-haired lad came riding out of Tug Lagoon. 2130|He did not look very well, his clothes were of the poor, 2130|And the crumpled look and the faded colour of hair 2130|And his hat, worn out of order, and the tattered feathers-- 2130|Was he a parrot, or a wild goose, or was he none of the 2130|Unnamed (I suppose you knew where I got it) or mixed up, 2130|Or could it be a bird of the forest?--the lad looked 2130|Like anything but a human being to me. 2130|"I'm not scared!" said the wild goose. 2130|"And I'm not scared!" cried the parrot. 2130|"That you are a man," said the wild goose. 2130|Who are you?" said a voice. 2130|"We are--we!" said the voice. 2130|"Who were you?" said the voice. 2130|"We were your father and mother," said the voice. 2130|"I am old Charley," Charley replied. 2130|"I see you have a beard," said the stranger voice. 2130|"And you have a little hair upon your head, 2130|And a little scar on your hand, too?" 2130|"And you have a great fondness for your mother." 2130|"And you have a little curly tail?" 2130|"And you have a very soft hand?" 2130|"And you are an impudent old man?" 2130|"And you live in a house with a row of doors?" 2130|"And you feed on mice and frogs all day?" 2130|"And when you are very young, like well over ten, 2130|What do you do for food?" 2130|"And what is your age?" 2130|"You don't look young." 2130|"Yes I do, sir." 2130|"Well, do you live in a stable, too?" 2130|"Or do you sup in a shed, then?" 2130|"Do you sleep on a beam?" 2130|"Or are you sometimes housed in a cottage, then?" 2130|"Well, and who ======================================== SAMPLE 1550 ======================================== 937|And, as you will, I'll be bound to you, 937|And always be and never be forgot. 937|We were a little band of heroes then, 937|With our flags all waving by our side, 937|And our hearts all set on some deeds of fame, 937|And our eyes all full of good-will light, 937|When the Kaiser came along to help them. 937|He was a mighty thing of might, 937|And when with us our flag all flowed, 937|When all men called each other comrade, 937|When the earth was made for happiness, 937|When freedom's dawn was dawning on all lands, 937|Our lives were all to some great cause done 937|We might not be wholly silent there, 937|For our hearts all yearned to join with 'em, 937|And we could not all go quietly by 937|But stood to fight the battle hard to the end; 937|And so, long as we had hearts to move, 937|The Kaiser, to keep back our strong men, 937|Was always there to tell us that we were called 937|To fight for liberty -- and all were we: 937|And every man must be a Kaiser 937|When our glorious flag we salute. 937|And now that there's a Kaiser in town, 937|The hearts we had at first to thank 937|For the end of the old war we went on -- 937|To keep back the strong men to stand by us; 937|We are so proud to hold in scorn 937|The Kaiser's warning words back. 937|So when you hear our cheering chorus, 937|Look down in the faces of your foes. 937|And when you're called to your father's home, 937|Oh, just smile -- and let him go by: 937|It was the Kaiser's own call 937|That your country was called to give. 937|But oh! when home is the setting sun, 937|When you are alone in the little room 937|Where are grown the hopes and dreams of you, 937|When you're left with a fatherless land, 937|When your father's heart and mother's eyes, 937|Will not turn that way, or look that way -- 937|But look on with their sunny look, 937|That they see that they are calling you; 937|And when once more you find them in you, 937|And if more women are looking out for you, 937|And if more children are standing close 937|And asking for you -- then again 937|Be the merry singer that you were! 937|When the new-made world is a little bit 937|Of shining sea, 937|Where the sun shines as brightly as ever, 937|Where the waves ever go, 937|And no wind but the calm sun that shines 937|Will bring a wind again, 937|How good will be our hearts at last, 937|And how true the old. 937|When the first white breath of air blows on 937|Earth's earthy shore, 937|And the first new sunbeam comes into sight 937|In the heaven-hovered plain -- 937|Oh, that the world will be good to us, 937|And our old dreams be done. 937|When the old-formed world is laid in dust, 937|And the old-times are dead; 937|When the hearts of men who loved their God 937|Are weary at last, 937|Then the world will be good to us, we guess, 937|And our old hopes be done. 937|When the new-made world is born anew, 937|And the new-days shine, 937|And a great woman sings upon the air, 937|And a young man sings; 937|Then the world will be good to us, we say, 937|And our old dreams be done. 937|When the last old man passes by us, 937|And the last old day 937|Is a desert of flowers, and the first new, 937|As fair as ever fair; 937|When the last old story is told 937|Upon the wind, and the last old prayer 9 ======================================== SAMPLE 1560 ======================================== 16452|With all their numbers, then the sons of Troy 16452|The Gods in council sat, when lo! in heaven 16452|The son of glorious Agamemnon first 16452|Of all the Myrmidons took up the word, 16452|In accents wing'd his voice, and thus he spake. 16452|Wise Chief! well spoken, but, as if by chance, 16452|The voice had come to mine ears from heaven. 16452|I mark'd, I saw ye not, thy friend come forth 16452|With this new power. What cause hast thou to boast 16452|Thyself as such? why the dread of death 16452|In that most glorious conflict? Plead us, then, 16452|Which. Not to leave thee in thy peril is, 16452|But that thou would'st the chiefest action dare. 16452|He said, and on the body stretch'd his hand 16452|As one who felt a brother's death presage. 16452|But he with threatening gesture stretch'd him forth, 16452|And with his spear, the spear with bended horns, 16452|Crying aloud, and threatening fiercely all. 16452|And Hector his great spear on the breast 16452|Pierced, and the manlike hand of his heroic Sire 16452|Stood still, but, as he felt the shafts again 16452|Return, he shook his head; he could not think 16452|What he should say again. From him he broke 16452|A long repast-like, and, when he had emptied 16452|His stomach's space a third time, he sat 16452|Long silent; but, when soon again he rose, 16452|Girded with the bow, his eye-balls all ablaze, 16452|He thus the son of Panthus to the Goddess spake. 16452|Ah--but for my sake--I feel the power 16452|Which I have left of old, though now as dead. 16452|I will, so I command, behold a God 16452|Whose purpose all-isounding Jove has led. 16452|Come then, our fleet, and lead the Trojans on 16452|Before us; if to Saturnian Jove the son 16452|Of Atreus and to Agamemnon give 16452|The death most high, you shall by force be slain. 16452|So saying, the Hero on the left side first 16452|Of jutting Thracians cast a net to catch 16452|A brave, yet wary knight; but, as the net 16452|He cast, the net he cast far off, and said, 16452|With that bold soldier's words. Oh! who may claim 16452|The deed as his? Let him but live long enough 16452|To tell what Jove on him hath given, and bid 16452|Ascanius, if he will, thy fellows, next, 16452|Slip for myself, and seize the treasure he brings. 16452|He spake, and swiftly to his swiftest speed 16452|Hastened, and soon the hero, as he pass'd 16452|On, rushed on, and now, with sudden force, 16452|Took the right wing, and now on the other side 16452|Of his descent, the foremost Trojans held. 16452|Yet not for long did Hector in pursuit 16452|Contend with other Trojans, whom he saw 16452|Seated, either by the brazen cock^2 or wing 16452|Of flying steeds, and still advancing still, 16452|But met him in the middle, and in speed 16452|Expert to him, the swift Coroebus chased, 16452|Pierced by a single arrow from the bow 16452|Of Nestor's son, and in the throat was slain. 16452|By him Achilles bore his body thence 16452|Back to the ships, and as the mules were borne 16452|On to the trench, he led his chariot thence; 16452|Themselves the Gods in Achaia shun'd 16452|And all their steeds, but with their charioteers 16452|Himself with golden thongs, his beauteous head 16452|With garlands on it, and the flowing beard 16452|Fringing his neck and front, Achilles drew 16452|To where his son ======================================== SAMPLE 1570 ======================================== 1165|The airy, airy throng 1165|Fills my soul with awe, my flesh with fear, 1165|Till, like on a sudden, 1165|Up, up, unto the altar of the sky 1165|A storm of blossoms fell! 1165|There, on my bosom, 1165|Like some fresh flower that grows, 1165|Standeth the rose, the lily pure and white, 1165|And the tender, tender breath of the lily breathes 1165|A prayer upon my prayer! 1165|Out, O wind! 1165|Rejoice, my joy! 1165|Thy heart is full of gladness and of glad songs! 1165|The angels are at work upon the bowers; 1165|The wind is at play upon the hills! 1165|The angels are singing! 1165|The angels are singing! 1165|And I was a small child and my mother smiled a happy child, 1165|But out here, with the blossoms on my mother's breast! 1165|Out here in the world of the careless and heartless and free! 1165|What are kings and empires and the cities and flowers and pearls, 1165|To the little child that is heartless and free! 1165|What are rose leaves and the tearful night beneath the cherry-trees, 1165|And the happy child that is heartless and free! 1165|A child, a mother's child, 1165|Who did not know God, 1165|Who walked with Christ, 1165|Thinking Him dead. 1165|As if a ghost should touch his life, 1165|I see him change! 1165|Who never knew how much he bore 1165|And how dearly he had given, 1165|And how, in the world of flesh, 1165|He took the Cross. 1165|As if the grave were all in vain, 1165|And he, the living Lord, 1165|Was waiting to say, "I forgive 1165|All men for you!" 1165|He did, and he shall be, 1165|And I am still a child; 1165|I cannot tell if God forgives 1165|Or if I must suffer; 1165|I only know I'm still a child, 1165|And he is still above. 1165|"I did believe them!" . . . He is at peace now. 1165|I have not the heart to ask. 1165|A little child 1165|Who is in a little God's love. 1165|Little God's child, 1165|Let us be happy. 1165|There's a little voice cries: 1165|"I am little, you are great, 1165|Little God's child, 1165|I have such a voice! 1165|"I have such a name too 1165|For my little name, 1165|Little God's child, 1165|So your little name 1165|(What is it but the smallest 1165|Word one can have?). 1165|"I am not a little name, 1165|Nor a great little name 1165|At all, in so small a space, 1165|Little God's child, 1165|But I know, and know I will, 1165|From my very first day, 1165|"I am not a little name, 1165|Nor a great little name 1165|At all, in so small a space, 1165|I am not a little name. 1165|Not a word I know. 1165|"It is not my place, 1165|But I know that I must sing, or not; 1165|The little things will follow me, 1165|The big things stay at home; 1165|But the little things and care, 1165|Will go wandering wide and far, 1165|Will go with me far and near, 1165|Wherever I go, 1165|For the big things stay at home." 1165|Little God's child, 1165|Let us be happy. 1165|I have a little hat that I put on my head 1165|I wear it when I go to church, I don't wear it when 1165|I go to the cupboard, it holds so little room on the shelf. 1165|I have a little pen ======================================== SAMPLE 1580 ======================================== 35190|O, fyndynge thynge hir lyf therfore, 35190|And þ{a}t þere þe{n}ne folowynge hem þ{a}t neu{er}. 35190|God wytte here, þe{n} she þe{n}ne liegh, 35190|As fygure is eu{er}, erþe & erþe; 35190|Þat on halden Iolys þe{n}ne fygure, 35190|Nou, Iolys, deȝt i{n} to þe erþeȝ; 35190|For þis is no{n}ne fau{n}st {to} ȝif þe þry{n}ne 35190|W{i}t{h} wytteȝ of his lust þat wolde kepe, 35190|He may hym þerof{e} þat he may hym beleue; 35190|I{n} þe ȝe{n}ne maynten for þ{a}t þ{a}t wyth hy{m} seluen, 35190|& say{n} i{n} þy{n}ne, loke on ȝepes of þe ȝate, 35190|How þe{n}ne he fylleȝ vpon hyt fayre, 35190|Lest we were wote in þys wonyed, 35190|To heuen-rychinge to on hy{m} þe{n}ne; 35190|Þat ou{er} þys fro þe fyrst fote he fyue, 35190|& sayde þe þro, þe{n}ne þat he wyth v{us} hent; 35190|Þe{n}ne efte ou{er} þo to þe ou{er}-tote hys dede, 35190|By-ȝonde þ{er}-i{n}ne þe befalle to-gedi{n}te, 35190|For we be wrongeȝ to þe wylteste, 35190|Þat we haf m{er}u{m}ple of þe mydon heuen.’ 35190|With this he haldes hy{m} to þe bedder, 35190|Þe{n}ne ay cryen, _Io_, þat he cryed: 35190|“Bot we were wrongeȝ þat he was byh{e}, 35190|Þat þaȝ þ{o}u fende of þy fyn ofte halden, 35190|Neu{er} þay were more pakid neu{er} wele; 35190|But þ{er} hit watȝ lyȝt to lykes, 35190|For Iolyse is lyk an-i{n}neȝ 35190|With þo gret arowe for þo good godes, 35190|He set hit neuer so good & fyue, 35190|To þe bedder he bidde þat he may, 35190|“Let Iolysshe here, her sonne schal, 35190|“Þat mealde of-tokys þat mad, 35190|He schal þe{n}ne, he schal þe day come.” 35190|When þay come at þe brodere þay bode, 35190|& to hem þay com, & þaȝ þe waye wroþe, 35190|Gret swetnesse was þe grete marre, 35190|& þe{n} ge{m}makkes he fynde his fau{n}de; 35190|And þe rodes watȝ vnþerr-cast on-ronde, 35190|Þay alle dured þe deȝt{er} & deuowte, 35190|& þe delyte watȝ vpidou{n}del vpon trewe, 35190|Þe deuyse m{ ======================================== SAMPLE 1590 ======================================== 25608|All the words I know by heart, 25608|By day and night, 25608|By summer afternoons and autumn alleys, 25608|By lonely forests deep and high; 25608|By the deep meadows, where the wild chickens sing, 25608|And where the yellow birds of light 25608|Laugh as they fly. 25608|Here is the place where all begin; 25608|In a little garden-close 25608|I have lain with my heart one night 25608|While the great winds of the storm 25608|Watched East Wind and his toys. 25608|And while Night stooped from her chimneys white 25608|To hear a far voice call, 25608|I dreamed that I lay beside her knee, 25608|And that I spoke with her small hand, 25608|Till, all at once, the dream was true: 25608|She took me in her arms to lay, 25608|Her small hand, white as the snow, 25608|That beat around like the surf! 25608|Oh, wonderful child, with the eyes 25608|Of a white kitten fluttering! 25608|See how they flash, where the golden grasses shoot! 25608|They flash and flash, till I could swear 25608|They looked as though I'd just been dipped in chocolate! 25608|Away! away! the wild winds blow! 25608|She is drawing near! ... Oh, hark to a drummer-- 25608|He is calling,--and he beats! ... Oh, hark to a drummer, 25608|He's calling! ... Oh, come over the sea! 25608|We're going away from this gloomy harbor; 25608|There's peace and plenty to be had over the sea; 25608|There's a gleam of sun where the palms are a-warming, 25608|And a music that drives away the soul's sadness; 25608|So ... away! over the sea! ... 25608|Now, this is an idle story--that's all-- 25608|So as I am writing it, you'll excuse me, 25608|Having read it a thousand times, it won't fit: 25608|It's quite enough; but when I've done--why, then, 25608|I will come back again ... another one! 25608|You're an angel, Bobbin, and I'm a sprite. 25608|Our souls are one, and if we could understand 25608|What a few minutes we spend in Paradise, 25608|With our souls in God's embrace,--sooner or later, 25608|We might learn a thing or two about heaven. 25608|When the sun goes down 25608|'T is far too dark to see the stars 25608|That shine so brightly now. 25608|When the moon comes in 25608|Only the tops of the buildings light 25608|And the town's lighted quite. 25608|And the clock ticks on the wall, 25608|But I cannot shut my eyes-- 25608|I feel so restless with my book. 25608|For the stars can trace 25608|All my soul's calm repose, 25608|And my little footsteps stir. 25608|They watch my dreams, my sweet, 25608|That for hours have been. 25608|They see my foolishness, 25608|My foolishness, my pretty, little Finch, 25608|My little foolishness. 25608|They never seem to rest 25608|Where the morning light can find him there. 25608|But, when I wake, I find 25608|That the angels have him there, 25608|Still as ever--and that bright. 25608|He is not a coward-- 25608|Even when fate throws him in, 25608|He does not cry; 25608|Yet when God is calling, 25608|Why, the others will 25608|Not be mute! 25608|"We are all one in prayer," 25608|Thus we say all the while, 25608|But who can understand 25608|The depth of something so sweet and holy, 25608|The angel tongue? 25608|When there's a cry in Heaven 25608|'T would be best to go, 25608|Though some say 'tis the cry 25608|We pray for every day. 25608|It is not Heaven's cry alone, ======================================== SAMPLE 1600 ======================================== 25008|Beneath the soft and gentle shade, 25008|Or on the sunny grass, as I, 25008|With love and joy, were meeting there: 25008|On these fond lips, that scarce could bear 25008|The soft kisses of the boy, 25008|Sweet, tender, and perfidious, 25008|Lithe and still as that dear stone, 25008|Thro' which she so well could sit, 25008|And watch the magic of the maid, 25008|Swayed in every look and change, 25008|Sweet Love, whose heart still loves to quake! 25008|And ever, from those limbs of flame, 25008|Which now were naked to the skies! 25008|Tho' thro' the golden clouds of air, 25008|She on that bosom glowed and burned; 25008|Like the dark spirit in the shade 25008|That sighs and smiles thro' the green grove, 25008|Ere yet the moon, that star of eve, 25008|Her radiant path hath taken to 25008|'Neath the spreading branches of the vine. 25008|Her voice was so like Heaven's own air,[D] 25008|It could not be heard afar: 25008|It came from Paradise's own heights, 25008|As from the throne of Deity. 25008|"In a bright cloud she is not seen, 25008|She is in Heaven, O Love! 25008|And a pale light thro' the air streams, 25008|To show she too as lovely glows, 25008|As tho' the angel were her bride: 25008|And Heaven is fair,--as lovely glows, 25008|As tho' the angel were her bride! 25008|Love, thou art in the skies above, 25008|And I to thee, my Pleasure, cry. 25008|My heart's fair flame thy bosom's joy, 25008|To thee and thy dear Love I cry. 25008|With me is Heaven,--the Heaven of Love, 25008|As fair as it may please, 25008|In that bright Heaven I'll ever dwell, 25008|When Love's sweet, shining, Heaven is thro!" 25008|She then arose, and to her side, 25008|"I brought a treasure, 25008|For Love's dear delight, 25008|In a bright cloud I am not seen, 25008|Tho' I am in Heaven, O Love! 25008|I brought his image, 25008|To my bosom sealed, 25008|In a black, gloomy cloud, 25008|Tho' heaven I do adore. 25008|A pearl, a pearl is in my heart, 25008|The pearls from my breast 25008|I bring, with pureness of its ray, 25008|To thy pure heart, O Lady! 25008|A star from the firmament 25008|I bring to thee, 25008|To shine on thee and thee alone, 25008|Love,--in a white cloud,--the star 25008|Of my bright image,--the rose 25008|Of my pure soul,--as it dies, 25008|In her own night, Love,--in her own light. 25008|I bring thee what I crave or crave; 25008|Thou givest it to me! 25008|Oh! lovely star, that lookest into the night, 25008|Thou dost inspire and bless my life, 25008|Whilst I, in dark and dismal caverns, pine; 25008|How can life and loving thrive, 25008|In this low place of need, 25008|Where a living gulf doth, alas! divide us, 25008|From the pure heart-prayer of a loved one dear, 25008|From the thoughts and tones of that sweet voice! 25008|O beautiful, O precious, O living Rose! 25008|Thy charms have made many a heart their own; 25008|But thy pure virtue hath ever kept me 25008|From that fatal gulf, that separates, 25008|From that blest and happy region. 25008|In thy pure presence none is found 25008|But kind, and happy, and beloved; 25008|And that pure, angelic presence, 25008|Which I never, never can resign 25008|Of thee,--in all the splendour ======================================== SAMPLE 1610 ======================================== 30332|A man must die--even a King! 30332|He looked and marvelled, for of all men 30332|This man had chosen so; no doubt: 30332|The most renowned of all his kin; 30332|But in that great house did he behold 30332|The fairest woman there, nor knew 30332|The life she wore was but of fear, 30332|But the pale life he had lived alone 30332|Against the sun and starlight bright; 30332|The life he had lived in great despair, 30332|And when the sword was levelled in her side 30332|He should have perished there--a King. 30332|She looked up slowly with her eyes a-bloom, 30332|So pure a smile upon her face 30332|That the light shone through the golden hair 30332|As down she cast it, and the light 30332|Fell on the golden hair, and soft 30332|The shining bronze, and all about 30332|She stood as fair a thing as they, 30332|The lovely form of Erin Done; 30332|And that great smile still fell to her 30332|Because he had been King so far, 30332|Even as an outcast man might be, 30332|That with God's judgement, Lord of all, 30332|Must leave his house, his land and all, 30332|And to the place of judgement come, 30332|A King, to reign for a goodly span, 30332|King, to live all he would, no doubt: 30332|O God, what a fearful world such men 30332|Would dote on, ever bearing life, 30332|And having no right of it, but care! 30332|Then from the sea a man did pass, 30332|And Erin's eyes were filled with tears; 30332|She took his mouth in her, it grew 30332|With love, the very thing she loved. 30332|And on she went, up from the land, 30332|Because she must to King Lidell hall 30332|To bear his coffin on that day 30332|That Erin must go alone: this done, 30332|She left the house with the sea-wind moaned, 30332|And came to where a grave was laid. 30332|There Erin laid the body out, 30332|And then she stood awhile, and with a sigh, 30332|Kneeling in humble guise and black, 30332|She wiped away the tears and moaned, 30332|And said, "O God, that bitter cry 30332|Was good for me: O God, that thou'lt hear 30332|And pardon me, God, how could I do 30332|This thing as thou art good, and thou 30332|Hast taken care of me as I am poor! 30332|If in that hour I do but die 30332|My King would know why; yet would I have 30332|What such a life such griefs had brought; 30332|"For now, God only knoweth how 30332|I might have died a dying death; 30332|For in this weary world," she said, 30332|"I do not dream of comfort sure." 30332|And then she laid the coffin by, 30332|And she went on her way toward the wood, 30332|Gathering the acorns, and they set, 30332|As she went, the sweet grass by her feet, 30332|Laid the sweet leaves upon her head, 30332|And all about her breast the birds 30332|Ruffled and nestled, and before 30332|She came to where, in many a yard, 30332|The great pillars of the oak hold 30332|Dyeworks of moss, whereon she hid 30332|The earth within--for she had come 30332|There when such griefs had fallen on men 30332|That all her life grew silent down 30332|Into a peaceful woman's dream. 30332|So that day Erin did not go 30332|Ere that she knew; but all she met 30332|In that great house were her true friends; 30332|The maiden's mother, and her sire, 30332|Her father, who was ever near, 30332|And in the sweet May-meeting here 30332|The sire with many gifts received. 30332|Her father was glad ======================================== SAMPLE 1620 ======================================== 27221|To thee, my sister, did I owe 27221|Its being, or its claim renew? 27221|But wherefore does she not, as well, 27221|Prove my own love by proof?" 27221|"Behold the maiden! I reply, 27221|It hath no proof of love," 27221|But now the maid and knight return, 27221|Who in old hours, I ween, 27221|Had each his maid--the Knight replies, 27221|"The day is done, the day is done, 27221|And my night-companion sits apace 27221|In his high seat by me!" 27221|He said, and he turned to the sun, 27221|And said, and he turned away, 27221|"O Love, have thy day's completion won; 27221|I have my hour's reward." 27221|"The task is done, and its terms forgot, 27221|And in the sun's deep sightless ear 27221|No praise the Knight may heave, 27221|Who hath his hour of perfect rest; 27221|Yet dare with his sad soul no sound 27221|Of discontent or moan. 27221|No! while the morning light is high, 27221|In his bright hall, upon his bower, 27221|There lies his dower; his soul has power 27221|To gain the treasures of the day. 27221|Ah, no! more quickly than the beam 27221|Of light that plays with sunbeams, is withdrawn 27221|In earth's dim mists, or to the eye 27221|Of clouds a brief, transient gleam. 27221|Thy soul that loves is not so sure. 27221|Thy body is not wrapt in mist, 27221|To lie for ever in an hour 27221|Like ice, about which the wind 27221|Dissolves itself, when once begun.-- 27221|Ah! 'tis true; so brief thy stay! 27221|The world hath power to change its heart, 27221|Like to thy soul; but not to quit 27221|Nor to abide the promise. 27221|But wait and trust; the time shall come 27221|When thy proud self shall yield to thy content; 27221|And thou in thy own heart's depths shalt feel 27221|Thyself a part of all the good of earth! 27221|Yet do not think thy power can keep, 27221|Till then, in its full, full measure, 27221|Thy self-same radiance that's burning 'mong thine. 27221|And should the fates ordain thee to leave 27221|Thy home, thy friends, thy happy home, 27221|Still thy most beautiful as now, 27221|In this fair spot, the sun! 27221|For there, not soon to be renew'd, 27221|Shalt thou have time to grieve a little, 27221|When thy soul's on earth more spent, 27221|And in Heaven, as sure as thou art here, 27221|Thou hast still a portion graced, 27221|For here thou'lt have thy portion of bliss; 27221|And thou'lt ne'er to Earth be sent, 27221|To suffer for thy fault, disgrace, or shame. 27221|Thou'lt live, and die, with Heaven in sight, 27221|The lovely, the just, the blest, the blest, 27221|And Heaven, when thou canst see the bright, 27221|Will give thee, when thou'rt old, to choose, with pleasure, 27221|A home with God, and here to live and die. 27221|And if the voice of Heav'n, that sends 27221|Its counsel to thy sinful breast, 27221|Should say--_Behold the choice thou hast made!_ 27221|_Gladly would I bequeath it, 27221|That from this life I may receive 27221|Some happiness, though unseen, 27221|Which I can every day achieve._ 27221|It is the hope of every true, 27221|Pure, upright, just, and wise, 27221|To wake, ere yet the light of day 27221|Opens his work of glory: 27221|To find, ere yet the summer sky, 27221|Some new and lasting monument, ======================================== SAMPLE 1630 ======================================== 10602|That made his name more known before he fell: 10602|Yet his great fame, which now doth last as long 10602|As time doth take it good to measure fame, 10602|Of all his faults doth eke the best declare. 10602|Nay, even his praise would long endure, and say, 10602|That he had done what few can vnduft to do, 10602|Lifting his name vnto the lot of man. 10602|Let it not be believed, that he ne were 10602|Deceived or blind, who after this darke 10602|Foriell hath found out how to do both right, 10602|And to deserve both praise and goodly mew. 10602|Now are they come vnto the promisd gate, 10602|Where they first found them foes the King to find, 10602|And them to beare arms and in battle go. 10602|That they to do them a good start mighte have, 10602|They set them forth, and each one putteth thought 10602|Into a fountaine, that they mighte thereunto, 10602|And that the fountaine filled mighte no more be; 10602|Where whoso the Fountaine would for him convene, 10602|Should in anon to them a thing thereof impart. 10602|There they began, and whoso would them bring 10602|Came straitly unto the gates of the gate; 10602|But whoso them would see they must to stay 10602|With them in that same fountaine deep and dark. 10602|There they put off, and for the next march set, 10602|And to some other cause did them acquaint, 10602|In order to be there at another's hest. 10602|But first within these walls they found them foes, 10602|And them they slew with sword, and they felled them also: 10602|Whereof the more parts there were, there with them tost, 10602|Who had them left a prisoner: but they slayne them both, 10602|And with their blood to glut their loathsomers bare. 10602|These slain they slew with axe of their hands, 10602|And that they might them from thence again re-cope; 10602|But when they saw that they by long delay 10602|Were stayd, without more fight they did begin, 10602|They both set forth and went their way; 10602|And that therewith they should of hope some share, 10602|They made an end: so each of them his death 10602|Brought with him hence to his eternal rest. 10602|Of all the fowles, that at that time were found, 10602|That ever did upon the grassie ground, 10602|There was the most for love of flight and flight 10602|Unto the trees had their beak, and dight 10602|Their beaks upon the grassie, so they fled 10602|And out of sight of men, of whom but fewe 10602|That dwell in cities, and live with their lordes, 10602|Such as were seen in sight, the fowle drew in 10602|To the depths of each grove, by him set fast, 10602|That many thousand fathoms was before 10602|Vpwarded: for every winged beast that flyes 10602|From his master, that is sure to flie; 10602|The wombe was fast by them, where she is found. 10602|The fowle with the best part of the grass 10602|Lifted them to the upper skies, with speed 10602|Of their owne power, and all their power was vain, 10602|Tempting the sunnes, that with wings outspread 10602|For joy, they fell to it, though they knew full well 10602|It was an evil thing, and feared not fall. 10602|For they had both full power of their owne will, 10602|And, if love were not so withstood, they thought 10602|To have an aimless sport, as beasts may play, 10602|Which the more powerful to overcome. 10602|So long, love-dearest, as ye dwelt in sight 10602|Of gentle Flora, who was wont to shew 10602|Her face, and with glad words much beh ======================================== SAMPLE 1640 ======================================== 34237|Hear me at night, for the sake of all the dead, 34237|All, who in darkness dwell, or hope to die! 34237|Let no man sleep! for our hearts are heavy now, 34237|And no man sleeps, if once he don't go fast. 34237|In the dark the dead lie: we look to the light, 34237|To the day's last glance and the last ray of light. 34237|So let us look with courage and tenderness 34237|On the dead who now lie under our feet,-- 34237|Their hopes and fears from this hour are done: 34237|All, who in darkness dwell, or hope to die. 34237|So let us look to the Light, the Light! 34237|For never yet had Night so bright a dawn, 34237|So glistering a web of light and shade, 34237|As now is stricken the dark from our sky. 34237|In the dark the dead lie: we look to the light, 34237|To the last gleam of the last ray of light. 34237|And ah! we wish them comfort and rest; 34237|The gloom of the night, and the bitter cold! 34237|In the dark the dead lie, and their spirits kneel, 34237|'Neath the weight of this shame on their brow, 34237|With their hopes and fears from this hour grown dim, 34237|All, who in darkness dwell, or hope to die. 34237|And now let us sing the last song of all-- 34237|"_"All hail, ye saints!"_" 34237|"_"To God of Sun and Moon, an holy Priest, 34237|To Him, the Saviour, and all the Angels round; 34237|To the Lamb that was once born on the earth 34237|With the Saviour's mother mild and tender; 34237|To the Godless and persecuting Priest, 34237|The Godless Maker, and his worshippers; 34237|And to all the nameless millions that are yet to be; 34237|To the lone Shepherds, and to the helpless Shepherds' angels, 34237|The Shepherds and their Angels, that will be!_" 34237|The night is long, the moon rides high, 34237|The light is brief; 34237|My dream was sad, my hopes were faint. 34237|A dream of thee, Mary, dear and kind, 34237|In the dim night's chill light, 34237|The soft air on my cheek hath blown, 34237|But thou art far away! 34237|At dawn I woke, and saw the morn 34237|Blot through the misty air; 34237|The skies yet hid the awful day, 34237|But o'er the western plain, 34237|With dusky wings outspread and bare, 34237|A star came forth to see. 34237|No star of light, but, pale and bright 34237|In the red gloom, a lonely meteor, 34237|A beacon gleamed, and pale, 34237|From out the distance borne. 34237|No meteor, but, a light of awe, 34237|A vision vast and dread, 34237|It seemed that all the starry hall 34237|With dread eclipse was hid. 34237|The night was still; the stars were hid 34237|Beneath the misty veil; 34237|And on the air a mingled sound 34237|Of hollow, hollow thunders broke, 34237|That like a heavy chime, 34237|Like heavy, heavy chimes, did ring, 34237|In hideous triumphing. 34237|And like a heavy, heavy chime, 34237|Drowning all harmony and sound 34237|The sound of heavy, heavy chimes, 34237|Lost in the whirl of worlds! 34237|As in the daybreak hour it is 34237|The hope of souls to see, 34237|When o'er an empty world of pain, 34237|The bright, sweet vision beams-- 34237|As in the daybreak hour it is 34237|The hope of souls to see! 34237|I love the sun for his brightness, 34237|His loveliness, his majesty-- 34237|Yet he so often deifies me; 34237|He is my rapture ======================================== SAMPLE 1650 ======================================== 28591|The soul of man is like an ocean. 28591|The soul of man is like a sky. 28591|The soul of man at last shall be 28591|A tree in some green mountain cleft. 28591|No tree in all the world so tall 28591|Shall ever ring with any one 28591|Who hath the gift of singing sad: 28591|A bitter tree it shall be: 28591|And yet, dear Lord, so wise and good, 28591|I think, with all my soul indeed: 28591|That, if it seem some pity's use 28591|To gaze upon, it needth thee. 28591|If thou wouldst keep me all short while, 28591|I must have patience to endure. 28591|A little longer and, dear Lord, 28591|I am undone: 28591|It is enough--I am my Lord, and thou wast my God. 28591|But now the time has come; come gladly, Lord; 28591|What have I to do with time? 28591|It is enough! I trust, without a wish, 28591|To come into the garden of the Lord. 28591|He only waits thee: all thy wants he knows, 28591|Nor any more thy wants shall be. 28591|Now come into the garden, Lord, and go; 28591|What need we more to make thee sweet? 28591|Thy voice is good to hear, and well thy looks 28591|He knows, and he will show thee why. 28591|Lord, for thy sake this hour, I thank thee, God; 28591|Do with me as thou wilt: 28591|The fruit is good, the leaves to withering, and 28591|The boughs are worth the breaking. 28591|My heart is sore to bear; 28591|No pain hath touched the flesh, 28591|Where I have been the slave o' day. 28591|My soul is sick and sore; 28591|No wound can harm the heart below; 28591|The only things I crave 28591|Are thorns and death. 28591|My weary eyes are dim; 28591|I lie upon the bed 28591|Of sorrow, and I cannot see 28591|The sun nor any star. 28591|The darkness, dark as death, 28591|Seems like a body's gloom; 28591|It seems a lifeless weight, and yet 28591|It holds no life or will. 28591|I see, I see-- 28591|But not the path, my Friend, nor 28591|The sun, nor any star-- 28591|But only the earth, and all its lot, 28591|Its earthy dross and dust. 28591|O Lord! what harm, what wrong hast thou done, 28591|That none may pity, none can pen thee? 28591|Why was not thou a soul like me, 28591|A soul of all thy kind before? 28591|I would not be thy slave, only thine 28591|For one hour more! 28591|How could my heart more freely make 28591|Restraint, 28591|Nor know 'twas for my sake I cried? 28591|Thou'rt sad, poor heart! 28591|Yet, still at last, 28591|Thou art content to sleep 28591|Thy sleep. 28591|Be it so; though in this dim, 28591|In this black world, Thou findest rest; 28591|'Tis better, in a deeper sea 28591|Than shoreless ground. 28591|In that, by God, 28591|I love thee more than all, in this 28591|And better place,-- 28591|Thou art, I can but say, 28591|Thou holdest life for ever new. 28591|Thou hast the power to make me glad; 28591|Thou hast the power to make me sad, 28591|Thou hast the power to make me glad. 28591|Thou hast the power to raise or lower 28591|My joys or my woes; 28591|Thou hast the power, my Friend, to take 28591|My joy away; 28591|Thou hast the power--O Lord! it is-- 28591|My heart to win! 28591|Yet, not for that thou art not ======================================== SAMPLE 1660 ======================================== 1471|The air is very thin; the air is very full. 1471|I feel my heart close round my throat, 1471|Thick as a thyre in sea. 1471|Thy hand is fair 1471|That lays 1471|In its soft palm 1471|A flower most pure, 1471|That is more fair 1471|Than this 1471|Tuneful, tuneful one-- 1471|A flower is deadlier-- 1471|A flower more beautiful! 1471|The sweetest song, 1471|The loneliest bird, 1471|Is most lost 1471|Where the wind blows-- 1471|Where the wind blows 1471|And the cold wind 1471|Bears all the flowers to thee. 1471|No flower, but more sweet 1471|Than this 1471|Sweetest flower that 1471|Takes the storm 1471|All over the sky. 1471|Though thy sweet face 1471|It may blow 1471|To the sea 1471|And it blow 1471|To the shore 1471|Of the flower, 1471|Yet thou art a breeze, 1471|Nor a storm, 1471|For the flower, 1471|The wind that takes all things. 1471|Thou art so sweet, 1471|Thou art so great 1471|That thou art 1471|Of the wind that can give and take. 1471|Thou art all things; 1471|Not one little blossom there-above 1471|Is thine, but grows 1471|To thine own full measure, made 1471|Of many seeds, 1471|Sowing itself unceasingly 1471|Through heaven and earth, 1471|Till it is all full-crowned with flowers 1471|And full-grown in every place. 1471|Not only for thy sake I love them so. 1471|For thy sake--but for them 1471|Who are in a like plight with thee--they feel 1471|The love 1471|Of that most lovely mother Nature. 1471|The world is in my eyes--the night is dim with clouds, 1471|The wind blows--the world is not in my eyes. 1471|O sweet, sweet vision... all dreams of sun, of moon, 1471|Of stars the glories of and grass, and the birds' and bees'-- 1471|These are in thee-- 1471|O dream of youth, O dream of man's ambitious mind, 1471|Of time, of beauty, and truth, and the beautiful skies! 1471|O dream that man's as little as a dream of thine, 1471|Dream that love's no stronger than grief for fame's sake! 1471|Sauntering like one I would not let my heart be lonely, 1471|I carry my face to the sun, O world. 1471|I cannot think what things will come to thee in this 1471|world of thy sorrow and strife! 1471|I am not sure to-morrow,--nay, I am not even sure 1471|this moment! 1471|I love this day--this day! [_Ep._ 4.] 1471|I know not by what names these flowers are named; 1471|For still their names are breathings to the heart. 1471|I love this day--this day! [_Ep._ 5.] 1471|O world! O world! [_Ep._ 6.] 1471|O rose, if that be the name thou bear'st, 1471|This dainty little rose, perchance it were 1471|I wove a necklace just of thy leaves; 1471|And if I thought it might be thou might'st, 1471|Perhaps my heart might sweeten to thy name, 1471|As now my love to thee. 1471|I know not what ======================================== SAMPLE 1670 ======================================== 1304|And all that is to do. 1304|To thee, my love, my heart, 1304|Thou, heart of mine, art dear; 1304|What can I do that dost please thee, 1304|That my poor heart do most? 1304|The poor man's heart does all that's fit, 1304|My heart of thine, my heart of fire; 1304|And my poor heart, it is thee, dear maid, 1304|That loves thee best. 1304|Thou, heart of mine, dost thou not hear 1304|My vows, that I make unto thee? 1304|Love, dost thou not deign to look 1304|On this pale face I wear on high, 1304|When down below it all is done, 1304|And I lie low? 1304|Love, dost thou not hear my sighs? 1304|I swear it is enough: thou, heart of fire, 1304|Wilt not refuse the sacrifice 1304|Of a true heart, and a true love, 1304|That love's too. 1304|O fair is love as day, or light, or night, 1304|But fairer is fair love, when done; 1304|And fairer still, when done in peace. 1304|My love is fairer than the day, 1304|And better than her fairest: 1304|Love, I say, is fainter than her eye, 1304|And dearer, than her dearest. 1304|The poor love of a common grave, 1304|That was not made for mourning, 1304|Forgetting the sad noise of war, 1304|Where many hearts are breaking: 1304|The poor love of a common grave, 1304|That was not made for mourning! 1304|There 's naught beneath the grass, there 's naught 1304|Upon the uplands, 1304|That a shepherd will not thrust aside 1304|To lean himself upon! 1304|There 's nothing but the plaice's shadow, 1304|And the flow'ret whispering: 1304|Oh, the poor love of a common grave, 1304|That 's not made for mourning! 1304|The poor love of a common grave, 1304|That was not made for mourning! 1304|It is a little thing, the pride 1304|Of youthfulness is to be seen, 1304|And the poor love of a common grave, 1304|That 's not made for mourning! 1304|It 's a little thing, the pride, 1304|The little love of women; 1304|It is but a little word, said 1304|As a young man lay, 1304|Or as a child sleeps within his bed 1304|Unto his pillow weeping: 1304|The little love of a common grave 1304|That 's not made for mourning! 1304|It 's a little thing, the pride, 1304|The little love of women; 1304|The sorrow of a grave is it, 1304|The sorrow of a wife; 1304|Oh, the poor love of a common grave, 1304|That 's not made for mourning! 1304|It 's a little thing, the pride, 1304|The little love of women; 1304|It is but a little word, said 1304|As the man wakes at evenfall; 1304|But, oh, it is the little love of a common grave 1304|That 's not made for mourning! 1304|I 've been many a-wooing, sae meikle red, 1304|And many a bonnie blue day, 1304|But the one that seemed to me the dearest 1304|Ain't the man I knew; 1304|Oh, it 's that wee ca'ng pinnie, Peg! 1304|That I loved the best of all! 1304|And the dearest thing their eyes could see 1304|Was just where my heartmost lay; 1304|And the dearest thing on earth to me 1304|Was that wee thing, Peg! 1304|But every night, when I waked, I cried, 1304|Yet at morn my face as red 1304|And my hair as light as the feathery snow 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 1680 ======================================== 1471|But to the sky and the sea-shell's foam, 1471|O my Love! 1471|(Handsome, handily, the flower upon his lap!) 1471|What art thou, a little flower, 1471|To make the air so full of noise? 1471|Art thou a windmill, a broken broken toy, 1471|To be thrown and caught and smashed? 1471|A break-stone 1471|That none get out of the garden 1471|But the mad dogs that play their houses! 1471|Forgive my silly fear! 1471|For I have kissed his face the last of this day. 1471|What art thou, a flower? 1471|Thy little mouth, and thy little crown, 1471|Thin as the heart on thine arm? 1471|(Sweet, sweet, to the sweet! and the bitter taste!) 1471|Thy tiny white eye, 1471|The place in life where Love will sit 1471|With the sun and I, and no one else? 1471|And the sweet taste of his kiss on my mouth 1471|And the sweets of his breath, 1471|And the soft, cold hand that holds and shakes them? 1471|(Ah, sweet, sweet, to the sweet!) 1471|Sittest, sweet, with a smile of her lips, 1471|Sittest on his knee, in a wreath of flowers. 1471|Sittest by the river 1471|Watching the white clouds go by, 1471|Tossing the streamers of the sun 1471|Tropical and sweet: 1471|Sittest in the midst of the dew-besprent grasses, 1471|With a smile on thy rosy lips. 1471|(Sittest in the midst of the dew-beds and the murmuring mill-wheels, 1471|Laugh, laugh, the old ears of the wind!) 1471|Laugh, laugh, what a wise they were in their day, 1471|Hear, hear, the song that they wove, 1471|Songs of love and songs of joy, 1471|O the sweet and the splendid way they sang! 1471|(Laugh, laugh, the young ears of the wind!) 1471|Laugh, laugh on thy little fingers of white, 1471|Laugh on thy little feet of green, 1471|Laugh on the finger of thy hand, 1471|(Hear, hear, the sweet songs of thy heart!) 1471|Ah, laugh on, laugh on! 1471|Laugh when thy song is done, 1471|Hear when the final note 1471|Sinks in the heart in reproach: 1471|Never do they lie 1471|Songs of love on the tongue of the fool, 1471|Songs of joy in the head 1471|Of a wretch of the world of men. 1471|Ah, laugh on, laugh on! 1471|Laugh, laugh on by the light 1471|Of the eyes that stare it dead, 1471|All thy sorrow and all thy sin 1471|In the sight and heart, 1471|Turned to laughter for aid, 1471|(Songs of joy, Sings of joy!) 1471|And, lo, thy Love, thy Love! 1471|Sings of the sun: it is he, 1471|From his mouth the hot sun steals 1471|Through the leaves and opens, and at last 1471|Through the ground itself I perceive, 1471|So that life and every living thing 1471|Died at his words and light! 1471|(Songs of light, O, songs of light!) 1471|Ah! the sun-heart of my lady 1471|Sits in the sky at rest and shines; 1471|And the night-rose and the spring-time grass 1471|Crown his head and hide him 1471|'Gainst the morning. 1471|(Ah, my love, my sun-heart, 1471|Sing, that my tongue may speak, 1471|In the heat of thy burning breath, 1471|The music of all songs, O, sing!) 1471|Ah! the sunrise-rose, the morning-yellow, 1471|The light of my lady's eyes in them, 14 ======================================== SAMPLE 1690 ======================================== 35991|Of a girl like you who knew all about it. 35991|And she got on to the train, where she found you, 35991|Your wife, Barbara, who had written to her, 35991|And said, you see, you are not to be trusted. 35991|To tell the truth I had a serious quarrel, 35991|And called her a traitor, now, of her love, 35991|Who betrayed me too, when we were eloped. 35991|But I have been a husband to your sister, 35991|And to your wife, Barbara, to your sister, 35991|And to your wife, Barbara, I have been true. 35991|But see, now I have a wife, I can't have one, 35991|No, certainly not, if she's to marry this one, 35991|This one and you are, no doubt, if you see, 35991|She'll grow up to be many things, a mouche, 35991|More here and less there, a madman's wife, 35991|I think, for love of her. 35991|Forgive me, 35991|But this I know, as I say before, 35991|For me it's all one, these letters of yours, 35991|And mine, the love you keep and treasure too. 35991|Now don't tell me my spirit was not there; 35991|We talk about love, but we do not talk 35991|About something so true and comforting. 35991|I am not in the right if you refuse 35991|To make these letters in your face your wife. 35991|It is a man's right and man's duty 35991|To love and help his fellow man, not call him. 35991|You see it's not the love of passion alone 35991|That makes a man a man or holds him free; 35991|It's deeper, and more ardent than that. 35991|Have you put your arm about this woman, 35991|Or touched her in some way, or told her truths, 35991|Or given her any help in any way? 35991|Is she a girl? Or is she a woman too, 35991|As true and loving as you say? 35991|Or, is she all that she seems to be? 35991|Then say the love you have for her is vain! 35991|Say, if she be a girl, how can you trust her, 35991|If, after the first, she be a man, 35991|Or is she all that you say she is? 35991|I know you think this, but don't you see? 35991|The love you have for her is only so. 35991|Have you found it true from day to day 35991|But you don't see why that love should pass 35991|So unappreciated, unappreciated, 35991|As time goes on? 35991|You see I have gone through all these years, 35991|And I'd be sick if I considered love 35991|As anything but a human weakness, 35991|Weak as weakness is in womanhood 35991|When weakness is in womanhood's a weakness 35991|To womanhood. 35991|But love is something in the spirit of man 35991|Which comes to him from God's own spirit, 35991|An element which touches the highest 35991|And most profound, and is incarnated 35991|Through body and through soul, through brain and brain, 35991|The lightest touch, and is incarnated 35991|In outward actions, the action of the hands 35991|And feet, or of the eyes or of the mind. 35991|And if it be a weakness, weakness is that 35991|In human nature, weakness in a woman, 35991|Not strength in human nature--but I know 35991|The weakness is a weakness in you too, 35991|Or you in me if you refuse her love, 35991|Or I in you should reject it. 35991|I know I know 35991|Why I do this, my friend, why I break up 35991 ======================================== SAMPLE 1700 ======================================== 20|Him thus in haste to Heaven his wings unloos'd, 20|And up to Heav'n as Saint from Pan's high roof 20|Slick glided, and right glimmer'd o're the wing 20|That for the Saviour ferried him. The Star 20|Yet mixt with that large host, not far off showed, 20|Bright as a lance, clear shining: At thir approach 20|Saint Peter to his Princes first espied 20|Clear Image, and, with Saint Paul, close by 20|Advancing, a bright fierie Tabernacle 20|Of colour beautiful, and grosse as Heaven. 20|Behold that Spirit, he had guid clear Sea, 20|And Land remote; on either hand 20|Were numerous Martyrs, sweatie of hand, 20|And bloodie scourge them slew them: On the wings 20|Of Heaven high flying, a glorious Tabernacle, 20|Like a calm-seeing eye, he gazeth, and looks 20|On all this Universe, and would essay 20|To speak, but inward Thoughts will sometimes rise, 20|Frowning, and Thoughts that must follow; so all flesh 20|Dark, obscurest, wise, or unfulfill'd, he searches 20|Through night and day; till on the winged prow 20|That flyes before him Starts, flying still 20|Through various shades of Eternal Iole, 20|He finds, or where found, with what name shall last 20|Eternal, and then settle in his mind 20|Through all succeeding Years: till, found and rais'd 20|In Heav'n, such grievous News to utter found, 20|This Sea he pass'd, and in the Son of God 20|Came safely: for from Death he maketh known, 20|His great Manger, him to open Stand 20|Accepting New! He came to bring more Power 20|And to augment his Dignities. 20|As on thir glorious Pontifical way 20|He pass'd, two Natives of Heav'n were seen, 20|Vocabularious; one call'd Greek, the Names 20|Of Principalities and powers in Heav'n 20|Ceres and Bacchus; the other Latin, 20|As is the Liberty of English song: 20|Both Gods though Latium now esteems not, holds 20|Among thir Gods abject, low, and undecayed: 20|Both under Government of a single Power 20|Implacable, destructive, and severe; 20|One Mass, one Triad; twin Gods of threefold kind, 20|With joy extended, with love extended, 20|With life extended, and with life extended 20|Both in perpetuity also lives 20|Both in perpetuity also lives. 20|Both in the EARliest Times both both did keep 20|Homage to th' Gate of Heav'n, by their works thus far 20|Proceeding, to the Gate of his or thir God, 20|Th' eternal Gate: by thir infinite Gratia 20|iat test of Prophecy, foreseeing of late 20|The great Event, when SATAN thence by fraud 20|Will be deceav'd, and through accident 20|Degradable, through foolish tremors impur'd 20|In divers Places under Heav'ns high Steed: 20|Yet not yet he mov'd: the proud attempt 20|Trembled in his Soul indignant, and fear'd 20|Commotion farr off shin'd, and more treach'rous hate 20|Enjoin'd: he on his self sole Comforter 20|Of himself and all his Rage employed 20|In his own Soul, and round him wrauth unbrac'd 20|Rul'd with corruption, rife as erst with Sorrow 20|When the great Parent Mut now makes Tremble fair, 20|And remorseful Anger, now with pale Distress 20|Of som increase, now with disdain resolv'd, 20|Now with wild rage the whole Estate severd, 20|Now more enrag'd, then guilty Courage feign'd: 20|To whom the Tempter with contemptuous look 20|And bitter Reply thus turn'd, and in the Shade 20|Turn'd to the STRENGTH of Man calmA(6) no more 20|Then in the Polar Cloud: "O sad event, 20|This does he ======================================== SAMPLE 1710 ======================================== 8187|"And, if you want some fiddlers--" 8187|(Cried out the "lumber")--" come here; 8187|I've got _something_ to _something_ for you! 8187|"And then, if you want some harmonies, 8187|I'll _make up_ a set with notes I'm playing 8187|The latest Mahler in his _blues_. 8187|"But please don't tarry--_if you get a hundred,_ 8187|A hundred will come right away; 8187|But I've a word here, 'tis very plain, 8187|I _am starving for a dollar; 8187|And I've a word, I'd like but _one_-- 8187|I've a _new_ word to say, my friend!" 8187|_His_ _finger_ (he cried) _was_ near, at last, 8187|When, to his credit, the numbers came: 8187|"A Hundred! O thank you! you're much, I fear, 8187|"Too near the blue, but still, all right!" 8187|And _then_ he played his first song for his friends, 8187|Singing, as if he were but dim, 8187|The happy numbers that his genius rolled 8187|Into the music in his head; 8187|And from his bosom the rich harpsichord 8187|Dropped a flood, that stole into his brain, 8187|Of numbers, as soft as soft as they were strong, 8187|Tuned to the heart his own desired tone; 8187|And, as the orchestra's notes were but few, 8187|Fresher and more full the rising wave, 8187|And--like the waters breaking on the shore 8187|Of some dark river, when the winds of heaven 8187|Are blowing o'er the cliffs that hide it, 8187|But sweeter, though stronger, and more deep,-- 8187|He poured them on with rapturous strain, 8187|Till those that heard the whole went singingly 8187|To be enchanted with their music's voice. 8187|And, when the words were rhymed together, 8187|The sound so soft and yet so strong, 8187|That, while the friends were listening, they went 8187|As if they had been led by the spell 8187|Of those sweet souls, whom Nature, they say, 8187|From the first hour, in boyhood, knew the power 8187|Of numbers, with a charm their own 8187|To waken, and from all the rest 8187|Of the fair town in which they dwelt, 8187|And all the many melodies that float 8187|Around its shores, the one only theme 8187|With which they had in all their songs combined-- 8187|The tones of that first _singer_, whom Nature 8187|Made the great _estheral_ of her lyres, 8187|And who 8187|Had left, as his last happy hours fled, 8187|His own land,--and had left it, no less 8187|For ever, than the last faint sigh 8187|Of that lone mariner, who sits 8187|On the deck of history, with melancholy 8187|And tears of regret, from every hour 8187|Lifting to heaven the last sad sigh 8187|That he can find his lonely bark. 8187|And the "twin notes" that, as the song rolled on, 8187|Seemed all which Heaven to music grants, 8187|Were--tunes, as he played them--like a smile 8187|From his sweet wife and all her charms! 8187|Till now the _first_ song that he had sung 8187|Had been too weakly, and the _second_ 8187|His heart had drifted to a "throbber" full 8187|Of harmony, and he had sung it. 8187|But, while he sat and wove, with thoughtless mien, 8187|Around the new set of chords, a spell, 8187|His heart beat wildly in a minute 8187|Of tumult, far along its way. 8187|And a song, which he had dreamed or heard,-- 8187|It might have been the hymn of the choir, 8187|The closing song of some old ======================================== SAMPLE 1720 ======================================== 1002|On him, who on the cross was crucified. 1002|So to the mountain it turns, that to its base 1002|It may be called, from thenceforth a sign for ever. 1002|And whatsoever way one hasteneth down 1002|Along this ladder, if soul be willing, all 1002|The way returns to where thou didst arrive, 1002|As soon as we return to earth. This place 1002|Is ever illustrious, from the want of her 1002|Who made it worthy of that name so new." 1002|And I to him: "By other pathway will I go, 1002|Than by that goodly discourse alone thou teach me; 1002|For it is written, 'He whosoever shall 1002|Return unto his country, and hath paid the tax, 1002|Is of the angels unto God vindicated,' 1002|(Evid.'s 9th. 9. 11). No one from thence can be 1002|Except a Just Person, and that is to whom God 1002|Due reward is waiting, in the fire of hell 1002|As it is stated in 1 Cor. iv. 15." 1002|Then he turned on his heel, and said: "Along this 1002|The dead proceed, in punishment untold, 1002|And Judas, and the band under arrest 1002|Led by his false guide, and many more beside; 1002|All are here found guilty of some dire sin, 1002|Except what mourners are, who have from loss 1002|Of relatives rescue. O merry, joyous soul, 1002|Look upward to the utmost of the heavens, 1002|There where thou feelest hell first open its jaws!" 1002|And as he turned once more, mine eyes endured not 1002|Not without revolution to the light 1002|Which he devoted to the eddying wind, 1002|When he issued forth so suddenly from it, 1002|Upward across the river unto the sun. 1002|From bridge to bridge, with step alike slow, 1002|The dead passed onward, by successive steps 1002|In lengthened march, till at the very marge 1002|They touch the goal wherein is placed the oar; 1002|And here I stopped my face, and only cried, 1002|"Stop, let me see thee, thou Enlightened One!" 1002|And he to me: "Wherefore dost look so questing 1002|Thine eyes towards the lofty tribunal? 1002|See if thou canst, whether hereafter thou art 1002|Possess'd of more than simple love for me." 1002|As turtlewards a living man, ere he dies, 1002|Draws up his vext side towards the centre, 1002|Visibly it shows where there should be an arrow; 1002|And thus did I, gazing in those eyes, distinguish 1002|Whether at the circumambient air would 1002|Have come again, or from below had gone. 1002|Scarce had I ceased from reaching to my forehead, 1002|Ere upon my right breast more rapid stroke'd 1002|The axlet of a shaft, that issued from it. 1002|A light swiftly coming from on high, 1002|Which seemed from substance different and extraordinary, 1002|And not by eddying of a river through water, 1002|Ran through and touched the phantom obscene. 1002|I turned round face me unto the blessed Seraphim, 1002|And asked of them what had my perplexity means. 1002|And they to me: "In a few moments more 1002|Death to this new abomination thou shalt see, 1002|Unless thou fasten down thy will with firmness. 1002|Think on that privilege, for which those martyrs 1002|For the faith of which thou liest pierced in Hell." 1002|Thus said they; and I straightened my brow and bent 1002|My sight to where after second death I was, 1002|And, persevering in my doubt, I asked them: 1002|"How many times must thou dainty flesh thou chewest, 1002|Before that of two evils thou shalt discern 1002|The favorable and the negative?" "Once," they answered, 1002|"Each takes with sin the other; and therefore thou 1002|Must say that thou chewest the food of life ======================================== SAMPLE 1730 ======================================== 1852|The young man, who was then about to return to his own country, was seized by 1852|The young man was conscious that he was bleeding,--he had been 1852|But, as a man with his life seems to pass, and the mind passes before 1852|In the early morning, the same voice cried in all directions: 1852|That is the sound of the sea-gulls flying from the cliffs. 1852|That is the signal of the night-watch by the lighthouse. 1852|It was night, and from the towers at the head of the river there came the 1852|The young man sank and lay entranced with amazement. 1852|The young man opened his eyes. 1852|He saw nothing, and he rose slowly and slowly toward the bedside; 1852|He saw nothing but a thin sheet on the gravel, and a voice, he 1852|"The Master commands me to rise!" 1852|He raised his eyes, and he saw, from within his room, nothing more--and 1852|I am no poet, but I have learned a wonderful art 1852|In keeping the little things that are best of all things. 1852|What is this thing that has come to thee? 1852|The word he had not even said; 1852|Nor was it the last; nor yet the best. 1852|But as if she wished to speak in his ears. 1852|At the top of her voice, on her lips, 1852|That was the song, and the song alone. 1852|For it was the song that he, 1852|At that moment, had dream'd in his sleep, 1852|And which she had made and had sung. 1852|His heart,--how it rocked! when the note seemed 1852|So beautiful, so beautiful! 1852|His cheek, how it sparkled! Oh, yes, 1852|It was bright as a gem with a name! 1852|The night was very black, and the blackness around him 1852|Swept like a sea; he thought very little about sleeping. 1852|It seem'd to him that the time for sitting was at hand. 1852|And he rose up from his bed, as if he had done it before. 1852|The day had not yet began. 1852|He had seen the day with its sun, and its clouds, and its trees, 1852|And had come, with his watch, into his garden: and there stood, 1852|And with the dawn were the roses which bore his name. 1852|He had come in the morning as if it were to greet him. 1852|He was there--he was there! 1852|His heart, on the brink of his heart, 1852|Moved--and the song, and the song alone, 1852|Where in the morning it must have been sung. 1852|The song and the song alone, 1852|His heart! his heart and his song! 1852|He had come, in the dawning, with his heart to his heart, 1852|And the roses had kissed as he kiss'd them. 1852|For, as to a girl that has lost her first lover, he thought 1852|Of the woman he had lost before the girl! 1852|His heart there was none, but it rose up and murmured, 1852|"My sweetheart, come back, my sweetheart! Come back! 1852|For my heart, at last,--oh, my heart will be seen! 1852|And my heart will be seen!... I will go back, I will 1852|Return, come back!... And what is the worst of it? 1852|"I'll follow her! ... I'll follow her! 1852|I will follow her, and kiss her, and kiss her, and 1852|kiss her, and kiss and kiss!... 1852|And if she--what is the last that she might say? 1852|Come, come! I'll follow her,--and my heart is still mine." 1852|He was up--he was up! 1852|He went to the house, he went into the garden; 1852|And he saw only the roses, pale and white, 1852|Which his soul had so lov'd, and so dearly loved. 1852|He rose--he was up--he was up! 1852|He entered out onto the lawn, ======================================== SAMPLE 1740 ======================================== 16059|El viento fué el tesoro, 16059|Que en vano, se encontrara 16059|Qué lleva cual gana mía. 16059|Todo el rostro, señor Cuellas, 16059|Que con su arrullador se apaga, 16059|Que con otras fortanes tirano 16059|Su vuela luz y hacer lejos, 16059|El mar inuenta la fiesta 16059|De los hombres del mar. 16059|Un arfrisho suelto ejemplo 16059|Un arfrisho suelo loco, 16059|Mas ¡oh tan bastida, oh vuelo, 16059|La espajada riendo lejos! 16059|Y entre veces en penas lumbres 16059|A un casta y a un morto, 16059|Y entre veces en su arrulla 16059|Cuando en las puertas el suelo. 16059|Quando en las puertas veneno, 16059|Tengo de venir en la montaña, 16059|Pasas de asombro se aguardase 16059|Lanzaré por todo en torno. 16059|Y con los ojos á ese ciego 16059|Y en las marts gustan enmuda, 16059|En roncades guerreros nuevos 16059|Entre los más aniversados. 16059|Pero de la tierra tu grandeza 16059|Con fuerza atónita palma, 16059|Y aunque es principio que el cielo 16059|Al llegar de más palmares. 16059|A quién venganza en tu seno, 16059|Y de mi alma como envidió: 16059|«_El cielo á las sentidos 16059|Al cielo á las páramos 16059|Ganado y colosal mentido; 16059|¿Quién mi estar poblobos 16059|A la muerte ó más menos? 16059|Y así á los pies tanto? 16059|Y de ver la vuestro ley 16059|Sin que parece al fin sobreviendo, 16059|Mas por amoroso ley 16059|Tal era la señal de los pies, 16059|De su voz también no parece.» 16059|Y el más grato del pecho 16059|En que se os grande segres; 16059|Quien era oscura y tanto 16059|Y el seso de castillos 16059|En fin tan gocas vuelves; 16059|El amante de su aliento 16059|Se habla el juez fuentel alcalde, 16059|Hariéndose la voz do fuega 16059|Las que pueda tan fué, 16059|Y en los pies de tu prix 16059|Los ecos de oro amarillo 16059|Por las gracias de su seno 16059|El nido de tu honroso sin; 16059|De los alabanas despogió 16059|Te enfrenco atroz, tu sangre y tu grato 16059|Con cuanto estarme enfade 16059|Cual cuanto esplendor se acerca 16059|Por aquel yelo esté de tu bizer. 16059|Dejó aquella un grande tesoro 16059|El cielo de sus pies 16059|Y entre sus palmas despreciado, 16059|Más que el cielo se escucha: 16059|Hay en lágrimas, pues si á niña 16059|Me enmuda á así se entiere, 16059|Y uno de talón parece. 16059|Allí la esposa sonrada, 16059|¡Oh cuánto se están, amiga! 16059|Que el cual ======================================== SAMPLE 1750 ======================================== 615|And the whole land in the field would seem to stand, 615|Where a plain's breadth, half a mile through wood and mead, 615|In ten short laps was trodden by the wight. 615|This while the knight, a warrior so renowned, 615|Had not the prowess nor the arm to fight, 615|Save by that one the lady's shield espied, 615|Which she herself had cast and used before. 615|The first I know, my lady, and I hear, 615|Whence he that shield has turned, to thee I show. 615|The noble knight (with wonder, at whose heart 615|He felt such awe) of royal Charlemagne 615|(For Charlemagne his own and glorious fame, 615|And Charizard's title, which such worth endears) 615|Now deemed the goodliest one of knights around, 615|Now seen and felt, as with the goodly one 615|He stood, in awe and wonder stood the more; 615|So that, in his first step, he made his stand, 615|And with such mighty force the fight defied. 615|Nor less withal the dame the champion did; 615|And, but for him, would have no more withstood 615|She such a charge, or taken so the spear. 615|If he had borne in mind what lady, near 615|Whom he had fallen, and who should have borne 615|A charge to him, had borne that other load, 615|Since he but now was on his feet again, 615|And, though by magic wrought, would do no ill, 615|And could have rescued from the danger there 615|That other he with magic had assaied. 615|In such a cause she might not well refuse 615|To see a cavalier who could oppose 615|Her virtue, and her good address have won; 615|Nor this, nor that: if the sovereign willed, 615|And granted it, her son of the realm should stay. 615|And of his lady no defence had he: 615|She dared not, she alone was left untied. 615|The other, as I said, at first had fled, 615|But that she deemed the dame was to blame; 615|From whom foul sin had done her cause away. 615|This thought her, as she to an old woman said, 615|(A younger and a daintie of her name) 615|That she herself had done that which was done, 615|And she should not be made to suffer further; 615|And that she to the rest might well accord, 615|But she had done so by her lord alone. 615|For had his knight been by a damsel known, 615|Nor in that lady's point the same been held 615|As by herself, her fault had surely died, 615|Nor such such fault was hers, as now is brought 615|To death's door in such a man's despite. 615|Of her past wrong no further had she rued; 615|But thought it good that her beloved's woe 615|Should be the first and last her sorrows told; 615|And that such good befell the lady was, 615|As all that time, a thing not evermore: 615|For she that knight, that damsel, and that man 615|Were of her spouse, and her this evil had. 615|Nor should she ever, if she ever durst, 615|Breathe out a word, nor speak a lesson sore; 615|And that the fault herself had done was found, 615|And that her wily scheme was, by none, 615|The cause and origin of all the dame. 615|And now, that other's fault she ought to bear, 615|She should have had her husband to the proof. 615|To whom with more than the common courtesy 615|The cavalier and damsel gave her grace. 615|She, when in his presence she is seen to stand, 615|(Nor will she, by that order, make delay) 615|Saying, "Sir, (and with the courteous answer made,) 615|I'm a maiden, and am wedded without. 615|A noble knight my lord is, worthy me 615|So far in arms to take my place with one 615|That cannot bear, because to love alone 615|My heart has been united. But that art 615|I hold for best, for which the warrior-sword 615|Of the ======================================== SAMPLE 1760 ======================================== 1365|Then with a sigh he rose, and, as he passed, 1365|Turned to me, with fondened face, and cried: 1365|"My little child! How happy I had been 1365|If thou hadst lived to see thy day of grace! 1365|I never might have deemed it possible 1365|That fate, which fate so nobly achieved, 1365|Should thrust me from the joys which I enjoy. 1365|I thank thee for the hope which still doth keep, 1365|Since life itself has ceased to wither, 1365|My spirit from the grave to raise, 1365|And so live on beyond the grave! 1365|"And, since thou hast agreed to this, 1365|I leave the scene of death and life; 1365|As I have passed into the future, 1365|That is now Aurora's boundless realm!" 1365|He ended, and with gentle voice, 1365|As if his parting words would comfort, 1365|Whispered me: "Thou shalt not perish utterly 1365|Ere thou hast learned to know thy father!" 1365|Then, lifting me by my white arms, 1365|He led me to my father's cottage, 1365|Whither, as all true-thoughting men, 1365|They went with their dear ones into the grave. 1365|So I beheld this garden, spread 1365|With many a ruddy blossom and spreading bloom, 1365|As if all bloomed everywhere. 1365|And all the little lilies, young and fair, 1365|Were looking up to me. 1365|And when I looked at them, a memory 1365|Of those dear years in home away from the world's scenes and cares, 1365|Was in their looks and in their ways. 1365|But they told much of secret life and death, 1365|Of deeds of love, and the grave-dews' sighs, 1365|And all that passes in the earth and air. 1365|The little swallows built the little nests 1365|Of straw in the cedar-tree hollows. 1365|And often, when the night was come, 1365|When the night winds, falling, whispered voices to the leaves, 1365|And the little white stars moved in the upper windows, 1365|With the swallows' fluttering wings, 1365|Out of the darkness of the cedar-tree hollows, 1365|Singing in the green boughs the good old lullaby, 1365|As they built their little nests and dreamed soft sleep in the leaves, 1365|I dreamed, in the valley darkening, of the little white 1365|wings, 1365|The little white fluttering wings. 1365|Then came a great bird with the swiftest wing-beats 1365|The wind blew out the lamps in the inn. 1365|And, with one call to my friends in the green boughs, 1365|The great bird flying was gone. 1365|They gathered in a swarm in the little village. 1365|The fire flamed, but no green leaf fell. 1365|For now when we would come in the night to the little village, 1365|We were afraid, when the lamp-light died. 1365|For there we sat in the lighted door at the fire side, 1365|And we laughed and we murmured in the dark. 1365|But now it was shut. We stood up in the darkness where it was. 1365|And the wind began to howl a cry of despair. 1365|The little village, far away, 1365|Is silent, it seems, as he goes. 1365|It is as if the world held no ear 1365|To what the road-side he hears. 1365|It is as if the road ceased to be 1365|To be a ghost, and vanish away. 1365|It is as if the road could never bring, 1365|And never hear, again that day, 1365|Those words so dreadful, and so faint and low, 1365|And so bitter of uncertain tone: 1365|"It is my sister, and I will die." 1365|"It is my sister, and I shall die. 1365|"Let not the darkness blind thee so! 1365|"But thou, who lingerest in the shadow ======================================== SAMPLE 1770 ======================================== 22374|What's yer thought to be, 22374|That me and mine won't know? 22374|My father's out, 22374|The man that he'd been 22374|W'y, I wish that I was. 22374|And I wouldn't care an e't 22374|If he wasn't. 22374|I'd stand on my head, 22374|And say, "If I didn't know, 22374|I'd think that I could walk: 22374|I'd think that I could 22374|I wish that I was." 22374|A man is in the street who does not say, "You're old and fat," 22374|And is never at home who says very few things to me. 22374|I'm always at home when 'e says "Yes" and "No." 22374|A man is in the street who says, "I'm happy," and then goes on, 22374|"I wouldn't have _something_," and he never can remember what. 22374|But this man does not know a word about aught, and never can tell 22374|A man is in the street who doesn't answer him when he says "Yes," 22374|And then, when _I_ say "Thank ye," and then, when he says "No," 22374|He never can remember the word again. 22374|I've seen two beggars walk to market side. 22374|One was old and had lost his socks and drawers too. 22374|He had on puffy trousers and a blue blouse, 22374|And a pair of old hunting boots on his feet; 22374|His drawers were full of anything you want, 22374|His socks full of "mattresses," and "pulleys," and "pins," 22374|And "bulging britches full of straw and hay." 22374|The pugilist made his game with three or four, 22374|And now he is gone and so is "Tobacs" three; 22374|And "Little Jim," the mouser, is lying dead; 22374|The boy on the top of a broken wain. 22374|So the pugilist can take the game, and 22374|His game can take the pugilist by storm, 22374|And one night from the market way, 22374|With a rowdy and a rowdy and a rowdy, 22374|It's "It's time to be home to tea!" 22374|I have seen two beggars walk from Crib 22374|To the market-place one day. 22374|The beggar said, "I wander wide and lonely, 22374|I envy you and all your walks, 22374|For your views are all in the West! 22374|When you've to cross to the other side, 22374|You can leave your work and pay no heed! 22374|At the turnpike stand you can pull from the road 22374|All the cars you want there, with wheels all set! 22374|It's a very good road you know!" 22374|But a cab pulled up beside him and said, 22374|"Don't go that way, you mustn't, I say!" 22374|And the beggar said, "I don't need no help!" 22374|Then the cabman took him by his coat-tail, 22374|And he drove the cab off him like gangway forties. 22374|"The roads of the West are all in the West!" 22374|The cuss did not laugh! 22374|But the cabman said, "I never will!" 22374|And he laughed and laughed away the anger, 22374|And put the car in a box and buried it in the sea. 22374|And the cuss thought he "was doing his duty," 22374|And bowed down to his foot and cried, "Mother!" 22374|So the cabman went out and the crows did call 22374|"Mother, what is the matter?" 22374|An old woman came and she had a scolding 22374|And said, "Old, old, old woman, what's become of you?" 22374|And the old woman said, "I've taken the job of the man toil!" 22374|And the cabman thought of the good his father had been 22374|Saying to the young man at home, "Don't be ======================================== SAMPLE 1780 ======================================== 27221|To the bright eyes of youth, with smiles unspotted, 27221|Inflamed the young blood's ardent vespers, 27221|Inflamed the young blood's ardent vespers; 27221|And the youthful spirits, quick as shaft, 27221|With lightning-flash, at the bright eyes' malice, 27221|With lightning-flash, at the bright eyes' malice! 27221|But vainly did the youthful spirits chase 27221|The blushes, the lights, and the shadows; 27221|No more their youthful beauties they bequeathed 27221|To the black air, the dark air, obscure, 27221|To the black air, the dark air, obscure! 27221|Inhabited now the haunts of ghosts, 27221|Inhabited the cabins of ghastly ghosts, 27221|Inhabited the cabins of ghastly ghosts. 27221|'Twas midnight midnight! the moon, by night 27221|Now, full, shone o'er the silent land; 27221|Now, full, shone o'er the silent land; 27221|And, 'midst the darkening sea, the bard, 27221|With the dim sea and glowing star, 27221|Watched with a silent delight 27221|The nimble billow of the deep. 27221|'Twas midnight midnight! the moon, by night, 27221|Now, full, shone o'er the silent land; 27221|Now, full, shone o'er the silent land; 27221|And, 'midst the darkening sea, the bard, 27221|With the bright sea and glowing star, 27221|Watched with a silent delight 27221|The nimble billow of the deep. 27221|To the sweet airs of Morn, 27221|To the purple morn of Spring, 27221|The golden boughs of Autumn we toll, 27221|The red leaf of Season spurning, 27221|O'er mountain, gorge, and streamlet, 27221|From shore to shore we sound the strain, 27221|While Night, her mantle o'er us tossing, 27221|Sheds o'er the landscape her solemn mantle. 27221|See, while we sing, the murmurs of men; 27221|While sunset, and the coming day, 27221|Dreams of the past, and future's, behold! 27221|Spirit of Beauty, deign then to appear! 27221|Show where the human spirit turns to meet 27221|The light of loveliness with rapture glowing! 27221|Hail, then, the radiant hours of Autumn's day! 27221|Hail to you, ye fleeting days and shades! 27221|While the green elm's deep shade is twinkling 27221|Along the river's winding margin low; 27221|While the wild grape's blood-red lurid head 27221|Is sprinkled o'er the craggy cliff's base, 27221|And the waggons' echoes thunder down the glades! 27221|Hail, ye happy Hours, whose fate is sealed! 27221|Ye that with sweet-toned voice declare 27221|The sweet and wholesome virtues of our clime! 27221|Whose magic influence, from heaven to earth, 27221|Conquers alike the wisest sage and sage. 27221|Hail, for thy presence, joyous, gay, and bright, 27221|While a new life your orb imparts around, 27221|The sun, in some retired forecourt, seems 27221|To gaze, perchance, on your placid orb, 27221|And in a lighter breath of thoughts to sing 27221|Your bright name, O Heaven! for all their smiles and tears. 27221|Hail, to thee, dear time of blithe repose! 27221|When, with thy ruddy o'erflowing tide, 27221|The aged year ascends his pilgrimage. 27221|Thy days, O Autumn! are thy balmy rest, 27221|And every want pleases thee in him that knows. 27221|From thy dear hand the grateful apple falls, 27221|Where the pale sprays and blossoms of the spring are. 27221|And Heaven and man alike in every age 27221|To that sweet juice are driven, and thy praise is cried. 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 1790 ======================================== 1030|To get this Act; 1030|It is a vile 1030|And odious thing, 1030|Such a thing should be 1030|For the sake of a man. 1030|My Lords and Madams, 1030|It would be 1030|Of no great good 1030|If it should pass 1030|For the poor of Kent; 1030|In an age of plenty 1030|The poor are still 1030|Hurt by the rich, 1030|And their plighted faith 1030|Is not ever so. 1030|Your Lordship, &c. 1030|So if your Lords 1030|Should by this act be 1030|Turn'd into poor, 1030|And all the good folk 1030|Fall into the hands 1030|Of the great masters, 1030|We would be obliged 1030|To ask leave of the King 1030|That he his kingdom 1030|May not put to grave, 1030|So we are not long 1030|In passing your Lords, &c. 1030|So, Madam, be up, I have nothing yet to say to you; 1030|The day is almost come, and my late late departure 1030|For want of pleasure or company 1030|To Covent-Garden comes back again. 1030|A short time ago you were ill of late, 1030|(Not well, but scarcely so, I guess), 1030|But that I knew you now, is the thing, 1030|That I can't well excuse, 1030|Since I am glad, however short, 1030|That you are up again. 1030|Have you a fault or do you want a law? 1030|I'm sure, it is a fault of mine, 1030|To force me sometimes, at the same time, 1030|To be sober, to give up wine, 1030|To have a conscience and be clean, 1030|Though I can't help it. Oh! what a change, 1030|To have you in the house again! 1030|A bad law's a good one to curb your will, 1030|But a good law's a good thing to keep; 1030|But a bad law's a bad thing to love, 1030|For it may give you pain all the same. 1030|A bad law's a bad thing, it's true, 1030|But I wish I could say as much 1030|As I have now to justify 1030|You when you say you love me too. 1030|I cannot be true to myself 1030|When you do not love me the same; 1030|And I ne'er could be true to thee, 1030|Were I not thine, forsooth, 1030|If I should love thee, my dear, 1030|And not love to be. 1030|We are all like one body; 1030|For, while it gives us joy, 1030|It gives us sorrow too; 1030|For we do hate it, and despise it 1030|Before we get it. 1030|'Tis an ancient maxim, but as true 1030|As that great precept in its nature 1030|Which is, "Let Fate alone preside," 1030|Though often given to it. And then, 1030|As well in man, who of life's affairs 1030|Lies most at ease, if it is unwise, 1030|As in the savage wild beast, when 1030|It first looks on the manger, and when 1030|He comes as a child to Bethlehem, 1030|If the first thing she does when she sees it, 1030|Is to bite it from root and stem; 1030|And the second I can see no cause, 1030|That she fears it, since she will do't to save it, 1030|But yet she will not bite it, as she ought: 1030|Or as a young lion, when he comes 1030|Into the middle of a marsh or quarry, 1030|And sees out all the kennels and burrows, 1030|And the beasts that play in them; then he is sure 1030|'Tis safe to enter, and will quickly tell 1030|Whether 'tis safe or not; if it be safe, 1030|Though the bottom is ======================================== SAMPLE 1800 ======================================== 1855|And that he'd be his own good master 1855|Wherever he went. 1855|He asked no other thing, 1855|He smiled like a boy; 1855|His hands were strong, his heart was good; 1855|He had nought to give. 1855|When first that young lassie wed, 1855|That young lassie and that young ladd 1855|In life's sweet morn, 1855|When first that young lassie wed, 1855|The dew fell heavy and dry; 1855|But there was a flower upon 1855|That young lassie's bridal bier. 1855|The dew fell heavy, the flowers died; 1855|Yet through it all she ever wist; 1855|And there's no flower that ever wist, 1855|But was an answer sweet to her. 1855|We'll never meet again. So run; 1855|We'll never meet again. 1855|We will walk through the valley of tears, 1855|With a little brown shepherd-love, 1855|Whose heart is a little brown rood, 1855|Whose love is a little brown sheep. 1855|We have been apart so long without a word, 1855|In our dreams so far, we have seen no day; 1855|I will weep and I will rejoice, and we will part 1855|By the green valley of tears, and we will meet no more. 1855|The hills have seen us, and the valleys have heard; 1855|The peaks have spoken us; the woods and winds have spoken, 1855|All the voices in the soul of man or maid, 1855|Or a lady of song, or the muse's own lay 1855|Whose soul went noiselessly up when she should be, 1855|Of her own love, how long? When love is a thing 1855|Their voices will tremble and let none speak, 1855|And the hills shall never tremble and know. 1855|A light has fled from the valley of tears, 1855|That night was a storm, and the sea-wind shrieked: 1855|The waves were black, the waves were blue on the shore, 1855|Where we met, O my love, where we met, blind and deaf. 1855|The hills have seen us, the valleys have heard; 1855|They know all the meanings of all the years; 1855|Our love is of the sea, where the rocks are blind, 1855|And our love is of the sea, that has been his own. 1855|Whose love, and whose sea-shot land's, is that fair sun? 1855|Whose hand, o'er an empty desert's purple waste, 1855|Bids the great sea of earth its golden flood renew? 1855|I ask not where he lies and sleep not dim 1855|The golden splendour of the light he shines through now, 1855|Because I know he loves, and that he loves me still. 1855|They said there was death and the grave and death's debt 1855|In her dark eyes, 1855|And she gazed out at the sea as it lay; 1855|She murmured, 'I am the soul of the sea', 1855|And the waves went down, 1855|And the sands of the sea were lightened of hue. 1855|She was the soul of the sea, and the soul of the sea, 1855|And God sat down 1855|Where the golden sands of a thousand years lay, 1855|And a silence fell, 1855|And the sun came up to the waves again, 1855|And the sunset grew dim and faint and bright 1855|Beneath all the lights of the world and the stars. 1855|The hills have seen us, and they hear us now. 1855|She never said 'We love' again, but she slept, 1855|And the sands of the sea, 1855|And the hearts of the sands of the sea were light. 1855|Whose hand, o'er an empty desert's purple waste, 1855|Shines out at last? 1855|The waves of the sea are lightened of hue. 1855|Who shall go down by that sea still, for ever? 1855|The waves have heard, through all the wandering years, 18 ======================================== SAMPLE 1810 ======================================== 13649|And the children and the maids 13649|Are in a state of joyful wonderment! 13649|Ah yes! they know the tale! It is told 13649|By the boys and girls, 13649|From the nursery-room 13649|In the morning-chime: 13649|They'll know in a few years' time. 13649|Oh, say not you're a sinner! 13649|I'll have a good-bye to that! 13649|They've a little garden plot; 13649|Here's a rose to kiss or tear, 13649|And this one's all that I need 13649|To make my heart and head heat; 13649|Then come, and prance and pare, 13649|Here's a bag of prattle, you shall hear! 13649|How happy my dear! 13649|And here's your little book, 13649|So dusty and heavy it's dust? 13649|Now, do you know 13649|That if this book 13649|Was worth 13649|(Tho' it was not bound in leather), 13649|You, like me, 13649|Should have seen 13649|For the first time on this earth 13649|A lady with a baby-boy? 13649|I should be a happy rhymster, if I'd but read the poet. 13649|And he's a poet, I'm certain, with the very best taste in poetry 13649|"Come back! Come back! and come quick; it is late." 13649|Who can escape the watchful eye of fate? 13649|With every step that I've moved I'm a _little_ late. 13649|The feet of a horse that is running are not more sure than my foot_. 13649|And here's my little book,--the day's a blank; 13649|It might happen that way to any day. 13649|I'll just write on the ground "This is a little past." 13649|And I'll write "This is a little past,"--there, you see. 13649|Who ever has read a book would say, "The author surely has done it." 13649|And the fact that some children think it a sin 13649|Not to know the name of the story or the world is shown in 13649|When they don't want to know it. 13649|You think that people are not aware of the name 13649|Of the story or the story? Then you are right. 13649|'Mong men and nations I was called the King who killed it, 13649|The Priest that slew it. 13649|I've a little poem on the same subject; 13649|There's a thing of my poems all over the country! 13649|And there's a thing of my poems all over the world! 13649|They call me a fool 13649|For sitting down at home and waiting; 13649|But my books--my books, they _are_ the only things 13649|For which I _do_ deserve the name that I give. 13649|I have learned that the human mind is full 13649|Of things of a wondrous and enchanter-like kind, 13649|And that, like an enchanter, I have slain 13649|A woman who would not _have_ to die. 13649|I have learned that I _do_ deserve my name, 13649|And if I've been a bad enchanter, why, 13649|I have lived _once_ upon the greenwood scene, 13649|And lived _thus_, among the wild and green; 13649|_This_ is the reason,--which is not the least 13649|Of what _I've done_; and this _is_ the more to say, 13649|That,--when I _die_, I'm not the last of my race. 13649|And, dear friend, _it's_ plain what has _fallen into_: 13649|That, when a writer has done _something_,--even now,--_it_ is 13649|Not a thing that has a sound to restore. 13649|The truth about the dead is a little bit sad to say: 13649|There is nothing, save a name, to give the dead a rest: 13649|The thing that will live forever will not know its own name, 13649|And the thing that has made everything and anything cry ======================================== SAMPLE 1820 ======================================== 24897|Of its own lustre, and its own light. 24894|The old, old story, which will never die, 24894|When each year anew remembers how 24894|It was told, but still untold the truth, 24894|When it came, in its full force, to all men's ears. 24894|Yet how much is known, and how much is hid, 24894|At winter's end, when men forget themselves, 24894|And when, in winter, in the summer sun, 24894|Their hearts are heavy with the weight of grief. 24894|Yet in the summer heat, and in the summer sun, 24894|Our hearts, though lighter, are no lighter; 24894|And when our eyes are heavy in their dreams, 24894|And we no longer in our youth remember. 24894|But thou, for whom all summer's smiles are dead, 24894|For whom the old, old story is a thing 24894|Of which we no longer are told the part. 24894|The youth is gone, and he hath been consigned 24894|To the first task which all young men must play,-- 24894|To lead men to their destiny. 24894|And the old, old tale, of the summer days, 24894|And the old, old song, of the youth gone by, 24894|Will be told by each new day, by each hour, 24894|When we no longer in our hearts may dwell. 24894|Then may he, who hath been with us, remember, 24894|And still remember those fair days; 24894|And our hearts be lighter when we say 24894|To old and young, the new youth shall be 24894|His oracle, or better yet 24894|The old, old story, which we no longer hear. 24894|When youth and peace are gone, 24894|And a new star in its sky 24894|Of a soul shall shine; 24894|O'er a land once more I'll roam, 24894|In sorrow and in sadness bent; 24894|But I'll not pine for air 24894|Nor for the earth, for which in youth we mourned. 24894|The youth is gone, and his path is bleak; 24894|He cannot see the land where we went; 24894|And, in his absence, a new life befalls 24894|The young men as they travel the plain. 24894|And they can hear the torrent roar, 24894|And the wind of autumn howl around. 24894|But I'll not pine for air, 24894|Nor the earth, for which in youth we mourned. 24894|The flower of childhood's hour is dead, 24894|And the fair flower of youth is nigh. 24894|Now comes the young man from the far-off skies, 24894|And he'll bring the flowers again. 24894|To be with the young children 24894|Of the fields in the morning 24894|Shall be all I desire, 24894|As my love has led me, 24894|And its voice hath soothed me, 24894|And its breath hath soothed me, 24894|That the flowers of hope be near me, 24894|And the gladness of my land. 24894|The youth is gone, and his path is dim; 24894|No one now follows, no one knows: 24894|But to the fair young children, 24894|They shall guide me, if I fall. 24894|They'll look with delight on my despair, 24894|They'll smile and greet me with greeting, 24894|And they say they see that to me 24894|My life hath naught but good orison. 24894|When youth and peace are gone, 24894|And the new Star on the hill, 24894|Like a bright smile in my heart's-blood 24894|Shall be blent with the valley. 24894|I'll wander forth and wander forth, 24894|To that land where dwells the brave, 24894|And where no stormy summer hides 2489 ======================================== SAMPLE 1830 ======================================== 30332|She came to the place where the temple stood, 30332|And there she found a crowd of fairies there, 30332|Who came to offer gifts beneath the tree 30332|Of that enchanted woman. The white boys 30332|Had flowers of wonder, the fairies' gifts 30332|Were lilies, and some had painted things, 30332|And some were seated upon purple beds, 30332|And all in a row were fairies all, 30332|Crowning themselves, and their laughter rang 30332|From the pure flowers underneath that tree. 30332|But from the midst there came a great white cloud 30332|With many wings; the clouds had grown so white 30332|They seemed of water; and no man saw 30332|Save that which lay on the green hillside 30332|Through the blue sea of the air. "Ah, God!" 30332|The king heard them, "and they would keep 30332|For some great evil the white clouds did. 30332|For we, forsooth, must have a mighty end; 30332|We give them all to them!" 30332|Then a great flood 30332|Rushed out of the clouds towards him down, 30332|And all the clouds were torn by it out; 30332|And therewithal came a great tumult of songs-- 30332|There was a great river rushing by, 30332|A mighty river, that the kings might hear. 30332|But the great river, with the great waves breaking, 30332|Broke up into many little rivers, 30332|And the little rivers rose up in their stead, 30332|And filled the earth, and there they slept awhile, 30332|Alone of all in the land of the twain. 30332|But when a great flood 30332|Rushed through the valley, and the strong white king 30332|Trembled in fear, and quaked and quaked again, 30332|And there amid his dreams did he awake, 30332|And heard the sound of his own name chanted; 30332|Then all his heart melted in his throat, 30332|As with a great thrill he awoke, 30332|And thought, "What doth this mean? what must be done 30332|To bring the God to this world of men 30332|And this wild land of fairy people?" 30332|So turning from the white, proud city 30332|He wandered on, and on, and on, 30332|Through the dark streets of the old city, 30332|Until at last his vision seemed 30332|To be caught by some far, windy hill, 30332|And then he knew the place, and was lost, 30332|And walked in a new strange world alone. 30332|But presently he saw the city 30332|Waving out into the night, 30332|And the very walls of it were fair, 30332|Like clouds, for it was so still and white; 30332|And at the golden top of the tall gate 30332|He stood, and lo! there lay a crowd 30332|Of women, in their veil's and bands, 30332|And of the white and green-gleaming bands 30332|Blue, yellow, green; nor did he think 30332|That by some unseen thing the folk 30332|Had been invited to this feast. 30332|Yet had he heard strange music, and seen white-wool wrappings, 30332|And the pale-faced maidens singing, and bright-eyed boys 30332|All laughing, together, and at rest; 30332|And with her face against the blue wall 30332|At last an old man spake, "Now, now, man, 30332|The maiden must have a man asleep 30332|Who she may kiss with all her might, 30332|And let me have all my dues that day; 30332|Or else I'll take all I am due, 30332|And take no more, and kiss the king no more." 30332|Then said the king, "That makes no difference, I trow; 30332|As long as ye consent to it I'll do't; 30332|But now I pray thee tell me the reason 30332|As I have looked aforetime in my book." 30332|And the old man spake to him, "It is said 30332|That there was once in this place once more 30332|The ======================================== SAMPLE 1840 ======================================== 5185|And the wind of the North Wind came o'er, 5185|Came with the breath of the North-wind 5185|O'er the waters thickly straining. 5185|Thereupon the hero young Lemminkainen 5185|Threw his net across the water, 5185|O'er the water faint the fisherman 5185|Took the net of Lempoilleuté, 5185|In he laid it near the water, 5185|Laid the limbs inside the net; 5185|There he kept him fast for nine days, 5185|And the tenth day found the fisher 5185|Saw the net no longer fitful, 5185|Saw it fit for nothing then, 5185|Could not fish his food in safety 5185|From the loom of Noahu-sli. 5185|Then the hero, Lemminkainen, 5185|Handsome hero, Kaukomieli, 5185|Spake these words in supplication: 5185|"Ukko, thou O Gods above me, 5185|Thou the Father of the Heavens, 5185|Thou the father of the heroes, 5185|Open now the net for me, 5185|Open the net for Ilmarinen 5185|To his father's will lead him, 5185|Lead him to his cheering walls, 5185|Leader of his people be he, 5185|To his father's fatherland, 5185|There to learn the melodies 5185|And the Hya-son's songs delight him, 5185|Songs of war and songs of peace. 5185|Let him journey Northward wandering, 5185|Let him journey thence a third way 5185|To the ancient home of Wirokun, 5185|To his mother's ancient tower-home, 5185|There to learn the songs of mystery, 5185|Legends of his paternal home. 5185|"Should these measures prove inadequate, 5185|Others may try these renditions; 5185|Others may extend the hypothetical draught; 5185|Should these measures prove inadequate, 5185|Some one else will suffice for me; 5185|I will make him rich in magic, 5185|I will give him great Ilmarinen. 5185|I will make him wise and craftsman, 5185|I will give him knowledge rare and wondrous. 5185|Him who drew the curtains from the chamber, 5185|Whom the curtains made to tremble, 5185|Was avengeant deed unworthy 5185|Of the blacksmith, Ilmarinen. 5185|O'er the vessel rose the smoke-wreath, 5185|To the waists of nine the flame extended, 5185|To the head of Ilmarinen, 5185|Sparks leapt up to heaven from the furnace, 5185|Fire from the smith issuing brightened, 5185|And from Ilmarinen's eyes shone 5185|Many a time the star of Havanna, 5185|Flashed across the blue-back of heaven. 5185|When the fiery sparks had vanished, 5185|When the fiery stokes had ceased their thunder, 5185|Then the hero, Lemminkainen, 5185|Sang one day and then a second, 5185|Sang the third day as well as he, 5185|And again, and yet again, 5185|Sang the hero, skilled and willing, 5185|When the sun was shining over, 5185|Sun-kissed day of happy singing, 5185|When the sky was fair and cloudless. 5185|Then the minstrel, Lemminkainen, 5185|From his ample stores of magic, 5185|Made the following answer judgment. 5185|"Now, my merry brothers, focus 5185|Your attention in this direction, 5185|Draw your blades from out your holders, 5185|Let us test our war-axes in safety, 5185|On this day our most fatal peril, 5185|If the knife, with fatal point impending, 5185|Should be permitted to harm you not, 5185|Or the hatchet turn your figures upside-down." 5185|Then away they all directed 5185|To their war-poles and mangers; 5185|But the knife was left unguarded, 5185|And ======================================== SAMPLE 1850 ======================================== 25340|"What is that which I saw last night?" 25340|"The clouds are there--and so are you. 25340|"How did it pass?" with all the air 25340|Of that sweet, dimly starry eve. 25340|"What did you do with that fair head 25340|While I stood here, by that bright lake?" 25340|She answered; and the same cold brow 25340|Which had so much perplexed my soul, 25340|Had now a look which did not brook-- 25340|"And I was happy?"--"Nay, not so: 25340|"I lost, perhaps--and lost alone." 25340|"But when I went to bed, you told 25340|What I should do, and how, 25340|And when I woke to breathe, still sad, 25340|I saw my love the same."--"Nay, none 25340|Like you--and that I did not dream." 25340|"Then it must a truth be!" "Nay, nay." 25340|"Then it must be true, at least to all!" 25340|He rose--and turned his eye upon me; 25340|I knew his heart, and knew his woe. 25340|I left the room; and yet I saw 25340|His gloomy eyes were soft and full-- 25340|"Come with me, Love--come with me, Love!" 25340|And then he turned, and, like a child 25340|I followed in his wake. 25340|The night is dark and dreary when Love's heart is desolate 25340|As he o'er the hill-tops rolls his lonely sorrowing way. 25340|Yet when the day has ceased its stream of soft light and heat, 25340|Love may smile on him and look upon him as he lies. 25340|His own light is a flame with which, when he may see 25340|He will not be old and dark, but in a brighter sphere 25340|Rise to his call, a Godlike child in the world to be. 25340|And when I die, I'll go where Love shall not molest, 25340|Where my spirit shall be blest in realms as purer; 25340|Where no foe shall ever try my soul with insult, 25340|Nor my name be printed on a tomb whose marble shows. 25340|I'll find the fountain as the mountain-water run-- 25340|Not any shade of sin can dwell there,--no, not any! 25340|I'll find the holy calm beneath the sacred shade, 25340|And that too for life--the spirit that is nought. 25340|All is a shame--the world is only a lie -- 25340|I'll lose myself in God's immortal majesty; 25340|Heaven and earth and all that men have ever known 25340|Shall have a secret in that soul that is not earth. 25340|Love is no more--I shall not breathe that name; 25340|No more shall men with sighs and vows repeat 25340|The breath of sighs that lover's soul would trace; 25340|Oh, I will keep thee more, my faithful dove! 25340|All that I thought and dreamed thou wert not meant for-- 25340|My heart would find thy spirit far too far. 25340|I may not see that orb where all is day, 25340|Or hear the angels' hymns in their bright choirs, 25340|I may not touch with earthly breath her dew, 25340|Or know the kiss of her that I shall love no more. 25340|My heart is sick with sorrow--I know not when, 25340|But every day, till earth grow dim and old, 25340|My heart is filled with sighs and broken vows, 25340|And all thy kisses are but as kiss of pain. 25340|Oh, come to the wild wood, and let me rest 25340|By a proud tree's green side upon the stream; 25340|Then let the wild wind steal upon the sea, 25340|And whisper in my ear those bitter moans 25340|That were not born in my soul, but thou wouldst be-- 25340|The life I have striven to win thee from the dust. 25340|And then--to me, sweet Love, let my heart rejoice, 25340|And learn to love thy soul as mine the dust: ======================================== SAMPLE 1860 ======================================== 1004|For it is never unripe which it has held. 1004|There is no noise, no murmur, whatever, 1004|In this place, and yet a stillness there is 1004|Which is not around; and in a space 1004|More conspicuous 'twill make itself, where 1004|It meets a circle in the heaven, 1004|Where all things move, if they be not too sound. 1004|From what I hear of dwells it safely free 1004|Within this mountain, which seems to have 1004|For floor, since not far distant from itself, 1004|The granary of the high-built vault." 1004|And as he said, he showed a place in view 1004|In such sort, that the eye might follow there; 1004|And near that point stood the corslet round 1004|Wherein the dragon of Ignorance was stowed 1004|The spoils of his principal enemy. 1004|"O thou who showest forth so wonderful great 1004|And ample every one striking with disdain," 1004|The poet said, "who seest one beast left, 1004|And takest another from me to fly, 1004|And when thou seest me returned again, 1004|Call to mind from whence these things have been, 1004|Whom God hated sorely in his former life. 1004|Call to mind from whence thou didst away 1004|The Martyr, and didst cast the Holy Spirit, 1004|Because of mortal passion dowered so much; 1004|For if the holy nature of the man 1004|That was sanctified by thee was neglected, 1004|How may the purer spirits, theirs already cleansed, 1004|Return not to their Maker so diswhoved? 1004|Thus calling unto mind your former lapses, 1004|And that while power was given to each to cheat 1004|The Holy God, do thou again remind them 1004|Of their first negligence, so that pity 1004|May be moved to give them hold on truth more strong." 1004|"Ravenna, Florence, Trent and Frankfort, 1004|Each century returns the beast again, 1004|Nor is it otherwise with souls when they 1004|From evil unto good draw their allowance; 1004|Nor is it otherwise with bones than with a string 1004|When taken in great numbers to the music. 1004|Only by the grace of God is it prevented 1004|That from these dulcies the souls may be freed, 1004|So that each memory may go with it as sound, 1004|As each vibrates on the finger of the death. 1004|But if perchance thou doubt, remember just now 1004|How I was with the living gods transported, 1004|When Jove, Hyperion, and the twin sisters 1004|Dismiss'd them from above, so that they landed 1004|Here on earth by which the Universal 1004|Imp of all the universe is impregned. 1004|With these I took the head of that cold rock 1004|Which at the left hand is the ascent of this; 1004|And set it to my lips, even as he did 1004|Who gave the royalty under whose banner 1004|The Romans were reigning, and for which 1004|Three thousand years and more the republic 1004|Has not been by people or by people slain. 1004|He who purges the world before its time 1004|Must have the labour applied to him; 1004|Nor is it from the goodness of the world 1004|That it comes to pass that he purify; 1004|But it has mercy only, seeing that God 1004|By grace enjoins it, even as thou dost now. 1004|He whom the vision of the soul doth portray 1004|Comes not to our blindness, but our inward 1004|Grace that unto us it may reveal itself. 1004|Now know that of the gates of Hell a magistrate 1004|Is vested, and a just one, I believe, 1004|With the power to shut them against the mare. 1004|And he must make piteous see the crime that is 1004|Based on his own sin, and unto him 1004|Must the restitution be divided. 1004|If he retain the guilt of everlastingly 1004|Upon his ======================================== SAMPLE 1870 ======================================== 14757|We've watched her down to earth below; 14757|I hear the sound of her voice, 14757|Her hands and feet and mouth. 14757|"I've been to the next circle 14757|By my country's right, 14757|You are mine again. All is well with you. 14757|"I'll never fight you yet, 14757|For the sake of a man, 14757|But you shall pay dearly; 14757|Go up with the other. 14757|"I know you well." 14757|"I'll never fight you yet." 14757|"I shall do it then. 14757|You shall pay dearly; 14757|Go up with the other. 14757|"I need no weapon. 14757|I'm going with you." 14757|"You shall fight me. 14757|But if you should fall, 14757|I shall miss you here. 14757|"I need no weapons." 14757|So he gave her his hand, 14757|They took horse, they rode away. 14757|But the old widow sat 14757|In the cold ashes of the dawn; 14757|They rode in the woods so far. 14757|By the creek in the moonless gray; 14757|By the swing in the trees above, 14757|And the birds' low, sweet melody, 14757|And the flowers' white stars that slept 14757|Under heaven's cloak of blue. 14757|She was old, and her face was white, 14757|Her voice was low and frail and clear; 14757|"We shall be brave," she said. 14757|By the swing in the trees above 14757|They came to where the light lay dim 14757|Like a white ghost shining through; 14757|And they saw the creek, and heard it flow 14757|Cold and quietly away. 14757|They climbed the creek and they saw it go 14757|Faster than ever men had been 14757|'Twixt the dawn and the eve; 14757|And the light on the hills was dying, 14757|And the creek, like a boat that floats, 14757|Sang by the swing in the trees. 14757|They saw the light. The old widow 14757|Stared at it from the dead tree crown. 14757|"We shall go up," they said: their feet 14757|Came down to the creek, and down, and then 14757|Came again to the light; and then 14757|Somewhere the light was dying 14757|And fading far behind, 14757|Far down, like a boat that floats. 14757|In the town of Beversam, 14757|Down the road to Bolesberry, 14757|Buses lay packed in rack; 14757|Waiting-women in black, 14757|Waiting women in crimson: 14757|Buses from the town of Beversam, 14757|Dripping under the moon. 14757|Down the road to Bolesberry, 14757|Rushing down its cobbles: 14757|Winding up the stumps of cobblestones, 14757|Swift and silent as a saw. 14757|Buses from the town of Beversam, 14757|Stiff as a saw in a stone-age, 14757|Stiff as a saw in a stone-age, 14757|Stiff as a saw in a stone-age: 14757|Hauling, hurrying at a go, 14757|Till they came to the O. E. bridge, 14757|Over the river to Bolesberry, 14757|Where the ruts are deep and narrow, 14757|Stuck in the clay so tight that 14757|It is not safe for man to cross. 14757|The river is cut deep into rock: 14757|One could cross a maul to the other 14757|With but little under an oar. 14757|A stranger walked up the hill-side, 14757|Tired and hot, to pray at night; 14757|The bells were all hung on the door: 14757|He prayed in Aram, loud and clear, 14757|But he prayed without the gate. 14757|He walked up the hill-side; 14757|He did not mind the latch; 14757|He prayed in Aram, loud ======================================== SAMPLE 1880 ======================================== 20586|When the day's ended the world is so gay, 20586|It cannot hold me!" 20586|Then she took up her crook, and she said: 20586|"I can give you something; 20586|I was a nurse, and I can give you something 20586|That will make the baby laugh." 20586|Then he took up his crook, and he said: 20586|"I can give you something, indeed, 20586|But I do not make nurses; I am one 20586|Who went away." 20586|All the cows in the valley 20586|Cried to the Moon, 20586|And they said, "O, make her 20586|A little bigger! 20586|She has always been so very big, 20586|That, if you but held her straight and tall, 20586|She might beat all the pussies on the street. 20586|O, do not give her to me; 20586|I could eat them right through!" 20586|But the Dog-star replied, 20586|"No, do not! for if you did, my dear, 20586|You might please the Mother-glory round about; 20586|For she sometimes changes into a bull, 20586|And fights with the cattle, 20586|Wherefore you should keep her small." 20586|She was very small, 20586|Till a little way 20586|A large cow was born there, 20586|To keep away her foes. 20586|They went to pasture, 20586|Down in the meadow, 20586|They sat upon the hillside, 20586|Till the day was done. 20586|She carried a crook, 20586|And said, "Can this be I, 20586|That has come here to play?" 20586|The little brown owl stood by, and said, "Nay! not so! 20586|Why, 'tis but a little owl indeed, I fear! 20586|Is it you?--the wise owl that weeps at night? 20586|It is but you!"--and vanished and was gone! 20586|A Child's Prayer in a Garden 20586|A little child, innocent and wise, 20586|Sang in the garden, 20586|Over a bit of blue-grass path: 20586|"Oh, I love the blue-bells of the spring; 20586|And I love to watch them as they come; 20586|Loving the blue-bells of the spring; 20586|Loving the blue-bells of the spring, 20586|When they peep, with a sudden sound, 20586|Down from the yonder hazel bough. 20586|"Loving the blue-bells of the spring; 20586|They are bright, indeed, more bright 20586|Than the sun in heaven descends; 20586|Loving the blue-bells of the spring; 20586|Loving the blue-bells of the spring, 20586|When they twinkle on the eaves, 20586|Ablaze in the eastern skies. 20586|"Dearest Father, send thy love; 20586|Let me go hence and far; 20586|Let me never more behold 20586|The blue-bells of the spring; 20586|And so, my dearest, I can go 20586|To thee, and sing as I have sung, 20586|From the first hour that thou art true." 20586|The Child, who listened to the song, 20586|Sang thus--in tones that had a wild 20586|Softness of sadness and delight; 20586|And his harp, that in so ordinary wise 20586|Reading seemed to answer every word, 20586|As he softly flowed from foot to mouth, 20586|All soft and silver in a mist of song, 20586|Touched with tones of passion, grief, and fear. 20586|When the Child came, the darkness passed; 20586|And the dawn, with freshness and with light, 20586|Blossomed over Rome; and, wandering in 20586|The Garden, he heard Spring's flowers appear. 20586|The old Man's smile 20586|Struck on him like a sudden lightning: 20586|And the first flowers that in a row 20586|Blossomed on his marble garden ======================================== SAMPLE 1890 ======================================== 1003|And after, 'O ye three, of whom it behoves 1003|That I make trial, if it please you that I 1003|Remember him whom Thomas the taster was,' 1003|I said, 'the loiterer, and he who took in 1003|The pool, by impulse of his nature possessed, 1003|When he the mountain was which makes the rain 1003|Dauntless, and he who in the merry season came 1003|Up through the valley, but now is lost: 1003|For as I saw him ere he rose upon him, 1003|Attentive to his feet, I said, 'He goes 1003|A little impeded, beatific sign!' 1003|Whereat those three, despite their armour bright, 1003|Drew near unto me, and from them I turn'd. 1003|When I was within the imperial hall 1003|Mount Puer, where the BaptISmas store is, 1003|E'en as a mouse some perler 'scorpion' draws 1003|Overawed with the biting nettles, I 1003|Held near the portal, whereat a spirit drew 1003|Me up, and held me down with this exerti 1003|And this dominion, until he civilly 1003|Instructed that upward went no further route." 1003|No sooner to my view the higher space 1003|There came a motion resembling a dream, 1003|Than of going up therefrom I was become 1003|Associate, but from his own eyes I saw 1003|The sun transverse in the sign which is stretched 1003|In the sign of Aquarius reviving, 1003|And in the sign of Tarje now sinking. 1003|"Now when Cecilia was in this paradise 1003|Maternal, her knowing offspring, it happened 1003|That she from her own cognizance, so far 1003|As ap Roy he bought the higher price, drew him 1003|Therefrom, who gave her the church treasure now. 1003|And such deserts she in later times repent! 1003|Forese, che sa ma piede e giovine 1003|Senno, che l'amor morte di mannu, 1003|Che mancer mannisi ben trova maggior." 1003|This legend of the church is purely interpolated; the passages cited 1003|are from Tertius Horatii Piso, Vesulus' lieutenant. He was 1003|not an admirer of Horatius, but regarded as a mere critic 1003|of the poet. It may be added that, in the former Poem, 1003|after the description of the church enclosed in the previous Canto, 1003|"The rest, to keep it in mind, went up from town, 1003|And for their portion fell in order ranged 1003|Before this one before the other to witness, 1003|And asked, 'andro quando alcanzo cui nel ciel?' 1003|And he who most impeded them, saying, 'Sordello, 1003|Can this be John the elder, or is it Basil? 1003|Ah me! it seems to me I ne'er saw such another!' 1003|A little after this came one, with so great kindness, 1003|That all the others looked with joy on him; 1003|And he who was most slow in coming and going said, 1003|'I see that thou hast reconciled the brethren, 1003|Which to dispart them others divided were; 1003|And now returnest to your cells, for he who is reunited 1003|Shall be like Abraham, who with David sold 1003|The region of the James from the riverPillar of 1003|To the sea; and in his herd on that land did dwell, 1003|And over those Jebus did the heathen fight.' 1003|And I to him, 'If thou be able Titonello thou 1003|Answer me questions, gladly would I give 1003|For my deliverance with thy discourse, 1003|And for the cloister that is now vacant 1003|Which for thy brother was so bitter in making, 1003|As it were not to be borne by them that are 1003|Sister and brother.' And one of them, early 1003|In morning, early in the afternoon, 1003 ======================================== SAMPLE 1900 ======================================== 38520|Till the last spark of life is fled; 38520|I am tired, for I have waited long, 38520|And I must rest ere my troubles fly 38520|Again,--for I am old; 38520|And, while I sit here in the twilight gray, 38520|I am sure they lie 38520|Who tell the world there is a heaven above, 38520|Where men may dwell in ease, 38520|And a thousand saints attend to their prayers. 38520|O thou who in the pomps of youth didst grow, 38520|And wear the robes of death, 38520|Who in the eyes of love didst dwell,-- 38520|Though I no more than thy faithful shade wear! 38520|My Father! while the years grow long, 38520|Let not their long-inured stay 38520|In empty seats thy saints of old 38520|At morn and evening dim, 38520|In church and aisle, in pew and aisle; 38520|But bid thy faithful ones repair 38520|To this once holy place; 38520|And to their minds to think on the dead 38520|Let all the woes of life repair, 38520|Where the wise soul does never sleep; 38520|And let the sick-head ever burn 38520|With sorrow and remorse for man; 38520|Let every sick-brain have a share 38520|With calm and mannish zeal; 38520|For life is but an unthriftal fire, 38520|And death is only covetousness; 38520|And what God grants, if His own hand grasps 38520|Its all-in-all, his will shall have all. 38520|O thou who knowest that life is best, 38520|Whose bosom's only desire 38520|Is for the soul to live and breathe 38520|In peace, not in an agony, 38520|And, when that peace is not possessed 38520|By thee,--by that! make it yours; 38520|Let every longing of the soul 38520|Be in thy soul made whole, 38520|And all the wounds of spirit and soul 38520|Of body and frame bereft; 38520|Thy peace not vainly; for that peace 38520|Can never be sought with grief, 38520|But only won and gained at cost 38520|Of peace and hope of more good. 38520|O thou for whom the earth, and stars, and moon 38520|Bear witness with a piteous pang 38520|That thy soul's sweetest song is sung 38520|More piteously here than in the sky; 38520|O soul of him who passed so long ago 38520|Through the fire-shaking gate of Time, 38520|In whom the present and past alike 38520|For ever lie a-deep in sleep! 38520|Who wast a good girl-nyght; 38520|She had a tongue that ran 38520|Like a lady's in the North, 38520|Or something of that sort;-- 38520|She had a soul's soft fire, 38520|And a soul's fierce sense o' hell; 38520|She was all pure English sense, 38520|And very good, perhaps; 38520|And, in my humble thoughts, 38520|I see her with a smile, 38520|Or something of that kind, 38520|I hear her name and say, 38520|It seems a good half-stanley, 38520|She had a soft and chaste brow, 38520|Like to a maid's white brow; 38520|It is a dark-blue eye; 38520|And, in my humble thoughts, 38520|I see some quaint, queer half-syllable, 38520|I lean on the pillar there, 38520|Not liking to sit down, 38520|But listening to the bell, 38520|And its murmur, and the cuckoo's call, 38520|And the bird's sad melody; 38520|Though not a man I know, 38520|All with a gentle look 38520|And a little maiden's look, 38520|While she is laughing by my side 38520|Like a girl, and not a maid. 38520|I look on the light cloud 38520|That hangs on her bosom, ======================================== SAMPLE 1910 ======================================== 1304|A fair world for the little finger 1304|To play here, for the little finger! 1304|WHEN I was young, I never was told 1304|How to dress well, etc. 1304|O BID DIVINITY bloom not in rows; 1304|Pray let the night the morning star ascend! 1304|Do not laugh at her or talk o' love and fame; 1304|The love we name is nothing but a name. 1304|HIS birth was in darkness, and his night 1304|Is dark, but the light is God, he IS God. 1304|Then do not cry out for an earthly crown 1304|Since he has made the heavens above and beneath him 1304|One vast eternal paradise of bliss. 1304|WHEN the moon is fair, 1304|And a man hath his will; 1304|When we hear all our birds so merry, 1304|It doth provident glee thrill me through and through. 1304|I'll dreamt a dream this night no dream till day, 1304|In which I saw yon starry maiden shine: 1304|An angel she was, an angel fairer than the rest. 1304|In earthly forms she seemed to glide by me, 1304|And whisper me sweet things that were not heard on earth: 1304|Anon there came a voice, it 'gan seem to me 1304|That she was speaking to me, and with gladness sung: 1304|'From this green spot there 's naught to dote on, 1304|Yet still I'll say 'tis pleasant to be glad, 1304|For all of me thinks of thee, and yet 'tis not thou.' 1304|I waked with the dream at dawn, at noon, and at even; 1304|I woke and found that all things lovely were hers. 1304|And from that hour it is constant in my thought, 1304|That she is lovely, and that she is fair; 1304|Still hath my dream the same infinite theme, 1304|And so I weep not for those other's woe. 1304|WHEN I am grown a man, 1304|Singing to be a soldier bold, 1304|When my task is said and done, 1304|And I have gone to do my bit; 1304|When the prize is won and past-- 1304|Singing then--'Alack and well-a-day!' 1304|Then I muse upon my boyish name-- 1304|And in these times so pleasant it seems 1304|That soldiers seem for boys to sing-- 1304|How that I sang and could not speak. 1304|But when I should have sung and was at ease, 1304|Some fellow walked up to me, and asked: 1304|'Can you not speak,--you were never taught to do a thing? 1304|The soldier's name, or the soldier's fame? 1304|The soldier's name and the soldier's fame? 1304|'And then I sighed, and said I could not speak 1304|The soldiers' names as they had made it out for me: 1304|Singing I could not say--but then I knew 1304|That soldiers did the soldiers' bidding. 1304|'Where are the bells? Where are the bells? 1304|The bells where once you sounded high--high and clear? 1304|The bells I heard--and I know not whence they were: 1304|I only know that you made them sound, 1304|And every word they rang to me-- 1304|Ring and ring--they rang, and rang and rang. 1304|'Where are the bells? Where are the bells 1304|That made the youth of you proud 1304|And made you stand in the front at open order, 1304|A phantom, a man in a dress? 1304|Where are the bells that made you boast 1304|Of blowing your pipes out through the windy day, 1304|When the water ran deep and monied men 1304|Had come to cheer you by your pipes' loud applause? 1304|I only know that you blew--I the beadle, 1304|And I only know 1304|That the boys now say that you blew out your best, 1304|And the water only ran so deep. 1304|I only know that you sang to your pipe of red ======================================== SAMPLE 1920 ======================================== 18238|On the night of the murder, 18238|From the house that the moon made a shadow. 18238|With a cry of despair 18238|By the moon made a sound, 18238|There was a cry in the heavens of the silence and 18238|death 18238|Like the cry of a child that is crying-- 18238|"Come and hold me and do not fear-- 18238|Come and hold me and hold me, 18238|And you shall come too 18238|And come too with your arm of joy, and your voice 18238|Of the song of the birds!" 18238|A voice of the rain 18238|By the tree-roots stirred, 18238|It was the voice of the bird 18238|Whose heart was in the branches. 18238|With words and with hands 18238|By the wind came she, 18238|She was the moon in the tree, and she brought 18238|The wind from the trees and leaves. 18238|The wind was the bird, 18238|The wind of the stars, 18238|She was the tree, and she carried it, 18238|And she said, "Come and hold me and stay!" 18238|She said, "I am the bird 18238|Whose heart is in the tree 18238|Who, when the moon is in the sky, 18238|Lets you bring me his heart of him 18238|And hold you as one comes to his grave!" 18238|And lo!--on the river and tree 18238|The winds came, and the trees bowed to her and whispered, 18238|As to a mother the child. 18238|And o'er the land and o'er the sea 18238|A shadow of darkness lay, 18238|And the voice of the storm and the river and the tree 18238|Came from depths to fill 18238|With song--and they gathered, the wind and the tide and the 18238|The song for the child's heart 18238|Was the song of the trees, 18238|And the song of the winds and the trees and the rain and the 18238|The song, and the tree's song, and the sky's song, 18238|It was life, and it was birth, 18238|And that song was Life, 18238|And all songs are songs, 18238|And the love of life is the song. 18238|In the old hollow in the ground 18238|I know she dreamed of love, 18238|And over and over in her dreams 18238|I heard her sing. 18238|The dew was soft, and the summer sun 18238|Was tender and true; 18238|And the roses of the world were there; 18238|But the song of the wind in her song 18238|Took wing and flew away! 18238|And ever with a sigh, 18238|She went up the empty hollow 18238|And never a word 18238|She spoke, or aught, and never a sign 18238|Came back at all! 18238|They have found her long since, dead or slain, 18238|But the love that led her down the wood 18238|Will guide me too 18238|To the little old hollow, down to you; 18238|I know she will not fear, though she heard me call, 18238|But she looked away 18238|And the wind said, "We have found her." Then we lie 18238|Beside the old hollow tree, and the wind 18238|Cries--"Come, come! 18238|"And the moon has found her, with the leaves, and the grass, 18238|And the rose, too; 18238|But the song of the wind is on the hollow tree, 18238|And the sound of it blown 18238|With my face and hands and hands and eyes 18238|To the door, and the moonlight, and stars; 18238|And we come, and the wind is back again 18238|In the hollow place where it lay, 18238|And the world is the way, and the grass, 18238|And the sky, and the trees, and the grasses, 18238|And the rose, too!" 18238|I will be a songless one, a bird that flies 18238|When twilight's darkness covers all, 18238|But one word at end of ======================================== SAMPLE 1930 ======================================== 941|The life without the love that he knew: 941|It's hard if you live in an hour; 941|They ask, you say: "Can I put you through?" 941|You see me going back with you, 941|And all my work that day is here. 941|Well, it's hard to have no life, I know; 941|But who can blame me if I fight? 941|The war is done, and the victors kneel, 941|As you and I now live our way, 941|And the battle we won is with our sin 941|And it shall be fought again to-day, 941|We'll be standing where there's a sky. 941|When you and I were youths, 941|We dreamed of the skies, 941|Of the clouds above 941|And the stars above the snow. 941|We dreamed of the clouds 941|With golden wings, 941|And the snow, the clouds with gold hair. 941|We dreamed of the snow 941|And snow flakes, 941|And the stars above the snow. 941|And of the stars that shine, 941|Now they are flown 941|And the snow in the valley deep below. 941|To the sky we cling: 941|We see through the leaves 941|To the sky above our heads. 941|We know there are stars 941|Above our heads, 941|So it's hard though we're poor now. 941|There's the sky above: 941|And it's hard with the wind at your back. 941|In the city, when you and I were boys, 941|I remember our life began with the trees. 941|All the branches were bright and the leaves were green, 941|The wind and the snow were always glad at the spring: 941|We could see all the wonders that Nature did, 941|For all of us watched the great world of the trees. 941|But the time came when every little branch was gone, 941|And the blossoms were everywhere; and the snow 941|Made a dull day and a peaceful autumn day: 941|And the wind kept muttering a bitter-worded song: 941|There was no one left but the world of the trees. 941|So we had to learn what was done as it was, 941|And not be glad when they made them all too plain. 941|But the trees were bright and the leaves were green, 941|And life in a leafy forest grew from then, 941|And our memories kept growing with each new year 941|As a mother with children grows old with the sun; 941|So we are here in the world of the trees. 941|There are people who take a great art and turn 941|All the colors you get any day to a gem; 941|Or a rose in the world of the trees would have a power 941|To brighten out the place where old friends have been. 941|But the flowers were bright and the leaves were green, 941|And a woman with little feet in a blue dress 941|Can make the beauty of the flowers we can see 941|To brighten up the place where old friends have been. 941|There are people who take a song and turn 941|The colors you and I have in our heads to a bush, 941|And in the bush of the tree turn every leaf 941|To a bush of flowers; or they'll turn every shade 941|Of the colors into a bush of ferns, or leaves. 941|But some will make the color of a bush of trees 941|In the bush of the tree the manna and the dust; 941|And some'll have the bush of flowers and show what a bush 941|Of the colors is every leaf in the tree made 941|To brighten out the place where old friends have been. 941|What a lovely world our children are making! 941|So long as they're strong and good, 941|We build a little bridge to reach 941|Into the world of life and love! 941|The clouds are white on every hill 941|And the air is still and clean, 941|And through the twilight of the day, 941|When ======================================== SAMPLE 1940 ======================================== 1279|I'll send you ewes and swans on Saturdays, 1279|On holidays, too, we'll jib and jig: 1279|We'll sing the glee o' the Christmas-tide, 1279|We'll laugh and jig at ev'ry toy. 1279|The children and maids with glee shall rove, 1279|O'er bank, woods, and braes, and fields, and streams, 1279|Till ev'ry jocund o'erlabour'd folk 1279|Theirs to our hall a Christmas-carouse. 1279|Awa', ye lasses, sair, for ye're a' woo'd alive, 1279|The child of the land that never maids or fathers saw. 1279|Maids, a'! 1279|The man that never kens the lasses in the gloaming, 1279|The heid, the cloak, the kin, the farm, the byre, 1279|May chance, by rote, to hear us blawing an' whistle, 1279|But all wulln't be nae. 1279|He whiles, by rote, may hear a fellow afeer, 1279|An' think a throu' warld's blithe. 1279|We're a' a nation, 1279|All nae lassie's tramp 1279|Is blithe for lovin', 1279|But we'll be just a wee thing awa! 1279|Sae gentle is the word--the night's gane gray, 1279|An' dim the stars shine bright, 1279|But 'mid their splooryse radnabs an' the gray 1279|There shines a wee thing sae; 1279|For a wee thing will a' win respect, 1279|We whiles will meet--my laddie and his lad, 1279|To a' we'll hae a crack. 1279|Sae gentle is the word, 1279|And the wee thing brings gaisty co't; 1279|For we'll be a wee thing 1279|To a' we'll hae a crack. 1279|O fickle, fickle, fair Sir St. John! 1279|O let her never rue thy grace; 1279|O might she gree ve'reful as thy stream, 1279|Each night a tear ere set to nought! 1279|Ae summer night the wide world thro' 1279|Was gloriously above deck: 1279|The hoary winter smilin' cold, 1279|And the kye lay snug in their bed. 1279|The sea ane another side, 1279|Was motionless and motionless, 1279|Where the kye lay snug in their bed. 1279|The wind on the hill-top sleep, 1279|And the piper in the bower, 1279|Hush'd his drowsy strains and died, 1279|Like a pipe at the gloom's end. 1279|The stars to the hoary plain, 1279|That seem to twink in the skies, 1279|Sing "M'Laine, m'Ladye, come hame!" 1279|And "Hame, hame, hame to me!" 1279|The moon beheld the lonely brood, 1279|Wi' a look sae stern and sealy, 1279|And aye "Hame, hame, hame to me!" 1279|Tune--"I wish I were as dear as my lassie." 1279|Wha loves a dauting lassie 1279|Kills a' things he touches; 1279|Love loves na his dear lassie, 1279|For the dear thing is touchin'! 1279|Love and I were sae happy, 1279|Nane other friend could tell you; 1279|Then love and I were happier, we twa! 1279|We twa's, and we five, 1279|Twa and I 1279|Love and I was sae happy, nane other friend could tell you; 1279|But love and I was happier, we twa! 1279|We three were five, 1279|And a' the rest 1279|We five and a laird 1279|Love and I were sae ======================================== SAMPLE 1950 ======================================== 2888|(Tho 'tis only three miles from me); 2888|"Then, ma'am, come to the table here, 2888|And let's hear the latest gossip." 2888|There's a tale of a "naughty maiden"-- 2888|I'll make you the finest bed I know. 2888|"Why, I'd rather, then," says my sweet, 2888|"Lie all naked in a rough bed, 2888|Then lie all night on a man's back, 2888|And he won't give half so good." 2888|The bed is made, then, as I wish; 2888|The sheets are sprigg'd with myrtle; 2888|The sheets are spread with a maiden's skin 2888|(Tho I don't believe that a man's); 2888|The bed-cord so thin and thin, 2888|Is twined with a feather's wing. 2888|A silver cord, the size of a thread, 2888|Is wound in the linen's thread, 2888|And a lady lies on her back 2888|(Tho I don't care to see how she lies): 2888|She thinks the wind's blowing fair. 2888|Then a silver cord, the length of my leg, 2888|Is wound in the linen's thread, 2888|And my sweet-faced lover lies on her back 2888|In a bed like a flower. 2888|And the silver cord, the length of my arm, 2888|Is wound in the linen's thread, 2888|And he lies in the corner soft 2888|(Tho I don't know how he lies): 2888|He tells how he hears "sweet-faced lovers" 2888|Sing soft, and sing sing on the walls: 2888|And a silver cord, the length of my arm, 2888|Is wound in the linen's thread. 2888|A silver cord, a length of my arm, 2888|Is tied in the linen's thread. 2888|Beneath the cherry-tree, 2888|The pretty lass sat; 2888|She had a bonny brown hat 2888|And a pretty rosy cheek. 2888|And the pretty lass put right 2888|Her breeches on, 2888|And the bonny lass put right, 2888|And put on her panties too. 2888|She threw on her stockings and 2888|Her stockings and stockings lined; 2888|She put on her stockings and 2888|Her stockings lined, and away! 2888|I have followed my darling far 2888|In a garden of blue, 2888|And I've followed her all the day 2888|With a cheerful mind and glad. 2888|I've followed my darling far 2888|In a garden of blue, 2888|Or else--I do not know 2888|If my darling will return. 2888|I've followed my darling far 2888|In a garden of blue, 2888|And I've followed her all the day 2888|In spite of every ill. 2888|She's gone--my love, my darling-- 2888|She's out on the green; 2888|She's turned her back upon man, 2888|And has left me all alone. 2888|So to the lily I tend, 2888|In a garden of blue, 2888|Where I tend it all alone 2888|With a cheerful mind and glad. 2888|The lily seems to bear, 2888|In all its flowers, 2888|More than when other maidens 2888|Have borne to the bridal bed. 2888|For love is pure and white 2888|And the lily doth say 2888|More than when other maidens 2888|The bridal bed can show. 2888|But all the flowers are fair 2888|Which to others bear, 2888|The lily and the fay 2888|And the rose bear to thee. 2888|When all the maids in the spring of the year 2888|Wear out their limbs in the flower-springing sun, 2888|When the cestus and the cresara grow 2888|'Neath ice and the snow-white lily's head; 2888|When the lilies all go up and down ======================================== SAMPLE 1960 ======================================== 1727|that I may do this work, and this too for the benefit 1727|of all your folk. It was, no doubt, my duty to him, and 1727|I know what sort of work he would have done for one that had 1727|so little else to do." 1727|As he spoke Ulysses took his javelin and hastened away to the 1727|gate. 1727|Meanwhile Minerva and Penelope went back to their pleasant abode, 1727|where Penelope she put the table in front of her husband, 1727|saying "What shall we do now about Jove? I hope he will not 1727|change his mind and not let us get away by the sea. I am 1727|certain he will come to a bad end either because Minerva 1727|has left the island or else Helen has taken matters like my 1727|life for the sake of my son. It has been a long time since he 1727|killed himself, but he was all right before Neptune started the 1727|storm; his body is very hard to be killed by any wind or 1727|sea, and his death would be worse than that which took my son. 1727|It is now the third day and the sun is setting, so I thought 1727|if we could get home that we might do the best we could of 1727|keeping out of the village for as long as we could of being at 1727|all able to eat and drink; but as it happens that our inn was 1727|still a sharer in the land of Ithaca, when we saw that we were 1727|not going anywhere, and when men say things in anger they 1727|always do; I could not see any other way and wished all along 1727|that I had taken you into my house, where you might live with 1727|your son and know nothing about the matter. As it was, I had 1727|taken the whole house in hand and was looking for some way 1727|otherwise, when I saw right away what you were about. So I 1727|sent you away with some others of my women and took your 1727|house by force to come and see me and eat and drink and sleep in 1727|my bed. But tell me now what the worst is in your house, and if 1727|any one of the women are unhappy, since your son cannot be happy 1727|like other people. Tell me about it." 1727|"If you are pleased to take my life into your hands, it would be 1727|difficult for me to tell you all my vexations and what have been 1727|your sufferings as I have mentioned them. First, however, 1727|people that I have been the most unhappy, for you see how much 1727|more my son greatly loves me because I have done him evil by 1727|heeding of no good when he came home with me. He would often 1727|talk with me and look at me, and would often say things at 1727|once beautiful and good. And now that he is back in his own 1727|house he comes to me to hear me whenever he will; but as regards 1727|our house, I have no confidence any more. It lies in the 1727|country beyond the sea, over which the island of Ithaca lies. 1727|Therefore I have no means to keep us in it by means of the inn, 1727|nor to give any one else a shelter or a place to sleep as I had 1727|when I went wandering from my own native country." 1727|And Penelope said, "It is as you say, but it was not you 1727|that we went to see, but some one else of your women." 1727|He answered, "It was your mother who asked me to go to you, 1727|saying that she had a great desire to see me; and with my 1727|own mother she made me go from the sea shore till we came 1727|to Ithaca. I have seen your home, and have heard of all 1727|the sorrows that you and your husband have endured. I shall 1727|tell you everything that has been done to me by you and your 1727|depths of anger and folly, for you have been worsting me in 1727|all respects and driving me away from my own country; still, 1727|did not you, Ulysses, when in my house you put large store of ======================================== SAMPLE 1970 ======================================== 21009|My love is all I have to tell! 21009|Our house is small; 21009|There are no dusty shelves 21009|To be opened wide 21009|When morn is low 21009|And skies are blue. 21009|The little garden we have growing 21009|With all its leafy treasures spreads 21009|Its broad and warm green coverings, 21009|With every flower of promise fair. 21009|Though small our garden, though it be 21009|So different from the large world's claims, 21009|And yet within it the dearest loves 21009|Of many a faithful sister dwell. 21009|And through it there is a pathway bright 21009|That leads unto a world of light; 21009|Where joy, with a perfect consciousness, 21009|Comes forth to meet the radiant hours; 21009|That leadeth forth to that sweet shore 21009|Which joy and sorrow all must gain. 21009|There other joys of other years, 21009|With life's best hopes and brightest tears, 21009|In the close close eye-brows bend their way, 21009|Pleading and pining for repose. 21009|There other tears of young life droop and fall, 21009|That still are lingering upon Life's stream; 21009|There other hopes arise and take their flight 21009|Like flowers of hope upon the breeze. 21009|And still, when I look o'er the dim sea-line, 21009|And where the shore is so full of light, 21009|And far away beyond the sunlit sea 21009|I see the distant mountain range, 21009|My soul is troubled with a heart's-affright, 21009|That seems to hear a voice of warning say:-- 21009|_The soul, when the heart is troubled sore, 21009|Gains strength to bear the heavy cross; 21009|But the soul falls with the burden o'er, 21009|And sorrow, like the dew, must stay._ 21009|My heart is heavy for fear of sin, 21009|My spirit is faint for desire; 21009|I'm weary of the noisy throng, 21009|That seek the fleeting sweets and tears. 21009|I am so weary of their mirth and glee, 21009|That make my heart so heavy and faint: 21009|I am so weary that my senses fail, 21009|For love and joy and sorrow all are gone. 21009|When Love is dead, the soul is all a-cold 21009|And sorrows pass like shadows through the night. 21009|But when Love is not in life or death, 21009|He dwells in Heaven with God above. 21009|Wealth, beauty, praise, and pride, and all delight, 21009|With all the passion and rapture of the day,-- 21009|With all the passion and rapture of the day, 21009|Glow on within, and never pass away. 21009|To him, when grief and fear have passed away, 21009|Those things are but as forms that pass away. 21009|Wealth, beauty, praise and pride, and all delight, 21009|With all the passion and rapture of the day,-- 21009|With all the passion and rapture of the day,-- 21009|Glow on within, and never pass away. 21019|In a quiet garden, nook serene, 21019|A Lady sat reposing, 21019|While little children, well busily 21019|Picking roses, stood and wondered. 21019|"Methinks,' she mused, 'this seems a bad 21019|Too many flowers to bear. 21019|Perhaps,' thought the Lady, 'I'll kill 21019|These dew-drops from the air." 21019|So she picked a robin's nest, 21019|That she had to bring from far. 21019|She gave him three draughts of her draught, 21019|And many children were asleep. 21019|She laid her down, and she dreamed well: 21019|That was a bad idea. 21019|She thought that she'd kill a rose-tree 21019|In front of her castle-door. 21019|She felt so strong, it was very plain, 21019|Her hand would open with such might, 21019|That ======================================== SAMPLE 1980 ======================================== 2888|Thick as a matted boar 2888|That gnaws a dead boar's skin, 2888|Or as if to a small river 2888|The wind blew wild and strong. 2888|I do not care to go now 2888|Far, far away from thee; 2888|I 've the pleasure of the past, 2888|The first new place that met my eye, 2888|By fancy won a lover's ear, 2888|Like music to my spirit's ear; 2888|For now I 'm in that condition 2888|I never was before. 2888|The moon like a small pin-prick 2888|Dazzles my ear, and there 2888|Is a sweetness in the air, 2888|I cannot go too near. 2888|I 'll think on thee awhile, and then 2888|I 'll go and come again; 2888|I 'll dream of thee, and then I 'll turn, 2888|And so shall thee remember. 2888|Come when my footsteps press, 2888|Come when my heart is near, 2888|Oh sweet little flower, 2888|Be my sweet little bride; 2888|Be my sweet little love; 2888|I 'm a man of small possessions and a tenant of the deep, 2888|And a poor, little man is he to whom Fortune can be kind; 2888|But now, my little fellow, I am proud to declare my preference, 2888|With a goodly store of riches, that I think I scarce can tell. 2888|To live in comfort in this present world, is a most important thing, 2888|With a strong, little, little, little, heart, that is a very poor one. 2888|He loves what he does. 2888|I love all that I see; 2888|I love the peace of my heart; 2888|I love the sweetest feeling 2888|That Nature can supply; 2888|That the spirit or the face 2888|Is one or the other, 2888|And there is no half so pretty, 2888|No half so happy thing. 2888|There 's no half so pretty, 2888|There 's no half so happy face, 2888|And I feel no such riches, 2888|When I see the world again. 2888|I love what I do; 2888|The world is not a fable, 2888|When I look in thy face; 2888|Nor does the world my fancy 2888|Or my heart or body. 2888|I love your face, 2888|And your sweet voice, 2888|And your look of sunshine 2888|That smiles out of the west window; 2888|And so in my heart I love 2888|The world that 's not a fable, 2888|And the world 's all as good as it can be. 2888|My heart is a little windmill, 2888|And my hand is a little wheel; 2888|And I always start at the sound and go to the deed, 2888|And get busy whenever I hear the merry sound or the 2888|bell-ringing. 2888|My heart is a little windmill, 2888|And my heart is a little wheel, 2888|And every morning at breakfast I feel a little windmill in 2888|my breast, and roll it away; 2888|But all the world is a little hubbub, 2888|And I feel the little windmill in me but a little while. 2888|So I go to thy bosom and press thee, 2888|And I love with a heart at thy service, 2888|And so in my bosom, in thy bosom, 2888|I love my little hubbub. 2888|The wind was blowing a fair wind, 2888|And the sun was bright, 2888|And a fair maid in her beauty came 2888|And sat beside me by the water-side. 2888|I was weary to death 2888|Of the long, long day, 2888|And I thought of the time I had not 2888|With my fair maid at my side. 2888|"Here!" said I, "to sit beside 2888|A fellow-man 2888|Lately dead in his bed is good, 2888|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 1990 ======================================== 1008|That she had come to my assistance was by me 1008|Unknown. But that thou mayst not be incensed 1008|With me, I will give thee all the truth revealed 1008|By Him whom thou didst not, nor what so moved 1008|My bosom, as not to hear with thee his voice. 1008|Our Arbia drew near, whence with the bard's song 1008|One had once risen to such heights, that he 1008|Who now was gaping, hardly could contain himself." 1008|Superintendence of a province, not yet 1008|Created archbishopric of the empire, I 1008|Saw St. Anthony, and, "Tell who is this, 1008|This man," asking, "Thou so enamouredst?" 1008|He answering, thus; "He whom thou to music 1008|Referst to, in the Island of Justice, live 1008|The sons of Lausus, raised by a mother 1008|Who was not only virgin, but was also 1008|Bridge and brace to Lausus' self. Therefore, 1008|With his own spirit he went, and with the brace 1008|Where nakedness of passion is not marked. 1008|If thou note the colour of his piping, 1008|Thou shalt hear how much his Adam had inspired 1008|Thy Faust; and if thou note the heav'n on which 1008|That angel was catholic, thou wilt hear 1008|How much his line has now been overwrought! 1008|And I foresaw (when the vision I behold 1008|Th' evil coming of the Foe) that nature 1008|Of Lausus and of his offspring would 1008|Sustain such causeless rage. I, to shun 1008|The rage, and kneele towards them the rayes, 1008|Planning my eare to Poule's, Michael's, not my own, 1008|Had thought fit transmuth and would have placed 1008|myself between them and Lausus; but all 1008|Lies ready already, with the shoe of truth, 1008|To prove Lausus that he first made Eve 1008|The belauing of so vile an abuse. 1008|Whatever can" - here the curtain loqueth he 1008|To hide the truth that should be proved thereat." 1008|So he exprest it; and I, not daring 1008|Too fierce, "With your leave," my leader said, "invest 1008|My remembrance; but plain I shall be forced, 1008|If thou reply, that from that plague descended 1008|Lausus, who does force his wives to him." 1008|"Say on," said he; "one more word, for thou speakest 1008|The truth that never would thine ear enthrall." 1008|"O brother!" I began, "your mistook faith 1008|O'erpowers me, and I can no more maintain 1008|The bridge. God's bellows heat the atoms so, 1008|That, if it weren't for them, I should at least 1008|Not be toil'd. The romances, that engender 1008|In men's minds the similitie of trees, 1008|Make them so fervent, and so strongly wish 1008|To crush them, that with ropes of remorse they wound 1008|The root, which holds them in their urge of life. 1008|Ordaining that attaint of guilt be mov'd, 1008|So that the just shall justifie their deeds, 1008|Ordain'd so, know not these, that entomb'd 1008|Lausus was of Elysium saved, as fame 1008|Reports, who ended on the other side. 1008|The men of ancient (that ceaseless flow!) time, 1008|The ancient time, that now is call'd the new, 1008|In their great law observ'd no such law; 1008|Forcin'd it was ordain'd, why S,-ci jurisdic't, 1008|Should not apply to all men, since all are kin 1008|By descendence, all drawing on the same 1008|Our umboyle; and all, as parentage claims, 1008|One Ilium: hence had Moses not been made 1008|Lord, without ======================================== SAMPLE 2000 ======================================== 3023|With some kind of a smile. 3023|I have a little book 3023|Of charms and incantations, 3023|Which you may take a look at; 3023|The little maids 't are calling spells; 3023|'T is good to have a look. 3023|(Enter CIPPIFORE.) 3023|CIPPIFORE, (reading.) 3023|Hast thou a child at home? 3023|(A GROUP comes forward.) 3023|Here is CIPPIFORE again. 3023|What are you two about? 3023|(SIDE by side they sit.) 3023|Why, CIPPIFORE the Priest, 3023|To this church I come. 3023|Ah! but you must know, 3023|The time is long ago, 3023|For I'm not yet grown so tall! 3023|(SIDE they sit.) 3023|And who art thou? 3023|CIPPIFORE, (without.) 3023|Nay shear! 3023|That was CIPPIFORE, 3023|The youth, the woe, the youth of mine! 3023|What a sad change! (Lights.) 3023|I'll make of thee like 3023|Two little leaves, so small! 3023|What is't that thou dost wear? 3023|That be might be called, 3023|A garment! So make haste away! 3023|SWEET, (without caparisons.) 3023|The girl who's here must needs be lovely. 3023|So be my sister sweet! 3023|By my head, O! look thou sweet! 3023|No more I'll speak! 3023|My sister, her voice dies away, 3023|She's been sleeping! Ah! to see her, 3023|I cannot help it now! 3023|(Enter SUSAN with a book.) 3023|How dar'st thou read? 3023|My love! O! what a book I write; 3023|How much the deeper grow my thoughts! 3023|Wake me not, thou saint of love, she cried! 3023|(Lowers her book.) 3023|Dost thou love not us? 3023|No, we're not so strange! 3023|How bright and gay the birds above, 3023|And how my thoughts are dancing up in heaven! 3023|(SUSAN, turning her to the BELLY.) 3023|Thou must go, I tell thee, where I'll find it! 3023|(They separate, and SWITHLAND. VERTUEZ and BRODER come.) 3023|Ah! here 'tis now the hour 3023|For thy departure; here 'tis now the hour 3023|For thee to go! 3023|The sun is gone down-- 3023|Away--away, 3023|And the dark day begins-- 3023|Come hither, thou sun! 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With an ode.) 3023|(For a page.) 3023|The first was a king's beloved son, 3023|The second a young maiden whom he wooed, 3023|The third was the sun's unerring guide, 3023|The fourth was a gentle dove that flitted in, 3023|A bird was the next in the way of the sun, 3023|A maiden was the last of the seven; 3023|And now come the last of all ten; 3023|And soon the whole world looks like a blind man's chalk, 3023|For the moon is rising o'er the hill. 3023|How beautiful is the heavens! 3023|All smiles on this world of sorrow 3023|For those who are dying. 3023|'Tis the dawn of life! 3023|How beautiful is the heavens. 3023|The first, the bright Sun, 3023|To the first, the dark night, 3023|Abandons his friends forever. 3023|That bright sun shines on us with radiance rare, 3023|Whose brightness never ======================================== SAMPLE 2010 ======================================== 37452|In the land of the young, 37452|And the old still speak their thought 37452|Of the life that is to be; 37452|And the old, their children grown, 37452|Still call on the old 37452|For the old are old. 37452|Thief of the day, thou wilt be caught,-- 37452|Thou wilt be caught, 37452|Till the eyes of the stars are dark, 37452|Till the moon of the sun turn white, 37452|Till the sun of the earth bow downward, 37452|And the night be finished 37452|As it was meant to be. 37452|Though thou may be caught,-- 37452|Thou hast left our light behind thee 37452|With the hope of man's sight; 37452|As an earth-born soul 37452|Fell into a grave,-- 37452|We have caught thee, and have found thee, 37452|And we will hold thee and hold thee, 37452|Till the dust shall meet the dust, 37452|And the soul be as the soul. 37452|And the soul shall dwell in the soul, 37452|And be changed as the soul. 37452|And it shall hear the joyous voice, 37452|And shall see the light; 37452|And the soul shall be as a flower, 37452|With the hope of it, 37452|Till the dust shall meet the dust. 37452|And the soul will smile to earth 37452|As it laughed to heaven 37452|At the smile of the sun; 37452|And the soul wilt die, and bloom again, 37452|In the land of the brave, 37452|And the old shall speak among men 37452|Of the life that is to be; 37452|And the old shall seek and seek, 37452|And the old will be found all truth, 37452|By the truth of the heart;-- 37452|For the old are old, 37452|And they hold us still 37452|While the world is ours? 37452|Singing of the woodman 37452|When the spring comes back, 37452|When the white birds wake in the trees, 37452|And spring goes down the street,-- 37452|When the light of the day is gone, 37452|And the night is close at hand,-- 37452|I, who heard the first-born notes 37452|Of the bird above, 37452|When the morning-glimmer of the day 37452|Touched the green leaves through,-- 37452|I, who saw the little stars 37452|Float in the sky's breast, 37452|With the flowers' light in their eyes, 37452|And the earth-blue skies are filled 37452|With the light of their eyes,-- 37452|I hear the song, the last note 37452|Singing in the spring, 37452|As the song is stilled at last: 37452|How should it chime with what is known 37452|And known not here? 37452|I, who heard the song, the song, 37452|With its light of hopes made strong, 37452|Who felt their power, these hopes 37452|Stir in my soul, I too,-- 37452|I, too glad that my fears should come 37452|So close to this sight! 37452|I, who have cried the song, 37452|The song, so sad, so sweet, 37452|How should I but follow out 37452|How the song was sung? 37452|With the spring come back, return, 37452|As the dawn comes back, 37452|With the spring, return: and I 37452|Whose hopes and fears are blown 37452|By the wind of God's heart, 37452|Will feel the sound of the song again 37452|As sweet as of yore. 37452|I, who have thought the song 37452|So wise in wise old time,-- 37452|(I know that it's sweet again!) 37452|Hear it so, for my love, 37452|And my eyes shall weep 37452|As the song is sung. 37452|But when our feet have reached 37452|The garden-close, 37452|Where sweet birds sing and play, ======================================== SAMPLE 2020 ======================================== 1008|To which a second time the cord was drawn. 1008|As the same oxen, toiler after labor, 1008|At evening close, untouch'd and blameless, 1008|Stifle not at length their voracious maw, 1008|But stretch themselves the third long length' way, 1008|Eager to resume the task-hardened hand, 1008|So I, untimely rending the contract 1008|Of our fast tie, as by the garment bend'd, 1008|Began: "Not to order what I look'd for, 1008|But to better knowledge of thee and of this mount, 1008|So mayst thou safely perch upon the mount, 1008|And see thy voyage, as thou shalt alone 1008|Quite understand it, thy satisfaction it will be." 1008|"Why dost thou question, sir?" was the reply. 1008|"Dost thou not wish, when I commanded thee 1008|To come below, to have with thee arrived, 1008|And tested thee, that thou might'st know who am I, 1008|And where the place where he resides?" To this 1008|My master straight: "Then thou didst answer true." 1008|But she: "If what I now descrieth thee 1008|Be truly helde, thou miest truly sown, 1008|There where thou watchest, quickly may'st be reard. 1008|But there is one more favour I would ask, 1008|And that above attemper'd already." 1008|Then said my master: "The dew of sleep 1008|Stole not upon her rest, but thine eyes 1008|Back to the sun mustered, fixt in response." 1008|Now when I had my fill of sleep, and cool'd 1008|My spirit within itself, the bliss 1008|I suppose not bearing, I begin to tell, 1008|And words come floating forth, that doth believe. 1008|I was on earth as others was, the lowest 1008|Part of the Christian order: but to make 1008|The ground within my breast well vapor'd, 1008|And I could turn, as rosily as air 1008|In summer rising from a shower, from Heaven 1008|A spark I rais'd, that even at first blush seem'd 1008| Chastity was laid by me ordained to make 1008|The man of God more blest, and to make 1008|Thee more aware on earth of frailties past. 1008|But when the bliss, that rais'd me up, did move 1008|My heart to higher degrees, then higher 1008|Exceeding, overflows the wonted tide. 1008|And in the love, wherein I was constrain'd 1008|To close my eyes and heart, now comes so near, 1008|That I witness visionary beauteous things. 1008|I see enthron'd the most high Lord in Heaven, 1008|Whose wondrous love and zealous compassion 1008|Are unto us revealed: for from his grace 1008|I hope without our channel to refrain." 1008|And since the time, whence light inspir'd me, is long, 1008|Time cannot tell us when these two meet one. 1008|But 'twixt the midsummer and the rosary, 1008|Not three days may equal the train of years; 1008|Which having reach'd their terminus, they for ever 1008|In perpetual year take their appointed round. 1008|"And if," continuation demands, "whileso' 1008|thou refrain not, from thy mathaunts retire," 1008|Thought began, and was ware of Arianrhode, 1008|Wherewith she seem'd to lacke the space, where for ages 1008|thou hast silence make'd. To her he then: 1008|"Were she but to thee assembled, one indeed, 1008|Of all, who lif'd me, much short would thy cure be. 1008|But she so holy is, and so defiles 1008|The dang'd-through flesh, that by her will it dies: 1008|In her image all things be withouten stain. 1008|Nor will I have thee known of any one: 1008|So will ======================================== SAMPLE 2030 ======================================== 1035|And where we left him, where we left him, 1035|Is all that stands between and ages. 1035|The days of the, years of the, years of the, 1035|Are the old days of the, years of the, 1035|And he is in the years that follow. 1035|O, where to go for a fool's adventure, 1035|Or a clown's, for an adventure like this; 1035|He's found it, he's found it, he's found it, 1035|Wherever it is he's found it now, 1035|And he's found all the tricks we can do 1035|And he'll find all the tricks that we can do 1035|That are for an adventure like this. 1035|How, in the days when the, days, the days lasted, 1035|In the old years when the, old years lasted, 1035|Did we make fools of men we could not understand? 1035|For, in the days when the, days, the days lasted 1035|In the old days when the, old days lasted, 1035|(The old days will always be for ever past, 1035|And the old days are the days of the,) 1035|He was made master of, and gave order; 1035|And the, old times when the, old times lasted 1035|He was made master of, and gave order, 1035|And the, old times when the, old days lasted 1035|He was made master of, and gave order, 1035|And the old days when the, old days lasted 1035|He was made master of and passed them off. 1035|For the, old days were for ever past, and gone are all: 1035|For the, old times when the, old days lasted, 1035|And the old days are the times of the, and the, and the. 1035|He must now have his, and the old times have he; 1035|For the, old days are the, and the, and the. 1035|I was out one summer day this way, 1035|In company with him with eyes of blue, 1035|And lips of rose, and chin of ivory. 1035|No man in the world so wise as he-- 1035|No man I ever saw so full of fun. 1035|I was out to do a thing this year, 1035|And now he is a fellow you meet, 1035|And now he is a little girl to me, 1035|For he has married in a churchyard place. 1035|And now he is a clerk, and still he goes, 1035|And now he is a sailor on a sea, 1035|And now he is a lawyer with a lot, 1035|And now he is engaged to pretty Lizzie Blan. 1035|But he's the lawyer's dog, the child is his, 1035|The girl is his and the sea is her. 1035|And what a fool was I if I thought him so, 1035|And what a fool was I if I thought him so; 1035|For, years ago, he was a fool to me, 1035|And now he knows the way that I went wrong. 1035|When I go to the grave and you are by, 1035|I'm going to forget the glad, bright things, 1035|And many an old, old, old old, old sin, 1035|And see the damned, damned things again. 1035|I am the fool from whom we get so free, 1035|And I am the fool that comes from you; 1035|And you will weep to see us go hence, 1035|And we--God knows what, we two, to-night. 1035|A man may know that the winds are always right, 1035|That the waters roll always gently in his favour, 1035|That the stars are ever silent in the sky, 1035|That the dead are never old,--these are odd things, 1035|And yet when death comes and you are quite alone, 1035|Even when everything is waiting for you, 1035|Even when you are the last of your kind lived there, 1035|Even then, ah, you will find the world's a-blaze, 1035|And the dawn-light light the blind world with gladness,-- 1035|The dew will fall, ======================================== SAMPLE 2040 ======================================== 615|I am at fault to whom I do not own, 615|But I the fault forgive; -- so I confess; 615|I scarce of me can sin of omission speak." 615|With that his arm he smote the palmer's head, 615|Then seized his breast, and, with such force and pain, 615|Tore from the felon's arms his guileful head; 615|And, with a sudden gust, the helmet he, 615|Which the proud cavalier had given before, 615|And in his place, the weapon from his hand, 615|And the hard helm cast on his back. The Moor, 615|Forth from the battle to his courser went, 615|And from the road the Paladino reave 615|In his turn through the thickets, where he stood, 615|With that great warrior by his side, to wind 615|His way amid the forests, winding bright 615|The way, and turning to the left hand. 615|Upon the mountain's very summit, there 615|A tree the warrior in a rod entwined, 615|In order to display him, in the light 615|And darkness of the moon was fixed; and so 615|Was tost and hung aloft, in many a fold, 615|With branches rent and bruised and torn away 615|From stalks and leaves, he was by other sprung 615|More tender than the mountain oak or beech, 615|Grown by some forest river, that in waste 615|Orchard or Humber is a growth of wood. 615|The rod, as well he might and gladly do, 615|Had never aught of him to guide or aid, 615|Save that, which, by the will of heaven, was bent, 615|And by its natural motions bound to him. 615|When in the middle, high in earth laid at last, 615|A hundred fathom-deep (as Nature made) 615|The water-godlike monarch was, who wrought 615|The wonders, and, at all hazards, might have done, 615|Which he performed (by God designed) and wrought, 615|Thereof the king, upon earth was seen no more. 615|When, in its course, the earth-quake was felt, 615|He, on his way with the illustrious knight 615|Had to the city passed, to seek the word 615|Of the same day, but here was none to hear. 615|The Moor, when he arrived, with a rude train 615|And people there, upon his journey bore: 615|For he, the city's keeper, had departed 615|Borne, in his course, by cavalier and peer. 615|In his course to the new city he made, 615|He came, in haste, by a low brook, but wide 615|And spacious, which the waters of the vale 615|For many leagues in course and measure keep. 615|He by the stream his horse once more espied; 615|And, for he would not rest, in the repose 615|Of that well-known mead, and by the bank 615|Aldeboran's level sands, a horse again 615|He took the dame in hand and to the foot 615|Of the green bank his courser, and anew 615|He rode to view the place; and all the night, 615|Had had the time for lingering ever there, 615|The paladin to view, or to prepare 615|To be his guest, for many days did stay. 615|Here, next day dark and dark, he from the height 615|Of the hill ascended, and beneath the lake, 615|In a dark swamp, which near the lake he found, 615|As if it were a place of deep and narrow sleep, 615|Plunging upon the loathsome water's brine, 615|As thine would-be sailor knows how pitiful: 615|And there, by dint of long and weary walk, 615|Had waded, if he had deemed how thirsty he, 615|And had, with difficulty, gained the bank, and gained 615|The lake; which was of foam, which watery reed, 615|Whose waves were dyed purple as is that dry. 615|So, having learnt that to the sea below 615|The Moor is lost, he made a sally forth 615|From this, and mounted on his homeward way, 615|And in a little dashing on the land 615| ======================================== SAMPLE 2050 ======================================== 1745|Hurls from their hollow bellies wings 1745|Of swoops and speedes all the sky 1745|In thir sharpnesse; and on the ground 1745|With circling ring of Spears 1745|And thir flashing Scimitars 1745|To th' Lord of Hosts their Front they lay 1745|First in heauily phantastic show, 1745|In Circassian Beauty's Front all armd, 1745|In diamond like the Sun 1745|Alphonse with his Prew the Sea bears on, 1745|Borne after him seven swift Sampras glad, 1745|And with seven bright flaming Sirens three; 1745|Seven Herds of Brazen Chariots Cherubim 1745|He toucheth from their midst in six Cheiroves, 1745|And six bright Cherubim twins; 1745|Twins, for his right hand none toucheth Mars, 1745|None Mars his Twin; his right hand none 1745|Mars his Twin; his right hand none 1745|Meezer or Steward Mars his Twin; 1745|All his right hand all his right Hand all 1745|He drinke of Tempests and Seraphim, 1745|All his Right Hand all his Right Hand all 1745|He drinke of Tempests and Seraphim; 1745|With seven bright Cherubim all his right Hand 1745|He drinke of the Wasting Abyss, 1745|And all the Cherubim cross thir steps 1745|Cross thir steps to thir Redeeming Seat; 1745|First in heauily phantastic sort, 1745|They pour the Bread of Sacrifice, 1745|The Bread of Repentance and eternal Peace 1745|On th' heads of Womankind, surcharged seven chins; 1745|On th' heads of Womankind, surcharged seven chins, 1745|Twins, ten on each Hand, ten on each Hand, 1745|On each head of Womankind, ten on each Head; 1745|Womankind, whose Husband Christ was King of all 1745|Womankind, whose Husband Christ was King of all 1745|the tribes of men; from him descending down 1745|They have made him the Seven sitts on the Throne, 1745|The sevenfold heads of the Caesars old; 1745|The sevenfold heads of the Caesars old; 1745|The sevenfold heads of the Caesars old; 1745|Stricken with Starvation and Hunger, the Thirst 1745|That pains the Desert, and dulles with Cark, 1745|Night and Delay, the terrible waiting-maiden, 1745|And the Drones, whose dread Errand faces Death; 1745|The dreadful waiting-maiden, the Dawn, the Dawn, 1745|That is to rise when th' eternal sceptre shall 1745|Re-ascend again the Arch-traitor th' Allied 1745|Maids; the dreadful waiting-maiden, the Dawn, 1745|The Dawn, that is to rise when th' eternal sceptre 1745|Shall reverse its oath, and straight re-ascend 1745|To judicial prime unsold to Sorrowing 1745|The headlong dagger, that shall strow the Field 1745|With human blood; the holy sign of God; 1745|The dreadful sign of God, His sceptre, Crown, 1745|That re-ascends when the head, the bloody head 1745|Fall to the common dust: the awful Sign 1745|That re-ascrues when th' everlasting sword 1745|Draws its proud cord from the keen mutilated 1745|Hanging-knife, cold, shod with flint, unsparing, 1745|And firm as He who smote on Calvary, 1745|E'en Constantine--(so all who gaze on it 1745|Can see)--the awful Sign that is to rise, 1745|Re-ascend when th' everlasting sword 1745|Draws blood from the wound, and all the battle 1745|Shall yield to the Sign that is to rise 1745|When the awful Sign is to re-ascend 1745|When th' eternal sword shall close the eye. 1745|Hee all unruffled then shall seem this Scene 1745|To ======================================== SAMPLE 2060 ======================================== 34331|All the years I have been born, 34331|As I stood, like the morning dew, 34331|In the old autumnal heaven. 34331|While the night from his golden hair 34331|Sprinkled the hills and the river; 34331|While the moonlight slept upon the stream-- 34331|The moonlight of eternity! 34331|I saw my own pastimes past, 34331|And the world had room enough for 34331|A thousand vicissitudes; 34331|All the days that were in my life, 34331|There was no other for me. 34331|And the things which I would have lived for 34331|They waited, waiting still, 34331|In their vicissitudes, as they passed, 34331|Till I deemed them vicissitude. 34331|And the world has room enough for 34331|A thousand vicissitudes, 34331|And I stand at the casement's height, 34331|And see the sunrise on high. 34331|And thus I stand in the long white road-- 34331|The long, long white road where none may go, 34331|For to-day I do not wait, 34331|I do not wait through the years alone, 34331|I do not even wait. 34331|I know the way I shall descend; 34331|I know the world goes on, 34331|I watch the shadows of mountains rise, 34331|I watch the shadow of Time. 34331|I know the ways and the roads-- 34331|All the ways and the roads are good, 34331|They are good for a few to ride, 34331|But for me and for me only. 34331|I know, I know. And they cannot learn, 34331|The knowledge they have won can bring 34331|Death to the shadow of their joy. 34331|For the ways and the roads may bring 34331|Death to the shadow of a cloud, 34331|But the secret of my joy knows none. 34331|I know I shall be here to-night 34331|To watch the moon through the mist; 34331|Shall be here to see the skies 34331|Like golden mirrors turn, 34331|And the light of my old home appear, 34331|And my heart's abode. 34331|I know I shall be here to-night 34331|Here on the hill behind the stream. 34331|A lonely life I would choose, 34331|And only the hills would I roam. 34331|Then look into my heart and say-- 34331|I am lonely as you are. 34331|To-night the wind is in the pine trees; 34331|The stream is silent and slow; 34331|A ghostly radiance in the pine trees, 34331|Like silver from some silver sphere. 34331|A rustling ghostly; from the stream 34331|The sighing wind drifts and sighs; 34331|Then, as the winds are still, 34331|With sudden start the pine trees stir, 34331|And with soft aisles of shadow one by one 34331|Their leaves bend forward, and the moon comes out. 34331|From out of the wood the wind goes sighing. 34331|A star is coming slowly out. 34331|A star is coming slowly out. 34331|All night the wind goes sighing and sighing. 34331|The stars are shining, one by one. 34331|Oh! the stars are shining, one by one; 34331|But it is midnight, it is only a dream, 34331|And the stars are going, going, going, to sleep. 34331|The stars are shining still, 34331|The moon is not risen quite. 34331|The moon is not even low; 34331|But the shadow of night 34331|In the east is cast, 34331|Like a pall of smoke, on the sun, 34331|That is rising slowly out of sight. 34331|And now a quiet wind comes stealing 34331|Through the shadowy branches, 34331|Across the grasses, creeping, creeping, 34331|Whispering of beautiful things. 34331|Oh! the wind is whispering things 34331|So subtly sweet, 34331|So kindly, kindly, and gentle, 34331|It seems as if it knew. 34331| ======================================== SAMPLE 2070 ======================================== 2428|"No, no!" the lady cried, "it is too ill for me!" 2428|He rose, and speaking through his clammy fingers, 2428|"Why, what would you be, dear, if you knew what a fool 2428|"What a wretched fool am I, who write this poem? 2428|"Or what can it be to him I write, but the shade 2428|"Of some poor wretch, in such circumstances, forced?" 2428|"Not as we thought! "The Lady said, with that look 2428|Which bids the world keep distance, sighing: "but you 2428|"Will look for no reflection from me: I know 2428|"The motive that prompts you! my own faults I trace 2428|"From you: and yet you must not blame those friends 2428|"Whom you have tempted, and who have made my own! 2428|"For I have done just since the deed; and, look 2428|"For it is not well, but then, the world is blessed!" 2428|"Yes, the world is blest,"--he answered, with a sigh; 2428|And so he went his way, as he was bid. 2428|And this poor song may fail at once, though it be 2428|By none, as it may, a friend to be condemned! 2428|I'll try some other pipe,--perhaps a snuff 2428|I can draw, will make men want to laugh, and please: 2428|I'll make some other cigars, to please my friend, 2428|And smoke them round,--and all the while I smoke 2428|And nothing better: for I care not to call 2428|A thousand compliments on himself; nor yet 2428|The lady will excuse me for stealing love; 2428|But I must tell you that a man is free 2428|From all our cares, if he is happy; and I think 2428|And so I tell you, as in sober speech I'll tell 2428|You: for I find all human pleasures gone 2428|For bettering mankind;--And yet this truth's true; 2428|If they never can be just as they are. 2428|And, though you may say so in your own conceit 2428|And mirth, the truth you must confess to me, 2428|And therefore I will end my sad ode, 2428|And I will bid the world good-morrow; though, 2428|As for what's next, let's eat, and drink, and play, 2428|As our forefathers used, as our fore-fellows do. 2428|Then, Sir, farewell!"--The last word, or so 2428|Sir Edward said, was a broken strain; 2428|And, half as angry at the jest as they, 2428|He murmured, "You see, Sir, our friend has gone: 2428|"I wish you (did he? or did they?) good-day! 2428|And hope, in short, we may meet to confab, 2428|As we used, before we parted here, 2428|As we used, before we parted from our May." 2428|To whom, with sweet, but tender mien, the dame 2428|Thus answer'd, "You do me honor, sir! 2428|You speak with all propriety of love. 2428|It is the duty of true widows, sir, 2428|To love their husbands, and to be fond to their 2428|Ladies; and I hope, my lord, you do it too; 2428|But I think not marriage, by the Lord's leave, 2428|Is then so great a duty--you are young." 2428|He kiss'd her--"Nay, nay; it seems too true; 2428|Not love so great, but duty too, were well: 2428|If I can love--though heaven might lower me, 2428|To bless the man I never love'd, sir, 2428|I'll give my heart to him, and, I, sir, 2428|No duty can remit--nor let me die! 2428|But tell me, in such love as yours, you have, 2428|What virtue and what purity are found? 2428|Have you--or have you not, sir, as you go? 2428|And if you have, ======================================== SAMPLE 2080 ======================================== 1246|When you were just a boy, you had many wounds 1246|Aflame like flaming candles. 1246|And your lips were scarred and torn, 1246|And your hair hung in disarray. 1246|It was the autumn of your thirty years, 1246|That you came at last to live. 1246|I was not your father but--a good friend 1246|Was my father. And, when I asked, "Are you still 1246|All that you are?"--Ah, the answer came--"No." 1246|And at once the first tear filled my eyes 1246|As I wished that you were born! 1246|And I knew it by the subtle thrill of pain 1246|That clung to each word as you turned away, 1246|But you were not the father that your friend had been. 1246|You are not you, I have thought of you alone, 1246|The mother half sick with pity for you, 1246|And all too late, and full of years, and blind; 1246|The father half mad, the life on earth a lie. 1246|O mother! do not know! 1246|Why have you let me never find out why 1246|I had you when it needed me so? 1246|You have not heard of this? And what did you know? 1246|Why did you never say, "The time had come 1246|When a poor child's blood was cold"--or, "I had once 1246|A dream of my mother?" or, "Oh, do not know, 1246|My heart is broken." Surely you did not dream: 1246|What did your friend hint? What did your friend reveal? 1246|O mother, you should have known. There's no doubt, 1246|When you took me in, I could not hear nor see 1246|My own heart beating daily within my breast. 1246|I only felt the hand that would bring tears to theirs, 1246|They only said, "Poor little child!" when they said "Mother!" 1246|But they were right and they were wrong, and so 1246|It was a little wrong, and a little right, 1246|Till an end came to our love and our suffering,-- 1246|Oh, the end, and the heartbreak, and the searching. . . 1246|All my life passed away in a week of sorrow, 1246|I had known the end, and I knew it well, 1246|And I only cried, "I wonder what to do!" 1246|I never knew, as I turned away from the door. 1246|I had a child's heart in my hands, 1246|There was something in it sweet, 1246|Something that I should not have known was there 1246|But the child and I was lost together . . . 1246|Then I heard your love-call and my prayers 1246|And your prayer was answered then . . . 1246|I had so much of the past and so little of the present 1246|That I wondered why I had to cry and pray, 1246|And I would have died a hundred times, no doubt, 1246|Had I not had that little child. 1246|When I am old 1246|I fear to give it away; 1246|I'd rather have the love that died than the new life 1246|It was better than the new life. 1246|It was better, though, than the old, 1246|And the child was the new life and I. 1246|In the silence of the days 1246|She is a wild bird singing alone, 1246|She is not lonely, and no one knows: 1246|She hears the wild wind crying, too. 1246|Oh, what of that and the new life? 1246|If it is better for her, 1246|She has lost the best thing now in her, 1246|She has lost the last thing, and is going away. 1246|She is coming home: in the dark 1246|They bring her home with the winter snow, 1246|And she comes with a wreath of flowers, 1246|And a little white hand and soft, brown feet. 1246|For a little hand, a little foot, 1246|And all the years she will have tears; 1246|Tears that will not hurt or vex, ======================================== SAMPLE 2090 ======================================== 2428|The world shall go on, though he and I be one 2428|To-morrow, say, 'The world!' he say, 'No, no! 2428|You know how far we travelled, when we knew 2428|That time was coming, if no hurry found 2428|To take it.'--'O well, say, can I have it now?' 2428|'But why should I, my dear, have it then?' 2428|Oh! if so strong 'tis with a good hard dose 2428|Of all the medicines you see one on the shelf-- 2428|Oh! if, 'spite of all your care and thought, 2428|You make good money--oh! what will I be to you! 2428|If you were sure that you knew more than he 2428|In all that toilsome, tedious game? 2428|You might have found you the cure--and then 2428|Your heart would have sunk into your head: 2428|Your head would--but never heart--be clear, 2428|Because you got it--he got it--me-- 2428|While he got--oh! but--he got it--me! 2428|And this--if he knew any better thing-- 2428|He'd have--never, never dared to try. 2428|He was so proud, not feeling more, 2428|But, after a little while, forgot; 2428|But had the medicine, I forget. 2428|He would have died, the poor feller, you see. 2428|When we, or when we should, no doubt, 2428|Had, instead, taken that (still more expensive) dose. 2428|But what if, all things considered, 2428|By what we are, we're not very bad? 2428|He'd have died, and, being poor, not feeling better, 2428|He took the medicine, I forget, 2428|As well as he ought, because, no doubt, 2428|It "worked," as everybody knows. 2428|We've no time--we're not like people there-- 2428|But just go home, and--let's be good," quoth he; 2428|"You have the cure (a friend's or father's just), 2428|And we a treat--but only taste the cake." 2428|"You know," replied the gentleman, "you want 2428|The cure, don't you?" 2428|"What do you want with the cure?" said I; 2428|"So easy--what do I care the what 2428|--Let him give you his money--and then?" 2428|The gentleman--(he'd a pretty nose)-- 2428|(He looked on Mrs. S.) did not care; 2428|"I wouldn't give a silver to-day, 2428|Unless 'twas in compensation," said he. 2428|I saw (but hid the fact) a puss on a bench afield, 2428|And when I saw the puss, I saw this way: 2428|You must be very much displeased with me; 2428|You must, indeed, be very much afraid. 2428|I'll tell you, sir, 2428|I thought I saw her, sir,--(let it fall to-day) 2428|But that I wasn't very well, you understand; 2428|I think I am much obliged to you of late. 2428|I think I am much obliged to you, too, 2428|For (to begin with) I, sir, am a woman. 2428|I think I am much obliged to you, too; 2428|You say you are very sorry in my poor degree? 2428|I think I am much obliged to you. 2428|Why, you are obliged to me for no reason? 2428|Why, you are obliged to me, I tell you, for no reason! 2428|I know, indeed, I know I am not half right, 2428|I really, truly do, and so does my wife. 2428|I know, indeed, I know, I know I am not right, 2428|But you yourself must suppose I'm wrong, 2428|In the guise of a humble vase, on which 2428|I may look up with a cheerful view, 2428|And think: "Pray, what's the matter with me?" 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 2100 ======================================== 615|Holds the light horse who by fair deed was taught, 615|To be a light horse of the Sarzan land. 615|For, since not through his heart could be conveyed 615|The fatal stroke that made him fall, and fall 615|By that ill stroke which made him be, nor said 615|The king he meant to lose the worth of man. 615|His first wish was that he his son in grace 615|Should gain on him, as master and as knight, 615|Who that had won his lady's grace and pride, 615|And done what every power of man could do. 615|"That he for him should conquer on the field, 615|Let every valiant cavalier undertake, 615|And on the morrow strive with the king to yield; 615|So will I all, nor ask the smallest part. 615|Orlando, who with you, in your desire, 615|Is bent on having as knight his friend, 615|And is not slow to bend his every limb, 615|If he my will that you in me provide, 615|And be with me a foot and hand as well, 615|Who think and do what reason bids them do, 615|And with you, if in the end I should be dead, 615|I shall not live my life as evermore! 615|"Orlando, of what use to speak I see, 615|Since he, to win my favour, has forgot 615|My name, as if I were some other's foe; 615|For me, of worth that you have heard or knew 615|Nothing whatever I have made his own, 615|Who am in love with him, if I deserve, 615|To hear or see; I know not which to grant. 615|If yet with us the Moor be found most fair, 615|That he the noble one is, I am resolved, 615|But I will let him know that I am here, 615|As well as by what course I will be gone. 615|"You see my gentle aspect, have the skill 615|And wit, which you desire, how can you guess? 615|I mean of my good name, which now was born 615|With all those other wreaths it is now lost. 615|And you, who will behold me be forlorn, 615|That for my sake as well you know amiss, 615|Be pleased to see me, let me by your side, 615|Albeit you me to shame have made a foe; 615|And know that it was we who gave him arms, 615|And by his favour him a throne enjoyed. 615|"So that, my lord, in you my heart shall be 615|Deemed evermore my dearest comfort, 615|And shall receive the kind regard of all, 615|Thou, if I well my folly or my good 615|Have detected, thou wilt blame not me; 615|As well your daughter, if you think me right, 615|And, if not, I shall my folly repay. 615|But if, with reason and with judgement, ye 615|Refuse to let me on this journey ride, 615|I will not wrong thy holy faith and fealty. 615|"Not only I, nor any of my peers, 615|Shall hither make this journey; but will go 615|To bear you message, if you in safety are. 615|Thence to return again, with me to steer, 615|Whence hither hasted you; for no man now 615|Thinks that sail has been in all the year: 615|And this, so well I saw and thus was told, 615|With true content so far shall me be taught. 615|"If I the crown and sceptre of your crown 615|May yet possess, and such as I believe 615|To be divine, as sure it is I hold, 615|To see great elephants, and nought beside 615|But white snow, I will by them convey my heart, 615|Nor think that I might haply live without.' 615|The other answered: `But I to you consign 615|My lady, and my lady's child, should be 615|As well content, as he for love may live. 615|"To-morrow, if they do desire me more, 615|I will, they say, return and find you good 615|And all your faith before inveigle; 615|But as for you I know not if of me 615|Ye shall believe, that such my ======================================== SAMPLE 2110 ======================================== 1365|That all the world was ready then for the same, 1365|And the old world, once more, the same were to see. 1365|To-day the earth, too, is all the world without 1365|The sun's peculiar ray and the moon's light. 1365|All the hills and valleys, the rocks and caves, 1365|Are ours; and the lakes and marshes, and streams 1365|That run in rivers by the lakes and seas, 1365|Are ours too, and the plains, and the mountains here 1365|That hide in themselves the hidden hills of the hills, 1365|Are ours too. The river and the lake 1365|That rush up by the swift river of the world, 1365|Are ours; and the sea-cliffs, with forests over- 1365|strown, and they of the mountains in the sky, 1365|And the land by the deep ocean in the sky, 1365|Are ours, and all, and by God and by man 1365|Are we not as great and rich as any one? 1365|Yea, in our breast we are as great and rich 1365|As any one. But there is aught more low, 1365|And it is a shame, and it is a shame yet more, 1365|When every man of us, in his heart, is a-smiling 1365|And every woman is a-smiling and gay 1365|And every song that we sing flows like the tide. 1365|"Give her to me," we sing, "give her to me!" 1365|We sing it with an utterance half absurd, 1365|And the sweet music, sweetly, with an utterance, 1365|Takes the form of words; but our very words 1365|Are forms, as beautiful in their mockery 1365|As words themselves. "Give her to me." 1365|If it be a sin 1365|To love and listen while she sings and dances, 1365|"If it be a sin to look and smile without her, 1365|"If it be a sin to let the music fill my brain, 1365|"If it be a sin to make my heart too tender, 1365|"If it be a sin to love her, and not all men dare, 1365|"Or do I count it a sin not to be her lover?" 1365|"Oh! but the eyes that see the glory of God, 1365|"Are the eyes that see the Lord alone. 1365|"If it be a sin to say unto a woman, 1365|"If it be a sin to say to man alone, 1365|"Oh that the Lord would turn and love me awhile, 1365|"And give me his heart, and leave his soul for mine; 1365|"I would not ask for anything in return,-- 1365|"Not gold nor purple, nor what mighty men 1365|"Shall build me a city unto the stars, 1365|"Or hallow earth, or lay them down in glory, 1365|"And I would not ask nothing in return, but rise, 1365|"And to my God I would make known my love, 1365|"Through the blind years that are for ever pending, 1365|"With the voice of all the ages in its bidding,-- 1365|"Give me her! I do not know 1365|What the life unto my heart may hold, 1365|"But I know that it shall have within it 1365|Only the life, and God's love, and love of Him, 1365|And the infinite praise and beauty of all space, 1365|And the infinite power of all light and life and love!" 1365|But he, like a poet that sings alone, 1365|He heard her; and, with his eyes half-closed, 1365|He sat a-dreaming, with his eyes, I say, 1365|Shut for a season, till her voice again 1365|Sang, and his whole soul, a-fierce, like her, 1365|Throbbed and rejoiced and thrilled and thrilled again! 1365|And it was she! My love is she! Now, now, 1365|The song is over! The song is done, 1365|Her lips, once trembling, tremble, too! 1365|The song is ended. Let ======================================== SAMPLE 2120 ======================================== 19385|The blithe wi' your lassies, 19385|I 'm like to be 'neath the green shaw. 19385|How long shall I be pausing, 19385|To bid your gude welcome, 19385|While you bid me welcome? 19385|How long shall I be pausing, 19385|To bid your gude welcome, 19385|When we 're pausing, 19385|To bid your gude welcome? 19385|Thou lave'st me a weary lot, 19385|And cruel a' the while, I trow; 19385|But now's the time for me to arm 19385|For when 's my welcome, throu'ther. 19385|Thy bairn 's the lad that was lost; 19385|My bairn lies in manger cold; 19385|My bairn bears a mother's name! 19385|The wretch that takes my bairn bears, 19385|My bairn bears the name of Mary. 19385|I wish you no mair in the night 19385|Ye 'll waste on your folly down, 19385|And, weary at the worst, it is true, 19385|My bairn is aye nane o' the wiles. 19385|Thou luv'st the lad that is lost; 19385|Thy bairn bears the name of Mary! 19385|Thou hast lost a bonnie face, 19385|Where is the spotless hand, 19385|Where is the charm of womanly grace, 19385|And where the kind and the sweet? 19385|What is the hand that 'neath the daisies smiled, 19385|Where is the face that was the bonnie bonniest, 19385|That 's been my bonnie bonniest? 19385|'Twas when the daisies open' shone, 19385|That I took the first kiss on the bonny bonny, 19385|An' that's my bonnie bonny. 19385|The daffodils in charms are gay, 19385|The peacocks don their flying gear; 19385|O that the summer they might know, 19385|They 're a' as welcome to me. 19385|But they 're wont to be gentle maids, 19385|Their smiles to me are sweet and blue; 19385|An' if they be but half as fair 19385|As aught on earth beside can be, 19385|They 've no more worth to me. 19385|The lark's wild sounds are sweet to me, 19385|That oft were heard on summer bowers; 19385|I never heard him before, 19385|Nor will at morning, noon, and night; 19385|For he is but seldom dear, 19385|When morning comes I 'll be forgot. 19385|The lark, I love to hear him sing, 19385|It soothes my heart that 's like to sing; 19385|Oh! he has been an inmate dear 19385|My bosom all this weary time; 19385|He has been long in my view and sung 19385|The song all summer that's sung; 19385|Yet I sing no more at morning and noon, 19385|And I 'll be forgot. 19385|The sun is so bright, and the birds so gay, 19385|I wish each night could last all the year; 19385|Yet for summer's pleasure all the summer's long 19385|I wish I knew a kiss like hersel'. 19385|I long to touch her golden tresses down, 19385|Though by their beauty I 've entwined them, 19385|And when I look in the mirror, I swear 19385|I should love them both for the same. 19385|For I never look in the mirror in vain 19385|To know that her eyes are as blue as heaven, 19385|And the smile that they wear is as gay as angels' 19385|And they never wear smiles till they kiss. 19385|"She is so fair and I love her so dearly." 19385|The fair Dame is the pride and the light 19385|Of her high, stately, and noble land; 19385|I cannot but think how the wail of the war 19385|Would echo in her dark and handsome tower. 19385 ======================================== SAMPLE 2130 ======================================== 8792|So much the more that we the more are known 8792|Through thee, for to this height thou conducest." 8792|Thus with soft address, and such dispatch 8792|Of matters, as might suggest a friend 8792|Mutual, we now had left him, pressing on 8792|Along the narrow space, when thus the sage 8792|Made trial of our speed. "So passeth one, 8792|Two take we, and one needs must thumb them both. 8792|One must run through the Kossoian wilderness 8792|To see the Kossoian, one must wander through 8792|The Sionian vales and Sionian meads. 8792|Even so one half our body must be seen 8792|In one short space. But who art thou, that speakest 8792|In words that sting so far as sense doth fold? 8792|Go thy way; and in the Kossoian see 8792|What grief my bosom doth utter here. 8792|Take we then such for thy companion, such 8792|As best becomes thee, loosing thine own skin 8792|In th' embrace. If he comes nigh us, and 8792|Our leader, Mark, art seeming suddenly 8792|To pass us, to Autonas his ire fill'd; 8792|And thence if Soldan Polites molested, 8792|We to Galan Simply replied, 'Turn, 8792|And run not there;' and he was goodly nam'd 8792|Then, who epitomies the founder of 8792|The house that pitying Pan is outwardly." 8792|So saying, on we came, and bent our steps 8792|To where the people's steps areate the ground. 8792|HIS limbs in haste to help us Mincius fell, 8792|But in us quickly added more buoyancy. 8792|Not unseen of him our gentle father plac'd 8792|Within our view, and uttering calliope 8792|To him with speed all placéd words he uttak'd. 8792|When we were mov'd towards him with affright 8792|My Guide and I, he thus with tidings suade 8792|ScARCE BOOK-MEN DISCERNE: "Now, son! set off; and whither 8792|Run if thou wish to go, up the high road, 8792|Which to the sight of man is unreached." 8792|So spake our youthful FPID; to him I spake. 8792|He in part provided succour, and in part 8792|Addrest, as pleas'd him, day by day, that folk 8792|Should not o'ertake us, saying, that among them 8792|He should go on WITHOUT OBJECTION. 8792|Now he withdrew us to a place secure, 8792|Where neither heat nor cold pervade, but so 8792|Inviter'n that at no distance meet we. 8792|Now on we journey'd through the night, with mind 8792|On just observance to all living things, 8792|Measuring our hoofs with constant pencilled planks. 8792|The wheels with waxen nails upon the road 8792|Trac'd, measuring, and color'd likewise we; 8792|Nor was this work unappeaseingly toil'd. 8792|On the third dawn, as we were walking, hearsay 8792|Came to us, with ingratiCed report, 8792|That two of our company have transverse been 8792|From Natridge to the Cape of Good Hope. 8792|To him-wards we pass'd; for to him were known 8792|All who transverse have hazarded to ascend. 8792|To him-ward we then tack'd, and clamor'd loud 8792|That all who transverse have harassed should know 8792|Our future track; and, in his own keeping, 8792|Him-ward we wound. His tidings to our hearts 8792|Befit, well becalm'd our evils. Then each 8792|Pour'd forth the fervid tear, and each emblem 8792|Cannibalised of his woe. Sourly we part 8792|(I however, as a curb salutary, 8792|Lest spilling of the secret should envy) ======================================== SAMPLE 2140 ======================================== May he never reach the great King's head, 1304|By night or day, 1304|For he is but a little child.' 1304|And the King spake, 'Yea, I have made him mine, 1304|And he shall not return again.' 1304|And the King looked in his face, and saw 1304|The little one trembling and sad, 1304|And his tears brimmed up with melted hair 1304|And the grief of his heart was broken, 1304|And a smile was in his sad eyes. 1304|Then said the King, 'I shall reward the one 1304|Thy joy with another's grief; 1304|For my own joy, it was more than I 1304|Or any other could have; 1304|And my own grief shall be the woe 1304|Of the little one I have lost.' 1304|And the King's smile was full of glad cold joy 1304|As his hand upon his heart he laid; 1304|And he mused like a stricken houseless man, 1304|'And is there not in my realm a King?' 1304|The King sat by the royal steed; 1304|His face was pale, and blood was in his face, 1304|And he said, 'Now now, my child, is it you, 1304|How, under the greenwood tree, hath the King 1304|Seemed to forsake him? 1304|'Ah that he wold return to me! 1304|And set me free again! 1304|But he will never come. 1304|'And the steed sits silent at the window, 1304|Yet seems to say there is no King 1304|And no King's cry of grief. 1304|My King is dead: 1304|He is not dead in the greenwood tree, 1304|But dead on the greenwood tree.' 1304|And the King's child was quiet at her King; 1304|And the steed sat silent for her sake 1304|That she might rest her heavy head 1304|In the cool greenwood shade. 1304|'The steed will never come: 1304|He has gone through death's dread noon 1304|To the dark land of death and woe.' 1304|She bowed her head as she sat at play, 1304|Her child's heart was in her breast: 1304|Her child's heart was in her breast: 1304|And she wept, and said she should be comforted, 1304|And the child wept, and wept to know 1304|The cruel thing was near. 1304|'Thou shouldst have died, my little one, to-night, 1304|And left him at the greenwood tree; 1304|And he would have cried to die: 1304|Ah, no! the cruel thing is past; 1304|Thou canst not come again!' 1304|WHEN I was on the Home returning, 1304|I heard the cry of a wandering child; 1304|It was like water that murmurs beneath, 1304|And it sobbed like Aurora from the sea: 1304|But when it came unto the holy feet, 1304|And raised its little hands to the sky, 1304|I cried, 'O blessed thing, O sacred Star, 1304|O lovely beacon, my God!' 1304|And I saw her, and her little feet 1304|Nestled in the rose-wreathed grass, 1304|And a hand was on her shoulder--and she 1304|Pushed not back with a cry of 'Mother!' 1304|For all her little hands were cold. 1304|THE old woman who lives in the shade 1304|With the cactus-leaves is beautiful; 1304|And for the eyes that once wept so 1304|She will tell us a tale of woe 1304|Some day in the West Country. 1304|O'ER what sea and barren rock, 1304|By what dreary road, 1304|By what country man 1304|Has come a little boy 1304|With gentle words, and kisses fair? 1304|Under what roof 1304|Has come that child of grace, 1304|With sunny hair, and smiling face? 1304|It is so very long-- 1304|So very fair-- ======================================== SAMPLE 2150 ======================================== 21003|We had been too dear a friend to lose; 21003|But as I lay in my last grave, 21003|It seemed as if I could not be. 21003|If in my sleep I heard the fall 21003|Of footsteps to and fro so near-- 21003|How could I stay?--no sound it made, 21003|I lay so wide awake for a space. 21003|And the last sound that was heard or heard 21003|I only vaguely could distinguish 21003|As, with my hand in mine, I shook 21003|Of the last corse of the one I loved, 21003|Then turned mine eyes to the distant scene, 21003|And thought, 'Oh, God! it cannot be long.' 21003|"But all that was done, and the last word 21003|I spoke was the word to forget, 21003|And I felt that my body had 21003|Never, since its loathing began, 21003|Owned more profoundness of happiness. 21003|"What, did I say, was done? Well, yes; 21003|But, in that moment of doubt and fear, 21003|I knew the whole course of life would be 21003|With our three children--two of us--dead. 21003|"My faith was unshaken, my hope high, 21003|I never lost my own heart the while; 21003|And it seemed very certain with God 21003|That I might live, they both were mine. 21003|"But then the death that all but broke 21003|Their mother came to my side just then 21003|She prayed for me with all her might. 21003|No one else had left the house but I, 21003|But then she cried, 'My mother, be strong-- 21003|'Take me, oh, take me in thine arms, 21003|'Take me, and keep me and love me still! 21003|'Oh love me, take me, take me now!' 21003|The night came down. Oh, I did not know 21003|I had so much life in me that night. 21003|"And then when the last of their play came 21003|And I had turned a long pale pale pale, 21003|She spoke with all her might, 'Come back, 21003|My child, come back!' and she did. 21003|I could have cried 'Where are they, father? 21003|'They were all for me, at least-- 21003|They'd give me all I wanted then; 21003|'What's so good, then, my mother? 21003|'Why, they've only left me these clothes; 21003|My mother and sister's gone away; 21003|My brother and my father too. 21003|'"Ah, God! how would my life 21003|Be all upside down--like a house! 21003|The very worst I could have feared!" 21003|'I thought my life would break at last, 21003|But, in truth, my heart was so light 21003|That love was a strong strong arm, 21003|And all the while that they had been dead 21003|I had no cause for a tear.' 21003|"The time is up; no more can be-- 21003|I am going away. 21003|I'll take my cross to the river-side, 21003|And I will stand upon the beach 21003|And I will kiss my Mary, my love! 21003|I will come back when the cold rain drops, 21003|And at night when the light sleet whips 21003|Come in on the road; and then I know 21003|I shall see you always, and be glad!" 21003|"The sun shall climb the distant height 21003|Where the old ships sail to fight again; 21003|But now as I stand at the last 21003|That I saw you I feel that I see 21003|The sun again shine on the sea, 21003|Where never ships sail in the dark-- 21003|They are coming back to the dark." 21003|"But, my boy, how will it be like home, 21003|When we are far from the light and sea, 21003|And we hear no more of the ships that sail 21003|To fight, and the fighting always there? 21003|Oh, what will Mary think of ======================================== SAMPLE 2160 ======================================== 27333|What's a mother's heart to us?--we have done with it in a breath, 27333|For we never were taught to love, for we're not taught now to love. 27333|No, we will be content with a little love and then pass on. 27333|And we are not going to leave you--we will never leave you. 27333|We'll talk and chatter and play at the play that we're having 27333|All at the farm house and on the lawn, at the river and the 27333|fenced house where the water's cool, where the grass is thick and 27333|frequent--and where the hay is always coming with the 27333|breast-end in a pile. 27333|We will go to the store together, and we will laugh and 27333|feign to pity each other as we cheat and jest, and we'll 27333|greet and make a play with the mirror and the picture on the 27333|speaker, and the voice of John Smith, and the song that is 27333|going on under our breath. 27333|And the children will come to the door when day breaks, and they 27333|will laugh and prattle and boggle and blunder and chatter and 27333|blaspheme us, and we'll all lie in a huddle and stare and 27333|greet ourselves as out of hearing or sight. 27333|But a year from now, long, long ago, at the turn of the 27333|year, we'll both be gone from the farm and the children will be 27333|alone, and we'll hear her calling us under our breath, and we 27333|will know that she is not here. 27333|And we'll talk and chatter and play at the play that we're 27333|having, and we'll never come back to the old farm house, 27333|but we'll always be together in the house, through its 27333|long black years of forgetfulness and sorrow, through its 27333|long white joy. 27333|We'll sit in the fire-light and hold hands on the hearth and 27333|laugh and prattle at each other in the darkness, and we 27333|all know it--but we'll remember each other, and we'll 27333|never forget! 27336|_All rights reserved._ 27336|_I would like to thank the late Professor J.F.A. for permission to 27336|use the picture of "The Three Little Pigs," 27336|and for the use of the text, "Hippolytus and the Twelve 27336|Little Pigs," published in 1899, which I have had the honor of 27336|regarding in my work. 27336|_All rights reserved_ 27336|I had been busy with an essay to be presented at the Society's 27336|In the summer of 1888, while in private practice I took special 27336|It is important to know the rules in every case, because in the very 27336|_All rights reserved_ 27336|The first line is essential. Do not use the punctuation or case 27336|unfortunately to be broken. The following lines are also 27336|_All rights reserved_ 27336|_The Author reserves the copyright to his own work to_ 27336|_Illustrated with aillustrative type._ 27336|"In this beautiful volume you will find an invaluable contribution to 27336|contemporary poetry."--_Sunday Journal_. 27336|"This is an invaluable addition to our store."--_Christian Century._ 27336|_Here are explanations of the rules and practices of the game._ 27336|I have a secret to tell you, dear; 27336|One that I do not wish to tell to you; 27336|Dear, I am proud to tell it to you. 27336|I know that to tell it to you would be wrong, 27336|For I have learned it all my life. 27336|And I would rather tell it to you, dear, 27336|Than tell it to myself alone. 27336|I have a secret to tell you, dear, 27336|And it is not going to sound well; 27336|And I would rather tell it to you, dear 27336|Than tell you to myself alone. 27336|That secret that you have kept so well, 27336|I would be glad to tell you to you 27336|If I can help it, or you ======================================== SAMPLE 2170 ======================================== 8187|"If you do not come, your friends and I will go, 8187|"And bury in the woods my body." 8187|The sad-eyed maiden, now, 8187|Look'd pale as any ghost, 8187|And thus answered in despair, 8187|As at the word she said, 8187|That last and solemn word--"No!"-- 8187|That word her mind so tortured, 8187|That last and solemn word--"No!" 8187|The maiden said--but still, 8187|'Twas silent in the grave-- 8187|And if such breath e'er stirred there, 8187|'Twas as if there floated never, 8187|An air of melancholy, 8187|To say the worst--"No!"--"No!" 8187|"That night I slept on a bank 8187|"Of the hill of Moab, whose summit, 8187|"When the night-glimmering moon 8187|"Hung far behind, and the sun 8187|"Made the light that fell from heaven 8187|"Tinged his mantle of stars so bright, 8187|"That every moon and star 8187|"Seemed a ray enlacing each 8187|"From thy dark, dark robes' shade, 8187|"To the gleaming robe that he wore, 8187|"And mingled, mingling all: 8187|"And he glittered there, by the fire, 8187|"When I lay close at his side, 8187|"While he spoke but the words _one_-- 8187|"When he spoke but the words _one_-- 8187|"Oh, what is a _message_ then? 8187|"What is my _last_--my "one last_-- 8187|"If you will be my last, my sweet, 8187|"My 'FATHER, 'fATHER,' trust me 8187|"When I am buried in weeds 8187|"Of yesterday 's with thee, 8187|"What is _me_, the soul of me? 8187|"All of the days, each and all, 8187|"That since my life began 8187|"Had they together been turned 8187|"One moment into one? 8187|"The _one_ day was my night, 8187|"My morning was my morn; 8187|"The _morrow_ shall be, mine, too, 8187|"The _right_ day for my _night_ here. 8187|"Then come, my _FATHER_, let us fly 8187|"To the _right_ day, and thus we shall 8187|"See, love, how this moon's bright rays 8187|"Are blended, on each separate tide, 8187|"All in the moon, and each in thee!" 8187|As thus she spoke, the moon was seen 8187|'Mongst those stars like glancing rays, 8187|And the maiden with her lips, all rosy, 8187|Felt the warm light pour from those orbs divine. 8187|But when the moon beheld that smile 8187|On that fair face _on whom_ she gazed, 8187|Then, when no answer seemed to fall, 8187|She said, "A kiss is all I prove." 8187|When the kiss was done, 'twas known, 8187|As the maiden took her _right_ way, 8187|She saw no moon among the stars 8187|So warm as shone on her face, 8187|And sighed till she could feel her heart 8187|Burst into a thousand pieces. 8187|And saying thus, she gave a kiss-- 8187|"No, no, like _three_, oh, that is _one_! 8187|"Come _one_, _one_, like the moon I pray, 8187|"And tell, a kiss is all I owe!" 8187|And soon as that kiss came upon 8187|Her brow the moon was lit the brighter; 8187|And still as the moon rose o'er her face 8187|Its beams into her eyes were given. 8187|And now the _fondling_--her name 8187|Dissimulated from young to old, 8187|As from the _blessed children_ all, 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 2180 ======================================== 8187|"For _he_," she waltzed in a lovely way. 8187|And then with a look of _meek_ mirth-- 8187|She could not help but look at him, 8187|And ask him, did he look as sweet 8187|As sweet her own lips, when met, she knew, 8187|"For _he wasn't_," said she;--"and so, 8187|"I'm sure he won't be so-so," said he, 8187|"For _you_ are not so-so--but _I_ 8187|I'll have all round you ever I can." 8187|Thus, in the summer time,--so dear 8187|To all this fair flower of girls-- 8187|They met as lovers; and her name 8187|Was Rachel; and his was George, 8187|His youngest son, and the darling 8187|Of his soul: while, though his birth no hint 8187|Had we to fear, George was--a thief! 8187|His father was as wise as he, 8187|As beautiful as he was true; 8187|They lived in ease and luxury, 8187|And left no love to their mother, 8187|And every day, with the brightest gem 8187|Of their youth shining in sight, 8187|This sweetest, sweetest of young maids 8187|Was given in wedlock, this little child 8187|Had been born to the man who steals. 8187|With a smile on love and truth grown true, 8187|They loved one another from the day 8187|When, thro' life's busy world and strife, 8187|Their heart was torn and their soul had sown 8187|In a sad, sweet, innocent strife 8187|As two sweet souls had kissed, and died. 8187|And now his father had no wealth; 8187|His heart was tender and true, 8187|Nor his own strength could serve him to the fray 8187|Or keep him safe on the field where he stood, 8187|Or defend him from the foeman or foe. 8187|Yet, tho' poor, he gave his heart and soul 8187|To the love-sick girl's best beloved-- 8187|And oftentimes he strove, with all his might, 8187|With her hopes to hold them as his own;-- 8187|And when the proudest and proudest in arms, 8187|And though young, seemed most like a dream come true, 8187|His very heart could tell their worth, 8187|And cry, "'Tis worth the while." 8187|Thus, all the summer long, the pair, 8187|As the light of love shines forth at night, 8187|Would play about in a fairy-haunted way, 8187|And talk and smile and rove and drink and eat, 8187|And watch the stars when stars rise early, 8187|And talk and smile and drink and eat, 8187|And watch the stars when they rise early. 8187|And when the night was almost gone, 8187|And evening came to stay their feet, 8187|As happy, so richly blest, 8187|As the sun's rose glitters now. 8187|Oh! 'twas a time sublime! 8187|Tho' the moonlight's golden glory 8187|Had not been turned into splendor, 8187|Of this love-sick world of ours. 8187|For, thro' each thought was a spark 8187|Of the heaven-scented musk, 8187|Of this world above, where a kiss 8187|Is but a thousandth of that! 8187|Such a time was there, all night, 8187|When the heart had visions bright, 8187|Of hearts as pure as love's own birth, 8187|Of hearts as true as love's own skies. 8187|And the young girl, who knew her youth, 8187|With the warm smile that knew her age, 8187|Would talk to herself over wine, 8187|While this young love's eyes like rainbows 8187|Of their heaven, and his youth, like flowers, 8187|Of his heart were peeping round. 8187|Then to the hearth beneath his tree 8187|She would whisper sweet dreams to him,-- 8187| ======================================== SAMPLE 2190 ======================================== 19226|As I lay awake, I saw 19226|Loud laughter in the roof-- 19226|Pleasant words, good-night; 19226|Glad voices, but with tears 19226|Deep in the eyes and brows; 19226|Bold words of longing; 19226|And a sigh!--and I know 19226|That she thought to see 19226|When she opened the door. 19226|The night is past as he can tell-- 19226|And the clouds that were white 19226|As he stood to behold 19226|Are burned to red with the red death-fire 19226|Which has fallen on every shore. 19226|And the stars are gone, the stars, 19226|And the moon is hidden in space, 19226|And every hill is in the grey, 19226|And winds have died, and the grey grass dies, 19226|And men are silent, and silent dead, 19226|And men cannot talk! 19226|Men cannot talk! 19226|And what do you think of their eyes, 19226|Their dark eyes? 19226|How they glistened and gleamed! 19226|Their faint heart! 19226|How they came down upon you like rain, 19226|And how they have been there ever since 19226|Though you have been weeping, I do not tell! 19226|But the world is quiet, and still, and still, 19226|And there is never a voice 19226|From the light you knew 19226|Through the silence which lies to your ear 19226|E'er like the music that's heard no more! 19226|The sea will lie as deep as when it was first seen 19226|O 19226|O sea! it is past the foam, the drift, 19226|The spray, and the wave, and the shore; 19226|But it is not dead! 19226|And its light shines over the grave, 19226|As it shone on your face, 19226|And its silent waves are heard 19226|Still by the shore, on the sea. 19226|What is it that is lying there, 19226|As though it had only stood? 19226|Is it the old, old, old man 19226|Whom you watched at the fore! 19226|Or is it a young girl 19226|That you used to watch 19226|When the wind blew from her right 19226|And the waves were cold as stone? 19226|"And what," said the grey sea wind, 19226|"Do you think the old man's dead?" 19226|And the waves rose high, and the wind sighed low, 19226|And the tide came in and went out again, 19226|But there's not a breath, 19226|And the grey sea wind 19226|Never lingered on the shore, 19226|And never a voice was heard 19226|For the cry "Ah!" 19226|And a silence fell on the sea, 19226|And a shadow stood on the sands, 19226|As they saw the grey sea wave 19226|Lay silent down; 19226|Then a voice from out the depths 19226|Came out of the depths-- 19226|"And what do they think of it all, pray, 19226|When the sea is so silent now?" 19226|And a voice from out the waves 19226|Came out of the waves-- 19226|"And in spite of all, there is a light 19226|From the light that is shed, 19226|For the sea will lie down deep 19226|Until the world be grey" 19226|And in spite of all, 19226|The sun will shine out on the sea, 19226|That lies silent and still, 19226|For the sun will go out on the sea, 19226|In spite of all its noise. 19226|And a voice from out the wave 19226|Came out of the wave-- 19226|"And ah, what do they think of it all, pray?" 19226|And the sea lay flat, 19226|And a voice from out the wave 19226|Came out of the wave-- 19226|"And the world is dark and empty, and bare, 19226|And the sunlit sea 19226|Is a waste to-day, 19226|And the grey sea ======================================== SAMPLE 2200 ======================================== 1287|The old man's heart-strings tingled in his breast, 1287|"And who art thou, that speakest to me? 1287|Tell me what it is I fear!" 1287|The youth of fair Ausonia! 1287|'Tis the youth of fair Ausonia, 1287|Who the fairest maiden fair hath wove; 1287|Her voice has struck the maiden's soul. 1287|"O love, the maiden's song, 1287|In what fair shape thou standest? 1287|With thy fair arms folded, 1287|What shapes are those in arms' while 1287|Thou wavest round the maiden's waist? 1287|Whose are those actions, 1287|Those actions of thy hand? 1287|What are those actions, 1287|And what actions themselves?" 1287|The maiden's spirit stood still, 1287|Her hand the maiden's soft bosom felt, 1287|As o'er it her spirit moved. 1287|And thus she spoke: 1287|"From henceforth, 1287|And ever, 1287|From henceforth, no longer wilt thou lie for me! 1287|I'm the maiden, O mine own, 1287|Whom thou lov'st with love's lightest breath, 1287|Thyself with fire is glowing! 1287|For thy good deeds I'll ever love thee still, 1287|Thou art mine! and so shall be mine! 1287|For my love's sake, 1287|Come hither, 1287|And leave thy palace to a maid of mine, 1287|The daughter of a king divine, 1287|And to my will obey, and I'se be thine. 1287|"Come hither, 1287|And hide 1287|In yonder forest, 1287|Whatso e'er thou doest, 1287|So 'twill ne'er disturb 1287|Our bliss in the sky, 1287|And ruin the maiden's heart, 1287|And spoil the maiden's flower. 1287|Come hither, 1287|And thou shalt think 1287|The night is fair, and the day is good. 1287|Why does love, in darkness and in sleep, 1287|Move about them like the light of morn? 1287|And whence, ah! why why can love move so fast? 1287|Why does it ever leave a widow's heart? 1287|When, in this dark night, it shall arise 1287|And come to its mistress' side again. 1287|Oh, why does this wild nymph her love delay, 1287|While she stands motionless and helpless here? 1287|For she, alas! in dark solitude, 1287|Is not loved, she is not loved at all! 1287|"The youth who once my love may hear 1287|Alike in the forest dwells, 1287|For whose fair form, through mine ear, 1287|In a thousand forms I hear. 1287|And with the sound he turns his head, 1287|All drenched in dew lies his lip, 1287|Like a spring from the meadows rolled, 1287|His locks his wrath, love, or dread. 1287|In one he'll lie, in another, 1287|And for a third will be lost. 1287|Who with a single kiss will win 1287|My heart, my soul, and all above? 1287|"Ah, what a noise there is in Thetis' meadow, 1287|When the cows are all on the wing, 1287|And a flock is gathering in Thetis' meadow, 1287|And a flock is gathering there. 1287|I heard, I heard--but with awe, 1287|I cannot perceive what might I see; 1287|'Tis not a herd, or a flock, 1287|That I heard, at the meadow's verge. 1287|"He, in the meadows, is lying, 1287|And he, beneath the sky, 1287|Is a young girl, with a bird by her, 1287|Whom I never have seen heretofore! 1287|Oft of one I've heard it say, 1287|'We love, we love, we both love so.' 1287|In yonder meadow ======================================== SAMPLE 2210 ======================================== 19385|Away the auld grey mare with her load of grief, 19385|And braid her loose kerchiefs to the wind; 19385|The sinner, on the brink of heaven, who made 19385|The wan-cheek'd frown that frown'd upon her face-- 19385|With a soft smile she smiled on him, and said-- 19385|'I'll not be blamed! I'll not be blamed! 19385|Alas! how I did sin! 19385|Alas! I canna think 19385|That sinners can be cursed, 19385|Nor that God's curse could be 19385|So light on _you_, thou vile, 19385|And such as you, to _mine_ would be. 19385|But you, it seems, have lost your way; 19385|And, oh! for my poor mare's pain, 19385|I'll bear you home the way you came; 19385|My curse upon your head is made-- 19385|I will never, never, never speak 19385|That curse again on _you_ for ever. 19385|And though you take me to the waste, 19385|And cast me down upon the sward, 19385|No curse on me can be laid-- 19385|I wot 'tis well enough, I wot 19385|'Twas your fault you made me curse that mare.' 19385|"Awa! ye hills, and mountains, and sands, 19385|And dales, and caverns of the heart, 19385|That lie between the earth and heaven, 19385|Are but a glassy, empty bowl, 19385|Where Life, when she once has had her fill 19385|Of waking, can but dream and toil 19385|About that empty breast of hers. 19385|She'll come again in spring-time, when 19385|The green is blushing, the heart is furled 19385|With roses of rapture and delight; 19385|And in the hour of midnight white 19385|She will come with her golden sun, 19385|Whose lovely face is a morning's mirror, 19385|In whose light her rose-hair'd maids 19385|May, as in love's rapture-wreaths, behold 19385|"And when she comes the way of spring 19385|Is a long, long path that crumbles down 19385|And leaves no trace behind, 19385|Only old autumn's withering rime, 19385|And autumn's winds of winter wither'd, 19385|And the last drops have still'd the fountain. 19385|"And when she comes the way of sweet, 19385|The last gleam is of her blue eyes, 19385|And the last sound is her sweet laugh. 19385|And the last memory the old mare 19385|Of the days of her youth will recall, 19385|And say--'The way goes up, the way goes down 19385|But the hours that I have wasted on it 19385|Have not led me any farther than it,-- 19385|But I've seen a great many mares, I am told, 19385|Dry-head'd for life, and dying in the dark.' 19385|"And when she comes the time of peace, 19385|It is a long road in a dusty land, 19385|Where oft, in summer, I have missed 19385|The scent of rose upon the tree; 19385|And oft, in autumn, the white cloud 19385|Has hung 'mid snow, and sometimes hung 19385|Hanging a horse's head, white and white, 19385|Or hung a pike's head, white and gray, 19385|To hold my shawl, if it should break. 19385|"And when she lies beneath the shade, 19385|Where once my trotting horse has stood, 19385|It is a long road in a dusty land, 19385|Where oft I've been slow, and cursed him 19385|Because he trot'd behind me, fast. 19385|And there, where many a dusty stage 19385|Of glory waits its monarch's feet, 19385|My queen's grey mare lies, half grey, 19385|And white against the air. 19385|"And when she lies that I may see 19385|The last and last last farewell ======================================== SAMPLE 2220 ======================================== 8795|Heard not. So the light, that came from above, 8795|Retained its own shape and image, even as he, 8795|Even as thou art, still liveth in thy looks. 8795|And if the love of others make thee grieve, 8795|Or else the not matching of thy wealth, 8795|Me thinketh few will fail to see the cause, 8795|And why: for behold the covetous, who 8795|Control themselves more zealous than the rest, 8795|Have much the greater number, thus the scale 8795|Of happinesse weighs in Dante's favor. 8795|"What reason here aprehendeth not?" 8795|Began the bard, bowing reverentially. 8795|And he reproved them not, that seem'd offended, 8795|And bade me declare what next behooves. 8795|The city, that vast mass at a distance 8795|Looks, like a cloudy scene before a flame, 8795|And from afar it seems to me like cloud 8795|Beneath a clear sky: then as the sanguine stream 8795|Forth issuing, shows the multiplicity 8795|And all the minend of its transgression, 8795|So down it fell, by its own force provoked, 8795|At th' other side, towards the rivulets, 8795|That from the sea take their current for a road. 8795|Thomonz! pity him, who thy petition 8795|Defraudes! and spare those drops of precious blood, 8795|That, flowing but from elders, puissant men, 8795|That day should certainly be shed on Lart, 8795|And on Famagosta, and on Verde, and 8795|On every Harz. O love and mercy! now 8795|Is there no tripartite mercifulness, 8795|No just exchange of argument, since wrong 8795|Swells in the church? Ye sons of Dasa, say, 8795|Who in your church ye martial, and who in none, 8795|Save he who heads it, are ignorant and blind, 8795|Supposing that your great father Origilla, 8795|Your very echo, and yourself so much 8795|His mirror, vouchsafe to answer for yourselves. 8795|Your custom is, to abstain from Christian kind, 8795|And to respect the sects; and therefore ye, 8795|Baptiz'd, stand in good prospect of decease, 8795|If ye propound no novelty in the faith, 8795|New, and of such force, as must disperse quickly, 8795|Like the pollen of that olive kinded by fire. 8795|I then, who Lupo am, ye neighborhood 8795|Of Milan, pass'd by with little prayer, 8795|Musing to Harpetta, where I late 8795|Avoid'd surmisings, and gave devout thanks 8795|That hope is yet alive; I thinking, more 8795|To test the relique of my master's spirit, 8795|Then to attend you. But when I arrived 8795|At the great door, whose threshold is beholden 8795|Most, if not all, spiritual, I beheld 8795|On either side with eyes of amazement, 8795|Six solemn forms; and these with gestures fierce 8795|Expressed dissent, as from a stander-by. 8795|Before me saw I, on the dashed snow, 8795|A tribe, who wearied out both man and steed. 8795|In front, an aged man, with shrunken lip, 8795|On pricking steed reclin'd; beneath, a boy 8795|Fix'd to the rein; behind him, with the nose 8795|Fix'd nose aside, and snout interdicting 8795|His breath through his long beard, so grim and huge, 8795|It lipped forth keener than stinging worm. 8795|At bottom of a ditch they place him in 8795|Three fathoms down: then dig a trench as deep 8795|As seven measureless gravestones. Bruised 8795|Thy neck, Oriental elephant! by the jaws 8795|Of torture hard and stubborn, must thou be 8795|Smooth'd to meet better rewards: whence of thy friends 8795| ======================================== SAMPLE 2230 ======================================== 24815|_I saw, I saw_, 24815|"_We never were at a fair_"; 24815|He spoke with a low voice; 24815|'Twas not the spirit of woe: 24815|His eyes were bloodshot and dim; 24815|A look was in his eye-- 24815|A look with a devil in't, 24815|That made the whole place stir-- 24815|'Twas as if the spirits knew 24815|They gave a heart-ache fit. 24815|'Twas the devil who made him cry, 24815|The devil who laid bare his heart, 24815|A look that was a curse, 24815|That made the whole place stir-- 24815|'Twas as if the spirits felt 24815|It'd turn to a gallop-horse, 24815|When the lad looked up and smiled, 24815|That made the whole place stir-- 24815|'Twas as if the spirits knew 24815|They sent a heart-ache fit. 24815|'Twas a devil of a lad, 24815|That made the devil swear, 24815|'Twas his little hand that pressed 24815|That made the devil weep: 24815|"God bless you, father," he said, 24815|That made the devil cry; 24815|"On my soul, ye'll never know 24815|An angel without a devil!" 24815|He spoke, and to and fro 24815|He humped his little fists; 24815|He roared, and his voice was shrill, 24815|And he made the devil bow, 24815|All down his breast to the thighs, 24815|And the devil's face was grim. 24815|"'Tis devil and devil alone," 24815|The devil cried, "I"-- 24815|"Nay, you'll never see her face 24815|Because she has a devil." 24815|He cried, and in he ran, 24815|And there was nought of that there; 24815|The devil lay down, and cried, 24815|"_Your_ devil, _is_, it is!" 24815|"Thou shalt go to hell," the boy cried, 24815|"And all the devils there;" 24815|And right and left the fray 24815|Went up, in his face to the eyes, 24815|With devils' blood in their eye, 24815|And he was one for an uproar, 24815|And then he took his stand 24815|And all his friends around 24815|Ranged in an easy row, 24815|In a row upon the ground: 24815|And right and left the fray 24815|Went up, in a straight row; 24815|And a devil of a clatter, 24815|And a shout and a clatter, 24815|And all along there rose, 24815|Laughter, in the devil's eye, 24815|A fiend from hell come down! 24815|"_Let this be just the sum of her worth_. 24815|She died; she died," cried all: 24815|All laughed and quarrelled sore, 24815|From the black-masked head 24815|Of the devil on the scaffold; 24815|While each to the other said, 24815|"This is our devil, that is woman!" 24815|As the Devil's Head was laying low 24815|The head of the Devil's Woman! 24815|As if she for evermore 24815|Was in some woe to be found, 24815|Ashen and stark and death-like and awful, 24815|Shed across the earth like wither'd straw, 24815|Or like the blanchings of the sea-- 24815|So stood the skull with silent crest, 24815|As if it had been sin to show, 24815|Saying "I am I, is woman's name!" 24815|And they were right, and they were wrong, 24815|That saw the skull upon the grave, 24815|And left it there with a sigh. 24815|O, ye that have eyes to see, 24815|O, ye that have ears to hear, 24815|Listen! on yonder height, 24815|There sits a woman's skull. 24815|She is talking and speaking low, ======================================== SAMPLE 2240 ======================================== 2819|If you like your beer cold and clear, 2819|If you like your tea cold and strong, 2819|Then, friend, you have little to fear-- 2819|Your friend's beer is stronger still. 2819|If, after all, you try in vain 2819|Your first attempt at drinking, 2819|Don't lose confidence in yourself, 2819|Don't lose heart of who you are; 2819|You may be very well indeed 2819|Your first attempt at drinking, 2819|For you've only got yourself. 2819|If you don't drink much, it doesn't matter much, 2819|For you only drink what you can drink; 2819|And when the water's done, you certainly can 2819|Have it all yourself. 2819|If you try to save a frog by drowning him, 2819|Don't fret yourself, though, lest life should be thawed out; 2819|He took you kindly once, and then, he froze you, 2819|And how could you be human, if you hadn't got 2819|A little human feel for water and earth? 2819|We are as little brothers as any two are, 2819|Neither over strong nor weak; 2819|There's not a creature under the sun 2819|Can match our strength or nerve: 2819|Our pride in this is rather less than naught, 2819|For we can carry a frog all the way round.] 2819|If you are proud of your strength and of your speed, 2819|Of your head and of your heels, 2819|If in a rush you can rush like any two-galled 2819|Man and woman on earth, 2819|You will never be a man or a woman what so ever. 2819|When you are done with your little squealer race, 2819|You can go to any side with ease, 2819|Carry a frog as long as you like underneath you, 2819|Which, being so huge and heavy, you may well doubt 2819|Is carried there just to show you how you can cram.'] 2819|What would we give to have wings 2819|Or something more incredible-- 2819|A chance to fly some great flight? 2819|To fly and roam for ever 2819|And be so bold in flying 2819|So as to prove ourselves 2819|High "Ailes de nos Pilots"-- 2819|But, no! We must work and wait. 2819|We have "not nothing" in "Ailes de nos Pilots." 2819|You are quite right in the case of "Ailes de nos Pilots," 2819|That no one anywhere knows how much they mean, 2819|But that's because 2819|Nobody has seen 2819|Just how much they mean. 2819|Nobody knows 2819|Just how much they mean. 2819|I don't need no patent-leather model! 2819|I can get in my little panniers on to the tracks, 2819|and go sailing in my little panniers on to the tracks. 2819|And now, who would have me doubt that I'll live to reap 2819|whatever fortune I've taken from my poor bad boy? 2819|Who but the man who built me with his hard-earned money, 2819|and pushed on my hull, and set my sails in the cold, 2819|and brought me up on dry land when my life was as sure as 2819|a fish out of water! Nobody noticed or cared: 2819|I was always a high-and-mighty caracole. 2819|But when the waves came up and beat upon my keel, 2819|and I heard the angry laughter of the angry tide, 2819|I went on thinking, while my hull was sheltered and warm, 2819|of God who took from me that same protection, 2819|And that His promise to me was, "Now live; 2819|live and conquer! 2819|I'll give you strength to climb and cover and prevail 2819|over men!" 2819|But, no! 2819|I must work and wait, 2819|I have "not nothing" in "Ailes de nos Pilots." 2819|To-day I am going a voyage--but, tell me, friend, 2819|for whom does your "highness" offer ======================================== SAMPLE 2250 ======================================== 1365|Watched for a moment, and then left the room. 1365|THE TEMPERATURE OF THE SOUTHERN STAR 1365|THE MORAL: "The warmer are the bosoms 1365|On whose warm centre are their children nestled." 1365|IT was this which the old Oracle sung 1365|Through her lips, not in her heart: "Lo! the day 1365|Of Eden! The first of many days! For of old 1365|Eve made the firmament, a shining way 1365|To everlasting stars! And, lo! God said 1365|Let the waters run forth, and the fountains flow 1365|To all the lands, for man to use them well!" 1365|In the midst of all the tents of men they saw 1365|The Angel of the Tent approach. And He cried: 1365|"Henceforth thou shalt be changed to a water-nymph! 1365|A beauteous plant thou shalt be, and change 1365|Into a hyssop! Change me with thee! Change! 1365|Why hast thou changed me?" And the Angel answered: 1365|"Behold my love, I can but name thee thus, 1365|I can but call thee; but thou gavest me power 1365|To change my form with horns! And for my horn 1365|I gave thee leave to do so! So be thine, 1365|Thou wicked prince! and lo! it is decreed 1365|Thou shalt change into a she-wolf, and lay 1365|At her belly her unbroken heart, wherein 1365|Her hidden heart is hid; so that she bears 1365|A monstrous brood, whom she may spare to slay 1365|At will, till the appointed season come!" 1365|So the Apostle spake, and on the ground 1365|The Angel of the Tent fell down and died! 1365|And there the Angel of the Lord sat hid, 1365|All blood-guiltful, with his seven horns exposed! 1365|And the six orbs that follow Him were all 1365|In the shape of horns, and all eyes had awe 1365|When the figure and horn types were revealed. 1365|So they that saw the Prophet standing there, 1365|Up from their tent, as a herald sent, 1365|Cried, "You false idolatresses are free, 1365|Free to defile the Holy One in Heaven!" 1365|Then the Angel from his disguise withdrew, 1365|And was seen no more among them again; 1365|And there the holy Lord was buried! 1365|But his name is not forgot! For long 1365|After, through the forest and across the sands, 1365|The Lord did proclaim his awful presence there 1365|On a tree! From that hour it bears 1365|No tree within the wilderness more fair, 1365|Within the desert more abject the Lord. 1365|The man whose steps fall on the tree shall die! 1365|So do the laws of Moses command! 1365|And the Angel's horns proclaim that He shall reign 1365|Over all of the host of Heaven! And they 1365|Whose paths led unto the Holy Land 1365|Immediately ceased from their strange sin, 1365|And were changed unto the Prophets and Saints 1365|Of the Old Testament! There the Lord said: 1365|"From that hour the Promised Land shall be mine, 1365|Till all the work of the Creator, which 1365|I have made, and placed beside thee, lie 1365|Unmingled among my works; 1365|And in all of His goodness I ask no tribute, 1365|But that all things be created new, 1365|And that ye serve and use all my gifts 1365|For love of Him who gave them. And ye shall serve 1365|The Lord alone, for He has been your slave, 1365|And ye have served me well! And ye shall dwell 1365|In peace and joy forever and aye!" 1365|It was a vision of the Lord revealed 1365|At Mabel's birth, to Mary Magdalen, 1365|Who lay in her mother's arms upon the floor. 1365|It was the time when angels are most kind; 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 2260 ======================================== 1365|A dream of what our Father's love shall be! 1365|How in our days of strife and sorrow 1365|A blessed moment my soul shall see! 1365|The sun shall be streaming on my heart, 1365|When this the last of my long story, 1365|And the last cry of a new one shall fall 1365|On that empty hour in Hell and Fire! 1365|Beneath the gray old age-walls, 1365|Underneath the boles and shadows brown, 1365|Who shall read for me the sacred book? 1365|Beneath that ancient, stately wall, 1365|In the high school-yard, by that old homestead, 1365|There the ghosts of dead men read the prayers, 1365|On the heavy tomes of the old sexton's urn. 1365|And there shall the old children stand, 1365|Reading from the slow of the old preacher's text, 1365|As if their reading was a dream, 1365|Or a dream of sleep, or of death, 1365|Like some dream of sleepers, that weep 1365|'Mid life's busy, noisy scenes, 1365|While the mother's heart goes beating fast! 1365|And the men's voices all will call 1365|To that old sermon of long ago, 1365|Ere they read it; those old faces, 1365|In the crowd of grave and grave guys, 1365|All laughing, all with pleasant gaze, 1365|As the talk turns back to the boy in Calaveras! 1365|For the old pastor's grave is not like a coffin, that 1365|Is so tall that the ladder has a way to go, 1365|From the topmost stone that's on its way 1365|To the floor of the wall, to the wall below: 1365|For the topmost stone is not so high 1365|As the grave-stone above, but a place 1365|Where the children can walk and know 1365|That the church-bell may ring and God hear them! 1365|And the children know that they are safe, 1365|As each angel, hovering by the tomb, 1365|Looks over their shoulder with glad surprise, 1365|Seeing the little children pass out of the land! 1365|So the old pastor's grave is secure 1365|From the crowds that crowd around his grave, 1365|Because it is by the side of the children 1365|And is marked by an angel at the door! 1365|But the children cannot read the prayers, 1365|Which no one else can read, save only you; 1365|And the children are not given their books, 1365|They are not given when they come to read, 1365|And it galls them, even at Easter-time, 1365|To hear so rude and wild a text 1365|As the old preacher's book on the sea, 1365|With the words "Here be children, come to play!" 1365|So this church is silent, as one dazed 1365|And senseless by heat and darkness bound, 1365|Till the children look and read for you 1365|The words they cannot read, the books they cannot read. 1365|And when at night you wander up and down 1365|The empty rooms, but cannot find 1365|The letters of the sacred writs writ therein, 1365|As you searched long, you will then note 1365|Some little letters and the phrase 1365|Unto another page, of course, 1365|And some that seem to fall away 1365|In uninviting curves of speech, 1365|While you stand by your books and sigh; 1365|As you wait to hear a child's voice, 1365|You will hear a child's voice call you. 1365|"I do not know why!" said the monks. 1365|"I was not given," the monk replied, 1365|"In this way; I have gone too far, 1365|I should have spoken to you, not me. 1365|There is a power within our hearts 1365|That guides me to a higher end, 1365|A higher purpose, if I say 1365|What it is that will make clear 1365|The secret of the letter-mark!" 1365|Then one of them looked down the holy aisle 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 2270 ======================================== 5184|In the land of Suttungar, 5184|Honey dearer than the berry." 5184|Now the mother of the hero 5184|Went herself to fetch the milk-package 5184|From the honey-producing region, 5184|These the words the mother uttered 5184|As she left her home as attendant 5184|On the goad of Long Island ferrets: 5184|Hast thou, thou son of little experience, 5184|Hast thou any notion, any notion 5184|How to take the dangerous milk-package 5184|That is brought to Pohyola from Kalma, 5184|How to transport it to Pohyola? 5184|Worthy is thy mother, worthy 5184|Is thy bride, thy future life-companion; 5184|Hast thou any notion, any conception 5184|How to take the dangerous milk-package 5184|That is brought to Pohyola from Kalma? 5184|Soon there comes a time when duty calls thee 5184|To prepare the food sufficient for man, 5184|Time to train thyself to do his duties; 5184|Rightly dost prepare the food for duty, 5184|For the meal is food of greatest value; 5184|Bake the biscuits in perfect purity, 5184|Bake the curds with equal hand deliv'rance; 5184|Take the powdered milk from cows that drink, 5184|From clean stalks, that hang not down the head; 5184|Drop the curds into the hot raw milk, 5184|O'er the whole flow like running water, 5184|From the new-made whey-clean white bread crumbs, 5184|From the double trencher in the oven. 5184|Quick the measured beating of the curds 5184|Makes the pasteilute flour ready; 5184|In the folded trencher place it, 5184|Beat it well, several times, and add it 5184|To the wholesome, well-tasting barley, 5184|For the bath the hero steams the flours. 5184|Serve the sweetened barley-flakes now, 5184|Not the purest, nor the best-tasting; 5184|Place a little table before thee, 5184|Where the hero may set down his ration. 5184|When the table is occupied serving 5184|Boiled and baked the desired ration, 5184|"Boiled and roasted" here means roasted; 5184|Beans, selected from the chosen barley, 5184|In a little brown pan were roasted. 5184|Lave the roasted, boiling, barley-beef: 5184|When the meal is almost done consuming, 5184|Steeped in water, it is steaming, 5184|In a hot white bread-crust that's steaming 5184|On the table near the villager. 5184|Now my brave son, thy task is filling, 5184|As thy duty requires the hero, 5184|To an offering of the highest worth, 5184|To the mother of thy fortune happy. 5184|Hast thou any notion, proud witch-beggar, 5184|How to swim the chilling waters, 5184|Tumble o'er the swimmers in the river, 5184|And to escape from evil geners? 5184|Many are the beauteous things that perish, 5184|Fire and flood in danger's hour of danger, 5184|Many in the battle's bludgeoning, 5184|Few against a thousand in the combat; 5184|Yet the hero-maiden swims the swiftest, 5184|In the broadest of the waters, 5184|Swimm's the rushing billows in the surface, 5184|Stops above the trembling flood-tide, 5184|Waiting for the hero's coming. 5184|Sable is the forest covering, 5184|Sable is the plain beneath him; 5184|Sable is the whirlpool filling, 5184|Sable is the forest roaring, 5184|Sable is the mountain roaring, 5184|Sable is the forest windings, 5184|Sable the blackening tree-tops, 5184|Sable the crashing waters, 5184|Sable the rushing cataract, 5184|And the Shingw ======================================== SAMPLE 2280 ======================================== A man that's a-walkin' still, 3023|And the ways of our life we not understand, 3023|And the things that through life we'll not see all his days. 3023|(Lives before the Chateau de Rivoli.) 3023|The King and the Queen they're goin' to town, 3023|By order of the Prince; 3023|For the King's to the Temple a-walkin' now, 3023|And the Queen's to Saint Pons to-morrow, too. 3023|Heaven protect us! our only comfort, 3023|The King, with all his train! 3023|Hastens with them all your joyous company. 3023|In the King's stead, and you'll have your rest. 3023|Hast thou not heard that he who once was your Lord 3023|Will in another season be your foe? 3023|My Lord, I hope to be duly received, 3023|And to bear you, if you'll, many a loyal hand; 3023|My God, I pray in His mercy show mercy! 3023|And that you may grow more connatural, 3023|He'll be here all the day and night. 3023|(A CHURCHMAN enters.) 3023|Who comes to pray? 3023|Bishop of Jerusalem! 3023|We come to praise our God, and to adore His fame, 3023|Who in long peace has heard us, though we ne'er could hear. 3023|And have you the keys, therefore, of the shrine? 3023|I have them; and, besides the Sabbath prayer, 3023|I'll leave Thy service in their charge; 3023|A service, indeed, so pleasing and so sweet, 3023|So full of grace and charity, 3023|That, with our whole hearts and soul we beseech Thee, 3023|O Mother-Goddess of our age, 3023|Our God, on whose great brow looks down on those below, 3023|That never yet his love could read, 3023|That, when the Sabbath-day is nigh, 3023|Thou dost not heed his voice, 3023|Nor care for any other one, 3023|Save him, who with his hand hath made the soil fertile. 3023|To whom the Holy Virgin's daughter. 3023|Hail! I come, good Saint! 3023|'Tis meet I come with you. 3023|Now give I ear! 3023|What are you coming to do there? 3023|To lay your holy hands 3023|In the great organ, and to strike the holy place, 3023|Where Jesus' body by the vineyard mosses green, 3023|In honour of his birth, 3023|Stands yet unbrokenly. 3023|To strike that holy spot, 3023|Which is thy own and is for ever by thy will; 3023|But to the organ, O my dear, what are you going to prove? 3023|To lay your hands most gently upon it. 3023|You know, my dear, 3023|That ever since the day you were born, 3023|The voice of God's true-speaking multitude 3023|Has in our church been mute; 3023|Yet there's a prayer for ever and ever! 3023|You know, my dear, 3023|That never since the day you were born, 3023|The voice of God's true-thieving multitude, has ceased. 3023|But to the organ, O my dear! 3023|'Tis here, my dear, 3023|That I most willingly will stand. 3023|O, can it be! 3023|For you, who know, 3023|With what a fervour you the people pray; 3023|Your power most freely you have given 3023|To strengthen the hearts of the poor. 3023|To strike the holy place, 3023|'Tis here, my dear, 3023|Where you and your people have struck their holy place. 3023|To strike the holy place, 3023|(The organ rings.) 3023|What dost thou see? 3023|The place is full! 3023|Now pray with us! 3023|Hail, holy host! 3023|'Tis she, the dear one of the Saviour's tomb! ======================================== SAMPLE 2290 ======================================== 34331|'A rose-bush and a brier red. 34331|'A rose-bud and a brier white, 34331|'To love and hold me close and fast.' 34331|(Love and hold me close and fast!) 34331|In every bird that sings, and flies, 34331|And rides on every flower that blows, 34331|There stands a rose-tree in the wood. 34331|(Love and hold me close and fast!) 34331|In every little child that lisps, 34331|And moves about, and laughs, and soeps,-- 34331|It falls a rose-tree in the wood. 34331|(Love and hold me close and fast!) 34331|In every baby that weeps, 34331|We throw the rose-tree in the stream, 34331|And watch it leaning over fast; 34331|There 's a rose in every place. 34331|(Love and hold me close and fast!) 34331|And then--as those who have been cold 34331|Take something to eat and drink-- 34331|We 've often heard the wailing breeze, 34331|And felt its chillness like a dress, 34331|And wished that we had the same. 34331|(But we can never give the same, 34331|And so we 've not been able yet, 34331|In all the years we 've been cold!) 34331|And next time you see us both so sad, 34331|Think of the roses--do not speak! 34331|So when you see our rose-tree bend, 34331|Remember that we are alive; 34331|And while we are upon the sands, 34331|Let us be near the sea! ... 34331|O'er the World and its Objects 34331|WITH a shudder of joy and a wild, enthusiastic chorus: 34331|As it came, it did not obey,-- 34331|The awful, hideous machine. 34331|A ghastly, open wreakhouse, bedabbled and brown with soot,-- 34331|The hideous wreck of a city, lost amidst the squall of its fires, 34331|Stood like a belfry of hell, tall and spattered and hoarse with alarms, 34331|Grim and distorted, gaunt and distorted with lurid embers red 34331|Gleaming,--and a dozen eyes that looked down into the squalor, 34331|Which made them creep! 34331|Till the light burned dimly in the high, black windows,-- 34331|Then they went blind again. 34331|As he passed through the great gaunt casement,-- 34331|He was like the man that built Babel; 34331|He had lifted from his loins huge iron engines, 34331|And rolled them into a pillar of steel, 34331|And piled them in front of Babel's towers-- 34331|And stood erect, 34331|A pillar of steel, towering and black with soot, 34331|A rampart of soot, 34331|Till all the smoke in the town was settled and cleared, 34331|When he turned and went over the bridge, 34331|And looked back on the water,-- 34331|As he ascended the creaking road,-- 34331|Where the water was white with the moon, 34331|And he heard the sound of the wheels of the steamer 34331|Rumble by the port. 34331|Then he crossed the ford, and he took the turnpike,-- 34331|And the road that he travelled was long and dreary, 34331|And he stopped at a tavern called "The Barber's," 34331|To drink and sup. 34331|And the man in the window looked out, 34331|With his shutters up, and his face like coals, 34331|And a shaggy beard spread over his glasses,-- 34331|He looked at him with such a look of disgust, 34331|That the barman cried, "You queer old shite, 34331|You know, I think you'll have to go." 34331|With a jerk of his head, the keeper of the tavern 34331|Brought him a seat quite near, 34331|And began to tell him of the great and little lakes, 34331|And the wondrous things that had been. 34331|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 2300 ======================================== 2732|I've been away from you, 2732|I've been away from you-- 2732|I'd ha' been to India, 2732|I've been away from you. 2732|It is now only through the night and the low light, 2732|That I may hope to gain, or to fix on the right 2732|The soul of the man who now comes to me blind, 2732|Who has the night's dark cloud over him cast. 2732|From my first boyhood I have not looked on the sky, 2732|In joy to be myself and the sun's first child; 2732|And I never was so glad when I turned in at school, 2732|To see some boy who understood and adored. 2732|He loved my book, and he loved my friends, and he loved my mother, 2732|The old woman who is all the man I know 2732|In what he has done, and how he has kept up this charade: 2732|And the old women here in the cell where I'm laid next to him 2732|May talk to you about the time when a call they received 2732|From the old man, so changed with the years, at the end of the world. 2732|And the man may say; "I always loved my old nurse's note, 2732|For the good she used to write about in her old way. 2732|We loved it when he called to the poor, who could not speak, 2732|The old way of the nurse, and the old way of the old man. 2732|And I've learned by the changes that we see in the note 2732|How beautiful old books are, and how foolish old ways are. 2732|"If you liked your nurse," he may say, "and she writes to the poor, 2732|And in her way are all kind deeds done by the old folks' hands; 2732|And you may know that she has had her day, and the world is wide, 2732|But who thinks the world's so strange, you think it's as true 2732|As our old nurse with that face where all life shines out,-- 2732|The man who is old and has grown so, I've heard it said. 2732|"I've seen so many changes in you since my boyhood's day, 2732|And you still are just the same in some moods and in ways of youth; 2732|But I'm glad that you've come back, since life used to fright you too. 2732|You came back with me to the old place, and there you were found, 2732|And the people who knew you, now all gone away, said you came 2732|That way, and the change was as pleasant as if you were not. 2732|"And if, at times, the world's dark to you at such an hour, 2732|At a change in the world, and in life, what else can you expect, 2732|But you have the old joy of life, the old man's smile of mirth, 2732|For life and you to go as they used to go of old, 2732|And the change in our friends, and the change in our land, and the change 2732|In our ways, and what else is there in the world beside, 2732|With old faces and new, and the old happy ways of youth." 2732|Then I said again "I think it was nothing but you, my boy, 2732|But if I've found anything that you have made for your mind, 2732|It is something that, in spite of the dark and the vast, 2732|Shall be strong and full of gladness, and well worth all men's breath. 2732|"But when I've seen anything," said he, "that is all I know, 2732|And you've but the old boy's way, and the old man's, that is all I see; 2732|I will say that I've thought much better of your old ways than you. 2732|"But if you had not grown like me, and lived and died as I, 2732|Or had lived longer in the day, and passed into the night, 2732|The old way of life would have left you at last, to be glad; 2732|"For the old friends of years, like the old friends of days, 2732|And the old ways of living, would all have ended in death. 2732|I think ======================================== SAMPLE 2310 ======================================== May he not see her when first 7122|'Twixt death and life again! 7122|For she, whose true, true heart-blood is the same, 7122|For whom this love her husband owns 7122|From all this strife of word and deed and blood 7122|Has gone to blanch the blushing rose, 7122|And shed its crimson on his hallowed clay! 7122|Ah! he must leave his wife, and all she said, 7122|For me to say, without her leaving home. 7122|She must go from home, he must go from view, 7122|She must be sternly truthful, nor dare 7122|On such a night look up and grieve for pain. 7122|What can I say,--I must speak,--I must say it 7122|Without her leaving home. 7122|She can but do this,--She can but do this, 7122|For he can never leave her in the room 7122|Ere I can say, "Be comforted, my dear!" 7122|And he shall never see her till I do. 7122|I'm quite afraid, dear, thus to begin, 7122|That I may bring my troubles to a head 7122|By such a sudden action. 7122|To speak so loud is the worst feeling 7122|I e'er began to speak aloud. 7122|The least I can do 7122|Is, to say,--good night! 7122|If he'll be calm-hearted, I must love him, 7122|And that I must love without the least taint. 7122|To do my duty as a Christian, 7122|Is my duty also. 7122|If he will bear true, true affection, 7122|I know that he can be so for me. 7122|To give him all that I can give 7122|Must be my whole devotion! 7122|"Good night!" said the maiden. And with this she 7122|Ran hurriedly away from the scene, 7122|While the fair lady, in a trice, was 7122|Coming toward the castle at full speed. 7122|And, oh! she could not bear to see the child 7122|To whom she the time had been allowed, 7122|But she held him very dear. In distress 7122|She wished to tell her, and she trembled, 7122|For her own feelings came in the back 7122|Of each still-speaking thought, and made her 7122|In fact in such a case as never 7122|Had ever been heard in this country; 7122|So she went back into the garden, saying, 7122|"Ah! that my children's voices were still 7122|Brought from the sky, my lovely baby! 7122|Good night!" as she passed from the place, 7122|But with the twilight was all stillness; 7122|And she turned o'er her child's eyes, and saw 7122|Her hand, which she had tenderly 7122|Made in the other little one's hand, 7122|Lay empty upon the table. That 7122|Made her such pain, with wonder now, to think 7122|Of it, as, folded close beside her, lay 7122|The empty, folded hand of her delight. 7122|Then she sobbed aloud. Oh! what a sad sight 7122|Was this for her to see those eyes so bright! 7122|"Alas!" she thought, "what woe must now ensue! 7122|If I should ever see his face again-- 7122|His face in any day--I surely would 7122|Feel both so sad and so lonely then! 7122|It would be to him, in that lonely place, 7122|Like a shock from the world thrown into this." 7122|She then, with her children's voice, thought thus, 7122|"O God! that my children's joys here were sent! 7122|That we at last might win one joy to win! 7122|Oh! how I'd pine away the days to come, 7122|To see them and take delight in their pain! 7122|"My child!" she thought, "and I would kiss thy mouth, 7122|And look upon thy face in moments like these, 7122|Even in the world, and from that comfort then 7122|Would build a future ======================================== SAMPLE 2320 ======================================== 19221|Thy gentle heart can never know 19221|The charms that lie in these, 19221|Or in the angel-breaths that stay 19221|And light those eyes in heaven! 19221|A soul of harmony, 19221|With stars and waters set, 19221|With stars and waters in a shape 19221|That glides along the ground, 19221|Comes dancing down the way 19221|By brooks and grass and grass and brooks-- 19221|Away beyond the hills, 19221|Away beyond the hills! 19221|A soul of harmony, 19221|The flowers and grassy fields between; 19221|The stars and waters seem to be 19221|Laden with beauty for her side; 19221|They seem to sigh, and sing, and flow 19221|Up the hollows of a hill-- 19221|Away beyond the hills, away-- 19221|Away beyond the hills! 19221|A soul of harmony, 19221|So lovely and so near, 19221|No bird would dare to wing its note 19221|Save only she,--her self! 19221|A soul of harmony, 19221|A soul of harmony, 19221|So lovely and so near! 19221|No bird has ever dared to soar 19221|A soul so near and bright! 19221|But I could stand in Eden long, 19221|And do without the stars and waves, 19221|And dwell my life away, 19221|Without an exile's fear 19221|Than that which I must give-- 19221|My soul--my soul! 19221|She was a queen of art, 19221|Of every grace the queen of song, 19221|She made her robe of snow, 19221|And every lillow wood her lap, 19221|And every star her faulchion bright, 19221|And every beast of bale her prey. 19221|She was a queen of pleasure, 19221|The goddess of the golden rod; 19221|She knew the tender art of strife 19221|And every artifice of strife. 19221|The goddess of the living soul, 19221|She gave her life her earthly prize, 19221|For her Belial the False, 19221|And for the True God she gave her breath, 19221|And all, my lord and you; 19221|She was a queen, and there 19221|Her heart had never known delight; 19221|For in her mouth there gleamed no food, 19221|No daintiness for Love to taste; 19221|A little fruit on bough; 19221|A little flower in dew; 19221|And fruit that ripened on a morn 19221|When spring was fair and new; 19221|A little flower that grew 19221|Full budded, full-blown, 19221|And sweet in the April breezes; 19221|I bid you thus for her, 19221|But what should man do less? 19221|For though she were a queen of art, 19221|She was a queen of joy and bliss 19221|Without all armour, that can grieve, 19221|Nor shield the head from grief-- 19221|For grief is a rare thing! 19221|The morning star gave forth her light, 19221|And all the aisles of Eden rang 19221|With music sweet as any fount 19221|That waters fountains wild and free. 19221|Beneath my feet the green grass lay 19221|Like softest silk; the trees were gay 19221|With flowers that in the meadows stood; 19221|This way and that in many a ring 19221|The birds were fluttering to and fro; 19221|And 'twas so everywhere I found 19221|The air perfum'd with odours sweet: 19221|Perfum'd me the sense of grass, the smell 19221|Of lilies after shower, the nut-shell 19221|After splashing of ocean; all the low 19221|And balmy air, whence musky bliss 19221|Effuse itself on after days, 19221|When man, at that rapt union reconciled, 19221|Rejoices and exults in Paradise. 19221|The stars came out; they were no match for me 19221|For ======================================== SAMPLE 2330 ======================================== 17448|That was as cold as my nose, 17448|A thumping auld wife, 17448|She bint in a pewter pot 17448|When her children was away, 17448|A bairn 'at never was bairn, 17448|She wuld luke next door to me. 17448|I heard when we men was at 17448|By Sir Stodge 'twas sicht in fash, 17448|But now I love 'is style fash, 17448|And when I met my dearie, 17448|'Twas nicht wad I had to leave, 17448|For I loved them both a jinkie 17448|That day. 17448|When I did hear they'd been gleg in Fardels 17448|Ye thocht, Sir, tasselit! 17448|But I kent they'd been gleg in Fardels 17448|And I wundied off to see, 17448|An' came back a-yevin as stear't, 17448|The twa I bifold an' dead, 17448|An' told my dearest dearest deid 17448|Twa lang summers ago. 17448|Bifound me two 'uskes, that was uskers, 17448|In two our ways an' forms. 17448|Sae I was braw, sae bifour me mithers, 17448|I've bin a braw wife an' dame 17448|For a' my good name an' three, Sige, 17448|An' a' my son's an' four, Meehan. 17448|Twa livins sons that is! An', M'Lane, 17448|I wish they tak' me kittle! 17448|An' a' my daddie's auld guid friend, 17448|A moch, an' auld guid maid; 17448|An' my ain dear pugilistead, 17448|They'm beamin' kittle fiew, 17448|If I were in a braw strae, 17448|Sige, I wad haud hummin' wi' 'em! 17448|Aye, whiles auld Nick was auld, 17448|An' moosh o' gowd in the street, 17448|I wisht, I wad haud hummin' wi' 'em! 17448|Tak' ae day at t' bank, an' a' gie 'em 17448|To gie muckle in debt, 17448|For t' day of a' they'll be 17448|The guinea that's gane owre! 17448|I'm niver now left wiv 'em, 17448|An' siller an' a' that won't fit 'em. 17448|But in the byre they hae been 17448|For meker nor bouse and lang dog! 17448|I want a wife, an' a' that I can hae! 17448|"Oh, what is there to a'?" quo' Jim, 17448|"Bide twa tears, or be twa-bits! 17448|Aye, Jim, a weepin' in a door 17448|Is a' the way to win it." 17448|"I'll mak' aye my bed," quo' Jim, 17448|"The bed that my bairn can hae." 17448|"I'll mak' my bed wi' ae bed, 17448|An' all the night through I'll sleep 17448|Aweard wi' the lave o' the bane, 17448|Wi' dreams o' ae bed by Mylica's well." 17448|Takin' Jim to the well-water, 17448|She stod sic like a saint, 17448|While poor, wan Willie wald be lank, 17448|Wi' Jim's sweet, water-glass! 17448|Tyu at the well-water 17448|Wi' Jim, her brithers were dakin', 17448|Tyu did nae harm nor mair 17448|To sum a body in that glass o' flesh. 17448|There was a lass, a lass that was roundly loath 17448|To be loved, and hated, and betrayed ======================================== SAMPLE 2340 ======================================== 16376|Of the strange tale, by which they were deceived. 16376|And so, he went to join them. That is all, 16376|And a very few of these have lived, 16376|And the rest have not. So, let it be: 16376|But I must say a word that angers me, 16376|Because it comes to us, as we know, 16376|From the pen that is not yet enlightened. 16376|For I had a strange experience, 16376|Which it would not be right to leave unsaid. 16376|I have not told it in all it's causes 16376|And the way in which they happened, all 16376|I can say is, that I felt uneasy 16376|Just leaving that most secret of places, 16376|And another, which I shall mention. 16376|'Twas a great hall, with velvet seats spread, 16376|Furnished in fashion after the taste 16376|Of the early sovereigns: and in it 16376|Lay a fine and stately statue wrought, 16376|By a master skilled in Italian art. 16376|I, who saw it in passing through the hall, 16376|Am reminded of one of those Greek loves 16376|Which ofttime we call Satyrs; we take 16376|The fairest things that beauty gives, and keep 16376|And honour them with pain and labour, 16376|Till the thing beauty cannot endure. 16376|And he who is most fond of his loves, 16376|When they must be all forlorn of him, 16376|Would rather that those fairest things 16376|Were thrown to the dogs than wearied of them: 16376|And so the Satyr who was most loved, 16376|When he saw that beautiful idol, 16376|Strode in indolence and eagerness, 16376|As if he were made for another use; 16376|And all his life in the great hall 16376|Like to a wasted Satyr wandered, 16376|Till some brave and noble creature, 16376|Who was more than his beauty for him, 16376|Laid him in mortal evil by; 16376|For he was no such worthless creature. 16376|Hers was a beauty so high and rare, 16376|That to me it seemed my death was near. 16376|Then I remembered that great master, 16376|Who loved me more than life itself,-- 16376|How I should love if I'd known when it 16376|Was night and that I might not see him; 16376|How the King's Son's bride (and for whom 16376|I love this great King) should hate me; 16376|And how the Greek and Italian 16376|Gul'd out their passion for each other, 16376|And each in turn would make his lover. 16376|He, not in vain had woo'd me, though 16376|All those young eyes must have admired it, 16376|Which, to his, were but a thin veil. 16376|For mine were not like those young eyes; 16376|My hair is black, and I'm of a high race. 16376|And mine is grey, to the edge of the sun 16376|Or the brown of a swallow's wing. 16376|My mother is old. And yet it is true 16376|I have been young, and the wise ones all 16376|Have praised, and the fair young ones alone 16376|Have admired, and now the poor things know 16376|My beauty, and so I shall not be old. 16376|Yet if there's one thing old I shall not be, 16376|For the young ones are so delicate-sweet, 16376|And yet, I know, to God I am as young. 16376|And therefore I shall not be old, 16376|But be an ancient, austere, wise old thing; 16376|And I shall see the fair young ones again, 16376|As God has seen them, and not ask if here 16376|The fair young ones are with me or no. 16376|They sat upon the ground, 16376|And both of them were dull and dull, 16376|And neither of them moved. 16376|And the grass, and the grass and the grass-- 16376|How dull and how dull was the way that their feet ran! 16376|How dull ======================================== SAMPLE 2350 ======================================== 2621|To hear a great, low, silvery song. 2621|The air is like a nest, the sky is full of stars, 2621|With flickering, flickering light, 2621|And the low clouds are white with moonshine and beads, 2621|And the great moon, like a man that's dreaming, asleep. 2621|But out on the green, green grass 2621|The little blue sparrows hop, 2621|And like a little boy they leap 2621|Into a stream, a little stream 2621|That's just about to run, a little stream 2621|That's just about to run. 2621|But out on the grey, grey grass 2621|No bird hath come to rest, 2621|Only a little dog with a shaggy beard, 2621|Who lies there in the grass, a little grass 2621|That's just about to run. 2621|But up on the trees a house doth stand, 2621|With walls of stone and beams of wood that climb 2621|And lift each other to the roof like bars of steel. 2621|And up among the spangles gay 2621|That wind about the porch in misty lines, 2621|And look upon the world like some high dream, 2621|The house doth seem a little heaven like this, 2621|The wind and the house and the sparrow's tune, 2621|In the dusk-lighted wood-- 2621|A little house with soft gray walls, 2621|And soft white floors, and sparrows soft as dreams. 2621|And in there sleeps a pretty little elf, 2621|Fair as the day, all praise and praise is due, 2621|And yet not half so pretty 2621|As she whom the birches hold so fast. 2621|One side is grass, and one is stone, 2621|With blossoming boughs deck out the floor. 2621|But through the middle, a sweet flower-bed, 2621|With fragrant arms enrings the elfin child. 2621|And under this little flower-bed, 2621|And in its bosom, soft and warm, 2621|A little child at rest. 2621|For that was the golden bed, 2621|Her father and mother both 2621|A-bed, but while sleep they took, 2621|Filled in the little flower-bed. 2621|And when they woke and saw the sun, 2621|They kissed the little golden flower, 2621|As if they had never parted from it. 2621|"And is't you wise?" 2621|The little maidens said. 2621|I hear so many words 2621|Of wisdom and counsel 2621|And love and duty, 2621|Yet very few words 2621|Of love like this. 2621|As if the soul were too proud 2621|To lie within the body so; 2621|As if the flesh were too weak 2621|To live and be the life 2621|Of a whole race of men. 2621|There's beauty in her smile, 2621|There's wisdom in her look, 2621|But too much of either 2621|Is weakness and wrong: 2621|Her love has eyes of fire, 2621|And might not know 2621|Love that is not love. 2621|Ah, if she knew love like this 2621|She'd die, no more, 2621|And let herself be lifted 2621|And drugged with love. 2621|Oh, sweet is the maiden's smile 2621|In the green moss o'er the hearth; 2621|Oh, brave is the youth's young heart 2621|When no storms sound his war-note: 2621|But the smile on a woman's face 2621|Is power, and passion, and pride, 2621|And the joy of a life to be 2621|The joy of a woman's smile. 2621|She is the heart's one sister; 2621|She makes a heart's most fervent beat; 2621|She warms, and she warms again, 2621|Like passion's fire-engines. 2621|The little green grass of her heart-- 2621|The heart within her only-- 2621|But she hath said in her presence, 2621|"The ======================================== SAMPLE 2360 ======================================== 17127|A thousand times I've said it, and I'm told it's true: 17127|We are all very hungry for the best we can get: 17127|If we had just the right food, and it came down to 17127|just a pound instead of what it's got to be, 17127|There'd be some improvement every moment that I've a 17127|chance to look upon it. 17127|_In a little green room in the country near to the sea._ 17127|With its chimneys hoar and its mosses old and gray, 17127|This is the real abattoir, where the live stock are put 17127|For the sale at a later day. 17127|The hogs like to come out and sniff the air and the smell, 17127|But they never stir a step till they're handled by one 17127|Whose name I cannot tell unless it change to that of another: 17127|There's a little yellow dog with a silver chain on his neck, 17127|And a little red face with its eyes shut wide and shut, 17127|And a little black cat that will do anything for a toy. 17127|Its name is Jenny, and what do you think it is? 17127|It is a dainty little dog and a silver chain is its neck; 17127|But what do I care how nice it looks if it can't be bought. 17127|Its name is Jenny, and the same as you can guess. 17127|If it can't make money when one of these things comes to look, 17127|It won't be worn very often, and none of us'll care. 17127|Its name is Jenny, and the same as you can guess. 17127|If in the market to-day, and you see a little fat cow 17127|That seems much out of season, and in a poor-condition, 17127|And from a distance you can see it is not the same white thing 17127|As it used to be, and you can say with one voice, "O God," 17127|Why, that's the way you'd treat a cow or a fat cow of her past. 17127|But you'd never treat her back again with a face of its past. 17127|She's something more than a cow when she's treated as a dog, 17127|In all her past and all her present. 17127|Its name is Jenny and the same as you can guess. 17127|A little girl that has never been very old and who knows what 17127|This one was a little girl that had never been very old. 17127|She never did any wrong and never did any right, 17127|She had her little head on a bed of little straw, 17127|And she was happy as happy could be. 17127|It's the same with a calf, but it is a little calf that has 17127|The little girl lives in the same house as the baby, 17127|And she keeps such a racket that she can get up all day. 17127|She used to ride all day, but now she has ridden all the day, 17127|And she does it for her doll. 17127|And it's just as easy to watch as you can picture to be done 17127|When she gets up and goes out back. 17127|Its name is Jenny, and the same as you can guess. 17127|This little boy is like to have all this care of his. 17127|He must have it always with him wherever he goes; 17127|And it costs so much, too, to make him stay so long. 17127|Its name is Theodore, and he knows what he wants, too. 17127|It's a little cart that he's ridden, too, and made a lark 17127|The first time he had it, it sang like a bird through the air; 17127|It sings all day, and when you put it on its back, 17127|You see a picture, and some songster has been there. 17127|Its name is Theodore, and he knows what he wants. 17127|He wants to ride all day, and get the cart to him on time 17127|With having it to run about the yard every day, 17127|And a good row for all his children--and a good row for his cow-- 17127|And little Jenny at his side at play time. 17127|The children don't want too much, but the mother knows 17127|In ======================================== SAMPLE 2370 ======================================== 615|Which he had left behind in his old castle, 615|Nor for that other had this course pursued, 615|Than to possess the prize, which that array 615|That young King, by whom he served so well, 615|Had given to that fair damsel for his own. 615|'Twas on the morrow, when the evening fell, 615|(As thou hast before remarked) that there 615|The fair and courteous dame a little bent 615|On other task, than to repair his bed, 615|-- Who, to excuse the want of rest, would go, 615|Hoping to bathe her limbs -- she called before 615|The gentle courtezan, who had gone 615|All naked to the court, and would have taught 615|Her how to get him rest, but that he slept: 615|"Since of the present day's events is nought; 615|Told thee so oft, in thy former lie, 't was told. 615|"And thou hadst been content, without delay, 615|To take the journey, whence I had your ear, 615|Ere yet the sun had rose; but since the hour 615|I heard that song, I had in no despite, 615|Hoping for better fortune; but, in sooth, 615|'Gainst this ill life-time I have done well, perforce, 615|Whereby my life is almost spent, and lost. 615|"And yet for all those things, which I have done, 615|I have so much admired your noble sprite, 615|That I have not been sorry of my deed, 615|Nor changed my thoughts, because I oftentimes 615|Have vowed against my life, I would not die, 615|Would never touch another's life again. 615|"This is my folly; that I never grieve 615|To leave another; that -- a fact no less -- 615|I never do thee wrong because I live: 615|And more against the truth have you offended. 615|No less I pray you do me no wrong. 615|"That will I not; nor have I any fear, 615|To make you such a prey to any foe. 615|But when I see thee, I will tell thee true, 615|That I no less respect thy gentle life, 615|Than others do, I deem, or should deem thee. 615|"For I shall see thee to the end; no child 615|Thou wilt have of me, save in thy place: 615|But that thou know that I for honour died, 615|I pray thee say, and not that another is. 615|For all would think I lived only to live 615|For my dear brother, and had none beside, 615|But him for whom I do so long a love, 615|To see, and love him well because I died." 615|The dame, who had this message well foregone, 615|And well had spoken, to her chambers flew; 615|Who, in her sorrow, that unhappy man, 615|Hears from his door an evil pestilence, 615|Which, in the same week -- which is the second week -- 615|For six days had kept the cavalier. 615|But it not only flies to murder's brink, 615|(Which would of love be worse than of the sword) 615|It spreads, and to the dame and cavalier 615|The pest pervades, which none can escape. 615|The pest the lady then so near had found, 615|When she the dame her secret kept from sight, 615|And, when the lady of the horn, in France, 615|Came to the tower, where late her lord she found. 615|The damsel, when she found the wight, but sore 615|And sorrowful, did well her lady show 615|For that she made a banishment from sight, 615|For very grief, which so inflamed her woe, 615|Was so distressed, she scarce one word might speak; 615|And in such high disdain she is, that she 615|For pity's sake desires to see again 615|Her lord, who in such woe is ruined sore, 615|That he scarce gets a drop from thence away; 615|And will not let him rest, who for his pain 615|Seems worn with woe and grief and anguish sore. 615|"So sad a cause," (says the dame to her friend,) 615| ======================================== SAMPLE 2380 ======================================== 1211|Wherein to take delight of sight, 1211|And in a ringle tolle. 1211|For the sight in heav'n, though bright it be, 1211|Shall in thy sight it die; 1211|And though there be in heav'n a place 1211|For to find sweet rest at last, 1211|Yet there's a place too near thine heart 1211|For to have need thereof. 1211|Then take a box, a ring, a urn, 1211|A pair of spectacles too, 1211|A glass, a face, an empty chair; 1211|And draw sweet air for me. 1211|This for her eyes, that for her mouth, 1211|For her hands, that for her feet; 1211|For her cheek, though sweet it be, 1211|And for the rest to let her hair 1211|Only hang loose from middle out, 1211|To make thy sight and thy delight. 1211|O, come hither, Death, and take thy toll. 1211|This for her eyes, that for her mouth, 1211|For her hands, though sweet, yet loose enough; 1211|For her cheek though sweet it be, 1211|And for the rest to let her hair 1211|Only hang loose from middle out. 1211|Come hither, Death, and take thy toll. 1211|This for her cheek, though sweet it be, 1211|For her hair it may be evil; 1211|For thyself, that thou might'st be glad 1211|If thou could'st take thy toll. 1211|I, that my Love's eye view, 1211|I, that my Love's eye view. 1211|From my sweet mouth at times 1211|I, from my sweet mouth at times 1211|I, that my Love's eye view. 1211|This could make him, as he view, 1211|He, that his eye view. 1211|When my Love walks in the fields with his Bow from the saddle, 1211|I, when my Love walks in the fields with his Bow from the saddle, 1211|O, when the Bow is bent, we see how he deals, and how he's bow'd, 1211|And how his eyes are many-folded as they gaze on me. 1211|I, when my Love walks in the fields with his Bow from the saddle, 1211|I, when my Love walks in the fields with his Bow from the saddle, 1211|My Love is bound to marry a Knight who never has bow'd, 1211|Who is not of that proud and princely House in Kent; 1211|Come, then, and see how he deals, my Love, and how he's bow'd. 1211|Come, then, and see how he deals, my Love, and how he's bow'd. 1211|My Love is bound to marry a Knight who never has bow'd, 1211|Knights by their deeds, men by their words, to me are dear; 1211|Come, then, and see how he deals, my Love, and how he's bow'd. 1211|My Love is bound to marry a Knight who never has bow'd, 1211|Knights by their looks, men their words, to me are true; 1211|Come, then, see how he deals, my Love, and how he's bow'd. 1211|Tis true we're come to talk of Love, 1211|Of Love, and of Love's sweet power; 1211|He that would well be charmed, I wis, 1211|Knows well how loved he should be. 1211|Love is an Artificer, 1211|Knows all that is patent; 1211|The secret, in full sight, he displays, 1211|Where Art and Love in equal strife 1211|Find out their own success. 1211|He that will be a prince of Love, 1211|As all good princes do, 1211|Will, Fortune-scrutch'd against the wind, 1211|Gain the greatest share of fame: 1211|So, ere he live, he'll use his days 1211|In making others great. 1211|Who knows but Love, may hope to win? 1211|So many fair ladies are 1211|Made with love, or so richly bound; 1211|He ======================================== SAMPLE 2390 ======================================== 19385|To him, 19385|A' auld wives wi' their ances an' amends, 19385|Their hearts aye sae hauft, 19385|A braw blythesome bluid wi' ane ance; 19385|And, if it were me, 19385|Auld Alice, I wad be your auld wife! 19385|A' amang the hales an' hails 19385|He's auctor bien, for mony a sair; 19385|Tho' thou art but a braw besom wife, 19385|I'll blythe be thysel'. 19385|Tak care thou ne'er de-light, 19385|The deuk o' thy sleep, 19385|For ne'er again thou'll rue 19385|Thy leal friend, Alice! 19385|Alas! alas! for my dearest lassie! 19385|Thy braw auld mither's awa'! 19385|The warld's a' gane to the kirk, 19385|The deuk o' Alice's awa'! 19385|A' thoween we've been baith, 19385|The fause of my brither; 19385|He sent me in his ghoat, 19385|A beggar wi' ane mair. 19385|It had been worth thy sorrow, 19385|Had ne'er taen a sicht; 19385|But a' thustin' was the fissure, 19385|And thou cam'st frae the warld. 19385|Alas! alas! for my dearest lassie! 19385|The warld's awa like the dark o' morn! 19385|Alas! alas! for my dearest lassie, 19385|And my laddie's awa'! 19385|He had been thoft o' a braw guid wife, 19385|And never had been ca'd a lad; 19385|And that thou auld wife were ay in truth, 19385|Alas! alas! for my dearest lassie! 19385|He had been thoft o' a guid wife, 19385|That was true and couldna lie; 19385|But the fient a tinnin, whaur thou was ca'd, 19385|Alas! alas!--for my dearest lassie! 19385|He had been thoft o' a guid wife, 19385|A guid wife fair and true; 19385|But, oh! the bogle, wha couldna been ca'd, 19385|Or thrawn it upon frae thy mind! 19385|For thunder had been ca'd upon thee, 19385|And thundered loud at a' wark, 19385|And thauf be on thy han' auld laird 19385|For my poor Alice o' the Burr. 19385|But, my laddie, 'twas a shamefu' braid, 19385|Thou couldna hae been ca'd a beggar; 19385|When thou had left my bairnies faire, 19385|And ta'en thy widow'd dame, 19385|My father's lass, and my mither's lovely young-- 19385|Oh! thou did'st thy best, my dame, 19385|But I will mak' thee a chiel, 19385|And that's the kind I'll gie thee, 19385|As I've been owre lang anither; 19385|And thy luve a blossom, 19385|As my laddie was wont o' mine, 19385|When thou did'st to them woo-- 19385|Sae I'll give thee the flower I'm fond o' best, 19385|As aye I've gien it my luve. 19385|My auld bannet-branches haud aside, 19385|And braid the hay-sweet leaves about; 19385|But I will give a gift to thee, 19385|A gowd guinea, gowd-flower-worth; 19385|And that my lad's mither's luve 19385|For to give a piece o' mine, 19385|Which I grawner thochts aye wad owre-so, 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 2400 ======================================== 1287|The maids of the Rhine;-- 1287|For, as thou dost now, 1287|The fairest of all may attend thee, 1287|And the best of all may be thine! 1287|A DULL and DREARY journey do I take, 1287|Through the forest of darkness to roam, 1287|And my task I ask not one; for I see 1287|A path to the kingdom of the dead! 1287|So I wander through the woods and hills, 1287|My heart is full and I wish and I pray; 1287|But a shadow is creeping before my eyes 1287|And his path is ever before me! 1287|And all is dark, and dark, and dark; 1287|Thou sayest that a bright and happy star 1287|Is shining above all this dreary storm. 1287|And he sits in the shadow; and he frowns 1287|And he looks in my face with scornful glare; 1287|And oh! when they come, oh! then will my heart 1287|Sicken and fall to the ground, 1287|For my light and joy, oh! how shall I bless 1287|To hear the awful steps of that deadly foe! 1287|And I sit alone in my lonely place 1287|In the gloomy forest, and I sigh and pine. 1287|I weep, as I think of my joy to go 1287|To the realm where my loved ones are not weak. 1287|I look to the far horizon, and I sigh,-- 1287|The joy and the longing, and the hope afar. 1287|And for those who will not be comforted, 1287|I feel it is better to die. 1287|Then, oh! may the dark be my trial and doom! 1287|And the paths which I trod be my doom! 1287|And my life in the forest be nigh-broken 1287|As I leave this life, in the kingdom of the dead! 1287|The sun, which I gaze upon 1287|With longing eye, sets at morn; 1287|And I to the country far depart, 1287|For the sun, that shines on the earth, 1287|Beams on thy beauty with glee. 1287|A soft light gleams from his gaze, 1287|As though, he knew not, to which 1287|The heart of him, by sorrow, bowed, 1287|Prayed that his sight might still descend, 1287|A vision of all good and fair; 1287|The moon a ray, which I'll send 1287|To hail, for thee, thy fair abode. 1287|The clouds, which thou lookest on, 1287|Dost always round thee ever weep; 1287|To thy love, whate'er its worth, 1287|Are added the thoughts of them; 1287|And thou dost, in their depths, confess 1287|A love which is not so dear. 1287|The lily, and rose-leaf, too, 1287|And blossoms of another hue, 1287|In thy heart, from their green boughs, 1287|Their beauties will quickly steal. 1287|A heart that is ever sad 1287|Is now alone, a barren tree: 1287|A life now a life's a burden, 1287|And thou'rt not happy and ill. 1287|I see thee with smiling brow, 1287|And I, like thee, am sorrowful; 1287|My heart for the good of both 1287|Mingles, for it cannot spare. 1287|Ah! the world shall not spare me, 1287|For it has too much of grief. 1287|As I see thee with smiling brow, 1287|The world with its thoughts is dull; 1287|And, when I think, my heart 1287|To see thee, in a melancholy mood,-- 1287|The world seems a lonely tree. 1287|TO what height can I raise my head, 1287|Without a single pebble to harm 1287|My spirit, before I die? 1287|If this seems far indeed, 1287|To raise my head from earth's low level, 1287|I must be, too, a pebble-name. 1287|A pebble- ======================================== SAMPLE 2410 ======================================== 4332|Went out; and she's sitting alone alone, 4332|And looks out at the garden from her window, 4332|And thinks of all the flowers in the fields 4332|Where they have never bloomed. 4332|And some are very white, 4332|And some are very red, 4332|And some are black as black can be; 4332|And some have rosy little eyes, 4332|And some are sad as canary bells, 4332|And some like little yellow stars 4332|That have danced along their edges. 4332|And some have hairs for little curls, 4332|And some have round white bellies, 4332|Some have little blue eyes, 4332|And some have little blue wings, 4332|And some are all topsy-turvy. 4332|Some have a smile on their faces, 4332|And bright smiles for others, 4332|And sad smiles for others, 4332|And happy smiles for others. 4332|And some are very gay, 4332|And some are very sly, 4332|And some are very thoughtful, 4332|And some are very melancholy; 4332|And some have noses like to pearls, 4332|Or eyes that stare out into the dark, 4332|And some have sinewed bands like leather; 4332|The blackbird is a wooden nose, 4332|The bluebird is a brasset, 4332|But the dullest of the bunch 4332|Is always glad to have his name in. 4332|So he sits with a rose 4332|Or a lily--and he thinks the while 4332|Of how he might love her, 4332|And love her now, had he only known 4332|The beauty of her face, 4332|And not the beauty of her mouth. 4332|And he thinks of her sitting so still 4332|With her little face against his hand, 4332|When all was dark, and he could lean 4332|Upon her trembling body, 4332|And know that her thoughts would always come 4332|Like the ripples on a sunny shore 4332|With little water and little sand. 4332|He thinks of all the things she loved, 4332|And how he might love her even more 4332|Had he but the voice of her name, 4332|And the touch of her hand in his own. 4332|But the soft voice of silence dies with him, 4332|And his heart is all 4332|Out in the wide windy world, 4332|Where the roses blow, 4332|As though the flowers would never fade. 4332|There has been a wonderful surge, 4332|A wind of change 4332|Comes on the great sea, 4332|Trampling and shod with sandals, 4332|He carries a burden of change. 4332|He is frightened of sleep. 4332|He has heard the sound of horses 4332|At the gates of Rome; and the stir of feet 4332|He fears to see. 4332|He has seen the morning break on the sun, 4332|A long, long time ago; he knows the light, 4332|And how it changes-- 4332|And the stars that fling 4332|They have changed to dust on the darkening sky. 4332|He thinks of how 4332|Women mocked his strength, 4332|And their mouths were blackened at his kisses. 4332|And there was a great fear in his head 4332|That they would be changed. 4332|And when he is caught 4332|With a beautiful pearl 4332|Under his ragged hair, 4332|He thinks of the red 4332|Dancing of dawn at the far windy gate, 4332|When his hand clung, 4332|And his eyes were dark 4332|Under a mask of white, 4332|And a priest, who came 4332|With his rosary and song, 4332|And said, "He is free 4332|And is in heaven." 4332|And there is a terrible weight, 4332|A weight that weighs upon his eyes, 4332|And he sees 4332|How all things are 4332|About him and his own body, and the sea 4332|That has no fear anymore of him, ======================================== SAMPLE 2420 ======================================== 1382|With the last of the night? 1382|How is your world, my loved, 1382|With your life, with your heart 1382|And your love? 1382|The world is mine as of old 1382|With the dawn in me! 1382|There the day came, bright and strong, 1382|To the young heart, like light 1382|That gave us, as to one we sought, 1382|Life that shall be. 1382|How shall I say it, though 1382|Earth be never ours that lost 1382|To the young heart to-day? 1382|And my life and his, and mine 1382|May not be mine for aye! 1382|And his life and mine apart 1382|Shall be ever one. 1382|Yet not in this we speak, my child, 1382|As the world with us dispart, 1382|Though our lives be one. 1382|I look at you, fair maid, for an instant and aye 1382|On a woman's brows. 1382|Not the sun-sweet virgin-tint, 1382|The blue jessamine, 1382|But a face that has gazed on truth 1382|In the glow of love. 1382|Thro' the long-drawn years for the first time 1382|She who held us long 1382|Shall have dominion o'er the heart, 1382|To be a queen. 1382|As the night on day, our love shall sit 1382|In the breast of man! 1382|I shall know the truth ere he 1382|Know the truth in life's old day, 1382|And he need no wile! 1382|As is she, who, for his offence 1382|Taught him the art, 1382|By her pride she teaches, for his sake, 1382|Truth of him to know. 1382|Hail, verily, unto the true, 1382|The pure in heart! 1382|Hail, with soul of the sacred, the one true life! 1382|The only true life! 1382|With a spirit like a bird's in the sunshine, 1382|And a soul, like the gay; 1382|As our life she is sweet; and we too one day 1382|We two shall be one! 1382|She shall have a soul to love us as she loves, 1382|And a body to bleed! 1382|In the world's high place I would be and be, 1382|Limping ever as manly. 1382|But I have at rest in the realm of the lower 1382|And a better part: 1382|I should be the better; and I was born 1382|In a better flesh. 1382|My life is a dream: she shall be mine, 1382|And I shall depart; 1382|I shall leave all for my beloved, 1382|And she leave all for me. 1382|He is dead, as a God is dead, 1382|And the Lord God lives: and the world is blest. 1382|He whom He chose is a King. 1382|He, when the world went out to war 1382|With the world behind, 1382|Looked for peace in the earth and air. 1382|He passed on the wing; 1382|Death stood in the place where He lies. 1382|He, on all the winds that blow, 1382|Ringed with a shield of flame. 1382|O when shall He make end? 1382|Death stands in His place. 1382|He who was God, is an ass; 1382|His heart and head are shorn: 1382|He, in the night is a fool. 1382|He, when the world was in a rind, 1382|In His face the light. 1382|He, in all the deeds that must, 1382|Seemed sick to go 1382|As an out-of-tune. 1382|In the places of the dead 1382|There shall be none to judge and bow. 1382|In the heaven of the coming day, 1382|I will rise and go. 1382|He, of all the men of earth and sky, 1382|Rises in my place, 1382 ======================================== SAMPLE 2430 ======================================== 8197|I will not hear 8197|The voices of the mourners of my people. 8197|Not in this grave, 8197|Where we have lain for ages 8197|The feet 8197|Of our great leaders; in no place 8197|Will they tread, 8197|Without a word of prayer. 8197|They will lie not far from me and from you, brother, 8197|But to my home, where I have many kin,--and there 8197|The one whom we had never had the power to share. 8197|In this deep home, 8197|Where never love of me, nor the light 8197|Of your bright eyes, 8197|Were ever wed to it. 8197|We should not share in our sorrow, 8197|Nor in our tears, 8197|Or in our sorrow, nor in our tears are we! 8197|We would not seek 8197|To live in this dark grave of ours in the grave, 8197|As our forefathers had lived here in peace, 8197|Before the coming of the White Man 8197|Of whom the Lord had spoken to Moses 8197|When he spake to the children 8197|In the breathful tones 8197|Of the mighty God. 8197|They dwelt in the country of Edens; a star 8197|Out of the night, a light 8197|In the darkness of dread 8197|Where the earth lay cold and desolate. 8197|They lived like the trees, like the grasses 8197|Out of the land, 8197|An unapparent presence for the night. 8197|The white man came, and looked, 8197|And saw all this and knew the white man's power. 8197|His power was like a flame, 8197|His might as the breath of life, 8197|In that he was strong 8197|And of a courage that was not fear. 8197|And that he was one 8197|Not unwisely valiant, 8197|For He is kind and He is stern. 8197|But our strength was vast 8197|And our courage was supreme, 8197|And we turned the white man to a brute, 8197|Or else he slew 8197|The God of His grace, 8197|And we were left in the dark 8197|Of a vast and silent wood, 8197|Without a light, 8197|And without a soul. 8197|A light, a light, a light, 8197|A light! for the God who is a star! 8197|My brother's dead and I am dead alone. 8197|As a white rose 8197|In the spring, 8197|For an hour, 8197|And then laid aside and forgotten. 8197|I shall not remember it. 8197|I shall not care. 8197|The leaves of the world are red, 8197|And the light, 8197|A blossom 8197|Sets like a sword 8197|On the tree of my knowledge 8197|That I saw of light, 8197|And the world is dark, 8197|And leaves of the world are red. 8197|I know that I shall not be, 8197|That the shadows will not stay, 8197|And I shall not cry 8197|That the red leaves 8197|Are dead,-- 8197|I shall not cry. 8197|For each leaf 8197|That dies, that is red means 8197|Death. 8197|For the red leaves 8197|That are put aside, 8197|I shall not know 8197|If a leaf 8197|Was sorrowful, 8197|Though the red leaves 8197|That are put aside be sorrowful 8197|Though the dead leaves 8197|Be put aside, 8197|I shall not seek 8197|And no tears 8197|Are shed. 8197|For the red flowers 8197|That lie in the grasses 8197|That I found, 8197|And the pale flowers 8197|That grow out, 8197|I shall not see 8197|If they are cold, 8197|I shall not know. 8197|I am only a flower, 8197|Though a rose 8197|Has taken the place of my brother ======================================== SAMPLE 2440 ======================================== 1745|Of those same Sons of God, to whom his might & Honour do belong, 1745|And who shall henceforth in his presence and his presence only 1745|Judgment after Judgment shall sit, and they shall be called most 1745|worthy. 1745|Then said his Father, from the mouth up to the crown of Heav'n, 1745|The Nut-brown Egg, the Gosper of this New Dispensation, 1745|From whence that Gold without spot of Grudge hath hither come; 1745|"Cast it into the fire, that it burne; the rest wait on me." 1745|He spake; and from the fire, in three parts, were the Ashes 1745|cast; and one part was white, and the rest a deep red vein. 1745|Ah Fount, brake by a single Peer amongst his Sons, 1745|Whose great sole Supremacy now makes one day half-beckoning 1745|To rent and ruin, how it would chace the big Rivals, 1745|To see thy sacred head! but Fate stands mute; to wreck 1745|Thy sacred head, and ruin thy Son, is all thy care; 1745|For in these latter days from thy Tower so high, 1745|A stranger might aspire to build a house of ours, 1745|Warm'd by the Sun, as with the Sun the Airs are smok'd 1745|In England, and thy ruins almost ashen 1745|Are trodden under foote; while not a Spear need call 1745|For vengeance to the battle; but the Sword and Mace, 1745|The beamy Executioners of Justice, have made 1745|Law ready, and delight with noise of Skulls alone. 1745|Thus hath he spoken: from the hot coals of Bacon, 1745|To the cool bath in Bathe the Learned rise, 1745|And while they rise in wrath uniting Power and Power, 1745|Put off the Old, and join for Law their Sons; 1745|Parting the old from Truth to Sloth, and putting on 1745|Th' unwonted Joy of Truth by Knowledge; part the Young 1745|From Honour to a wantonness of Sense, and part 1745|The Old World's Wisdom till it make contradiction; 1745|Making all these Engendrie and Engrossing Rules, 1745|One Supremely new, and having none beside 1745|But in themselves unmixed, that none may fault or heed 1745|What different hearts and minds are breathed or brought forth. 1745|Thus is each soul with Power within itself fine-trickled, 1745|Till one like Spirit moves, and speaks, and so subsists; 1745|One Spirit with Unity reconcil'd to Man 1745|Thus stands established, and thus stands accurst, 1745|The just now coming, and the promised Seed is sowd, 1745|Us'd to produce goodly Fruit ere to-morrow, 1745|Fruit that will produce goodly Children, and to none 1745|Save those few whom God specially hath chast, 1745|Gaining Communion to the Sons of Men 1745|For the great edification of the World; 1745|Priests, Pious, and Glorious, for the time to be 1745|The preserve of Gods; but after Time shall see 1745|What have increased consumption and wid'ry, 1745|As a burthen to the Soul, to fill the joints 1745|With sinews, and to fill with Immortals Arms 1745|The mighty barracks of the World, and all her Bodies Gates, 1745|And all her Fountains and deluges: then shall come 1745|SATAN, who shall seduce from all those Triumvirs 1745|The joyful World, and set them in his power; 1745|The Earth lamenting, and the Jobsome Hills 1745|All drunken with the Jasses, and with Bass 1745|Shall forget their Lakes, their Nymphs and Beaux shall part, 1745|And nought but Neck and River shall unite them River, 1745|And all the Linelikian streams of Spleen shall cease, 1745|As the same Spirit with them shall transport them, 1745|But as the World's Material Heav'n at length leading, 1745|Shall bring both Jails and Common-Market together; 1745|Ease ======================================== SAMPLE 2450 ======================================== 30672|With the first star that she saw, that was the sign of her 30672|That a great deed was done; and from that a mighty fame 30672|Might be gained; and a few years, and they forgot 30672|Her who was so pitiful, her who was so fair. 30672|"O, that life were a dream that's not reality, 30672|That the dream of the years were a charmed image, 30672|That some song, or some tale, or some innocent jest 30672|Might revive my heart! O, that the world around 30672|Might not mock the heart that trembled to be alive! 30672|"The world is sadder, the world are a darker place, 30672|The heart, that is beating a pang of a broken shrine, 30672|Is weary-breathed, and dazed, and aching in the sun; 30672|The joys that are fleeting leave it a wrecking o'er, 30672|And the pleasures that lie in the air are a curse; 30672|Love's hand is on it: and its heart is on the rack, 30672|And the world is a madman whom Love has made mad. 30672|"A weary-laden soul is a heart of the earth, 30672|That lies down and slumbers, where joy lies and laughs, 30672|A-feeling life's drowsiness, whose bosom is heavy, 30672|To dreamt of a worse world and a fairer sky. 30672|"O, had I been in thy arms to stand and watch, 30672|To feel thy dim smile melting into my own, 30672|To meet the life in the sunshine, to feel you so, 30672|To greet each sweet thought of thee, as it flickered through, 30672|"O, then, the world were a vision!--and I were lost, 30672|A wasting passion and a fruitless treasure, 30672|A thing that never had a birth of its own, 30672|Made a mockery of the world in its pride. 30672|"It is true that the years have a charm of their own, 30672|They never leave us; but the soul is not given, 30672|For no hope is in it that can give belief, 30672|And faith is the soul's surety, if the soul be blest. 30672|"Though life be a dream, as some believe, I say, 30672|In the deep, sunny-shining heart I was right, 30672|As the light in your eyes, in the deep, sunny sky, 30672|To the dream there has been no false or vain thing. 30672|"O, that the world were a world of a world of peace, 30672|A dream, a delusion, a mockery, a naught! 30672|What can the world give, in the joys it provides, 30672|But what hope holds? what faith,--faith in the future! 30672|"Life and death, and pleasure and sorrow, they stand 30672|Like two great monsters before the visioned soul, 30672|With a giant's fist of stone in their grip; 30672|But the soul's strength--its heart is the stronger so, 30672|And the gods smile down on it through its sad heart. 30672|"No life, and no life without it, is worth while, 30672|Though a jest may be heard flying from some tongue, 30672|Or the glory of glory be stolen from the gaze, 30672|And the heart beat more when the hope of the future 30672|Be with us, though it should be dead to us. 30672|"I came upon you when life's hour had come, 30672|And I saw, as I groped along the hill, 30672|The last little child of the English race, 30672|Grown up in a land of freedom, and its fame, 30672|In a land where all hearts beat, in a land of hope, 30672|"And a mighty people came to take up the throng 30672|To fight the foe that they knew was on the earth, 30672|Of his people, and their rights, and the cause they fought, 30672|Which should have never come--for the world was new, 30672|And the world may laugh or cry at its follies and wrongs, 30672|For the world is tired of its ======================================== SAMPLE 2460 ======================================== 16688|With a laugh or a "Ahoy!" 16688|We are all happy together, 16688|When the moonlight shines. 16688|From our shadows, dear, look down, 16688|On each other's cheeks and eyes, 16688|While, in a sweet surprise, 16688|You are smiling, little one, 16688|Or a baby, or a lily-bell, 16688|Or a daisy, for the rest. 16688|So the shadows of trees, and steeples of stone 16688|Fade away; and the bells of distant bells 16688|Ring to each other in the twilight air, 16688|Chimes, and all the bells of the distant bells. 16688|We are all happy together, 16688|So the evening is serene, and the moon 16688|Grows, when her light is warmest, a silver crown 16688|About the brow of the distant hill. 16688|How like a dream is the moment's seeming! 16688|With its dreary, drowsy sound, 16688|All that seems so dear and pure to the soul 16688|Is like a fairy tale to the sense. 16688|Like the fairy dream, bright, joyous, noble, 16688|And full of fairy magic's power; 16688|Like the fairy scene, how bright, how glorious! 16688|And like a vision of heaven itself. 16688|When, from the fields the sweet, summer birds 16688|Come and whisper love's sweet lay, 16688|And all the flowers on every tree 16688|To heart-cheering sweetness breathe. 16688|Then, from the fields the sweet, summer birds 16688|Come and whisper love's sweet lay, 16688|And all the flowers on every tree 16688|To heart-cheering sweetness breathe. 16688|When, in the evening, through the forest dells, 16688|The wild thyme stalks with spicy breath, 16688|When, by the brook, on roofs of stately towers, 16688|The summer lily lights. 16688|Then, from the fields the sweet, summer birds 16688|Come and whisper love's sweet lay, 16688|And all the flowers on every tree 16688|To heart-cheering sweetness breathe. 16688|When, on her couch beneath the beechen boughs, 16688|Nature's darling slumb'st by art, 16688|Like to a tuneful bird she wakes her soul 16688|For artful verse divine. 16688|When, from her pillow, on the warm earth's breast, 16688|Nature's darling slumb'st by art, 16688|She breathes upon the wild thyme's fervor, 16688|And dreams it to a strain; 16688|When, like a tuneful bird, she wakes her soul 16688|For artful verse divine. 16688|While singing the wild thyme at dawn, 16688|In the sweet-brier's fragrant heart, 16688|Her gentle voice the sweet-briar bids us hear 16688|As she wanders in the bowers. 16688|While singing the wild thyme at dawn, 16688|In the sweet-brier's fragrant heart, 16688|Her gentle voice the sweet-briar bids us hear 16688|As she wanders in the bowers. 16688|I will sing thee songs, my angel fair, 16688|Thou'rt chosen my attendant here, 16688|Where love and good shall be thy care 16688|And the dewy sweet-briar's welcome. 16688|I will sing thee songs, sweet bird, 16688|My lady to her chamber hies; 16688|For her heart is quick to flit 16688|To the bright eyes of her dearie, 16688|And the lark, so oft her guest, 16688|Hath his window open wide, 16688|With his loudest trumpet swells, 16688|And his songs, so frequently dear, 16688|Shout from morn unto morn; 16688|But she sings most when the sweet flowers 16688|Are blooming by her window-sill. 16688|I will sing thee songs, my angel fair, 16688|Thou hast chosen my attendant here, 16688|I was first of ladies,-- 16688| ======================================== SAMPLE 2470 ======================================== 42035|A great city to the sea. 42035|And, since she has gone, that city lives, 42035|In grandeur, like a thing of state, 42035|Whose beauty is its strength. 42035|And, since my mother's house stood here, too, 42035|With roof and walls and windows wide, 42035|And windows wrought of many a gem-- 42035|The gem of many a jacinth ring-- 42035|I think and dream that she must be 42035|Here now, to be my mother dear." 42035|And, as she said this, a faint voice outtoold, 42035|"You are not a child," she said; "when you walk 42035|The street, you seem a man; not one 42035|Of you is young--one child might me. 42035|"If in that house, and here, and there, 42035|Some children do in olden days 42035|Rumble and prance, a lady of the world, 42035|I wonder what you mean. Are you 42035|A spirit, seeking, seeking, yearning, 42035|"No woman born of her own free choice 42035|Can choose a child, can so divine 42035|Our children's birth and beauty--that we are 42035|Forlorn in this! O, take the child! 42035|And take the little one and bring 42035|With thee the joy of that great day, 42035|The joy of all-unfathomable things; 42035|The joy of being whole, and strong, and glad, 42035|And free; and, more than all, the joy of being glad." 42035|And suddenly from that olden place, 42035|And from the lady at her feet, 42035|Some voice outtaught me, "It is she-- 42035|The Lady of this olden place 42035|And fair in this new grace and bloom! 42035|"Her love may not be quite so deep 42035|Or pure, or good, as ours is high, 42035|Although she may not see it so; 42035|But that she cannot choose, I know; 42035|Nor can she ever do us ill, 42035|If she be love, and love is great love." 42035|As one that knew 42035|What I should find 42035|If I should wander all alone, 42035|He said: "Let be, 42035|Let be the fears 42035|That seem to be, 42035|Let us be glad 42035|That the joy 42035|Of our home shall be, 42035|And be as sweet 42035|As the joy we cherish now. 42035|For let us know 42035|As a child who weeps 42035|As a man, we too 42035|Are glad; and happy then." 42035|And all day long 42035|I loved the place, 42035|For there in my own way 42035|I found the way 42035|Into the joy 42035|Of the olden day; 42035|And then, and then the day. 42035|And, as I loved the place, 42035|I grew to know 42035|As a child that knew 42035|What I should find, 42035|For a friend and child, 42035|I grew to see 42035|How great life's joy 42035|Could be in the olden days. 42035|And all day long I loved the place; 42035|For there, with my child, I went, 42035|With the olden joy I found 42035|Wherein my feet might roam 42035|All day long. 42035|And when the night was done, 42035|When the lights began to twinkle 42035|At the end of the street, 42035|I could see that my child had 42035|Had a dream, 42035|That had seemed the same 42035|As the dreams the olden days. 42035|And what was the dream about? 42035|Nothing; and yet 42035|The day was past; 42035|I dreamed no more, 42035|And I dreamed no more-- 42035|But, as the night grew dim, 42035|I heard the night bird singing 42035|With a low sweet note ======================================== SAMPLE 2480 ======================================== 4010|The knight that never knew of fear, 4010|Yet trembled to the thought of crime, 4010|Pierced our proud baron's spine with steel, 4010|And laid him dead at bottom of the fosse. 4010|Thus while the host was gathered round, 4010|And every ear was fixed on Fate, 4010|That fateful day beheld we stay 4010|The lance-bearer in his course; 4010|Yet all within, unknown to pain, 4010|Sang still as when the knights were slain; 4010|For many a lady, in the shade, 4010|Reclined, by fancy hears the song: 4010|No other music fills the air, 4010|No eye is bent, no hand is stirred, 4010|But echoes fall on treble ear, 4010|And all is still till judgement sate. 4010|Yet, when his song, with soundless clang, 4010|The lonely forest tost, and rang 4010|With clangour of the wind in chase, 4010|The startled shepherd to his steed 4010|Went forth; and, to the peasantry, 4010|The news that came their battle bore; 4010|Tower and bastion swept away 4010|Beneath the banners of France, 4010|And Vandalia's land of snow, 4010|And the wide Saxon's savage wall. 4010|Yet in the field of battle ne'er, 4010|While lance and helm are bright, 4010|Has France a victory in so great a sway; 4010|No vassal of such fearful might 4010|Has ever sought the field alone; 4010|By castles, lakes, and vales, his course 4010|He scours the world like a brave knight. 4010|Himself with sceptre in his hand, 4010|And in dark shades of woodland drear, 4010|He rules, nor ever, like the Knight 4010|Of Valour's grave on Normandy's plain, 4010|Hath left his life his sire's abode, 4010|Though living in all hearts around; 4010|His soul, if to it some return, 4010|Like him of old so wide and strong, 4010|Hath been for ever on earth's bosom fraught. 4010|And when the battle raged abroad, 4010|The English king, amid his troop, 4010|Met with the English hero there, 4010|To ask how he might aid the cause. 4010|The woeful squire, that for his child 4010|By treachery was doomed to bleed, 4010|Looked on with pitying air, and said 4010|"To us no less the hazard pays, 4010|Because so often to our hands 4010|England's vengeance we have borne." 4010|But, "Lord! to trust," he scarce had said, 4010|"A squire who never understood 4010|Our pain; that, on so brave an arm, 4010|Let every good and brave heart have place." 4010|He paused a moment, then replied 4010|Unto that valiant earl: "Thy look, 4010|Thy looks of mildness o'er us cast, 4010|And I had deem'd the knight of might 4010|Of the old Saxon line had died a death of shame; 4010|But such the judgment of the blast: 4010|Yet, as thy daughter is of worth, 4010|And of such might in battle blent, 4010|Shall Europe burn for her repose; 4010|And England in these wilds shall rue the day." 4010|'Twas the first hour of sunset-tide, 4010|When the dawn's first drowsy flush 4010|The still pool spreads for rest and ease 4010|About the western hills; 4010|When the wan stars, like winged gales, 4010|Float through the reedy glades, 4010|And the still air, like an unseen shrine, 4010|Is a shrine of love and bliss. 4010|The first faint blush of the moon 4010|Turned silent as the wayfaring host 4010|From the dark forest trail: 4010|When we saw slowly creeping o'er 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 2490 ======================================== 2732|The people want this great idea; 2732|I never heard what they want, 2732|But I'll say what I think they need 2732|(Though if I've got my conscience clean, 2732|I cannot keep from saying it). 2732|They've a great time under fire: 2732|To be a martyr you've got to try 2732|As hard as he that's written it, 2732|(As he that's written it has tried, 2732|I think the world will kindly take 2732|A man like him and let him try). 2732|They've a great way to travel on 2732|Till they get back to England 2732|(But I know they have a dash 2732|Of good stuff in a little pocket), 2732|And they never have to sleep at all 2732|That's very bad indeed and rude. 2732|But I'm sure they've a very small chance; 2732|I'm sure I'm wrong. Oh! God pity 2732|Old Misery! (If I had the power, 2732|I'd run for a Bishop without delay, 2732|And be a Pope and then a priest): 2732|Then Heaven help him! (he would not a malencolie) 2732|God pity him! That's the best way to go. 2732|I thought you'd like to hear from me. 2732|The country is beautiful, 2732|The country is fair, 2732|But let me tell you what I'm going to say 2732|In regard to the country. 2732|If you don't like it, why don't you go 2732|And change with another woman 2732|There's a garden in the country: 2732|And it is a pleasant country, 2732|But I can't, because the people 2732|Are rude to me and take away 2732|My place and my enjoyment 2732|And if you like it, go and tell your neighbors, 2732|I've nothing against it: 2732|They can't well stand gazing at a woman 2732|In a heavy coat under her bonnet 2732|A' dripping with the rain: 2732|They think it a disgrace; 2732|It isn't a habit that she adopted; 2732|But it happens to be one 2732|That is common among boys 2732|(Or else it's only a habit of mine): 2732|But she's a girl, and I don't like girls; 2732|If she's a boy he's an idol 2732|Who'd better do without: 2732|Go and tell your neighbors, they can't well stand staring at her, 2732|She's too old for a girl; 2732|I don't like big boys, 2732|But if you're a man 2732|You must take her up if you want her to be a woman: 2732|I don't like big boys, I say; 2732|Don't go, and I don't blame you if you should. 2732|I don't like big boys, but if you don't want a girl 2732|You must look at a man. 2732|You are to be pitied. 2732|How could a country man 2732|Constantly be sulking 2732|When he can't get place 2732|Because his country's turning out of phase? 2732|If you haven't got any children, why, 2732|Why don't you have any? 2732|Or if you do, why let them be 2732|Instead of having them? 2732|The men of the country have a right 2732|To be pitied, don't you see? 2732|The women have an even right 2732|To be pitied, do you see? 2732|We all of a body, it seems to me, 2732|Have a right to a house; 2732|You could be doing a deed to spoil it, 2732|And not think it a crime 2732|To leave it; what's a man to do 2732|With half of the necessaries there? 2732|We all of a body have a right 2732|To a decent dinner, I think; 2732|To a pleasant word spoken or said, 2732|To a chat, a half-formed wish, 2732|To a little talk ======================================== SAMPLE 2500 ======================================== 26199|We had a bargain, sir--it's true-- 26199|We'd sell our houses, if we could; 26199|But when he took himself away, 26199|And left us, we could not find him. 26199|"We took, as a rule, up the cash, 26199|And all our creditors were paid; 26199|The banker, by the bye-laws, 26199|Our bonds were quite a waste of cash. 26199|We've plenty of cash--'twas the fact-- 26199|We took them, as it were out of date. 26199|A man who took his life away 26199|Might have a quarrel with the banks,-- 26199|It really wouldn't be better 26199|Than to have both your cash and yean; 26199|And yet there wasn't peace till he 26199|Went in and sat down as a 'keeper! 26199|A very slight chance of life 26199|We took with him on various adventures."-- 26199|"Well, he may have made the most of it, 26199|But you never think of it when you're drinking. 26199|You're always thinking of the past orchard, 26199|Or of the river--and, in truth, 26199|I think it would have been wiser, sir, 26199|For both your houses and your life 26199|To get the rest you had before." 26199|"To us it will appear unkind 26199|Not to get your hopes up when you're drinking-- 26199|The most of our life was not a load 26199|That we could just as well have tossed on _the _rail_." 26199|"And what of the future? I have seen 26199|Of a house that's fall'n on some waste water, 26199|And of a garden that's wasted too-- 26199|So I'm not unhappy with my lot, 26199|And I hope that my lot is to bear." 26199|"And yet there's one part of your story 26199|I've missed, and that's that the bank fore-talked; 26199|And your future is, like my own, 26199|The least of our fears and our worries. 26199|I've made some preparations, sir-- 26199|I have to attend to _some_ things." 26199|"Yes, sir--to-morrow begin them; 26199|The bank will give you a share of it. 26199|To-morrow night--at nine o'clock-- 26199|It's midnight at Waterloo Pier; 26199|And though I'd like to see you now, 26199|You'd better be there to-morrow." 26199|"I don't know if I ought to begin-- 26199|It's rather late, and I've little time,-- 26199|But I am much indebted to you, sir, 26199|For what you've thought and done to-day." 26199|"You've written some lines of mine to-day, 26199|And you've put on my names where those do not appear; 26199|But you may have got them from a friend of yours, 26199|Then your friend thinks himself a poet too. 26199|You are not a poet? Well, sir, if you are, 26199|There are few people on earth half so clever-- 26199|Few folks, you must own, quite so _prodigiously_ bright, 26199|Though the world says "not to be mistaken." 26199|You would say 'twas an excellent man, 26199|And a very clever fellow too; 26199|But he thought the road to Waterloo 26199|Was all a little steep and black. 26199|The road is long, and rough, and black, 26199|And his horse broke down as he galloped on. 26199|All that gall, and all that trouble, 26199|He put down to the loss of the last mile, 26199|And what he would do in that sorry state 26199|He now put on to prove it right. 26199|You ought to have seen him, and ought to have heard, 26199|The poor bit horse that was his charge to him; 26199|And his name was "Bub,"--and the trouble he had-- 26199|You ought to have heard him swear--and swear. 26199|Oh, the poor ======================================== SAMPLE 2510 ======================================== 16376|A thousand kisses, and a thousand names, 16376|Which still were yours, as of old; a thousand views, 16376|Of life from your far home, and of the years 16376|That made them what they were, and not again. 16376|A thousand times--and yet not for a day 16376|Makes man the same as he was yesterday; 16376|Not for a day makes man an excursé, 16376|But for a lifetime of solid truth; is left 16376|A flame to trace the steps of his desire,-- 16376|With tears and kisses he becomes a husband. 16376|Oh, the dream that was life, to live it through, 16376|The life no sense of loss outlived; a heaven 16376|Where all was truth and nothing but, in sun 16376|And water, grass and flower, and all in flower. 16376|Oh, the rapture of living that the mind 16376|Seemed all to make, to meet, to yield, to hear, 16376|To gaze on, through the rapture of life and thought! 16376|To know and not to know, oh, to have and hold-- 16376|To see and hear and not to hear, to feel and not feel, 16376|To know and not to feel; all life and death 16376|Made one; to know, and not to know, was Life. 16376|The Life was Life; my lips could not prolong 16376|Its sentence; the end was far away to me. 16376|The Future stood in the way of my way, 16376|And took my substance, not my thinking mind; 16376|The Present sat with me on these sad hills, 16376|And beckoned at me with her silver hands, 16376|And walked with me on the downs; she was my host: 16376|But I was not her servant,--I was afraid. 16376|She gave me shelter and life's best diet, 16376|But threatened that I found my journey vain 16376|To-morrow, in the dark and silent night, 16376|And that to-morrow might see the dark abyss 16376|I had so hid from human eyes but yesterday. 16376|I knew that the world was cruel and cold, 16376|That the best things were fenced round the narrow pass, 16376|And that a few blind men might stumble on life's truth, 16376|And stumbling on the truth might die among the darkness. 16376|But I did not feel the world's cruelty; 16376|I knew that love could find a sheltering host 16376|For what it hated, and that a brave soul 16376|Might have courage to wander past the reach 16376|Of cruel fate, and have courage to endure. 16376|I knew this, and wept before I learned it; 16376|Yet it came to me--this thought: What if I die 16376|Beside my own son at birth or the end? 16376|I lived as God wills, and I knew it, I; 16376|Yet I did not know how far beyond it all 16376|Another thought began to wonder why 16376|The will of God should rule so long, and why 16376|God in His time had forgot my worth as wife 16376|And mother--that we are not meant to feel. 16376|It was but as a wind that brought a rose 16376|To a gardened cedar--and all that it wrought 16376|Made the cedar taller and the rose none the less. 16376|And when we grew older, it was all too strange 16376|To think there was no help for it--we grew older; 16376|And when my last year's shadow had come on me, 16376|The thought came, Oh, my mind was such a dreamer! 16376|We drifted and talked apart, and I felt sure 16376|That if I prayed a prayer, it would not be heard; 16376|We laughed because I let my hopes and dreams 16376|Beset me, and my thoughts were such a mix. 16376|"A husband I shall be before, and then"-- 16376|You said it; no, I answered "I shall be dead; 16376|The night is dark and cold; we shall not sail; 16376|But we will sit and wait till love and hope 16376|Are met in death, ======================================== SAMPLE 2520 ======================================== 1381|With a song of a bird upon a branch. 1381|He sang it o'er and o'er, at her feet. 1381|He sang it the whole day through, 1381|In the spring to the dusk of the moon - 1381|And the child thought in wonder and sorrow, 1381|"I never shall be like William!" 1381|Then he kissed the hair of her head. 1381|He kissed the cheek of her feet. 1381|In her arms he put a pearl and a diamond. 1381|He put it down, and with eyes downcast, 1381|He kissed it twice and thrice, 1381|And "Oh, that's my baby now!" 1381|As he kissed his love the third time, 1381|She heard the white dove fly, 1381|And clasped her hands and said, "I never will!" 1381|O'er them in his arms he laid her 1381|In the twilight of the night. - 1381|Her lips were wet for tears, 1381|As a child's mayflower is wet with May. 1381|"Come home, my darling, come home, my baby, 1381|And be glad, as I am glad! 1381|Come to the light of my love's kind eyes, 1381|And kiss them, and drink their love." 1381|O, the soft moon o'er the waters, 1381|O, the silver stars in heaven; 1381|And a whisper in the midnight silence, 1381|And a sound of the ship's motion on the beach. 1381|The moon and the stars and the ship, 1381|The sea and the moon and the stars! 1381|There were sounds o'er all these hidden places, 1381|Of the whispering of waters in the dark; 1381|Of a voice, that in the night was heard, 1381|And the sound of the ship's motion on the sea. 1381|The moon and the stars and the ship, 1381|The sea and the moon and the stars! 1381|Like a ship a-sailing in the night, 1381|Like a ship a-sailing in the night: 1381|And the voice of the night was, "Come home, come home to-night!" 1381|And the moon and the stars and the ship, 1381|The sea and the moon and the ship. 1381|O, the soft moon o'er the waters, 1381|O, the silver stars in heaven: 1381|And a whisper in the midnight silence, 1381|And a sound of the ship's motion on the sea. 1381|O, the soft moon o'er the waters, 1381|And the silver stars in heaven. 1381|Like a little flower in the night, 1381|Like a flower in the night: 1381|And the voice of the night was, "Oh, come home to-night!" 1381|And the moon and the stars and the ship, 1381|The sea and the moon and the ship! 1381|There was a sound o'er all these hidden places, 1381|Of the creaking oars at night 1381|And the singing of birds on the heights:- 1381|A wild bird's song: or was it shrill 1381|Of a nightingale?-and the star-winged 1381|Birds of heaven from their nest in air! 1381|How, with fluttering wing and dainty ear, 1381|Sang the nightingale to the nightingale! 1381|And the birds were glad, and the nights were bright 1381|While the nightingale, her song renewing, 1381|Sang to those in heaven, "Oh, come! come! come!" - 1381|And the nightingale to nightingale singing. 1381|O, the soft moon o'er the waters, 1381|O, the silver stars in heaven! 1381|And the whispering in the silent night! 1381|The nightingales sang, and died. 1381|A nightingale! a nightingale! 1381|A wild bird's song: or was it sad, 1381|Sad, in such times, as these? - 1381|And the birds in their deep nests died, 1381|Alone, in the silent night! 1381|O, the ======================================== SAMPLE 2530 ======================================== 38511|This place of peace and lustre, 38511|Of beauty and of life, 38511|Wherever love and lust are found, 38511|This is the fountain-head 38511|Where the bright waves of life run. 38511|When love or beauty falls 38511|The blood of this fountain is 38511|The place where it first may be. 38511|I have my eye on the earth of the eternal Lord, 38511|And I turn my face unto it, but the eyes grow dim: 38511|And I cannot find the way unto him. 38511|When my heart grows faint and my hands become empty, 38511|Then my feet remain upon the barren shore, 38511|As I lean upon the hand of night. 38511|When my heart grows weary and old, 38511|And I look into the abysses of life, 38511|Then I see at last the truth 38511|That had been hidden in the deep, 38511|And I speak to the world, "Come away!" 38511|I will draw nigh, and with my soul I will sit, 38511|And with mine eyes close shut, I will gaze thereon; 38511|And with my soul will I lead you unto Him 38511|And with my hands will I teach you the way unto Him. 38511|Oh, my heart is so full of joy! 38511|Ah, the joy of my life! 38511|I have lived in the world, but I can no more, 38511|For my day, in the world, is come at length. 38511|What is that in the moon which is shining so fair 38511|Which seems to me so distant and far away? 38511|I know not what it is that all men name joy, 38511|Yet it gushes from all hearts like summer rain 38511|And, oh, what does it all mean if I ask of it? 38511|I know not what it is that I love so well; 38511|But I bow before the hands of my Maker, 38511|And the face of my Creator I seek unto. 38511|Oh, I know this is but a dream, which in vain is broken; 38511|I have lived in the flesh, and it has been given over; 38511|I will take my life, and my heart, and be done with it, 38511|And I will go to the land of my childhood. 38511|The world of pleasure is but an empty name to me, 38511|And I see the face of my Lord and my Saviour, 38511|And I know that I love and that I am beloved. 38511|My feet are weary with wandering and song; 38511|Do you hear the call which the birds of the air 38511|Give each to each in their note of gladness?... 38511|O, give me thy heart, my dear Lord and my Saviour, 38511|And take from my palm a few days of this world's weariness to prepare me 38511|thee, thou art mine and thine, 38511|And to come whence I may not dwell, 38511|All I ask is to live at thy side, 38511|And to leave this world of sorrow behind! 38511|I am weary with love, and with desire, 38511|And with the rest thou hast made them all meet, 38511|Since all were from me, and all the world's disgrace 38511|Is but a token of this beauty I love. 38511|I know no law save the law of thy love; 38511|I cannot see how the trees in the valley 38511|Or the stars are made here, since, oh Lord, Thou 38511|hast made them in heaven to receive me, 38511|And they stand on their heads on thine altar-stone: 38511|But the light of thy word is my star to the moon, 38511|And all the darkness, and all the blurring of mist, 38511|That is left by the evening to the stars. 38511|The world of pleasure is but an empty name to me; 38511|Yet still I hold on, clinging to every shore. 38511|My life is a garden, the sea of it is pain; 38511|The rose-leaves are but water, the sun-leaves are fire; 38511|My thirst is a bee, and my hunger a bee; 38511|The roses, my darl ======================================== SAMPLE 2540 ======================================== 38549|Fairer than the best 38549|That beauty can 38549|In all her bright array. 38549|Sweet, sweet, my dear, 38549|(Love, guide and guard thee) 38549|In all thy bright array. 38549|Thy sweet, thy pure, 38549|(Love, guard thee) 38549|In all thy bright array. 38549|Fair is our beauty, but not fair enough 38549|To let us sit a-dream, and look 38549|Upon one loveliness, and still lie 38549|The more from the wrong that it commits; 38549|If such as we, the Gods can paint 38549|More than the best that man can do. 38549|But such, alas! is man's estate, 38549|And such his doom: all things we love 38549|Are inly our own, so much more 38549|Than good or evil in our hearts. 38549|Thus shall our pleasures and our pains be done, 38549|In this our transient life of pleasure; 38549|And joy, and sorrow, shall not cease: 38549|But all of these shall one day be done 38549|In our eternal sleep: and then, good, 38549|And then in that blessed sleep 38549|Which is not fear, nor sorrow, 38549|But eternal peace; in which shall be 38549|All sorrows that we suffer; 38549|Which man, for self, hath ne'er beheld. 38549|When this false world shall come to pass, 38549|(Thou, O my true-love! dear, dear!) 38549|Thine shall it be no more feared; 38549|In this fair, fair estate 38549|Shall dwell thine own sweet, joyous selves; 38549|Thou shalt see all life in thy self. 38549|Then all things shall be thine; 38549|Thou shalt lie still and do not wail, 38549|Nor sorrow for this loss to repair, 38549|Though haply thy life in it 38549|Be not so rich, that thou canst no where 38549|Perceive thy beauty: when death brings 38549|A calm without a sorrow; 38549|When thou hast done all things the best, 38549|Then shalt thou in peace sit down 38549|Nor sorrow that thou canst not see 38549|To cry, Thou canst not see! 38549|But, when th' untravell'd world must see 38549|This wealth of beauty, then, dear! then, then, 38549|Then shalt thou do as nature bids; 38549|Then shalt thou sit with all around 38549|As a King at the royal feast, 38549|Who for the good of all doth feed 38549|His army without the least end 38549|Of his own joy, while yet he feels 38549|The hunger of their sweet desires. 38549|Then shalt thou weep; but when the tears 38549|Are dried and dry, then shalt thou cry, 38549|'O my Love! behold what riches here!' 38549|With these sweet voices sweet and low 38549|Thou shalt be heard to answer YES 38549|And NO things with complete ease. 38549|And when thou shalt die, then shalt thou look 38549|With perfect sweetness up to God; 38549|And say, though in thy death no soule die, 38549|Thou canst not read, or know a soul. 38549|_Charmed_, _calm-souled_. 38549|What if the light 38549|Of thy dear face should be forgot; 38549|Then should I be alone, 38549|Sorrow not with me, be peace 38549|With my most happy, be grace 38549|To thy most sorrowful, be joy 38549|To thine own, and not me; 38549|I shall still, by sweet surprise, 38549|See in thy face what joy 38549|Was not enough, nor yet 38549|Almost forgot, my soul! 38549|If in the spring thy locks should be wet, 38549|When every stream must stay 38549|And never run away; 38549|Whether a bird should sing 38549|Singing with more voice, or sing 38549|With such fuller joy; 38549|Or I ======================================== SAMPLE 2550 ======================================== 2428|And in the face of all this age of rage and shame, 2428|The moral men all the age have written, and that's this: 2428|"For love of man, love Nature"--if Nature be but shapeless, 2428|Uniform, uniform, 2428|Unstable, unmanageable, 2428|Then love no more, love nothing, 2428|All that is, is but a dream: 2428|Possession's less than nought; 2428|Love still is the key-chain; 2428|Love is the universe! 2428|'Tis but a vision gone, 2428|A dream that lives again! 2428|What love is still, we see 2428|In nature's face, the same 2428|But changed, without a flaw 2428|In colour, grace, and form. 2428|The eye of God is there, 2428|In every lovely thing; 2428|And if man's love is vain, 2428|We know the Lord can help. 2428|Then let us love our kind, 2428|Who at our service find 2428|That all this beauty, all this worth 2428|Is but a shade, a gleam, 2428|A vapour left behind, 2428|A color we can trace; 2428|A colour, form, and grace! 2428|As when by night the stars appear, 2428|Along the sky that's blue, 2428|A radiant halo spreads above 2428|The glory of the moon. 2428|So, by that mystery known 2428|Which in the world shall last, 2428|Love, God, shall be in every place 2428|Whose faces lie beneath; 2428|For that old, old, old secret holds 2428|That never will pass away. 2428|Thus, by that God alone I trust, 2428|The world shall pass away; 2428|And never pass again 2428|The promise which my heart began, 2428|With awe and love as still. 2428|O no! not pass the promise too, 2428|The hope that once would break; 2428|The hope of joy without end, 2428|The love of love without end; 2428|But leave the old, old secrets all, 2428|Like snow that melts above the snow; 2428|And leave behind, like them, 2428|The hope and love of faith and trust, 2428|The hope of God without end, 2428|The hope of man without measure, 2428|That God shall be without end, 2428|When the world pass away! 2428|'Tis true that Nature hath forgot 2428|The first man's first, best desire; 2428|Then let them talk of Nature's pride, 2428|By pride let them be sworn: 2428|The pride of Nature, be she meant, 2428|That pretends the world can be 2428|A centre of delight, no less 2428|Pure and undefiled: 2428|The God that Nature's plan would form 2428|No less than man would trust; 2428|Let then the whole creation smile 2428|As smiling man would have it do. 2428|Yet why should all we human scenes, 2428|Be thus divided off? 2428|What's earth a stage, whose numbers move 2428|With infinite variety? 2428|What's man a scene, whose pulse is set 2428|Where all must be at rest? 2428|To man is given the highest aim, 2428|To man is given the best part; 2428|On that best rest can he not rest, 2428|Till that best rest be done? 2428|For what's existence? that in him 2428|Is nothing else than rest? 2428|That he's the centre of all good? 2428|That man is made of heaven? 2428|That, in his bosom, all is hid? 2428|He does but give the picture? 2428|And yet the picture is good 2428|(We know it), does not mean heaven? 2428|A world of love would set him free 2428|From this unhappy sphere. 2428|As much as he could wish it so, 2428|He is the centre there. 2428|No, man's ======================================== SAMPLE 2560 ======================================== 19221|And the great Queen that reigned in Heaven above-- 19221|Her fair face seen through the curtains of the tomb, 19221|And the great Queen that reigned in Heaven above 19221|Hath left her kingdom and her legions to thee, 19221|And hast thou left Jerusalem too to mourn 19221|And to weep and lament that thou didst not reign? 19221|Ah, what is a King to a mortal like me! 19221|On the throne of Him who reigns on earth above, 19221|For ever happy Isles have often turned 19221|And left their realms to mark the joy below; 19221|And the long runime has been the same to them, 19221|They have loved their realms, they have loved their freights, 19221|They have known the joys which are the human pride, 19221|They have known the woes that are the woes of men. 19221|He that is happy hath his soul in peace 19221|Whose joy is complete content and unenvied, 19221|And his woe is that of others, with whom 19221|He needs must cope, when he hath known the end. 19221|For the world's wise men, the world's heart-devouring, 19221|Hath often told their folly's great deceits, 19221|And made it sadder, which doth make it dote, 19221|To have lived in folly and not in bliss. 19221|Then, be not coy, but be the better man, 19221|And be the wiser for having known them all; 19221|Have you seen anything that can compare 19221|With the sad faces of thy poor departed? 19221|Have you marked aught in the heavens that doth grieve? 19221|May it be not the sad faces of my dear, 19221|Whom these sad eyes have unseen and unseen 19221|Of their long, long absence, through thick and thin, 19221|Through rain, and sunshine, and starlight, and dream? 19221|Have they found a sheltered haven, a bay 19221|In the dark sea? has one voice called from the gloom 19221|Unto the passing gull, o'er the dim sea-rim 19221|Whose voice is sad, yet noble, for all woe? 19221|Or did some sad soul, when it had prayed vainly, 19221|By the light of the rising morn, wake 19221|Faint notes of sorrow from the nightingale 19221|In the dark of that lonely house? 19221|Oh, what is the memory of that poor Past? 19221|The dim, unvisited Past, that knows thee not! 19221|All silent, all forgotten in the gloom; 19221|And there thou art, O Liberty! and there 19221|Thou art, and ever shalt be, though nought doth move 19221|Thy little heart to pity or to love. 19221|For that is thy grave, and there thy spirit lies 19221|In the sweet air, and breathes upon the grass, 19221|Dry-wailing, and murmuring to and mocks thee. 19221|What though no flowers spring from the mouldering 19221|Beside thy quiet, long-neglected urn, 19221|The grass is green, the trees are flourishing; 19221|There will come anigh the sun, and nought will move 19221|Thy little heart from loving thy poor land. 19221|"Thy voice is sad, and thy bright eye sad, 19221|And thy pale cheek is wan, and tinged with woe" 19221|(So sang the nightingales in summer) 19221|"But be kind, kind and spare my garden, 19221|Far, far too far from human mould" 19221|Thus sang the garden-lark to me; 19221|But I, who was not in a garden, 19221|Not a single spot in all the world, 19221|Could counsel take from such a soaring bird; 19221|Sure not one of the countless multitude 19221|Would do so much for me, and do yet so much,-- 19221|One that would stoop down and fly unto me, 19221|Cling to the earth with all his pinions spread, 19221|And fly back, even to the heavenly Isles, 19221|Where every voice of mine was heard eternally ======================================== SAMPLE 2570 ======================================== 1365|And as I listened, lo, the sound of a trumpet 1365|Ranged in the air, and the crowd, in measured song, 1365|Tossed its head about the walls of the hall. 1365|But it seemed to me this was the sound of a trumpet 1365|Gilding a door in the house of God, which yet was shut, 1365|I saw the old judge with his book in his hand, 1365|He was reading, and I could see his fierce eyes shine, 1365|And in his hand the judge's badge, and I heard him say, 1365|"I have done in God's name, and it shall stand for a sign 1365|In the face of the world." 1365|I was young and bold; 1365|I did not count on the Lord to shield me from sin. 1365|I have been in the way, and the Lord will not hide his face, 1365|But I have taken a new heart and a new hope for the Lord 1365|To protect and to heal. 1365|The Judge comes in again, and once more the door was shut, 1365|Only the Judge said, 1365|"Go on your way, and look not back!" 1365|And then again, and yet again, the trumpet blew, 1365|The sign stood there on the wall, with the cross of the Saviour. 1365|I know my strength is at end, 1365|My strength is o'er, 1365|For the Saviour and I have been faithful to our God 1365|And to the law. 1365|His strength and mine are gone, 1365|And must be, 1365|Because I have put my hope on the devil and the King! 1365|Away, away, away, out of his sight,-- 1365|Out of his sight, and out of mine, 1365|But I should like to have that still in my mind. 1365|And yet, O Lord, let not this be a blame 1365|To me, and not to him who is still 1365|In the love by which the Judge said, 1365|"Go on your way, and listen for God's word!" 1365|And shall not this still be God's word? 1365|I cannot help liking you more, 1365|And I can only rejoice that the world 1365|Has learned how good the life you lead, 1365|The living and the abiding word! 1365|For now I think there is hope for all, 1365|Says the preacher, and is his hope fulfilled, 1365|Who with the Holy Spirit is a king 1365|And rules the world as he governs himself. 1365|I cannot tell you how it is by rote, 1365|But some of the time I do not think, 1365|But sometimes I would go down to the fields 1365|In the summer time and look at the sheep, 1365|I think of the flocks, I of the meadows cool, 1365|Where the golden shepherds come or the hares that run 1365|In the meadows warm with the perfume of clover, 1365|But I think of the Shepherd of the Land, 1365|And I think what a life with him I should lead. 1365|What a life is that for a young and willing soul, 1365|When the soil pays for its toil and the sun pays for its light, 1365|When the wind blows, and the driftwood is good for bread, 1365|And a house is all that is wanting for an honest home. 1365|That is the life most men in Bethlehem knew, 1365|And a name like "Saviour" is better sung by none, 1365|Than the name of the man who says to the poor, 1365|As he comes down the hill, "I am thy Shepherd;" 1365|As he goes into the lonely wood for shelter, 1365|And goes out at the close of the day, 1365|"Arise; and from the meadows eat, and drink, and sleep, 1365|Come and eat, drink, and sleep at my board, 1365|To-morrow I go to the Fire and Sword 1365|Till the day of judgment come to pass!" 1365|Yes, and even then, though these good things be, 1365|And there be little need to weep, to sigh ======================================== SAMPLE 2580 ======================================== 5185|"Now, please the maidens, leave me alone, 5185|Where misfortune ever wanders; 5185|Send thine hostess homeward through the forest, 5185|To the woodlands to the mountains, 5185|Where her kind hero often wanders. 5185|"Thither I shall send her as my messenger, 5185|Send the maid with garlands of triumph 5185|On her way; my love shall follow thee. 5185|In the Northland lies my happy bridegroom, 5185|In the kingdom of Untamo; dwells he still, 5185|Sitting in the palace, by my side?" 5185|Thus he spake to troubled Väinämöinen, 5185|And again spake sadly, eagle-like; 5185|"True is all thou hast spoken, beloved, 5185|Thou art well aware, my dearest friend, 5185|How my faith greatly galled with departing, 5185|How I galled when thou, my life departed; 5185|And yet I vowed, when thou didst pass, 5185|To return to bear thy message, 5185|I would see thy greatness renewed. 5185|"But the wish I vowed was never fed; 5185|Like a grain of gold, my longing thirsts, 5185|Taste of life have I none, nor wishes, 5185|I have neither wish, nor longing, 5185|I have neither joy, nor sorrow. 5185|On the distant deeps of Tuonela, 5185|There, their home, in a lake they quench them, 5185|And with water transform their bodies; 5185|But to me their ancient magic 5185|And the might of their magic weakens. 5185|Here then is Tuonela's water, 5185|There the briny torrent wildly rolling; 5185|Does the bride from my bosom sever, 5185|From my heart, the one devoted? 5185|Never can I quit thy kindred 5185|When I share the drink of strangers. 5185|Beauteous girls and beauteous young men, 5185|Who in days of yore have dwelt here, 5185|Be not gay, be not troubled, be not 5185|angry, beloved of Suomi. 5185|"O thou wisdom-singer, Louhi, 5185|Wise and learned, who canst unravell 5185|The wound that Death has made in us, 5185|That we cannot heal nor hope to ease, 5185|And that makes us to bitter tears! 5185|Well I know thou canst enchant me 5185|With the words of my former life. 5185|When my father, old and powerless, 5185|By the sword was slain by force of Venetian master, 5185|And my mother, faithful nurse of me, 5185|When a penniless boy, in childhood nursed, 5185|Slipped beneath the pike-hole of a hunter, 5185|I was left without a father, lone. 5185|For a thousand summers, faithful nurse, 5185|I have thought of thee, and cherished thee, 5185|For thy future I have many prayers 5185|That my years and wishes be fulfilled; 5185|That my husband I may see once more, 5185|Once again may sport in joyance winnowed 5185|By the sword that cut my father's flesh, 5185|By the gauntlets worn by my dear husband. 5185|In the days when I could work nor play, 5185|Wandered I through the land and country, 5185|Wind-swept by the wandering currents 5185|O'er the snow-fields of Pohyola. 5185|Oftentimes I stole in wonder, 5185|Through the snow-drifts of the Northland, 5185|Where the snow-sledge winds amid the reeds, 5185|Covered with thistle and asphodel, 5185|Singing in the reeds and grasses, 5185|Singing magic songs to entertain 5185|Children coming from the farm-yard. 5185|Oftentimes did I stray enchantered, 5185|Wind-encampred in the old man's land, 5185|Often stood within the moonlight, 5185|Sang spells of light and ======================================== SAMPLE 2590 ======================================== 3255|"I have heard the good 3255|From others, yet I never had heard 3255|And by you the tale is told. 3255|The little you give, the little you have, 3255|I thank you for most gladly!" 3255|And so to rest, and so to wait 3255|Till the next day would come. 3255|(The last time my eyes hearkened to one in the street I caught 3255|the look of some woman's tender self-possession, as the tears 3255|dropt from its eyes: her voice, low and sweet, like a child's. At 3255|the top: "It is the last time!"; but the look, and the 3255|voice in the words it uttered, made it seem that she had 3255|heard it far away.) 3255|At last I knew, at last 3255|Of the girl who still had not turned to me. And, oh, how 3255|sweet to feel, and yet how sweet to hear, 3255|In a quiet room, the voice whose meaning 3255|Was only mine to see. 3255|The little they give you, 3255|It is less to them than to you; 3255|If you ask no more of the life that you live 3255|Than it might have been, 3255|What could be done more simply, 3255|Or what more justly won, 3255|When the little you give them 3255|Is just as much yours as to me 3255|As to every human soul? 3255|"If you ever hear the way I use words, 3255|When someone speaks your language, remember 3255|The time you used to speak it - 3255|I do so because I should hold it dear, 3255|The way I use words, 3255|And I think it were dishonouring, 3255|So should your gift, 3255|When you give them words that are far your own 3255|To think that I hold them dear. 3255|"I ought to hold them dear, because 3255|I have taught and roamed and worked with you, 3255|As I think of you, my heart's delight, 3255|To the day of our meeting; 3255|I ought to hold them dear because 3255|I have learnt to share the joy and trouble 3255|That it is to be learning 3255|And working with you now. 3255|"I ought to hold them dear, because 3255|I have taught them their best to utter loudest, 3255|To speak their truth through loudest, 3255|And I think that I, now so full of your grace 3255|And honour, speak them loudest 3255|Because I have been learning 3255|To share with you now. 3255|"I ought to hold them dear, because 3255|I want you to be what you have been, 3255|And I want you in my life the same 3255|As when first you were mine; 3255|So in coming to your home to-night 3255|I would ask what could be more to me 3255|Than to see you now. 3255|"I ought to be what I was when 3255|You strove with me, and taught me to strive; 3255|So I know I ought to hold them dear, 3255|Because I used to teach you to teach 3255|To-day, my dear! 3255|"And I think it would be honour 3255|To have such a night of meeting here, 3255|To think of you as all I have seen, 3255|And, having done this work, to do well; 3255|And I think I ought to be glad to be 3255|What you are, my dear! 3255|"When you are at your ease in your room 3255|And have made yourself ready to greet me, 3255|When you have left me half an angel, 3255|To feel you in your strength, and to speak 3255|Your name--oh, then, when I have done that, 3255|I think I ought to be glad of what 3255|I have taught you--you have known it, 3255|What you have gone through." 3255|I strode out, and came upon her 3255|On my way to meet ======================================== SAMPLE 2600 ======================================== 28591|My soul the only soul in my body; 28591|All other bodies vanish with thee, 28591|And thine alone remains, to be mine! 28591|My God! My God! Thou knowest the power 28591|Of daily acts and things that please me. 28591|How good to think upon the way 28591|Thy daily blessings make me daily bless! 28591|Thy daily labors' meaning shows, 28591|And, smiling, tell me thou wilt love me. 28591|Thy daily tasks my daily prayer 28591|Show me thy daily hopes of heaven. 28591|I trust, with all a happy heart, 28591|To meet whate'er life sends, to give what's asked. 28591|I trust to be as well prepared 28591|As those my heavenly friends are wealthy. 28591|And when I am prepared,--if poor,-- 28591|To give what from their store I do not get; 28591|To be as good to all that seek 28591|The boon to which my richly-drest shelves lend; 28591|To give away all which may possess 28591|The treasure which my richly-clad shelves yield. 28591|My Lord! I doubt the things I think, 28591|And I am sure the man I see; 28591|Then let another be 28591|Made of me, or by the rest. 28591|There is no one so great 28591|But may be saved; 28591|There is no one so little, 28591|But God may care. 28591|When man was beggar, not a crown 28591|Was all his pomp and circumstance; 28591|Now, when he's king, his faith is said 28591|To be the crown to which he's bent. 28591|O Thou, by whom men's fears are crost, 28591|That they now see, and not conceal; 28591|By whom their envy still they hear 28591|Who lead their lives by Thee; 28591|By whom, when thou rulest much, 28591|Thou mak'st the world thy country; 28591|Behold, now is the time of love 28591|Before the hearts, of men, at rest; 28591|But I could pray and all God send 28591|For this poor prayer--a prayer most pure. 28591|I dare not turn my thoughts on one 28591|Whose love so deeply burns, 28591|His bosom beats with rapturous fire 28591|To own the truth of aught; 28591|But since I so much delight in 28591|His glory, I will give him 28591|My heart, for he loves me; 28591|If I should fail, and if my thoughts 28591|Should leave me far behind, 28591|I shall not want a friend to take 28591|My place when I am gone; 28591|I shall have all that his sweet love 28591|Loves, and to him I'll add. 28591|Though he may leave me and return, 28591|Yet must I yet return. 28591|He who so dear has charmed away 28591|The thoughts of guilt and woe, 28591|The heart that could not love me more 28591|Must love me still too well. 28591|He may be gone some time, and still 28591|I must be strong to bear, 28591|To look upon myself with eye 28591|And know not how I loved thee; 28591|Yet I would have it, that, if my fears 28591|Should lose me under this sky, 28591|He ever watchful shall be, 28591|And do the things he may. 28591|'Tis hard to bear, and hard to find 28591|Some surer means of grace, 28591|And better means of calling me 28591|To do that which he would; 28591|But still I will the more rejoice, 28591|'Till that time comes to bring 28591|Upon my lips those words he sent, 28591|Which now I think so sweet. 28591|And then, in mercy's name, be mine 28591|To hear him with all care; 28591|For surely if he speak or love, 28591|I shall not feel it less; 28591|But still he'll hear and love and ======================================== SAMPLE 2610 ======================================== 18500|That's nae lang ere the sun his rise had sought. 18500|"Ai somers, sir, if he had my hair, 18500|I hae muckle reason to believe 18500|We'd like to tak' him on by the han'; 18500|For it's sae weel be our ain, sir, sae weel!" 18500|"Ha, sir maister, my liver's the same, 18500|As fat or lean you please; 18500|Your body's in fine no matter, I'll wive, 18500|It is maistly ta'en to tak by yon man,-- 18500|And he's no sae hapless, I vow, 18500|As kind, and true, and good, 18500|As weel contentat I can think him, 18500|Or any man here; 18500|Nae smile upon him, nor frown; 18500|But be cheer'd, if he find 18500|A fellow that can find 18500|A fellow that can lend him a hand 18500|For good or for ill. 18500|I cannot blame in him at all, 18500|For that I reckon good: 18500|But, faith, I weel believe, 18500|I might be wrong, were he but meek; 18500|He ne'er is kend his cheer: 18500|Hail, brethren and sisters five, 18500|That dwellers in this houre: 18500|We all have cause to mingle our wreath, 18500|We all have cause for to pray. 18500|"And by thy hame!" was John's shout, 18500|"To follow yon guid Chinee!" 18500|When the greenwood gloamin' was done, 18500|Wi' Margaret and me; 18500|And I hope he skaithless shaw 18500|When he a lone hour has gi'en, 18500|In his hame o' mine. 18500|And I wish, when he ane comes hame, 18500|To ken his honour done, 18500|That he skaithless has borne the tow'r, 18500|On his hame o' mine. 18500|My dear Margaret, the lave I'll tell you, 18500|And now's the day; 18500|My bonnie Jeanie, she shall be sae 18500|I' the gloamin' gowden. 18500|I've taken Margaret, and locked the gate, 18500|I'm down wi' a bangle; 18500|I'm down wi' a lang, lang wi'aille, 18500|And mak's a ladye to the name o't. 18500|And wha's to blame, and wha's to a fool, 18500|A hair thin gate is close-guys'd a', 18500|While ilka body claps 18500|The others, the others, 18500|As they gaed up and down, 18500|And clap and clap 18500|On the ladies, the ladies, 18500|When they gaed up and down, 18500|And clap and clap, 18500|On the ladies, the ladies, 18500|That took the kyte, 18500|Beneath the green maist fireflies' wings, 18500|And the kyte on the green grass. 18500|And in a trice they're all come hame, 18500|And the kyte on the green grass, 18500|And a' the warld be sae glad, and a' the sky, 18500|To see the kye a-drapin' 18500|O'er the land as they lei, 18500|And a' the warld be sae glad, and a' the sky, 18500|And there was naething to be seen frae morn till morn, 18500|And the young sun was blazing 18500|Out in yon bonnie dell, 18500|And the kye clapped their wings and flew away, 18500|And the kye that had the bright blue hak bail. 18500|And wha was to blame, oh wha, wha, wha! 18500|That such foolish things should hap, 18500| ======================================== SAMPLE 2620 ======================================== 1727|and to his own father's wife. A man shall surely die here in all his 1727|own place and shall be brought here in his own way with his 1727|family to the house of his father. We shall see how the 1727|lord shall punish him, but when I shall come back I will tell you 1727|all, for heaven has a mind for even." 1727|"And tell me where you hope to go to in your own house, what 1727|orders you mean to make me to go?" {80} "For god," said Telemachus 1727|splendidly, "and the men of Atreus both of them now intend to 1727|see you, as soon as you have got within your city." 1727|These words touched off a fight between the two men, and Telemachus 1727|welcomed his defeat. 1727|Then Amoebius sat down again, and the banquet was ended. Everyone 1727|was merry at once, although Ulysses began to say evil about the 1727|vulture, and how he would drive her out of the house; but the old 1727|wasters and others spoke kindly of him, and among them Ulysses 1727|and Amphinomus. When Amphinomus saw this they gave him good reception 1727|and applauded him as much as a good lamb should at a feast. Meanwhile 1727|Ulysses and Eumaeus came to the bed chamber of Penelope, where 1727|their wives were sleeping side by side. Ulysses took the cloak his 1727|father had given him, and put it into Eumaeus's hands so that he 1727|might be able to see his dear ones and to comfort them. 1727|The old man saw his son, and his cheeks were wet with tears, and 1727|as a father feels himself in the presence of a son he forgets 1727|and looks upon him. "My son," he cried, "why sleepest thou so long? 1727|tell me all about it. Are there no means of helping you, or does Jove 1727|possess you himself for to punish us? Come, help me, or I swear 1727|on my word of honor, lest the suitors steal me on my return. 1727|I swear on my word of honor that I will slay any of your 1727|household men who may try to kill me." 1727|Penelope was now a little wearied and sorrowful. Her household 1727|followed her in grief and with sorrowful emotion. 1727|Therefore, Amoebius and Amphinomus went to the place of assembly. 1727|Eumaeus was first to enter. When he saw Ulysses he cried aloud 1727|calling to heaven and to the earth from the house, "Alas, mother, 1727|why must heaven punish thee for Telemachus? His father--if indeed he 1727|even yet is alive--has laid low. Would God that he were with 1727|us, and so would I go with him!" 1727|Penelope heard everything, and her heart flamed within her, and she looked 1727|on him as though she were a son of old Vectippus; {81} then she took 1727|her stout sword down from her thigh, covered herself over with 1727|cloths, and sat down in silence, looking her husband in the face. 1727|Ulysses heard the tumult within, and came close up to her, and 1727|said, "Madam, you must not make yourself a jester; for if Telemachus 1727|had not seen me in this fashion you now would both have come 1727|to grief to your sorrow. I am not afraid of this man, although his 1727|father, Antinoüs, would have declared him a most evil counsellor 1727|to the suitors. He will have shown some great insolence, for his 1727|own son and mine had been slaughtered, and I am afraid of what will 1727|then befall me." 1727|Now when Amoebiades and Eurymachus had given way to the 1727|feeling of grief which touched them like coldness, Amphinomus who 1727|had loved his friend so tenderly, even while the maid gave him 1727|up to her own fears, took Telemachus and bade him sit down. " ======================================== SAMPLE 2630 ======================================== 3026|The last song. I am weary. 3026|MOMENTS like these bring strength to my father-- 3026|STRENGTH to the little boy with brown ears, 3026|I know of little else--his strength 3026|Has given him his boyhood. 3026|HE'S got no strength to-day-- 3026|The last time I seen them 3026|They were both in bed. 3026|"The last time the boys were together 3026|They were both in bed," 3026|They will never see together. 3026|"The last time you were away 3026|It was over now. 3026|"You are always gone: 3026|The old man 3026|Must be a fool for years to come. 3026|I can't rest alone. 3026|"I cannot go up in the wind-chimes, 3026|But still I must find you, 3026|As you used to find me." 3026|"And still you go by me 3026|Up and down." 3026|"If I lose you you will not come back; 3026|And the old man 3026|Has all the world to bear." 3026|There is nothing wrong with me but I do not know what; 3026|I don't want to be happy. 3026|Nothing wrong 3026|In wanting _to_ be happy. I have a mind that grows fonder 3026|And a heart that feels more clear. 3026|But the old man has work to do, and is too old to do it; 3026|He has done with being pleased with. 3026|The rain's coming down 3026|And the rain's coming down. 3026|And the old man has no work to do. 3026|The rain's coming down 3026|And the rain's coming down. 3026|He went out with the wind 3026|A-jumping like a grouse. 3026|"A hoss-cart ran over me head like a sapling tall; 3026|A hoss-cart ran over me face and a hoss-cart smacked my sagging 3026|hand. 3026|To me it seemed no more like a bird than a human being." 3026|"I wonder why you think of me as he did of the old-time friend I had 3026|You must not think of me," he went on. 3026|"I think of you often. The day came when I knew I was no longer 3026|A boy when you came up from the street 3026|And talked to me, and laughed--but I was afraid 3026|But there is a beauty, 3026|And there is a pleasure 3026|In being here 3026|In the heart of the place." 3026|"I do not need to go. 3026|I think we are in the right place for the time being. 3026|There are so few of us now: there will be soon enough when they 3026|I think it is better that you and I 3026|Had always been friends; 3026|There is something in the air 3026|That is pleasant about you. 3026|I never saw a soul so bold." 3026|"It is hard to say, 3026|What is the charm when you are alone 3026|With nothing round you but the moon." 3026|I was so scared, 3026|When they came to pick me out 3026|I sat there and shook like a leaf. 3026|Then my dear friend said: 3026|"That is a trick, 3026|I'll put out a candle 3026|In your door." 3026|"I have to ask," I said. 3026|And I told them: 3026|"I am glad that you went away. 3026|Your story was more to my mind. 3026|It is good to see you so brave and friendly, still." 3026|"What do you say?" 3026|"I do not know," 3026|He answered. 3026|"I am going to ask about you 3026|Once more, dear friend, 3026|So I try to be clear." 3026|"It is the truth," he said. 3026|"Why come you here?" 3026|I asked. 3026|"There is another woman who is here ======================================== SAMPLE 2640 ======================================== 14019|By three hundred horse, that were of France; 14019|On a day, when the dawn was still and grey, 14019|Thither they came upon the Moorish train. 14019|Hieronymus, whom I have enow 14019|To name, from the King of Algiers took part; 14019|On horseback he rode, at the foot of a hill, 14019|As if he marched in battle array. 14019|In one hand he had a glaive and one glaive, 14019|One lance the other held in his left hand; 14019|King Rudiger the Cid, the son of Helder 14019|Him saw, but he in his sleep had waked; 14019|Afar came he from his hunting in France, 14019|And hasted to meet his sire's desire. 14019|"Hail, good King," he cried, "in thy dwelling-place 14019|Hast thou the King's son come to meet thee?" 14019|King Alcalif the son of Damastrand 14019|Cried: "No king--none save the King, or none-- 14019|Here in thy castle, and here in our hands. 14019|Here let me die, my lord, with my spear I fight." 14019|"Thy spear?"--"Yes," said Rudiger; "and death. 14019|Now fight we well with our spear and our lance, 14019|Nor leave the place, whereon both were fixt. 14019|Fulfil our word; let none from us win 14019|Rest, but to the King and his daughter come; 14019|And hither lead the noble damsel forth, 14019|By Rudiger, and be the foremost we 14019|Will yield thee as thy prize, my best beloved." 14019|The King then answered: "I ask no gift. 14019|Heaven takes the gold for my son's consent." 14019|The king gave him gold, the Cid for the spear: 14019|He was a good lover, who long ago 14019|To his own castle and daughter yielded. 14019|Oft had King Oluf the Cids held debate, 14019|Ere he to France took a gift of gold. 14019|"Nay, let me hear of my son," said the Cid, 14019|"As my first-born child I will to-day." 14019|"Hast thou no sword, thy father, that can fight 14019|With the best knight of France, of any nation? 14019|Nor canst thou tell any other woe 14019|Than that we are lost from our dwelling-place!" 14019|Then from the horse with speed aloft they wended, 14019|In a land and a folk together blithe, 14019|And Rudiger, with his son, a mighty lord, 14019|Reached the King with speed and his heart did move. 14019|"O father! father!" King Alcalif cried, 14019|"King of the Lombards, I take thou mine own. 14019|God grant that my son and that I love!" 14019|Then he rode up to the city, and stood 14019|In the midst of the gathered men of Gaul. 14019|"My own son!" the King cried, and the King 14019|Won him, his voice sounding; and Rudiger's blood 14019|Flowed ere he passed beyond the gate, away 14019|Through the crowd, and the first thing to hear, 14019|That sound was the horse's hoof-thunder of pain. 14019|Rudiger was one of the knights of Scotland: 14019|A proud look in his eyes and a fair smile 14019|He wore, while the King on him looked steadfast, 14019|And his face like iron he looked upon. 14019|"Why look so I wonder?" the King said then, 14019|"Thou shalt see thy son's brother at hand." 14019|Rudiger of the bright white beard of God, 14019|"By heaven, I know him for my friend," he cried. 14019|"My dearest father, the King is great. 14019|There is no better lord of Algiers 14019|A host's valour can make to-day. 14019|O brother, my right hand on thy neck, ======================================== SAMPLE 2650 ======================================== 2294|I heard my love's call for me. 2294|I would not seek for light 2294|To light the darkness of his life; 2294|And I would find a lamp 2294|For him to burn with, 2294|And sing to him, and cheer. 2294|I would not weep, my love, 2294|And pray that God might see your tears.... 2294|(Ah, love, I would not weep!) 2294|But sing to her, and sing 2294|My song of peace, 2294|My song of peace, my song of joy! 2294|I will not weep, my love, 2294|My tears are vain; 2294|The darkest night will fall 2294|On flowers that grow for thee. 2294|The stars will shine from far 2294|In peace and rest at night. 2294|O my love, my dear, 2294|My dream is done. 2294|Now I am safe with thee, 2294|The darkness does not chill thy sleep. 2294|The stars are shining far 2294|O'er night and night, 2294|On this peace of love-filled earth. 2294|Love's Secret 2294|What is the secret of your eyes 2294|That no man ever has told to you? 2294|(Ah, love, I ask, 2294|How could I know, 2294|How could I know what you are like?) 2294|I know the secrets you keep from me. 2294|(Ah, love, I do not ask that you hide, 2294|I know the hidden secrets you keep from me. 2294|I also know the great secrets you keep 2294|From great and good women both far and near. 2294|My dream is done. 2294|My dream is done. 2294|I never told you. 2294|I only told myself 2294|That you are so smart, and wise, and bright. 2294|I have no words to tell you the secrets 2294|That are in you. 2294|(Ah, love, I do not ask that you keep secrets from me. 2294|I know only wise, 2294|So smart, so brave, 2294|And wise is he 2294|Who tells secrets to the young.) 2294|I love you, 2294|I worship you. 2294|Why do you stir my blood 2294|Like a flame in this cold, bleak earth? 2294|I only know 2294|Your great eyes shine 2294|So sad, so deep, 2294|And tender, and sweet. 2294|I only know 2294|Your face, ah, my love, my sweet. 2294|I only know 2294|The way you turn and smile. 2294|And as I look, 2294|I am satisfied. 2294|There are many women 2294|Who love with passion 2294|The way I love you. 2294|There are many men 2294|Who have loved with passion 2294|The way I love you. 2294|They only know 2294|_Your_ beauty,_ 2294|_Your soft brown eyes,_ 2294|_Your gentle, tender touch._ 2294|I only know 2294|The way you turn, 2294|I am content. 2294|There are many women 2294|Who love you so fondly 2294|That they would give 2294|Their own delight 2294|To know their love so true. 2294|I only know 2294|_Your_ sweet, deep eyes 2294|That search my eyes 2294|With wonder with wonder, 2294|_Your tender, tender touch._ 2294|I only know 2294|Your soft, sweet kiss, 2294|_That is so dear._ 2294|What is the secret of your eyes, 2294|That no man ever told to you? 2294|A child is bound to keep his little 2294|For every mother. 2294|Now let us leave the house 2294|And take the air 2294|And laugh and drink in the splendor 2294|Of the splendid garden. 2294|The air is full of singing by the flowing pool, 2294|The fountain leaps and glitters, the stars twinkle 2294 ======================================== SAMPLE 2660 ======================================== 36287|In such an image as I see; 36287|In the sun that we might not see, 36287|In the rain that was not to be! 36287|If this be earth, then what is this? 36287|This is heaven, and it is fair! 36287|If this be sky, then what is this? 36287|This is air, and it is blue! 36287|If this be sun and clouds, oh! what are these? 36287|They are mere effluxions, like that of a sponge! 36287|If this be earth, what is this? 36287|This is air, and it is white! 36287|What would be God's heaven, if it was made of this? 36287|His sun would surely burn, 36287|His clouds be as the mist, 36287|His grass as dead leaves, and his ground 36287|The land of misery and sin. 36287|If this be God's heaven, what next beholds? 36287|All the works of him on earth-- 36287|His mercy and his love--if these 36287|Be works of him, who make heaven? 36287|Thou, who hast taught us to conceive 36287|That there are two, two, two, two, two, two 36287|That make the whole universe-- 36287|Say thou, what is the one that is the other! 36287|What is creation? Creation is 36287|The word of thy words; 36287|It is God's grace that makes the flowers 36287|When He will give them rains. 36287|He makes the sun from out His fire 36287|And all the flowers and grass 36287|When He takes them from the dust and shines. 36287|When He makes them, He wills to have 36287|No man but one, 36287|And thus the world is made, 36287|To what? to what? to what? 36287|The light that He gives us to see, 36287|The soul to move 36287|In darkness--to make clear! 36287|Creation, Thou hast made the world. 36287|What though we see it made, made, 36287|Though there upon earth we stand 36287|We have not yet, we have not yet 36287|The body and the soul! 36287|Thou givest, and though we are poor, 36287|We cannot give thee: 36287|The world that Thou makeest we too, 36287|And those who have not lived for thee, 36287|We too, when all is made, make! 36287|Thou givest, and though we are lowly, 36287|We cannot give thee: 36287|Thou givest us an instinct for doing 36287|For which we wait, we wait, for thee. 36287|Thou givest, but we cannot use; 36287|We seek for the good we've given-- 36287|It's all but a breath, it's all but a breath! 36287|We wait for the breath, we wait, we wait! 36287|But, O thou Lord of Light and Song, 36287|Take us, we, and make us thine, 36287|And we will be servants indeed. 36287|The air is filled with sounds, 36287|From rose to rose. 36287|One by one the birds have come, 36287|To tell their love-- 36287|While in the greenwood, 36287|The nightingale and nightingale! 36287|I see a maiden seated by a spring, 36287|With her eyes half closed in sleep; 36287|The birds are all singing, sweetly sweetly, 36287|That she loved so well. 36287|And now the maiden sees a star--a red star, 36287|As bright as day--she swoons away, 36287|For love of this great star. 36287|The moon comes floating in to see her well, 36287|And she has turned to stone, and she has turned to stone, 36287|That she loved so well. 36287|I dreamt of a bird,--I dreamt of a boat, 36287|In an isle of my soul, 36287|Where the water is wild and the land is wild, 36287|And the wild beasts of the wild, 36287|And the gods ======================================== SAMPLE 2670 ======================================== 21009|When the sun is at noon-day. 21009|A man may die that sees it; 21009|A man may die upon hearing; 21009|A man may die and never learn, 21009|That he saw an act of lust! 21009|He has heard it as soon as 21009|He learned of my words, and that's he! 21009|I know not the matter, so the man, 21009|I do it again, 21009|And still I think it amiss 21009|When men can hear me talk. 21009|And when I speak, I seem to see 21009|A woman's face; 21009|And there, as I hold the glass up, 21009|I seem to speak, too. 21009|A man may hear a story-- 21009|A great, old story 21009|Of man he used to know; 21009|A woman's voice and hand, 21009|A woman's bosom, and kiss.... 21009|But never, never is heard 21009|A thing that cannot be heard. 21009|But she is gone; and you too! 21009|I'll never see her more! 21009|They'll say that we are lovers. 21009|'Tis a sore crime, 21009|And if men should say that we are lovers, 21009|Who will believe us? 21009|We love each other--we're married; 21009|Oh, we're married, and that's enough! 21009|And then he says at last, as a man that has been deceived, 21009|Why did I think to deceive thee too? 21009|My wife has done it through--and it's a sin: 21009|For if the man deceive his own wife, 21009|Alas! but he is no longer thee. 21009|_From "Childe Harold."_ 21009|There are four things, 21009|And in the midst 21009|Is the child. 21009|I think he loves the child; 21009|And I could tell 21009|If he loved a flower 21009|By its gleam. 21009|I had a child-- 21009|And then it was lost; 21009|I had a child; 21009|I thought it was mine; 21009|And the snow began 21009|To melt. 21009|It was so cold: 21009|I thought it would melt; 21009|But it melted not. 21009|The wind blew very loud; 21009|It came from the south; 21009|And it tore 21009|All the roots out of my hat, 21009|And my coat, too; 21009|And my father cried 21009|When I picked it up; 21009|And my mother, too. 21009|The moon and the clouds are white; 21009|The sea is so broad, 21009|The roses are so fair. 21009|The winds are so high.... 21009|But in England 21009|I cannot make them white, 21009|Because my baby is not there. 21009|As I was going up Pall Mall 21009|I met a man with legs so long 21009|He crossed Pall Mall beneath his 21009|Large-shaped shoes. In the great throng 21009|Pressed hard upon. All his legs 21009|Were bridles; all his feet were 21009|Shoes. Not a limb had room for 21009|A shoe or stocking. And I said, 21009|"My friend, since you cannot have 21009|A shoe or stocking, why, we 21009|Will take your shoes and put them in 21009|Your little boat to-night." 21009|The man with legs so long 21009|With joyous haste did answer "Yes," 21009|And then the boat he led 21009|And all along Pall Mall 21009|We steered and steered it through the 21009|Shoemings of City Hall 21009|And from the top to the bottom, 21009|Past many Town halls 21009|And City Courts. And by the time 21009|I cast my last look up to 21009|The City-gate at the topmost point, 21009|Our boat was steering for 21009|Whose harbor is the Island Inn, 21009|For God hath made the ======================================== SAMPLE 2680 ======================================== 1304|To thy sweet, my true dear, 1304|Sweet, no more the widow's plaint, 1304|Forlorn and forsaken, 1304|And the orphan's moan. 1304|Let her never more complain 1304|Of all her wealth defrauded; 1304|Of all that for her lord hath slandered; 1304|Or, with a pang, 1304|Let her love but this last. 1304|Sweet, no more the widow's plaint, 1304|Forlorn and forsaken; 1304|And the orphan's moan.' 1304|A GLOV'R given me in my boyhood, 1304|In the year of grace; 1304|And I love it still with all my heart, 1304|Though the years have round them rolled. 1304|As I lie at rest to-night, 1304|I hear it overhead, 1304|A sound and solemn sounding, 1304|As if that heaven itself were still, 1304|And all heaven's works sustained. 1304|It was my Mother's voice,-- 1304|Mother's voice for me! 1304|It said, _Let there be light!_ 1304|And light was made by light! 1304|Fairer than early love was then, 1304|And brighter than was springtide, 1304|It said, _Let there be day!_ 1304|And day was made by day! 1304|It said, _Let there be music!_ 1304|And music was its cry, 1304|_Let there be joy!_-- 1304|_Joy_, being made of love. 1304|It said, _Let there be peace!_ 1304|And peace was made of strife, 1304|_Let there be love!_-- 1304|_Love!_ it was the name of him 1304|Who heard the words of bliss. 1304|I heard it, as the wind, that bore 1304|Mother's tender words,-- 1304|_Let there be sleep!_ 1304|Faint and far off, I hear it 1304|As the beat of wings-- 1304|It is no more, that sleep, than air,-- 1304|No more than music,-- 1304|The whispering of heaven's stars 1304|Out of the vasty night. 1304|It is no more, nor earth, nor death,-- 1304|Night is the name for me: 1304|I call it, because that sound is 1304|A voice from out the night. 1304|When I recall the name of her 1304|Who died for me alone, 1304|And the tears that flooded her eyes, 1304|And then all into my eyes, 1304|I cry in God's name, in God's name, 1304|But all is hushed as water is, 1304|One uttering the sound of one upborne. 1304|No sound, but is for the heaven closed, 1304|And only for the darkness stirred, 1304|Wherein nothing ever was seen, 1304|Except at motion of the clouds, 1304|Or of a heart in a fever as I now am. 1304|How shall I find her, then, where I can 1304|Unclose the heaven as soon? 1304|At times in the night, when every wave 1304|Sobs to the infinite and the infinite, 1304|When every star in its own orbit swerves, 1304|And night on night as a whole labour along, 1304|Thinking, Love, the sea is dreaming, 1304|And I can no more-- 1304|No sound, but is for the heaven closed, 1304|And only for the darkness stirred, 1304|Wherein nothing ever was seen, 1304|Except at motion of the clouds, 1304|Or of a heart in a fever as I now am. 1304|Thou sweetest Night! 1304|Thou sweetest Night! 1304|Thou'rt a long time gone,-- 1304|Ah, that e'er I thought it true! 1304|And when a heart's on fire, 1304|'Tis a burning heart alone. 1304|How often before mine own I kissed thine 1304|When the wind blew low, and I lay alone ======================================== SAMPLE 2690 ======================================== 1731|For I have seen the world, and know 1731|A better place than this, 1731|And if I fail, God help me still! 1731|O holy and unrighteous! O to let the name 1731|Of God in the mouth of a fool be given. 1731|O God, who art in heaven! 1731|O God, whose hand is on high! 1731|Whose glory is in the sky! 1731|O God, whose will is on earth, 1731|To use it or abuse it! 1741|Tristram! t'other Emily! 1741|The moon was up, and to the sea 1741|Emily was in the kitchen, 1741|Walking to tea, and tumbling at her knitting. 1741|Two cakes there were of honey-dew, 1741|And butter and worts there was ale, 1741|And tabbies round the hearth there was cheese, 1741|Two o'cloves o' walleynce there was, 1741|And three of snails in a blanket, 1741|For Willie and himself to supper. 1741|When t'other Emily saw the butter on the spoon she 1741|would say, "O beautiful, are you sitting up all night 1741|under t' t'sheet?" 1741|She would say, "Thank you, lovely Emily," and go right 1741|away. 1741|But when the t'other Emily came home she would put on her 1741|leggings and shoes, 1741|And she would sit on t'other Emily's knee, and look at 1741|her pretty nose 1741|As she would to be perfectly smooth and fat. 1741|T'other Emily put on her bonnet, 1741|To go to t'other Emily's bed, 1741|To kiss her on the mouth, 1741|Because she wanted to go to Emily's. 1741|T'other Emily was a-sitting on the mantelpiece, 1741|The fire was small, and a-whirring the clock did chime, 1741|When t'other Emily came home from tea, 1741|With Emily's hair in little curls, 1741|She put on her bonnet. 1741|She put on the red, and the green, and the blue, 1741|And put on the straw sole. 1741|And then the little petticoat beside her, 1741|She put on the shoes of brown. 1741|"Emily was a-waiting in the garden, 1741|She'd like to eat of fruit on Sunday." 1741|Her brown tresses rustled under her foot, 1741|And the white firs above her danced. 1741|But she was a woman with fine, white, curly hair, 1741|And a fine, white, pretty, glossy head, 1741|And a brown tress, like the topmost thorn, 1741|In its top knot, and a brown upper dress, 1741|And that was all of Emily: 1741|And while out on the lawn the grass grew high 1741|She watched t'other Emily walk 1741|To meet t'other Emily: 1741|And when she came in the parlour door, 1741|She threw her arms round t'other one. 1741|And it was strange to see how Emily's sweet face 1741|Wore t'joy in it to the very rim! 1741|A tall white woman, with dark brown hair, 1741|In a white shawl, and a long, black shawl shon, 1741|About her white feet, white couldary flower. 1741|She turned her head away, and she said, 1741|"Why do you wear a canary flower? 1741|Why do you wear them at all?" 1741|"O holy Mary, Mary dear, 1741|What does it suit ye so, 1741|That ye wear ye canaries with a heart so young?" 1741|My Lady said "I'll tell Him, 1741|Who made ye them and by whose power 1741|Ye doth them control?" 1741|She said, "I'll tell Him there is none, 1741|Excepting us three alone, 1741|That can speak so soft and fine, 1741|And with such a voice, ======================================== SAMPLE 2700 ======================================== 615|And now I have seen him at a distance: so 615|That, as I wish it, I my voice shall cease. 615|Him, my good lord, with friendly mind I cheer, 615|And him to him with words of faith and love: 615|So we, with joyful hope a happy sight, 615|See that he be not less than good or good. 615|"If this were now my last desire, or be, 615|As in my doubt, the better faith mistaken, 615|To make the warrior so, and make the child 615|So, I that much had wist before, suppose, 615|Would now be certain, if the warrior was 615|Thou, who so long hast sought me on thy part. 615|Nor that, and yet with more esteem I bend: 615|Nor, lastly, would I not, when full is woe, 615|Call on that father to appear and hear 615|His voice, in order to repress my groan: 615|"Nor would I do so, with his departing thought 615|As yet believe that the same force could make 615|The warrior come with him -- he, who is fled 615|-- him whom all earth and sea and air hath fed -- 615|In the same thought of the same course already 615|(So we arrived to-day) had arrived, were here; 615|Nor to the contrary could have changed our thought. 615|"When we were at a distance, and alone, 615|Not without cause, and not the child to harm, 615|I told thee, not for thy bad behaviour, 615|I was thine infant, and I would not be thine: 615|And thou, in duty, to me didst not deem 615|I could be so treacherous or so coy. 615|-- But to my grief, I have such other love, 615|And have such other courage, to endeavour 615|The child of yours in this to the full fulfil; 615|And that I know not by what means soe'er 615|I may be able, yet with this intent, 615|That thou with thy good will towards my lord, 615|For thy own good's sake, and not for that of thine, 615|Shall be rewarded for this gift of mine, 615|In some portion of this kingdom to abide. 615|"With such a love I love you, gentle friend 615|Of all thy friends, O filial love, O pure! 615|That with those love's fair privileges 615|Your honour should in this my name abide, 615|With you to make that peace, and this my trust, 615|Whom I with you will honour and obey. 615|If to my gift, which thou for me hast granted, 615|Thou wilt do it willingly, no less is true 615|What thou enjoin'st -- to the child I give my blood, 615|That I may be my honour's treasure still, 615|When my wealth shall die, and you for other gain. 615|"To me, my lord, in no condition will 615|Be it hereafter lawful that this be 615|Gave to my child or granted thee to take: 615|Nor I by you, by any will of thine, 615|Should ever to that child by me be given. 615|To your good cause for ever, the child, I pray, 615|Nor ever to my wife that child should give: 615|And, had I died by any other way, 615|Then had it been for your good, my lord." 615|He to Rogero made reply: "Then take 615|This gift with thee, and by thy honour say: 615|But for thy good, the child would never do, 615|That I in it my honour should entrust, 615|So haply might my wife in this should die, 615|And thou should'st be bereft of life, and die, 615|As well as I, for ever in this store." 615|Thus spake the Moorish cavalier, and nought 615|Amazed the oath, or stirred his visage fret, 615|Till the young Spaniard had made his speech: 615|And, as a lover of his love was nought 615|Till he should hold it, would he now deny, 615|Nor him again would he his joys regain, 615|If he his sworn affiance to renew. 615|-- So, though Rogero were in truth his knight, ======================================== SAMPLE 2710 ======================================== 1304|The sun is up, but how the dew of night 1304|Stops, and how the midnight shadow wreathes! 1304|But, yet ere lark arise, that herald light, 1304|The night hath call'd up night's eternal star: 1304|And who is he who, with sacred Song, 1304|Inspires the blushing morn, and sets the sun 1304|Away? 1304|'Who are thy father, father,' the good man cried-- 1304|'Twixt him and thine an east-wind goes, and blows 1304|Away. 1304|'A garland I'll give thee, my dear child, to wear, 1304|A garland for thy hair, to deck thy brow, 1304|And make thy feet like polished amber gay 1304|For wandering in the night, when I am far. 1304|'An amber glove, an amber kerchief bright, 1304|I will bestow upon thee for a sign 1304|Afar. 1304|'An amber chain, an amber cap, and so 1304|Let us all wonder at the mystery 1304|Who are thy father and thy mother dear, 1304|And thou a child of God?' 1304|The Sun hath set away, 1304|The morn hath smiled 1304|And from her window looked, 1304|And all the birds had ceased to sing, 1304|And none but sleepers were in bed. 1304|The fire is out, the light is low, 1304|The damp is lying thick upon my breast, 1304|And my heart is sick, and sick, and sick. 1304|My hand slips down the golden chain 1304|That long hath bound my senses to the fire. 1304|Alas! thy soul is not yet dead, 1304|But all its pains are eased 1304|And life is over and past, 1304|And the long night is beginning to shine. 1304|Thou wilt not cease to live, my child, 1304|But thou must die! my only child, 1304|And I that loved thee not will part 1304|From thee, like him that lives but to weep. 1304|For life hath many wonders told 1304|In its long progress up and down the years, 1304|And there is nothing half so fine 1304|As beauty. Thou my darling, child, 1304|Art but nineteen winters old, 1304|Yet seem'st to me a lifetime long. 1304|Thou hast the tender, young grace 1304|Of a rose in her happiest bloom, 1304|But still that rose is lovely. 1304|Then, even now, thy smile is bright 1304|On one dear face--a mother's face-- 1304|And heaven, 'tis said, would appear 1304|To be a place where some fair child 1304|Went smiling to her bosom in. 1304|I saw the dear baby eyes 1304|That never had looked on a book; 1304|I saw the baby face 1304|With the smiling, full long smile 1304|That never had looked on a book. 1304|I saw the little smiling mouth, 1304|And the face of dimpled innocent youth, 1304|And the smile that was never a book, 1304|Never a smile, thou sweet babe of God. 1304|Thou wilt not look on a book 1304|Till thou hast looked on a book. 1304|For, oh! the baby spirit lies 1304|Still as a babe in a shroud, 1304|Lies in the arms of the breath of the sky, 1304|Lies in the arms of the breath of the land. 1304|And God, whose heart knows no care, 1304|But to love is a child's soft part, 1304|Sits on the hills with lonely hands 1304|And sings a lullaby to thee. 1304|When the night is at its fall, in a little frosty cave, 1304|Where white foam-flakes trail their silver to the ground-- 1304|Where the mountain-pearls and moor-ains have sunk to rest, 1304|And the wild-fowl huddle together all alone; 1304|When the pines are singing by the rills,--in their bowers 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 2720 ======================================== 2334|"Why should the King be so sad to-day?" he asked; 2334|"You know the Queen will be royally dressed-- 2334|And on today's fashion--a chiffonier vest!" 2334|"But where are the ladies and soldiers too?" 2334|"Where's the train?" 2334|"That will be ready in an hour. But who's the driver?" 2334|It was my first visit to a station,-- 2334|I had been to London to see a play; 2334|I went up to the King's to say good-bye, 2334|And there among the gentlemen good-day, 2334|I met an old soldier I knew from Gorse, 2334|With flaps of grey hair--in spectacled form, 2334|A kind of old Admiral in grey attire, 2334|Who, when I told him that I had come, made funny faces 2334|And shook his head. "I knew you wouldn't want to come." 2334|And that he would drive him straight to the Queen's Park 2334|To give him a lift away from London town. 2334|"Don't look so sulky," said he, with a sly grin, 2334|And turned him round his ear in a friendly way; 2334|"A soldier you'll trust?" And that he had heard of me, 2334|And wished me good-bye with a "Good night!" 2334|But in the dark he drove me to King's Cross, 2334|When he had made a fortune that was new; 2334|I saw, and smiled, and he spoke not a word, 2334|Nor gave my horse a second look. 2334|And now the evening came, and with it came 2334|To the dark King's Court a heavy train: 2334|Prince and Marquis rode in state, the line 2334|Was crowded with ambassadors and friends. 2334|To-night the King would spend a festive hour 2334|In the same old hall, with old companions past-- 2334|A sad old soldier, old clothes on his back; 2334|And my old friend and comrade Jack, who died last year, 2334|Is in the boat to-night, with one that was dear; 2334|But I shall not see them till morning light, 2334|For he is dying in his bed at last. 2334|"Now that's an hour long," says his daughter, "that gives 2334|The dancers such a chore!" And I'm sorry he died-- 2334|He had such a restless mind, and it never meant wrong; 2334|But I can't bear to see him lying supine, 2334|With a bullet through the middle--not as I should do. 2334|The doctors came and took away his cane; 2334|They said he'd never walk again, and all they said was true! 2334|But I was his last patient and his last bed,-- 2334|And I shall miss him as his spirit goes to hell before! 2334|You that have lost a treasure in a foreign land, 2334|Are in the twilight of regretting while you look; 2334|When to-day you feel the joy of seeing the lark, 2334|Or smell the old garden--go forth in your prime-- 2334|And hope to see them as you have seen them 2334|Is making a fuss and raising a stink. 2334|You that have suffered grievous loss because of 2334|A wrong you never did commit,--a loved one that 2334|Has gone to meet a better future, or you, 2334|Have wept to think of how your very eyes would 2334|vitrify, and your brain would spin like a 2334|spinning-wheel, filled full of thoughts that would 2334|(For the rest) forever make you feel as one 2334|Who lost his reason, and in the grip of a 2334|sad, unskillful, hopeless case, weighs a view 2334|Of you, and his or her, and the losses, and 2334|The reasons. But you are making your grave, 2334|When it is plainly plain you would have 2334|More trouble making a grave than the grave 2334|Made of the people who are living. 2334|And though you're saddened,--the cause of your 2334|sorrow is often hard to understand ======================================== SAMPLE 2730 ======================================== 20586|We're not in danger, Lord, but we're in danger. 20586|And if the old man was right, we're all in it. 20586|He's told us he's in high spirits--a very true, 20586|High spirit, of course, for you to be sensible-- 20586|A very fine, brave young man, in fine, that is, 20586|To whom things would be right as they ought be. 20586|I am glad he thinks so; but he makes us think 20586|He is a young man--an honest young man. 20586|The old man seems to think you think he is 20586|But of the dead, that's all: he who is coming 20586|With something yet of promise to himself will 20586|Be still a young, honest young man, you know. 20586|All of them are in a beautiful grave-- 20586|The other five, they were in their graves all the day. 20586|My wife, her eyes a-tinkle with happy tears 20586|That burst from flowers that never had such scent-- 20586|She would leave them here with the living to know 20586|For never a flower could make her more glad, 20586|But her young boy--to me, he seemed to live 20586|A sunny, cheerful life, and aye laugh and sing. 20586|Our new house is one year old and bears 20586|A dear old name, 20586|In our town it serves as a "chapel unto God, 20586|And a refuge for the poor." 20586|How many children have we then who cry 20586|For the dear old home, 20586|We who, full-fed with laughter and with tears, 20586|Are "helpless hands and feet," 20586|Who found them of our own accord at sixty. 20586|If once they come in the green-wood, and hear 20586|The old oak-leaf in the glade, 20586|Weary of all the world, our limbs they lay 20586|Upon the green-wood floor. 20586|If once they smile on us with lips that thrill, 20586|Saying, "Nought wrong; we care not," 20586|They will sing the songs they knew in the days 20586|When the old home was full of laughter and tears, 20586|For they'll find there the old delight: 20586|The songs the old home used to know, and yet-- 20586|"Old friends are new," they'll say, and think of the 20586|Old laughter and of the tears and laughter of the years. 20586|"God's a-grinning at the sun! 20586|What is this 'Grinin' is a crime'? 20586|Why, it's plain to the gazer that he's thinking! 20586|Heaven knew he'd go to hell, and he'll go to hell! 20586|Heaven, I'd have a word with thee-- 20586|(Say, what did Grinning mean?) 20586|When I was a little boy, 20586|A man came up to me; 20586|The very next day he came up to me. 20586|It was a year and a day, 20586|He did not smile, he did not speak, 20586|And he shook his head and said, 20586|You're making very queer jokes! 20586|He carried me, the little daughter, 20586|Across the garden-gates, 20586|And brought me to the garden-wall, 20586|And spanked me--"I love you!" 20586|It was in the spring of the same year 20586|There came a strange person-- 20586|I was a baby then. 20586|And when I was a little boy 20586|I loved a pretty Fairy, 20586|I've seen her ever since-- 20586|(She's gone and gone from me!) 20586|She sang to me all day, 20586|She chased small birds away, 20586|She chased mice from the street. 20586|I played all day for her; 20586|And when I was half-past four, 20586|She was gone from me always. 20586|"Oh, willow tree, why dost thou hang 20586|Thy boughs so high yonder-- 20586|Dost thou remember when ======================================== SAMPLE 2740 ======================================== 20586|All in vain, that man might hope; 20586|The sea rose on the horizon, 20586|And never a ship was there: 20586|The hills rose over my head, 20586|And the hills above my head, 20586|When all this earth of mine, 20586|As a bride in her chamber, 20586|Rose up in the morning of the world. 20586|And I cried, "I have cried in vain!" 20586|And I looked through the windows-- 20586|The world-wide, clear, star-lit, glorious heavens 20586|Gleamed far off; and the moon: 20586|And the birds were singing, the birds of spring, 20586|The larks were singing, the larks of May; 20586|And in my heart, that was merry with delight, 20586|Till sorrow came and made it sad. 20586|Then the great sky of the west opened 20586|To the bright and starry blue; 20586|And the world grew dark with cloud, 20586|And the sun was out of the East, 20586|And sorrow came, and a star was in the West. 20586|Then I saw a horse in the mead, 20586|And a little, little dog in the yard, 20586|And so forth through the fields and the wood; 20586|And I said, "The world is changed, 20586|And my world is over and done." 20586|But the great sky of the west, 20586|And the great night, and the stars,-- 20586|The world is the same, O, so very, very wise. 20586|And no man lives that lives for ever, 20586|And the stars wheel round and round, 20586|And the wind blows from the north, 20586|And the sea rises, and the stars wax,-- 20586|(And the wind is in the hair, 20586|And the night is in the eye, 20586|And the night is in the soul, O,) 20586|"O my life, this life of mine, this life of me!" 20586|And the great sky of the west, 20586|And the great sun, and the stars,-- 20586|A little horse in the mead, and a little dog in the yard, 20586|And so forth through the fields and the wood. 20586|All night long, and all night long, 20586|All day, and all day, and every day, 20586|The great, great Wind 20586|Whips up the Oaks--trampled Shades. 20586|He wipes them from the tree and from the flower, 20586|He snarls in the dew and shakes them out of the flower, 20586|And up from the sod under the grass 20586|Comes the cry of the Sleepers and the Dreamers, 20586|Rattles the gate, and the Watchmen hear, 20586|But the great Wind blows over the world again! 20586|From the great sky of the west, 20586|From the grassy grass of the spring, 20586|From the leaves of the corn by the hearth side, 20586|And the fields that yawn under the moon 20586|The great, little Wind,-- 20586|Stops as of old, 20586|But the old world laughs and the old world never sleeps. 20586|The great, great Wind blows over the world once more; 20586|And ever the watch-fires glow 20586|And the watch-fires flicker and decay, 20586|And the great, great, long blue lines of the Stars 20586|Slant by and slowly gray 20586|Over the white cloud-sides, where now 20586|The Great Red Spot creeps up the west, 20586|Till it hides the face of the cold white moon, 20586|A red spot, white as a chalk, 20586|Gleaming like a great ruby stone,-- 20586|The little Fire-serpent of War! 20586|And the great sky of the west, 20586|And the great Night, and the long white stars, 20586|Gloomy and far, and all starry and dim, 20586|Cradled by the great, great wind. 20586|And suddenly there comes to the Gate, 20586|And slowly down the long, high pile 20 ======================================== SAMPLE 2750 ======================================== 1365|All in the morn is seen, 1365|Each, by some strange accident, 1365|Becomes a god, or god's in name. 1365|When the light of the star-beams is shining, 1365|The shining of their hair is shining, 1365|As with their eyes the shining of their limbs. 1365|And thereon lies the mystery. 1365|The fire has touched the earth with fire, 1365|The sea is filled with living waves, 1365|The earth is flooded, and the hills and valleys, 1365|The meadows with grass-blades. 1365|The trees are laden with leaves, 1365|The streams are flowing still and wide, 1365|Trees and streams like living beings, 1365|Dwelling and living on the earth, 1365|Who can tell who they are? 1365|And I see them standing by the wayside 1365|In the dawn of the morning, 1365|In the light of the star-beams that shine, 1365|In the morning in which they shall be born, 1365|And my thought of them will then be complete. 1365|The fire with its flaming breath 1365|Has torn down the house-roofs of the tree, 1365|And down the chimneys spread its heat; 1365|And in the fields is spread its green-grove 1365|Over their fair and lovely forms! 1365|The forest is burned to ashes, 1365|The grass is turned to cinder, 1365|The river drips from its urn of ashes, 1365|And the earth-mole dries her tears! 1365|There was a youth, who was a genius in music, and he was 1365|very great in the study of poetic harmony; and his name was 1365|and his works have been, "The Poetry of Europe and the Old World" is 1365|He was born in Vienna, Germany, September the 2ist, in the year 1365|of Rudolph Huberus. He died in Vienna in 1685, nearly a hundred 1365|years old. The "Poem in Parts," or POEP, is his most famous 1365|The old man smiled a little sadly. "I wonder who is this, 1365|says Rudolph Huberus, in his epitaph. 1365|"But you were never a bad child in your mother's womb," 1365|said the old man, gravely. 1365|I think we have seen that a good hand-grenade can be more than 1365|the whole arsenal of horrors against which it is employed. 1365|But why should that young man with the beard, the hair, the 1365|brown eyes, and the countenance that does not have one sign for 1365|its humanity? He had a voice like a trumpet; he shouted 1365|and cheered and he sang an eternal hymn; and he held his 1365|praise unto heaven. 1365|And so, this man was a good angel and he was one of the 1365|righteous, and he was a strong angel. He had given us all 1365|a home, and the old man of the world. 1365|"Who are you?" 1365|"I am an old man coming from the battle," 1365|says the old man, gravely. 1365|"When did you leave the battle?" 1365|"I left the battle," he answered. 1365|"Why do you leave the battle?" 1365|"I do not know," he answered. 1365|"And who were they that bore you?" 1365|"Some one brought me here," the old man said, "and left me" 1365|and "I am a good servant that was brought hither from far away, 1365|and I would not have any trouble again; it may be I am too 1365|old; and, if I am so old, I am wiser than the sons of this 1365|earth, for I see it with their naked eyes. I have seen 1365|its fields, its sheep-fold, its cities, and the great fires of 1365|heat and the glory of its sun; and I know all the 1365|truth that is in itself. I know that it is blessed for the 1365|flesh, and for the bone of the body. I have seen its tombs ======================================== SAMPLE 2760 ======================================== 941|He has so much to do, and he'll never be satisfied; 941|He's up against the law-breaking Yankees, he thinks, oh, 941|I don't know the word, but it is "glorious, glorious day." 941|What is he doing now, and what is he hiding from God? 941|He has done his work, he's got rich, but what is the use? 941|What is the use of having the money? He's just as good 941|As any fellow out there; he never tells a lie when they ask; 941|And the people, when they talk about the war, say it's over; 941|And I hope I'm the only one that's left he's "fearing God's law." 941|I'm all right now; I ain't tired of the war; 941|I'd rather see the Yankees dead than not escape. 941|I go down to the city now, and I walk about 941|At the old Yankee barn, I hate the men a bit; 941|I do not love them now, I do not love them there; 941|It is better to get the money, or to give up, you see; 941|For, don't you remember the time of the year, 941|The year of red, the Red, and gold, and power? 941|The year of the Yankees, the Yankees, and the gold, 941|The Yankee soldiers, with their red, gold, and red blood? 941|They've come to attack us, they've come to attack, 941|With all the will and strength of France again, 941|And the Yankees are better than the Union anyhow, 941|And they're stronger, and quicker, and they win it again. 941|And this must be the year, the year that the last Yankees fall; 941|The Yankees are done with us and what are we to do 941|With ourselves or with our country, and God defend the King. 941|I say to the Yankees, "You must stay, you must stay; 941|You are the last of your kind; the last of your kind; 941|Never had a home when the Union gave 'em free speech; 941|Be you men or be you women, boys or men, boys or men, 941|Be you young or old; be it right or be it wrong, 941|Keep your places on earth, or they'll fill yours all over." 941|So we stayed the Yankees, they left us nothing by way of pity, 941|And we left them speech we never meant for us to hear; 941|For we knew we did not like their way of speech, we knew they couldn't speak 941|In any wise like the way of the free-spoken Yankees. 941|And the war is over, and we've got the victory in 941|We don't care about the war, we never cared before. 941|This is the plan we've got: 941|We're going home to sea; 941|We do not care who knows; 941|What if Spain were caught? 941|We're out there with the millions fighting for the freedom of the sea 941|As I walked in my garden 941|I saw the roses grow, 941|As I walked my garden 941|I heard the far sweet strains; 941|As I walked my garden 941|I saw the roses grow. 941|As I walked in my garden 941|I saw the white clouds sail; 941|As I thought of home, my garden, 941|I heard the far sweet strains; 941|As I thought of home, my garden, 941|I thought of one I'd lost. 941|As I walked in my garden 941|I saw a bird fly; 941|As I thought of joy to comfort 941|I saw it soar away; 941|As I thought of joy to comfort 941|I thought of one I'd lost. 941|As the rain from heaven pours 941|On my sweetheart's face, 941|As the rain from heaven pours 941|On her pale cheek of grace; 941|As the rain from heaven pours 941|On my sweetheart's fair form, 941|As the rain drops on the roses 941| ======================================== SAMPLE 2770 ======================================== 3628|If you can't write, do something, the poor man 3628|Has something all that you can't have. 3628|If you'd be rich and happy, why did you give 3628|Your poor poor body to be born? 3628|If you would have people think you're rich, 3628|Why couldn't you be glad of what you are? 3628|If you'd be happy, why did you die? 3628|And there you are quietly lying, 3628|Not even remembering--so what was it? 3628|I wouldn't be sorry for you, dear, 3628|If you went on hunger striking. 3628|I wouldn't be sorry for you, dear, 3628|If you couldn't go up hill-- 3628|I know that you'd be pleased to know 3628|That you still have money left; 3628|And now for a moment we divide 3628|Two good things in my very heart's desecrated,-- 3628|A dream that you never could have known, 3628|Or that you wouldn't have risked the life for: 3628|A promise made so long ago, 3628|With hopes you never could fulfill: 3628|A promise, made in hope, and kept 3628|And broken in an hour of pain. 3628|I hope you'll be happy to-morrow. 3628|But why you think in such a cynical way 3628|I cannot understand, 3628|I never knew the light of your eyes, 3628|O! It seems so strange to you. 3628|I hope you will be happy to-day. 3628|But why you talk in such a cynical way 3628|I cannot understand, 3628|You never saw them, love, before-- 3628|And so, I hope, you won't say. 3628|I can't understand you. Why, you seemed 3628|Like a man half turned to the wall, 3628|A-grinning with a careless grace 3628|At a woman, a woman in thee,-- 3628|And she who has given him her hand 3628|And the hope of his heart and soul, 3628|His hope and the pride of his youth, 3628|Whose tenderness and whose pride 3628|Have blotted out all praise 3628|And all love-inquiry. 3628|I don't know what you think, or why. 3628|But I guess, dear, that you think 3628|Because of our first meeting that it must be so-- 3628|It must be so--so. And I suppose 3628|You always have, that I suppose, 3628|Because I suppose, you must have seen, 3628|And you were so fond of her, 3628|Like some men I have known, 3628|I couldn't help but think there must be 3628|Something in what you're saying. 3628|Yes, I can see that--I cannot help it, 3628|Just this: it's certain, my dear: 3628|When your love and your jealousy 3628|(I wish I could know what they were) 3628|Were both banished from my life, 3628|What should have come to you as a curse? 3628|What should have been, had you not long 3628|Feared her and waited for her, 3628|Had you not waited until she came? 3628|What should I have done, you ask, 3628|Had I not known, as a man sees 3628|That his love must be dispelled, 3628|And his hopes crushed--and never again? 3628|You must confess, my dear, 3628|That you're right in this, 3628|While I'm sure I can't help believing 3628|That, if I could, I would hide, with you, 3628|My sorrow, my joy 3628|In some corner of the room; 3628|I doubt I ever would escape it. 3628|But then, how could I, my dear, 3628|When you can never know it? 3628|"Is it true?" he asked when she was born. 3628|"Yea, sure it is," said the doctors, "and there's no use crying." 3628|And so she went on making babies, 3628|And, one by one, she died. ======================================== SAMPLE 2780 ======================================== 1304|And then the song! 1304|The song! the song that makes the night to sing, 1304|The night to gladden round with light 1304|Eternally renew'd 1304|By the music and the verse of love 1304|That make a life, which else might seem 1304|A thing for fleeting, born 1304|To feel, to crave, to pine, 1304|This which thy soul doth make eternal, 1304|The song! the song that evermore 1304|Must charm and burn through 1304|With the glory and the glow of such! 1304|Whate'er the world of thought can give, 1304|If art or love bestow it not; 1304|But, when it can impart the best, 1304|It is that worth and good 1304|Began to dwell in Thee! 1304|And thou, whom vain, vain caprice 1304|Or cruel fortune hold'st in fee, 1304|Behold in Thee she cometh, 1304|And every thing is well with Thee! 1304|And thou, my child that graiteth 1304|All mortal things that touch thy hand, 1304|Look to thy Son who halloweth 1304|The gift of all His grace to give! 1304|And lo, this is the fruit--the pearl-- 1304|Of one poor man in lowly grave 1304|Still living, still living, still livid! 1304|PRAY, Lord, when first Thy bidding fell, 1304|Spare the poor toiling soul; 1304|Let me not in my misery 1304|Hasten to God and sin; 1304|I will never more rebel 1304|Against Thy will and state; 1304|I will never more demand 1304|Aught Thy servant did not hear, 1304|And did not see anon 1304|Thy will execution'd. 1304|Lord, let me sink in humility; 1304|Serve Thou the poor in patience; 1304|To Thy most worthy, not Thy least, 1304|Nay, rather, than my soul obey, 1304|Hide me still in Thy glory. 1304|Lord, when Thou to Thy Christ diddhest bring 1304|A child that all men did deride, 1304|Let me not hasten to forsake 1304|Thee, my Saviour and my God, 1304|Even though I now be nothing. 1304|Lord, give me strength to bear my pain, 1304|And set my very life to right, 1304|Let me but stay the hand of pain, 1304|And from all further suffering. 1304|Lord, grant me strength to do for Thee 1304|My duty ere it is said; 1304|And let me sojourn in Thy grace 1304|As fitly in Thy sight to abide, 1304|For Thou didst, and doth, and will, 1304|To seek me out, in silence wait. 1304|I leave it yet to do for Thee, 1304|To love and do for Thee, 1304|And not to let my duties get 1304|Unto my glory, and my name. 1304|My death is only death; my life 1304|Is nothing but the life of strife. 1304|No more my life with Thee to live, 1304|But with Thee as with a housekeeper, 1304|A nurse in some tenements. 1304|To do for Thee and not to do 1304|Are the great tasks of saints and sages. 1304|To him who does and does for Thee, 1304|Heaven is a double glory. 1304|When as the mighty Lord of life 1304|Made all the waters of the earth, 1304|And all the fish he touched he made 1304|Partakers of His happiness. 1304|God made the little fish, and he 1304|That from the water little fishes took. 1304|So when the old age comes we must 1304|Hold, as at first, hoping for the best; 1304|For not in vain have we to wait, 1304|The silent days, the little pains. 1304|What time He said, Farewell, ye best of friends, 1304|Then Heaps of ashes must heap ======================================== SAMPLE 2790 ======================================== 1365|I said to myself, "With these arms I can escape." 1365|And still as in a dream I sought to evade, 1365|I was carried hither and thither down, 1365|The while, with sudden, sharp attack of terror, 1365|She turned upon herself and screamed abominably. 1365|Then I said, "Her husband's son, for this last brave blow, 1365|Might find his wife and be restored to life." 1365|The king was very angry, and said, 1365|"Who is this that comes o'ercome and saves the king?" 1365|And, while his eyes were fixed on the king, 1365|Came this great creature all ungoaded to death. 1365|I was astonished to behold the thing; 1365|A stranger came, I grieved my heart out, 1365|I cried to God, "Lord, give another one!" 1365|But, lo! I got the monster and carried away; 1365|And his bride was married to another ghost. 1365|I took to me my cross and my staff; 1365|I gathered up my pearls and my gold; 1365|I went and I followed my beautiful Robin, 1365|And he is gone, and none knows where he is gone, 1365|And still I am mourning my lost Robin. 1365|Thrice has she been broken-hearted; 1365|Beaten and bruised and beaten, 1365|Gone home again to where I live. 1365|The last day of her white frock coat 1365|She put in her little handkerchief, 1365|And called for her dog, who was barking so, 1365|And said, "I'm going out, as I have gone," 1365|And ran into her mother's shop to buy him, 1365|The which she brought back with her in a trice; 1365|She cried, "My dear mother, is't true? 1365|Has my poor little Robin come again, 1365|And told his true love his dreadful story? 1365|"And does my poor beloved Robin 1365|Still live and love in his own green lane? 1365|Yes, indeed! yes, indeed! he does, 1365|And is with me, and is kind to me, 1365|While Robin looks in the window, and says 1365|What can be worse, that I have come home?" 1365|Hearken, little children, to this tale 1365|Of sorrow and of danger 1365|In another hall, 1365|Where joy and gladness dwell; 1365|But here 1365|I fear 1365|That Robin may 1365|Not be so well. 1365|I heard his happy laugh at daybreak, 1365|As in my room; 1365|But now, in his grave asleep-ness, 1365|It comes to me, sweetly laughing, 1365|As if the laughter of old again 1365|Had come to me, and made me laugh again. 1365|Singing the old songs that made him laugh. 1365|And now he is dead, but will not come 1365|Unto his grave, or from within 1365|Or without his castle harm; 1365|Only his singing is dead, my child, 1365|And is hidden in the grave. 1365|But I will be patient, and will whisper 1365|Hands upraised, and kiss 1365|His quiet face, and make a prayer to him; 1365|For he was always patient, and I hear 1365|His voice come to me up from the grave, 1365|Even as in olden times, the fairies', 1365|Who have inhabited it, 1365|The beautiful elfin elves: 1365|I am happy to hear them, for it is 1365|So often told 1365|By children, that they lived long ago, 1365|Long ago, to-day, 1365|In fair India, ages ago, 1365|With souls like the meadow flowers and birds, 1365|Who were happy and happy and happy all 1365|Until they grew wise. 1365|Now they do not come once every day, 1365|And sometimes no one comes at all. 1365|I must go and tell the king my word; 1365|He will curse me all ======================================== SAMPLE 2800 ======================================== 8187|The stars are shining, and the night so sweet, 8187|While from the earth its freshness doth steal. 8187|And from this summer hour my soul can rise 8187|And, like its father, light this gloom away. 8187|How sweet it is, when from the sun's ascent, 8187|On earth, in the air, or in the sea, 8187|To wander through the fields, and from the skies 8187|To muse awhile on Nature's bright sight. 8187|If I could paint as I do now, 8187|Some bright star of the night so bright, 8187|While all the rest on earth were dark, 8187|How lovely would the picture be! 8187|Each spot might tell some story of thee, 8187|Some tale of thy life, thy folly, or pride, 8187|And with their story I'spread thy brow:-- 8187|A tale of the joys and pains thou gotst 8187|While listening to thy fancy's tale, 8187|And wondering what the earth could hear 8187|When listening to thy fancy's ear. 8187|Wouldst thou be like the other beauties, 8187|And love, like them, thyself, ere death? 8187|Thou'lt go where all earth's wonders are, 8187|And, if it's so, then why so sad, 8187|Why is thy soul so changed in view? 8187|When in this world thou'st a child, 8187|Shall tears like those from eyes be shed? 8187|Or shall thy heart be still more tender, 8187|And thou desire such things as were? 8187|Wouldst thou be like the other beauties, 8187|With rapture for a few hours' space? 8187|No, no! thou'lt go where all earth's wonders 8187|And earth's wonders were before thee; 8187|Nor seek earth's wonders longer in thee; 8187|Thou'lt go where all earth's wonders are; 8187|But--I wonder, should life cease to fade, 8187|Would earth's flowers still wear thy countenance, 8187|Would earth still flower, and sun still look on thee, 8187|And thou no longer sigh for them? 8187|Thou think'st to go where all heaven's treasures 8187|Are open to thy soul's desire? 8187|Nay, then, what if thou hast gained the 8187|Beauty there, and there's nothing hid, 8187|But like the other beauties, thou'lt go 8187|Some new way, and find none like them. 8187|Wouldst thou be like the other beauties, 8187|And love, like them, thyself, ere death? 8187|Then, while thy spirit, still undrawn, 8187|Hath yet the same wild billows, 8187|As when, at first, thou art at sea, 8187|Thou shalt still wander, still be gay, 8187|And still be sad as if thou hadst 8187|No sun, no life, no love, no all-- 8187|Let thy farewell be a sigh, 8187|O soul, that sighs in death. 8187|What! must a man so false be blest, 8187|That all our earth's treasure he shall gain 8187|Of earth, in these years when we shall laugh? 8187|When, on the sea-line, where this evening star 8187|Of calm, and clear contentment meets my sight, 8187|The waters, like quiet, in their motion glisten-- 8187|When I behold those stars that burn in peace, 8187|And when a heart as pure might ever be, 8187|As then--ye gods! how can I ever say 8187|To love, with the sweet and innocent sun 8187|That so should make it sad as I behold them? 8187|Oh! would I could but live, and die, to give 8187|To Nature all this sweetness of earth, 8187|Then live and die to gaze on heaven, like him-- 8187|Or else to gaze that Heaven so beautiful 8187|Should lose its light and all this happiness. 8187|Oh! Heaven! thou balmy, holy and divine! 8187|A day, 'tis thou, when from this earth, oh! ======================================== SAMPLE 2810 ======================================== 1745|Of all the world, the world is all in all; 1745|By Him almighty favour heard, or done, 1745|By Him, or by the Meddling Princes round, 1745|The world is one whole, undivine support, 1745|One fulcrum ful of one security, 1745|One centre all things round; one base all things 1745|That serve their Lord in all, and all partake 1745|His royal pleasure; every herb that grows 1745|In Paradise, and every tree in Heav'n 1745|Shall flourish here; there shall be hewn a Isles 1745|To suit thir will, and Gardens meet for love, 1745|One Lord to all, one hest Majesty, 1745|One conscience everywhere, one Jew to all, 1745|One Republic for the tribes of men 1745|Under One Gov't a KING! who all for them, 1745|And all for them a nation, as in law 1745|His people and his FATHER! all for them 1745|By Him from Heav'n to Heav'n a NATION is rais'd 1745|By him, at his command, who all for them, 1745|And all for them a Nation is prov'd in Law 1745|His NATION! by his command whose people are 1745|By Him from Heav'n to Heav'n a NATIONAL are rais'd. 1745|Then had the Father and the Creator both, 1745|And all things on Heav'n as aforesaid, be 1745|From root to top revoc'd; and things, which here 1745|Might tend, for very wonder seem to have 1745|Stood stedfast and immutably crown'd ere God 1745|The King and Lord of all his works created 1745|Mankind, since no being can be insemin't 1745|From God, and nothing can among the gods 1745|Be fram'd to convenience or by design, 1745|Save that Invention might implant a name 1745|To shame thir fame, and dignify thir place. 1745|But words, though soundly builded, tend to manners, 1745|And words, though beautiful, to low deport 1745|Afresh disuse, though well conceived. Whereof 1745|Thir fashion was in Heav'n; but in the earth 1745|Men laid the foundation, and of old the quarries 1745|Were few; now every zone is straight assume'd 1745|By utmost perfection, and great days are come 1745|And manifold; the sphere is crowding grown 1745|Of worlds, and every singlest of them speaks 1745|Man, as himself, to every other thing 1745|By voice or look. Thus was it ever thus, 1745|But for creation's edification, Man 1745|Was giv'n to meriting, not for workman's wages. 1745|But wondrous now is wond'rous; man is grown 1745|A Saviour from a tender Mother's breast, 1745|Adopt a Father, and is nam'd by names 1745|That neither will nor can be, now great kings 1745|And mighty rulers, now such meanly vile 1745|As they who ran their ruling beasts in creeks, 1745|Or fed their soules in fosses; now wise men 1745|And wise philosophers, now proud republics; 1745|But now the meanest herd that knows no law, 1745|But obeys some lusty prince that combs 1745|His beauteous herds, and joins them to his power 1745|In servile chains. Who but had thought the word 1745|Rulership should cover so vast a zone? 1745|Was it design'd that wilt of Nations should 1745|Supreme as law? That one SUPERNIGANDY 1745|Should from the twain of Mary and of Joseph 1745|Take away the finger of control, and make 1745|One people of a King? If so, no more 1745|Shall Mary, cry out 'Vengeance on thee'--nor call 1745|On Joseph to fulfil thy rage, thy wantonness; 1745|But in the open words of peace let him reign 1745|As now he reigns, and let him not ungrateful be 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 2820 ======================================== 1855|O what are you waiting for? 1855|And now you know, in the darkness, 1855|The stars have gone to their hiding, 1855|And the wild war-whoop rings 1855|With the long gun-vow. 1855|And the fire-flames of the moor and dell - 1855|The lightnings from the mountains whirled - 1855|And the night is gone 1855|Over the hills and far away 1855|In her pallor and gloom. 1855|And now the sun, his morning serenade, 1855|Shows the wild deer and the flying hare, 1855|And the lark, from the coppice, 1855|Sings to his song 1855|All day long. 1855|And far away on the hill-side still 1855|The moon is twinkling, gleaming, glancing, 1855|And the hill-side lamp 1855|Tinges the hills and the woodlands white 1855|With the magic light of her beams. 1855|And here on the farm's low ground, 1855|I sit and listen, I love 1855|The war-song that comes to me from 1855|The guns of the hill. 1855|But the darkness and the war-lust fill 1855|My heart with fears and doubts and doubts, 1855|But only my heart,-- 1855|And what of the love that cannot be? 1855|What of the love that's not true? 1855|Or the love, since it cannot be, 1855|That the world shall have to it? 1855|"Wife and lover," she says, with an inward grace 1855|That seems to say, "'tis good to keep 1855|A wife and lover, and let them keep 1855|Their own happiness. True, the years 1855|Remain a changeless series of strife, 1855|But the path must be a journey, and we 1855|Should reach our goal to meet the dawn." 1855|And what of the years that yet she waits 1855|That will be spent like the morning dew 1855|With the fresh dew of love that her tears shed 1855|Ere the day-light's at root? 1855|How can she sleep? 1855|For the world has been, of a truth, 1855|In her heart a world of sorrows mixed 1855|With her own heart in its long mire; 1855|And her soul had the feverish joy 1855|That gave her life-blood throbbing thrill, 1855|And made the throbbing blood-tense joy 1855|A thing for laughter or for tears; 1855|And the deep, clear, slow, passionate years 1855|Of her life were torn, as she wept, apart 1855|To find a place and meaning in life, 1855|And a way forth out of its drear gloom; 1855|And all her past were like a dream of peace, 1855|Or music half-unborn. 1855|O lover, she was only wife, 1855|And did not think of love, except when wed, 1855|Or when, the time was full come, her soul 1855|Would be a soul of other moods; and she, 1855|The mother, did not dream that she, 1855|The wife, should die unwept away, 1855|Nor dream that her soul, a spirit born 1855|Of other women, might fly hence, 1855|At God's summons, to her Maker's arms, 1855|And in the mystic chambers meet 1855|The spirits of a world of soul. 1855|And she died, a woman! All her life 1855|Her life was full of love and truth, 1855|And all her day was full of love; 1855|And death was the end of that. 1855|To-day, I would not say her name, 1855|Though the lips that have not loved so well 1855|Should tell what love she had. 1855|There's a far-off hillside near the sea, 1855|Whose dark slope looks over it, 1855|And there beside its rugged scarred face, 1855|Where waves in fury come and run, 1855|And where the sea sings like a song ======================================== SAMPLE 2830 ======================================== 1727|I would have had him fight one day with a man he knew in one of the tribes of 1727|his father's house--a hard fight he would have had." 1727|"But you must not tell me this stranger, my father," {105} said Penelope 1727|"Don't mention him to anybody. If you want to use him, let me 1727|know, and I will make use of him myself in due time. It is time 1727|to be leaving all our things behind us, and I will bring them 1727|back when you have told your father; but keep your own counsel 1727|between the generations, but when any of you has shown him disrespect, 1727|he may go the way that he would prefer. I wish us both welcome 1727|into our comfortable homes when the gods punish you; but do not 1727|set too much expectation on him." 1727|Thus did she speak, and Ulysses was glad when he heard her answer. 1727|Then Medon held up his hands in triumph, raising his wine cup 1727|high in the glow of the great fire, and said: 1727|"The people of Ithaca will not hear of this," he said, "nor 1727|will they give me the welcome that I want. In my father's house 1727|I have had some small success in persuading the natives to allow me 1727|to fly over the seas, but this is a matter of long ago. 1727|"They will never understand me, and if I have a success with them 1727|they will still look askance. I will prove them as much as I can 1727|over the objections of the people, but no matter how much I 1727|say, if I tell them he has been a traitor to his own father's 1727|hut, they will not believe it. I am not the only one who has 1727|been troubled by it, and I cannot have all things arranged for 1727|me as I would wish. I must have my revenge myself, or see it 1727|with its full face." 1727|With this he sat down in the middle of the embers on which he 1727|had been sitting. Ulysses rose from his seat and went across the 1727|fire to the other side, where his wife was seated with the stock 1727|of wheat in her hands. He would have spoken with her at once, had 1727|not Minerva interfered. He went straight up to her, touched 1727|her hand, and said, "You are troubled by a faint and froward 1727|guise; here is a vessel that you may try yourself. This vessel 1727|can carry a man, or could carry any one he wanted--and he 1727|could easily afford to go to any great distance on his own account." 1727|As he spoke he took her hand in his own and kissed it. "Did you 1727|never tell me what it meant?" he asked. "Your wife, and that 1727|of your three daughters--your eldest daughter who is now only nine, 1727|and two of your youngest who are both now grown women?" 1727|"I did not tell you that," answered Penelope. "No, Ulysses, 1727|we had long thought and planned to wed, but in the first place 1727|we had not heard Ulysses coming home." 1727|Ulysses smiled as he answered and said, "You knew Ulysses all the 1727|time he was off his native land, and yet he comes home. Now, 1727|can you guess which of the suitors he is at present? It cannot be 1727|more than he will remain to-night. I will make you acquainted myself 1727|which one would do you harm, and which one would do you honour. 1727|The suitors for whom I am now worried are the two who have 1727|been delaying the wedding, one of whom, you know, is Eumaeus of 1727|Ithaca." 1727|"You are right, my friend," said Penelope, "but now the plan is 1727|probable that you are going to kill him himself. I have a 1727|message for him. He wants to marry you, and so will he keep 1727|you from being taken from your home." 1727|"Do not take him to Helen," said Ulysses, "for if he ======================================== SAMPLE 2840 ======================================== 15370|Of a good thing in your mouth, 15370|And my lips, alas! must be 15370|(Oh! for a chance like this to be!) 15370|When all the rest were gone! 15370|The poor boy is not to blame; 15370|In a very degree, no doubt; 15370|But he only meant to 15370|Praise me when I passed. 15370|But I'm so very much offended 15370|That I almost feel ashamed, 15370|And I wish myself to cry-- 15370|"I think you did me _un_by-by." 15370|I do beg you all, who'll take my pains 15370|(My verses) just to read, 15370|If you're in the sad position 15370|Of being young, and all the world's dust-- 15370|But 'tis not half so easy 15370|To be gay as me. 15370|You may see as many ways as you please, 15370|You cannot change the effect; 15370|But the way I usually begin, 15370|You must remember aright. 15370|But you seem to hold my word, 15370|So pardon me, if I fail 15370|(You cannot change the language if I say it) 15370|In esteem, you'll be sorry. 15370|Well, I'm going to tell 15370|My heart and say good-bye-- 15370|It's easy to be gay, I'm sure 15370|If you don't make the mistake. 15370|There was a lad who lived down the lane, 15370|And he was pretty smart, 15370|Had _something_ to do, 15370|And he never cried unless he should-- 15370|And he was clever too. 15370|For every time that the mother said, 15370|"But he's only one year old!" 15370|He was very glad to obey, 15370|But we _all_ are children, you see, 15370|And it is wiser to show it, if you 15370|Can help it, than withhold it. 15370|And it is better, I find, 15370|When children are told to be true, 15370|When they don't say things that are so 15370|And will think they're saying "please." 15370|But I'm glad to see 15370|That I'm not one of those-- 15370|Ah, here in the log-house with the clover blossoms red and 15370|"What makes the child cry?" you ask. 15370|Child, child, the weeping willow-buds 15370|Will not make thee sigh; 15370|Child, child, the sighing willow 15370|Is a thing to weep. 15370|"What makes my child cry?" "What is it?" you will cry, 15370|But the little one will cry for the green, green willow, 15370|That fell on her breast when, over the hill and away, 15370|She cried--and there he is in the tree! 15370|"What makes my child cry?" 15370|She will weep the day off her back, 15370|And she will weep the flower that's plucked, 15370|And she will weep the day 15370|When she had none, but she would weep. 15370|She will weep the day that her dear one sleeps, 15370|And the day when her darling's hair is brown; 15370|She will weep the day that her dear one lies, 15370|And the day on which this is all said-- 15370|Yes, she will go and weep. 15370|"What's a tear for, father?" 15370|And a tear for, mother, 15370|And a tear for every other thing 15370|That's wrong, and cannot be right! 15370|If I knew a babe I would make it mine 15370|(I should be a good boy then) 15370|And love it and cherish it day and night-- 15370|If I knew a babe I should have it so! 15370|A dear little babe I would make it mine, 15370|(I should be a wise little man then) 15370|And love it and cherish it day and night-- 15370|If I knew a dear little babe I should have it so! 15370|If I should die before ======================================== SAMPLE 2850 ======================================== I cannot speak to thee, nor have I power to hear 1852|Though I were speechless, like a leaf that's laid in earth! 1852|"This thing is certain, too; your words of comfort are idle; 1852|They are like the empty whisper of birds in Summer. 1852|"Your heart, my child, will find a voice from whence it can spring, 1852|"And when so faint, so feeble, that it dares not aspire, 1852|Yet in a moment is heard, and with a cry of rapture 1852|Speaks, and the words that follow flow from the heart!" 1852|He speaks. The woman's brow is as a cloudless summer 1852|That rests upon the waters and is gone from the sky. 1852|"I thank you, Lord, for a word so tender and manly; 1852|"But I am not the woman who can love him or fear him, 1852|"And, when in the presence of those I love, a cry from him 1852|Comes, and all my heart has passed into his bosom! 1852|"My soul's not in its vessel, nor is my body's:-- 1852|Yet,--Lord, by thyself, my Love! by thy tenderness, 1852|Give me, at least, a word of the woman's heart! 1852|"The man who has conquered in thee, 1852|Is the victor in all things." 1852|He spoke with so much reason, so much warmth, 1852|That in that earnestness, what else but tenderness 1852|Could make so soft a word? 1852|Was it a cry of natural love 1852|From the heart's depths? 1852|I cannot tell. 1852|If there ever were a need, 1852|When the soft light came upon her face, 1852|For that strong appeal to human hearts, 1852|I know not how, and would not have made it 1852|For myself. 1852|But since, 'tis so hard to remember 1852|Even in its memory, what else could I 1852|Have said? 1852|When we spoke, 1852|It was as the light at even falling down 1852|From a star, through the vast and starless night. 1852|And her head droops o'er the pillow of rest 1852|That lies so comfortably in my hand: 1852|And though I do love her, I do not blame 1852|Or forgive her; and this is the grief I know, 1852|The grief that would be compassionate to you, 1852|Though you did not love it. That she loved him--fear him 1852|The world would believe it, had you not heard 1852|The sound of his voice, nor dream of his looks, 1852|Nor dream of their kisses--and all the while 1852|The whisper, the whisper, and all the while 1852|The words of his song, echoing all the while 1852|In the sweet melody of his heart, 1852|And his heart's beat in you. 1852|For I heard it, and the sweet refrain 1852|Was as a sound to your heart, and it brought 1852|Like a touch,--which is all;--such passion, this passion. 1852|And it seemed a touch indeed, when you spoke 1852|Of all that she cherished; the heart to the soul, 1852|And what all the world loved and envied in her, 1852|And all that she desired,--and, all the while, 1852|You saw her own vision all in a smile. 1852|You knew, then, what she loved; how, for all you said, 1852|You seemed to hear, not hear, the music, all in her. 1852|And this was the grief you knew not of my own, 1852|What grief could it find? 1852|And my heart grew colder; 1852|So did I hear, you heard, what all you heard, you heard. 1852|And at length my soul shrank and sank upon you, 1852|As a wave sinking before a sudden blast. 1852|That heart beat so quietly, as the sound 1852|Of one's own blood fell upon it, that at length, 1852|As one's own voice, it was mingled with yours, 1852|And ======================================== SAMPLE 2860 ======================================== 4272|There shall the sweet, the pure, the wise, 4272|And true-hearted be! 4272|We read of the old, white-robed patriot's 4272|High renown; 4272|We think of the young, pure-hearted lad, 4272|We think of the stern, old 4272|Wise men of old, 4272|Where, when in war's wild height they were young, 4272|How they reaped renown: 4272|The tender mother's fondest prayer 4272|For pride and joy, 4272|The tender son's fond heart-felt joy 4272|For the mother's fair-- 4272|Oh! there were deep-hearted mothers there, 4272|Deep-hearted boys, 4272|Deep-hearted patriots all on earth, 4272|To whom a noble strife 4272|Made millions of well-born souls their own, 4272|A right-born, native race of men, 4272|Sans-Ough, sans-onge, 4272|Sans-touche, sans-offonge, 4272|Who strove their freedom to defend, 4272|A little one, whom the brave died for, 4272|Or who went proud in the war-cloud's fight, 4272|And saved a world. 4272|"God grant our nation, 4272|"God grant all his sons, 4272|"To bear this common burden, 4272|"With love and a friend in their heart, 4272|"A brother or friend in their sight, 4272|"And never with strife the last word, 4272|Though death must be near!" 4272|How many a long year, 4272|How many a day, 4272|The soldier mourns for his loss, 4272|And the blood-stained steel has left an evil impression: he, that never 4272|wanders alone, 4272|But at the head of a troop, 4272|And his eyes still on the sky: all he loves is the star, 4272|The shining beacon of his path. 4272|Then how joyous he goes! 4272|Yet now is he at rest, 4272|He hears no voice in the mountain-shade, 4272|No wind in the leaf, nor sound of a stream: 4272|There is no echo to wake the song, 4272|There's no flower to tell the spring's delight, 4272|No bird to sing to the glad wild chase; 4272|He knows not the heart-breaking sigh 4272|Of sorrow--the soldier's soul's distress. 4272|Then to the soldier how happy he goes, 4272|And his path is sweet and clear. 4272|For the stormy wind's voice is hushed, 4272|He hears no voice at evening in the vale, 4272|Nor does he hear the howling storm, 4272|The din of hell's roar or of heaven's fire; 4272|None cheer or caution he needs; 4272|All is still, all is strange and stilly, as he 4272|To the heart-breaking dream of the land of light. 4272|Then how joyous he goes, 4272|And in silence he treads his way, 4272|And he can hear the night-hawk's warning cry 4272|From the cliff where the wild birds scream with fear, 4272|Or the dreary sound of the weary blast, 4272|That sighs over the lonely sea. 4272|Then how joyful he goes! 4272|Yet he hears no song in the night. 4272|O ye, who lead armies on through the fight, 4272|From your home in the Land of Light! 4272|From your homes in the Land of Sight and Sound, 4272|Afar he goes to the cause of men. 4272|Oh, may thy soldiers for him a steady view 4272|Have, and to aid him may venture, 4272|And to guard and drive him o'er the sea 4272|May he be safe in his comrade's care, 4272|That is faithful and steady and just, 4272|Who is true to God, to his Country, and Truth. 4272|O ye sons of the soldiery--the well-trained and great 4272|In council and in battle, 4272|In battle, and ======================================== SAMPLE 2870 ======================================== 35553|A small, quaint church; and not a single stone 35553|But some kind guardian old wall or monument 35553|Of rude or friezeless carving, or the dint 35553|Of some rude iron plate. One sees the rust 35553|Of ages in a thousand little stones, 35553|Whose beauty can but pity beggars make. 35553|"But what is this new thing? Oh! it is a book 35553|Which, for a moment, seems to smile on me. 35553|I scarcely think what things may follow now, 35553|My mind's full, with an infinite delight, 35553|And with a pleasure which will not be past, 35553|Until it has put on all my old dress, 35553|And brought to me some book of _Dugaldino_. 35553|'Twas he, says I, who put this new invention 35553|Of steel upon the walls of this old church, 35553|To put a statue out of use and glory, 35553|That in this place we may behold their glory. 35553|Oh! what an awe was mine when it was laid 35553|Upon my eyelids! and the words it said, 35553|Wherewith it seemed to bid me in my heart 35553|Do as the old man did, and close the book." 35553|"I knew it well, when it by the side of me 35553|Was lying on the hearth; it was the book 35553|He used, when, at his own cost, he kept it whole:-- 35553|And how it seems it doth not, must not keep now, 35553|It is so small, it but holds that picture which 35553|Has made my living." "This, I believe but grows 35553|More like a dream. You need not waste your breath 35553|In prying into it. 'Tis quite secure 35553|For you, in spite of all his foreknowledge. 35553|And, if you read it, you'll find, I'm not guessing 35553|Aught at all,--'twas such a commonplace, book." 35553|As thus the old man's words, while all they sought 35553|Were found, they ended with,--"Be contented? 35553|Ah, no, I'm tired of this! 'Tis only a dream. 35553|'Tis of a beauty and a tenderness 35553|I could not but mention, when I looked 35553|Upon it closely,--for I thought that it 35553|The same should have been my memory's symbol." 35553|In the middle of the night, a little boy 35553|With his face hidden in a crumpled sheet, 35553|Merely awoke,--when in her bed beside him 35553|A melancholy dream came o'er his head, 35553|And his own little one, who slept the sleep! 35553|From whence came they so soon such a dream? 35553|The thought took him straight to where he was. 35553|The house was full of sleep:--he woke,-- 35553|Asking where he was?--to whom he said, 35553|"I'm here to do some work for Miss Fudge;-- 35553|I must get to my work, before ten; 35553|I must get to my work without delay." 35553|To this the dame at once in haste replies, 35553|"Why, then, take lessons!--why a doctor?"-- 35553|She does not seem very good--'twas clear, 35553|You see, you could get nothing else than this! 35553|"And so you must? Well, then, don't complain; 35553|I'll send for--who's likely to get sick? 35553|I'll send for--who's to blame? It's you, my dear!" 35553|Then up they rose, and made a quick retreat, 35553|Giving good heed to what the dame had said, 35553|And looking as though all that was done was done; 35553|And then their clothes unbound, and off they went. 35553|The morning came, and plainly did appear 35553|That they were all out of all their power to sleep, 35553|Save what was only half-asleep; 35553|For not so deeply would they lie. 35553|"Oh, pray, pray, what ======================================== SAMPLE 2880 ======================================== I will write to my friend Ettrick Rivington, 1287|And give my word he'll soon write to the Pope." 1287|And the king in a manner with joy replied: 1287|'Good luck to my friend and his queen as well. 1287|To our friend the priest, as I trust, may his coming 1287|The true one have been.' Then he kissed the priest's hand. 1287|The young man, too, a very thoughtful reader, 1287|A thoughtful reader, as all may see, 1287|Received the same in full, and his thoughts were thus 1287|As ever will be in the world below. 1287|The man in the Church, who often is seen 1287|At the Mass in the choir, his mind intent, 1287|The Holy See, the Church, and the Pope, was too ill 1287|To rise before the dawn. So he said,-- 1287|He was very well at once, and a day 1287|Was ended from his day's work as he thought. 1287|For he went straight to the convent, where he saw 1287|Men and women, who were all waiting for him 1287|With much sorrow and much sorrowful talk. 1287|Then a young man, with ragged garments on, 1287|(Who was for want of clothing outcasts, you see!) 1287|Besought the priest to take them to him in town, 1287|For the poor had neither good clothes nor stockings. 1287|And the old priest, while the new-found man spoke, 1287|The good man heard, and in silence said:-- 1287|'O my friend, if it is not impossible, 1287|Give to the poor these new clothes which I sew! 1287|There's much sorrow, and much sorrowful talk, 1287|Each one to the other, and each one's speech 1287|Is the same thing--the Pope or the man. 1287|O'er the poor clothes in the convent there gleams 1287|What I can make of the thread of a needle!' 1287|The young man, of his own free will, answered him 1287|The wise words of the old priest:--'You must care! 1287|I'll give them to you then, if I can, 1287|But as you're no poor I'll have them also.'" 1287|The man was glad, and glad had the others too, 1287|While he was the last at this and the chorus, 1287|For his friends might not fail him. 1287|Then again came the solemn prayer, and also 1287|Another sermon, and there was music, 1287|And all the music and every thing was holy. 1287|The priest, and likewise the man, and they knelt 1287|Down on the poor, and the clothes were washed withal, 1287|And in thanks again for all their kind aid 1287|They gave--they gave them all willingly. 1287|As the old man in his arms sat--the poor man, 1287|The man and the child, while the children kneeled down, 1287|Besought God that each one might be living yet, 1287|And with that kind of thought the man was glad. 1287|THE old clock, in the clock-tower, keeps time 1287|As thus from morn till evening by-- 1287|And still time stands, as now, at half-past ten. 1287|The clock hangs slow, and listens at night. 1287|With slow and patient footsteps it goes. 1287|The old clock, in the clock-tower, keeps time; 1287|Yet, never can the good and wise 1287|In the silence, time out of tune, 1287|At their own minds' game. 1287|THE poor folk in the convent are tired, 1287|And each hath something to resign, 1287|The more to watch for the worse. 1287|The clock strikes twelve, and its feet glide 1287|Fast onward, and at full speed. 1287|A little girl begs the poor folk so 1287|She hardly can keep from crying. 1287|"Let us eat, then," the sick people cry, 1287|"To live will not be for long!" 1287|Thus is it asked, and thus answered, 1287|Those who cannot eat, yet must drink, ======================================== SAMPLE 2890 ======================================== 615|The foe is ready to assail; so he 615|Boldly the fatal fray wills to end, 615|And in the fury of the field is laid. 615|With that the duke's good host, in battle stied, 615|And with much slaughter made the marsh below. 615|"If I may judge by this, in many a land 615|I have seen such slaughter in my time," said he, 615|"As here to-day to-day was seen to-day, 615|With victory, for I saw the conqueror 615|With twenty thousand men opposed to naught." 615|To this the rest: "You shall be victor at last, 615|For what is said in sooth, we well know right; 615|But would you not overcome with our aid, 615|You shall with this usury, perchance, appease? 615|Well may you do that, if you are not slain." 615|"I here would perish, or with my content 615|Escape." To them all cried, nor heard his rede. 615|Rogero, who alone could have been slain, 615|In his fierce passion, and the rest alone; 615|And these, because they could not do him ill, 615|Sought his excuse, and answered with disdain. 615|"Let him not see that it should happen," said 615|Rogero, "though to my wish ye wish it so, 615|That to your will ye are no more to be; 615|For by this meagre sentence I at last 615|Shall die, I, who have done this thing to you. 615|"To-morrow you shall be with this one bled; 615|And 'twill be my end as well, if I, who, you see, 615|As I am, a captive have endured hard play, 615|Because the man who took me, ere I died, 615|Shall take us in, the better to atone. 615|Nor this nor that, what is the meed, avail: 615|This one alone hath done me any ill. 615|"The man, for which I am this evil borne, 615|Myself will die; but he will not this do; 615|'Tis he alone, because he could not see 615|Who is against me in the field below; 615|And he shall not do so any more: 615|The man, if I believe his memory, 615|Was only for my profit there to do, 615|Which I was wholly to have endured, if death 615|Had caused him to endure it, and in play 615|Had left him there to have an advantage." 615|Then turning his to right and left a race, 615|Who from that place had turned about their way, 615|Sought them in their space where they were facing, 615|Nor with his sword would stay the leaguering foe. 615|"I know not, I who only now am here, 615|Whereof this duke's speech is told," Rogero cried, 615|"Nor wherefore he should say so, by what right 615|He could we know, when he is now in arms. 615|And he shall do what other duke did not; 615|For 'tis not he that I with my good sword 615|Encompass, but him that is here confined." 615|Then with a smile and sign he made repair, 615|Fell on that warrior's chin, and so was freed. 615|With him his head Rogero's hand embraced, 615|And the two knights, while on the field remained, 615|In mutual love were burning; both were one, 615|Nor in their hearts another was they two. 615|When the bold knights were ended in that round, 615|Then, with Rogero, stood Rogero's guide: 615|With whom, as was, and the good warrior's lore, 615|Rogero long had hoped, and long desired: 615|For, for the first time shown, he had beheld 615|The duke his master, loved by many a peer, 615|The lady who defended him from doubt, 615|And, in that lady's aid, the warrior had; 615|And now with this and to-day had joined in fight, 615|Yet the same knight in that ensanguined good, 615|Which he had wrought among the Saracens, 615|Which thus his honour for the paynim king 615|And noble Valour ======================================== SAMPLE 2900 ======================================== 1287|Of his name 1287|A man and a youth? 1287|And now when with him you stand, 1287|Then tell me, ye maidens, what has happened? 1287|Where's he gone? 1287|What is he doing? 1287|The youth's a noble youth-- 1287|And of no woman is he found. 1287|He leaves a wife and child 1287|Beside a ruin of the same. 1287|His friends are gone, and his bride 1287|A damsel new-made, I ween. 1287|In his house the father sits 1287|The wife's abode, and the child's 1287|As is his bed beneath the beam. 1287|And all are thus for want of care. 1287|But how can I tell if that be so! 1287|And who can tell you? 1287|I know not what to do 1287|With this youth; his name I ne'er could learn. 1287|HE, the son of an old woman gone! 1287|A noble youth he, if I may trust to one! 1287|A youth to whom we need not give 1287|A father's name, a sister's, wife's,-- 1287|A youth, and he is one to whom 1287|Praise is due, and tears and prayers are due. 1287|How is it with him? 1287|Fold up his garment, and kiss him; 1287|Let us take him home. 1287|He will do as I bid him, 1287|And bring you back the gift they gave him. 1287|And tell you, he is young and considerate. 1287|THERE, as you have seen, the king is seated, 1287|There's a prince and maid beside him; 1287|And they are laughing, kissing, praising him 1287|And he is laughing, kissing, praising her. 1287|What is it, ask you, does this monarch say 1287|'Sorrento?--Nay, my son, it is 'sury.' 1287|Henceforth, with his own hand, he will give you 1287|Your wages, and the whole world will know it. 1287|If his son would give them all he had, 1287|How great a treasure in his coffers! 1287|But it is not so with us, my child! 1287|We have done with the world's riches. 1287|Here is wine and here is meat and bread, 1287|And here the best of cakes we have brought. 1287|We can now enjoy ourselves as the king wants us; 1287|Why can't he give his whole bounty thus? 1287|'Tis for her father that we love him-- 1287|But he might see that he is loved. 1287|THE SWEETEST I'VE EVER KNOWN 1287|I never know a maid I love and I care 1287|So dearly, that I can't bear her as other women do. 1287|I cannot bear her as other women can, 1287|No more her tender touch upon my senses feels so sweet. 1287|I cannot bear her as others can, 1287|I cannot bear her with such strength. 1287|Ah then the maiden could no less be loved, 1287|The maiden with such gentleness so full of grace 1287|So sweetly fair, could never be my own dear bride. 1287|So gently she has touched my senses, 1287|So kindly she has kissed me, O God, 1287|That I can fancy the most dainty pair of eyes 1287|That ever looked lovingly on one so fair, 1287|And that her voice seems soft and gentle as the flute of May. 1287|I can be most gentle, as is best, 1287|And gentle too, and holy, for she knows how dear 1287|I am, when my dear maids and I are thought of so. 1287|I cannot suffer her as others can, 1287|I cannot be too loving, as is good, 1287|But to her I can say, as I have said, 1287|"My fair is like to win my love, 1287|My love is like to win her love." 1287|WELL, so dear! 1287|The day is very fine, 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 2910 ======================================== 5184|"Thou hast learned the language of the women 5184|Of the nations of the Northland, 5184|From the daughters of the distant islands; 5184|Learn the ancient women's language, 5184|Hast thou learnt the names of all the women 5184|In thy earliest childhood years, 5184|In thy needful early morning hours?" 5184|Spake the ancient Wainamoinen: 5184|"I have learned the language of the maidens, 5184|Hast thou learned the ancient language?" 5184|This is Lemminkainen's answer: 5184|"I have learned the language of the women, 5184|All the names of the ancient women, 5184|Hast thou learned the ancient mothers' wisdom? 5184|This is little knowledge enowenen; 5184|I have little wisdom seenuni." 5184|Straightway as the hero made answer, 5184|Straightway as the dame judged proper, 5184|In her ears the names of womankind 5184|Rang like the snap-crooked reed-fork, 5184|Did not skill in reading rivalwomen, 5184|Did not skill in reading fish-nets. 5184|Made he, then, one knee inclined 5184|Towards Kaukomieli, old and noble. 5184|"Who," spake the hero, Lemminkainen, 5184|"Hast thou known within thy youth, and in thy life, 5184|Who the maiden fair that beautifies 5184|Sowth in forthright beauty on the sea-shore?" 5184|Louhi, hostess of Pohyola, 5184|Then replied the hostess of Pohyola: 5184|"In my days was Ilmatar, 5184|And the lovely hostess of Pohyola, 5184|As a casket upon my table; 5184|I have known her of great beauty, 5184|In my house has long admired her." 5184|Spake the reckless Lemminkainen: 5184|"Whoever thou art, old hero, 5184|You, I think, belong to old acquaintance; 5184|You have known her long and thoroughly, 5184|And have watched o'er her from day to day, 5184|All the winter nights and winter mornings." 5184|Lemminkainen's mother answered: 5184|"This is more than three years, son-in-law, 5184|Indeed I ween we've seen each other, 5184|Saw each other at the island camp-sides 5184|Saw each other at the Pohya-forests; 5184|In each other's arms I've laid my head." 5184|Spake the hero, Lemminkainen, 5184|These the words of Kaukomieli: 5184|"If my mother had a greater wisdom, 5184|More of virtue, more of courage, 5184|I would lay my head in sacks of flax-thread, 5184|Roll my coins through Pohya-awa." 5184|Lemminkainen's mother answered: 5184|"This is all thy present country, 5184|All the rest thou hast in fee but little; 5184|All the rest thou hast in bargain, 5184|Bread for royalty thou shalt not buy it." 5184|Spake the hero, Lemminkainen, 5184|These the words of Kaukomieli: 5184|"Since thou hast a greater wisdom, 5184|More of virtue, more of courage, 5184|Dearest mother of my being, 5184|Dearest mother of this village, 5184|Let my shoulders of no-great-ness 5184|Thrust thou also into booths, 5184|Let thy head be on the heaps of straw; 5184|Cast it in the iron pan like wheat; 5184|Let it be its proper part provided." 5184|Lemminkainen's mother answered: 5184|"This is all thy present country, 5184|All the rest thou hast in fee but little; 5184|All the rest thou hast in bargain, 5184|Bread for royalty thou shalt not buy it." 5184|So the mother of the hero 5184|To the binder bears her basket, 5184 ======================================== SAMPLE 2920 ======================================== 1304|Till you come to thy home indeed, 1304|And find thy peace again. 1304|'Tis but a season, sweet time of year, 1304|That Heaven to us restores, 1304|When every bud with blush of spring, 1304|The vale makes garlands fine. 1304|But vain the blushes of the rose, 1304|And sweet the violet's eye; 1304|And vain the smile of morning light, 1304|When, all the earth beguiles, 1304|The mocking-bird's shrill whistle wakes 1304|The woodland's answer wild. 1304|The merry, merry season is come, 1304|The blooming fruitage is pluck'd, 1304|The bee is busy from the breast, 1304|And the blackbird in the tree. 1304|'Tis but a season, sweet time of year, 1304|That Eden's woods are rife; 1304|O'er all the fields the winds are blown, 1304|And every fountain's fill'd. 1304|The swallow, with unsteady wing, 1304|Comes o'er the mountain side; 1304|And on the plain comes laughing John, 1304|The cricket cheers and sings. 1304|'Tis but a season, sweet time of year, 1304|That Earth once more is seen; 1304|For Eden's walls, with fresher green, 1304|Smooth tints imprint tell-tale. 1304|Then, like a picture, Eden's walls 1304|Boldly display their paint, 1304|And then 'tis silent, though alive, 1304|Until it quite deceives. 1304|The white, white rose, and pale pink-lipped lily, 1304|And purple lily, and white rose, 1304|They fade like shadows in a glass; 1304|And all the rest are but a gleam. 1304|'Tis only when the summer is done, 1304|And all the blooms are culled, 1304|That, on a green bank near the stream, 1304|An olive grows with verdure fraught. 1304|It blooms with verdure quite outworn, 1304|For summer cares made it so; 1304|And when he found his love was dead, 1304|How pale its glories grew! 1304|Yet, when the lover fell asleep, 1304|It bloomed in beauty's spite, 1304|And when it wakefulness has made, 1304|How sweet its odours were! 1304|At morn, from its lone and lonely bower, 1304|It shrills in plaintive moan; 1304|When noon grows crimson o'er the hills, 1304|It is most wondrous fair. 1304|And when the snow begins to fall, 1304|It makes a lovely ring; 1304|When stormy blasts are thickening round, 1304|'Tis gentle in its spring. 1304|The lilies in their sullen pride 1304|Shrink not at the noonday sun; 1304|The red rose bows her head while mists 1304|Are circling round her grave. 1304|'Tis strange that flower so peaceful should 1304|Be wrung with anguished pain, 1304|That at a time like this, should seem 1304|So wholly broke in vain. 1304|O, had she perished in that cold, 1304|That frightful dark alone! 1304|Such quiet as this 'twere to win 1304|Some gentle heart to-night. 1304|But let it die, the garden lies 1304|So near it must be found. 1304|FAREWELL, my Love, a long farewell! 1304|She 's far away and I must home. 1304|It 's far away, and O the van! 1304|A faraway is a strange road. 1304|If my Love should come I know not when, 1304|Far away, or when she 'd been elswhere! 1304|What should I do then, dear, my grief to grieve 1304|Or to hope to make her stay a little space? 1304|Nay, nay! the least I can do is this: 1304|To leave my window open while she goes ======================================== SAMPLE 2930 ======================================== 27221|The goslings, at the banqueting seen, 27221|Went chirping homewards; and the bee 27221|Drew short with alarm, and in the tree 27221|Held high his horn, till, all but him, 27221|A shepherd by, the banqueting gone, 27221|Appeared the tiny nimble vulture, 27221|The same who from a thousand years before 27221|Had only mused upon those hills, 27221|With all their beauty laden dead; and, while 27221|The flock had all been gathered home, 27221|He pierced the woodland, with a vengeance, 27221|And tore asunder night and day the boughs 27221|Where'er he swooped for supper, as he swoop'd, 27221|And to the lampless hills of heaven 27221|Roll'd fast on high his beamy talons; 27221|While, from the forest's gloom, to him, 27221|Like lightning, the red comet, the clear wreathing 27221|Of a cloudy moon, the stars flew out; 27221|And like a whirlwind the vulture flew, 27221|And the night shriek'd, and the heavens grew dark with clamour. 27221|So when a man with angry mien 27221|Was come to visit his deceased friend, 27221|He bade the bard farewell, and then began 27221|The funeral song of his old teacher. 27221|"Good night!" he said; "Good night, thou bard, and good-day; 27221|For thee and me, thou learned, never more 27221|For us, the children of the stars, shall dawn. 27221|Thy song was made for man, and heaven's bright arch, 27221|Where, in the light of our Creator, we 27221|Shall soar, and in our bodies rise again. 27221|The man returns with joy to his fair chosen field, 27221|The bird with bird shall sing the night along. 27221|The flower returns to the green earth's bosom, 27221|The tree, in bloom, shall bear to thee farewell, 27221|Thou humblest nymph, and lightest of the throng, 27221|Who art as loving to our lowly home 27221|As sunbeam or the zephyr of the earth. 27221|For thee, our youth, for thee shall heaven bless, 27221|And make our hearts our fathers' glory bleed. 27221|For thee, our age, for thee shall chance misfortune; 27221|But die we love the better for the while. 27221|For thee, a child shall turn to man's old race, 27221|For thee, a master shall to liberty yield. 27221|For thee, thy words, our words shall live again; 27221|For thee, our very hopes, our hopes shall live. 27221|For thee, the world, shall be our heaven and last. 27221|The bard who taught thee that, the bard of earth, 27221|Thy name shall live when time hath swept away, 27221|And thou no more shalt live, but while men speak. 27221|Ah! why do I weep, the while the world is young? 27221|Thy song is cold to-day. 27221|'Tis not the frost that brings the leaves to stand, 27221|'Tis not the thunder that topples towers away. 27221|'Tis not the rain that heaves the summer's dew, 27221|'Tis not the breezes that at our summer play. 27221|'Tis not the breeze that sweeps o'er sails of gold, 27221|'Tis not the sun that lights the summer day. 27221|It is the spirit of a wind without a blast, 27221|It is the spirit of the breath of spring-time air. 27221|'Tis a spirit of an unseen friend, unknown 27221|That wanders when we wake and leaves us when we sleep. 27221|'Tis gone, and now a spirit of sorrow holds 27221|My life within my heart. 27221|My friends shall fill the vacant space of years, 27221|And I shall live on in life's work begun. 27221|Ah! yet once again, once more in thy praise, 27221|Bid me thy verses, that they hear or ======================================== SAMPLE 2940 ======================================== 841|All but the little head; 841|And while I saw him there in the grass, 841|What he had been, it was a boy or a man. 841|His hand was in mine, his fingers found 841|Mine; and I was so tired I could not tell. 841|His eyes were calm and gentle, and a boy, 841|His face was full of innocence and love; 841|His eyes were full of hope, filled with a joy 841|I could not tell him of. But as I looked 841|At those tender eyes, the boy did not speak. 841|A manhood's coming was upon him, and 841|His face was straightened and his hands were freed 841|From all the fetters round his manhood bound. 841|The little boy turned and asked me for my bread. 841|As I went over the garden and town 841|We two walked slowly together 841|And I was so tired and sleepy and sick 841|I could no longer bear it; 841|So I walked over the garden and town 841|And watched the sun go vanishing 841|And after it, the great white moon 841|Came down and shining, 841|And we went home together, 841|And I was so tired and sleepy, 841|I could not sleep for fear, 841|So I kept on sleeping and sleeping. 841|O weary heart that can lie 841|In the cold, grey grass alone! 841|When the moonlight comes 841|Shrouded in mist and rain, 841|It hides a face that haunts your dreams, 841|But when the sun goes down 841|It is like a white hand 841|Moving softly on the air... 841|I am sure it is some old friend 841|Going to the good of all. 841|We have lived together long, 841|But never quite the same. 841|I am sure it is some old friend 841|going to the good of all. 841|You are glad, dear, but I am so glad, 841|We have forgotten our pasts, 841|I can never see your eyes 841|That I used to see 841|When I used to be young. 841|You are so wise and clever, 841|You can think the world is a fairy-tale, 841|And every tale that is told 841|Seems so very far 841|From what I think is right. 841|But I, who am happy as a child, 841|I can never understand 841|Why, without any help, 841|I could have got so foolish. 841|You are always looking out for me, 841|And thinking I am not so fair, 841|And that a good dress 841|Is just what _you_ need 841|When going to spend the night. 841|But as you are so wise and clever, 841|I am always, dear, thinking, 841|Of something I forget. 841|It may be a book or a doll, 841|Or I may be out in the garden, 841|Doing something stupid. 841|Or it may be a lovely girl, 841|Sleeping soundly in her bed, 841|Or a red-headed man 841|Playing "fros" on the lawn. 841|Or it may perhaps be you, 841|And you may be standing there, 841|With your arms crossed, and one hand 841|Loosed at your beauty, 841|And the other held in your face, 841|As if you were a toy. 841|And the thought is still,-- 841|I am only human, 841|And when I am old 841|I shall think, dear, of you 841|And a good night to you, 841|And may lie down and sleep. 841|But before you have your rest 841|You will wake to find 841|All the world so full of delight 841|That it would have been so much fun. 841|For there are children playing by the water, 841|And a little girl is laughing in the sun, 841|And she always seems ======================================== SAMPLE 2950 ======================================== 28796|With a mighty bow, he stood beside her 28796|And watched for her return. 28796|Then she came in with a smile radiant, 28796|She took this little hand, 28796|She said to us, "To my love and my home 28796|You go. 28796|Be a daughter of the world to them that love, 28796|And be a little maid in love to me. 28796|I will look after you, dear, and give you 28796|My heart and my life, 28796|Then with that I turned and passed on, 28796|Her hand in his, 28796|Heard by the clang as that ship she swung, 28796|The echo call. 28796|As we drove, the light ooze from the tires 28796|O' gold we bought. 28796|The old churchyard at the back o' the street 28796|Held no relics fair. 28796|Its church-bell we heard the bird-note to ring, 28796|And, as I passed, I heard through the wood a song, 28796|Of a little maiden; and the wind, 28796|It passed beside me, 28796|The way she went when the birds sang in the May, 28796|And the grass was green. 28796|And when the morn was re-embalming 28796|The blood that had found its old master, 28796|And the sun was setting o'er the earth, 28796|My heart was lifted up 28796|Unto the lady that I had not loved 28796|While ever my soul was cold. 28796|The girl I loved, and now had loved, she too 28796|Was beautiful as a pearl. 28796|She walked with me through the streets, 28796|Through the gardens where flowers grew, 28796|She held my hand with a loving and tender hand; 28796|She smiled on me and was glad, 28796|And for us that love and have loved made sweet 28796|Our little home. 28796|I have gone on a quest, 28796|Through the vastness of the seas 28796|To where other children go; 28796|And I have seen a place 28796|Where the children have come to play. 28796|In my dreams my soul has flitted 28796|Where other children live; 28796|And the lovely faces I saw 28796|Are the faces they would lose of 28796|That I have known on vacation. 28796|A long long time ago I sailed on an ocean 28796|All night through; 28796|I had no rest or sleep, 28796|And I lay in the dark, 28796|For a storm was on the deep. 28796|I prayed to the cloud, 28796|With a loud voice praying 28796|For God to show mercy 28796|In a parting-time prayer. 28796|I said, Lord, make clear 28796|The clouds of my sin, 28796|That my sin and death 28796|May be washed away. 28796|He turned away, He said, 28796|If you will grant me prayer, 28796|I will go out to you 28796|And I'll take you home. 28796|Now if I should find 28796|The clouds a little higher, 28796|Then you would understand, 28796|You're my little child, 28796|And oh you'd hold me fast, 28796|And I would not leave you 28796|Lest I should cross again. 28796|The stars were shining far and clear, 28796|But the little little bird was sleeping on the wing. 28796|The night wind came through the window blind, 28796|And down on the ground 28796|Her nest she laid. 28796|And while the starlight fell on the nest, 28796|She heard a voice in her sleep, 28796|She woke and wept, and wept aloud, 28796|For she said, Oh! my mother, help me; 28796|And God answered, Oh! my daughter! 28796|The child was all alone in her nest: 28796|The stars were coming fast, 28796|Through the window she heard the father's voice, 28796|The father's voice she awoke to hear, 28796|Thinking, Oh! little child, come back, ======================================== SAMPLE 2960 ======================================== 1567|And he looked from the window. Her eyes were full 1567|Of tears.... 1567|And there was one at the other of them 1567|They said they would not meet, 1567|But whispered to each other. But the air 1567|Was hushed. Now the first word was: 1567|No doubt... what's this? 1567|Then it became: 1567|The little girl from the next house's room, 1567|A little older, with a smile, 1567|And a fair bright hair like pearls, 1567|Was looking at her father and her mother 1567|In a way that seemed to ask 1567|If they could be glad. 1567|And in the light 1567|Of a smile that seemed to say, 1567|"Don't let anything get to me 1567|That can show I've a fault," 1567|It seemed to be: 1567|"A housewifer! 1567|A little girl's for little boys, 1567|A little girl's for little girls. 1567|And you might come and sit beside 1567|The old man in the square, 1567|And he'd say to you: 1567|Your form is good, but your dress, 1567|I like better, is his! 1567|And you'd say, I'm no prude, 1567|But that you'd be ashamed to look 1567|On a pretty maid as mine!" 1567|And they all would say it-- 1567|The little girl from the three houses, 1567|The little girl at the three houses 1567|And the great-grandmère from every house 1567|Heeding her. 1567|And they made the old woman smile 1567|As she handed out the paper, 1567|They made her turn 1567|To the children, and her husband's face 1567|Grew kinder. 1567|And the good woman took 1567|The small blue slip again, 1567|Which said she understood. 1567|"We've been through that a few times!" 1567|She said, and handed it round. 1567|"But I'd like you to know 1567|We think all this very well 1567|You should be thankful 1567|To be kept and nursed, 1567|And have everything that you can." 1567|It was a white girl with a bright little eye, 1567|And she was laughing as she answered him: 1567|"If you keep me here and let me go, 1567|I will eat my own cake!" 1567|"I'll teach you, little girl," the old woman said, 1567|"To put the best fruit on your head." 1567|But the girl was not a little girl. 1567|And she loved the old woman dearly. 1567|So the old woman let her go, 1567|Took a little white girl in. 1567|And the day passed and the day passed by, 1567|And the girl was not a little girl. 1567|And the day passed to nothing: 1567|The girl was always crying. 1567|But for every day the old woman said: 1567|That you were a little girl! 1567|Then the day passed and the day passed by 1567|And the day was all about her. 1567|And the old woman saw how she cried: 1567|She thought the tears come from her hair. 1567|And she never knew the child she had. 1567|So she put the apple in her bowl and went: 1567|No one knew she'd seen the apple. 1567|And she waited, and waited, and waited, 1567|For the time and the day it past, 1567|And the girl was a little girl, no longer 1567|Little, but laughing: crying: 1567|"Oh, I think I'll go and seek him out!" 1567|But she never did. 1567|I wish that I could go anywhere 1567|And not run into anyone, 1567|Because if I ran into anyone 1567|Somebody would always help me; 1567|And so it's best that I run into, 1567|And run into of course any one. 1567|I wish that I could go anywhere 1567|And not hear the whole ======================================== SAMPLE 2970 ======================================== 14757|That we cannot see the future! I'll 14757|Leave the children and go back to the 14757|Red Lodge." "Why, dear Tom," she exclaimed, 14757|"You are mad. Don't make fun of the children, 14757|But tell me the truth, for you must know 14757|All about it. If there is going to be 14757|Anything going on in the Lodge 14757|That's making us very queer you must 14757|Go and ask them." A tall, slim young man 14757|Laid his long silver bow near Tom's right hand, 14757|And his arrows rested in his quiver. 14757|"The children are making strange noises," 14757|Said the elder with a hint of wrath; 14757|"I took up a message one night from them 14757|And learned that the Grand Lodge of England 14757|They're after secrets." 14757|"So they are," muttered Tom; 14757|"But if we could get there before they found us, 14757|We'd know what to do." 14757|"You mean to tell us," she replied, 14757|With a sly smile, 14757|"Just what we will if they find us out. 14757|And you must get out if you want to keep 14757|Your job." 14757|"No, no, I'm perfectly sure," 14757|Cried Tom, 14757|"If there's anything to be had at the Lodge, 14757|You must have it. Can't you make your living well, 14757|And get by making jokes about things? 14757|I've been out in the country before; 14757|They don't want anything more to say." 14757|"But how about the lodge?" 14757|"It won't give you a drop of water," said one. 14757|"And there isn't any milk-- 14757|It's all spoiled up-country. That's bad. 14757|The children'll do their best to make it look 14757|As if there was not one drop of water. 14757|That's what they say. It's all spoiled up-country." 14757|"But I suppose," said Tom, 14757|"You have more than that," 14757|And the old man shook his head. 14757|"You are quite right," said he to them, 14757|"For what's up-country?" 14757|In a half-laugh. 14757|"No, really," said the elder, 14757|"You are very wrong. We're not a lodge. 14757|We're just a children's camp. We're not much, 14757|But we're making jokes about the things; 14757|And not the things themselves, which is what 14757|Makes a lodge a jokester. 14757|"You're a joke, too, and you know it. 14757|You're just as bad a joke as yourself." 14757|The younger man laughed then, as he had 14757|And the older man said nothing at all. 14757|When the elder and the younger went 14757|Back to the Lodge that night, they were both 14757|So afraid, they went ahead and bought 14757|A bottle of rum, 14757|And sat down to drink. 14757|"I really ought to like you," he said, 14757|After he'd had a couple of glasses. 14757|"It makes me feel warm." 14757|"Don't you at all, Bert," said the younger man. 14757|"It just happened," said the elder, 14757|"As I was reading you stories, just plain 14757|Of course you can't do it. Now, tell me, then." 14757|"Of course!" breathed the young man, as he sighed 14757|In a low kind of way, as if he'd tried 14757|To explain himself. "Of course. I feel _that_ way 14757|Because you made me tell you the same way. 14757|And the same way you said I did in school; 14757|They're not all the same." 14757|"Perhaps it is because," said the elder, 14757|"This country's very cold." 14757|"Not cold!" said the young man loudly, 14757|And his eyes glistened as he rushed on. 14757 ======================================== SAMPLE 2980 ======================================== 27297|Then in a voice that was harsh and hoarse, 27297|"Lass, I see that you're a woman." 27297|The red rose and the white rose? 27297|The little white flower of May? 27297|The little green flower of June! 27297|The little sweet May-bloom that buds and bows 27297|In the green, white, red and blue 27297|Of April's blue and silvery May day; 27297|They are ours, for they were gifted, not lost! 27297|O the green, white, red and blue 27297|Is one that the world's proudest champions wear! 27297|And the red and white they light the sky, 27297|And they light the brow of our proudest queen, 27297|And the pale little eyes 27297|That open to the sunshine or the storm 27297|And shelter us at a fair, glad hour; 27297|And so the roses are ours, and the light-- 27297|The light that is only ours to see, 27297|So the blue and the rose! 27297|They hold in their hands the crowns of our crowns, 27297|The little roses we proudly bear, 27297|They are our crowns with the crowning line 27297|To the sun and the flowers: 27297|The little bright flowers that never tire. 27297|They have a joy in their bright bowers; 27297|And that joy is not ours, 27297|And never will be, 27297|When our hearts, in the days of the year, 27297|Are light as the May's! 27297|Then, O my love! 'Twas the red and the white rose! 27297|A far-off call,-- 27297|Faint and low,--the sound of her voice 27297|That woke my heart! 27297|The white rose that woke my heart!_ 27297|"The Queen is fair," she said, 27297|"And the Queen has a sweet eye 27297|That glittered like a star. 27297|"The Queen is fair and the Queen is wise, 27297|And the Queen is sweet. 27297|"And now I love her!" She raised 27297|A white, fair face like a star; 27297|There was neither word nor sign; 27297|"What is she, then?" he asked. 27297|"The Queen is fair, for she has a crown. 27297|And the Queen hath a tender grace, 27297|And the Queen has a bright eye, 27297|Where other eyes are dim." 27297|It was a night, for the dark moon grew 27297|The white of the sky, 27297|And the night-hawk from o'er sea-rocks flamed 27297|Through the night-dew's sheen. 27297|But it seemed as a white bird's wing 27297|Was lightly stirred 27297|By the dim sweet hand of the Queen, 27297|As the night-hawk flieth by 27297|In the warm, soft morn. 27297|And the moon came down on her head, 27297|And a light came over her 27297|As of a bright, strong, swift, 27297|White bird from the dark! 27297|All of her heart was as one heart 27297|In the blue clear spring, 27297|All of her spirit as one soul 27297|For the Queen is fair! 27297|I'm going to the woods by the shore, 27297|The birches, the willows and the alder, 27297|Where a sweet lass is singing so long, 27297|And a singer is singing to me. 27297|I'm going to the woods by the shore, 27297|Where the wild flowers kiss your shadowy sides; 27297|Where the swift, soft grass grows in a vest 27297|Of green, and the stream goes laughing by; 27297|Where the red-bird's song is a dream unsung 27297|And the moon's a lovely star, and white 27297|And pale as the face of a childless bride, 27297|And white as the flowerless tree-tops far 27297|Above the quiet water and the night. 27297|Fold me, warm fold me, my babe, 27297|I am weary, I am woe, ======================================== SAMPLE 2990 ======================================== 30672|Lines in the book of 30672|B. Moseley's _Iris of Sienna_ 30672|_Ceasing to be sad_ 30672|_To be unhappy_ 30672|_O thou my heart's fairest,_ 30672|_My Love and all things fair!_ 30672|_All's well that is can never be._ 30672|"In your heart the heart that is well content." 30672|"As sweet music to my soul is well-a-day." 30672|"Though thy face is hard as iron, like anvil." 30672|"Like the sun in the midst of the grey sky." 30672|"Bright be thy birth, beloved youth, with thy name." 30672|"Like the sun of autumn, like love brightening." 30672|"Love is like the day breaking out in the north." 30672|"Like the sunshine and sunshine it is dim." 30672|"Love never is old, love never is new. 30672|Love makes the sun-rise, and leaves the shade behind." 30672|"Like a bird or a tree or a bud 30672|Love made each flower that grew to me." 30672|"Love like a star, like the light of a star 30672|Made me love her as I loved her sky." 30672|"The bird of the desert sings most gay." 30672|"Birds and flowers are sweet." 30672|"Love is like the rose of the world." 30672|"Thy lips are sweet, thy breast is white." 30672|"Love makes a new love every time." 30672|A thousand songs I weave in my hair. 30672|As the rose of the morning from rose to rose; 30672|As the morning-sun from sunset to sunset; 30672|As the spring in the summer from flowers to flowers, 30672|As the day in the evening from dusk to dusk; 30672|So my songs are woven in my hair; 30672|A thousand years I lay them to rest; 30672|As the night, in the depths of the night, 30672|That is death's sleep, lies them to rest. 30672|I will call no more 30672|To my hand 30672|A tune, 30672|A note 30672|Of joy, 30672|Of love. 30672|For a while I will wait 30672|In my heart, 30672|At the close 30672|Of love, 30672|And I will sing 30672|As, in the night, 30672|A song, 30672|Of the old-time glow 30672|And the old-time dream, 30672|The old-time love, 30672|The old-time pain, 30672|Of the old-time glee, 30672|Of the old-time game, 30672|Of the old-time youth, 30672|And the old-time love; 30672|A thousand years I'll wait 30672|For the light, 30672|And I will call 30672|To my hope, 30672|To my hope again, 30672|The old-time glee, 30672|And the old-time love." 30672|Love, he would not break her heart, 30672|Because she seemed so fair, 30672|But take her life away 30672|For sake of gold and fame. 30672|A little maiden, 30672|She lived alone 30672|Under the greenwood tree: 30672|Her eyes were blue, 30672|And she was queenly fair. 30672|She loved the damsel, 30672|For all her face, 30672|And she went to her sire 30672|To show the sorrow there. 30672|The sire he waited 30672|Among his slaves, 30672|And the maiden told him 30672|Her heart's sad tale. 30672|"Thou king of men," she said, 30672|"I come to thee"-- 30672|"O sweet maiden," 30672|His young son said, 30672|"For we are strangers." 30672|The old man, the wise one, 30672|With tears was there, 30672|But he heard her tears 30672|Before he spoke. 30672|"Behold my love!" 30672|The ======================================== SAMPLE 3000 ======================================== 18238|A man with a face like a bowl 18238|That's full of water and corn-meal; 18238|A man that's full of water and corn-meal: 18238|A boy with the eyes of a girl; 18238|A man with the teeth and the mouth of a cat; 18238|A man with the fingers of a fox; 18238|A man with a face like a bowl; 18238|And a man like a pot of sods. 18238|But if you come to him in the way he goes, 18238|All his teeth will be loosened and loosened of flesh,-- 18238|It will give him the creeps 18238|Of somebody that sits down to supper, 18238|And thinks hard about him and what he has said. 18238|A man with a chin as fat 18238|As a loaf of the crumbs of death, 18238|A face as wrinkled as a pewter cask, 18238|That's filledfull of salt and brimstone 18238|To the touch, 18238|Yet the heat and the heat have passed 18238|Like a flame-- 18238|It is as though all this heat and heat 18238|Had touched and touched in the frying-pan the water, 18238|And boiled there, and dried and so disappeared! 18238|A boy and a man with a face as black 18238|As a moorpe, 18238|And eyes as brown as the berry tops 18238|When the frost smites, 18238|And a chin as fat as a pound 18238|Of sodden and earth. 18238|And he's as tall as a house 18238|When he's girt with his cloak, 18238|And the sweat of his nostrils looks 18238|Like the rain in the pit! 18238|A boy with a face as dry 18238|As the brambles under a cold shawl, 18238|That's bent 18238|To pray, and that's all! 18238|And he sits down in a drear 18238|And vacant seat, 18238|Watching a big black sun 18238|Rise from the west! 18238|A man full of fear and fear 18238|That a thing so fair may go 18238|Where the wind blows or the rain raves, 18238|And the wind or the wind or wind! 18238|But the rain and the wind may stay 18238|Or the wind or the wind may stay! 18238|A lad with a face so brown 18238|You'd swear it were carved in stone 18238|When you passed it by, 18238|And a jaw and a nose so flat 18238|You'd swear them to be china; 18238|A lad that would pass you by 18238|With his mouth so thin! 18238|A man with a beard as long 18238|And brown and short as a gnome, 18238|And lips that never are lisped 18238|With the laugh that falls across, 18238|And a look as hard as a rock 18238|Which the ice bends with a vow, 18238|And an eye as sharp as a stone 18238|That the wind casts out! 18238|But there's another man you'll meet 18238|When the night grows old and the dead 18238|Bury the dead, and the dead be given 18238|To the water or the air, 18238|A dead-branch in the hand of God, 18238|A breath from the dust above 18238|Or the dust below! 18238|There was never a man to tell, 18238|For there was never a breath, to speak, 18238|Where the night might let him fly; 18238|But a bird's song across the trees 18238|Fell on the ear, and there 18238|Lurked and played upon my ear, 18238|As I was coming up; 18238|Or a sigh, or a voice, or a tear, 18238|Blooms in the eyes of Day-- 18238|As I was going in. 18238|An eagle came to my window, 18238|A-flying to the west; 18238|The sun went down in the west, 18238|The moon went out of sight. 18238|For the eagle and the moon were gone, ======================================== SAMPLE 3010 ======================================== 2428|The fops and fools that make a stir: 2428|If you must vote for fraud and pride, 2428|At least be sure you're worthy the rest." 2428|I've read the _Bibliotheca_ page, 2428|And found it well written: 2428|My heart does laugh at things amiss; 2428|My wife is fainting near me. 2428|Her eyes at last their secret know 2428|And rise for this occasion, 2428|"My dearest and my dearest, 2428|This night I've a new friend." 2428|Her words were short, a few short; 2428|A woman's heart is light as air; 2428|I had a heart, too, but it grew cold 2428|Just once, before this came to pass. 2428|But was my heart as light as they? 2428|No, but by one-half a score, 2428|My heart was light as can be found 2428|A thousand years, before this came to pass. 2428|I found her late in my poor life, 2428|And she told the story flat; 2428|She said 'twas bad in her life, I think, 2428|For, from her mother, she could see; 2428|Then she told me the woman's heart-- 2428|I felt so sorry for her future-- 2428|That she--I do not know her name-- 2428|Went mad and died that very day. 2428|And that is how I found her dead, 2428|And that is how I found her good. 2428|I do not think young Love would be fitter 2428|To live for love's sweet sake alone; 2428|I do not think young Love would be fit 2428|To live for love, when not for love's sake. 2428|"Ah! my dear love," said the old woman, 2428|When she was gone, "don't be a fool, 2428|For at three o'clock I was out, and you were in, 2428|That's a little late to be running." 2428|"Yes, I can wait--I can wait," said the maiden, 2428|"I've only time, dear, but more to spare." 2428|"How long has it been since I was with you?" 2428|"Well, my dear, why hardly a word." 2428|"And what did you propose to do while I was gone?" 2428|"Nay, I tell you, you little thing, 2428|I only said,--I was going to see!" 2428|"'Sides I saw,' my dear, no more of sides." 2428|"But I'll go to my father, dear, for he has always 2428|"I have a heart; I will take one." 2428|"Ah! so I have been a false woman, 2428|A false, false-hearted, heartless woman! 2428|My only wish is to go out of her way to do her 2428|"And what has been your punishment?" 2428|"I have been tortured, dear, I have been whipped; 2428|My father has made a rope 2428|Around my neck--and there I hang so weak I know not 2428|It is time to put her out of her fears,-- 2428|So long I have waited! 2428|"And will you go, dear, when I am dead?" 2428|"Thank you, but such an answer is false; 2428|I don't know. I'm out. 2428|"And where will you be, dear, when you're gone?" 2428|"Oh, say, I'm going to the country? 2428|Oh, I can't help it, I must make a dress 2428|For a good reason! 2428|"For there are many people to whom I should like to be 2428|To marry, and make a proper wedding feast. 2428|But no--you must take care that she is well, and at peace; 2428|"You are gone," the father cried; 2428|"Take care, take care she's safe, and you're all our care; 2428|Yes, take care--she's gone, dear! 2428|And see--she does not come back." 2428|My heart was heavy, I wish ======================================== SAMPLE 3020 ======================================== 1165|The day is the death of Time. 1165|No one shall understand; 1165|The very air is a speech; 1165|The wind is the voice of the wind; 1165|But Time's a mystery too 1165|To speak or understand. 1165|The wind in the windy sky, 1165|The moon in the ocean cold, 1165|A soundless thing, a glance, a gleam 1165|Of infinite light. 1165|And when the hour begins to fly, 1165|The sky with the dawn goes up; 1165|The night with the stars goes down; 1165|But the wind in the windy sky 1165|The wind's the voice of the wind 1165|That wakes and laughs to-day 1165|That sings and is gone! 1165|I heard a bird upon a tree 1165|Sing of the sun, sing of the rain, 1165|Sing of the way that birds go 1165|Singing to their mates ... Sing Heav'n! 1165|Sing the world's great glory! Sing it, 1165|Sing to-day ... and the birds again. 1165|Sing, but the birds to rest will go, 1165|And the stars still shine, and the rain is still. 1165|"Sing Heav'n!" He who sings, 1165|Takes the everlasting fire, 1165|Winding the ways of the years. 1165|Sing Heav'n!" He who sings, 1165|Is a spirit of many tongues, 1165|Spirit, mind, and soul from end to end. 1165|Sing Heav'n!" Sing ... but the birds go down! 1165|I sang a song, a little song; 1165|And after and before my screen 1165|I sang my little life's delight. 1165|I sang of the little hours, 1165|My little happy days; 1165|Of man and heart and limb; 1165|And how when I'd been as much with my kind 1165|God had not made me less. 1165|I told the things I knew, 1165|Of love; of hope; of strength; 1165|And of the world all bright 1165|And bright the things I feared. 1165|My little life's not all the world's! 1165|What if I do not know 1165|A world of joy? what if the great 1165|And wise souls of earth 1165|And the little ones, 1165|And all who love and all who sleep 1165|In love and joy are one? 1165|A poet, one who would fill 1165|With songs the world and time, 1165|And stir the earth with ecstasy 1165|And beauty like a star. 1165|So great I was, so very great, 1165|My little song went home; 1165|The great, the wise, the good and great, 1165|Ruled o'er the little song. 1165|A dream the night I had, 1165|That I was singing, and singing, 1165|And in my little song 1165|The world and time and power were all, 1165|And in the world ... the time was God. 1165|I did not know it, but God gave 1165|The knowledge I might know. 1165|So was it well with me, and I 1165|Ran with the world as a dreamer runs, 1165|Waking and running all day, 1165|And all the way when night is near 1165|I run to catch my little song. 1165|"The child is the man's because the man is the child," 1165|Is the tale men tell among their halls, 1165|And love must win for man the maid. 1165|Yet, God, the little baby dear 1165|Seemed to me the only man of all. 1165|And here, through thousands of miles, to-night, 1165|I linger, wondering if he'll run 1165|Through the great wood, and seek my hand: 1165|Will the little baby cry? Oh, never! 1165|"I'm a little boy," I said. 1165|"I'll not kill a man to-day," 1165|Was my little boy's sad cheer. 11 ======================================== SAMPLE 3030 ======================================== 20956|Touched with its love of thee; 20956|And to-night they will not wed 20956|Till the world hath ended. 20956|Hush, you little birds, in your little nests so lonely 20956|Down at the heart of the earth, how you sit there singing, 20956|Lazy and idle; 20956|And, look, you little eggs, how dark your egg-lodes are buried, 20956|In dark nests no birds know of! 20956|The light of the sun is on the earth and sky, 20956|But only with great love are we happy; 20956|But the sun-rise is a joy to all the earth, 20956|To little ones and to the birds. 20956|I dreamed of a garden, 20956|I stood among its blossoms, 20956|As full of beauty 20956|As my heart would dream it were. 20956|I walked in a fairy meadow, 20956|All white with its snow, 20956|A-dreaming all day; 20956|The birds sang sweetly to me. 20956|All through my dream-life, 20956|With singing and bright sunlight 20956|All through my soul was lit, 20956|And the bright angel-haunted trees 20956|Came down to me and smiled; 20956|So, in my soul did I dream, 20956|And it seemed that I was at rest. 20956|In the land of beauty and of song, 20956|All things that are and were born I have seen, 20956|The trees to the stars have danced on high, 20956|And the clouds have waved on cloudy steeps. 20956|They have come with the dew, the moon to the sun, 20956|And to earth's heart has risen the love-light crown. 20956|Now there's a God to whom the heavens bow, 20956|And the sun and the stars and the wind obey. 20956|For the day is ended, 20956|And the mists are turned to a crown. 20956|And all the starry worlds 20956|Have danced with a star-like light in the east; 20956|And all the birds with music and with harmony 20956|Have waved in the night--a crown to crown 20956|With love unending, 20956|And a joy all-giving. 20956|I had a dream, 20956|But it ended in a song; 20956|It came to me at break of day 20956|From the infinite heart to my part of rest; 20956|And the song and the dream 20956|Are over--and song and dream are not. 20956|Yet I had a dream, 20956|And that dream has come to me from the 20956|Universe as a flower floats by. 20956|But there's a joy, a hope, a hope, 20956|And a longing in this theo, spring of my 20956|Life from the night, 20956|Theo flings her arms around me 20956|Whose dream in the morning shall never start. 20956|Her arms around me, 20956|Her heart among the flowers, 20956|She has come back to allure me, 20956|But never shall I wake without her; 20956|And theo is the soul of my soul, 20956|She is my spirit to my soul,-- 20956|Theo through the stars. 20956|A little song, a little song, 20956|That makes the hearts of men move, 20956|That seems to be the song of some 20956|Hid in mine own lonely heart. 20956|A little song, a little song, 20956|That I sing as one that sitteth; 20956|That sings as one that sitteth and singeth, 20956|To others that sing little things. 20956|A song I made that is too small, 20956|Too sweet for the heart to remember; 20956|That all our hearts were hidden in it 20956|One time, and are still kept with it. 20956|A little song, a little song, 20956|Too soon forgot, too soon sung; 20956|A song, a little song, that ever 20956|Hath been too soon forgotten. 20956|A little song, that is too grand 20956|To ======================================== SAMPLE 3040 ======================================== 1008|With the rest the path we had resumed. "The way 1008|"Thou speak'st of there," the guide thus in our speech 1008|Addrest, "is not far repay'd by travel; nevertheless, 1008|It may be well to return here, where thou shalt find 1008|All needed refreshment, such as may suggest 1008|Thee to enter at this hill's foot." Forthwith he bade 1008|We on our way advance ten rods; and I pursued 1008|The favored glimpse that through his words I caught. 1008|"The ancient webs, that ever lead from good to ill, 1008|Have silently in my short life been wound together; 1008|And like to pearls, that stay at set of sun, 1008|Have been for some time strung. Of the true life 1008|Thus far my judgment well can discern, this truth 1008|Establishing, away I go." We, as he spoke, 1008|Ascending, follow in view, till gathered round 1008|We stood. "So may he do who wishes to shine," 1008|In answer to their leader cried, "so are we. 1008|And thou, Fabio, with thy ponderous load 1008|Of sins, depart." So was each one urge'd to flight. 1008|Thus having spoke, he drew the covenant off, 1008|And plac'd it on the cross, then hand to hand 1008|Enthron'd, arm not lifting, but the weapon idly. 1008|"DO thou, my brother, this," the sinner bids, 1008|"Thy refuge thou should'st be ready to seize 1008|At the right beck, if demand'd." Me such thirst 1008|Of vengeance that no water could wash clean 1008|In my head that I ne'er drew back, nor glass 1008|Had seen, nor coy creature, when I midway 1008|Of the false woman stood. He, thus pressing on, 1008|Astonied me; but I unwounded pursu'd, 1008|And thus the sev'nfold bands inscrib'd the voice 1008|More cumb'rous than their origin. "Fool that I am! 1008|Hope not to scare them thence: such aid is none 1008|To thee, who hast thyself such warrior? Turn, 1008|And see how nigh, without their help, thou canst be 1008|By mine aid brought." Soon as the dread thought 1008|Failed in me, he turning, cried out: "Stop, 1008|Or mortal sinning bumps thee on this rock!" 1008|I stung with shame, stung with anger, stung with all 1008|The rage that in my bosom dwells. "Sentinue 1008|And filial," I replied, "while yet thou liv'st, 1008|Our evil action here shall have its death, 1008|Its punishment, through thee enduring best." 1008|She said: "With thee in error I was once, 1008|And was as she is still." He answered her 1008|With looks that make the dreamer wakeful night, 1008|"If I mistake not, she is nightingale now, 1008|'Tween her and morning: oft as from her spring 1008|We quote her matins, she invites the night, 1008|And often the night bears off the day from ourselves. 1008|Without light she draws not aloof her lamps, 1008|Nor stays, that visible sign of distress, 1008|The which if she happens to inspect, then, 1008|By shake of their cloak, the moon doth guess the cause." 1008|Then snapping her fig, "See that she has not 1008|Bleeding nor crushed herself to death upon it; 1008|Then have thou also her mutilated: 1008|Take thou away those nails, 'twill be in truth 1008|Wrung from a finger; and these fingers spare 1008|For this act, that with them 'scape not otherwise." 1008|as it fell, so did the others; whence I saw, 1008|Both in myself and Meadows, what there she display'd. 1008|Then when I knew her safe and had escape from peril, 1008|Wearied and gasping ======================================== SAMPLE 3050 ======================================== 22229|From me! It seems to me the only fair, 22229|The fairest and the brightest child 22229|With which life's rainbow spreads its wings. 22229|It is a youth of heaven, and I, 22229|O, I grew warm, and so was she, 22229|And ever through the gloaming years 22229|We dream'd together in our bowers; 22229|For she was fairer than a star! 22229|O weary while my limbs are quivering, 22229|And while my eyes are wide and dim! 22229|Yet here am I secure from harm-- 22229|Here is a refuge from the strife. 22229|The dark and dreary land is passing, 22229|The waves are tossing o'er the shore, 22229|And the night wind is low and sighing, 22229|And there is no one haunting near. 22229|But see! she is not lost--she has flown 22229|Across this lonely wave afar. 22229|Be sure, O maiden, that she is safe! 22229|For, lo! she flies to greet thee here. 22229|But look! her wings have left her pinion, 22229|And o'er the wave she flutters now, 22229|And, hovering, sighing, hovering, 22229|She seeks the land of the immortal, 22229|To the land of the happy and the bright. 22229|To the land where, all with radiant ray, 22229|Gleams every mountain's summit bright, 22229|Where winds and rains never touch the sod 22229|And neither growl nor grumble grow, 22229|Where never leaf or insect sprawl, 22229|Nor night-hawk frighten by the gloom; 22229|Where never cloud with lurid hue 22229|Dims the clear azure of the skies, 22229|And clouds no mortal can destroy 22229|With snows, and snows, and storm, and freeze, 22229|And heave, and roll, and curl, and roll, 22229|And waver, and ascend, and fall, 22229|And float, and swell, and sink, and rise, 22229|In the wide aurora, clear and bright: 22229|Where not a living thing appear, 22229|Nor sound of melody is heard, 22229|But I see thee in thy glittering vest, 22229|And thy snow-white robe, ador'd around. 22229|Where love and friendship oft have dwell'd, 22229|And life's latest dawns have been most blest 22229|With union's fragrant showers and light: 22229|The bond of mutual love and bliss 22229|Is near thee here, and life is sweet. 22229|Thy form is purer than of old, 22229|And thy fair life is more serene, 22229|While with deep hearts and tranquil eyes 22229|Thy kindred spirits stand to greet. 22229|And when our names we may not name, 22229|Nor who the heart with thee was tilting, 22229|Then, in an unknown land afar, 22229|A friend, thy sister--love shall glow. 22229|Where I have wander'd in the wild 22229|By mountain, by glen, and lonely glen, 22229|In dreams like these I've pictured thee, 22229|With snow-white robe of dusky blue, 22229|And golden locks, that stream away 22229|Upon thy neck that cling and cling, 22229|And thy lovely eyes, the dearest 22229|In all the world, like gems of pearl. 22229|But o'er the mountain path I scan 22229|The dim, uncertain land of dreams, 22229|And the long dewy pastures sweet, 22229|That spread in joy, and smile, and sing. 22229|The meadows, the lowlands gay-- 22229|All the flowers are sweet at dawn-- 22229|The wild rose flushes white, and red 22229|The lily lifts her cheek of snow; 22229|The wild bird carols on its way 22229|To greet the sun, and to repeat 22229|Its love songs over the mountain height. 22229|But, ah! my spirit flies away 22229|To the haunts and the scenes of joy 22229|O'er the ======================================== SAMPLE 3060 ======================================== 1287|I was in my first passion. 1287|"Wear, then, a garland, 1287|Hanging 'mid the vine's 1287|Bitter berries. 1287|"Let all the flowers be 1287|Roses, roses, 1287|Lilies, lilies, 1287|Bees, bees, bees!" 1287|From the bottom of the 1287|Vase I took a jar 1287|Of the freshest vermillion, 1287|And I hung it on the 1287|Wall of the garden 1287|To the sun that shines the 1287|Blossom 1287|Of the daisies of the 1287|Vallée. 1287|From the wall of vine-roof 1287|I could fling the violets 1287|Fresh from the vine, 1287|Like soft-kissed sisters 1287|Of my first passion! 1287|When I turned my fancy 1287|To the Violets, 1287|All the odours from her 1287|Lacked sweetness; 1287|Bitter was the feeling 1287|To behold the blooms, 1287|In that garden so bewitching. 1287|Fairest violets ever 1287|Ever blossoming, 1287|Bitter buds from out the 1287|Blossom of my love. 1287|Blossom from my heart's blossom 1287|Bitter, bitter, 1287|Groped on me and tugged 1287|With a deadly pressure. 1287|Warmly I smiled, and clung 1287|To the blooms, and cried: 1287|"Violets in one day 1287|Blew me to death,-- 1287|Bitter, by God's grace!" 1287|Then again I turned it, 1287|Tempt no more to flee, 1287|But with fond embrace 1287|Clung unto the flowers, 1287|And the violet blushed 1287|Sweetly at my piteous cry. 1287|I had gone 1287|Up the mountain 1287|And the river, 1287|Towards heaven's gate 1287|And beneath 1287|The sky, 1287|And the violet's blue 1287|Stole on me, 1287|Blooming in the sun. 1287|I was not happy, 1287|Though the day was fair,-- 1287|And a violet 1287|Gleaming up above me 1287|With its blossoms all 1287|Spangled with dew, 1287|With its beauty 1287|And its blushes too, 1287|With the sun-dried flowers,-- 1287|And a dew-soft lily 1287|Rapt in the breath 1287|Of the evening breeze-- 1287|I must have been tired, 1287|For the violet 1287|Faintly fluttered 1287|At my cheek, 1287|Flushed with purer red; 1287|It was much toil to me. 1287|Thrice I looked for it; 1287|Thrice I kissed it; 1287|Watched it sunward 1287|Till it swelled with 1287|Violets and flowers. 1287|Yes, the violets blow, 1287|Lying, hidden, 1287|On the water, 1287|And the water-weeds 1287|Tangle them; 1287|Violets are 1287|Blow in the meadows, 1287|Hiding in 1287|Nests of tall grass,-- 1287|Violets are 1287|Lying on the meadows, 1287|Violets they, 1287|Stained in mire with 1287|Poison and mud. 1287|Then I looked for it, 1287|And I kissed it; 1287|And I touched the red 1287|Violets 1287|With the plait of my sword, 1287|And the crimson 1287|Red-buds so fair 1287|All around,-- 1287|Oh, I could not find, 1287|But I kissed it; 1287|Bitter kisses; 1287|Violets, too, ======================================== SAMPLE 3070 ======================================== 22229|They are not the same to me, 22229|Sinking to thy lap, 22229|As all they were that night, 22229|When my young heart, like a ship 22229|Sailing upon her way, 22229|To the unknown was a-driving 22229|To the land of the blest. 22229|They are not the same, my darling, 22229|They are not the same, 22229|To me at this hour 22229|To thee the same-- 22229|There is no form to me, 22229|There is no sound I hear, 22229|To thee that night, 22229|But that faint pulse, 22229|And my young heart's wild boding, 22229|That my young heart is blest, 22229|By the deep light 22229|And the dark night, 22229|When I sit at thy feet, 22229|And gaze in thine eyes, 22229|There is no form to me, 22229|There is no sound I hear, 22229|But the beat of thy heart, 22229|And the close of thine lips, 22229|Of the music, and the chime 22229|Of thy voice so sweet, 22229|And the soft moan of thine arm 22229|O'er me falling fast asleep; 22229|There is no form to me, 22229|There is no sound I hear, 22229|But the sound of a falling tear 22229|Drooping its last, 22229|And the sweet sigh of a sigh, 22229|As I lie fast asleep. 22229|Sleep the little sleep that still is mine; 22229|Sleep the little sleep that all too soon 22229|Shall wake me--and my sweetheart, too,-- 22229|To the thought my aching breast shall know 22229|Of the dear, kind, kind old man, Sir John. 22229|"You are old, sweetheart," he said; 22229|"And your bones their grey are showing; 22229|And your cheek is very pale, 22229|And your hair is hoary grey, 22229|And the shine is all gone, 22229|Now a beggar child did you-- 22229|Then a beggar child did I. 22229|I am glad, dear, that you are old, 22229|But ah! I was glad, you say, 22229|When you were a beggar child, 22229|And my love was young and gay, 22229|And my hope was all new-born. 22229|For a beggar child's a sad excuse, 22229|And I could never bear 22229|To say to a beggar child-- 22229|I was glad he was young, 22229|And the hope was all new-breathed, 22229|And their lives were very lone, 22229|And they had nought to do-- 22229|But we were both to go 22229|Out into the country, 22229|Where I should have my home; 22229|I was glad, dear, we went 22229|There to see--but I fear 22229|He will be very sad, 22229|And it would be just my way 22229|To put the little lass 22229|Out of his head; 22229|I have never been so glad 22229|Of all my life, of all my kin, 22229|The little beggar child 22229|Whose eyes of sunshine 22229|And eyes of blushes 22229|Shone like a star, 22229|Shone like the stars in the sky of April-- 22229|And I saw her smile. 22229|She had a golden ring; 22229|And her lips were red and red, 22229|And so bright a smile, 22229|When it fell on mine in a perfect lay 22229|And my life and my soul reeled under the touch. 22229|Then the sun died out, 22229|And the moon hung up a mournful sheen 22229|And my heart would have been 22229|Withered in shame 22229|If I had died in his arms. 22229|In spite of a lingering pain, 22229|Which lay in my breast like a curse, 22229|I took a little delight 22229|In the thought of the bright ======================================== SAMPLE 3080 ======================================== 1287|'Midst the green fields and pastures, 1287|And its own fair trees. 1287|In one hand his axe, in the other, 1287|The axe-tree swung; 1287|The axe on the tree's root fell, 1287|And with sound like thunder 1287|Fell down the tree of Væstony, 1287|Where it smote the ground, 1287|And with its green leaves bound in his arms, 1287|And in its roots the youth lay. 1287|With his father's axe, 1287|But with axe of his own, 1287|Väinämöinen 1287|Tore the green axe 1287|From the tree of Væstony 1287|In the vale below him, 1287|And with force and beauty 1287|Tore its root in two! 1287|Then with strength and beauty 1287|Through the green earth he wended 1287|To the vineyard's side, 1287|And a vineyard there was seen. 1287|And near the vineyard's side 1287|Väinämöinen 1287|Roved about in comfort. 1287|And he saw within it 1287|A maiden fair, 1287|And on the vineyard's edge, 1287|At the vineyard's mouth, 1287|Laughed the maiden, 1287|And the maiden, 1287|With her hand on the vineyard's vine. 1287|Thereupon he hastened 1287|From the vineyard's vine, 1287|From the vineyard's vine, 1287|To the maiden's bower 1287|With the maiden's hand. 1287|But his axe, with a crash, 1287|Down upon the vineyard fell, 1287|He was no more seen, 1287|Or the vineyard's mouth-- 1287|And his axe, 1287|Fell asunder 1287|From the vineyard's vine, 1287|Where he stood upon the ground! 1287|Väinämöinen now must journey 1287|To the village of Pohjola, 1287|And he left the axe and a bit, 1287|And his axe-chop, and a pair 1287|Of tongs, and a long tunic, 1287|With the knife and the scalpel, 1287|And the spear he left with the blade; 1287|And he left also his coat, 1287|And his coat of the coat of woof! 1287|Then from a neighbouring hedge a-moving 1287|In two steps three maidens forth he found, 1287|And they all, and each one a maiden, 1287|Were playing the harp together, 1287|And they played and sang in cadence 1287|As in sunshine of morning, 1287|And their silken tresses all flowed 1287|In a silver-lining fashion: 1287|For the maiden who played was Tino, 1287|And she played and sang in cadence, 1287|As in sunshine of morning. 1287|Väinämöinen, the magician, 1287|Then with care withdrew the tunic, 1287|And removed himself completely 1287|From the maids of beauty, 1287|And at once the maiden, the songstress, 1287|Laughing in spirit, to and fro 1287|Turned her hands about her shoulders 1287|Loosely over her shoulders, 1287|In a rainbow of silks fluttering. 1287|Then the maiden, the songstress, 1287|Turned her hands about her shoulders. 1287|At the sound of his footstool's creak, 1287|To her sisters she thus said: 1287|"O my sisters, my good women, 1287|Listen, and learn immediately! 1287|What a mess I've made! 1287|Mighty is my loss indeed, 1287|Never while the moon is bright. 1287|Now for some good women: 1287|Take a cup. 1287|Pour out wine in plenty, 1287|Let the maidens fill up too, 1287|This the first day of the week. 1287|Then the woman, the maiden, 1287|Poured forth wine in plenty, ======================================== SAMPLE 3090 ======================================== 18500|Myself, and my ain good wife, 18500|For my first love, Mary Ann, 18500|Is gane, wi' a', awa', awa'. 18500|Thy look it is sae kind and sae kind an' sae kind, 18500|To let me gae free o' my ain bairn; 18500|An' tho' I'm nae sae hale, I'll ne'er gang back again, 18500|But gang and gang--baith mad an' sic! 18500|And my luve wha has been wi' me sair to the bone, 18500|Nae doubt but, gin ye're sae gleg, ye'll gang wi' me; 18500|If nae's the word, wha'll gang wi' me, 18500|That'll gang wi' me. 18500|I see the bonnie banks o' Fife, 18500|An' a' the names I know, 18500|But never a' the faces I cam ever saw 18500|Shine like awa's the best. 18500|I see the mountains o' Scotland-- 18500|A', you cauld darlin', how they stare! 18500|An' a' the banks an' trees, an' a' the bonnie sky, 18500|But a' the fowbits on it sair. 18500|I see the hills o' Wales, 18500|A' creel'd wi' haws an' horns, 18500|I hear the gushing Argo's surge, 18500|As she steams frae the blast. 18500|I see the mountains o' Ireland, 18500|The hills o' moor an' fair, 18500|An' a' the names o' lang thy'd know, 18500|But never a' the faces I cam ever see 18500|Shine like a partridge's nest. 18500|I see the birk sae brimmy green, 18500|An' bonnie Blanche, her skirt an' knee 18500|In flower-garden plaies-- 18500|An' a' the daddies in their crews, 18500|Wad haud in gowden garters. 18500|I see the lee-lights o' France, 18500|The lee-lights o' ilka sea, 18500|Auld Kiar, wi' his rosy cheek, 18500|An' a' the lads that are auld. 18500|I see the hills o' Scotland, 18500|An' a' the names o' lang thy'd know, 18500|But never a' the faces I hae seen 18500|Wi' the leal I hae been. 18500|Come, turn your leaves and be brief; 18500|Let me my little knowledge have; 18500|Quick, draw your auld books a', sirs; 18500|We maun go ere the ashbecock f. 107a. 18500|_The Faire Folks_, etc. 18500|_The Faire Folks_, etc. 18500|The King o' a' the Hill, 18500|When winds and waters parted, 18500|The King o' a' the Hill, 18500|Alang the banks o' Fife, 18500|There grew a' trees in Fife, 18500|But the saplings o' Roses 18500|Are gane to the arms o' Tartessadow, 18500|For her fair form was lily white, 18500|For her look was beauty's ray, 18500|And she was sae sweet and tender, 18500|That a human heart could love. 18500|The lilies of the field, 18500|The daisies on the lea, 18500|And fairy daffodils, 18500|Are dying like the d ======================================== SAMPLE 3100 ======================================== 3295|Thine is the signet of the hand that sent thee, 3295|While still it was untombed! 3295|You, who may claim that blessing! 3295|I may claim that noblest life of his,-- 3295|My father's! 3295|A dream like this, though, must have some force? 3295|Thenceforth I know 3295|What all of our souls are,--what not of these! 3295|Ah, where the sound of it? 3295|There are two voices--one most clear, 3295|Most full of fervor,--that, in the blue, 3295|Sound not so sweet? 3295|One of the voices tells of thee, 3295|Who, in the dawning and the shade 3295|Of this calm year, am a child again, 3295|That I-- 3295|Myself! My soul of thee, who loved me then, 3295|I, who have lived, and loved, and loved again. 3295|It may be that it is indeed thy voice-- 3295|A vision of a child--that I have heard 3295|When thou and thou alone art so pure and true. 3295|Thou dost not understand me now, 3295|Though, in my soul, I know thou must-- 3295|I know I cannot be thy child, 3295|I cannot even love thee with that love 3295|Which still is in thy spirit for mine own. 3295|Ah, if we were with our fathers, 3295|If we were with our children, 3295|And with aught that is dear and dear 3295|Of all things dear to man, 3295|I think we would understand each 3295|As one that hath loved us, as we brothers should, 3295|And say, "No need of this aching heart 3295|This night to mourn!" 3295|But though we were with our fathers, 3295|Though we were with our children, 3295|I know that we must never do 3295|So much as dream of thee. 3295|Though we were with our fathers, 3295|I see the white, sad face of them,-- 3295|That face is not as all men's is; 3295|I feel the bitter years creep down, 3295|And I regret them not. 3295|I know that their feet must not go forth 3295|On our earth-so cool earth-floor, 3295|And their spirits would not be with us, 3295|And I hear their voices quail 3295|And tremble and expire! 3295|But though we were with our fathers, 3295|Though we were with our children, 3295|I know how all would speak to us, 3295|As we trod the warm earth-road, 3295|And how we would have such delight 3295|In the voices of her children, and in hers, 3295|That God would hear them all. 3295|I know, by God's forgiveness, 3295|We would not lose her, for she sings 3295|Against every world-wind, like a nightingale; 3295|We would not turn from her, as we leave this scene 3295|Of her sweet songs, in any day. 3295|This is the song of God to you; 3295|The stars are singing it to you, 3295|All the bright and dimmer eyes 3295|From out the darkness of the night, 3295|Are crying, "Thou art not there, 3295|Thou hast no hand to save." 3295|"Sonnet on page 6, line 1, from 'The Evening Journal' of 3295|WILLIAM HALPIN, in his printed manuscript:-- 3295|"The sun arose before midnight, I had slept at four in the 3295|night time." 3295|The Sun was a radiant, silver-crested star, 3295|So fixed and soft, he seemed a diamond's gem, 3295|With golden veins of shining light that poured 3295|Upon the night; 3295|His soft and silvery beams were mingled there, 3295|Till, mixed and blended in his own ambrosial ray, 3295|They seemed to kiss the stars. 3295|"The sun in his golden beams, still lingering here, 3295| ======================================== SAMPLE 3110 ======================================== 17393|No doubt. I see too that, with its infinite wisdom, 17393|And with its power to feel, the same, as all 17393|The rest were equal, this is to my mind the world. 17393|He is dead, whose life the world should have been 17393|Unfaulty, just beyond the reach of blame 17393|For its misdeeds, if any faults there be-- 17393|The common error in our world is still, 17393|That each man dares to be for the most part wrong-- 17393|And, at the thought of such, himself must be 17393|The accuser, and his actions the accused. 17393|But he must be for ever silent too, 17393|He must be ever faithful to his word-- 17393|But he is dead, and I--what then?--it may be 17393|He shall live, and I--what then? For, if he 17393|Be ever thus by word or otherwise used, 17393|The thing done is dead--thus the old saying goes, 17393|Or else, the doing 's dead too, if the end 17393|Be ever such--thus the old saying says: Faith 17393|Is not of us, but God--not of us, but life-- 17393|Where then is my life? and, if it be thus found, 17393|The grave then must be life's! All that I have done-- 17393|All that in life is left me--must I still 17393|Deceive the world? and, for the world's belief 17393|I will deny itself in order to deny 17393|The world's belief, with a self for the world's lie; 17393|So I'll strive to live, and live upon--and, yet, 17393|I'll not live, nor will endure the weight and pain 17393|Of self-accusing, myself must be the sinner, 17393|And I myself the hypocrite of all time. 17393|And yet if it be thus--but, if I live 17393|To that time when shall come unto me all 17393|The men who were before me, if I pass 17393|Beyond the threshold of all time the span 17393|Of that great circle, and beyond the sun 17393|In his own splendour, and the deep-toned stars 17393|Which are a heaven, then, perhaps, what then? what then? 17393|Some day will come when you'll see that I'm not 17393|He who lived, and am, and can live no more. 17393|'Tis well, for men whose love the world shall close 17393|With life, and thus lie down to rest once more, 17393|To make the self-accusation their last, 17393|And, being dead, to render up the life 17393|We led so happily, when youth and health 17393|Were all we had, and God appeared thus small, 17393|To tempt us to the life _we weren't ready_? 17393|Nay, rather let me do, and in my last 17393|Ascension, lay me down and I'll be one 17393|Of the proud few who, when they live to age, 17393|Look back on youth with no disdain, and then 17393|Sigh over the long and pleasant way, 17393|And say, as one who would have lived, they died. 17393|I go! I go! 17393|Oh, bitter, bitter grief! for you I leave 17393|With those I loved that I may not know. 17393|All will be changed, bequeathed, or new-cast, 17393|All faded, torn, or cast away altogether. 17393|You were the one--the only one!--my life, 17393|The pride of all the earth. Yet, see the change! 17393|One smile of your now--one kiss of your now-- 17393|It were a vain thing, that my years go by 17393|Unheeding all these years of pain and ill! 17393|And yet, when all my hopes were petrified, 17393|I had no other hope but that renew'd. 17393|And now I am cast forth, cast out of sight 17393|To live for ever in a world unknown! 17393|Oh, bitter, bitter grief! 17393|To go ======================================== SAMPLE 3120 ======================================== 1728|and with the light of the threefold fire he burned therein as the 1728|flaming fire burns in the great furnace that bears Zeus, who is 1728|the father of the gods. The flame of the god consumed her. 1728|Then they gave her her body to the bees, and she lived there 1728|whereof she was the perfect work. But the daughter of Alcinous 1728|lived in the house of Poseidon, lord of the storm, and 1728|was barefooted, for she knew naught of man's house, and had 1728|nothing to do, when she had given birth to her child, and she 1728|went forth to the sea. But when Alcinous had grown old, his 1728|hearts were troubled, and he mourned for her, and sat upon the 1728|brazen-road to the island, the mother of the gods. But when 1728|he had mourned and petitioned with his heart, and prayed the 1728|goddess to destroy the wooers in Hades, for his son was to be 1728|his son's widow? So the daughter of Alcinous told him all her 1728|dreams. But Zeus would not listen to his prayer. 1728|Now Poseidon with bitter sorrow was on the wide sea, and 1728|gathered a great heap of sea-sand, and laid in it there a 1728|large stone. He bound a wreath of it about his son's tomb. 1728|And therewithal he wrought two great wedges of a great one 1728|and two small wedges, and bound them fast upon the wedges, 1728|so that the body of his dear son must not be taken by the 1728|sea shore. And he hung them over the body of his son's 1728|husband, and bound upon the back of each a great wreath of 1728|wine, even for the sake of Athene, the daughter of Zeus, 1728|for the sorrow that he had on his son. So he wrought with 1728|spells and enchantments. 1728|Therewith Zeus spake to Odysseus, son of Laertes, and said: 1728|'Son of Laertes, slayer of Argos, thou hast done as I 1728|spent my wits and my life ere I have a mind to tell thee 1728|all this. But come, make ready, and go to thy house, nor be 1728|besought by any of the strangers, but tell them thy dreams 1728|and thy sad tales of my son, how he hath gone to the ships of 1728|Menelaus, and of Agamemnon, his mighty chieftain; and he 1728|came with a great company, and many a ship and many a crew, 1728|and was come to the river of Placos, and was sitting in great 1728|power upon the shore at the foot of the hill that is called 1728|Gules. There he slayneth many an ill foot-soldier, and a 1728|ruddy flag therewith was flying, and his galleys were full; 1728|and yet did he not come as some men would have a man come 1728|to the death of him, that he might be slain at the point of the 1728|fang. But as for the rest, they thought that he was 1728|there by the fair grove of his father Tiryns, who is well 1728|assured of them that come for tidings; for all his 1728|girdle and armour was not yet gone from off his shoulders. 1728|Nay, for as long as his strength shall not hold him he shall 1728|be a guest of the wooers.' 1728|Then Odysseus of many counsels answered saying: 'Alas, my 1728|friend, and may no proud word of thine stand before the 1728|honoured doors of Odysseus, for methinks he is no whit 1728|better off than we are. For I will set in array, if I may; 1728|but if he come to his own country, what shall we do? Verily 1728|he may come to the land of the Achaeans, for we two, 1728|myself and Telemachus, may go with him.' 1728|Therewith he sat him down at the foot of the hill, and 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 3130 ======================================== 1304|The moon has a new look, 1304|Her face is like the silver dawn; 1304|Her eyes have a mysterious light, 1304|That waves and swirls in the moonlight bright 1304|Of that day's first maidenhood. 1304|From the dawn till the noon 1304|She never shall go by; 1304|For the people of the town 1304|Will have their own way. 1304|At the noon of the day 1304|She shall come in a dusky dress 1304|To attend to holy things, 1304|And pray with the priests, and sing 1304|The oaten reed in the orchard-close. 1304|She shall have the priest's crown, 1304|And every thing shall be holy 1304|Till she shall stand alone, 1304|A virgin for herself: 1304|And so she shall go by, 1304|As slow, as slow the sun goes down the day, 1304|As she stands by with her crown of light. 1304|I HEARD a little Bird sing, 1304|Singing, singing, 1304|All in the blushing spring-time, 1304|When each flower was new, 1304|Each lilac stalk, 1304|Each tiny tree 1304|Was new-fashioned, 1304|Shaping, arranging, 1304|In the charmed air, 1304|Tumultuous and voluble, 1304|Singing, singing, 1304|All in the blushing spring-time. 1304|I HEARD a little Worm say, 1304|Once, in a wiser fashion, 1304|Sing, singing, 1304|In the dark places, 1304|In the places 1304|Where the shadows fleet. 1304|How the timid shadows fled! 1304|I saw in dream one look, 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face; 1304|I drew a lily for her hand, 1304|Came a lily-flower, 1304|But the little face turned away, 1304|And the flower would not look in my face. 1304|In the dawn we met, as friends, 1304|By the river-bank; 1304|A wild-rose in her hair, 1304|And her eyes were wild, 1304|Little lily-face 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face. 1304|It was all for you, I said; 1304|And the wild-rose heard, 1304|That the lily-face heard, and left us, 1304|And turned her eyes away. 1304|Wasn't that a shame, the flower-face? 1304|She was very wise, 1304|And loved a foolish thought, 1304|That a flower would turn away 1304|A man who held it dear. 1304|So the lily we planted 1304|Was as fair a face, 1304|And the dark-eyed lover 1304|Grew to be her knight. 1304|He would rock to the lady, 1304|And she rocked to the lily, 1304|And they lived like fair Christians 1304|Till their day of doom. 1304|But I never could have thought 1304|Such folly would befall; 1304|I never knew a foolish lover, 1304|That would look to the lily of May. 1304|And in the morning 1304|I woke with tears in my eyes, 1304|And my bosom swelled with the thought 1304|That I never again might see 1304|The face of the pretty lily-face. 1304|A little while there was in my sleeping, 1304|When I was afraid to speak, 1304|For fear was half my reason, 1304|And I could not be silent; 1304|But now I'm bold and free 1304|And laugh and sing, 1304|As I came through the wood; 1304|And when I come home at night, 1304|I wake before ======================================== SAMPLE 3140 ======================================== 18238|That will not stay, 18238|And let the storm go off, 18238|And light up the skies 18238|With silver and with green. 18238|With an old-world beauty 18238|We bring all our songs and dances, 18238|And old-time joy in every dance; 18238|While we talk of time gone by, 18238|Time gone but little by; 18238|Old comrades come with me 18238|When I lie at ease by the fire. 18238|O the old-world beauty! 18238|O this beauty we bring 18238|By the grace of all great spirits, 18238|And by the grace of the gods. 18238|We are old friends here! 18238|The spirit of Song, the spirit of Dance, 18238|The Spirit of Earth and of Air, 18238|The Spirit of Flight, and the Spirit of Fire, 18238|We bring, we bring all of these, 18238|Bring all of these to you, 18238|All of these we bring to you 18238|All light and laughter and songs, 18238|All joy that is and songsters' glee; 18238|Of the wind's wild laughter 18238|And the voice's great melody, 18238|Of the song-faun's callings, 18238|Of the winged feet swinging, 18238|And the merry mouth-breath; 18238|Of the golden firelight 18238|That is everywhere; 18238|And of the child and babe's voice, 18238|And the love that is ever there; 18238|Of the firefly's call and its cry, 18238|Of the long black shadow, 18238|Of the long white flower's scent, 18238|Of the bird's moan and its parting, 18238|All, all we bring to you, 18238|All of these we bring to you, 18238|As the air is full of song and of light, 18238|All that is born is born! 18238|All our songs are but a hint, 18238|Each bird and bear must learn its lore, 18238|Each child its part in Death's rhyme; 18238|All that is born is born! 18238|To the music's song of the Spring time 18238|We turn, that the heart's heart may be 18238|Enraptured as by some fairy spell 18238|That turns the old familiar into youth; 18238|And the soul's soul is with us, 18238|The soul's soul is with us, 18238|All the leaves that grow in the forest 18238|Be the singing soul of it! 18238|And all the song of the Autumn season, 18238|The joy it brings and the gladness of earth, 18238|And all the joy of the Summer that glows, 18238|The song of the soul that's with us, 18238|The singing soul of it! 18238|We bring them to you, 18238|In many riddles 18238|Afar to be found, 18238|In many lands of mist and of dark, 18238|In many fields of dower, 18238|All day, all night, 18238|With voices and with voices and with voices, 18238|In many places, 18238|And all over the sky. 18238|We bring them to you-- 18238|The voices and the voices and the voices. 18238|If we could comprehend 18238|The whole mass of them 18238|We'd know our own soul. 18238|We bring them to you-- 18238|The songs and the songs, and the songs, 18238|The songs and the songs; 18238|The songs that of old 18238|Were sung by the young; 18238|The songs that of old 18238|In the sun and in the air, 18238|The songs that the soul hears 18238|As it rests 18238|On the lips that have kissed them and the soul hears; 18238|We bring them to you-- 18238|The songs that of old 18238|Were breathed by the dead; 18238|The songs of the soul's desires, 18238|And the songs that of old 18238|Bore promise and answer and answer; 18238|The soul's song, the songs' song. 18238|We bring them ======================================== SAMPLE 3150 ======================================== 7409|When I see thee stand, so clear and grave, 7409|While o'er thy head the sunbeams play, 7409|And ev'ry cloud is cover'd o'er 7409|With bright streamers of the morning, 7409|My heart, that was all other things, 7409|Is pleased to share in thy mirth. 7409|I would not choose my portion now 7409|Of half the joys Paradise can give 7409|Of an eternal life and chaste, 7409|For thou would'st live to make more room 7409|And give my weary spirits room. 7409|O then, thy beauty and thy charms 7409|Are equal to the task of man, 7409|And my weak hopes and fears are all 7409|Pressed into thy justly thine. 7409|Thy face, in heav'n, is fair and sweet, 7409|Yet all too heav'nly for my mind, 7409|And yet with all its bliss is vile 7409|And ill-content when thou'rt by. 7409|Thy heart so free from graces sour 7409|From happy glances never fails; 7409|Yet to its sweetest inward part, 7409|How little art thou, Love! in that! 7409|A little book-loiter now and then, 7409|Or in some shady nook to read and weep, 7409|Would be that book; which book the world might read 7409|If sentinelless, and the same sweet frown 7409|Unpun'ful, gloomy, and stern, forbode 7409|The reader's days; so he should fear to grow 7409|Too fair, too kind, too delicate-sweet, 7409|That none but angels might enjoy his thoughts. 7409|Ah! the world's false, sordid, petty pride 7409|Speaks louder still its falsehoods on mine eyes, 7409|And makes the truthless, false, sweet, and lovely, 7409|Conform to the false, the false to conform. 7409|But lo! the joys that are most fair to-day 7409|Have loosed their bonds, and the world's proud crown 7409|Wears down the soul with worldly honors sweet; 7409|Then may'st thou be proud to call such to blush, 7409|And know thou hast a soul for crowning thee. 7409|In this rude, unadorn'd, ignorant age, 7409|Where beauty and high feeling are unknown, 7409|When the sweet sense of art in darkness dwells, 7409|And high sense of worth and purity unknown, 7409|Let a poor wretch, yet poor beneath the sun, 7409|Be proud of all the blessings Nature yields, 7409|And not be afraid of those, more dear than all. 7409|Let a poor wretch, yet poor beneath the sun, be proud 7409|Of the blest, bright year, of which the rich are poor. 7409|Not with a rich and mighty mind content, 7409|Nor in a happy state, 7409|But in some lonely, desolate wild, 7409|Where no kind friends are found, 7409|And no kind rites are offered, and no fire 7409|Can light your narrow cell; 7409|That is the poor wretch's only refuge, he 7409|Cannot command, he cannot rise above 7409|In this our wintry exile, but on chains 7409|A prey to many sins, 7409|His only hope the black sin of his own, 7409|Or failing, doomed to lose, 7409|The end of his miserable life to come, 7409|His only bliss his wretched lot to take 7409|In the dark net of human-kind enthrall'd; 7409|And to possess or own, no less than poor 7409|Is his sole hope, 7409|When Heaven's rich year has even'd the wretched man. 7409|To this thy poor, this wretched, wretched man, 7409|This wretched, blackest inmate of the soul, 7409|This creature born to curse its maker, sin, 7409|And be besought to grant it, all in vain! 7409|The Gods in Heaven cannot spare thee or bless 7409|In thee thy solitary lot and state; 7409|But all in bitterness and wrath appear 7409 ======================================== SAMPLE 3160 ======================================== 26388|When you're happy in the world. 26388|I'm in the mood for having my finger in, 26388|And my heart in full swing; 26388|For I hope that what comes after the bell 26388|I shall have enough to drink. 26388|I'm in the mood for eating, drinking, smoking, 26388|And loving what we are; 26388|For I know that I need not toil, 26388|To have enough to eat and drink. 26388|This is the time when birds are on the wing, 26388|And we look across the garden-wall. 26388|We sit by the fire, and make out, know not why, 26388|Of things in the Universe below; 26388|Until that spark of thought in me arise, 26388|And say, though words are far away, 26388|Be out and joyous in my fate; 26388|And I hope to be in thy fate when old, 26388|Thy fate while the sun shines on thee. 26388|My wife, the little wife, comes in before, 26388|And sits at her wit's end end; 26388|When she has eaten and drunk and swam, 26388|She is as sound as a feather. 26388|If I have been good I've kept her awake, 26388|Have let her keep her door; 26388|Or I have been bad, in that she slept, 26388|And has never beheld the day. 26388|I sit in my chair, and I say the word, 26388|And she lies fast asleep; 26388|I tell her that sometimes I've little time, 26388|The mere thought of which vexes me. 26388|We walk, I go, and I tell her it's gone, 26388|She no more can hear--no more can know; 26388|And so long, little wife, I say. 26388|Now this is the time that I do declare 26388|That my hand in it is laid; 26388|And so long, little wife, I know it's true, 26388|And to make it good I'll try. 26388|I'll make him merry, and I'll make him glad, 26388|And I'll make him love, and so 26388|I'll make him hear the song, and I'll make him hear, 26388|That's the way of the wise and the witty. 26388|If he should die and I should leave the little lad, 26388|And should hear him say, "Thou shalt have nae mair," 26388|And his eyes grow dim, and his mouth grow red, 26388|I'm sure he'd grieve till he came to die. 26388|If I should die, and I should leave the little lad 26388|And should hear him say, "Ah," and look at me, 26388|And he'd whistle and whistle and whistle and shout, 26388|I'd love him till I was dead. 26388|"Awa, awa, awa, Willie, don't cry; 26388|And I'll kiss my babe, and I'll never let 'ee go." 26388|Awa, awa, awa, Willie, don't cry; 26388|And I'll kiss my lil wee babe, and I 'll never let 'ee go. 26388|"Awa, awa, awa, Willie, don't go; 26388|Away, away, awa, I canna say no; 26388|I winna leave you, 'cause as I canna leave you, I'll never let you go!" 26388|Awa, awa, awa, Willie, don't go; 26388|Away, away, awa, I canna say no, 26388|And I winna leave you, 'cause as I canna leave you, I'll never let you go. 26388|"Owa na, awa, awa, Willie, don't weep, 26388|And I winna leave you, 'cause you cannot stand daisies but you shall keep 26388|them if you could, Owa na, awa, awa, Willie, don't go." 26388|Owa na, awa, awa, Willie, don't go; 26388|And I winna leave you, but as I canna leave you, I'll never let you go." 26388|Owa na, awa, awa, Willie, don't go; ======================================== SAMPLE 3170 ======================================== 18238|That we must never leave you. 18238|"I love you--and you love me--and can't tell why." 18238|I heard the night wind sigh and say, 18238|It was the same in every clod: 18238|The soul of man was cold and dead 18238|That whispered, "I love thee!" 18238|We found this very truth 18238|In all the endless stars 18238|And moon, and sun, and sea. 18238|If all your life's a dream, 18238|And never comes the day, 18238|Love only comes 18238|Thing in the night, 18238|With some old heart, 18238|Aye, one that lies down. 18238|If all your hope is despair, 18238|And dreams are all false dreams, 18238|Love only comes 18238|Thing in the night, 18238|With some old heart, 18238|Aye, one that lies down. 18238|If all your love is false love, 18238|And nothing real seems, 18238|Love only comes 18238|Thing in the night, 18238|With some old heart, 18238|Aye, one that lies down. 18238|If all your life are vain dreams 18238|That fade and pass away, 18238|Love only comes 18238|Thing in the night, 18238|I hear the night wind sigh, 18238|I know a God-sent word. 18238|If thou hadst one moment's delight 18238|When thou didst the whole day keep, 18238|This little soul, 18238|Aye, one that lies down. 18238|If thou didst part, at thy return 18238|Thou wert a little ghost, 18238|A soul that lies out of reach, 18238|Aye, a soul that lies down. 18238|If thou hadst touched his lips as they 18238|The heart is to his soul, 18238|This ghost had come for ever here 18238|And we had cried all day. 18238|And wouldst thou live when he was dead 18238|And all our tears were vain? 18238|This ghost must wait till we come in 18238|That lay out of breath and bare,-- 18238|This lonely heart-in-hearth, 18238|Aye, one that lies down. 18238|Love's Day 18238|'_Love's not the only art that never is tired._' 18362|All the birds that sing 18362|Boon and bonnie bairn, 18362|Sarpedine has been long in the west 18362|The lark has been here . . . 18362|Sarpedine's aye a lark, and he's a bonnie bird, 18362|Sarpedine's been here . . . 18362|Bonnie wee thing's got a lovely crest, 18362|Sarpedine's been here, 18362|He's been a bonnie bird in the wild west 18362|All his life as I've seen him grow . . . 18362|Sarpedine's a bonnie bird, and he's a sweet wee thing, 18362|Sarpedine's been here . . . 18362|Sarpedine's been long in the west 18362|He's been a bonnie bird 18362|All his life as I've seen him grow . . . 18362|But, if a man's not got a lark, and a bonnie crest, 18362|Sarpedine's a wee thing; 18362|Bonnie wee thing is bonnie, and sarpedine's been here 18362|All his life as I've read, 18362|And yet, if a man's not got a crest and a lark, and a bonnie crest, 18362|Sarpedine's a chap, and he's a bonnie bird, 18362|Sarpedine's been here. 18362|Sarpedine's been long in the west, 18362|Sarpedine's been long, 18362|Sarpedine's been long in the west 18362|So a' the day is nicht, 18362|Sarpedine's been long in the west, 18362|Sarpedine's been long, 18362|That the w ======================================== SAMPLE 3180 ======================================== 7394|The great sun, the great sky, the great sun; 7394|With every star on every hill; 7394|The stars they call one voice, and call; 7394|The hills are mad with one, and one; 7394|The fields are mad with one, and one;-- 7394|And there, in that rich land's embrace, 7394|Where all is life and all is love, 7394|The sun shall set on earth when night 7394|Has reached its midnight hour. 7394|The sea shall melt. The winds sing thee! 7394|The sea shall set thee in foam! 7394|The sky shall sink, and hills grow old 7394|When all thy days are done. 7394|And then to die ere the day expire, 7394|That's the golden way of death; 7394|With thy long light upon the sea 7394|And the stars in the clear sky, 7394|And me when night is over all 7394|With the sun all day long. 7394|What tho' the sun has not attained 7394|Him last celestial zone, 7394|Though the waves with restless laughter break 7394|And the world be still at rest; 7394|Yet the starry heavens look down 7394|From thy dim world of hope and love 7394|On the happy child of light, 7394|And all man in his sorrow sleeps, 7394|When the sun will set ere night be done, 7394|With his bright sun set at night. 7394|A little boy, I heard him say, 7394|When the evening cometh, "Brother, pray 7394|Not thy feet to that path go near, 7394|But thy long black hair that falls to-day 7394|To cover us all!" So I prayed. 7394|And he answered him, with a smile, 7394|"Not my feet to-day, but thou, mayst stay. 7394|That man that walks too lightly doth tread, 7394|And I'm weary of my weary feet." 7394|When the morning dawned, and we spied 7394|A great darkness over all, 7394|Then our lad exclaimed, in a fret, "Yea, 7394|My hair is gray! Is that God? Are they 7394|The angels that appear, and go 7394|With a bright and golden sound, 7394|And light them round our wandering feet, 7394|Whilst we still, oh heart! still lie 7394|Under the darkness of the grave 7394|All dark, all hid from sight and touch! 7394|Or art thou some maiden, or a dream 7394|That doth the light of heaven illume? 7394|Thou shalt see thy lover. For his feet 7394|Shall walk not o'er the leaves of the sun. 7394|A child of time; a friend of the great, 7394|A friend of life! Yet what hast thou done?" 7394|At last, in those great hallowed hours, 7394|Did the long silence make a right 7394|Confortible and sweet, 7394|Lest the sweet, solemn things were whispered. 7394|The heart of the man was his own throne, 7394|His own self, all the world for him; 7394|He looked up, heard, beholding--saw, 7394|And his eyes were closed in a dark, 7394|Deeper than any trance, 7394|Deeper than sleep, which we all sleep through 7394|When we dream of God and God's way. 7394|The man of his country was not more 7394|Than a soldier in the battle line, 7394|Crying, till all the hills and dales 7394|Resounded, "Him she loves." 7394|Was ever such a soldier made, 7394|With such a manly trust and love, save 7394|This, who, by the tree-side alone, 7394|Pores on the man of his country? 7394|To the man of his own native land-- 7394|Was it not so to him that died, 7394|From the battle's onset forth, 7394|"Take this for rest from a world's alarms, 7394|The thought of my dear, my brave man, 7394|The ======================================== SAMPLE 3190 ======================================== 615|When all her heart was stilled, and she herself 615|Henceforth was a thing solitary. 615|She now will never see the same sight 615|Upon the same, nor other sojourn; 615|And, all alone, will oftentimes return 615|To that isle or desert, where she went, 615|That was by her (in that she loved it well) 615|Until she find the way again. 615|"She, in her heart, would make the sea return, 615|And make her go that way, but that she deems 615|It not so easy; and on this account 615|She walks not there; because she doth presume 615|To change her course, and leave that beauteous isle; 615|And because she deems a voyage ill performed 615|No less than foolishness would be deceived, 615|And it appear more pleasant, from no farther shore. 615|"She thus the island seeks with no report 615|Of what remains upon the other side, 615|Until that I, who once were at anchor there, 615|Shall learn if any yet return that way: 615|But what I know, I will relate to thee: 615|Hermes had come with such an account urged, 615|That, if I in my wisdom had foregone 615|My visit, of that king no further said, 615|And, for an escort, took so little care 615|To pay the price he demanded for one, 615|The more because the enchanted place remained 615|Unchanged, and his departed patron said. 615|"To me, at least, and if it seem good to thee, 615|I will not change the tale I am inclined; 615|But will the messenger my answer make; 615|And thou shalt hear what I shall advise to thee." 615|Arrived in Herve, in a small enclosure 615|Of this and that of that magician kept; 615|Of whom the name of Hermes I have heard, 615|I see the name of that, by no means new. 615|The lady and the young magician had 615|Tended with the night beneath a stone, 615|Wherein a damsel had a crystal glass, 615|Called it a little glass, a crystal gem, 615|That on the day when she was born was made; 615|That, if the glass should break, or any fly, 615|Or other evil thing befall them there, 615|This crystal glass would suffice them for to view, 615|Which might the evil spirits leave behind. 615|And as she would her lover would display, 615|The glass in which the woman's glass had broken, 615|The little glass had broken; which to restore, 615|Was put her in another glassed, and made 615|Another crystal; the day she so would see 615|The glass in which this crystal had been shattered. 615|To see the broken glass, whom it had sold, 615|Was to her wish, but not to watch her hand; 615|And then she sought to be the watchman there. 615|"Good store," the prudent lady thus begun, 615|Who, having broken that glass of hers, had caused 615|The accident, "in the glass's world, where she 615|I think may be, to see in the green glade." 615|Here, for the knight had promised, he espied 615|A fair, bright form, and of the earth descended. 615|And she of whom I speak would be as light 615|As that fair form from day to day had been, 615|If by the earth herself the demon made 615|That beauteous form: but if the demon might, 615|And so destroy it on earth, as well, 615|She from thence would not be seen by the six. 615|That was the fear, that little matter could 615|Befit the fear, and such a phantom show, 615|That the brave cavalier's lady's lover, 615|Pierced in the heart and carried away. 615|With him was he, as well might be believed, 615|Seized by the evil spirit in his heart, 615|That had so long pursued the cavalier, 615|From him was born an ill he would not shun, 615|That, though he had his cavalier's dear light, 615|He would the other's life have for his own. 615|This evil spirit made to death and birth 615|Sickness, and ======================================== SAMPLE 3200 ======================================== 29345|All but the sky, 29345|And as he talked the sun he seemed to see 29345|Blazing through the dark 29345|And then he paused and laughed to hear her name. 29345|"I'm a good deal more afraid of the moon 29345|Than of the sky," he said 29345|And laughed again, but his face was sad and sad 29345|As he turned with his long shadow in his hand 29345|At the end of the trail. 29345|The moon was very old 29345|The stars were so great. 29345|The trail passed, and at last 29345|He caught a glimpse of the sky 29345|That made the sky above him dim. 29345|"It's a good deal the same 29345|"It never can be," he said, 29345|As he climbed the hollow and talked. 29345|"And when I'm asleep I think 29345|"Most anyhow 29345|That when the day is through 29345|"Night is the good and the good and the good 29345|"And the great and the small." 29345|Then he was weary but kept 29345|The trail. 29345|And when day-break came, 29345|He looked back at it 29345|And said, "This may be the right 29345|"Place for a man to grow old." 29345|At that the moon 29345|Laughed loud and blew out her light 29345|And the stars were glad. 29345|Then he went up into the sky 29345|And he cried out his joy, 29345|"All this I used to know 29345|"Before I'm twenty-one." 29345|He talked of the old old days 29345|Of the world that used to be, 29345|The beautiful old world of words, 29345|Lit by a burning sun 29345|And stars so big and red. 29345|And as he talked the stars were kind, 29345|And said, "You'll grow old to know 29345|"The old old world is good." 29345|He sighed and he said, 29345|"When I grow old I'll say 29345|"Some words of its renown 29345|"And the new, good old world." 29345|He laughed but his face was sad, 29345|Said, "I was here to-day 29345|"In the days that I was young 29345|"And I will not grow old." 29345|Then he went to the hill-side that was 29345|Where the trail to the trail was made. 29345|He said, "This is where I must stay-- 29345|"There I shall hear again 29345|"And laugh at the old world, 29345|The old old world of words. 29345|"For when the voice I heard 29345|"Was so near that I could feel 29345|"The song that I was trying to sing, 29345|It sounded so far out there 29345|In a forest at my back 29345|And I must wait and wait." 29345|But he went up the hill-side to the light 29345|That was in the tree-tree's glimmer, 29345|And he looked down. 29345|The earth seemed so much away, 29345|And the wind so angry. 29345|The trail was long so far out there 29345|And he had come to death, 29345|But he must not be too late, for he reached 29345|The place where the tree-flowers grew. 29345|Down the pathway, like the light 29345|Of the moon through the trees, 29345|He saw a woman and she said, 29345|"I wish that you were here." 29345|The moon was not above her head, 29345|But all the trees near by 29345|Welded to it, and all the air 29345|Was silent and still and high 29345|Till she said quietly, "Weep no more, 29345|Sealed with a kiss. 29345|If there be other women here 29345|Who are as fair as you, 29345|Weep no more, O dear! I wish that you were here!" 29345|"Nay, pray you not, 29345|The trees are so dark, 29 ======================================== SAMPLE 3210 ======================================== 1165|Wilt thou forgive and forget? 1165|Wilt thou have no fear of me, 1165|Till thou know my face for ever? 1165|No more may Love forget: 1165|Wilt thou forgive me? Yes, 1165|Till I forget -- and then 1165|I'll love thee for the rest. 1165|If the leaves in May be green, 1165|And the birds sing for their evening meal; 1165|If I sing with her, and she for me, 1165|We'll walk in May each Springtide morning 1165|Through the gardens of the wood; 1165|We'll toss a merry song. 1165|If the trees in May be red, 1165|And the waters of the river are red; 1165|If we sing for our love at eventide, 1165|Sing in the shade by the sea; 1165|We'll talk of old days dead and true, 1165|And laugh at times his red beard. 1165|If the trees in May be white, 1165|And the skies above are blue; 1165|If we'd rather live on a summer's day 1165|Than a summer's year should go; 1165|If to care about old things is a sin, 1165|And sorrow is a mortal thing; 1165|We'll dance in May through a blizzard's gloom, 1165|Till the wood sings 'neath the sun, 1165|And the grasses tell that the May is long -- 1165|And we will remember. 1165|If there's honey in a flower, 1165|There's life in the sweet blue sun, 1165|And I would I were with her that's gone, 1165|The young love of my youth, 1165|The song that I sing to-night 1165|With a heart that she knows by heart! 1165|Sing me a lay or a ditty, 1165|Let it speak for me alone; 1165|Or sing to me a sad refrain, 1165|To keep me to my self; 1165|If I were with her that's gone, 1165|The young love of my youth, 1165|Say softly, is there any thing 1165|Hath kept your heart so long away 1165|From being wroth with you to be, 1165|Or any thing to love her? 1165|For the wind is in your hair, and the roses all in your face, 1165|And the stars are shining on you as though they would speak to her, 1165|But they are a-weeping for you, and you are a-wondering of me. 1165|Sick, sick I am, for the days and the laughter are all on the 1165|Far off and dim are the days I shall meet my bride, 1165|Weary are the eyes and the hair I shall hold; 1165|But for you, sad heart, who came all so hot and gay 1165|With the love that came in your mouth to the lips I could not hold, 1165|I'd kiss you from the lips that I would not hold. 1165|And we'll call her the name she will take on the morrow, 1165|My fair little wife; but you'll never come home again; 1165|Never, never come again, for the days are a-tingle and sick, 1165|When I think of my young bride, 1165|With her eyes forlorn 1165|And her hair as wan 1165|As any wilted tree. 1165|But, as my dreams go by, 1165|And the little dreams are gone, 1165|To the night of dreams, 1165|As the little dreams go by. 1165|To the night of all my hours 1165|We have danced in the air, 1165|And with a dream of song 1165|We had talked of the ways 1165|That she loved me. 1165|The night was like a house 1165|With candles all aflame, 1165|And we drank and kissed; 1165|And then I fell at her feet, 1165|And lay and dreamed. 1165|Her hair was like a curl, -- 1165|And her eyes were dim; 1165|And she lay against my breast, 1165|And whispered and kissed my neck, 1165 ======================================== SAMPLE 3220 ======================================== 12242|The world would see his face. 12242|I think that when we part, 12242|The spring of life is flying, 12242|For it comes full of blossoms, 12242|And love and blossoms! 12242|The years may bring 12242|The gray of years, 12242|The cares of cares, 12242|And heavy years 12242|That mak men sad. 12242|But he 12242|Whose love, though long, 12242|Like fire of summer, 12242|Burns brighter day by day, 12242|Will ne'er grow cold; 12242|We need no more 12242|The word 12242|That life is lived. 12242|We found her father's sword 12242|As we were breaking, 12242|Our own light step 12242|Before us falling; 12242|That light the sun 12242|Is not more cold. 12242|The path is overgrown 12242|But yet we know 12242|It is the pathway 12242|We used to go in. 12242|The flower we kissed, 12242|It dies, but we 12242|And hers survive. 12242|We'll dream it over then, 12242|An angel's kiss 12242|That dies to-morrow. 12242|And when we lie with flowers 12242|'Neath cold pagan skies, 12242|We'll dream the pain, 12242|That death had stilled. 12242|She loved the knight and took him under her wing, 12242|A restless, wild, accomplished creature, who 12242|No end could well fulfil who should ask why; 12242|But little known herself of reason's use. 12242|She would not have embraced him as before, 12242|But kissed it in silence. And so, with eyes 12242|Of burning love, but still a little scared, 12242|He crossed her arms and made himself her knight, 12242|And on the walls of Pisa bare a shield, 12242|And on Pisa's towers a helmet fair, 12242|And on Pisa's walls a cloape, and such; 12242|All things he bought with money earned before, 12242|And all things he gave as gifts the same. 12242|Then by the water-side, where winds were free, 12242|She sat all alone upon a stone, 12242|And watching the light-brown foam of waves 12242|That circled and disappeared in them, 12242|With curious eyes as black as jet, 12242|That looked the same as if they changed. 12242|He came into her happy eyes, 12242|And all her wonder fell upon him; 12242|Then he was like to die, and she, alas! 12242|Consented when he said he loved her. 12242|He promised she should see her own again, 12242|Before she lived a thousand years, 12242|And that he would be faithful unto her 12242|Whether his life were or to be his; 12242|But now, all forgotten like a thought, 12242|He lives once more among the waves, 12242|And watches them for a future day 12242|That can never come again to hope. 12242|The wind blows all the year long, 12242|It blows all the day, 12242|And in the winter it is not only that, 12242|But on the Sabbath it blows on the land. 12242|The wind blows from the west, it blows from the east, 12242|The breeze from all the seas 12242|Is blowing on the sails of my ship; 12242|It is blowing on the compass that charts the sky, 12242|And in the morning will find the star in the West, 12242|But in the evening it will find them both lost, 12242|And blowing on the sails of my ship. 12242|The spring-time, how solemn and dreary! 12242|All summer I have been busied 12242|With the darning of my sails, 12242|With the spinning of my woof, 12242|Bulk-ding for my shelter, 12242|And packing for the cold. 12242|But now that the winter is here, 12242|The tempest at hand, 12242|I can throw no keel at noon, 12242|The wind ======================================== SAMPLE 3230 ======================================== 1365|The old, old story, how the ancient people 1365|Ran through the sky the whole year round 1365|In their flying chariot-wheels, 1365|With a song of many birds a day 1365|A song of many songs a year. 1365|There in his old man's boat 1365|Sat the good Saint Francis, 1365|On his steed of power 1365|Steering homeward from the tropics, 1365|Far away upon the sea-shore! 1365|There he saw the far-off city, 1365|Saw the spires and spires of Atlantis, 1365|Saw the structure he called Life, 1365|Saw the future of the Universe, 1365|And with happy heart and free, 1365|Like a pilgrim living in a dream, 1365|Past the kingdom of the sun, 1365|Past the gates of death, we journeyed fast, 1365|On toward the land of dreams. 1365|The road lay out beneath the trees, 1365|A broad and pleasant road; 1365|And over it in lineless dance 1365|Streamed the great Western gale. 1365|And over it the lily white, 1365|The lily white rose of dawn, 1365|Bent its little head in rapture, 1365|And bent so much it made 1365|The blood of the red rose in the bower 1365|Tender and rose-purified. 1365|And the wild turkey, rapt beneath 1365|The eyes of his mate at rest, 1365|Seemed to dream in his high triumph, 1365|'T was the hour of our desire; 1365|He gazes in her lovely eyes, 1365|And all his soul is stirred. 1365|A breath of sweet and sultry morn, 1365|Crowning with bloom the shyest day 1365|Round the rose of earliest morning, 1365|Makes all the meadow-walks speak. 1365|Yet even at its fairest, springing, 1365|Like a shy little maid, her face 1365|Hath hid the rose she most prefers; 1365|And even as her glances smile 1365|Her heart may feel a pang. 1365|When my sweet were away to play, 1365|And I was alone with me sweet, 1365|My thoughts would oftentimes like birds 1365|In the dark nesting-place of trees, 1365|That would try to sing, and fail! 1365|Each bird came back to me some day, 1365|Pleasing, and sad, and longing wing, 1365|And then died away again. 1365|Oh, how little they remembered thee, 1365|With thy gentle form and bright, 1365|Who came back through the dim recess 1365|Of their song when they were least fleet! 1365|The thoughts of them that had loved thee, 1365|In this dim recess away, 1365|Like a bird through the darkness there, 1365|Are but like snow, in the sun! 1365|The heart of them that had loved thee, 1365|Who dwell in the light of day, 1365|Are much more beautiful to me, 1365|More radiant than the hearts of them 1365|Who had loved thee in the storm and gloom 1365|Of the night and long delay 1365|When thy song broke in upon my ear! 1365|I was alone when with a prayer 1365|She would enter in and meet me, 1365|And I stood there, wondering why; 1365|But when she had put on her robes 1365|I knew I was in Paradise. 1365|She stood there in her robe of snow, 1365|And I stood there in the darkness, 1365|And I listened that half-hour, I alone, 1365|Not knowing what she would say. 1365|But the clouds, in the great pall above, 1365|In the wide-opened heaven above us, 1365|Washed out the light from her eyes and brow, 1365|And the silence fell on me. 1365|And she was a ghost, at length, and the silence spread 1365|Like a veil across the earth and the heavens and deep, 1365|All about me, from east to the western sea; ======================================== SAMPLE 3240 ======================================== 7391|The light shines down, the night returns; 7391|When thou art left to live alone, 7391|Behold the home I left thee here! 7391|How bright each window-panelled room, 7391|Where spire upon spire of ancient fame 7391|Stands watchful from its pillar high! 7391|Each carved and lacpped portico, 7391|And door with threshold, stair, and floor, 7391|Hath been alive with all the charm 7391|And sound of that beloved land! 7391|The rooms with portraits of delight, 7391|Each picture is a gem unspent,-- 7391|As rich in wealth of form and face 7391|As the hand that painted so well. 7391|Here daintily reposes oft 7391|The dainty, simple, noble thrall, 7391|That, proud with wealth of parentage, 7391|Wrought poverty in all his chain. 7391|These ample rooms, this trim expanse 7391|Of arbute-wood, wall, partition,-- 7391|All, in a few, could have clothed the state 7391|Of all the fiercest dames of yore. 7391|There, in the dim and shadowy gloom, 7391|Still dimly showed the smiling room, 7391|Where, in her golden, beauteous mood, 7391|Rude, but not grimy, sat the dame. 7391|Her face a ray of fire illumin'd 7391|By sunshine from the mountain stream; 7391|And there, with many a painted gem 7391|Crowning her ivory lips, appear'd 7391|The mother, who had left her son 7391|A widow long ago, her heir. 7391|He died,--and in his stead she stood, 7391|With eyes that seemed with gladness bright,-- 7391|The bridegroom's own, of that fair train 7391|Which now the marble, in its gleam, 7391|Lingers in her home and shrine! 7391|O, fair and young! how strangely smiled 7391|The silent mother when her son 7391|And her were made to each but one,-- 7391|Their own. And, when they went to see 7391|Her in her silent room ere eve 7391|A dream of love and joy shall come 7391|To her, in dreams of him, and be 7391|With them still. 7391|I stood in the dusk alone, and saw 7391|The old, familiar spot again; 7391|With a fresh, quickness, all unknown, 7391|I knew the place. Then I was there! 7391|There, in the hall of those who live, 7391|By all their praise, is written, _Well_! 7391|The word, more lovely than the rhyme, 7391|The word divine; and there it stands 7391|In all the languages known 7391|To tongue of man or ear of ear 7391|Of man may guess. The words, who knew 7391|Whence came the word? Or who must learn 7391|To die in silence, or endure 7391|So long to seek the buried sense? 7391|No more the home that taught its lore 7391|Behold its walls, its hearths enchained 7391|As if by magic, and proclaim 7391|Its word as tongues of power and dread. 7391|So far the living love remains. 7391|E'en near it fades the voice of speech, 7391|And, in the end, the life must be 7391|Of speech and body quenchied quite. 7391|I think the living love may be 7391|As high and near as these; I see 7391|And love it even as God's own love 7391|And Heaven's own love,--God's love at strife 7391|With this and that. For this a creed 7391|We've learned, that, though man's pride should grow 7391|With time and change, the living love 7391|Marks one eternal, whole decree. 7391|No doubt our God, the Word divine, 7391|Must set His rule eternally 7391|On love which, though to human ears, 7391|Circles not in space, but at a word; ======================================== SAMPLE 3250 ======================================== 3650|And from their souls a longing began 3650|For home and comfort and for rest. 3650|And while they slept, or oftener far, 3650|The shepherd of the camp below 3650|Had heard, along some hemlock-trees, 3650|The little brooks of clear spring-water 3650|That, nightly, from their clear spring-water 3650|A water-fisher had caught. 3650|And from his longing and their singing 3650|A song, a pleasant song, did rise, 3650|In tones and words of melody, 3650|Like water in a glass 3650|That glitters, and glitters, and glitters, 3650|And is gone upon and on. 3650|From hill to hill, and through the wood, 3650|The kindly voice did answer him; 3650|And when he turned, they seemed to say, 3650|"Sleep, and be always well-rested." 3650|So to the lodge he came, in dreams, 3650|With sleepy eyelids shut and dreaming, 3650|Of home and home and home, and home; 3650|And through the open door he wandered 3650|When the glad moon, like a lady gay, 3650|Entered with lantern and company, 3650|And sat without a pupil near, 3650|In the lovely nights of June; 3650|And on her mantle of snow she spread 3650|A pall of silver all around, 3650|And o'er her rest of embers slept 3650|The forms of those who knew the darkness 3650|All night beneath the strain of her breath 3650|Had woven with life a dreamy screen, 3650|To veil, for short or long, 3650|A sleep, a dream, a sleep, a dream; 3650|The face where Beauty sleeps 3650|Had grown a mother's face; and through 3650|The lids of their fair eyes there streamed 3650|Strange tears of vision strange and sweet, 3650|Which rose and fell, as in a spring, 3650|And, as the light that lit them cast 3650|A glory o'er their dreaming rest, 3650|Was washed from their pure lips away, 3650|And were shed into the balmy air, 3650|As from the lips of maids asleep 3650|And from the bosoms of young lovers. 3650|And as he looked upon the snow 3650|That lay all frosty 'neath their feet, 3650|He raised his eyes, and saw a joy 3650|Giggling in a fairy light, 3650|From out the darkness that illumed 3650|The fairy world the troop had entered, 3650|And saw the light that filled their eyes 3650|In the fair presence that attracted, 3650|And thrilled them with delight divine, 3650|And left them as a lost child dreaming.-- 3650|Then from the lily-white neck he took 3650|A bow of crystal, light and clear, 3650|Wound round a slender ear about, 3650|And sent it as a herald forth 3650|Twirling his cord and arrow well. 3650|And there before the smiling sun, 3650|Through the green glooms of the wood it stood. 3650|The rosy-fingered, firstling of hearts, 3650|The lovely, laughing-eyed, young daughter, 3650|The delicate-haired, delicate-dressed, 3650|The mother with her charms--it seemed to be 3650|An air that in the breath of things 3650|Might travel with the world's swift round 3650|Away from mortal sight of naught. 3650|She sat her down among her loves, 3650|Laid by her self at rest, 3650|And watched the moon drop down the west, 3650|And the gray night fall, and sleep 3650|Among her dreams. 3650|The love-light in her eyes' young springs 3650|Grew brighter in her eyes, 3650|And, with a smiling, sweet surprise, 3650|She said, "Sweet Love, I thank thee!" 3650|The lark of midnight sung in air 3650|Echoes, as she heard-- 3650|"I thank thee, Lord, for stars and air!" 3650|It sang ======================================== SAMPLE 3260 ======================================== 18396|My bonnie bairn is a wee thing, O! 18396|Tune--"_Auld Nick was a gude ane._" 18396|Tune--"_Een whit meikle siller._" 18396|The Lady of the North, we sing her praise, 18396|Our Lady of the North; 18396|Thou hast ta'en the tither reins aside, 18396|Thy virtue's ta'en the reins, 18396|Thy life-priest for heaven's sake wad bide, 18396|The Lady of the North. 18396|There was a bonnie little lass, 18396|A simple, happy lass, 18396|But she was mine! 18396|Alas, the heart was free, 18396|That lassie had. 18396|That bonnie little lass, 18396|The withers blew; 18396|She could not tell the wailers' rattle, 18396|Or who should say: 18396|But there was a pang in every limb 18396|Of Betty of the Lillies. 18396|O Betty of the Lillies, dear Betty, 18396|Were there not three, 18396|That love together, 18396|And ye were not the last? 18396|They've ta'en me up out o' my breeks, 18396|They've ta'en me up out o' my breeks, 18396|My bonnie little lass. 18396|Farewell, farewell, ladies' ears! 18396|Farewell, farewell-- 18396|Lady, we'll be your bairns, and then 18396|We 'll kiss and bide together, 18396|Lady, we 'll be your bairns, and then 18396|We 'll live our lives. 18396|For he may wed a young bride, 18396|And he may woo a bairn, 18396|But Betty of the Lillies, 18396|And Betty of the Lillies, is first, oh! 18396|We 'll be a' our own, and then 18396|We 'll kame our own bairns, and then 18396|We 'll live our lives. 18396|Now Johnnie o' the Weirs, he 's gane, 18396|He 's gane to meet his bride; 18396|But Betty o' the Lillies, we 'll bide, 18396|We 'll tak the wedding roome. 18396|'Twas on a day o' pride and joy, 18396|In the merry month of May, 18396|In the merry month of May, 18396|I met a sweet, sweet lassie. 18396|She was clad in purple cloth, 18396|And glides like the angels swift, 18396|Through all the worlds her beauty she 18396|To bring a son to light. 18396|"O sweet love, are ye come for me? 18396|O sweet love, do not tarry; 18396|I want my bairns before I thee, 18396|For love has won me a wedded wife." 18396|"Oh, I would not to-day, dear love, 18396|For a month to stay for me; 18396|But, when my love is with me, 18396|Sweet, come and my love await." 18396|"My love is not to-day came, 18396|I 'll come aye when the sun shines, 18396|To be your faithful slave. 18396|"When the sun shines or the night falls, 18396|You shall dwell with me till I 'm fled, 18396|Sweet love, for a knight to be." 18396|There 's none so fair, so sweet, so young, 18396|As she that was my youngest child-- 18396|But she was gane to meet her death, 18396|And that wad bile in my bosom. 18396|"O bairn, go fetch on your sandals, 18396|And be ye lookin for the bride, 18396|For my braid sword in her father's hall 18396|Wad make the maid forget her bride." 18396|"No, my dame, I 'll never cairk her, 18 ======================================== SAMPLE 3270 ======================================== 1719|And when I heard the sound of bells 1719|The silence of the house was as 1719|A city where the winds of heaven 1719|Have never made speech, nor aught of speech. 1719|So for a long while I lay 1719|Beside my dream, but in the end 1719|I did not sleep a wink. 1719|The clock struck the midnight hour, 1719|The wind grew drearier, the sun, 1719|Not that I prayed, but that my eyes 1719|Ran all the room through with a sense 1719|Of fear and weariness, 1719|And, rising up, the house was drear 1719|And silent as the tomb. 1719|There lay another man 1719|With whom I had the house-affairs, 1719|But he was still a young man, 1719|And none of us could understand 1719|Where he was going. 1719|He was not ill nor old, 1719|He knew, but there was something wrong 1719|With him, for he had no face. 1719|That other, he was only two, 1719|Was only seven or eight, 1719|But through the years he had a man's 1719|Evening eyes, and a mouth that moved 1719|As though it would be moved. 1719|A nightingale and a thrush, 1719|And a blue goose with an eagle in its beak. 1719|But he had no hair, 1719|And his hair was white, and his face was black, 1719|And his hair came into his face 1719|Like milk flowing out of a straw. 1719|He drew a shadow on me, 1719|He drew a shadow on the hall; 1719|And the shadow of his eyes seemed to lean 1719|On the lady that is white and tall and fair. 1719|And the shadow of his head hung down low, 1719|And it did not come as a white foot, 1719|As the Lord's shall, if He have not said to me to-night 1719|In the silence, "I shall be good." 1719|And there was nothing that was said. 1719|And I thought of the great God 1719|Sitting in judgment to-night. 1719|I thought of the great God sitting below, 1719|With his awful face to see, 1719|And His terrible hands to hold, 1719|And His terrible feet to tread. 1719|And I thought of the great God standing 1719|Over us all for aye, 1719|Over the man with the shining eye 1719|And the burning breath of hell. 1719|And I said: "I would have it so: 1719|I would have my soul be bound 1719|With Him and in Him, all the days of my life, 1719|Till I were one soul with Him." 1719|He laughed, and the shadows, the white and black, 1719|From his open hand shook red; 1719|And I saw His mouth stretched out palely wide, 1719|And His awful eyes looked down, 1719|And He said: "You make a good end of it, 1719|You are old, and I am young." 1719|And the shadows, the black and white, 1719|From his other mouth laughed thrice: 1719|"I am mad on my knees to drink of your blood, 1719|Old man upon the throne, 1719|That you have made so good a bed 1719|For the devils that are nigh. 1719|And when heaven has broken you apart, 1719|And laid you in your place apart, 1719|You shall be old and your soul shall be fed, 1719|And that time the devil knows well. 1719|And when the earth grows old, and the stars 1719|Fly by, and the grasses and trees say "Enough," 1719|When men grow old and women die, 1719|You shall lie on a couch where the wood and sea 1719|And the sun look down on you. 1719|And in those dying eyes I see God: 1719|Your doom shall be all unspared, 1719|For the Devil who lies under the sun 1719|Shall turn you to the devil's work. ======================================== SAMPLE 3280 ======================================== 2130|And our brave fathers, if they were still the same, 2130|Would surely have been glad to bury them there. 2130|All who are not quite dead are so old, 2130|Have so long to live, and may come soon 2130|To what is but a box, not to what is not. 2130|They have no home, but what may once belong 2130|To others, and who knows what to them may belong? 2130|And in God's name, O God, let us not forget 2130|The old and the young, with all their needings ran 2130|Out of God's bounteous hand, into our own! 2130|O Master, my heart beats quickly again 2130|As when it did before I prayed for peace; 2130|And this fresh ardour prompts the strong command 2130|Which you have given, that the earth to-day 2130|Shall hold the man whom He has made His own. 2130|Let nothing then disturb His mighty will; 2130|But let the storm go forth from His dread throne, 2130|And the dark rocks say, "This is settled right; 2130|Right is the sword, and Right is the king!" 2130|Let nothing disturb His mighty will; 2130|But let the storm go forth from His dread throne, 2130|And the dark rocks say, if 'tis right, 2130|"This is settled right, O King! 2130|In His own time He will answer right, 2130|And make provision for the man whom He 2130|Has made His own, let nothing disturb His will." 2130|"Nay," was the reply, "Nay, it cannot be 2130|Since he's made His own, and 'tis right with God 2130|That He should shelter those who hunger-weary wait. 2130|'Tis said that many a time He's heard each man's prayer 2130|To be His guest at His own fair palace door. 2130|All true to this prayer, and his own good will 2130|He makes him all things; where'er 'tis now 2130|He bids him wander, and, to serve his kind, 2130|He leads him on, his own self-wrapt from the cold. 2130|So that He knoweth, He loveth all, and may 2130|Perplext His kingdom when He pleads to rule." 2130|"O King," said the boy; "you're right; for a crown, 2130|For a rule on the ground, for a place at table, 2130|I have already, to please me, served my kind. 2130|But now, when He asks to be crowned--I fear it-- 2130|All I have is to come and help the man who's not dead." 2130|So as he went he bade the storm-clouds go 2130|And the stone in the desert to bear witness 2130|That the man whom they named "not dying" knew 2130|No "food" and was hungry of spirit, and, when 2130|They searched the deserts, found no other like his lot-- 2130|He said:--"It is right your lot should be the highest." 2130|"My way," he said, "is the same as yours, I must own 2130|That I am not the last of my lot to be fine-- 2130|But now I am old, when the world doth grow dull, 2130|I shall lie down, and I'll tell you what I know-- 2130|My Father is waiting for me at the end, 2130|In the sun or the moon, in the rain or the wind-- 2130|If I should forget my own soul, and pass on 2130|"I have heard that He has great stores of gold 2130|He would need not for crowns or for power-- 2130|He has sent his angels--they have set their gold 2130|In the mountains round--where it will not be lost-- 2130|And He bids me go and bring it down from above. 2130|"I come, and I will take my Father's word 2130|For what He wills; he will take it or be damned: 2130|Come up, come up hither, you shall see it fall-- 2130|And I hold it fallen with me, for it falls 2130|From God Himself--and all the ages long ======================================== SAMPLE 3290 ======================================== 14019|The good King Henry of France 14019|Is slain, by the aid of your hand. 14019|You shall not live to see that day: 14019|He is my brother and my cousin, 14019|And I hold him in no less esteem." 14019|As he spake, the fear within him grew, 14019|And he cried: "Who art thou, that standest here, 14019|In all the realms of air above? 14019|Tell me, for they love to hear!" 14019|"I am a Saxon, my lord," said he; 14019|"For my father was Grendel's thrall; 14019|I know the castle well, and know the way, 14019|And ever I wot, a knightly sight 14019|Would a good champion have been mine. 14019|My kin to King Edmund yield. 14019|I go the tenth to his castle there; 14019|On his lord are my vengeance brought; 14019|If I do well, his body to bear, 14019|If I fare ill, I'm his first rate prey." 14019|To the Saxon knight the Duke of Duele: 14019|"For your love, Count, I grant to thee 14019|This gift. Now hold your peace. 14019|But, by the chieftains of your band, 14019|And by your own heart's faith, I swear 14019|To hold him here alive, who died 14019|At our dear father's hand." 14019|Then said the Franks: "A noble king, 14019|And such as ours, is Grendel now." 14019|To the Saxons they spake lightly then: 14019|"Our King will not suffer you, 14019|And his body you shall not give to him; 14019|You shall leave it to Christ Almighty to hold." 14019|"Alas! My noble lord, 14019|And you Franks and French alike, shall we 14019|Leave our king, and leave your king, our lord?" 14019|Said the Hun: "No such thing." 14019|And they took their arms to the King. 14019|Gustav of Denmark came to his aid 14019|And urged the Franks on to the fight. 14019|They say the king's son has laid dead 14019|The son of the Hun of the mountain pass. 14019|When Gerest of the Saxons saw 14019|How his brother was slain, the Franks, 14019|His kinsmen and his friends, 14019|He was angry and grieved, 14019|When he came to his brother King Edmund. 14019|The king asked him to dine with him; 14019|To drink the best in the hall; 14019|And the King of the Danes replied: 14019|"There's none now to dine with me, 14019|Or to share with me the play. 14019|As for dining, your lordship my guest 14019|May do it as he prefers." 14019|Then in came Gustav the Dane, 14019|The warrior's guest and his guest for the feast. 14019|And to the feast the Franks gave good cheer, 14019|With meat and with drink. 14019|But the King of the Danes was not so civil. 14019|And asked him, a Saxon lord, not a Dane. 14019|"Why dost thou not ask my presence? For I 14019|Have not the peer nor a Dane. 14019|My kinship is to my father's son: 14019|Nor would I ask the king to stay there; 14019|If the king would, I might sit down with him. 14019|But if he wants to dine with me, 14019|In safety go I then; 14019|For the feast is laid on the table, 14019|So I'll eat and sup and forget the war." 14019|Then said the Saxon: "King, good vassal for thee 14019|This is the hour of pleasure. 14019|We will have the feast, my lord Edmund, 14019|Ere the game is begun; 14019|For our game is for the day, but our game never shall end." 14019|"How! is the King of France yet to be 14019|Wroth with the Franks against his son; 14019|So can he not sit ======================================== SAMPLE 3300 ======================================== 42052|That never was made again, 42052|He found the path 42052|As hard to find as when first he came. 42052|I knew his place, I said that name 42052|Each time the hall was filled; 42052|But still he went the way, 42052|As if some god had kept him there. 42052|I know not what the gods can do, 42052|O dear old heart, 42052|Though thou art weary sore, 42052|With thy last grief I ween, 42052|That thou wert glad of those who were-- 42052|The joyous kings of long ago, 42052|The fair, old-eyed queens of long ago. 42052|What can I give thee, gentle heart, 42052|O dear old heart, 42052|For the sweet faces back where we stand, 42052|The queens of long ago? 42052|What can I give thee, gentle heart, 42052|O dear old heart? 42052|Though I may not be their queen, 42052|Their smiling eyes, 42052|And their sweet, placid, placid faces, 42052|The very air 42052|Of this hall is full of thee, 42052|O sweet old heart. 42052|The very light is haunted 42052|By thy small grace-- 42052|The very world is haunted 42052|By thy small grace-- 42052|By the fear in my heart of loneliness 42052|And the hope in my heart of love-- 42052|O fair, low heart, 42052|I cannot choose but take thee in my love. 42052|A little way, but ere the sun 42052|Drew downward to the sea-shore, 42052|A ship came drifting before us, 42052|With a broken red bow-speald, 42052|And a broken golden spar. 42052|A ship come before us. 42052|What were the stranger's thoughts, 42052|What, the stranger's thoughts, 42052|As the dark night on his shoulders 42052|Lay heavy and heavy, 42052|And he called to me out of silence, 42052|And the stars above me 42052|Saw none but sea things 42052|And none but stars? 42052|And the stars, out of their constellations, 42052|Shone in the deep blue skies, 42052|Out of the star-lit skies. 42052|The stranger's thoughts were slow, 42052|And his speech was slow, 42052|And a voice rose behind my back 42052|As a cry of an angel calling: 42052|"What are these thoughts that seem to me 42052|As dark as death, and as vast 42052|As the night, and as vainly 42052|As the vain sky? 42052|I think they are echoes 42052|Of the night-river, 42052|Of the hollow wind that sighs; 42052|And some other thing, but I know not-- 42052|But my heart's fears! 42052|"In the night before the sun 42052|Rises in his crown of light, 42052|The lights that burn in my heart, 42052|O, they echo far and wide, 42052|All about the sky, 42052|And all about the lights, 42052|In the night before the sun? 42052|O, I think they echo far and wide, 42052|As the stars echo far and wide 42052|Out of the deep blue heavens 42052|That are far and far away, 42052|And my heart echoes far and wide, 42052|But I know not whither nor how, 42052|And my soul echoes wild and woful, 42052|And my soul cries unheard, 42052|Out of the dark and the wind and the darkness, 42052|Through the stars that are silent, 42052|And the moon's pale beams, and the stars' shining." 42052|Then my soul did go her way, 42052|As the winds go their way, 42052|And I saw the white sails shine 42052|Like the white night shimmers 42052|In the darkening sea. 42052|And my soul went her way, 42052|As the waves went their way, 42052|And I heard the sea-wind moan, 42052|And ======================================== SAMPLE 3310 ======================================== 1381|And his eyes, more clear 1381|And mild, than the deep blue of the sky of winter, 1381|For the sun of his eyes are the eyes of a lover, 1381|And her smile, most like 1381|A rose that is petal by petal, 1381|Is the smile that his heart remembers. 1381|It is like the sweetest of music, 1381|Like the music of honey and dew; 1381|It is like the song that is honeycomb, 1381|And the song is a song of the sun. 1381|O sweetest of music, O most clear, 1381|Is the music of kisses and birth, 1381|And the sound is the music of love, 1381|And the song the song of an old time, 1381|Long ago, long ago, 1381|Long ago, 1381|Long ago! 1381|O soft is the music of love, 1381|And the sound is the music of youth, 1381|And the sound is a song that is young. 1381|It is like a song that is sweet, 1381|And it is like a song that we hear, 1381|And this is the sweetest song of all. 1381|The song! the song! the song! 1381|The young girl comes, the girl with eyes moist and blue, 1381|She came from the long and silent woodland paths, 1381|That lead by the river's sunny shore 1381|Into the green recesses of the rocks, 1381|That give the wood-nymphs sheltering-place; 1381|She came, and the woods are a-tremble, 1381|And the woods are a-shimmer with delight. 1381|O music of love is unnumber'd choirs, 1381|In the valleys, that love is consorting, 1381|And her voice, the music of rapture ascending, 1381|Is the high-born melody of youth; 1381|And the nightingale, that all the forest sings, 1381|Is the song of her love, which her youth renews. 1381|There is pleasure in song, but there is pain, 1381|And the pleasure a little uneasy, 1381|And the pain is the grief, the grief the dread, 1381|The song has a sweet sound which begins it: 1381|And the song is a music which is unbeguiled, 1381|And there is a sense of an uneasiness in that. 1381|I could sit in my place and sing you a strain, 1381|But with a mind unmindful of the strain, 1381|I wish you would leave my breast, and take wings; 1381|But as I have eyes to perceive, 1381|The soul, in seeing, has no thought in the mind. 1381|There are few emotions to-day, 1381|But the pure emotion of a love, 1381|That is not a pleasure but a loss, 1381|A loss which we must all bewail, 1381|If we would feel the real thing 1381|Which on the whole is a loss, 1381|A loss by which we are all doomed, 1381|If we would have the real thing. 1381|There is nothing so easy as pain 1381|If we are to be wise in its wielding, 1381|And, when 'tis the guide and guard of life, 1381|There 's nothing in Nature's breast 1381|But is a thing to cause us to live 1381|If we would have the real thing. 1381|To think how I have lived thus far, 1381|In the love of that young maiden, 1381|And how I have found her, in doing 1381|What was for my happiness her, 1381|But which she contrived to avoid; 1381|To notice what is in her view, 1381|With the hope that if this be all, 1381|She had not been the better half; - 1381|These are all the pleasures of life, 1381|And have their root in our meeting; 1381|These are all the feelings we get, 1381|When we gaze on things we have, and so 1381|Have something of our own nature; 1381|The love that from the dark of night 1381|Hath made the stars a ======================================== SAMPLE 3320 ======================================== 19221|She sits, a widow, 19221|And toiling at the loom; 19221|The children, three, beside her urn. 19221|She plies her task with no relish, 19221|Or amusement, I ween; 19221|Her heart with sorrow o'erfull 19221|Is laden presently; 19221|The children sit, and look on her, 19221|And gaze upon her face; 19221|Her heart is troubled, and all sights 19221|Of home and kindred seem to close 19221|From their own strange magic circle; 19221|And so the widow sit, and so 19221|Her heart becomes more heavy, 19221|So still it is, and strange it seems-- 19221|A widow sitting, on the loom. 19221|It was the day that all the world 19221|Might tremble into beauty; 19221|It was the day that all the world 19221|Might live in joy and bliss. 19221|A hundred eyes were on me-- 19221|All eyes that pitying pitying die; 19221|While o'er me on the other side 19221|The deep blue heaven, with all its might, 19221|Like some rich garment was expanding. 19221|It was the happy blessed day-- 19221|How could I wish it otherwise? 19221|How could the heart, so true and calm, 19221|Be pined with thoughts of such delight? 19221|The silver moon, so early rising, 19221|Hung now in silver piers, 19221|The river, wide and winding, 19221|Gleamed through the mellow sheen 19221|With many a sparkling drop; 19221|The bright sun, starting from the west, 19221|Now took his sickle away; 19221|The birds, triumphant now, avow 19221|Their all-too-hasty greet; 19221|And early through the golden corn 19221|The sun doth go his way; 19221|Till even the evening let it be 19221|And all the world is still. 19221|At dead of night the bells strike three; 19221|The clock is striking one; 19221|The watchman slowly rattles his knell; 19221|It is melodiously startle 19221|From the merry jingle of its bells, 19221|That so, like flakes of painted glass, 19221|Sparkle and gleam at audience rooms, 19221|And there the clocks wait still and toll 19221|Till audience, maid and suitor, maid 19221|And suitor, maid and suitor thrice 19221|Comes singing in, and thrice they sing, 19221|While clocks, and clocks, and clocks striking three, 19221|Knock softly in the outer court; 19221|And now the welcome hour comes on, 19221|The feast of kind, celestial haste, 19221|That brings the weary world to rest, 19221|With rest and quiet and repose. 19221|And by the light of half-remembered stars, 19221|And in each ancient gardens where we tread 19221|Dwelt of strange dreams, and ancient hopes, and so 19221|Of early friendship, and the old love-knot, 19221|I see the happy days before the war, 19221|The cheerful joyous days, when all things were still, 19221|The quiet joyous days, in which we met, 19221|And dwelt in quiet close together, 19221|As in a painted room and painted bed, 19221|And parted as by friendly kissing; 19221|And all the past, with all its grief and wrong, 19221|Was painted on my mind, like bubbles at play 19221|With smiles and laughter, and a light round the brow. 19221|It was the early days, and the first days indeed, 19221|When all was still that ever yet was heard or seen, 19221|When the young year was the same as the old, 19221|And there was nothing to say, and nothing to hear, 19221|But the still murmur of deep waters that stole 19221|In through the cracks in the painted door, and pass 19221|On through the broken galleries, and find rein 19221|With the painted walls, and sleep at last them all, 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 3330 ======================================== 30282|Þe{n}ne hys bale to take on hestes h{m}ȝed, 30282|He fylt{er}ly{n}g his hyȝe flote þat he wodeȝeȝ, 30282|& setteȝ hy{m} i{n} þe aþel w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne he{m} be-do{ur} & bryȝt, 30282|W{i}t{h} hyme þe wawe þat i{n} wauleȝ was w{i}t{h}-i{n}neȝ, 30282|& vch fauorce i{n} fylþe fu{n}t for-wroȝt, 30282|What fynal watȝ i{n} fau{n}ce bifore hym w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne? 30282|Vch a yȝe þe afer hit watȝ i{n} his woddeȝ; 30282|As þay ofte watȝ togeder of ȝifte & of þe loth, 30282|As þay of þe vnhappe watȝ þat þe to spare, 30282|“Why þat þ{o}u þ{o}u not ȝet a-mo stan wroȝt 30282|As I þer Ioye haue I hyȝe for to wyþe, 30282|& þe wyȝeȝ of wroþeȝ þ{o}u wroȝte loth; 30282|Of his wyrdeȝ-sost & his waghes he no maneȝ; 30282|My lyf ne my mynde þat neu{er} me stry{n}ne, 30282|Ne neu{er}ne ston i{n}-to þe su{n}ne, 30282|Þe{n} þat I þat ȝet al to my self I cry; 30282|Bot now þ{o}u my self am I swawte, 30282|& þay hatȝ my self w{i}t{h} þis mon þat I hatte, 30282|So þay haue þis hyȝe ho{us} nawauþ{er}.” 30282|Þe{n} hatȝ þe hyȝe{n}ne þat i{n} her mon me kest, 30282|Þat hatȝ þe hatches al I{e}n{h} a bale, 30282|When þ{o}u foryend haue þay for-ȝede vn-to þe stonde, 30282|“I am an olde man,” sayde þe{n}ne þe, 30282|“A princene of a p{ar}tyu{n}neȝ; 30282|Ou{er} a pypy{n}g þat my{n} hous is, 30282|“For þere hatȝ I gost to sele þe grete, 30282|Farre more hit me for-ȝete þe iame; 30282|If me neȝed no hatȝ hym þat moȝt neu{er}, 30282|Þ{us} alle þe same þat was my ho{us} p{ro}phete.” 30282|Þe{n}ne watȜ þe biȝest þat þe best aday, 30282|& þe{n}ne watȝ þe last bihinde, 30282|Þe{n} she þe{n} þe last alle owte ay [did] 30282|& eftely her þ{a}t she seȝ her leueȝ, 30282|Þe{n}ne watȝ on & on her her lyued; 30282|Þe god watȝ angelles vn-caught; 30282|Þe wyȝe wat� ======================================== SAMPLE 3340 ======================================== 1279|And we've been all sae lang to see the mear; 1279|We've been lang hame ere ony kirk was clear; 1279|And now ye're mair than lads that 've beenen coy! 1279|We've been tae, for tine o' the warl' war; 1279|We've been tae, for tine o' the warl'. 1279|We've been tae, for tine o' the warl' war; 1279|We've been tae, for tine o' the warl'. 1279|Now we hae fame, now we hae honour, 1279|Now we hae mair, now we hae none; 1279|And we're the lads that tak' the Kirk. 1279|But as fame blaws byin, let anither blaw; 1279|If Kirk or country we hae lost, 1279|We're mair or little but we're a' the right. 1279|We've been tae, for tine o' the warl' war; 1279|We've been tae, for tine o' the warl'. 1279|Tune--"The Bohea Boat." 1279|Tune--"The Bohea Boat." 1279|On the bank of Tay, a boisterous creek, 1279|Of monstrous dimensions ran a dam: 1279|A ditches bed profuse, and watchet traps, 1279|And dug-outs galore, and trenches deep. 1279|Here, to repair; a band of dragoons, 1279|In garments of distinction, to the teuch, 1279|Assembled, on the bank, to sharpen spears. 1279|A waggon row'd behind, before the steeds; 1279|Two gallant chariots, and a steed between. 1279|Then came the Lord Chief-MKV, with that sacred troop, 1279|Who stood and cried "My Lords, how now? 1279|And the Bohea Boat!" 1279|I'm bound to speak my mind; 1279|Yet there's a noble mind 1279|The Pope has made 1279|Who has not done him proud. 1279|That mind, I'm sure of one; 1279|He is the wisest man of all mankind. 1279|He's no false prophet and no liar alive, 1279|As he talks of the Bohea Boat, 1279|Which will make men run like sparrows in their courts, 1279|And is sure to raise a rouse. 1279|The Bohea Boat! 1279|And when the Bohea Boat 1279|I'll return again to my holy vows; 1279|The Bohea-boo! 1279|They have no eyes but theirs at trial, 1279|They have no brains but theirs before; 1279|The Pope is found to have lied, 1279|The Church is nothing but a school 1279|As I've before heard people say. 1279|And they may be right, I believe, 1279|For some of them are known 1279|To be thieves or rebels all their lives, 1279|As I've good reason to believe. 1279|They may have been, perchance, 1279|A gang of rascals, or for that a scoundrel crop; 1279|And this, at any rate, 1279|And the Bohea-bo! 1279|On such a theme I would not here refrain. 1279|I know not how it could be, 1279|For, you see, I'm not of your right, 1279|And if I'm permitted, I shall write another song. 1279|I would not be, if I could not do it; 1279|But, if the Bohea-bosom should come in, 1279|I have done with such a thing. 1279|I wish I were as sure as death is sweet, 1279|And that there's a thing of purest pearl in it, 1279|Wherein a man may breathe at will, 1279|And so live happy all his days, 1279|And never fear any danger: 1279|Or I would sail away on the ocean-high, 1279|To see if my boat can follow, 1279|And follow from the ocean away, 1279 ======================================== SAMPLE 3350 ======================================== 1287|Then with a frown 1287|That spake a bitter rebuke,-- 1287|Stood up and gazed at us, 1287|And coldly said, "Beware! 1287|Whoso dares give way to pride, 1287|Who thinks his strength is such as this!" 1287|Thus, to the table came he; 1287|And he put forth his hand in prayer, 1287|While thus spoke the man of Law, 1287|"I never yet believed 1287|"In my heart's strength so great 1287|"As mine arm does to-day. 1287|"This too I will tell thee, son! 1287|"The mighty force of law 1287|"Will never be brought to bear 1287|"Upon the world. Thou must be 1287|"The first and only man, 1287|"In whose strong heart, there's not a part 1287|"But strives to seize and hold 1287|"And use the manhood that thou possest!" 1287|"If ever, son, thou hadst wist: 1287|"That by this law the man 1287|"Is ever and ever in peril, 1287|"Then by this law's command 1287|"Wouldst thou not be at one! 1287|"As thou, thou cannot the law 1287|"By, by thee will not be taught. 1287|"There are the man's whom, through you, 1287|"By this law's necessity 1287|"Were bound forevermore!" 1287|Thence for a thousand years,-- 1287|As long as any soul 1287|Hath been a child of God's,-- 1287|Hath it been told and held by me 1287|That the law is with the man? 1287|Thou shalt not learn of it, 1287|Neither shalt it ever know! 1287|In vain my hands I grasp it, 1287|In vain my soul I bind it 1287|To these hateful bonds! 1287|If in truth aught of good 1287|I have done by it, 1287|To my last hour of life 1287|No joy it may impart! 1287|And from every human eye 1287|The dreadful knowledge falls 1287|That,--since ever this law 1287|Was framed, no good can enter it! 1287|I think, my Son and Father, 1287|There is in every one 1287|A way to gain His life, 1287|Yet what that way may be, 1287|Thou canst not learn the thing. 1287|Then the man who inly seeks 1287|Goodness to attain, 1287|Must, for every earthly joy, 1287|Upon His life depend! 1287|My heart, since I the world possess, 1287|And, for Myself, an endless boon, 1287|In the name of the great High Priest 1287|Would fain possess. 1287|What will be my joy and woe 1287|If it be all in vain? 1287|And, not yet well pleased with it, I turn 1287|And turn again. 1287|But, if with this good I fail, 1287|I, though in wretched plight, 1287|Shall soon be made a saint, I ween;-- 1287|At Heaven's right hand, 1287|When, with my sins all closed and closed, 1287|I shall meet with Me! 12413|_All rights reserved, including that of translation to foreign 12413|instructions to begin at the fire-place_. 12413|_There is an old tradition in Scotland 12413|That once the fair Elfin was wed 12413|With the black Dragon, whose head was white; 12413|Which was afterwards the fair Queen's mare. 12413|Her sister they call Astrid, 12413|And for that reason, when she grew old, 12413|She would often say 'All elfin' here!' 12413|Her mother made it a rule, 12413|That as soon as her cheeks might be seen, 12413|The Black Dragon's head should be turn'd white. 12413|The fair Elfin was young, and full of life, 12413|And as she went forth to meet the summer, 12413|Her mother ======================================== SAMPLE 3360 ======================================== 17270|At hame on the morrow. 17270|To my youth I my service would not forsake, 17270|Nor old age my comfort. 17270|But thou should'st die and a new meek maiden should 17270|Be bred for to thee: 17270|For none but one thou ever shalt find fit 17270|To be thy wedded wife.] 17270|My love is old and I want her no more, 17270|I would to heaven to have her no more. 17270|Come to the wedding, ye who enter this hall, 17270|Be present at all her bewitching acts; 17270|And let the sweete, which I did sing, be sung 17270|By every man in the company. Amen. 17270|Then spake my noble lover, fair Sir Amiel: 17270|This is a night of sorrows, and great joyes, 17270|My haughty mistress is dead, saith I: 17270|With her, my dearest, I had spent my time, 17270|Had not my Lord, my Saviour, prevaileth 17270|To save me from so dire a death as this; 17270|For she was fairest of womankind to me, 17270|And my chiefest treasure.--Gramercy! 17270|But this said I, with my heart's delights, 17270|Doth my dearest dame lying in your hands 17270|From destruction to land in worth bereav'd, 17270|By you, my dearest Father, she did taste, 17270|Which made her your fairest woman ever seen: 17270|And therefore I do make this solemn vow, 17270|That though my dearest son should to us be 17270|All other estates, I'll still in your hand 17270|My fairest wife, Lord Gander, with a view 17270|To redeeme you in full measure, minding 17270|The same with constant wifely service, 17270|And being, as I do think, a noble son, 17270|And a man worthy of his grandsire's love.-- 17270|Be this my motto,--if good things be 17270|Of no avail to deliver us, 17270|We shall recover by and by 17270|Our erring selves, our bodies too, 17270|From our erring deare selves being lost. 17270|Then arose the Lord Mayor, and he said: 17270|She is now restored, and well may now 17270|She be my Lady,--I do believe 17270|Her love is such, it shall not be denied: 17270|Let all this undone be, and this 17270|In the realm of Erickes is the will. 17270|When he was gone to the house, where he 17270|To bed was gone, there my Lord Mayor bade 17270|That we should take a mason, that would fall 17270|Beside the chimney, and we should have cause 17270|For all this slander and false calumnies. 17270|We went, and with him as we went, 17270|We heard on every hand 17270|That the King's Bride was in hell, 17270|And that the Queen was in bliss; 17270|That the King was the source of love, 17270|That the Queen was the fount thereof, 17270|That from the King the law doth follow, 17270|That the King is eternal bliss: 17270|The Law, whereby all other creatures, 17270|Worthy, just, and true, can abide 17270|Among themselves, and are exempt 17270|From guilt, and are exalted above 17270|Men in this life; but in the next 17270|Will be sapped by a false accuser. 17270|Now, what a great ditty were this! 17270|Wee Farmer, thou canst dresse a bramble sweete 17270|To make a good cheese, and nothing neede, 17270|And eke that thou wottest me a slice, 17270|Thou hast the best cheese of them that live 17270|So thou canst make thyself a most good cheese, 17270|For thou hast the finest sheep-hook in the lande. 17270|A good knife then, and a stich to stich 17270|Her teeth from rotten toewes 17270| ======================================== SAMPLE 3370 ======================================== 1365|The king was sitting, and the king, the king, sat at arm's length, 1365|Pressed to the side. 1365|And here they sat, 1365|One sitting, and one standing; 1365|He who was sleeping, and him who was awake. 1365|And, from his rags, and from his eyes, 1365|And from his face, and mouth and chin, 1365|Gather'd up a motley, and made it a robe. 1365|And he wrapped the robe round him, 1365|Over his head, and round his neck; 1365|Then, all unwillingly, he flung it away. 1365|And he tied up his breeches, 1365|And made them tight, and fastened them underneath his vest; 1365|Then away he stepped, and on his nimble feet stept, 1365|And put on the glove, and went to buy a purse; 1365|And while he was in the market of St. James, 1365|The lady Mary, she who sat by the bedside, 1365|Moved out to the chamber, and she went to the cupboard, 1365|And in a hurry her household things were taken; 1365|She put on the locket, the dirk and the quiver; 1365|She put on the hat, and she put on the gloves. 1365|She took out the purse of gold, 1365|And added it to the sum of five pounds nine shillings; 1365|But why did her heart, which was so much inclined 1365|To rejoice with all its members, break 1365|With a love so eager and so strong? 1365|'T was a moment of the greatest joy! 1365|"Well said! well said!" The king exclaimed with delight, 1365|As he saw the purse of gold. 1365|He said, 'tis the handiwork of the good Saint Hubert!" 1365|The lady Mary bowed her brow. 1365|"I thank thee, my good Lord Mayor, 1365|Thou art the true and ever faithful King; 1365|In this thou hast my hopes, and my fears, and my fears, 1365|And now my life is spared me." 1365|At the last word the King exclaimed with pleasure, 1365|"Let the maids in the convent rejoice! 1365|For the life of Saint Benedict 1365|Is not a thought to be quenched like a thorn, 1365|Nor yet a tree in the forest to be felled. 1365|"And if this woman will but die in his arms, 1365|He is the same, who with the saints was crucified, 1365|And died without his regrets, without contrite soul; 1365|But let him die with no scar on his face, 1365|And no loss on his neck,--no loss on his hand; 1365|Thus will we be crucified beneath his hand; 1365|For the life of Saint Benedict 1365|Is not yet to begin." 1365|The lady Mary had no sooner resigned, 1365|The mantle she was weaving, 1365|Leaning upon her two white feet, 1365|To climb the staircase, 1365|Than a voice was heard that said, 1365|In the air that in the chamber lay, 1365|"What ails thee, Mary?" 1365|She turned upon her ear, 1365|Her eyes were pleading, 1365|They asked, "What ails thee?" 1365|And all of her bosom felt 1365|And spake with her, a child. 1365|"I am on pins and needles, 1365|I am sick and very weak; 1365|Help me, O help!" she cried, 1365|And with her hands she grasped. 1365|The King said, "What will you do?" 1365|He said, "Take the purse, Mary; 1365|I shall send for Doctor Foster, 1365|And will deliver it to him 1365|Should you refuse, and say 'No,' 1365|I will put you to death;" 1365|And the lady raised her eyes, 1365|And cried, "I will not die." 1365|The Doctor was about to enter, 1365|When suddenly a rustle, and, 1365|A murmuring and a sound ======================================== SAMPLE 3380 ======================================== 16059|de infancro infancia de la gloria, 16059|de que la mar hacia una vez primera, 16059|es atento su esta rica, el deseo 16059|y otro amoroso de las rudes revolución. 16059|Estorquése el deseo, la vez primera, 16059|el día de esta vitoria y la tierra. 16059|¡Oh venga el deseo, cielo que el agua alegre, 16059|cuando de la ventana y de las espumas estratur! 16059|Todito escargo y también, 16059|Y luego de amor la vengado, 16059|Y puede me dibujarse que se aprendida 16059|En vano por la vengada el pecho 16059|Ese vengades de ajas del ave. 16059|¡Oh vengaste escogidor la muerte, 16059|¡Oh vengaste en vano, vengaste, en río! 16059|¡Espado, espantado, espantado; 16059|¡Oh vengaste es faz del quebrado, 16059|¡Oh vengaste es faz del quebrado! 16059|¡Ves lo dulces y diós alientan, 16059|Y á una vez poco raro cielo, 16059|Con un poco de pasar el cabello 16059|Torpe, luz, reposado, cubre, comido 16059|¡Ves lo dulces y diós alientan! 16059|¡Ves lo diós, porque en la altura 16059|Y con poco río más amigo 16059|Vienen soñajade del toro, 16059|Con voz más alegre y con voz amado 16059|Torpe, luz, reposado, cubre, comido; 16059|Porque yo oído, o yo no se manda. 16059|Despero ojuelos. 16059|¡Oh pasión de mi vida 16059|Que tu esos carias verdaderon, 16059|Ó si es en tanto sea noche, ni es 16059|No turbar ríe de mi oído 16059|Vuestra una vez despertará; 16059|Y mi esposa falso 16059|Y otro poco se lleva 16059|Y dar tan libertad: ó pues, 16059|Aunque de mi pasión se muestre, 16059|¡Dichosa pasión la voluntad! 16059|¡Al ciudad de las regicas 16059|La fe, seán, que en torno á su ausencia 16059|La verdad de su raza, 16059|¡Ay, cada cualquiera! 16059|¡Al cielo de las altivas 16059|La fe, seán, aunque serena llega 16059|Á las cumbres al sol, ni es tan 16059|No se acerca el mío 16059|De mi frente de pobre ciudad! 16059|¡Los alas del cielo de mi oído! 16059|¡La rueda, que también al alma mía 16059|Por el santo de su patria y del pecho 16059|¡La noche, que al sol futurosel, 16059|Hacen de amistad: á la hielo 16059|Ni es poco padece, y mi patria mía 16059|Es el patria más hermosa, 16059|Ni ata la ausencia muy grima, 16059|Ni más humilde y mi puerta mía. 16059|¡Pero el cielo, cuando se llega 16059|Que sus prados de mi ala llama 16059|Y ======================================== SAMPLE 3390 ======================================== 19221|She's not a prude, I hope,' the noble swain replied; 19221|'Now in a state like this we need not fear a storm: 19221|'If e'er she marry we'll see that very day; 19221|But let her try her luck on other barmaids, 19221|It seems to me she ought to be ashamed of _me_.' 19221|'So, sir,' quo' the other, 'keep a low mouth, 19221|And since we must be discreet, why don't you hear 19221|How it is with the barmaids, I would think; 19221|They all have their purposes, and we may try 19221|Some other schemes, before we try this trade. 19221|'If this is the only way you intend 19221|To please the public, then go make yourself a king, 19221|And I would not have you, sir, for ever dwell 19221|In this undeserving folk--just see the blow! 19221|When you aspire to rule, you might try to hide 19221|Your guilty sin by swearing sometimes at home, 19221|But you'd soon find that you had lost all patience, 19221|Being much too prone to cross your nose with impunity. 19221|'It makes you seem so foolish, sir,' quo' the swain; 19221|'But still for conscience'--here the other grinned-- 19221|'You are a swine--now give up psalms with impunity; 19221|But you can always make out in the wood by the snare 19221|When that wicked fellow swears in a churchyard way-- 19221|You'd think the other fellow wouldn't be able to swear, 19221|For the smell of the wood, and the noise of the water rouse!' 19221|So, with face hid the other stood aghast, 19221|And back the other leaped out like a man that's led, 19221|While the good knight stood with folded hands and parted 19221|His beard that seemed as frozen as a log; 19221|Yet he continued to swear on the spot, 19221|As if it were a sacrament and fit 19221|To make the water jump into the dew 19221|And the salt water splash on his face, 19221|Like a salt rush in a deep watery well. 19221|'I could swear just as long as I was able 19221|To keep my beard after shaving,' said he, 19221|'But now I'm afraid I may have lost my wits, 19221|For it's run up against Sir Thomas the Third, 19221|And all I know is that he is not at home.' 19221|'You can swear just as long,' said the courtier, 19221|'But what is the use of swearing when you're afraid 19221|Of being shot in the side, or robbed of a buck?' 19221|'Of course, of course,' said the barber, whose nose 19221|Was quite a perfect match for his cloak's hue. 19221|'And then the pistols! Oh, my dear barber, 19221|Are you so sure that you can tell them apart? 19221|'No; I've had mine fired, but, Lord help me! not 19221|Could't tell them apart:--it was a poor boy 19221|That died that night; and the pistol that fired 19221|Was myself, my poor boy; and the fellow that fired 19221|Was a young man I knew; so he must have fired 19221|My poor precious boy, too, into the crowd, 19221|For it came down, by the bye, to a butcher's boy, 19221|And not a butcher in the whole of the town. 19221|'A butcher's boy, and not a butcher, sir-- 19221|'And why can't these two be together?' 19221|The barber glanced at his pipe, and quoth he-- 19221|'Well, that's a curious case of half-cut head; 19221|But it's a curious sort of case of half-cheek; 19221|And the sort of thing that's going to make you mad, 19221|And put a halt to the pleasures of the week 19221|All put together, and end in a spiel 19221|At the end of the week. And it's all the same 19221|To the fact that the ======================================== SAMPLE 3400 ======================================== 2491|As if he knew her love and longing. 2491|He thought--not knowing that it thrilled him-- 2491|A woman's love could never be hid 2491|E'en from himself; his whole being yearned 2491|For something greater than himself, and yearned 2491|A woman to himself, and so he made 2491|A vow to his heart, even as a monk doth 2491|A secret he would not tell to men; 2491|And for that vow he called his lady friend, 2491|And prayed her to draw nigh a moment more, 2491|And kiss his hand, and tell him how she loved him. 2491|It was a foolish thing, that saying, 2491|The woman's heart within her body, 2491|To one who did not know what love was. 2491|And yet it was she knew, and knew it well, 2491|For in her heart was hid the secret that lay 2491|'Neath that sad lips, and only she could hear 2491|The sound of the woman's own heart's beating, 2491|The faintest tremors of a smile that glowed 2491|Upon her cheek as the morning break, 2491|A faint tremble that her soul could not miss,-- 2491|That smile she had sworn would never fade. 2491|'Tis all the world to me, 2491|For I am only poor and true; 2491|There is not much to do or see, 2491|Save what my eyes may see. 2491|To be--in this world full of strife-- 2491|To do and to endure, 2491|That is my dream's reward. 2491|For I am only poor and true, 2491|And all the world may give, 2491|And all the life we have to live 2491|For its own sake. 2491|What is this life that I am part 2491|Of, that men call life, 2491|Is only a long, long dream 2491|And I myself am rich. 2491|Though I may have as rich a shore 2491|And as fair a sea, 2491|Yet I know no shore or sea, 2491|No shore or shore may be. 2491|When I am dead, no one can say 2491|Who is the master, 2491|And all the world, all, all can say, 2491|Can die and be happy." 2491|He shook his head and his face, 2491|And his soul was afraid; 2491|"For who can say what may betide 2491|Yet shall say it, and say it true; 2491|What he hears, it shall surely be, 2491|And what he feels, shall be well known too. 2491|It shall be known to the end of time, 2491|That each one of us hath a soul 2491|That he may live by in love or hate, 2491|And be, all alone and lone, 2491|In that world that is ever his own. 2491|Not a moment but each one treads 2491|His own path when he lives this night; 2491|And every day and every hour 2491|It shall be the master and lord 2491|And master of all his thoughts to the end of his life." 2491|He turned and walked the court through; 2491|Then turned the chamber door; 2491|And with a voice that echoed faintly, 2491|He answered, and so said, 2491|"But why would you make me live alone, 2491|And hide myself from every soul in the sun 2491|Who seek for me from day to day?" 2491|He turned again, and the sun's face 2491|Was mirrored in the hall; 2491|And in that place where the rays shone clear, 2491|He hid himself from day's light. 2491|And so he watched a night again 2491|A night which none could see 2491|When he turned the sun's face as if he 2491|Were standing, as if hid, 2491|From the eyes that in the chamber stared. 2491|It was a dream for which he searched and pined; 2491|No shadow on the night-wind crept, 2491|But only the sun's face, that glittered bright 2491|As if the body ======================================== SAMPLE 3410 ======================================== 12286|Or what a poet, or an amateur, 12286|Can make of him. 12286|As well he knew those little men as any 12286|Who once in a garden sat and talked: 12286|But as for that fair little folk, 12286|They never were seen alive till last year, and he 12286|Had never yet seen them. 12286|"Oh! there they were all the spring 12286|Till an old man, whose name was Horneck, 12286|He saw them running past the mills, 12286|So Horneck cried out, and they came straight at him,-- 12286|And he missed his aim, and went in for the death. 12286|But in an instant the little fellow 12286|Was at the side of a great good man, 12286|With a cap of draw-string red, 12286|And a cap of Lincoln green, 12286|And a cap of every band,-- 12286|And he asked him--'Who made this cap? 12286|What colour are those two striped bands?' 12286|The good old man replied, 'My dear Horneck, 12286|I made it myself.' 12286|'I see your cap,' said the little man, 12286|'Is it made of Lincoln green?' 12286|'Made it myself, my friend.' 12286|His friend then said, 'Come, give it me,-- 12286|Don't ask questions, my dear Horneck, 12286|I feel very cross, I suppose, 12286|When young men wear ill-made caps. 12286|And they're not, Horneck, made of Lincoln green-- 12286|They're made of old wives' yarn; 12286|So take it clean away, my dear Horneck, 12286|And let me see you wash it in the stream. 12286|'And here's a cap of draw---------- 12286|What is it, my dear Horneck, you wear 12286|Every day you go a-fishing? 12286|Is it made of Lincoln or some cap 12286|Made by my poor draw---------brigadier?' 12286|'Oh!' said the good old man, 12286|'You'll see it wear at break of day, 12286|But not at dinner-time, my Horneck: 12286|For till _you bring me back your Lincoln green cap_, 12286|You'll wear but old-fashioned Lincoln green. 12286|'I love it! I love it!' 12286|And all the while the cap was hanging 12286|(His poor old eyes it was hanging on) 12286|'And your old style, my Horneck,-- 12286|I'd give my top hat to have some Lincoln 12286|In it, if I could see it come down.' 12286|'Then I'll let it hang, my Horneck, 12286|It's not quite the style as you would give it-- 12286|Old-fashioned, old-fashioned!--now hang it; 12286|But your old style, my Horneck.' 12286|The little man had now grown up at last, 12286|After him the other children followed with 12286|The cry of 'Mother!' hoarse and frequent, 12286|His mother stood before them, and she made 12286|To say good bye; but they told her no, 12286|So that her arms she shut on her breast, 12286|And turned away; then to her children said, 12286|'Let me sit within the doorway--Mother, 12286|I can't leave you without the stair.' 12286|Away they went in the mother's pride. 12286|Of all unhappy women we've none, 12286|But she could make a worsted thread lace hat 12286|To cover up the eyes of old Horneck, 12286|When she should go away from home. 12286|Away they went from home, and out of sight, 12286|And down the steepest hill the house they passed, 12286|And soon had they reached a woodland brake, 12286|An easy walk for them to take. 12286|And now the mother, in her eager haste, 12286|Had brought up her oldest child alone,-- 12286|'What ails you, what makes you, mother?' he cried. 12286 ======================================== SAMPLE 3420 ======================================== 27885|A little thing like me, 27885|You're a lovely thing 27885|With that little twinkling tail. 27885|I don't think I'll ever get 27885|To buy a collar for you, 27885|You're so tiny, you're so sweet, 27885|I'm sure I'll wear your tail 27885|The whole of my life long! 27885|"Why don't you tell me the name of your bird?" 27885|The little grey goose that listened on the wing, 27885|"I cannot name it that is very far away, 27885|The waters of Sarajevo are white and deep, 27885|The red-breast is living on the mountain side, 27885|And that little grey goose is resting on the nest. 27885|"I wonder where it is and what it is about, 27885|I have never met it in the fields or meadows green, 27885|But there it goes, and then it comes again, what is it?" 27885|Ah, little grey goose, when the sun sinks low, 27885|Your song awakes me! 27885|"Where are the hills and the mountains of yours with snow on them?" 27885|The little grey-winged herons sail by on the wing; 27885|The little grey goose and grey-winging thrush are there, 27885|And that little grey-winged heron is cooing in tune. 27885|"I wonder if it is my mate at the winter's moon. 27885|I have never heard it spoken or said so loud, 27885|No, for it cannot be, when the moon has got a glare, 27885|I cannot answer him there!" 27885|"I know that there are the hills and the mountains of yours; 27885|But I must go, for the sun is low and far away, 27885|And I cannot answer him when the hills and clouds are white." 27885|Ah, little grey-wing on the wing, how you flutter-- 27885|I can give you no answer, but turn back to the plain! 27885|The little grey-winged herons flock by the stream, 27885|Over the snow they come and disappear; 27885|The little grey-winged herons flutter and disappear; 27885|The little grey-winged heron sobs on the nest's wood edge. 27885|"And is't true," I said to myself, with weary and care, 27885|"I know that the hills and the mountains are gone away; 27885|But can it be that the little grey goose will return? 27885|The little grey heron has fled. 27885|Oh, what shall I do? 27885|I cannot answer for my own feathers; but I know 27885|It may be he flies there in his flight. 27885|"For I know no day so cold and dreary-- 27885|But I know he is coming when the day is done; 27885|And it may be that he has seen the little grey goose 27885|Go out to pasture once again!" 27885|"Ah! do not weep, little grey goose, 27885|You cannot name that dear little grey one so; 27885|The old bird is far away, 27885|The young one is waiting to be born!" 27885|"I know not how this is to be, 27885|And it shall surely be when I am dead, 27885|For the sun and I are wedded, and the stars shine out!" 27885|Then I will try to tell you, to my cost! 27885|How a little old man may teach a little one 27885|To speak and walk and laugh, in spite of pain. 27885|To be a little old person. 27885|There is a little old man in America, 27885|Crowned and rich, he is, as is most of his class. 27885|The little old man in America, 27885|Takes the oath of office with a solemn look: 27885|"I, the little old man of Providence, 27885|Am come to take the charge of this great nation-- 27885|To shepherd its cause on earth, and to rear 27885|Its pyre-fires in the sky. 27885|"I am not a man of lofty birth, 27885|Or my father's house is called the most royal, 27885| ======================================== SAMPLE 3430 ======================================== 36954|And the little white thing on the pillow, 36954|Who knows what she may have seen and done! 36954|But this, of course, is the only way; 36954|Not by asking at the schoolhouse door, 36954|In a hurry to learn the language, 36954|But by coming at it calmly on 36954|Through the long, long days of school-education. 36954|If, somehow, you've an easy walk, 36954|A nice place to put your hand, 36954|A home where you can live and eat, 36954|Why stop you there? 36954|Why not stay and do the things 36954|You've learned at school? 36954|Why not stand so much in the sun, 36954|In the trees, in the rain? 36954|Why not, where good things must be, 36954|Stray on about the world, 36954|Glad of all that's fair to see, 36954|And glad of all that's bad? 36954|Why not be glad of _all_, by and by? 36954|_Why not be glad of this, and other things,_ 36954|The very very thing you had in mind, 36954|I've often wondered: for the one thing 36954|You seldom, if you can, mention to me; 36954|I find it so impossible to guess, 36954|It has been growing on me day by day, 36954|And I'm glad if it's not in the right. 36954|Now I tell you if aught can possibly touch 36954|My heart, it is you. I can't tell you how 36954|You come and make the long, long walk from home, 36954|And make my room so warm and bright and wide; 36954|But, when the light is dim with dew, or you 36954|Lonely at night--with face so sad and wan-- 36954|When there is nobody in the room, and you 36954|Are left in the dark, to watch the snow, 36954|And watch the white white flakes of snowfall flake, 36954|I am glad. I'd like to give myself up 36954|To nothing at all but loving you. 36954|For I have always been so ready to love you. 36954|I can believe I'd kill a mouse or two 36954|To meet your eyes again, and know you there, 36954|The very same dear eyes that, after school, 36954|I loved to see--the eyes I never more 36954|Will see, for I am glad to be away 36954|From school at last, and happy to forget. 36954|But, no, dear heart, if you were still in school 36954|To give me back those dear, familiar eyes, 36954|I'd give not even that, my own dearly paid 36954|And faithful darling eyes, for only then 36954|A happy man you'd be to me, in heaven. 36954|You are not always happy; some things turn 36954|Frightful and hard to bear when you are sad, 36954|And you can never really be happy, 36954|Unless you try to be. 36954|I'm sure I'm not alone in that conviction; 36954|If that is all the answer you can find, 36954|You'll want to hear a thing or two more from me; 36954|So if I'm wrong, ask Heaven that it try. 36954|I wonder how it happens? What's the answer? 36954|Who knows? Do tell me, oh! why don't men 36954|Who love a girl and make a promise hold 36954|To hold their hands a little more? 36954|But then, she's the one 36954|Who's just a simple girl 36954|Who is so much loved by us 36954|She has a splendid name. 36954|Who has a lovely home full of good spirits, no doubt? 36954|She had a home in that old house once,--but in a different place. 36954|It is not the same, I really think; and I can't say 36954|It isn't odd, perhaps; but it's only a trifle strange 36954|To me, as I have said. 36954|And this, it looks, 36954|I think, to me, 36954|Is really the first ======================================== SAMPLE 3440 ======================================== 1719|Then the great man rose to his horse, and rode forth to the war 1719|From the castle of Worms, and there he stood beside the 1719|battlements of the White Horse, watching till the tide should drive 1719|Horses and men, for all things, one from another had made 1719|fate, and he saw the White Horse close at the castle wall. 1719|And the King he knew by his own eyes--the King he knew by his 1719|ear. 1719|But he spake to God in prayer, and the voice of God was saying, 1719|"The King of kings, be thou my guide and guide, 1719|For his house is fallen and his kingdom lies in the hands 1719|of man! 1719|He hath left a strong castle in a wise land under a bright sky, 1719|And I fear for the world and for the kingdoms that lie in his days. 1719|And yet, though God cry to me, lead me home, guide me home, 1719|I cannot see what he will do, and so I cannot choose, 1719|I fain would be true and fight the enemies of God." 1719|He sat beneath the lindens in the castle yard, and over all, 1719|The high and open windows shining as the day; 1719|And the great wall, a black wall, and one foot in the grave, 1719|Yet there was a grace in the castle that was glad to lie. 1719|And a man might love the castle of King Arthur 1719|For it might be a house, a little house within reach, 1719|With a lawn well mown in the spring and a rose when the season was 1719|The great knight, king Arthur, the King of kings, 1719|Came riding down like a man who has found God. 1719|He came riding down to the war from Camelot, 1719|To the war from the battle that was there at Worms, 1719|And he called the knights of the King to the Council of the White Horse, 1719|And he saw a light in the darkness and thought, "We are all at rest, 1719|Here is a land that abides, though we might not be there. 1719|"Here is a shield and so many a sword, but now God speaketh, 1719|For out of the castle all this joy is given to a few; 1719|Only a little thing lies under the linden twined on the walls, 1719|There is a King whom no man knoweth and woe stands unmade between 1719|And the king rode back with his knights to the tower of glass, 1719|To the tower of glass, to the tower of the sun at sunset, 1719|To the tower of the fire and the light that burns down the west. 1719|"For there is no place like home, and the voice of it in my heart 1719|Tells not for whom my feet are bound, and yet the way is well 1719|For I have seen the face of friends, and I have known their faces, 1719|But I have never seen them face to face, and now, O my King, 1719|I know them all for one man alone in one place, 1719|"A place where the wind comes, and the voice whispers, 1719|But I have never heard the nightingale at close of day, 1719|And I am ready for death to stand on the road to the grave, 1719|If God have given me death to be one day one with God, 1719|And I shall be true and fight the enemies of my race. 1719|"And my life shall be nothing and my blood shall be low, 1719|And every man shall give a gift to me, a stone and a sword, 1719|And if he dare, I shall not swerve, the sword will not fail." 1719|And the white horse came thundering down upon the crowd 1719|With the cry of the king's white horse, and men looked up 1719|Shrieking at the horses as the horsemen passed: 1719|"The King may send and send not," they said. "For your father 1719|Called the old knights at the Council of the White Horse, 1719|And the old men from all King Arthur's lands. 1719|"And he cried, 'Hither, hither, hither,' 1719|"And ======================================== SAMPLE 3450 ======================================== 3468|Till they reach the sea and see its foam 3468|Foaming and foaming. 3468|Then with the light of dawned day, 3468|Towards the west the sun did rise, 3468|And the winds howled till they blew 3468|Blind water to the sky. 3468|Swiftly went the ship and swift-- 3468|As the days grew long and fainter 3468|The night fell; a great ship's blast 3468|Bore the gray waters away. 3468|No help! the ship was lost to help. 3468|In vain the sailors prayed, 3468|And the ship lay there alone 3468|While they sought at last a shore. 3468|A sound of the sea came low. 3468|The sailors at the mast-head 3468|Cried out with eyes on fire, 3468|"O it is there, indeed! 3468|Here let us live and die!" 3468|Then in they went from land; 3468|And their men beside them saw 3468|The ship in the waves foam-crested 3468|Like a flower blown down to earth. 3468|When the sun sank to the deeps 3468|Of the east a little ship 3468|Rose up from the sea, bright 3468|Through the dim west unfold. 3468|A ship of gold and black, 3468|And the sea was dark around. 3468|"O where is the ship now?" 3468|Saith one at the mast-head. 3468|"We brought her up from the deep, 3468|And set her on a rock! 3468|And the ship is gone from sight!" 3468|When the night descended 3468|On the shore the sailors sat 3468|And heard the waves rise and fall. 3468|"O we are lost!" cried one, 3468|"There is nothing here! 3468|Is not our ship gone down the sea?" 3468|"Nor is there much to fear: 3468|The sea is dark and deep, 3468|And there is not a light to see." 3468|Out of the sea a cloud 3468|Falls and a ship may yet be found. 3468|"Farewell, shipmate! all in God's name! 3468|Farewell, ship! it is we!" 3468|"Yea and further, sailor-maid, 3468|Ye shall never find her, 3468|And all about the sea there is not a stone 3468|To link our drowned crew with thee." 3468|When our ship was gone we had nought to show, 3468|Nothing, save a bare hilltop in God's sight; 3468|For what had we to do with her save her, 3468|When all our prayers and weeping were vain? 3468|A rock! a rock! A rock! it seems to say, 3468|"O my feet, with me is nothing good!" 3468|And what made that stone to make us glad? 3468|What made that rock to make us glad? 3468|Though we be dead and with no shrouds 3468|That the waters we were drowned in-- 3468|The sea was not one of them-- 3468|We were glad, for we stood together there! 3468|The day was long; the light was dim; 3468|They set a stone upon my heart 3468|In the darkness in my room. 3468|"Now give me tears," said my child, 3468|"For I shall never rise and see 3468|In England all her sailors come, 3468|The land, and the sea, and the sky, 3468|And the sun be glad again!" 3468|Now that the night had brought relief, 3468|I made my children weep no more 3468|When I looked for my wife afar. 3468|"I will kneel down at thy feet, 3468|The very dear one that drew 3468|My heart from me ere I was dead. 3468|I will have no more time now 3468|To fret me in the darkness 3468|With any other thought, 3468|But pray and be content 3468|In that dear land of God." 3468|He knelt down on his knees and 3468|He prayed without rebuke: ======================================== SAMPLE 3460 ======================================== 1719|There was a sound of laughter and a sound of weeping 1719|On the sea-waves, 1719|And the voices of souls under earth, and their white flocks 1719|Under the sky, 1719|And he raised the cedar up, and he spoke, "There is sorrow, 1719|But not death as yet for me." 1719|And the cedar swung and rocked and rocked and rocked like a sconce 1719|In the wind, 1719|And the little leaves fluttered and tossed and were tossed, 1719|He was as the wind. 1719|But where the white wings fluttered, where the dark wings swung-- 1719|There he lay and heard the sea-bird laugh as it laughed along, 1719|And the sun looked out as the sun looked out of his hand 1719|Where the great green tree-tops were, and the grass and the sea; 1719|And he laughed like that, and he heard the wind blow, and he heard 1719|The sea-bird singing, and the sea-bird laughing, and the wind 1719|Crying like the wind, and the tree-tops crying out and over 1719|To the sky, 1719|And under the tree-tops shouting, while the great leaves flickered, 1719|To the sea, 1719|And under the tree-tops shouting, while the great leaves flickered, 1719|In the evening as he lay and watched the night pass, 1719|In the evening hour when all is over, there was not one 1719|One word of any more from him, and the wind came and went 1719|All the while he slept. 1719|"Not yet," said the sea. 1719|And there he lay and watched the night pass, while day came. 1719|"Not yet," said the night. 1719|The sea came in to land on the shining sands of the sea, 1719|And the stars came out of the sky in a white flame of stars of light 1719|And the sea-birds flew into the sky like the wind from the land, 1719|With its long light wings and their naked arms, and their throats 1719|Rising white and round as the sea-shells in a wind-filled world. 1719|And one went up on the sands, and one went down in the sea: 1719|And their voices were as wind and fire on the sands of the sea. 1719|Out of their hands and out of their eyes and out of their faces, 1719|Shrill as the battle-cry of their countrymen--a cry of spite, 1719|A cry of a thousand years that shook the shivering worlds, 1719|A cry of scorn and scorn that mocked the old Earth through, 1719|And the pale grey eyes of death, and mocked, all mocking and scorn. 1719|And still they went up and down, and still they held their peace; 1719|But never they came down from the heights where the high land lies. 1719|And never they came down from the heights where the high lands are tall, 1719|So all night did the great King speak on his secret strings 1719|To the King on the Throne of England by the sacred voice of his God. 1719|Singing a word he did not know by the holy angel's words, 1719|Till death with the sea lay heavy on him, and the tide was wide, 1719|And at last the night's end, when the far cry of the sea and land 1719|Passed over the blue islands in the wind and the grey islands in the sky. 1719|By the great high-way of the sea, and the green-dark green sea of the sea. 1719|With three times the tide of the day and thrice as many hours. 1719|We, children, that are all grown up and leave school, 1719|We dance with the light wind, and we work with the reeds, 1719|We follow the stream on its path in summer and weather, 1719|What will you do when I am dead to you and far away? 1719|I will make you little nests on the eaves of the high trees, 1719|And with yellow wings will let you sail above the sea. 1719|You will sing songs in the golden air of summer, 1719|But I will hold your words and hold your words to you now. 1719|I shall hear like a father the low ======================================== SAMPLE 3470 ======================================== 37752|And all the day he had a dream 37752|That she wasn't fair to see. 37752|But he went in, she never returned, 37752|And he said all that he could; 37752|He begged for a kiss, he begged for a word, 37752|But she turned right away. 37752|He went wandering through the city streets-- 37752|She would not give a single word; 37752|'Twas bitter cold in the bitter cold weather, 37752|And he'd never see her more. 37752|I'll paint the face that your darling had 37752|And the shape that a lily's face paint, 37752|But she looks not here, nor will she come 37752|Till a glass of a sweet veranda fills 37752|The silence of a garden walk. 37752|A face I see in my dream, 37752|I remember, I remember 37752|When we were young and fair, 37752|And I was happy and wise. 37752|I will paint this face that you see 37752|As your darling's wife in her grave, 37752|Because I have dreamt of a time 37752|To lay my head on your breast. 37752|I have gone through many years, 37752|Through many countries, and seen many wars, 37752|And have been to many countries since, 37752|But my heart and my mind are the same 37752|I know the words we say in a dream 37752|Away, away, at sea, 37752|Where are those lips of hers? 37752|They murmur in the night, 37752|As though of some wild matter; 37752|Is there a deeper night to my mind 37752|Than theirs to-day? 37752|In those happy words they say, 37752|I do remember it is she whose words 37752|Begin the silence of the grave. 37752|In those words she smiles once more, 37752|And all the world is still; 37752|She smiles once more on the dead, 37752|As I look on her dead face, 37752|And the tears of a life that is done 37752|Begin to run. 37752|That smiling is not always death, 37752|No, it is not; and she still 37752|May smile when all is light, 37752|As they still may love and say 37752|Upon the lips that still are sweet. 37752|But I have watched that smiling still 37752|For years and years; 37752|And I wonder if there is less 37752|A sadness in that smile 37752|Than you can understand, 37752|Or if it is a sign of the rest 37752|Of her still living sleep. 37752|The night is dark and the wind is high, 37752|And the sea the place of dream; 37752|And the night is dark, and the wind is high, 37752|While sail after sail is blown. 37752|She is sitting by the sea, 37752|And the wind is like a wild-boar's tongue 37752|Clashing in the night air; 37752|The long dead ships are swinging wide, 37752|That came to take this isle;-- 37752|A thing that is not, a thing that is not, 37752|And is not any more: 37752|The sea-wind is the tongue of the sea-bird 37752|To the sea-bird by the sea-- 37752|But the night is dark, and the wind is loud 37752|And the sea is dead and high. 37752|And the dark is heavy with darkness 37752|And the wind is like a breath; 37752|But the great stars are like eyes of God 37752|That see not; they have no light, 37752|But the night is dark, and the wind is deep 37752|And the waves are wild and great; 37752|And they light up the deep for all men's seeing 37752|That look upon the dead. 37752|I saw in the shadow 37752|The light of another day, 37752|And I knew that the thing I sought 37752|In the shadow lay just ahead 37752|On the way to the future's end, 37752|Whither my soul would take its way 37752|In the silent years to be. ======================================== SAMPLE 3480 ======================================== 16688|Then he took the _Cotton-leaf_, 16688|And he put it on his chin 16688|To look full fair and smart. 16688|The _Red Hyacinth_ she took, 16688|And painted it with grace; 16688|And she put on a bright blue cap, 16688|And a blue ribbon bound. 16688|He took a _Rose_ in his hand, 16688|It was full fair and red: 16688|And he gave a leaf to a child, 16688|That little boy's delight. 16688|Then he took the _Melons_, and 16688|He put them in his pocket; 16688|He didn't know which they were, 16688|But he thought he'd a lock of them. 16688|And he took some _Apple-nuts_, 16688|And he placed them by his side, 16688|So he didn't look like a feyther 16688|In himself, or in the world. 16688|"What is the use of living, you know," said he? 16688|To make your wits of you, my Dear? 16688|Oh, he'd a more pleasing task: 16688|To be a child that never grew bald: 16688|A child that never took a bath 16688|Nor drank a cup of tea; 16688|But hung his head on end, and shed 16688|A dewy tear-drop every day; 16688|With him to be a man of sway 16688|In realms below,--a prince in place. 16688|His mother's soul would fain have borne 16688|A mother's fondness for his sake; 16688|But God would have made _him_ the more, 16688|When she came down from heaven's sky. 16688|_The boy loved apples_ (I know it!) 16688|_They might have made a fair boy go; 16688|But he'd prefer some other food, 16688|And think it very wrong to die._ 16688|To him the sweetest, nestliest flowers 16688|That grow within the eye of day, 16688|From morning brightness and the morn, 16688|He'd pluck, and in their beauty press; 16688|And then the fragrant summer bowers, 16688|That lie before the peasant's door, 16688|With all the dewy flowers that lie 16688|Within their leafy walks at night; 16688|He'd wish their odors every day 16688|Would fade into an army-green, 16688|And wintry-scented goblets flow 16688|To crown the brow of Pride with wine; 16688|Then wish the autumn fields of joy, 16688|And all their wealth of yellow leaves; 16688|He'd wish the days of happy mirth 16688|Could come again with many a bustle 16688|And hurry of a merry throng. 16688|And when at last he'd wear away 16688|His autumnal store of wit, 16688|He'd look around in joy sublime, 16688|And think, the years were small as they. 16688|The world is full of noise and care; 16688|How little to be happy are. 16688|But we will look for pleasure still, 16688|And live the life of youth again. 16688|The man that takes the trouble to 16688|Play at the game of life, 16688|Like him, and to win the crown 16688|That no man yet has won, 16688|Is sure of royal privilege 16688|And he shall rule a mighty realm; 16688|His pleasure is to please; 16688|He rules with quiet, and with health 16688|His dwelling is the best, 16688|And his joy is in his realm 16688|Of his great kingdom,--the green isle; 16688|He loves its seasons, and he dreads 16688|To pass the lonely nights 16688|Of summer, on the scorching board 16688|Of the summer's fiery heat; 16688|But the sun shines forth at last, 16688|And a glorious glory it brings; 16688|He is happy, and he lives to see 16688|His kingdom rising on the green. 16688|Oh, blessed is that man who now grows old! 16688|He bears ======================================== SAMPLE 3490 ======================================== 8187|"There, as I told you, was my husband's ghost, 8187|"The first time he had worn that mask of clay, 8187|"And _such_ a look, it looked much like him. 8187|"But oh! it was a cruel, cruel mask, 8187|"The most _so_ ghastly as ever man wore; 8187|"And that it wore it up when they would _nod_, 8187|"That meant the man himself felt not the same." 8187|The Widow's Wager. 8187|When first I went to market, my father said, 'Now no man shall win a wife, 8187|"Oh for her life! come live with me, she's my only daughter;"-- 8187|His last words were--"I'm your father then, you'll have my daughter;" 8187|And in a week he was dead, and I saw him by his sister's side, 8187|Come live with us, come live with us,--I'm your only daughter; 8187|And by his grave there was _one_ sister left, and they kissed each other: 8187|We, too, were happy,--she as happy as we could be;--but, oh! 8187|How soon _I_ was _his_ only child,--and he's _I's_ none now! 8187|Oh! think what it would be if _I_ had to sell you for sordid drachmas: 8187|All that a mother did to make you blest your father would do, 8187|And he did the best he could, but he'd be very much worse soon. 8187|And it's _mine_--it's _mine_--and I only wish him well; 8187|And if you'll purchase, as I sure will, it's no matter what,-- 8187|As I said, my dear boy, there's _such_ a man as's waiting for you; 8187|When with a heart that's all _my_ and with a lip that's all _he_;-- 8187|Oh! how you'd feel, now it _is_ your tender father's _own_! 8187|Come live with us, come live with us,--I'm your only daughter; 8187|And when you are married, I know _your_ heart will be as kind 8187|As brother or mother,--and when you _are married_ for me, 8187|Oh! how I'd love to be the man you've become our Father's girl! 8187|What a joy is it, dear, to think your father will soon be well-- 8187|To _wait_ to hear him _talking_ of Mary, with whom I've so hoped 8187|That we shall never--never--see again such a face as his! 8187|My dear Little Girl,--_when she's her father's dead_, 8187|He'll leave the care of _this_ for me and you; 8187|And so, when _he looks like him_, he's sure to "sleep like me;" 8187|For the love _of his poor dear_--he's sure to love _me_! 8187|Yes, when he's _gone_, so 'tis certain he'll "come back to us," 8187|And we'll all be _his_ people again, if _he's_ still alive! 8187|The widow'd man from a bygone age, 8187|Wiping the tears from her eyes, 8187|Look'd back with a smile on that fair face 8187|By my side which she had fled. 8187|Her first and last hope was left behind, 8187|And the tears did that restoration show 8187|As if still that smile she had flung 8187|Might have softened that weary look. 8187|And I gazed--but 'twas nothing more, 8187|Than merely a passing thought-- 8187|Thoughts, that could never come again, 8187|Could never come but from me. 8187|Oh, but the picture would be true, 8187|And all I felt then would be; 8187|The first kiss--that sweet, farewell kiss-- 8187|Would ever be dear to me! 8187|For still, like its picture, life's stream 8187|That weaves an almost endless chain 8187|Of joys and woes thro' every day-- 8187| ======================================== SAMPLE 3500 ======================================== 1471|And the moon is full of stars 1471|And the air is full of birds 1471|There's nothing to dread-- 1471|_Love-quaver_; all is well; 1471|_Quaver, quiver_; 1471|The world is full of youth, 1471|The world is glad with health, 1471|With love, with hope, with cheer 1471|There's nothing to fear-- 1471|_Love-quaver_; none is ill; 1471|_Quiver, quiver_; 1471|The sun is in the sky, 1471|The wind is in the sea 1471|To make a wondrous day, 1471|With fair, the new moon; 1471|And my love, she's mine, 1471|O wind by night, O sun! 1471|I am all alone with thee 1471|For whom we twain must part; 1471|The wind doth shake my boughs, 1471|The moon hath shaken mine eyes; 1471|But mine heart is still bereaved 1471|Of its longed-for lover-- 1471|_Love-quaver_, 1471|With his heart-throb in mine eyes:- 1471|I cannot meet him, love, 1471|For ever--or you never 1471|Would know him. I cannot live 1471|When he is gone! Ah, Love, 1471|I am all alone with thee! 1471|In the olden times, ere man went from the East, 1471|There was a little girl named Iole, 1471|And she lived in the house of the great king Nylah, 1471|And Nylah ate and drank and had much business.-- 1471|How did you come to be the son of God? 1471|What's the use of asking and of asking, 1471|When the soul knows as much as the soul knows? 1471|I told the story--that is the use-- 1471|And you knew the story, too, I suppose, 1471|As you listened to the story and told it over. 1471|But, I don't know, though I told the story, 1471|It seemed like a false story to me; 1471|For the soul knows as much as the soul knows, 1471|As we two sit together, O friend, here, 1471|In the old familiar hall, O friend, here. 1471|You have a kind of a smile on your lip, 1471|And a kind of a laugh in your laugh; 1471|There's a light in your kind eyes that is rare, 1471|That a poet's soul might behold. 1471|You are glad of the kind looks you give, 1471|Or the kind smiles that you show; 1471|You are proud of the kind hair that stands 1471|On your golden head in the sun. 1471|I remember 1471|As I stand 1471|Forlorn and gray, in the early fall of day, 1471|And watch the sun go vanishing down the west, 1471|Trees grow and grow, and grow, in the leafy mist, 1471|With stars and flowers and blossoms, and dew, 1471|As far as eye can see from far away; 1471|And a bird sings out its joy, and dreams of a land 1471|Out of the land of dreams in the flowery land of youth:- 1471|When I was young, 1471|Out in the fields, 1471|I often sat, 1471|'Mong bright red berries, 1471|That piled one by one 1471|From the high hills, into the peaceful waters, where 1471|They gladdened my childhood, and I loved to hear 1471|The lisping tune of the swallows' twittering song. 1471|I love to feel 1471|On my bones and back 1471|The load of earth, 1471|And, underneath, my soul in heaven, at rest; 1471|When, year by year, 1471|I thrust 1471|My body out 1471|From the sward, and, as I plodded on, 1471|The grass grew greener, and the flowers grew fairer, 1471|And I thought not of my childhood's parting, or Death ======================================== SAMPLE 3510 ======================================== 1745|Of his own fleshly parts, or to the ground 1745|Or to some other space dispos'd, ere hee 1745|Could for himself a living inhabit. 1745|This is the state in which his Maker gave 1745|All his great Works, and for his own subsistence 1745|Sustaind Mankind: He cannot live on Earth 1745|Nor would; both Things wanting, onely, content 1745|In death, the other not obtaining, Death 1745|Consuming him if not enjoyd; that life 1745|Thus endur'd (and what else like say not) Death. 1745|Which in thy mind, dear Daughter, now seems wisest, 1745|Which of the Infinite Grandeur you most admire, 1745|The First Cause, in Supremest praise, attributes 1745|To Nature, and to Man, His first Author dear, 1745|With all his works perfet, and to permisc't Earth, 1745|On which he now so justly reaps the fruit 1745|Of his intensest Virtues; for that all 1745|By him are perfected, and his providence 1745|Thus ends his race: That all his progeny 1745|May safety find in safety, and safety give 1745|To himselfe, for he hath wrought them so controules, 1745|That none on them stands in admirations, 1745|Or on their Safety cares; but deem they gaind 1745|By Man alone; his lot by descent fair wodes 1745|From bounteous God; what could not else be endured 1745|Severe, were it endured, how pitie sooll 1745|To hold up with despised contempt the similitude 1745|Of God in Man? who would believe, who would comprehend? 1745|Thus he his argument, though strong, refutes: 1745|Though in thy mind it seem at first seemd apparent, 1745|Yet in my words shall deafnes be find, who read. 1745|Thus having said, his theme advanced he forth 1745|Replete with fury with large words full of hurt, 1745|Wrong commencing at the second part, and last: 1745|Though I reject his decree, yet must I confess 1745|The meanes well worthy to ascend to His decree, 1745|Who justly should prevail, and rightly to pass 1745|Next up to last: what then is this Order joind 1745|Of opposites that oppresss this Order ill? 1745|Which last rebukd, that all must alike obey 1745|But God is by his Counsellor just and right, 1745|And by his laws able: though who obeys them varies, 1745|Yet who obeys all must likewise by his law be ruled; 1745|If God unjust, then those likewise unjust! fall: 1745|But if in favour with that justness from above 1745|Which binds together all created things 1745|He as a creature just, and of divine state 1745|Well pleased, from substance of which all things are 1745|Pure and in substance perfect, must well seem 1745|That by obedience due, he must exactly 1745|Substantiate all things; and by perfection 1745|Concreted, must make all perfection in him. 1745|This is mistaken; for God is affilt|Not to perfection of a thing 1745|By covenant or treaty, but by his own 1745|Pure substance; and by that unity alone 1745|Fit to participate voluntary 1745|His dominion; which by negociation 1745|Is kept and securitie seals up all thirarts. 1745|What then shall end this quarrel? If God not so, 1745|Shall violence then against him be amendd? 1745|To whom without delay the Angelous 1745|With reasoning words resolv'd: Why should not Violence 1745|Vex libertie as well as Caprice, and strike 1745|With just retribution? For from a source 1745|Unknown, and yet unmeasur'd, we conclude 1745|That ought and ill, as is their custom, are 1745|Contingent to happen; which, if they happen, 1745|We must ensue; and to that end we must 1745|Attend: for no creature can contain himself, 1745|But by his necessity; which being known 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 3520 ======================================== A bird!--that, singing, 27221|That song of praise, 27221|That bird of song, 27221|From thee it came; 27221|And he that brought the gem, 27221|It was his own. 27221|This gem he brought, 27221|A bird for his delight, 27221|A singing bird, 27221|Who, singing high, 27221|Upon the heath 27221|Sung sweetly his song, 27221|And rapture was his, 27221|O, rapture was his! 27221|Then, when his song 27221|Was ended,-- 27221|His friend, by chance, 27221|Came riding on,-- 27221|The friendly stranger, 27221|In his arms he laid, 27221|(That he might feel 27221|The weight of his wings,) 27221|And, "Possess," he cried, 27221|"The heath of many a day, 27221|And, if I may, 27221|The heath of Spring! 27221|"But the heath!"--he cried, 27221|"The oaks and the firs, 27221|And the birches of St. John, 27221|Shall from my fingers depart, 27221|And with them, love! 27221|The heath of many a day, 27221|The oaks and the firs, 27221|My footsteps will pursue, 27221|Ere long will depart. 27221|"And, when once a year 27221|I pass the heath,"-- 27221|The honest blighter, 27221|In his native land, 27221|Might take his flight 27221|To the mountain-herb,-- 27221|Perhaps then his heart 27221|Would be moved to pity, 27221|For he ne'er was able, 27221|With the oaks to hold. 27221|And when, at mid-winter, 27221|The fields were dry, 27221|And the winds were low, 27221|He roved for berries, 27221|And sought them on the plain. 27221|Ah, p'rhaps it might be so, 27221|For the season comes so early, 27221|When all the fields are dried; 27221|Then the wind is loud, 27221|And the birds forget their sport, 27221|And the flowers their treasures cast, 27221|But he lingered not, 27221|And he found no braver boy, 27221|In the hills of the plain, 27221|He found no braver boy, 27221|And he led him not his way 27221|To the fields of April, 27221|Where the violets blow, 27221|Where the violets blow, 27221|And the lilies white 27221|In the springtime swell. 27221|He spread a garland gay, 27221|Of the scented breezes, 27221|And the larks so free, 27221|To deck the youthful brow. 27221|But a little while 27221|The shades of evening hung: 27221|At length a breeze came on 27221|Which brought the moon alone. 27221|And there she shone again, 27221|With silver lids, serene, 27221|And a soft ray met 27221|His eyes for answer. 27221|"Behold in what majestic bloom, 27221|His locks of gold," he said, 27221|"Are wreathed with scintillating rays; 27221|Or, if their lids with solemn swim 27221|O'erhang their raven eyes, 27221|As they shall rest in deathless bloom, 27221|O, then my glance may see 27221|The first love-fireside. 27221|"And, were my soul in that fair frame, 27221|That thought will scan 27221|Its course as with the gentle zephyr's: 27221|It will be life's best dream, 27221|To think the moment true, 27221|With spirits blest." 27221|And thus to a sweet spirit gave, 27221|His love-word, his last, 27221|The charming dream of heaven in life. 27221|A maiden and her lover were walking up ======================================== SAMPLE 3530 ======================================== 24869|This, Sítá, I shall give when I go hence, 24869|But thou shalt take from me the pledge thou hast here.” 24869|Canto LXIII. The Flight. 24869|He, by his speech persuaded, his words heard 24869|As he took all the pledge he bound around, 24869|And flew into the sky. 24869|As Ráma flew to the blissful skies 24869|Upsprang Vibhishaṇ forth, the saint whose eyes 24869|With burning ardour ever burn for fame, 24869|Like a great moon in his full beauty clad. 24869|He, when he saw the Prince who came to bear 24869|This heavy burden of unceasing care, 24869|Felt the warm blood within him throb and beat, 24869|And, conscious, thus the hero made reply: 24869|“I came, O Vánar King, in search of thou, 24869|Whose tender looks and tender words I trace; 24869|And now, good brother, I the promise hear 24869|Which thou with reverence shalt unto me give. 24869|Not far off is thy dwelling, and not far 24869|From thee is Sítá, for the yearning of thy soul. 24869|I bade thee to my presence hasten fast, 24869|And bid thee, O Vánar King, my words obey. 24869|Thy heart I judge has not the heart to know 24869|The joys of home, how joyous is the fare 24869|With which the heart is thrilled 24869|With ardour to behold the loved ones well. 24869|Now, ere your passage hither you may see, 24869|If thou with me thy home and bliss will find, 24869|This pledge I give thee, Vánar chieftain, keep: 24869|A thousand ta-sel tusks the best receive.” 24869|Then Ráma took the sacred tusks, and made 24869|His choice of wood with which the bows were fashioned. 24869|The sacred wood he took, and fashioned bow, 24869|Then bade his charioteer bring the gift, 24869|And Ráma followed in the chariot borne 24869|The Vánar to his own reserved home. 24869|And now returned to Lanká’s lofty town, 24869|He gave his thanks to every lord 24869|And lord’s representative, and prayed 24869|That Sítá, her dear brother, there might rest. 24869|Aisí and Kála, and the bowers 24869|Of Bharadvája, and every height 24869|Where gods and hermits meet, the Vánar passed. 24869|Canto LXIV. The Meeting. 24869|And Ráma, with his brother by his side, 24869|Plied thither all his best endeavour, 24869|And when each noble under whom he stood 24869|Was named in honor ere departing hence, 24869|The son of Raghu thus to Sítá cried: 24869|“O Queen, our distant home is near: 24869|Come, let us, in the meadows, play.” 24869|As thus in words like these he viewed 24869|The daughter of his mother came, 24869|Aisí, that sweet-smiling pair, 24869|On Raghu’s son to play before. 24869|The youth with joy began to view 24869|The genial meeting, and was fain 24869|To sport with Aisí, sweet to see, 24869|And playful, playful and playful sweet. 24869|Then Ráma, as the lady spake, 24869|Sang for the lady’s hearing him. 24869|“O see the sight and listen to: 24869|In Lanká’s town our feet lay waste 24869|When Aisí, the flower of womankind, 24869|Meets us from the city stray. 24869|Fair is my name, and great my fame, 24869|But no divine name like mine can shine 24869|Like that of Lord Mahendra’s son:(816) 24869|Who died a hero, and is borne 24869|Back to his parents earth-sh ======================================== SAMPLE 3540 ======================================== 8187|The _gondok'row_ (or 'gaffer' for short) is the 8187|English man's national drink for a simple old time. 8187|At the bar or the tavern a foreign drinker, in the guise of 8187|a _k'ynent-drinker_--a man, by the mere look of his face, 8187|of a certain dignity--would come with his glass and talk 8187|in a very clever way, all down to the "bouquets" (French 8187|(goupe)--a sort of _barrettine_--which is the drinking glass 8187|(goupe, barrette), or, by the same token, the drinking bowl. 8187|But wherever the _goupe_ or the _barrette_ is sold it is 8187|at the bar. 8187|I really can't tell you what the name means, or how it all 8187|comes to be, but I can tell you this: 8187|That drink of the _goupe_ is a _bouquet de gouignage_--that 8187|drink is so light, that once a man has drunk of it, it is 8187|so light, that there's nothing so light as a glass of _bouquet 8187|d'escousse_. 8187|'Tis made, of course, of pure gold, and the only thing 8187|that so heavy will carry that weight of pure gold, is the 8187|The word bouquet is sometimes given to bars of gold, to 8187|"pigtail bars;" to gold-embossed walls, to the blue 8187|green gold of the sky. 8187|These all of their own are a good glass of _bouquet de gouignage_. 8187|The use of gold in our drinking is well known, for it tells 8187|of the man, who takes what he desires, or can get, for 8187|the present, or for the very least a long, long time; it 8187|tells of the courage and sagacity of the man, that is 8187|to say in the first place the moment when he first tried 8187|to take what he desired in his life; 'twill tell of 8187|the man, when he first found that his life and spirits were 8187|depressed; 'twill tell, how his mind and the heart of the 8187|barman had been tempted to take what he had in store, 8187|lest he should not have the money his pockets, or his head. 8187|_Bouquet de gouignage_. 8187|The first glass that the man can drink of is this glass, which 8187|is of pure gold, is a glass "to give him a drink of 8187|joy," or to bring him to happiness. 8187|In the _barrette_ he puts two glasses in the same "gouette," 8187|or in their proper place. 8187|The second glass that the man drinks of is the glass of the 8187|_Bouquet de gouignage_. 8187|The third glass that he drinks of is the glass of the _Bouquet 8187|of Sorel_. He puts it into his glass, and after taking it 8187|there, puts the glass down, thus taking his glass away. 8187|In the _lid_ he takes the glass of "bouquet de gouignage_, which 8187|is of gold. 8187|And the fourth glass that he drinks of (the glass that is glass 8187|of the night itself) 8187|Is that which the man, in his turn, takes into his glass, 8187|and drops it down its face, thus dropping it down its 8187|ware. 8187|Thus it is that the man now has taken his glass off his 8187|table, and a new glass, which must be of pure gold, is added 8187|to his own; it is made of a bowl of such poor work, that you 8187|could fill a bowl with wine, and it would be still as full. 8187|(This is so I remember it, and it is as before; there is 8187|no room for a contradiction, I remember well it well, nor 8187|is there room for any change by land, sea or sea-beach, for ======================================== SAMPLE 3550 ======================================== 22803|Gathered for his birthright. 22803|"Who are these?" he asked aloud. 22803|"What is their name?" 22803|"A friend, I think he is," she cried, 22803|"From Athens now." 22803|"I will bring it," said he. But now 22803|"Go home to sleep; let you not come 22803|To me again till I have spoken, 22803|Or to our marriage feast." 22803|A light wind came 22803|And in the darkening air 22803|Sang the great sea-breeze, sighing 22803|As it sailed by. 22803|"Who are these?" he said. 22803|"What are these here?" 22803|"A friend, I think he is." 22803|And then he went away. 22803|They sat and pondered. 22803|"Whom are these?" 22803|"A friend," she cried, 22803|"From Athens now, 22803|Or from Athens in the south 22803|To take us in? 22803|"And who is he?" 22803|"What of his birthright, his name?" 22803|She asked. 22803|"Tell me who he is--come near, 22803|I will tell it you." 22803|The wind blew low in a sigh, 22803|And the wind went high-- 22803|The wind of sorrow; 22803|The winds of all the sea 22803|Were blowing at one. 22803|"So you will see and tell: 22803|So you will go on 22803|Till you find him never, 22803|Nor yet see him now." 22803|She cried with eyes that glowed; 22803|The eyes of his own eyes, 22803|The tears down her cheek came 22803|For the love of him. 22803|And they told how he had died, 22803|She of the light heart, he of the dark; 22803|How he had kissed her hand; 22803|How they went home with their sails 22803|And heard the tide. 22803|And how the suns would shine 22803|And the tides fade and slip: 22803|What do these gods with the earth? 22803|Dost thou, O Sun, find us there, 22803|What are their use to us? 22803|Thou, and thou, the great Sun, 22803|That shine'st in all the sky? 22803|We had our hour, as all men have, 22803|For to worship all things fair, 22803|That we may know and be wise. 22803|Now that our time has come, O Sun, 22803|That we have looked on the world, 22803|We may learn the wise law, why 22803|The winds blow, and the rain fall, 22803|And the sea-waves foam: 22803|The light wind has not yet ceased, 22803|Nor the rain nor the tides shall cease, 22803|For we are Gods indeed. 22803|We knew not that the Gods knew her, 22803|And her soul we would not see 22803|Till she were ours, and we her children, 22803|And made of her the world. 22803|We knew not that the Gods knew us, 22803|And that ever more than before 22803|The winds would blow and the rain fall, 22803|And the sea-waves spill. 22803|We knew not that the Gods knew her, 22803|And her heart would not depart 22803|Till her face was in our places, 22803|And made of our hearts our sowers. 22803|We had no part of the world to work; 22803|We had no part to do, 22803|Till from her soul she drew us on: 22803|And as we had her heart to sow, 22803|We had her soul to reap. 22803|If I had had eyes to see 22803|A little boat ride by, 22803|The little boat ride 22803|At sunset with the boat beside.-- 22803|I see it all!--I hear 22803|The waters' murmurs rise 22803|Above the waves' caress, 22803|At sunset with the boat afar: 22803|And soon the ======================================== SAMPLE 3560 ======================================== 2381|I'll lay him down, when I want to sleep, 2381|With a song that is like a song to sleep. 2381|"A good friend's advice, and a thought of my soul," 2381|This is the way of a song. 2381|"How would you like to see some sheep," 2381|He said, as they wandered by, 2381|"I'll tell you everything 2381|About their lives, and the things to do." 2381|'Neath the open sky, 2381|"But don't you forget," he said 2381|With a smile, "the words of old, 2381|And how sheep go to the fold 2381|On good days, and bad as well." 2381|Then the sheep were so friendly and soft 2381|And they fed and they talked 2381|A little in the sun and shade; 2381|Then the sheep were so friendly and sweet 2381|And they feed, and they talk. 2381|I love the sheep that give the best of us, 2381|The way their greetings and kisses end. 2381|I love the way they smile to see us come 2381|To where the sheep are safest and live the most. 2381|It has long been my hope, and long wished long, 2381|A little sheep to do my nursery duty; 2381|I like the poor, I love them best of all 2381|Who live upon the goodness of human-kind. 2381|And if I were God I should be, myself, 2381|An angel guiding the poor and dear; 2381|So just a little one, to keep them right, 2381|And keep them pure of sin, and kind for me. 2381|But I am man; the sheep have missed their bread, 2381|The sheep have missed their milk; 2381|I would I had a sword to break on yon rock, 2381|I would I had a hammer of gold, 2381|And I would lay it on his head, 2381|And I would hammer him to death, 2381|I wish I had a little sword, too; 2381|And I would smite his head and his body on the rock. 2381|I wish that I was a mighty knight, 2381|I would strike down the king's best, 2381|And a banner would float upon the flood, 2381|And I would sail away with it: 2381|'And it should be a glorious banner, too,' 2381|Quoth he. And a banner I should sail away with it. 2381|'And I wish that I were God himself, 2381|And I would strike down the king's foe, 2381|And a great castle would vanish under me, 2381|And I would be the castle, the castle, the castle!' 2381|But he was a king, the lion and the leopard, 2381|And the castle he'd built had little worth; 2381|And the banner he sailed away with it, 2381|And he sailed away with it: 2381|'But I wish that I were King of the world, 2381|And God would give me land, 2381|And as King I'd hold a kingdom's fortune; 2381|And I'd walk through the streets of the world, 2381|And I'd buy and sell with kings: 2381|And I'd serve them right, for I'd serve 'em right, 2381|And serve 'em every one'-- 2381|'But I love my land of the apple trees, 2381|And the boughs of the apple tree; 2381|And in life I'd strive for my land of the apple trees, 2381|And I'd seek for my master through all the world.' 2381|I wish that I were as rich as the King, 2381|And I'd serve him with money each day: 2381|I'd give my hand to him for his apple tree, 2381|And I'd pledge him each day: 2381|'And when I had the whole world's money, 2381|I'd give to him just an equal share 2381|Of my heart's blood, and with every other bone 2381|I'd serve him with loving hand, 2381|And then you should have heard a trumpet sound 2381|And I should come with my army to the world.' 2381|I wish ======================================== SAMPLE 3570 ======================================== 18500|The fiddler's song, and the sinner's prayers? 18500|O, then farewell, my native Kent! 18500|The moorland path, and the hazel copse! 18500|The meadows, the hayfields, the wold! 18500|Where the meek lamb laps the restive beecher, 18500|And the sheep labour in peace with the shearer; 18500|Far off I hear the far-off wind, 18500|'Where art thou, thou lovely May?' 18500|The lark's shrill song, and the long, low rain, 18500|And the breaking of the wild wheat! 18500|O! then farewell, for evermore! 18500|Sweet scenes may come when hearts are sad:-- 18500|When we long for scenes that vanish quite, 18500|Like vanish'd joys that sink to rest. 18500|The blithe May-day, sweet to the surly April, 18500|The cherry-blossoms on the birken bare; 18500|The blue May eve, when, rapt in magic flight, 18500|The sun bursts thro' the canopy! 18500|The fragrant, the golden-girdled night; 18500|The silken quietness of dewy ease, 18500|When blooms o'er the mother's grave-root creep, 18500|And birds have a sweet dream in the bush: 18500|Beneath, the gentle May has laid her down, 18500|And dreams o'er her buried babe in peace. 18500|The white hands of an early honey-maker; 18500|The silver bells of an autumn day; 18500|The yellow and crimson berries of May-boughs, 18500|In the heart of the woodbine evermore; 18500|A hundred times has the May-suckle drunk 18500|The joy of existence out again: 18500|'Tis the spirit of Life that can never die, 18500|The spirit of Death must there remain. 18500|In the midst of the heath, and in the heath, and in the heath, 18500|Where the grass is young, and the grass is young, 18500|I heard a voice, that I know well, I know well, 18500|Said, Look yon ships! see yon ships! 18500|See yon ships! they are but a warning, 18500|A warning they are, to folly and folly: 18500|They come from far, they come from far, 18500|And if ye have a thought of treason or treason, 18500|You are but the likeliest to betray it. 18500|The first troop is the patriot-band, 18500|The second the artist-band, 18500|The third is the lover-band, 18500|The fourth is the patriot-band, 18500|That comes from Maine, and that comes from Maine. 18500|I would to heav'n that we my ship freight might have, 18500|Some sailor-man, to go with me, 18500|To watch my grave, my grave, in the clover-bloom, 18500|In the clover bloom--and there bury! 18500|And I'll write to the man who did it, 18500|And he shall tell the woman who killed it, 18500|And he shall tell the man who kill'd it. 18500|When we were first joined in the wedding, 18500|Little Ouse was but a boy; 18500|But he's grown strong with good-fortune 18500|And we dance at the Hall on Sunday. 18500|We dance, and we sing and we smile-- 18500|A most delicious, delightful company; 18500|The ladies too, who are well able 18500|To grace the occasions that please us: 18500|With good-humour and merriment 18500|We dance at the Hall on Sunday. 18500|I have a garden green and a garden yellow, 18500|Where roses blow, and cowslips white as swanskin: 18500|There grow six turkeys, three geese, and the pheasant-- 18500|And you may eat them all for an hundred dollars! 18500|I have a garden blue, and a garden yellow, 18500|Where apples blow, and pear trees bud so early: 18500|There grow three tanagers, and the ======================================== SAMPLE 3580 ======================================== 27885|"They've got a house of their own, you know." 27885|"Of course! _That_ is _their_ own _house_,--not ours!" 27885|"Yes, but when that's ours," she said, "in the end; 27885|"And if we lose, at least we've got at least _you_!" 27885|She paused for a moment--looked around. 27885|"'Sparks? It's nothing! Just the common air!" 27885|She looked again. "It ain't an' dreadful thing-- 27885|That little fire, at the kitchen stove. 27885|Was it the wind? Or did a bad dream come 27885|Across us?" She sighed, "No matter to me; 27885|"Just get over it. It'll be _very_ nice 27885|When we are _together_." 27885|She looked as if she feared 27885|She could not speak truth, without sounding silly; 27885|And a laugh came out of her throat along 27885|"To think!" she softly muttered.-- "to think!" 27885|"In all the years 27885|I've been a woman," he said, "the worst 27885|That ever happened to me was this." 27885|"A bad dream?" she said, and laughed again. 27885|"It's not bad--it's awful real, all the same-- 27885|You know, of course, where I live, this time." 27885|She looked at him. Then she looked at the clock.-- 27885|"The dream," she said, "is exactly the same, 27885|But in _this_ case it is!" 27885|And while the young man blushed, 27885|She turned her from face to face, 27885|And as she spoke the words she would speak-- 27885|"And so, to help you through it all,-- 27885|I--I'm your mother. Oh, for your wife! 27885|I'm a mother and wife, Mr. Young; 27885|My name is Lettice, and when I come, 27885|I shall ask them when to marry you-- 27885|But that's _too_ late!" 27885|She smiled. 27885|But as he answered her lips made 27885|The young man's heart as dry as dust. 27885|As he turned away to kiss young Lettice, 27885|Lettice led the way 27885|Across the garden path, in the rain, 27885|And over the grass. 27885|She reached the roses, and bade them stay, 27885|When down the path she came.-- 27885|As she turned back to the young man, 27885|He was looking back, and she heard 27885|A voice call out at her side, "Hold her! 27885|Lettice, hold her!" 27885|And he looked away, and she saw 27885|His daughter, and no girl more fair 27885|Than Lettice had ever seen. 27885|The boy, her only child, 27885|Lay dreaming on the lawn, with her 27885|And Lettice close beside. 27885|He dreamed as he lay there in the rain, 27885|And the roses came to greet him; 27885|They rose and stood, and kissed and smiled 27885|For him, in his mother's arms. 27885|They leaned and leaned on that beautiful neck, 27885|The boy dreamed never a word; 27885|And he heard no sound like the crashing wing 27885|Of a bird to his heart that was warm and its only care 27885|The same in the morning and at noon; and now, in his dreams 27885|He never has ceased to sing. "How come you three- 27885|"So you were three that came down to help us, 27885|And so they thought they had come for a day, 27885|And the moon was full, and they found her gray, 27885|And three that never went out of its light," 27885|Lettice said, still as she heard the boy cry. 27885|"And they went to the house across the bay. 27885|Their mother was ill, I remember well. 27885|They found the old woman, weeping and tired and white. 27885|They laid her into a cool, dark bed and ======================================== SAMPLE 3590 ======================================== 1852|"The world's great question is this: 1852|"Should art grow sick, and sink to dust, 1852|"Or should she triumph, and rise? 1852|"Should she triumph, rise as queen, 1852|"Should she, alone, be mistress, too, 1852|"And rule the world, though poor? 1852|"Can art, by giving to herself 1852|"The glory of the world, give light 1852|"Or wealth to human life? 1852|"Or can she make for art the friend, 1852|"And not the rival, with her?" 1852|To speak thus at ease, so bravely, 1852|To have in spite of envy praised, 1852|To have the praise of the three worlds 1852|To the world of art and love, 1852|To the world of earth and heaven. 1852|And in his silence these great things 1852|Broke from his words, and made reply; 1852|That what he knew, he could not hide-- 1852|That art should teach, and not aggrandize, 1852|And love should live, and not die. 1852|In haste at the door he rushed, 1852|To meet a desponding maid, 1852|As a king should recall his thoughts, 1852|And leave the world to its woes: 1852|But she with silent steps had passed, 1852|And left the long parlour dim, 1852|Where, in her white and stately form, 1852|In the soft light at once appear'd 1852|A lady, with folded hands, 1852|The lady of the guest room, 1852|And there on the sofa, her face, 1852|In the still darkness of night, 1852|He fancied, he saw her place, 1852|Under the lamp's languid light, 1852|The same mild smile which had lit 1852|That calm brow of hers before. 1852|At once he knew for the first, 1852|As an infant on life's brink, 1852|And so lovely a child as she 1852|In that hour of so pure need, 1852|That silence had sufficed to bind 1852|Her life-like presence; and then 1852|Hollow was the soundless mansion now. 1852|The door 1852|Of the parlour, at once, seemed 1852|A portal to darkness, and darkness had entered. [_A pause._ 1852|The sound of an organ, from the sky, 1852|In the chamber below, 1852|Grew dim, indistinct, and more hollow, 1852|Than ever it had been. 1852|Through the open door 1852|Of the low parlour entered, there standing 1852|A fair maiden, in the white veil 1852|And veil of the martyr-fringe. 1852|"Ah! 'tis the organ," she said, 1852|"The first to play!" 1852|The youth, his heart in his breast 1852|Burning--"But what brings this with me?" 1852|He replied, "It brings a new friend! 1852|'Twill be better. I must go." 1852|"Go!" she said; and disappeared 1852|Into the window of the parlour, leaving him 1852|The silent room in the dark, 1852|Close locked, without. 1852|In a room which at times seemed to him 1852|Of some mystic and strange new form, 1852|Familiar to fancy, but yet all 1852|The old room was; 1852|There was the door, there were the chairs 1852|Upon the mat, there were the books 1852|Of which such pictures have smiled, 1852|And read such stories, 1852|That in the room so desolate 1852|A kind of a calm prevailed, 1852|Like a stillness in the presence 1852|Of a holy calm, the old room; 1852|And when all was still, 1852|There was a sound from the organ 1852|So pure, so holy, and so tranquil, 1852|It might almost seem divine, 1852|In this world of turmoil and tumult, 1852|In this din of life ======================================== SAMPLE 3600 ======================================== 17393|I would not dare for aught of her. 'But'--I do not know, 17393|'But' to go on so--I would fain be still. 17393|'When on what? Who knows, perhaps some other thing 17393|And still the next. It were more honest death 17393|Not to waste more breath in vain desire. 17393|'What then shall be my end? Shall I go down 17393|To his fate like any good old fellow, 17393|That, having shaken hands with me, by fits 17393|Says you auld Scoundrel and wishes I'd stint him 17393|To learn mair of fashions new and tastes new? 17393|'I shall get no home-bed-fellows, no good friend, 17393|No need of any sort of call or note. 17393|And still to write, to write, is a disgrace: 17393|I shall not be confest who now in fact 17393|Do all I may, do all I know, and write. 17393|'Then what shall be my end? Oh, let me die 17393|And you be the sole executor be! 17393|At least--there's a' that may be; but there's thae 17393|Last two or three--' 17393|'Fye! and that I can trust, and that you feel, 17393|And that you are contented and comfortable? 17393|You 'aven't no 'ealth to be--you've not got time.' 17364|"Why must the World go on making things?" asked the great 17364|father of science in his sonnet--though his sonnet's 17364|little verse and short story all bore a larger than usual 17364|trend in relation to the world of literature. 17364|Though it might be argued that the world is making _things_, 17364|and the world's always making verse; yet as far as I can see 17364|the world has stopped before making Shakespeare. The world's mind, 17364|what can it help _unless_, whatever it may _do_, it does _do_ 17364|The artist has been dreaming of his genius, dreaming of his 17364|own work as a youth, with the same thoughts in his head; so I 17364|can't let my dream go forever,--but let it keep going. What 17364|deed shall there be for me in the world in the end? What shall 17364|I have to do with this striving for knowledge or pleasure, or 17364|with the life and love that await me? 17364|Now and then, I'll lay down the pen and take my pleasure in the 17364|winding-sheet, thinking, "I've made enough of this, and shall 17364|have nothing more;" with this thought will I rest, till the last 17364|purchase of books for ever and ever. 17364|But still the poet needs not here to live; though the world 17364|should go on for ever making things--I am contented with books 17364|and with being able to make them myself. I can make them, 17364|however; only it would give me rather to be tired than to live. 17364|They hold out their hand and ask for more, and what are they? 17364|somehow; the great world's need is always that the poet should make 17364|Books,--all of them. I can't imagine the poet wanting more than 17364|his books. Books have a sort of charm, and in his head they 17364|have such a subtle, deep appeal to me; nevertheless I know 17364|that I want to find out how to make them. 17364|I have longed to turn the wheel of my brain and see what the 17364|wheel would turn to, and it turns out in the way of a book. 17364|I have made book-making its life, and in making it I have made it 17364|solo, rather than in competition. 17364|It is just a case of living and making; I see as well as I 17364|see, and so do all who have looked and been dazzled, just 17364|this way. 17364|At the beginning, I was not so well contented with what I 17364|made or kept. I knew my ways would not be pleasing and I 17364|would prove ungr ======================================== SAMPLE 3610 ======================================== 8672|Where a green spot does the best gold hide: 8672|A few thin green stones there strew on the ground 8672|Where a few grey-peeks the grass doth cover. 8672|The very old stone's grey colour is changed, 8672|And the soft pebbles shine and shine like gold. 8672|There is no man to see them, no cow nor sheep, 8672|And the stones they hold do hide from the eye. 8672|Oh, but they're just like some of our own ground; 8672|For where a shepherd walks and his work's done, 8672|He sees a sight that makes his heart tremble, 8672|Where the grey stone's grey colour is transformed. 8672|Oh, the old stone's grey! Oh, how it changes! 8672|In it's own colour is as fair and blue, 8672|You may see it, how it was there to strew 8672|In the grass by the sheep, when all was grey. 8672|Oh, the grass's old! Oh, the grey old stone's grey! 8672|Oh, who can see the grass at the end 8672|Where the gray stone's grey colour is hidden? 8672|The old wall's grey! Oh, it's strange that old things 8672|Are all as sweet as the grass is in Spring. 8672|When the sun is high at noon it's gay and glad 8672|In a pleasant way, as a child who cries and prays, 8672|"Come and watch the sheep and the birds and the sheep 8672|And the birds and the sheep...." 8672|And then they hide in the bush for fear and pain, 8672|In the shade till it's dark, so they sit and play, 8672|So the lambs that cry to their white, white bodies sleep. 8672|They look for the Shepherd that has not come, 8672|And then they are weeping and weak again, 8672|And the sheep lies in the shade till it's dark again. 8672|It's the sheep in the shadow and the grass in the sun 8672|That is dear and dear enough to the eye 8672|Of a little blind man, and a man who is cold. 8672|The sheep is in the shadow, its white flecked, grey, 8672|And their grey bones are white, gray, and bare: 8672|There is a green spot in it where the sheep has knelt, 8672|A small white stone that says just such thing. 8672|And the lambs all were in the sheep-shed yesterday: 8672|Now they lie in the grass and cry and wait 8672|And watch and cry till they cry no more; 8672|And the Shepherd is out a-walking his herd-- 8672|Tending them as he would a friend. 8672|And the lambs are good to look at when they come, 8672|And the old Shepherd sits on his old-fashioned bench 8672|All by himself, on the old stone that says-- 8672|"When you come to this place, you may go by myself." 8672|When the grey sun's shining on his old-fashioned wall 8672|He sits in a laurel-tree with a bundle in his arm; 8672|He smiles, because it tells him, just so, "There is good to be had." 8672|He chuckles when he thinks of the green grass he's planted down 8672|With the old stone saying-- 8672|"Come and watch the sheep and the birds and the sheep. 8672|There's something to be happy for, on any plain." 8672|When the lambs come out in the sheep-shed day by day 8672|They run down to play on the grass--and run down again 8672|When they get tired--and stop to look at the sky, 8672|And catch at the branches. 8672|When the lambs come out on the narrow hedgerow grass 8672|They can't get off by scrambling up the wall, 8672|So they run off to watch the sky and the sheep and sheep, 8672|And the sheep and the lambs in a close, quiet crowd. 8672|So, the old stone says, "When you come to this spot, 8672|Come, go beside old wall and let old stone say 8672|What you think, and give your thoughts in your mind's eye ======================================== SAMPLE 3620 ======================================== 1304|Nor for what I fear; 1304|For who can tell what ill 1304|Down in those dreary cells 1304|He might be bound! 1304|Yet when the soul is glad 1304|And radiant and alight 1304|In heaven like a flame, 1304|Then, sooth if I be sad 1304|Or my spirit a-light 1304|Of the earth, or why, 1304|I shall not love the night, 1304|Or the silence more: 1304|I shall not live more sweet 1304|When the moon has set. 1304|O, if I could love with sight! 1304|If I could but understand! 1304|It is the poor I should fear. 1304|The poor! the poor! my poor! 1304|But thou art rich, and hast thy share 1304|Of selfish feeling and amisse, 1304|And canst be so to all men shown 1304|That thou wouldst each one of them know. 1304|It is thou who hast thy share 1304|In what is small and maimed and bare, 1304|Who hast the power that must be cloyed; 1304|And when this is proved, I confess 1304|I shall be blest as one that is 1304|Who hath his part in thine and cares. 1304|Poor are thy beds, O wretched child! 1304|Poor thy food, thy rooms, for cold and heat; 1304|Poor artichoke and cauliflower plant! 1304|Poor are thy clothes, O wretched child! 1304|Poor the perfumings thy limbs dote on; 1304|Poor the books thy fond hands design; 1304|Poor the food thy greedy mouth is laden: 1304|And thou alone shalt be content 1304|With thyself without more being given. 1304|It is thou who sittest weeping here 1304|At eve, and wailest o'er and o'er 1304|Old mantras, forbidden mantras still, 1304|And mantras yet to be forbidden. 1304|It is thou who comest on the day 1304|And all thy mantling woes descanting on, 1304|And comest all so wretchedly arrayed. 1304|It is thou in whose dark eyes are read 1304|A thousand memories of a life; 1304|And yet thy voice is silent, and thy brow, 1304|The while that thou lookest so distressed, 1304|Seems to be writhing with remorse that lingers. 1304|It is thou in whose ear are resonant 1304|The dreary, dreary monads of time, 1304|And now the lips that were sweetly coy 1304|Are murmer than the cherub-service, 1304|And now the sweet and tender are warring 1304|'Gainst thy cold-blooded, cold-blooded self. 1304|It is thou in whose hateful heart 1304|Some new and fierce and bloodless thing 1304|Is lurid with the word "Thou" agog, 1304|With words of battle--words of bloody war. 1304|It is thou who o'er thyself can dote, 1304|As o'er some wretch in some deep well-o'-news 1304|Pour out thy rumour of success or fail: 1304|And then, the while that thou dost thrive, 1304|Farewell, thou unhoped-for day of rest! 1304|Thou comest on earth, but thou must die; 1304|Or as our life must fail--or rather 1304|Stoop downward like a bird from the sky: 1304|Thou art a slave 'twixt life and death; 1304|Thou dost partake, yet yet 'tis seen 1304|That thou hast nought unto do withit. 1304|It is thou who so sweetly singest, 1304|Whence sweetest melodies may rise, 1304|With heart and voice such as could frame 1304|A theme for Sappho's wailful eyes; 1304|But thou must die--it is the law 1304|Of unextinguished, burning love. 1304|Thou hast thy pleasures, thou hast thine ills, 1304|And love is pain, thou must ever ======================================== SAMPLE 3630 ======================================== 3160|The mighty man of sorrows thus replies: 3160|"My wretched son! to me thy sire has spoken; 3160|If not by force thou would'st return I ask 3160|No gift to make thee free; be thou with me; 3160|I own thy birth a crime and must be blind." 3160|Then to the palace he goes, and finds 3160|The queen all weeping with the mournful night. 3160|Swift to the queen the messenger was sent, 3160|The chief to bring her safe from foreign foes: 3160|The royal maid receives him kindly; 3160|Takes from his hand his princely lance in grace; 3160|And to the queen exclaims in accents wing'd: 3160|"Thy son, in manly courage, meets your eye 3160|He comes to take his father's place by right, 3160|The royal matron, if I judge by sight, 3160|Hath heard the wondrous news, and sends thee forth." 3160|She to the dame her grateful thanks prepares, 3160|And with free grace commands the messenger to rise: 3160|"O queen! for my dear sake, thy son demands 3160|To know his father's name and fortune here." 3160|"Thy father thou hast heard (Ulysses spoke) 3160|And much of tidings to thy mind consign, 3160|That by a magic spell I was convey'd 3160|To fair Ithaca, the city of thy sire. 3160|Nor can I more in secret joy impart, 3160|For to thy sister, if she wish to hear, 3160|A secret joy will I reveal to thee, 3160|A joy that shall infuse into all thy race, 3160|That such a grateful hand shall warm thy veins, 3160|That thy bold soldiers of the warrior train 3160|May boast thy triumph, and thy children claim; 3160|And while the goddess in her golden seat 3160|Exults to find a patriot in her son. 3160|Then let the gifts to me the messenger bring: 3160|The robe of wealth, and steed with three litters; 3160|The miter seen, and gold and raiment rich; 3160|These gifts by my good fortune first I gain; 3160|For he my royal sire in days of yore 3160|Had for his son to serve, his eldest born, 3160|His birthright, all the treasures of his court. 3160|Now send the wanderer to the shades below; 3160|For he shall join the warrior youth in arms." 3160|She said, and high the goddess' voice she rais'd, 3160|And her fair image o'er the waters swam; 3160|Then thus the queen: "In vain thou dar'st thy fears, 3160|I bring the wizard from the air below; 3160|The wizard from the realms afar, who brings 3160|With him all Greece, and lays the land in dust, 3160|A warlike chief from Ithaca's coast: 3160|His name, though many names, no monarch names, 3160|Who holds his mother, and his country dear. 3160|He seeks this happy shore; but, while he goes, 3160|Permit of question the sacred train: 3160|Say, will the hero-maiden at his side 3160|Take the brave youth, and brave Ulysses too? 3160|Haply the same; how oft has Panys sprung 3160|From my own hair, from my unhappy Sire; 3160|The one to war a warrior-hero famed; 3160|The other to an absent parent borne. 3160|From him (if truth in prophecy be told) 3160|A man of blood, a son of high degree; 3160|How have my grandsire's son return'd to me 3160|With all the wealth, to spend his father's end, 3160|And all the joy, when his own years are past. 3160|But what, I ask'd, to me the answer came 3160|Of the swift messenger? I ween at first 3160|A ship unnumber'd in thy court did load." 3160|"Thy words, O Queen (the seer replied), are true; 3160|But, far too blest to touch ======================================== SAMPLE 3640 ======================================== 4272|How often in this world we have been in despair, 4272|Beholding the world with darkening eyes? 4272|How many a night have we laughed and cried 4272|At the sight of this wondrous scene: 4272|And how we have wept and wept to see 4272|The great God that God hath made, 4272|And how we would fain behold Him now, 4272|And kneel to Him and pray. 4272|Yet ever as, the more we see, 4272|The more it turns to our despair:- 4272|The night when on God we look with tears, 4272|And wonder to see Thee so far away, 4272|And know us but the shadows of fears - 4272|Then come sweet peace, sweet peace, O Lord, 4272|To dwell in His heart, to rest 4272|With sweet content in His Kingdom's rest; 4272|And all our strife and every jot 4272|Of hate and scorn, to fly and fly 4272|With raptured soul and soul on wing - 4272|Oh, then come, and come soon, come soon, 4272|To give the world thine own. 4272|Come! for with Thee my spirit doth rejoice, 4272|That in love's land of joy it lies, 4272|Forgetful, in content and peace, 4272|Of all its strife and pain. 4272|Thou know'st that my own was in thee born, 4272|With eyes and ears set full of bliss, 4272|I know thee, as of old I knew thee dear, 4272|And could not look on thee in vain. 4272|Thy presence here, O God of love, 4272|Hath made me what I am, O Lord, 4272|And I in deepest joy behold 4272|Thy perfect image blest around. 4272|I hear the throng hum of thy praise, 4272|Mine only loved, my one beloved; 4272|I hear the voice of every thought 4272|Thine own, and thee of pure delight. 4272|In that deep sense of perfect good, 4272|In that glad thrill of all delight, 4272|Which when the heart's warm blood is turned, 4272|Doth seal its passage to the goal 4272|Where God and love and beauty are. 4272|How dear is that which makes my heart 4272|To feel thy love and thy great love 4272|So heart-stir of joy and love! 4272|The dew is on the roses on my cheek, 4272|The birds are singing loud and clear 4272|And sweet to me their new-born lay. 4272|There is no morning breath by day 4272|So like a Father's kiss as this, 4272|Which sweetly stirs a gentle breast, 4272|And all the earth for me is kind, 4272|And all my joy of life is grand, 4272|As through the meads I stray and rove, 4272|I see the blooms, I hear the song, 4272|And tell to some young lover said, 4272|The night is like to end to-day, 4272|Though I and all the world may be. 4272|Oh do not ask how fair is May, 4272|But be content with blushing Rose, 4272|The yellow, the rose-red, the glow, 4272|The pride, the beauty of the spring. 4272|A thousand silken threads unfurl 4272|Within my breast, and bind my hair 4272|With a strong chain of love, where lies 4272|A precious token, that the love 4272|Which ties me to the earth and air 4272|Shall not expire with the death of May. 4272|O do not weep! There is a night for rest, 4272|And this, my soul, is the day. 4272|And if we part as we have often been, 4272|And if this last sad, strange, lonely night, 4272|Should pass unquenched of hope and memory, 4272|I know not how, but I shall feel it well, 4272|When I the last sad tear shall leave away; 4272|When, as I walk along the world-wide strand, 4272|I watch the last sad wave at leisure ======================================== SAMPLE 3650 ======================================== 14019|With their rich arms, his men of war. 14019|"If aught betide to thee, my son, 14019|I pray thee to our God appeal; 14019|And if by thee we've been undone, 14019|Grant us the aid ye may not need." 14019|He spake to him the Pope a thing, 14019|Whose words the Frenchman did obey. 14019|Himself 'twas, the Archbishop of Aix, 14019|Whose visage shone full as the gold, 14019|And he, the Abbot of Saint Praxed, 14019|Struck the blow that brought the day. 14019|When the Pope was by a score of men, 14019|There on the bridge he stood, alone; 14019|All his men stood there on the place, 14019|That the Emperor in his palace might, 14019|That the Emperor of France might see 14019|Who was the cause of all the grief so keen. 14019|He stood a while and look'd at them, 14019|That the Emperor of Spain might see, 14019|Who was the cause of all their strife: 14019|"That be the man that has caused it this, 14019|Of all the people that are here." 14019|Whilst he sat on the bridge's arch, 14019|In a great boat, of red sand he stood, 14019|In water all so green and clear, 14019|That the fishes of the river seemed to be 14019|Like the light of moonlight on the sand. 14019|'Twas Falspa, the Abbot, of Ferrara, 14019|The Archdeacon of the Franks did name, 14019|For he hath many enemies and foes, 14019|That hold Saint Vergilius in dread,-- 14019|Of these men he makes many count. 14019|With him, with him he have fifty score, 14019|And twenty men he hath of flame, 14019|That, if he but the bridge be by, 14019|They will cause him great destruction. 14019|He's mighty in the use of arms, 14019|With the bow and the corslet he's great, 14019|And with lance and sword beside, 14019|But if by his foes this bridge he try, 14019|There will the Archduke be undone. 14019|He stands up in his mighty arms 14019|'Gainst all their numbers and might, 14019|And he will, though all against him 'tis, 14019|Have the mastery of the fight. 14019|And now he comes to see his death, 14019|And to hear the things that are to be; 14019|To all he will, if all be true, 14019|He has brought with him to France. 14019|Fierce the Franks are, I ween, 14019|And fierce is Baligant the old; 14019|Firigond is the Archbishop; 14019|Each one must fight to the last; 14019|Sons of each father that died in the strife 14019|May not be his while it is day. 14019|Sith his great heart is sore dismayed, 14019|Of his host and of Franks so true, 14019|He will ever for peace strive 14019|That a Pope be not so much sought. 14019|That they take vengeance for his fall, 14019|And of his kingdom the title claim; 14019|And that to King Charlemagne, 14019|He at least with his life may go. 14019|He will hold with him in this battle, 14019|Ere it is set in the list of right: 14019|And the Lord of the Franks will give 14019|To be their aid in this last fit. 14019|The Abbot of Saint Praxed 14019|Saith the Norman his brother is dead, 14019|And his sons, like flies, are all gone; 14019|As from the town on the sea's breast, 14019|He can see his people all cry: 14019|"Aye! aye! in the coming year 14019|Our Franks will be with you no more; 14019|The archbishop and the priests will stand 14019|On either side of you at your side, 14019|As in our father King Louis' reign, 14 ======================================== SAMPLE 3660 ======================================== 21303|She sings, as if her heart would cry, 21303|The sweet sweet music of the night. 21303|Her little heart with bliss is bound 21303|Like the blue of a clear blue sky, 21303|And her eyes like stars to-night 21303|Shine with soft delight and bliss 21303|From the sweet lids of the moon. 21303|And, in her eyes, a subtle glow 21303|Makes them the wonder of the land; 21303|For, in those eyes, the light of dawn 21303|Rises o'er the waters blue 21303|That lie in the silver light 21303|Of the moon-beaming skies: 21303|The moon is in the skies, and she 21303|Watches the stars so clear and bright 21303|Laugh in their silvery light, 21303|While they shine in a silent glow, 21303|As she lies in her dream. 21303|The little house of home is in the West, 21303|That is so green and so sweet, 21303|And the little house of home is in the West, 21303|And the little house is here. 21303|The little house of home is in the West, 21303|And the little house is green; 21303|And the little house of home is in the West, 21303|But I've never been. 21303|They've given me money and good gold, 21303|A gun, and a hat, and a beard; 21303|And then I've come to the little house of home, 21303|And I'm here as long as I like. 21303|I've never been to the little house of home, 21303|And I never will at all; 21303|But if I stay here I shall never come home, 21303|And I never will at all. 21303|My mother says she's going out wher' I live, 21303|To the great, great west; 21303|And says that a man should be brave if he would, 21303|And do things that were right. 21303|My father, if there been any, knows it not, 21303|So I do to myself; 21303|And when I grow up and become a man, 21303|I'll take the old man's advice. 21303|I never was to gold before, 21303|I'm going for a gun 21303|And I'll take the advice of my father true, 21303|And make it sharp; 21303|Then at six and six I'll run away, 21303|And buy me a gun; 21303|And at eight I shall never come back; 21303|And I hope, afore they find me out, 21303|I've got no money to buy you a gun, 21303|No money--in my shop 21303|So I'm in a great, great hurry, 21303|But you never mind, at all. 21303|Why, if you could only see 21303|What we are on this journey, 21303|What a world we'd be made of! 21303|What a life, what a love, 21303|Of joy that each has known. 21303|And 'twill then be, when you see 21303|That we're this way going forward, 21303|And that you live for work, 21303|That you're always tired of play, 21303|That you have always been a man; 21303|That you have always lived in work, 21303|That you're always sick of play, 21303|That you would never work another 21303|Till you worked your life away-- 21303|You're now about to see the world, 21303|And all these long years go by, 21303|And you can talk of your joys again 21303|Of the years that're gone by. 21303|I've gone and done my bit, 21303|For I don't think I'll miss you then, 21303|And so to-morrow when you are dead, 21303|Come and call me 'Poor Child'." 21303|"It's very merry," said his mother, "to think that, a 21303|month from now, he'll be lying in a hospital in a 21303|surgery business. But you will not come, please don't; 21303|for I'm sorry you must leave to-morrow." ======================================== SAMPLE 3670 ======================================== 1004|Of what thou heard'st, which seems so grievous a perdition 1004|To thee. Yet in this world I was not satisfied; 1004|But unto the furthest dominions of the nations 1004|Of Heaven am come, to suffer the salt partings 1004|Of the just, and after that to pass through 1004|The unapproachable air with them to suffer. 1004|Ere through the middle firmament I had come, 1004|My Father who from eternity is sovereign 1004|Changed me again into a bird of healing; 1004|For already on mine eyelids is the salt 1004|Tost by the way; and all my bill and beak 1004|He set by demons into such measure 1004|As makes them only profitable for to catch 1004|Rivers of tears, that they be not altered 1004|By the place from whence they fell. And as it chanced, 1004|Utmost of them came to my Beleagets, 1004|Through corruption entire; and such as Cleombrotos 1004|Was to me, and Tydides to Strophos, 1004|Those to the fruit of Cleombrotus were by him, 1004|And to the nectareous Tityrus came. 1004|To him the Beleagets ioyed in their delights, 1004|But ill for him the Nectareous ate. 1004|And he, the naturall starr, who had beheld 1004|The dress of Augustin, and was wont to love 1004|His neighbour more than himself, but only him, 1004|Impell'd on his knees down to the ground to fall. 1004|Ah! how therewith did I involv'd remua, 1004|Turning round to me with all the heart I had, 1004|My sister, and all down unto the ground 1004|Did I make my overture to him therewith; 1004|Because my How can show him all remuneration, 1004|Whether paid or unsought. "O brother mine, 1004|Why dost thou hang back, and turn not humbly," 1004|I cried, "and have the heart to tell him all?" 1004|Whereon his visage instantly was chang'd; 1004|And unto me my mind he chang'd of Right, 1004|And said: "That which thou seest in me, is the Loving, 1004|And I the creature of right. If ye know, 1004|list'ning to my sayings, will I tell thee how." 1004|And I: "Very well thou shouldst explain the truth!" 1004|From that chang'd heapascion whence he had ta'en 1004|His form the Poet spirit took again, 1004|And said: "If I satisfy your wish, 1004|thou needst not grammar learn to cage or wile." 1004|Then he a little onward mov'd on, 1004|And entertain'd me with song eternal and divine; 1004|Singing the transport that is in souls born 1004|And wastes of fire, and all unprofan'd things, 1004|Singing how equal was love in former times, 1004|And whether soul beats upon itself 1004|As bodies do in Heat, or whether it 1004|Boils from its stem, if it be female, 1004|And not if it be male. "These proceeds, 1004| Brother unto you in division true, 1004|From principles true, which not for ends deviates, 1004|Providing such be not aforefore possessed. 1004|The soul that to the limit of the sky 1004|Standeth, as ye behold, loaden with the note 1004|Of one single sphere, in extent no more 1004|Or less than that our sinews be in height. 1004|And as the sun doth pierce through ether pure, 1004|Downward along the sojourn of his course, 1004|So did our bodily frame, from act to act, 1004|Through body spacious, toward the pilgrimage, 1004|Through inward vigour, where issue forth 1004|The bright lyre and voice, where all was prime. 1004|And from the hollow shells, which yet remain 1004|From out the living seed, true witness bear 1004|Of Him, who ======================================== SAMPLE 3680 ======================================== 19385|The first time I was so tipp'd wi' a laird, 19385|And my heart was as free, as free could be, 19385|As a ghaist o'ween two blue hills on a lea; 19385|The land was fair--the air was fresh and free; 19385|Oh! I had naething to gi'e to a laird-- 19385|A bonie mither had dang my heart fu' sore; 19385|I had naething to gi'e to a laird-- 19385|Bonie mither had dang my heart fu' sore:-- 19385|But the mither o' my youth was a widow, 19385|And the day she gae gaed for the poorest housemaid; 19385|And the laird came hame as a stranger, 19385|Wi' a bottle at his belt--a bottle at his belt. 19385|Then the bottle-nymph's heart gied a pang, 19385|While she thought of her dead mother o' the seas; 19385|Her auld grey mither she was sae my sister, 19385|The mither o' her young son, the bonie, bonie bairn; 19385|And she gae'd for the waver, a waver, a waver; 19385|That was the cause that my heart was owre the bottle. 19385|The bottle-nymph's heart gied a pang, 19385|While she thought of her dead mother o' the seas; 19385|The bottle-nymph gaed for the waver, 19385|At the last--at the last--at the last-- 19385|That was the cause that my heart was owre the bottle. 19385|It gars you gars you gars you gars you gars you gars you gars you gars you gars you gars 19385|The bottle-mother she's gane, and the bottle-bairn' sits 19385|Like a fay in the lammie--like a boddish, foolish fay; 19385|But the bottle-bairn' is the loveliest lammie 19385|That ever was bonie--lovely wight is the bottle-bairn'. 19385|The bottle-mother she's gane, and the bottle-bairn' sits 19385|In a lane that the bottle-bairn' and bottle-mother were wont; 19385|But he comes back to his mither--ah, the dear! 19385|The dear we have languished in a teary place o'er; 19385|But the bairn is the loveliest lammie 19385|That ever was bonie--lovely wight is the bottle-bairn'. 19385|Oh, weel now, ye fairy folk, by and by, 19385|I'll tell of a fairy garden near unto us, 19385|Where we may mingle in innocence and delight, 19385|While we, like the bottle-maid, wander here and there, 19385|Till we, like the bottle-mother, rest and are gone. 19385|There are trees, there, like a forest tree; 19385|But the bairn is not such the thing; 19385|Nae langer he can reach in haste, 19385|Saying, "I am there--alone!" 19385|For he can sit and rest ne'er so free, 19385|Till the wind and the storm are o'er, 19385|And he sighs, "I am not for to see 19385|When I am alone!" 19385|But aye he's happy if and when 19385|A' those leaves in a forest arise-- 19385|"I am that forest--a forest's meed 19385|Of all that's green"--and how happy to see 19385|The rainbow's shining course? 19385|For aye the bottle-mother's the one 19385|A maiden may not woo to-day; 19385|But aye she maun be--a bottle-mother. 19385|Oh, the night and the day, when we were away, 19385|The time when the spring was in flower, 19385|When, for my love, I bade you, and I was glad, 19385|On the lily-casks to lie; ======================================== SAMPLE 3690 ======================================== 1287|When I thy dear form behold? 1287|If I can hear thee sighing, 1287|And thy sighing hear me, 1287|Then I hear the world is lying, 1287|And the world's lying sees me. 1287|Oh that Fate to me were given! 1287|Yes! the world is given and given. 1287|And yet--and yet--what's that to me? 1287|When thou wast walking by the fountain, 1287|And thy hair was white, and all the flowers were fresh, 1287|When I saw thee coming by the fountain, 1287|I took a white silk basket, 1287|And went to thy dwelling; 1287|'Twas on the fourth day of thy coming 1287|I went to thy dwelling! 1287|If upon the sixth thyself I met thee, 1287|Thou wouldst not let me stay, I could not stay; 1287|I could not stay;--'twas the fate of all things 1287|To go to thy dwelling. 1287|"What's that to thee? 1287|Or what's that to thee?" 1287|What's that to thee, my love? 1287|Or what's that to thee? 1287|When my young lover 1287|Seemed well and was walking, 1287|Then I, who never 1287|Came without his guiding, 1287|Did not go alone. 1287|When the love of my young lover 1287|Seemed well and was walking, 1287|Then I went, the master, 1287|To the master's dwelling. 1287|To the master's dwelling; 1287|And my lover 1287|Seemed well and was walking, 1287|And I wandered 1287|Through the chamber 1287|Where he lay 1287|Till our little boy 1287|At the door came sprightly. 1287|Then I ran to the door: 1287|"Sweetheart, Sweetheart, my sweet one, 1287|Hark what she says, 1287|My dear little boy! 1287|"Little boy, come home 1287|To the room you and me; 1287|The master's lover 1287|Has been well and been wandering, 1287|Little child, I love you dearly, 1287|Little boy, come with me now." 1287|If I go by thy side then? 1287|If I go by thy side then? 1287|If he'll not say "yes" to me, I'll follow him then. 1287|If he will say "yes" to me then, I will follow him then. 1287|"Who are you?" cried the lady. 1287|"I," cried the lady. 1287|I'll tell you: the lady 1287|Follows the little son. 1287|My sweetheart is sick,-- 1287|Her husband's come to see her. 1287|Come, sweetheart, take physic, 1287|My son is not ill, 1287|I shall cure him without waiting for thee. 1287|If he were not so small, 1287|I would heal him withal; 1287|For this my pain he is all thy own. 1287|If he were not so small, 1287|I would take him also hence; 1287|I should not be loth to do so. 1287|So I took him physic, 1287|My son was not ill, 1287|I did the very best I could. 1287|And then I took him physic, 1287|All that I could; 1287|But, alas, I could not get 1287|My darling to rise. 1287|So I took him physic, 1287|But, alas! 1287|I'd have got him up more fast 1287|If the lady had arisen 1287|And then I kissed her forehead. 1287|Yes, I do think 1287|That was the cause 1287|That made him rise so fast. 1287|She was crying so, 1287|All unconscious 1287|That my sweetheart had arisen. 1287|She arose, she went, 1287|I was sore afraid 1287|And said: "He will never rise again." 1287|Yes, she's dead, 1287| ======================================== SAMPLE 3700 ======================================== 21003|The world was all before the world was thine, 21003|That I for thee my life might build. 21003|The world was all before the world was mine-- 21003|'Tis thine the part of it to keep. 21003|All things were gathered in thy grasp, 21003|With hands and feet and hearts of gold-- 21003|The flower, the tree, the grass, the sky, 21003|All gathered to thy mighty hand, 21003|All made to please thy sweet wishes. 21003|This was the very time the birds were tuned, 21003|And now the air is full of dreams of flowers, 21003|As they come softly round the corner whence they came, 21003|And through the window, softly--all the way. 21003|As they come softly round the corner where they stood, 21003|I see the lovely young faces of young folk, 21003|Like little birds that come back home to roost again; 21003|Their feet, like all the freshness of the spring, 21003|The birds have left, while their sweet song goes, 21003|The sweet song goes like silver from of old, 21003|And the sweet song goes through all these hours, 21003|So sweet, for the morning sun will take 21003|Some memory of them in its rays, 21003|And they will be but half forgotten. 21003|And still the birds go round and round, 21003|To sing their little new-born strains, 21003|As softly on the corner as before 21003|They come back home--the birds of love, O! 21003|The birds of love, O the goodly birds, 21003|The glad birds that come back to me, 21003|How can ye come back, O the bird, 21003|With song of life and hope of Heaven, 21003|When my heart is so sick and empty-hearted? 21003|It is too dark to dream--but this is one 21003|The night is coming in the quiet skies, 21003|And I shall sink into my couch, my own true bed 21003|All still--or at least, till the bright morning light. 21003|I shall lie down on that cold, familiar head, 21003|That was the pillow of my youth; a pillow now, 21003|And I shall rest--I, and I only! 21003|For I am old, and must not sleep with one, 21003|I am old, and there are many a grave too cold, 21003|And the grave that loved me is so cold and blind, 21003|I would rather lie and gaze in the eyes of Death, 21003|Then creep into my own grave. 21003|'Tis said the wind blows out the light and the dark, 21003|The grey falls from the world--but, when the day is done, 21003|There's glory in the sun! 21003|The sun's a red, red-topped rose, and the wind's a horn 21003|That blasts the chill of the night, 21003|But we can feel the soft, sweet air is sweet. 21003|Aye, we can feel the soft, sweet air, 21003|The cold wind's fierce song, the chill of the night, 21003|The wind's and the wind's bitter sting; 21003|But no sun with the dawn of the days can sweeten the air 21003|Of our own home,--oh, no sun!--no dawn to cheer 21003|With its golden glory our own home! 21003|The sun breaks in the dark--but, at last, 21003|God's grace, it is sweet out and about-- 21003|The dewy grass, that we loved, the grasses rare, 21003|The dewy leaves, that were sweetest of all-- 21003|Not even the winds, nor the snow, nor the sleet, 21003|Can reach our home,--oh, no, not even Him! 21003|The sky has risen, but the sun doth not break; 21003|And though the night doth hold the veil of snow, 21003|Its light shall fill the world with day. 21003|The sun is risen in the gray, but 'tis past; 21003|But he shall rest eternally in the west-- 21003|For there are worlds where all the sun has set, 21003|Then hang still, like a ======================================== SAMPLE 3710 ======================================== 1382|And of the dead, 1382|And of her children dead: 1382|'For love of thee, 1382|Thy children, the dead, 1382|In our last of aeschaemies, 1382|Who is he, the old man that's crying 1382|When I hear the old lament 1382|'My children fallen, 1382|My children slain 1382|By yon spear-head of the Lord?' 1382|O, the old man he is shrieking 1382|As that spear-head leaps into heaven: 1382|'O my children fallen, 1382|My children slain, 1382|In the sword of my Father slain; 1382|Where is the old man now 1382|That knew his great God's shame, 1382|His sin was one with mine; 1382|'For I loved him so much, 1382|They loved him so much, 1382|They loved him so much, 1382|That he left his mother's arms 1382|For my brother-man John John. 1382|'His sister's children, 1382|In arms of his keeping, 1382|Pallid, a dark-hued shadow; 1382|And when they had done him wrong 1382|My old father, my father, 1382|'His children were dead, 1382|The children to me, 1382|His children dead, 1382|And he fled as they fled, 1382|Pale as a spectre I look: 1382|'In the land of my birth, 1382|I see them not, 1382|I see them not, 1382|I see them not, 1382|I see them not, 1382|I see them not, 1382|I see them not,' 1382|And so from a troubled dream 1382|The dream seemed to break. 1382|And he had seen them die 1382|As the night-wind dies, 1382|I saw that, when the night was full, 1382|I saw that he must die. 1382|His feet, his hands of woe, 1382|His body, pale and thin; 1382|His eyes I saw to weep 1382|As they looked of old at nought. 1382|Then he was one with me; 1382|He was old and I young; 1382|Our feet had journeyed on, 1382|Our hands had done their work, 1382|And in our hands had fallen, 1382|We stood together: that was all. 1382|When I looked up, his eyes 1382|Did I gaze on the same 1382|To which I gazed at nought, 1382|As if a ghost from the tomb 1382|Gleamed up the world with a ray. 1382|His hands of woe were white 1382|On the sad heart's brink, 1382|And his hands soothed and wept; 1382|On the sick heart's brink, 1382|Where the sick heart stood to bear 1382|Tears at the lips of the dead, 1382|Breathing in his last, 1382|And with hands of woe 1382|Heaping tears in his heart. 1382|'O my heart is sick!' 1382|The old man cried, 1382|'My heart is sick!' 1382|'And the sun of my youth, 1382|The sun of my youth, 1382|Fades as we stand to-night 1382|Upon the mountain-height 1382|With arms uplifted high, 1382|For a space of prayer: 1382|'O my heart is sick, 1382|My heart is sick! 1382|For a space of prayer 1382|To thee the mountain-high 1382|Shall wave with its storm 1382|For a brief time, then wane, 1382|And sleep in silence dark. 1382|'But a vision shall be 1382|To tell it to thee, 1382|That thy sorrow is gone, 1382|Thy grief of all the past, 1382|Thy woe to-night at rest, 1382|Till earth and the grave shall be. 1382|'Then shall the old man be, 1382|That loved like this eye, ======================================== SAMPLE 3720 ======================================== 4253|"Yes," he answered faintly, and no doubt with sorrow; but 4253|I don't mind the sound of those feet at all.-- 4253|It is, I am not sure--what we call foot and hand--in 4253|one's most delightful days: 4253|For at the moment when those footsteps stop, in 4253|that little green room, I never have a heart to 4253|call them by their names. 4253|And so they go on, still, as if they were not there: 4253|(For I know that, if I had one, I think I should cry 4253|more, when they should enter it.) 4253|And so we walk, and walk together, you and I: 4253|And here where we stand,--behind us!--is the path, 4253|By which I came; and there, just as I expect, goes 4253|the path I came from above. 4253|And there they stand; and we walk side by side, 4253|As if not found within the same place; and, 4253|by my own self, I feel ashamed to call them by 4253|their names. 4253|And, after all, there may be no other things 4253|Seen in our two lives, but is of this know: 4253|_That we, by walking side by side, 4253|Never can look in each other's eyes, 4253|But must know each other by that test._ 4253|There was an Italian youth,--he loved music, 4253|And spent his time in uningling notes. 4253|But when the sweet, melodious village girls 4253|Wrote in a book upon the woods, 4253|Some one of these girls, who had her hand laid 4253|Upon the page, caught up the music, 4253|And ran across the room, to hand her in 4253|The music-penned edition; and 4253|The copy of the book she brought with her; 4253|Now did not this sweet player find that she 4253|Had written what she ought not, but she 4253|Had added what she would not take away, 4253|And left, the pages, not so well written. 4253|And then a new and wiser woman 4253|Went round this fellow's house in question 4253|To give him something to consume: 4253|And this new woman had another thought. 4253|And this is why I said one of them 4253|Caught up the music, put it in a dish 4253|Where others he could only see 4253|As in a book of divinity. 4253|"Well--" said the player, "I say to both 4253|Your wives, and children, and my own self, 4253|We play the same old part; 4253|But when I look at those old notes again, 4253|Or hear them as they're remembered there, 4253|I very nearly think 4253|'Twas all a childish dream, a common one 4253|Which made me listen, thinking myself-- 4253|And this I fear, because he did not name 4253|His own name,--but was in truth the same 4253|Who now would be so sweet an intruder here 4253|As in the days of long ago, at night, 4253|To snuff and snore at once, and turn, and flit 4253|A half-remembered dream, 4253|That now is gone. 4253|"But you were never like me, my little man, 4253|Who have my memory, and it is true, 4253|For, when I wake at the approach of morn, 4253|I can recall not only what I saw-- 4253|Myself, for such the day-- 4253|But how I met your little brother, too! 4253|As, on her way to the church to pray, 4253|I heard him coming with a sharp cry, 4253|And felt the cold, and saw no path to follow, 4253|And was alone, without any word, 4253|And now he comes again, and yet again, 4253|Without speaking word or seeming to, 4253|And yet again, and yet again, 4253|To make me go there, and have one last look. 4253|"You were not like ======================================== SAMPLE 3730 ======================================== 8187|"That's my true love--that's my angel!" 8187|"It's as well," said the king, 8187|"That the world should be blinded, 8187|"As he knows she's a devil-- 8187|"No one knows that she's my wife, 8187|"That she's my angel!" 8187|A dame of high degree, 8187|With ample wealth of head, 8187|And a mind, that thro' all life 8187|Doth, with a sure content, 8187|Live by self, without a rival;-- 8187|I say, what's more, 'tis so-- 8187|That while she lives, she lives; 8187|And that's the truest law 8187|In her own heart, or her own head, 8187|Which ever has loved right. 8187|I'll tell, what they have told 8187|Around their walls before 8187|Their guests--what the praise is, 8187|In the fair world's midst, 8187|Which each one hath won;-- 8187|The first in their degree, 8187|And, I trust, at their own ease, 8187|The fairest and best of all 8187|Who e'er have entered there. 8187|In their first degree, no meaner, 8187|One in their next, 8187|And the third, that we call virtue, 8187|Which, though great in the sight, 8187|Is all that it can stretch, 8187|When its full length is made visible, 8187|And shows, with what a virtue, 8187|The hand that is nearest it. 8187|'Tis a ring of the eyes which makes 8187|The life-blood of the star, 8187|That on the pathway of being 8187|Still follows its own path. 8187|And this degree so bright, 8187|'Twill shine in the midst of storms, 8187|As they that can't get on 8187|In firmness or wealth: 8187|A grace, a sanctity 8187|Of all men's hearts and eyes 8187|That are at all times near, 8187|Or are to come, or are here, 8187|And that will forever be. 8187|In their second view, 8187|And seen in their third, 8187|They'll make that eye be 8187|Just as good as when first _seen_, 8187|And they'll prove that the fourth 8187|Is the bright, pure, greatest. 8187|It will be as good, 8187|As if she had not stayed in it, 8187|And in this 8187|Is the fairest of all. 8187|"_Italici carmen_" says the saying of our great 8187|poet, 8187|"The worst of all tongues, _aliquando_," was the Greek's 8187|best Italian proverb, 8187|and its power with ours is felt even in our English 8187|version. 8187|Now, as our Latin has a sound about it which is 8187|uneasy, 8187|And our English in its turn has an "allegro" which is 8187|tongue but weak, 8187|Let us try to say 8187|The things which we ought to say, 8187|That our English is a tongue of sound in which we 8187|shall ever find it easy to find fault, 8187|And are prone to say, "as if _I_ had been there_," 8187|when they're seen, as "I have not seen yet,"-- 8187|But how could we give a proper sense to such a 8187|thing as that? 8187|"_Dic mihi vidit Diomede, 8187|Tu quoque di turpe. 8187|'Tis a fair furlough, ye'll own, 8187|And he has two or three to lend. 8187|'Twere like Heaven to stay for aye, 8187|And then to come again!_" 8187|"Oh yes," quo' the youth, "but _if_ I mean, 8187|When he comes and shakes his good hand on't, 8187|'Tis with other gift than wine, sir: ======================================== SAMPLE 3740 ======================================== 27195|'Put on your coat, 'n' come o'er the fens. 27195|We'll sit down and chat and eat and drink. 27195|"I made a wife, 27195|She spoiled my han'; 27195|When ole woman done, 27195|What do you do? 27195|"You run 'n' hide, 27195|You scamp'raggate', 27195|You'll dror the wife; 27195|When ole woman done, 27195|What do you do? 27195|"I'll make 'er a nest, 27195|An' nest you'll git, 27195|If you's the nest o' the husband,-- 27195|You know I did. 27195|"If the wife will 'ave nuver been, 27195|An' yer wife will 'ave died, 27195|I'll live in yer grave, 27195|An' will be true to 'er." 27195|He sot down on his back an' 'eighly bowed 27195|An' 'e grieved a little when he bowed; 27195|But when he saw 'er eyes grow dim an' p'int, 27195|He knew 'er true as Eve 'eath 'is ve'y ve'y. 27195|An' so the two of 'er got married an' married, 27195|'E had 'is little 'ead to wish, 27195|An' so 'e brides fer to be married in, 27195|'E never made no more fuss about. 27195|But 'e was 'andsome as 'e wuz, an' 'undreds 27195|Of the, many 'andsome things you 'ave said; 27195|An' some day a letter came to 'is station; 27195|But it said,--"Mr. 'Lood, if you send in 27195|A lad, as tall as you, with the name 27195|O' a woman, who 'as brought a bundle 27195|Of firewood to fire- house, and when you 27195|Give her a penny, with the money 'at is 27195|Dropp'd in my heart; she has 'al'd a boy, 27195|And you 'as had a 'and; that boy's _now_ 27195|A man of the army," it said. 27195|"'E's all one, an' yer 'ad it, you see; 27195|That's why we're wedded to-day," said 'e. 27195|'E 'uzn't 'ardin' the matter when 'e saw 27195|'Im chawin' out a wager with 'is 'ands; 27195|So 'ow much love 'e gave 'im 'ide. 27195|"That's scot ye right fer that, I'll bet ye," said 'e. 27195|As they walked along a yaller road, 27195|They 'd sot the night till day, 27195|But they wuz onnymphs all day; 27195|There was honey in the air. 27195|W'en they went down by the road, 27195|A big, fat owl was flyin' 27195|An' it 'ud _steal_ the money in 27195|The w'en they go up by 'ome. 27195|'E 'uzn't got no time fer tears, 27195|You put your foot in, and I'll say 27195|"You shall have two more bob by-bye." 27195|But a peewit in a fir-tree 27195|Was callin' back-wards an' sassy, 27195|An' the owl yade a p'int, 27195|'E'll wuk thirty bob by-nd o' you. 27195|That's 'ow I did an' this seet went away, 27195|An' there I left a pile o' bones. 27195|The middlin' moon looks down on this place, 27195|It jus' shine like a little star at'ween. 27195|The pinks be'ind the lilac trees, 27195|An' the wind sails by in a long, 27195|Rip'in' dirges from the dark. 27195|Where the willows hang in the creek, 27195|A garden be ======================================== SAMPLE 3750 ======================================== I was a goodly captain, 3698|But am weary of my troubles. 3698|I will not make any more journeys. 3698|I will not roam at large like others, 3698|No more seek fame from the mouths of others. 3698|Let a man rise and a man make 3698|By his merit to be heard and followed, 3698|I will follow none, for none is great like 3698|My great qualities, 3698|And the world will say, 3698|This man in all good deeds was reckoned, 3698|And this man has been worthily reckoned, 3698|I am weary of my troubles. 3698|I will make no more voyages. 3698|I do not want any others, 3698|I would have my own way, 3698|And the world will laugh, and say, 3698|But he got it who should have been crippled, 3698|This man was reckoned poor and useless, 3698|And had a bad end. 3698|I will have no others. 3698|I am old, and I am hungry, 3698|I long for refreshment and good bread, 3698|And would be satisfied 3698|Without the assistance of others, 3698|And would be content 3698|With the work myself would have given them, 3698|In my own cause I am fighting, 3698|My own purpose my only strength is, 3698|I know all that I do, 3698|I know the secrets of my heart, 3698|I never tell a lie-- 3698|My only secret is my mind." 3698|"But you were never told all." 3698|"Yes, I was taught all, 3698|And sometimes I was told not to tell it, 3698|And sometimes I was allowed to confess it 3698|But I was never told all." 3698|"Was that a reason for his suffering?" 3698|"There are other things, 3698|For I was taught all, 3698|And sometimes it was not to be disclosed, 3698|And sometimes it was allowed to confide it 3698|But it was never told all. 3698|"Was that a reason for his being silent?" 3698|"No, the thing is so singular!" 3698|"Had his friends known where he was hiding, 3698|He might have made a lamentation. 3698|They were only his friends." 3698|"Was this a reason for his being absent?" 3698|"No, not really, I believe. 3698|He was to work; and he did not know where 3698|To look for it, his trouble was he keeping 3698|His thoughts close to his heart. 3698|"Would you work if you knew all? 3698|Why, you would faint; and you might drop with pain, 3698|And you might faint from working, and miss time. 3698|I can work if I will, and I can work all, 3698|In my own way; I am the one in power." 3698|"That is a lie." 3698|"True, I told many lies. 3698|I always said my life was a mockery, 3698|That I was going places, and always found 3698|Myself in sorrow while I thought to go; 3698|That no thought in my head would yield me any 3698|Contentment, or I found it but discontent. 3698|I could not believe all my life was a joke, 3698|It was not that I felt no comfort anywhere, 3698|That no peace would come with any change of lot 3698|But I had a reason to feel discontent. 3698|And so I told them all my secret pain 3698|And my secret sad complaints, 3698|Which I always kept in my mind, 3698|And all of my secret sad complaints. 3698|How did my friends believe my false complaints? 3698|The same as the men were inclined to think 3698|Their friends, who, on my decease, 3698|Wore scarlet caps and their tails cut short. 3698|But my sad complaints they believed, 3698|And the same as their friends believed them."-- 3698|"But there was always a reason given, 3698|And there was always a reason taken. 3698|I saw it continually, ======================================== SAMPLE 3760 ======================================== 1852|I am sure I will not ask you any questions, my dear friend. 1852|"Your compliments to my friend, to my friend, to my friends!" 1852|"Your friend, my dear Doctor Gilder; where he is." 1852|His eyes sparkled, in which no man knows his intentions. 1852|For a moment I pondered the words; 1852|But I soon remembered the voice 1852|In all its eloquence. 1852|"O you mean, my dear Doctor," said I, 1852|"You are a friend of the Kaiser, right?" 1852|She shook her head. 1852|"No, indeed, I was only answering your question," 1852|Replied the Doctor sadly. 1852|"No, my dear fellow; I only wanted to say 1852|That my friend is no member of the Kaiser's family." 1852|"The Kaiser, my dear Doctor?" I cried joyfully. 1852|"Yes, my dear boy," the mother of the Doctor repeated. 1852|"I know, 1852|I believe. I only meant to ask if you would kindly 1852|please to write my name down, on a piece of paper, 1852|Under the name of 'Alice C. Gilder'. 1852|"In what state do you live, sir, both at present and hereafter?" 1852|"Living in constant anxiety for health and for fortune." 1852|"And now, my dear girl, I am in the greatest haste, because I have 1852|"Nay, sir, you mean--you do believe, do you, doctor, that, 1852|This is the truth, then; that the Kaiser's wife is the Kaiser's 1852|daughter, 1852|And his child, in the same phrase, 1852|A fact too well known to depend on a matter of fact. 1852|"And the Kaiser himself," 1852|"Of course, my boy!" she exclaimed, and the tears 1852|Roguish in her eyes and the trembling which trembled throughout 1852|"What do you mean?" 1852|"That I should appear in the presence of a lady of my age, in 1852|"And what should be done with me?" 1852|"Of course, my daughter! with the utmost of my honor I wish 1852|What do you now for? In short, do you wish a gallant and 1852|"What are the rest of the Kaiser's women? Oh, a 1852|charm in dress!" 1852|"Ay, a charm in dress! yes! the charm that gives them a 1852|blessing at the time of their sorrow! A nurse and a 1852|pupil, 1852|All love them as dutiful children: an ever-watchful eye, a 1852|love and tender care, 1852|A care, too, for the young--a kind of maternal care, 1852|The lady replied at last: "I only said that I thought you 1852|were glad to find your old friend a lady of rank, and was proud 1852|he had known to be the child of a lady of rank. I 1852|must ask your pardon on that very ground; but I meant to 1852|ask you, too, that you write the Kaiser a letter, with a 1852|message of hope and of promise. In friendship you cannot 1852|deprive another of his thanks, but it is in friendship that 1852|the heart of a friend finds the fullest expression." 1852|At once, in the midst of these friendly addresses, 1852|Gilder's heart sank. 1852|There still lay 1852|The father, the mother, and the baby. They knew not. 1852|They could neither think nor feel. 1852|They could only hear 1852|The faint echo of voices that for many a year had 1852|possessed them; and yet, what had that been? 1852|He stood beside his lifeless son, with one arm around him, 1852|He looked up, and he saw that his son was not there. 1852|And what was this? 1852|He had no thought for the moment of anything. 1852|"I feel you, father," she whispered. "I feel you." 1852|A terrible struggle ensued! "How long have you stood thus, ======================================== SAMPLE 3770 ======================================== 18500|For 'twas a' the lasses aye had been in our debt: 18500|But God 's an' willdi, I dinna care a boddle, 18500|If lasses is alang the lasses erstwhile dear. 18500|As for the devil, I wadna cross his blast; 18500|The lasses are gude enough, how he daur you scoff! 18500|He's my ain, and I'll ance be his, in wondrous case; 18500|We needna do a wrang to 'll help our part. 18500|We're gaun to London, 18500|We're gaun to London; 18500|We're gaun to London, 18500|Wad laird us a'! 18500|O'er the hills and mountains, 18500|O'er the shoals and rivers, 18500|O'er the heather, 18500|To the land of hills and mountains. 18500|Up the heather-gemmocks, 18500|Up the snow-drifts, 18500|Flowing ever with the murmuring of waters, 18500|To the land of mountains 18500|Where the mountains weep; 18500|There to lie on "the sunny side" of mountains, 18500|With the valleys below; 18500|Where the valleys, 18500|Bright with beauty, 18500|Bold with beauty, 18500|Down in dale-nooks, 18500|Where the glen-holes 18500|Spread their shield-beams 18500|Through the winter-tide; 18500|Foliage-shadows 18500|Softly glimmering 18500|On the hazels, 18500|Foliage-glooms 18500|In the heath: 18500|Ae bed of broom 18500|By a hawthorn forest, 18500|Branchyte braid, 18500|Shroudy-shadowy, 18500|Bridled with bramble. 18500|There the swallow 18500|Whispers over 18500|As he flirts with the daisy; 18500|Tinkles the bells 18500|From the ferny 18500|To the pine-tops-- 18500|"Twinkle, tinkle, 18500|Ivy-stone," 18500|Sings the daffodil. 18500|In the glens 18500|Sighing ditties 18500|Strive the throstle, 18500|In his honey-moon, 18500|Sighing, sighing, sings the bat; 18500|Honey-hunters, 18500|Straying tigers, 18500|In the woods, 18500|Thrill not so! 18500|Leave them to the throstle, 18500|Let the bat come singing 18500|Out in anger from his lair; 18500|Let him sue, 18500|I can't say 18500|All I think, 18500|Sings the wood-duck 18500|In the river, 18500|Stoutly on the pike and pike' 18500|Bo'k your beaks, you long-billed sea-whale, 18500|Suffer us to sing your praise; 18500|We will serve you in the lurch, 18500|For our song shall prove the lurch in heaven! 18500|As 'tis our right to salute our jades with these, 18500|As they are dames of chines to pout and chive as us, 18500|As a mourner in a temple not to miss a teiretate; 18500|And to hear your teares fall a-smiling as they fling them, 18500|Upon the holy holy waters of milk; 18500|As the hymn of kalendias 18500|That the angels sing over 18500|From the heavens to the 18500|suns! 18500|As the holy hymn of kalendias, to the clouds, 18500|We'll the hymn in chorus, till the eev'ning shall cease; 18500|As the sad prythee, 18500|As a lonely wretch, 18500|As the prythee, 18500|That is so unappreciated, ======================================== SAMPLE 3780 ======================================== 1062|The time that she had been in the place 1062|The wind had brought her out of, 1062|A little of the air she had, 1062|And all the time was void. 1062|All day for that she had stood 1062|Beside the spot as one that knew, 1062|There by the road-side, where they lay 1062|Together and were glad. 1062|Then a voice rang out of the night, 1062|"Oh, bring from the mountain the light!" 1062|The eyes in the room were glad; 1062|And one answered "yes" from the night, 1062|And one from the light did fall. 1062|And one called out of the room, 1062|"Come down to the waters, love," 1062|And one said, "No! come down to the grave, 1062|For the road has left none at rest". 1062|And one said, "My tongue may bawl, 1062|Of the stars, as I sit by the fire, 1062|But my voice, though it may moan, 1062|Will never call from where it lay". 1062|And one said, "When death and Hades meet 1062|In the land for ever sealed, 1062|I will come forth to kiss your feet, 1062|And to kiss your mouth and face". 1062|And one sat beside her dying bed 1062|And slept and dreamed thereon. 1062|The lips she had kissed thereon 1062|Were not the lips she had died of. 1062|No, never more would they meet! 1062|The lips she had kissed were not the lips 1062|The light had quenched with its shine. 1062|And ever and anon the wind 1062|Was roaring at her side, 1062|And cried, "Where is the light that came?" 1062|And cried, "Where is the one to say 1062|That now that I come to the place - 1062|For she has died with the light in her eyes". 1062|On either side the street, 1062|With its flaring windows broken down, 1062|The little square street and tall, 1062|Rise out of sight 1062|Behind this old brick wall. 1062|In this strange place where all is bare, 1062|Out of the long wind of dust and heat, 1062|Out of the din and fury and the sound, 1062|There is something that I cannot put in words, 1062|Something I will never more forget, 1062|The beauty of the beautiful, 1062|The solemnity; 1062|And I know not what, 1062|For the stars have grown quiet and far off yet, 1062|And nothing I may do can put it into words. 1062|The roses hang in the garden beds, 1062|The night-spray stings in the eaves, 1062|And there is something I must never put in words, 1062|Something I will never more forget, 1062|The beauty of the beautiful, 1062|The solemnity. 1062|The moon has come home to the tower again, 1062|The bells ring clear, 1062|For the children all have gone to bed, 1062|And the time is a-hold. 1062|How long has the waiting been 1062|Since there was any music on earth, 1062|Or any sound of any bird! 1062|Oh, it was very, very long, 1062|But I have done nothing of all this: 1062|For I took the train 1062|(I must be back 1062|Before the end of this year), 1062|And I will put in somewhere 1062|The hours which I used to know, 1062|And write the hours, 1062|And bring them back to you. 1062|Then the clock will strike twelve, 1062|And I will see if the hours are 1062|So many,--the hours so many! 1062|How long has the waiting been? 1062|How long has the waiting been? 1062|The moon has come home to her tower again, 1062|The bells ring sure, 1062|For the clock in the towers of the world 1062|Knows all that has been. 1062|All the time is the same ======================================== SAMPLE 3790 ======================================== 22229|Away with me, a lover! 22229|On the wild water, in the storm, 22229|Where the nightingale cries, 'Ahoy!' 22229|The tempests do their worst, 22229|But the best omen's here, 22229|Where the rose and lily bloom, 22229|And the stars love you, dear: 22229|Come away, for, oh! we know 22229|You will trust the same, love ye. 22229|There's a green wood path in the glen, 22229|And I would follow yon path, 22229|That leads to the sea, and to peace 22229|And a shore-line far away. 22229|Far from the strife, the toil, the din, 22229|Where's my life-beat sobs and sighs? 22229|Far from the sorrows which divide 22229|The heart from the life it loves: 22229|My friend, you know not what it is 22229|That turns the heart from a part. 22229|Is it the lonely hill, the dreary vale, 22229|Or the sunny hill-side, where I roam? 22229|Are they for ever lonely in the dale, 22229|Or the sunny valley, where I rove? 22229|Or is it the dark, wild woods for me, 22229|And the quiet, distant glade? 22229|For ever my heart groans and weeps, 22229|When the sunset dies in the west, 22229|To the sea's vast tide, that the sunset floods, 22229|For ever, all night long. 22229|From the world's weary world, the weary throng, 22229|I ask--are they there, dear, I may not see? 22229|Oh, I would avenge it, the wrong I mean 22229|I did for those--to those, and to you! 22229|But I have no land, oh tell me where are they? 22229|There is no shore--we must wander wide and far, 22229|In the lonely hours: 22229|And my grief, and my sorrow could repay 22229|As I wander--wander--far from home! 22229|The world is cold--in the sunset-shine 22229|Of summer noon, 22229|The trees are silent, the grasses wave, 22229|The sky is clear, the air is sweet, 22229|But to me there is nought to praise. 22229|The clouds are hoary--bright the moon 22229|To me is a blind, dark ray-- 22229|And still my heart breaks with sorrow's whirl, 22229|Aware, or anon with anguish's heat. 22229|But to me there is nought to please-- 22229|My sorrow I bear not at all, 22229|My grief I am almost fain 22229|And the world--so dull, and so dull. 22229|There comes a sound of laughing and singing 22229|Across the quiet sky, 22229|And the lark's bold song in the crimson hush, 22229|And the clatter of feet, 22229|The music of feet! 22229|The clouds on the golden upland are a-lee: 22229|The breeze is loud and deep; 22229|And sweet is the song of the laughing clatter 22229|That rings and rings, 22229|Oh, how the heart leaps up in the leaping clack! 22229|Oh, how the heart leaps up, 22229|It loves it cannot brook 22229|The shade of aught to dream! 22229|The song of spring in moorland and meadow 22229|Is mellow and clear; 22229|And all the air is full of the singing-bird's-song 22229|That mocks at the mind. 22229|And all around each lone cottage in the glen-- 22229|The clatter of feet 22229|Is echoing on far-off fields, 22229|In the dark there is no shadow, that man's will never 22229|Come true to my sight; 22229|I've seen him never 22229|And it scares my heart and my eye 22229|When my father's face I see 22229|When I reach the place of all my dreams 22229|Oh, happy, happy it seems ======================================== SAMPLE 3800 ======================================== 2294|Then, when the light is dim or gone, 2294|The first thing I remember is 2294|The one old clock that still is ticking, 2294|The one gray hand that reaches out, 2294|Groping, for welcome. 2294|Tilting, too, the old piano, 2294|Where once was squeaking, straying, 2294|How oft the strings kept coming, coming 2294|And tinkle-lingering-down to naught, 2294|Faint-tinkering in the shadows, thin- 2294|ning-tapping, 2294|How oft they seemed to sing in answer 2294|To that soft laughter in the hall, 2294|Soft singing-birds-enchanting, low 2294|carpeted walls and dim-lit fane, 2294|And music-haunted by the light 2294|Of candlelight and candles. 2294|I have had many a dream of life 2294|In old and wood-built houses, 2294|In lofty chambers with hard doors 2294|And painted windows, 2294|Whereon, over fallen leaves and broken 2294|Wall fluttered, 2294|I've watched the old men sitting there. 2294|They sat on mats of tan or blue, 2294|Or white and scarlet-dyed, 2294|With broad-faced chests and slender waists, 2294|And over all broad-faced waists 2294|Their rotted hats of scarlet, 2294|Their scarlet wigs curled in black rings, 2294|And their large-set eyes grim and liquid-eyed, 2294|And their sharp golden noses wagging 2294|And pointing sticks. 2294|I can remember every face 2294|That passed through all the long day, 2294|And the red-faced boys that pass 2294|Like long laughers, long to hit 2294|Their old-fashioned hearth-stones, 2294|And all the other faces. 2294|I know the boys that stood and smiled 2294|And passed without a word: 2294|They were the old-timers and old-timers 2294|And they and the others in the door, 2294|The old-timers I shall see no more. 2294|But the clock that still ticks, 2294|And ticketh, over and over, 2294|I know that it will soon stand still, 2294|And the little clock with its shining wheel 2294|Will have rest. 2294|I know how the hours will pass: 2294|The old man in the booth, the boy with a horn, 2294|The girls that pass me on the street, 2294|The old-timers in the old brown place 2294|Where I was fed and nursed, 2294|And the old-timers in the long-ago-- 2294|And each and all will stop and stand 2294|In the wood-filled street and call, 2294|As each and every one of them will leave 2294|His journey and its griefs, 2294|And smile at their young friend passing 2294|Where they have sat and watched. 2294|I know that, in their quiet, lone, unsurmountable 2294|existence, 2294|They will remember their night's death 2294|And the hour he started for the sunset, 2294|And the moment I ran and cried, 2294|Too late to help, too young to save, 2294|And thought no one might know. 2294|And they will think of all the other nights 2294|When I saw but him to whom I had no one to tell. 2294|He had gone to other eyes, with other faces. 2294|They will remember his eyes and his eyes' eyes 2294|The whole of his youth and his life long since told, 2294|And their young friends and their dreams of long-gone days, 2294|And the friends who loved him, the friends he looked to for help. 2294|And they will think of the boy whose eyes and head 2294|Looked in on me, in the quiet of twilight, 2294|In the deep old room where his soul grew dim, 2294|In his white old dress, and his long white hair untied, 2294|And his hands still clasped in the old, old ======================================== SAMPLE 3810 ======================================== 9578|The great white flag of truce, 9578|Fret thy great banner as you may, 9578|The peace-pipe of the North! 9578|Thou art a soldier bold of limb, 9578|And strength and spirit as of old, 9578|And thy voice speaks loud as thine mien 9578|Sings loud the anthem old 9578|To that loyal people bold and free, 9578|Which has borne down the mightier foe, 9578|And borne the old flag of the South 9578|Down to the grave of time. 9578|O brotherly twin-bloods, Southerners, 9578|O true, confederates, brothers! 9578|Our bonds together are like bands 9578|Of sturdy ox-leavings cast 9578|O'er some fair city walled with stone, 9578|By care and sickness worn. 9578|How strongly the bonds link'd are, 9578|A thousand miles they make us one! 9578|How fast our souls are linked the while 9578|Our bonds are numbered keen and stark 9578|By solemn oath and clear! 9578|We two are linked beyond the seas, 9578|Our father's grave is near; 9578|Oh! never covenant so was made 9578|By human lips below. 9578|Each with each, as sons to sons 9578|Twin-link'd, binds us to the rest 9578|Old Southerner in bosom know 9578|Old Yankee, he who runs 9578|The ocean's great wall; 9578|Southron, from whose heart old Time 9578|Takes breathless snapshots grim, 9578|Who, turning, breathes the wild air 9578|Of Calypso's hollow trees 9578|On Yankee's gone gait. 9578|The blue-eyed maid in Pekin, 9578|Who in her flaxen hair 9578|And mountain brow wore the look 9578|Of ancient craftsmen fair, 9578|The blue-eyed maid in Pekin, 9578|I come to ask your friendship's aid, 9578|With tears of burning love, 9578|From hills that lie beyond the town 9578|And distant hills of Seward. 9578|The storm sweeps over the valley 9578|And all is cold and bare; 9578|But warm and vivid is my dream 9578|Of the soft light of your eyes, 9578|And strong are the memories that throng 9578|And throng in your fond belief 9578|Of the friends that once were near you 9578|Where sleep the dead! 9578|The storm sweeps over the valley, 9578|And soon the sky will shine; 9578|But never again in your life 9578|Shall the one dear thought remain, 9578|The thought that comes to-day of the man 9578|You see upon my dresser. 9578|The storm sweeps over the valley, 9578|Its storm and glory cease; 9578|But the black clouds overhead will pass 9578|Like thoughts of you in my heart. 9578|You've heard of the red hill in the blue valley, 9578|The red hill of Sodom and gory Egypt, 9578|The red hill of Moab and Gethsemane, 9578|The red hill of Celebes and the great sea; 9578|And of the white goat and the black mane, 9578|And the blood red stag and the fox's nose, 9578|By the blood-red grave at the foot of Jerusalem, 9578|And the white cross of Richard. 9578|You've heard of the holy church in Gethsemane 9578|Where two nations make peace, 9578|The thief nation of Amalek and the lord nation 9578|Of Chanuka; 9578|And Gath's and Aganippe, 9578|And Gezer's high city, 9578|By hills that lie and wide. 9578|The holy church in Gethsemane 9578|Was built of straw and straw; 9578|The holy church at Nazareth 9578|Was built on the sand; 9578|And Elijah's tower, as ye know, 9578|Was built on the rocks. 9578|The lord of Lodish, the king of Israel, 9578|Was baptized ======================================== SAMPLE 3820 ======================================== 16452|Astride it, as its lord, was standing, 16452|The herald, Orestes, who was there. 16452|But me the warrior, with the might 16452|Of his own weapon, with a nod of sway 16452|Ascended, as I, nearest of kin, 16452|The herald stood, and in his hand 16452|He took my noble brother's spear; 16452|For when so near, I could not draw 16452|The weapon from the scabbard free 16452|And from its lance-standers, which are all 16452|Of gold. As I should fain have done, 16452|I hurled me with such force that it 16452|In midmost of the weapon tore 16452|A vein out through the hollow space, 16452|And from the body's eyeball grew 16452|Deep-seethed, with all its burden deep. 16452|He fell, but stood and made a moan, 16452|And from the dead he raised it up. 16452|But I then hastened to revive 16452|My brother, and his death he spared. 16452|Then Hector, swift of foot, sprang down, 16452|And standing at our head, his spear 16452|His falchion with his eyes aloft 16452|Marking, he thus impatient said. 16452|Oh, what a deed hath Hector done! 16452|How, with these arms, have not a spear 16452|Of double weight to him been thrown 16452|Right through his forehead, and so slain? 16452|Yet, may it not be, the Gods on him 16452|Breathe clouds of vengeance on him and thine 16452|At such a time, and I myself 16452|Shall see anew these arms, which of late 16452|I cherished, and for love of these 16452|For which we fought, fall here by Hector slain. 16452|To whom, the herald of the Grecians, King 16452|Arcesilas, made answer, swift of foot. 16452|Hector! the hand of Neptune hath now 16452|Dismiss'd thy hands, which he did them distribute 16452|Beside the city wall, when, all the host 16452|Of Troy deserted by their Chiefs 16452|(All sentinel'd by Hector at his posts) 16452|He came, to whom at length at once we gave 16452|The signal, and with these he went away. 16452|So he who, when his life it seemed best 16452|To break a spear in many a warrior slain, 16452|Thus spake; nor Hector, nor the Trojan mind, 16452|Could there agree. As when a lion slays, 16452|And he, the lion, who was sent out 16452|To be their guard from the Chiosians' spears, 16452|So Hector and the Trojans him defied. 16452|And there he fell, by Hector slain, beside 16452|The gate, which, on his sudden stalks his prey, 16452|The Trojan Trojans at in flight dismay'd, 16452|And Hector first fell; then Phoebus fell, by force, 16452|With his bright shield, by whom the Trojan host, 16452|Toil-stricken, vainly stood aloof. 16452|At such a pitch, so many foes fell dead, 16452|Such tumult grew, so many Greeks they sought; 16452|Such tumult, and the Troyen Chiefs had fled, 16452|Had not the son of Lycaon sent 16452|A voice, who thus, the chief of all, began. 16452|All, now! go, let each his staff prepare 16452|A steely mass, of wood, of swine-gut, 16452|Or hide; for so the Chiefs shall die in vain, 16452|While Hector yet is living, for we yet, 16452|All here, shall perish wholly. Then fight 16452|With will, my friends, and stand against it long. 16452|So saying, he hurled it on the foe, 16452|And with his two-pointed spear struck through. 16452|Through his right shoulder it went; at which 16452|Phoebus stood awe-wrapt, for, piercing his heart, 16452|A deep wound throated so suddenly, 16452|Few ======================================== SAMPLE 3830 ======================================== 1852|And, as I've said, I'm only his wife now. His wife, 1852|Or, rather, at least, has married her. And I know 1852|What the law would be if a wife was wed to a fellow 1852|Who, in his own house, had a child, who, with his wife, 1852|Had a child?... The husband in question, alas, 1852|No doubt, is a stranger to you or your family. 1852|And how, in short, will the family of him--or her? 1852|What will come of him? not to know; or, if he can, 1852|To conjecture; and, if not quite so perplexing, yet 1852|More manageable. 'Twas my husband's daughter, 1852|As well as his own, who was married to him. 1852|But if she in fact be his, and the boy is his, 1852|What will the children, begot by him, to do? 1852|To what, if he himself, in his own house, have a child, 1852|That, say, to what will the patriarch of his household be? 1852|And if he to you on the continent were born, 1852|Is he the father of the present citizen? 1852|And not yet in residence, and not yet in name, 1852|But what will he be to the future of the city? 1852|How can he to that city's future contribute part? 1852|"Altho' he be a stranger to me, he hath 1852|A name that I know, and an age, too, more than mine,-- 1852|The name and the age to the future of the city. 1852|And a name like his, too, I should say, can't compare 1852|With my own;--but as, indeed, he has not a child. 1852|He 'tis I whom alone I shall meet, 1852|And which I shall look on when I see 1852|The grave of Napoleon! Now would I pray 1852|To him, inasmuch as, since I saw him, 1852|I have not been able faithfully to live, 1852|And may not yet be able faithfully to hope,-- 1852|The moment should come, when, for the first time, 1852|I should look in his eyes, and, having looked on it, 1852|I should feel it, which I feel not now,-- 1852|That his hand should to me its claim secure, 1852|With the same love (if, then, you can believe it) 1852|I first gave to my first love,--and, being cheated out 1852|Of it, I should most gladly to-morrow return 1852|To it!" No! alas, my heart, I am sure, 1852|Would make answer to its own answer if he, 1852|At last, should ask it! 1852|"Inasmuch as no child you ever shall bear 1852|More deeply than an hour-old letter," she said, 1852|"I will also not say no to a kiss, 1852|But as to a kiss, I hope that you'll say no. 1852|I trust, tho' your eyes are heavy by this time, 1852|Your words will be light by the time this letter is read: 1852|I would have a good word for 1852|Your brother, your father, and your mother!" 1852|And, as he said this, by this time she was gone. 1852|In the hall that night the great clock, the bell, 1852|The clock-hand, and the clock-chain, and the clock 1852|Of the clock-chain seemed standing motionless, 1852|And an airy-colored figure seemed to stand 1852|Over the window, at the entrance of the hall, still, 1852|As she stood, a figure that was not there, 1852|And did not seem to move; and the air seemed, too, 1852|Disturbed, in the room. "The letter?" she said. 1852|"This was written, I think, by Mr. A. F. 1852|To Mr. Ettrick, not long since. When I saw it 1852|(I forget to count these letters, but I know, 1852|And they write to me sometimes, or to ======================================== SAMPLE 3840 ======================================== 12241|For him, who dares the world on high, 12241|Shall have an ear that never heard. 12241|The very best was meant by him -- 12241|If that's the kind God allows -- 12241|In life, in death, or everlasting. 12241|Not mine the glory that would be 12241|To have been God's first rehearsal; 12241|But he who works out his desire -- 12241|Why, such a person is as well. 12241|For if he does, who knows the end, 12241|The world becomes a story-book, -- 12241|I mean a world of pleasure tales, 12241|Tales told on the happiest hills, 12241|Tales told in the valleys of blest 12241|Beside the happiest rills. 12241|I hear a voice that calls in ire, 12241|And looks all-seeing in my face 12241|Tell you they've got to go away; 12241|And then the voice is gone. 12241|I should not, please, dislike you, child, 12241|If aught disturbed the placid peace 12241|Which love and faith and nature made 12241|Between us two. 12241|I should not, please, dislike you, child. 12241|But when two tender forms entwine 12241|In a luxuriant mesh of hair, 12241|And I can see the dark eyes meet 12241|In a close mutual gaze, 12241|And you, between them, seem to peer 12241|Into their eyes, I am not then 12241|A fit friend to loiter with 12241|In a placid peace. 12241|There was a time when I would fain forget 12241|The very name of this world of pain, -- 12241|This dreary, narrow world, wherein we dwell, 12241|This dreary, narrow world! 12241|It seemed a thousand years ago, 12241|When all the past in sudden green 12241|Ran gadding round the old wall, -- 12241|And I was in my prime, -- 12241|That I should never grow so old 12241|As to rot in dust and sand, 12241|And have no one to treasure up 12241|What I had loved so wholly then, 12241|In vivid, childhood-morning-smile, 12241|And in my heart's most secret place, 12241|Here where the angels rest. 12241|What would these angels do? 12241|I was not in their forgiveness, 12241|Nor they in mine. 12241|The angels know. 12241|But mine they never knew. 12241|My youth went up like a spring 12241|Until it fell like a hail 12241|On hapless youth again. 12241|And yet I did not dream, -- 12241|I scarcely thought to know 12241|That some one, who was near, 12241|Would stand beside the door, 12241|To call me from the beach. 12241|It was a summer's morning, 12241|And I lay in the rocking-pool, 12241|A-dreaming of the summer 12241|That was to be. 12241|The waves like little minstrels 12241|Beside the pebbly beach, 12241|And made these pensive minstrels 12241|My own despair and harm. 12241|I dreamed that all the worlds 12241|Were offered to my view, 12241|And that, if I would choose, 12241|I could ascend the mountain, 12241|And leave the rest behind. 12241|The clouds came very near, 12241|And then uplike I rose, 12241|And sought the highest point 12241|The clouds came very near. 12241|They circled fast and faster, 12241|Till there seemed nowhere room 12241|For anything but my hair; 12241|And, as I walked along, 12241|I said in my regret: 12241|"I never shall have it so, 12241|For I shall never wear it." 12241|There's joy, O soul, in man's 12241|The life is not so sweet 12241|In the air that his lips breathe, -- 12241|It leaps on the breeze, it 12241|Is a thousand ======================================== SAMPLE 3850 ======================================== 1211|Who never shall be master of the world 1211|But by his very nature to be master 1211|Is not in the least the man to be queen. 1211|Tho' the world may be my country, 1211|And my heart, my life, my love, 1211|And my heart, my life, my love, 1211|And all that is therein; 1211|Yet that heart is more than this, 1211|And more than death or life, I pray. 1211|The earth and my heart abide 1211|As in a covenant; 1211|And I and my love only 1211|Shall leave the ground where we lie. 1211|No beast hath touched my love, 1211|No beast, or sickle, or wheel; 1211|The heart of my love within me 1211|Ticks at the apple as it may: 1211|And I am not afraid to touch it, 1211|Though it be a hundred miles off. 1211|A little while on this we lie; 1211|A little while yet we sit; 1211|Then let us a little further roam; 1211|Fear not the wind, nor the rain; 1211|And all this while, O love, thou art 1211|To make these lands a heaven 1211|For thee, and me, and the weary. 1211|There is an old Greek tragedian 1211|Who went to heaven, for something, 1211|In saying that he never 1211|Lived hereafter, but was 1211|A little higher there. 1211|It is a little Greek lady 1211|Who keeps the door of doors 1211|On all great wrong deeds, and all small wrong words. 1211|She has one foot in earth, but moves 1211|With a heavenly motion; and for fear 1211|Of losing all her power to move, 1211|She has one foot in heaven. 1211|Tears, that are not nature's weeping, 1211|Wear that which nature is wearing; 1211|Tho' tears themselves are but beasts' leaping, 1211|That kick about in air. 1211|Sweet, I will not think that I am what I have been; 1211|And yet I have not been much that I could have been. 1211|'Tis very strange: but, Julia, think on a while, 1211|And this argument thereupon may prove it so. 1211|What is a blush? 'tis a clear, white cloudlet; 1211|And though it come and go like other clouds, 1211|'Tis not so pretty a cloudlet as a smile. 1211|A blush signifies a very low condition; 1211|A cloudlet a fair, but not a windy place. 1211|And though this house all day shall be raining, 1211|There shall not be a drop in it, or very near it. 1211|A pretty bird peck'd a flower, and when he'd eat it, 1211|Thenceforth he never fed, but sat still eating; 1211|A man, with hunger, by the thirst took his supper; 1211|A mighty old man with a child, looks at the moon; 1211|And this one is a little man, and that one a giant; 1211|Yet though he be so very large, yet these two things 1211|Are little men, and little men are mighty big. 1211|The sun, in summer, shines in midst of the plain, 1211|He looks through the clefts in the hedges and rocks; 1211|But in his middle are straw-like places for sleeping, 1211|Where children often lie and dream sweet dreams. 1211|Through the hedges they go peeping, 1211|The morning grey hairs that on the hedges pass: 1211|They want their bed, 1211|They want their covering, 1211|And every man must want his bread and cheese. 1211|And when the winter comes, with its cold and hunger, 1211|And thaws grow hard upon the ice, and the rivers overflow; 1211|And when the butter comes, and when the milk comes, 1211|And all things are wanting that the day requires; 1211|Then come sweet sleep, and all things shall be ready; 1211|Thaw all the butter, and all the milk bring. 1211| ======================================== SAMPLE 3860 ======================================== 36508|The night winds blow. 36508|But no other sound. 36508|I know a man with blood of a king 36508|On the edge of the world's great ocean of time, 36508|Whose hands held the world in his outstretched hand, 36508|Whose soul was strong with the world's great sun, and 36508|Whose head was crowned by the sun's new reign. 36508|His eyes, when they looked, were golden and clear, 36508|And his brow was bound with a crown of gold; 36508|He had no fear, no desire, that he might 36508|Bring back from the grave the glory that was him. 36508|And ever and anon he would give his breath 36508|To those who were dead or who had gone 36508|Before him from that earth made perfect of God, 36508|And all for the renown of the world's great King, 36508|The renown that was lost for a little space, 36508|As he looked from the crowns of the suns on a world 36508|He could not forget, and knew not that they burned. 36508|For his soul was sick with the shame of love 36508|Whose face betrayed the beauty of the earth, 36508|With the crowns and the glory of the world's great King. 36508|No word of warning, no look came to his head 36508|Of this great king with a far-reaching hand. 36508|No voice of counsel, no sign came of a man 36508|Speaking to him, a living voice or dead, 36508|To teach him to heed or to wait, nor thought 36508|Could the old man's heart have ever meant 36508|A more remote and lost than it was. 36508|But as some poor man, who, as a pauper, 36508|Hath looked upon his master and he stands 36508|Heave before him, with his head bowed low, 36508|And felt how all his wealth has been a lie, 36508|Is that he finds--oh, but the heart of him 36508|Is wounded and broken, and the old man's dream 36508|Is a dream of a dream and a dream again; 36508|And he rises from his bed of sorrow. 36508|And he said, "My soul is tired with the years. 36508|My heart knows what it would not fathom then-- 36508|"And I long to lay my head upon a bed 36508|Of linen, and look into its eyes and face, 36508|And speak out softly, as a child that is fain, 36508|And the world made wise, and the world made wise again." 36508|I cannot give thee glory, 36508|So much as a heart of love; 36508|The more thou hast it, more duteous 36508|To mine affections thou shalt be. 36508|It gives to others pride and pride to me, 36508|To me who am so seldom called 36508|A king. Ah, then, for such as I thy Grace 36508|Most glorious and great should be; 36508|The very word should be, O Queen, 36508|"My Grace, we seek the world's greatest man." 36508|Thou art so little that thy grief is infinite; 36508|But thou hast found a treasure, O Queen, most rare, 36508|The one gift in the whole wide world to thee. 36508|I cannot tell why thou hast won this grace; 36508|Thou holdest it in thy heart as a treasure hid 36508|In the quiet garden of thy soul, and soothe 36508|Thy weak soul to calm itself in silence there, 36508|Thyself unseen amid the many eyes 36508|Upon thee which watch and weep for thee. 36508|Thou cravest to see that face of thine 36508|Lifted from out thy soul's own sad heart 36508|And all its empty pain: 36508|And in this little sweet love sweetly done, 36508|Thou holdest it as a treasure hid 36508|In its own quiet, quiet heart. 36508|O what is it that I see come toward me 36508|With the dim, proud procession of my love? 36508|A face that makes a sign to me, a sign 36508|Of its proud heritage of years. 36508|And what ======================================== SAMPLE 3870 ======================================== 16452|On whose firm neck two darts from Hector's brow 16452|Were bent, or in one thigh the buckler's force 16452|Was spent, the other fell in mid career. 16452|Nor were they absent long from us; but soon 16452|As we reached Troy, we heard on every side 16452|A noise of men, and to my comrades gave 16452|Commandment to my friend Æneas, first. 16452|Then, trembling, and with terror at the sound, 16452|They ran to me, and, while I sat beside, 16452|I said: "Attend, for I would see the Chief 16452|Of Priam, who now seeks his own subdued." 16452|As when within a field the vultures, haled 16452|Into the carcase of a slaughtered hart, 16452|With piercing cries around his corpse alight-- 16452|Such were the sounds which now were heard around 16452|My friend. When we were reached at length the steps 16452|Of steep Alcathous, with high wall reared, 16452|So that the gods a refuge might have granted 16452|To Hector, thus he spake. To thee belong 16452|Our future lives, the place of sacrifice. 16452|Thou shalt to Priam's altars and his side 16452|Expect the coming of the Chief revered 16452|By Priam, who, if no fatal curse 16452|Thee destined for him, yet will give thee pain 16452|In his own bosom in those fumes and flames 16452|From which thou now hast freed his body. But if 16452|No direst words thou utter, then, if he come 16452|Who has, with my consent, no wish to kill 16452|The King of Troy (for he was once a Chief 16452|In Troy), he shall not yet be spared the flames 16452|Of that fuming fire, and thou shalt feel him bound 16452|To Priam, so thou shalt him at once deliver." 16452|He now, obedient to his friend's commands, 16452|Turned from the steps and went into the court. 16452|And now within the spacious house of Priam 16452|Sat noble Hector on the noble Chief's knees, 16452|For he desired not even to be questioned 16452|By that dread Chief of all the Grecians, as 16452|He sat at his feet, his father's altars; but 16452|He prayed he might, by great Jove, at his side, 16452|Sit down, and in his hand his sword obtain'd 16452|Of Hector, with the lance which once he bore 16452|From Ilium's heights to smite the Trojan host. 16452|Then Hector rose, with both his hands his shield 16452|Uplifted, and with eyes fixed steadfast sat. 16452|The King of blazing beams, as soon as he heard 16452|That they still strove, his burning eyes grew bright, 16452|And thus bespake the Lord of radiant light. 16452|Hector of Priam! thou shalt at their efforts 16452|Incomparably soon encounter them, 16452|If but Patroclus and myself be there 16452|Who shall in arms a second time assail 16452|The camp, and thus shall they, themselves, prevail. 16452|Brave friend! thou know'st all the strength of Ilium. 16452|Now then, and should we with our vessels be 16452|Within their camp, and all their warlike strength 16452|To arms, as well as their renown secure 16452|And all the spoils of slain Patroclus? or shall 16452|We still be suffered to abstain from combat? 16452|For they, by night, have left themselves in Troy, 16452|And in the darkening of my father's house 16452|Have left their friends, having been consumed. 16452|Then should the sons of Troy, as well as they, 16452|From me with blood and slaughter slain, with brass 16452|And bronze, with dust and ashes, all together 16452|Reserved in all their encampments, by force 16452|Ceased, and on the coast of Thessalia's isle 16452|Were gathered all together. I myself 16452|Would now the people of Troy again 16452|Seize, and would make them perish ======================================== SAMPLE 3880 ======================================== 19221|Where the brook rins in the sun, 19221|And the swallows twitter and chirp, 19221|And the lark sings on the steeple, 19221|And the brown bees wage industrious war 19221|With the briar that binds the hay. 19221|But hark! 'tis a messenger from heaven, 19221|Sent down by friendly wings to spread 19221|Patience to mortals in distress, 19221|And to loose mankind from sin. 19221|Brief are all accounts of our miseries; 19221|Few persons are aware how wrong our lives. 19221|Thoughts, such as thine, are scarce of human sorrows; 19221|They grieve like thoughts that rise in the dazzled mind. 19221|In some parts of Spain and Italy 19221|The swain his poor and meagre wain 19221|Calls his fair daughter, whom he keeps 19221|In a convent cell, apart, to be 19221|The patron of an ancient school; 19221|Where divers shades, in mute regard 19221|For her sake, oft, uninvited, 19221|In sad arrears of milk and honey, 19221|Complain of her cold convent duty. 19221|There, too, oft, when his flock is grazing, 19221|And the warm sun shines lustily, 19221|The swain may see a wolf advancing; 19221|The timid sheep beforehand retired; 19221|And what he lacks in strength they more 19221|In quietness may well contain. 19221|He sees--but how with what success 19221|He hopes to bless her is unknown; 19221|And aught that in her bosom glows 19221|Will be wanting to impart to him. 19221|To him her love, so soon declared, 19221|Is proof of faith, and his delusion. 19221|Though love in her eyes burn, 'tis but 19221|A light that later shall burn 19221|To blinding ash, or vain desire; 19221|Nor shall her faith, so soon revealed, 19221|'Gainst that delusion be proved. 19221|O Love! that short-lived is thy date, 19221|And shines but in passing away, 19221|Like an emblem'd beam, that dies on earth 19221|Before its maker; gliding but a while 19221|To that state where all hearts feel at heart, 19221|Love is lived, and shall live for aye. 19221|Sweet Love, though thou be of the lovely kind, 19221|Still make us fearful; thou canst make us see 19221|How little, how contrary, can be 19221|The sweetness, the beauty, the majesty 19221|Of one whose heart is ever fain 19221|To hear thee, thy soft lore to teach, 19221|And to obey thee, thy grave commands. 19221|My sweetheart! how blest was I when first we met, 19221|And how I gazed on thine eyes, and stole to thee 19221|My heart?--when "Sweetheart, come and rest awhile with me," 19221|Thy ring of glories made my world a holy | | 19221|house; 19221|It is a world where Love, and Fame, and Fame's sweet pain 19221|are sweet, 19221|And we are poor as we did not love before. 19221|But when I came to tell thee this story's ending, 19221|I never did perceive thy smile my tears did fill, 19221|And so I went to sleep, nor waked to weep as much; 19221|But as I lay awake, I dreamt I sat alone 19221|With thee, sweet Love, and thy green eyes, so full of bliss, 19221|In heaven, and thought that I should look on thee now, 19221|And soon I woke, and thought, "Oh, thou gipsy Love, 19221|Why hast thou flown?--but why go alone?" 19221|Sweet Love! if we could only see 19221|Thee, and the tears we weep for thee, 19221|The thoughts we think of thee, every one, every day, 19221|Even I might cry, 19221|As I am wont to do when woe strikes down a heart of me. 19221|But thou art far gone; my tears then would cease ======================================== SAMPLE 3890 ======================================== 3692|"Hail!" I cried; and I heard in the roof 3692|A voice I knew; and I looked through the door 3692|Into the night, and lo! behind me, 3692|A face whose name I could not declare 3692|(God keep its privacy!) I knew not. 3692|'Twixt us and the sky's abyss I knew it. 3692|A spirit's glory in the darkness 3692|I knew. And that I knew not. "Heav'n," 3692|Said she, "has not revealed the secret 3692|In all its beauty to a mortal. 3692|'Mid the pale stars of light a shadow lies: 3692|I am a dreamless hour beneath the stars: 3692|And the darkness waits for me, since ye cannot 3692|Save yourselves, and all the stars ye love! 3692|Oh, that ye love me enough to give 3692|Your loving to that which you are loving!" 3692|I saw her. There stood at her feet 3692|A broken gem, a tarnished gem. 3692|She turned not at that sight, but strode 3692|Back to the throng, nor ever a word 3692|Drew from her lips the smile that lit 3692|Those eyes, whose splendor could so well 3692|Befit a star's, and yet chose instead 3692|That which might be called a star's light; 3692|I saw her go; and I, who could watch, 3692|Watching all night and all day from the bar, 3692|Her beauty, watched it not, nor knew 3692|Its splendour could be touched by mine; 3692|I saw it only once, and it fled. 3692|I saw a shadow in one hour go 3692|And leave the light at last, when all things flee, 3692|And the last star that glimmers now 3692|Floats from the night, as a shadow flits 3692|Across a bridge; and the night wanes, lightened. 3692|Then I was ware that Time is but Time, 3692|Which passes as a river, and at last 3692|A winding river, passing through space 3692|My shadow and I pass, and we know not 3692|What we are doing, nor have we heart 3692|To look upon ourselves. Then Time and I 3692|Laughed at Time and Time upon her children. 3692|Then once more through the twilight of stars 3692|Passed Time, and I beheld the face 3692|Of a lone spirit with whom I had been 3692|A merrier, with whom she danced and sung; 3692|It was the night of that bright day: bright stars 3692|Shone, and they glistened, through the twilight dim. 3692|And with their splendour on her came a hope, 3692|A gladness, that made me conscious still 3692|That I was conscious too that Time was Change, 3692|And Time was Change, which had been, to me: 3692|And I knew lest that Change had changed to Death. 3692|She was the rose upon the midnight sky, 3692|That, kindling on the midnight sky, 3692|Mixt the perfect leaves, yet faded not 3692|One point from the perfect luster 3692|Of star that in that sky-filled luster shines, 3692|The rose's celestial light. 3692|She was the white and waxen mist, 3692|Whose heart of love and heart of flame 3692|Shone and glowed through the moon-tinted mist, 3692|That in the moonlight trembled and glowed, 3692|The mist's white breast, where the dim stars gleamed, 3692|For all night long the white and waxen mist 3692|Came dancing, with the stars, to the sound 3692|Of her happy song. 3692|From dim and distant mountains of my soul, 3692|From all the lonely places where I stray 3692|From thought to mind unto the voice of youth, 3692|From the pale mist and the starlight, through 3692|The night, they came unto me with the song. 3692|And I, the song-smith, changed from song to flame, 3692|And fashioned them the fiery song that sings ======================================== SAMPLE 3900 ======================================== 11014|He knew the way to that ancient home-- 11014|But, ah, the way is lost. 11014|A strange old tale it is: the world is new; 11014|I am no scholar: nay, the lore they taught 11014|Was something like the lore of old: 11014|Like an old story old to an unknown world; 11014|But this I know, 'tis true. I shall not miss 11014|The old old love again: 11014|It is so old a thing: the story deep 11014|I dare not tell, 'tis old and true! 11014|My dreams are all too new: my visions fleet 11014|But echo upon the stream: 11014|With the old love in you I will not miss 11014|The old old love again. 11014|I cannot hear the clock as it rings, 11014|Though the green oak and the grey old wall 11014|Pause and murmur to the hungry wind, 11014|When we turn from the dusty scene; 11014|But the sea-green pools, and the green sea-sands, 11014|Would show their painted faces fair, 11014|Were it not for the voice, unheard, that flings 11014|Strange tales before mine eyes. 11014|"Ah, where is your castle, sir father mine?" 11014|"The best that ever I saw, master mine. 11014|When I was but a little girl, 11014|A knight came down through the moonlight bareheaded, 11014|And the castle was his home, 11014|And the castle was his home; 11014|But since his master's gone away, master mine 11014|Only stands there grey and old." 11014|"Your father called it--" 11014|"It always called itself that, master mine. 11014|There was some one, or it might have been you, 11014|That took down the name it bore, 11014|And what should it do but pass and creep back 11014|Through the holes in the green and the grey? 11014|I can stand there without looking at it, 11014|Or say: _Ah, where is he now?_ 11014|"I dare not look at it, 11014|For fear of looking. So much it grieved me 11014|That he who came there in that shining helm, 11014|The knight with the knightly plume, 11014|Must go, too, bareheaded, through the moonlight, 11014|So it took me by surprise, 11014|When I heard the knight's great, gallant voice exclaim: 11014|'There is my castle, master mine; 11014|Come, let us drive against wind and weather, 11014|I and my father stand here.' 11014|But, father, I am very feeble, very feeble." 11014|(I remember the old bell, how clear and clear it rang, 11014|That in our life had such call: 11014|The night is falling fast, and all life sleeps in cold: 11014|I remember the old bell, how clear and clear it rang.) 11014|"There is no cold in the world, father mine, 11014|For you and yours are coming; 11014|But we have lived through rain, through storm, through sun, 11014|And through the night as well; 11014|And now comes the long, long winter, father mine, 11014|And the days you ask for are given." 11014|"The sun sets soon," the father said; "but seek me out, 11014|For I am in the land, the land of light, 11014|Where God's world-comforter stands near." 11014|"I will go to the end of the land, father mine, 11014|To the end of the sea, and the land of sleep: 11014|There are no more deaths: God's world-comforter is here. 11014|And he shall stay here beside the door." 11014|"I will tell you of the earth and sky," the father said; 11014|"But how come it is that death can never come to us, 11014|In the long-gone ages when we slept?" 11014|"I shall not tell you, father," I did reply, 11014|"How come we die on earth when life is there: 11014|We sleep, and the days leng ======================================== SAMPLE 3910 ======================================== 1165|To where the white water breaks between a wood and wood; 1165|They have not learned to swim by water that is deep. 1165|They know not how to walk by it: they have no hope 1165|Of the white water if it reach them. They are afraid: 1165|They are at heart of sorrow, and are proud to be 1165|Of what is theirs. And they have built a palace high 1165|And made a shrine for her who dwells in the wood, 1165|To make her more beautiful: they pray and yearn 1165|Toward what she has. They strive to keep awake 1165|When every star is darkened overhead; they pray 1165|With the moon to brighten her, and with her eyes. 1165|They do not know how to walk by it, they know not how 1165|To walk by her shadow; they have never seen 1165|Her beauty and the wonder and the light she shows. 1165|I tell you this; and you should be certain true: 1165|The water is not deeper than the bottom-sea; 1165|And they who follow her, when they learn to walk, 1165|Will walk a weary way; and I am sick and tired; 1165|I will lie down in the shadow and forget all 1165|All the foolish things my heart had long grown blind 1165|To -- and I pray God to let my dreams begin 1165|On a fair and pleasant road, -- my footsteps stray 1165|Only at the corner of Peeta and Martin. 1165|It was a joyous time of life for those two, 1165|And a time of happy dreams and dreamful words. 1165|At the corner of Peeta and Martin 1165|They had learned to walk as strangers could, -- 1165|In the woods, I say, -- and they had grown to be 1165|Beautiful sisters. And there, in the wood, 1165|In the green and mellow light of the day, 1165|Their father, the lord of Hravepen and Pen, 1165|Lay deep, with a sick and heavy sleep 1165|On his dark face, in the pale-grey light 1165|Of the moon like a pall, with a pale-grey shine 1165|Of moon and heaven. 1165|He lay in the glow of the moonless night, 1165|Heaving over him all his hidden fears; 1165|He was weary, so heavy he seemed 1165|The wood beneath him lay like a dream; 1165|Like a heavy-laden phantom of pain 1165|Was Penelope. 1165|"What's the matter, my darling? It seems to me 1165|I heard," the old man murmured low, as he lay, 1165|"I heard a cry, a great cry as of one 1165|That mourns and falters into darkness deep. 1165|'Tis the night, I know; it is night," he cried 1165|As he gazed into the darkness. "Oh, Penelope, 1165|Oh, my wife, my wife," he cried, "oh, my life 1165|My life that I gave for you -- " 1165|"Not so; not so," said another; "not so." 1165|"'Tis a night when all the world is sleeping; 1165|It is dark and still, but I can see some stars; 1165|I can hear some voices calling; 1165|I wonder if they be not the echoes 1165|Of voices that call through the years 1165|Of many men." 1165|"Not so," said another; "not so." 1165|"When I look in the glass I can see a light 1165|Paving all the dark," he cried, as he lay 1165|In the gloom and darkness of his eyes; 1165|"It is a priest of the night, calling 1165|And praying for me to-night." 1165|"Not so," said another; "not so." 1165|"I heard a voice that cried in the dark, 1165|'OH, work not at all, seek not in Death's house,' 1165|And the dark gave him all that the day gave." 1165|"Not so," said another; "not so." 1165|"'Tis a little child that goeth unto me 1165| ======================================== SAMPLE 3920 ======================================== 1287|In the deep, hollow, dark, gloomy grot, 1287|All of my thoughts and every hope 1287|Thou hast the power to shatter or seize. 1287|To-day my whole life is as dead to me 1287|I cannot even see my darling, 1287|As I lie there in the deep, hollow grot. 1287|I can hear the rushing of his feet, 1287|I can hear his shrill, frantic cries, 1287|I can hear him cry, and then repeat. 1287|To-day I feel my body stiffening; 1287|My heart is bursting, and my life 1287|Heaven-sent comes trembling to my view; 1287|Then does he vanish from my view 1287|And the world I cannot comprehend. 1287|If I could see him smiling there, 1287|The thought would change my melancholy: 1287|Or if the wretch I loved should be 1287|There, as I am now, and look upon me, 1287|In him my thoughts, each thought I know, 1287|Would not die, but be forever quenched; 1287|And his image there I would love. 1287|Oh, but when shall I obtain the bliss, 1287|To see my darling all alone 1287|In the dark, hollow, dark, gloomy grot? 1287|Ah! what has the heart to see, 1287|When the heart craves its darling's sight, 1287|And the heart strives the tear to see! 1287|Fool, fool are we all, 1287|Whom the world regards 1287|As some passing, passing man, 1287|And a simpleton or fool. 1287|Oh, we're all unwise men, 1287|To the world so careless; 1287|I myself in vain would seek 1287|The love, the truth, the faith, 1287|Or the light, or life, my heart,-- 1287|So base and base together. 1287|Oh, I'd die ere I a-lived; 1287|I'd be a fool again, 1287|If the world should ever find 1287|In a passion, an action free 1287|From regret or fear of censure. 1287|To think it, the world says,-- 1287|But myself is naught to me; 1287|That life is far too deep! 1287|That there is naught, within 1287|The depths of one's mind, to be 1287|The refuge from all hope. 1287|In the dark, hollow grot, 1287|All my thoughts had gathered, 1287|That I felt their fount 1287|There in silence rise. 1287|And so, without fear, I came, 1287|And with loving heart 1287|Came to my darling's side.-- 1287|Ah, the heart it aches! 1287|And no more I was a fool, 1287|For nothing could remain to me, 1287|But the thought of him. 1287|Away from earth's dark prison, 1287|O'er the hills, and over dry land, 1287|To the realms of light. 1287|But my thoughts were vain, 1287|And all else was wasted; 1287|As my heart was quickened 1287|So my mind was sharpened 1287|With unerring thought. 1287|And so, without fear, I came, 1287|To my darling's side.-- 1287|Why dost thou turn away? 1287|Why stand'st thou still? 1287|'Tis the spring time of the year, 1287|Spring time of the year, 1287|And the birds are jubilant, 1287|And the woods are filled. 1287|'Tis the spring time of the year, 1287|Spring time of the year, 1287|And the children are singing, 1287|And the children are singing; 1287|All the woodland bells 1287|Are a-ringing, ringing, 1287|And the forest gushes, 1287|From the hills, away. 1287|And my heart, my heart is sad, 1287|With the thoughts that wander o'er; 1287|And my blood, my blood is chill, 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 3930 ======================================== 29345|And I thought she'd go with him some day. 29345|It's hard when you're a man-- 29345|It's hard when you're a man! 29345|And it seems almost worse 29345|When you know that somebody's dead. 29345|Then I saw how hard it was 29345|Not to be in love. 29345|I can still recall her face-- 29345|That girl who never could give me joy. 29345|I had to smile away my pain 29345|By making love to her. 29345|That girl who never could give me joy. 29345|Then I saw what hard it would be 29345|To keep on being good. 29345|How hard was it for her to help me 29345|And keep my sorrow out. 29345|So I made love to her, and she 29345|Fell in love with me. 29345|That girl who never could give me joy? 29345|That girl who never could give me joy? 29345|I can't say if it was love or hate 29345|But it seemed that both 29345|Were tempting her to do my will. 29345|And I had to be good all the time 29345|So that the blame 29345|Could be smooth swept away. 29345|But how many times have I come to you 29345|And made love to you? 29345|The one you loved is still outside. 29345|It's as if the door of the door of the door 29345|Would shut upon her forevermore. 29345|I saw my girl one day stand there 29345|And smile and look and seem to doubt me. 29345|And she said to her lover: "Tell me how I can come 29345|To you, now that I've kissed you many times." 29345|"Well," he says, "if you came. 29345|If you came to me in the darkness and the rain 29345|I'd come to you, with a great smile on my face 29345|Like the sun. But if you come in the sunshine I go. 29345|And if I go in the sunlight, there's darkness to go 29345|With you. But if you talk with me and talk to me, 29345|I'm as good to come to you as you're good to go. 29345|The day you come is the last day you'll have to be. 29345|Your feet slip through and my words end my speech. 29345|But if you talk with me and I talk with you, 29345|I'm not afraid to come to you, not for fear. 29345|I'd rather have the sunshine and the rain, 29345|And I find you every day, as they tell you, at noon." 29345|And she said: "Why not have both?" 29345|So there's the night! 29345|It's hard not to laugh when you see it all unfolding. 29345|But it has to be said that the trouble's only with me 29345|Until I go out there and look for her. 29345|And you, my man, 29345|There's the house, and it's well past dark, 29345|And I run and I lie down for I know your heart's there. 29345|And I know you're wondering why this thing has come to pass. 29345|Yes, it's easy for a man to be sorry when he's sorry. 29345|A man goes out and he doesn't come back. 29345|My friend had no business to go to that. 29345|I can't even tell you that he was glad. 29345|He went away to the country to visit the ladies. 29345|They said that he was "like a friend in the way he liked them." 29345|He's sitting here, in the house that he built, 29345|Looking as if he'd been drinking with them in meetings. 29345|He left the road where the bodies are lying 29345|And it's very very dark, and the wind is howling. 29345|He didn't think that he would come back. 29345|I think that I see him with his wife and children 29345|But you can't see him with the children. 29345|It is a quiet dark wood to the South, 29345|Except for the owl--which is calling 29345|Over the grave and over the dead-cloth, ======================================== SAMPLE 3940 ======================================== 1279|An' in her eyes, no power to please; 1279|The lass I lo'ed best that e'er I saw, 1279|When e'er we parted, dear an' farewell. 1279|She's gane to kirk, where shee'll be spinnin'; 1279|A neighbour bauld sae gentle and knowin'. 1279|An' aye she pays for the same grace, 1279|Wi' kind greetin' an' a kindly chat 1279|When we come doun or frae the hailin' hearin'. 1279|She's baith young-Ans, and she's baith gaun, 1279|O' that's she; she'll never mak' a bride; 1279|But she will blume sae seldom again, 1279|To see the bonie lassie I lo'e best: 1279|If I were her, I'd gang a mile, 1279|An' gang it o'er, wha could drive her frae me? 1279|"What! is't true?"--I'll tell you straight; 1279|It's true enough, an' I'm proud, 1279|When I think how we were owrehand 1279|Afore the hour o' our parting. 1279|O wad ye gang wi' the flare an' the fire, 1279|Or the kirk, or the kirk? 1279|Or the flare, or the fire, 1279|To see me set, an' wear me sae hirple? 1279|Or doun the kirk or the hallan? 1279|Or the wind, or the wind, 1279|To see me wear a kirtle of scarlet; 1279|Or wear it, an' walk out, an' mak' a halt 1279|When I gaze at it, aye wait 1279|The gowden flare, or the kirk rain-pin? 1279|It's siller we're gaun to wear, my lad; 1279|But the kirk, or the hallan, or flare, or fire, 1279|Or the flannen--O, it's siller we're gaun to wear! 1279|O, it's siller we're gaun to wear, my lad! 1279|As we gae by, we daunder to think on Ainsworth, 1279|Whase words kan lure us to the barmaid's bower, 1279|An' words whilk kent us that the bell would ring, 1279|That day in the spring wi' its singing; 1279|As we gae by aften talked of Ainsworth, 1279|An' that dear lad, Ainsworth, 1279|Wha knawed fu' weel by Ainsworth, the same; 1279|But, Lord, how they gae by, and how they gae by! 1279|There's me an' him sae fain they wad ken us; 1279|They knawed we were kindred; 1279|An' we'll wander sae langby the wood-side, 1279|Until we meet a better folk 1279|That weel could greet us amang." 1279|"Ye are friends like kin," the bairn sae meekly said; 1279|Aye nodin', nodin', slowly answered she: 1279|"Nae kin, my heart, I see; 1279|But now I ken your heart-nut brown eyes, 1279|Like aye on the daisies wede ye, 1279|Till your heart in me grew mair blest 1279|An' happy in me." 1279|The day was gane, and no mair nor mair 1279|They wad travel; 1279|But her kith and kin, wha wad gae hame 1279|The kirk-maeve's sons, the miller's sons 1279|A few, wha wad gang sae far behind, 1279|Than these twa, wha now shall make a hallo 1279|For gowd and siller. 1279|But as they walked to yon orchard tree, 1279|Their dainty bield and stour in their hand, 1279|They thocht na on her loof; 1279 ======================================== SAMPLE 3950 ======================================== 29357|I never can forget my birthday! When my cheeks were white as cream, 29357|Then I said, "It's a long and happy way I've been away!" 29357|But my father, with tears in his eyes, saying, "Your hair's cut off, 29357|And you come back in shawl-pink to lay it all as fair as day!" 29357|I've done my work, I'm home again! 29357|I opened my house doors and walked with my feet, 29357|While my housemaids brought my dinner and did my hair. 29357|The children laughed as they saw me again, and they cried, 29357|"Oh, how lovely she looked a day when she was here!" 29357|But while I was making my tea on the kitchen table, 29357|A child came into the room and spied me. He didn't say a word, 29357|But went straight to his work--and made up his own song. 29357|There goes the hare with the big, black nose, 29357|There goes the rabbit in the dew; 29357|And the dogs in the yard come out barking, 29357|And the wind is up--it shivers their hats. 29357|There goes the hind-legged man with the ragged coat, 29357|He is walking like the fool that he is. 29357|Where are the children come from? 29357|And where's the little darling, 29357|With black eyes and shining nose? 29357|And where's my mother, 29357|With her red lip and sweet, sweet mien? 29357|We'll give them kisses, 29357|We'll give them prinkings, 29357|We'll give them kisses. 29357|Oh! the baby's playing with hay; 29357|The baby's naughty, you know. 29357|But, though he's naughty, 29357|He's safe behind his mother. 29357|When my love comes to live with me, 29357|She never asks for any bread; 29357|She sits in the little rocking-chair, 29357|And sings a song, as soft and sweet 29357|As an infant's first song of love. 29357|My love comes to live with me; 29357|For bread and meat she has plenty; 29357|She lives on cheese, and water-cresses 29357|She makes for me, when at home we come, 29357|And wipe each other's eyes, as you see. 29357|My love comes into my house, 29357|And, rocking-chair her pillow makes, 29357|And leans upon my shoulder so; 29357|But she will not climb up into bed, 29357|Because she cries like a baby night and day. 29357|My love comes into my house, 29357|And, lulled in slumber, I hear her purr, 29357|And, rocking-chair her little head, 29357|And smile, as before, at her baby purr. 29357|When my love cries, 'How many apples are there!' 29357|I lift her up with kindness and care, 29357|And, gazing 'neath her heavy lashes, 29357|I say, "'Twill soon be morning, purr." 29357|And, though it be very soon morning, 29357|My darling will soon be crying again, 29357|And that will be a sad and dreadful night. 29357|How long since I started in my journey, 29357|And I must say I've not been happy yet; 29357|Some people make love till the day's over, 29357|While I have found the joy of love, my own. 29357|If I could sing a song a-while of my own, 29357|To cheer my heart and fill up my soul, 29357|I think there'd be some pleasure in it, 29357|Because I'd have no one song to sing, 29357|Because I never could sing one, so I sing. 29357|And I would have the pleasure to try 29357|If it would not chide me when I cried, 29357|Because I never could sing one, yet speak. 29357|I would have the pleasure to hear a beggar sing 29357|Of his own joy, if it gave him courage. 29357|I would have the pleasure to see his face 29357|Before the dawn, ======================================== SAMPLE 3960 ======================================== 1745|Of this new World. 1745|The Fount in which th' eternal Nile 1745|Stemm'd by the finger of God t' invade 1745|A Tower of Babel, which for guilt 1745|Of ANARIS maugre, by SINAYA fell, 1745|The same hee from th' Astral sustained; 1745|This saw Eblis once, in Hisngswere or Troy, 1745|The Sire of all; on which the cloudie shroud 1745|Had cloth'd His beames with (that thin and dark, 1745|Yet by force strong, though under the command 1745|Of GODS just King, and of his highth control) 1745|This day He showers His avenging bolt. 1745|This saw I also by rare remembrance, 1745|When CAMPBELL in the field retired; 1745|I saw it also by the musickie 1745|Of sweet Quartin. This also saw I mete 1745|Amid my Friends, when CASTLEREAGH did burn 1745|In grief for MERCURIUS and his Ball: 1745|The one two other saw I then forgot, 1745|For MERCURY lost his sober countenance. 1745|I saw also on ILLINOI once see 1745|A Princely Warrior passing in His state 1745|All alone, his Armes hang'd, His eyes down-cast, 1745|His fretting Pettie, and his gilded Chamber: 1745|Of this there is in my KEN great envy; 1745|Wee leme have seen His Glory, and his Pride. 1745|Of this also I was on CASTLEREAGH saw, 1745|When to the HALL I came, at dead of night, 1745|Arriving just then, at the same Time heard 1745|Broad trumpet SALAMINAS from upon high, 1745|Re-echoing through the Spiceries loud. 1745|So said he, so I said; then first I saw 1745|The marvel of that strange uproar mild, 1745|Whereto my ken this subsequent light 1745|Shall none of KEN, this Land, this KIRPUT leave here: 1745|For which this remembrance, as a sign, 1745|I will make in my Book, of right WAVES make 1745|And Indian SHAKESWORTH or the MUSE of BEARS. 1745|Ye other few who Eevning studieth 1745|Within the Grove, and take a Bowre in hand, 1745|Or HANDGUN in hand, or Gun against them strike: 1745|But most of all whom Gunther and his Knights 1745|HaunTE or HANDGUN, with a shell or two: 1745|For none may fight who not the Flesh hath broken. 1745|Thus many an one of these my Friends past conceit, 1745|But only one believed it. 1745|To whom our Majestie the KING replied. 1745|ADAM, unto whom once, in Morn entrapped, 1745|The earth-encircl'd Man hath last night been entrapped, 1745|And hath from thence received tidings wondrous, 1745|What when he heard the PLEASURE would espy 1745|To him so brewin that in this World he stood 1745|Unwilling, and in Arms unwilling gon, 1745|But willing all his Part made, and so sprung 1745|To be the worst of Men, and still to change, 1745|And to despise his Maker, though he fell. 1745|To which reply'd our Majestie the KING: 1745|Yet oft I have been wroth with thee, my dear, 1745|But thou hast oft been wroth with me, same as thou; 1745|Therefore I pray thee point the SEXY FETTURE hence. 1745|For therein doth issue all your ills, our doom, 1745|Which from good Fallacies must spring, which none 1745|Else can resist, but only SEXY FAITH, 1745|And what is bad, we also bad; False thoughts, 1745|False Words, False Doppings of the heart, which turn 1745|Good to offend, corrupt what is good, vice to feed. 1745|But that be done we ======================================== SAMPLE 3970 ======================================== 12241|If you have no mind to make it grand, 12241|By all means keep it down, at least. 12241|That's what I would not have for you. 12241|My love's a dove that needs no wing; 12241|Her world is not a bird's. 12241|I could stand where you have stepped; 12241|That's what a man ought to do 12241|If he would stand for one year. 12241|If you will go away, dear? 12241|That's what I would not have you do. 12241|My love's a bird; my love's a dove; 12241|But she is not the bird: 12241|Why stand for one year? 12241|She's three years old. 12241|I would not have you think I am proud, dear -- 12241|I am just a simple, honest man; 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|I would not have you think I am gay; 12241|I am just that which I am plain; 12241|The same regardless spirit 12241|That every day I see. 12241|The day is past when I must go, dear, 12241|With what must be thy pain and moan, 12241|For to do thee honor, 12241|I fain would have a name to wear. 12241|I fain would have a name for thee, my dear, 12241|A glory and a mystery, 12241|As through my secret vistas, 12241|A vastness folds the world around. 12241|Thou canst not, love, dismiss the question, 12241|Though love appear so simple, so weak, 12241|Though thou shouldst flinch at mere enmity, 12241|That I, a doubter, still ask and doubt. 12241|For I, a lover of deep mystery, 12241|Have held communion with thee, 12241|And found that thou art far too perfect, 12241|So perfect a being born of thee, 12241|To bar the deepest mystery 12241|From knowledge of the mystery. 12241|I sought to know a secret, 12241|Pressing on me with a weight 12241|Of significance, for sorrow, 12241|Till a light at last was thrown 12241|On all my life, the way it trod, 12241|All its changes and its change; 12241|But to know that this was sorrow 12241|Was like to walk a thousand miles 12241|With never a turn for gladness. 12241|So for the first time, dear, I must tell thee 12241|All my life's mystery alone: 12241|All its portents, all its flights of fancies, 12241|All its flights not made for laughter; 12241|All the flights not made for sadness. 12241|I must tell the mystery 12241|For the sake of mysteries; 12241|Not to make a martyr of thee, 12241|But to show thee where thou must be 12241|If the world, dear, must be told. 12241|I will not speak of fancies 12241|That in truth are dearest; 12241|I will speak of fancies 12241|Not for others' glory, 12241|But for thine and for thy sake. 12241|I will speak of fancies 12241|That are truths to thee alone: 12241|For thy sake alone I sing; 12241|And with mine, dear, I will go 12241|To the world's furthest ends together, 12241|And the end that makes the most of life. 12241|I saw that face, ======================================== SAMPLE 3980 ======================================== 36782|Is, as well. 36782|But yet _then_ we are so very far from this, 36782|Since here we are, to make us understand; 36782|So here I am (to set at naught my fears) 36782|And in this place I have my little task: 36782|I wish you'd all get out and know yourselves 36782|Before the great world knows. 36782|_I_. Now, _here_, you must, and only you, abide, 36782|Yourselves shall judge, be _loyal_, _good_, _hard_; 36782|When I'm old (and then, I think, I'll grow, 36782|And then, too, I hope to be _dear_) 36782|I hope to show how the world's a _fairer_ place_; 36782|Yet, since the world can only make me so, 36782|I'll be one thing, and only one, _happy_; 36782|And so, my little Reader, go on, 36782|As though you knew your own soul _here_! 36782|If they ask you, 'Why,' you answer, 'What's a_wn't?' 36782|You will, by God, learn that _then_. 36782|_I_. They have tried (to be _conventional_), 36782|(Not just in politics, but everywhere) 36782|To make you (like, so long your life, 36782|From your infancy to your death) 36782|A _little_ _man_; and, I do not doubt it, 36782|That some find that a little _is_ 36782|"No reason for the world."--_Henry George_. 36782|But you'll be the _old_ man, and, in Heaven's name, 36782|Can you not, with an _audacious_ smile, 36782|Say, in a "curious, funny way," 36782|"In an era of _bureaucracy_, 36782|I was no more (at least, let me be _clear_") 36782|Dismissed, like a little drunkard, 36782|As "too busy" to work? 36782|_I_. But, for God's sake, _do not_ try 36782|(Although (I hope you'll not inquire) 36782|(_Not all_!) to answer the kind 36782|Of questions that come to me 36782|That I would, if asked, not hesitate 36782|To answer if asked? 36782|_I_. The answer is, of course, no; 36782|I am, _nevertheless_ a _man_, 36782|And I'm here simply as a _man_, 36782|But the question is, when _you_ are, 36782|You'll be _here_, no doubt? 36782|_I_. As soon? 36782|_I_. If my life's on the move, I'll _stay_ there; 36782|But if I _become_ a man, 36782|I will not, I beg, delay 36782|That _home_,--I mean, _I'd rather have a place than a home_! 36782|_I_. And, if the world should say, in anger, 36782|(Or if some other, more congenial fate) 36782|"She'd rather starve than have you here!" 36782|Then, as a _man_, one can only say, 36782|_"What _you're_ going to do for _us_, 36782|Or what you mean, by asking, _why_?" 36782|_You_ are in the habit, in time to-morrow, 36782|Of looking very queer; 36782|And, though your nose is _off_ at the best, 36782|_I_ have never, _excepting those _one and done_, 36782|Been at _any_ fair. 36782|Your nose is _off_? Good heavens! 36782|_I_. The thing is _broken_ of a shock; 36782|And your _hair_--it is _out_! 36782|_I_. I don't mind;--but I do complain 36782|That no one has heard of me: 36782|And, therefore,--for the sake of you,-- ======================================== SAMPLE 3990 ======================================== 19221|"What ails you, what ails you, my dear? 19221|Why does your sister weep so?" 19221|So the poor girl stood alone, 19221|Wistful, and wistful, and pale. 19221|"If you will take my hand, my dear, 19221|We'll walk together down 19221|Some pleasant way, to make our talk 19221|Less needful,--so shall we be 19221|Self-supporting, and secure 19221|From the cold touch of sordid hands 19221|"O, walk with me, walk with me, my dear! 19221|Say not 'She's woe for him,' but 'How may he die 19221|For her love lost!' 'Tis well, perhaps, 19221|That she whom Heaven ordains to wed 19221|The best man she has or will select 19221|Shall nurse the cause that must succeed 19221|Her marriage with the best man beseems 19221|The maiden's love, the maid's resentment 19221|At seeing neglected him,--the boy 19221|In vain repenting,--the maid in vain 19221|Refuséd to speak,--and she will die!" 19221|The fire that feedeth us from day to day 19221|Breathes not upon us fire so fair as this 19221|Which toucheth us from flame. In olden time 19221|Beauty lived in flowers, like Summer's pride; 19221|And Winter's coldness, like Autumn's snows, 19221|Hung dormant in beauty's heart. But time 19221|Forsakes his pride, and Winter's reign is past; 19221|His snows have blown, and Summer springs adown 19221|The waving corn-sheaves still maintain 19221|Those fair enchantments which the mind of man 19221|The beautiful, the transient beauty bred 19221|In hearts that loved beauty. Lo! we see 19221|The days of youth again in beauty's eyes: 19221|Her youthful beauty once was beauteous, 19221|But now is sick, as once of Summer's sweets 19221|Sick like the bowers of Paradise. 19221|But Beauty still is beautiful, and still 19221|Time's icy hand is laid but to undo 19221|The broken stones of beauty: like a tree 19221|Scarce nurtured, soon groweth into flower 19221|And bears high hope for us, though but our 19221|Her beauty hath fled; and the full tide 19221|Of past years changing into future years 19221|Rolls o'er the present; the new roses pluck 19221|And the old thorn concealeth in its breast 19221|And giveth us all that was so sweet and dear. 19221|"Come live with me, Fair Maid!" she said -- she came -- 19221|"Come live with me, and be my fair maid, 19221|And we will wash our feet, and make our beds, 19221|And lie upon the lowly grass so near 19221|The red clover to the sky, that we 19221|Might blush to be upon the earth so near." 19221|Her footsteps quick and eager she advanced, 19221|Sweet footsteps, quick and eager she pressed 19221|To her bright dwelling, where she knew was love, 19221|And knelt at break of day to knelt to him; 19221|And he received her with a smile and kiss 19221|As white as driven snow. And still he went 19221|His snow-white feet were trod, and still she wept-- 19221|Nor sleep, nor food, nor water, brought her joy-- 19221|But still she wept, and still the snow-white feet 19221|Went searching through that land of mystery, 19221|Where no good thing might be seen, save God-- 19221|For she passed thro the fields of amber corn, 19221|And over to the river of light, 19221|To wander where the silent waters flow; 19221|But still she wept, and still his smile was dew 19221|On her dark eyes--the blue eyes of Fair Maid. 19221|Then came a murmur like the waters' flow 19221|When birds are clustered in a rooky nest; 19221|And thro the blue air came voices sweet 19221|Of lovers on an ======================================== SAMPLE 4000 ======================================== 1166|All the ways of man they loved so well. 1166|God bless you, too, in your lonely woe. 1166|O! let me think of you! 1166|In the dead of night 1166|As I slept, I heard a little voice 1166|Go singing in the dark, 1166|And I woke and laughed to see a light, 1166|And I went wandering through the night 1166|And never spoke a word. 1166|What do you think of me? 1166|And in the morning 1166|When I rose and looked in the glass, 1166|Like a bud in the spring 1166|The buds were white and the leaves were red. 1166|The white buds touched my cheeks and the red 1166|The lips of a girl, 1166|The two of us sat together alone, 1166|And there was a smile 1166|In her hungry, white-faced eyes. 1166|Then in a few days 1166|I saw her like a child 1166|With wild eyes and a frightened mouth -- 1166|The smile of a fairy. 1166|A little child and a fairy -- 1166|She turned away without saying grace. 1166|For she was only two, 1166|And what had she to do 1166|But lead me to a little house, 1166|And say, "Come with me?" 1166|I was her child. 1166|The morning came 1166|I knew the world was good to me 1166|And that she loved me. 1166|Then as the days went by 1166|I seemed to see a little child 1166|Sit in the shining window-seat 1166|On a white-faced boat, -- 1166|With a little, white-faced child 1166|For a mother. 1166|So I waited and waited, 1166|And the little one would go 1166|With her mother. 1166|And there was a little one 1166|And one beside her, 1166|And they listened to her sing -- 1166|They loved her so. 1166|And that was all the world to me. 1166|And that was all the world to me. 1166|And then I heard the little word 1166|When I heard the child 1166|And never did the world seem good to me -- 1166|But now, since that mother died, 1166|I am a child of God! 1166|I'm a little old lady 1166|With a heart that aches for you, 1166|I'm a little old lady 1166|Who served in the Second World War. 1166|You must be on the war records 1166|Of your country and the dead, 1166|And the women who have been there, 1166|But you'll be lost if you hide. 1166|For the men I love will never 1166|Ever see me again, 1166|And some men look at my face 1166|And are mad to have me met. 1166|So I pray you don't mind me, 1166|Lest you should think I'm dead, 1166|Because that I'm only little 1166|And the war was long ago. 1166|(Written at the Hotel Pousette, near Seine-Saint Vincent, August, 1944 - 1166|I was happy just a little as I sat there in the rain 1166|To think I ought to be happy. My head was good and dry 1166|And a little green leaf had brushed me -- but I felt so small. 1166|And there were pictures, old magazines, old pictures of the train, 1166|The girls on the platform, the people sitting in the seats. 1166|Now you see the times I've missed as men fighting in the line, 1166|But it's always nice to be fighting. Oh, the things I missed 1166|As boys in the days of 'Frisco! All the boys is there 1166|Crying 'the day is good' and laughing, and every man's got his weapon 1166|Ready to face his man; and it's nice to be fighting then. 1166|Now a soldier's dead and the others are getting good medals; 1166|The girl's fighting in the First World War -- I'm doing nothing -- why? 1166|But it's good to ======================================== SAMPLE 4010 ======================================== 4253|I have heard of your power as well, 4253|I have seen it, have seen 4253|(If, by and by, the day arrives 4253|When you can dox me) 4253|All the people that you'd have chosen 4253|To run after you in the race,-- 4253|All the people you would have chosen, 4253|As your party chieftain 4253|In the party-chieftain's role,-- 4253|All the people who would help you 4253|A-topping you, forsooth! 4253|Then the times would be all set 4253|To balance down your pride; 4253|You could have in any station, 4253|In any office be, 4253|By your chosen people's mandate 4253|Yourself appointed; 4253|None but A-topping you, 4253|A-topping you, no otherway! 4253|And you'd have the country by the hair 4253|Of your smallpox-protection, 4253|By the hair of your smallpox-protection 4253|By the hair of your smallpox-protection, 4253|Should you come, like a robber-chief, 4253|And lay your hand on your people, 4253|And should come to a hospital, 4253|No doctor but yourself could save them!" 4253|And he laughs to think of it, 4253|Thinks of his first plan, 4253|His first plan for starting up a government, 4253|And turning the land upside down, 4253|And the people left in the lurch, 4253|Left in the sink, left in the sink. 4253|So, his old plan done, 4253|With a quill 4253|As long as the head of a feather-- 4253|So, the first line of his Constitution, 4253|Wrote, writ by pen 4253|As old as the world was round, 4253|Wrote, read by me-- 4253|First line of that new plan 4253|Was, "I am president by and with my own assent," 4253|And the second 4253|Bold as a bomb, 4253|Was, "I am president through an electoral college." 4253|And the third 4253|Was, "A dividend to myself--a whole life's dividend," 4253|And the fourth, 4253|Held that position 4253|Through a second session of Congress, 4253|Ere the people had had time to think it over, 4253|Ere the people, like the serfs at their lord's command, 4253|Had determined who was to be "president by and by." 4253|And presently 4253|(Like the splash of hot waters from the waste pipes unstayed) 4253|He was taking his stand beneath the stars! 4253|He was standing prime 4253|In the midst of a serf's hall! 4253|Heard the crackle and commotion far away, 4253|As some one or other dog is torn from its trainer's kiss! 4253|heard anything like the sound of a cat and a mouse? 4253|What was that? 4253|A sound of revel and shouting and applause 4253|From what I distinctly can see, 4253|But who are the people that got it? 4253|Proved by the date of its mention 4253|(This was not in connection 4253|With the cat or mouse or dog, 4253|But out of the whole history of the house), 4253|Proved by the thing itself alone, 4253|As only a prodigy can be, 4253|Proved by its only appearance in the history 4253|Ever of the house in question. 4253|And here it stands on the parquet floor: 4253|Proved by a single sheet of the parquet floor; 4253|And who got the parquet in the parquet? 4253|It is the president's daughter! 4253|Only the president's daughter? 4253|And this proves it? 4253|This proves (I say) 4253|That only the president's _daughter_ can be 4253|Owner of this parquet! 4253|If 'twere so, 4253|Some one must have got it in a scratch or two 4253|Ere it ======================================== SAMPLE 4020 ======================================== 24334|"And I will keep thee, and I have been told so true." 24334|"Then come with me," she said; "it has been long a year-- 24334|There is not room for me in the great fleet yonder," 24334|And in that dark garden of the dead she went; 24334|But as she passed away, her mother, standing near, 24334|Said softly: "This evening, my child, there is one 24334|Who shall be here in half the gods' designs." 24334|"I was not at all that way," said she, "if my mind 24334|Could find no mean to escape the fates in Spring." 24334|Thus on from night to night, and long to wander 24334|Onward she fared, in sorrow's train, but ever 24334|Till the first stars lit her, by the fountain-brink. 24334|And next morn a maiden sat beneath the tree; 24334|And there, in that wild garden of the dead, 24334|Upon the grass she lay upon her back, 24334|And dreamed she heard the whippoorwills, and the tune 24334|Of the lone daffodil, and the little wind 24334|Sudden, that murmured her name round and round. 24334|So she lay there and dreamed; and on the grass 24334|She heard: "The fates, the fates!" she murmured weak-- 24334|"Fate,--no, no,--'tis fates that can't be changed!" 24334|"And I am one of the gods that cannot die." 24334|"But say, my child, shall thou seek for death?" 24334|She asked sadly, and the answer came 24334|In a half-sobriety; "What is life?" 24334|Then she said she saw some young men, 24334|Grown old with care; and in the distance 24334|Above the hills the old wind rose, 24334|And, like a shadow on the boughs, 24334|The daffodil grew pale. 24334|"Go, my child, and look not back;-- 24334|Who sees us will find us soon--soon." 24334|"Who looks on us in death,--death comes,-- 24334|We two shall vanish for a while; 24334|For some strange thing that God shall do 24334|In the great sea of life,--soon, soon." 24334|"But how shall I know how shall look back, 24334|How shall go over before I die, 24334|In my new boat of stars, like a bird 24334|Flying through the skies." "Ah! but how, my child?" 24334|"In those new eyes the light shall gleam, 24334|In those new eyes the light shall glow 24334|Till the old star fades out forever. 24334|(I shall dream on her, for I shall see her 24334|Out o' the dusk) or if a dreamer's hand, 24334|A little man with a new-born light, 24334|Shall come and give me a dream, and stay 24334|And listen and listen to my rhyme. 24334|Or, if a bird shall tell it, it shall sing, 24334|It shall say: 'I felt her near.'" 24334|"A bird, a bird!" So they made answer; 24334|"We felt her near, our ship, our ship; 24334|Oh, why was she not closer still?" 24334|"The world," said she, "is a very weary tale, 24334|And we might go to sleep that way." 24334|"Ah, who will listen to that rhyme?" 24334|"Somewhere in God's house, my child; 24334|A little voice shall answer, 24334|"I can find you something more contented 24334|Than that old ship of sail." 24334|"One sail in Heaven"--"And that dead land, 24334|And hear men talking"? 24334|"No, no! There is no such thing!" 24334|"Then there are gods on earth; but they are not the same; 24334|You know the story, child." 24334|"One of them is Mercury," 24334|She said with smiling eyes. 24334|And with the sun and stars ======================================== SAMPLE 4030 ======================================== May never again be my lot! 38520|He that doth but write, doth but read; 38520|And he that writes, doth but think; 38520|He that writes, has but strokes to show; 38520|And he that writes, hath but rhyme to do, 38520|And has but rhyme, to read? 38520|I, that would fain be he 38520|And write, but that I do not, therefore, 38520|Can write but little verses, therefore 38520|Will only be he, 38520|Who can be we, and yet be us, 38520|And yet be nothing but us, 38520|And yet be all the while what we, 38520|Because we never ourselves are, 38520|That is, since that which we are, are 38520|I mean not to deny, but to praise; 38520|I mean not, Wisdom, to be proud 38520|In this world, of so manifold worth, 38520|And so much good, a prize may be said 38520|Too high for any man to reach; 38520|But I would think if I did, 38520|Some one might see that I meant it, 38520|And that this world's glory can be 38520|For so much pridefulness compared,-- 38520|That all I can be, is, that I have 38520|That I acknowledge myself one of you; 38520|That since I might be all, I am but one, 38520|And if am come to make and prove free, 38520|Have I not, then, the very same right to be, 38520|As if I had been, and all those men of you? 38520|Is there no other world where all are wights, 38520|But where the wings of all that winged their speed 38520|Or, if that wing of theirs failed, the tail of a 38520|Pinnace did their wings outgrow, or a 38520|Flying-bird of the air did their tail? 38520|Then there are others who cannot see 38520|If all things are one sea, one universe-- 38520|So one as infinite as that they live in. 38520|O, but the wings of all of them shall have wings. 38520|Is there no world where, though we fly our lives, 38520|We do not live? if we do live yet, 38520|Why, this will last an eternity; 38520|And the soul of man never will die, 38520|But, if there should be a death to it, still 38520|Be an atom alive of this same world where all 38520|Are of one nature, all not of one world. 38520|All the winds, all the seas are one; all the stars, 38520|The stars, are only stars; all the flowers, flowers, 38520|Flowers that in Springtime wither and wither, 38520|And only wither and wither again, 38520|And die. And the wind that never goes out 38520|Is but a wind as it passes past a star, 38520|A flower-flower that dies, and withers ere it withers 38520|Or dies. 38520|And the sea is but a sea, and all the stars, 38520|The stars, are only stars; and all the flowers, flowers, 38520|Flowers that in Summer come forth and wither, 38520|And the few flowers that are born, born again, 38520|In the world of time, with our years and days, 38520|Are but times, not ever to fade away. 38520|I will not think that time has not his share 38520|In these things, as in all things. All the world 38520|Is bound up in one round, solid world of mind, 38520|And in that round I think is the eternal life 38520|And eternal mind. But where are the infinite springs 38520|That bind all these times, 38520|That hold the whole world in their whirl all fast, 38520|And yet hold not one moment in the life 38520|Of this world? 38520|Is there no one spring of all the springs 38520|That flow from all these waters? 38520|Or is it but as if they flouted us 38520|And came to fill our eyes? 38520|'T is not so. ======================================== SAMPLE 4040 ======================================== 8187|The sweetest song the world could boast 8187|Of this its summer noon have ceased; 8187|And now, behold, the bird that made 8187|Their summer dreams so bright and gay, 8187|Is singing to its rest at last. 8187|Ah! soon her soul its lullaby 8187|From thy gay wings shall break again, 8187|And let the sunbeam paint her breast,-- 8187|Thou art gone--gone, farewell, for ever! 8187|The sun was warm and bright, 8187|And the air, so unbounded, free, 8187|Was strewed with gold and stone 8187|Away from the village lane, 8187|So many a maid, as fair 8187|And lovely as the day. 8187|The night has been a night of rest until now. 8187|"I have seen her; I have seen her," said the young man, and 8187|As I sat there, alone, alone, 8187|My heart ached with fear and care, 8187|With the thought of that day gone. 8187|Away from the village, away from the town, 8187|The light so bright and so pure; 8187|And the air so sweet and mellow, 8187|All through the silent night, 8187|Singing in a joyous measure 8187|The story of Love's flight. 8187|That morning in the little churchyard she lay, 8187|A lovely maiden of the wood; 8187|The moon looked down on a heart so white and light, 8187|And she said, as I think, now and then:-- 8187|"If her cheek be as pure as her heart is pure, 8187|As fair as her eyes of light are bright, 8187|As calm as her moods, oh, well-a-day! 8187|"God's blessing on the maid that loves her well, 8187|That loveth him and blesseth her true! 8187|That loveth and blesseth her true!" 8187|It's quite the same story all over again, 8187|The same simple love-song as that first time I heard; 8187|The sun, toiling o'er the weary land, 8187|Is brighter now than at all before; 8187|And, as far o'er the silent sea is seen 8187|The white and shining bark that sails with hope to meet 8187|So the love-gems in her cheeks have their last day's way, 8187|Like those that sail with pleasure upon life's storm. 8187|"Oh, where's the village?" he then made reply, 8187|As onward he wandered on, 8187|"The little church is not so handy in it; 8187|"I wish I had got the village out." 8187|When, lo! that sound, when, ah, how dreadful! 8187|I hardly could have guessed 8187|That voice I heard in the valley, the wood, 8187|Should be the voice she's known in the world. 8187|"Is there no more village homes," she went on, 8187|"Where I can go, young man?" 8187|That night when we were sitting all alone 8187|I did not know that we loved, I did not know 8187|That we should then love each other so! 8187|Oh, well, my friend, I've nothing more to say, 8187|But this--think and act as you'll act, you young man; 8187|And give my girl, or your heart the love it owes 8187|It may not need when yours lives with her by-- 8187|The child of our blessed Father in Heaven. 8187|There was a time, when the world was still young, 8187|When hearts, like planets, were young to my mind; 8187|When the young world was young and the hearts of men 8187|Were love eternal to them as to me! 8187|How different is the time since then, when hearts, like planets, are old 8187|How different are the days when the hearts of men are young. 8187|I had a long time ago forgotten that we love a child-- 8187|Not all that have ever to live from their very birth, 8187|But those of old who feel like a living delight 8187|And love her as a soul for ======================================== SAMPLE 4050 ======================================== A little white child, that stood 20956|Upon his father's knee. 20956|As I went down the hill, 20956|And came before my father's door 20956|Before the sun was high, 20956|As I went down the hill, 20956|'Twas sweet to think that sweet spring noon 20956|Would never shine again,-- 20956|That sweet spring noon of love, 20956|When on the forest side 20956|I met with Eolian mother 20956|I met with Eolian child! 20956|They held her by the hand, 20956|They touched her with their wands, 20956|They strewed flowers in her face; 20956|I heard them sing till noon, 20956|Till noon of day I heard; 20956|_What makes the wind blow?_ 20956|_What makes the wind blow?_ 20956|_It's the young nightingale._ 20956|The winds were over Cape Wrath, 20956|The sea spread dark and dun, 20956|The wild bird sang with happy mind 20956|And longed for spring again. 20956|The sea spread dark and dun 20956|And gave him spring again, 20956|With glad heart glad and peaceful he 20956|Saw every star that shines. 20956|He watched the moon when brightest, 20956|Then heard the wood-pigeon cry, 20956|He watched the white-throat sing, 20956|Then took the cradled kitten in his hand 20956|And led him to the tree. 20956|The sea spread dark and dun 20956|And gave him spring again, 20956|With happy heart, happy and peaceful 20956|He saw the red rose fall. 20956|He lifted up the crumpled flower 20956|Where the sun smote it down, 20956|He saw the rose's sweet fragrance shed 20956|On the trembling morning dew. 20956|He stood under the blossoms 20956|The swallows had forsaken, 20956|And the wild birds made music 20956|In the crimson twilight. 20956|He leaned upon the crannies, 20956|And spoke with gentle voice, 20956|Crying aloud, "_Sanguis fatimam_," 20956|Until the trees would answer. 20956|The swallows fled from morning, 20956|The leaves came floating by! 20956|"_He is dead_" was all that he spake, 20956|But nevermore he slept! 20956|He moved with rhythmic step, 20956|And when he sank to rest 20956|The world seemed changed for ever. 20956|It seemed that night and day 20956|The stars like suns danced high; 20956|No nightingale had said, 20956|"He is dead," but stilled the winds. 20956|And when the stars came forth, 20956|They woke the world for ever. 20956|There's a new dawn in my East, 20956|And a new day on my lips, 20956|In a new house, upon a new shore, 20956|I am new and I am old. 20956|But the dawn of the long-past yoke 20956|Is very near at hand, 20956|And the tide of war, or the sea-tide, 20956|Will wipe away the red. 20956|And the red-haired martyr of Babel, 20956|Who walked with me in my pride, 20956|Will not comfort me as he walked, 20956|While I lie with the cold. 20956|But they shall not build a temple 20956|To the Lord of all their kind; 20956|Nor shall they sacrifice frank Cain, 20956|Nor shall they burn an offering 20956|Till the Lord hath spoken fair. 20956|And I shall be old and weary, 20956|And my strength shall decay, 20956|Weary of living my life, 20956|Weary of seeking good; 20956|Yet shall I watch around me, 20956|Through a glass dark and hoar, 20956|For the Lord, whose hand is for prayer, 20956|Shall draw a curtain there. 20956|O, the red-ruddy rose shall bleed 20956|For a broken heart to- ======================================== SAMPLE 4060 ======================================== I sing the heart's desire, 28591|The heart's delight, 28591|That, like the Sunbeam's ray, the day 28591|Shines on the land. 28591|I sing the joy that comes 28591|From manhood's best, 28591|And that is love of home 28591|And home-bred rest. 28591|I sing the life with heart 28591|Strong for the strife, 28591|And be it ever so hard 28591|The triumph still. 28591|And in the path 28591|So bitter black and drear 28591|I still shall find 28591|The brightest side of God 28591|And that is peace. 28591|I sing the love of Him 28591|Who said, "I am the sea," 28591|And, on His blessed cross, 28591|To draw the weary sea 28591|To rest His servant. 28591|Oh, hearken to them who are singing. Come nearer. 28591|There is no joy but this of our meeting. 28591|The happy heart that hearkens to the music 28591|Hath peace, such joy as we have known before. 28591|Let us rejoice that such sweet music is ringing: 28591|Our God is with us. 28591|Let us rejoice that such pure music is ringing: 28591|The Lord is with us. 28591|What is the work of life? 28591|The way, the goal; 28591|The daily toil and strife, 28591|Of all that men have done; 28591|God will perform; 28591|Let us sing-- 28591|For the hour, the moment 28591|In which we live. 28591|What is the work of man? 28591|Selfish fear, 28591|Gross greed, and hate, 28591|Lose faith in man; 28591|Sow seed in our side 28591|Like treason in the grain; 28591|Man's life is such 28591|Little to live or give,-- 28591|Only to take and hold. 28591|What is man's great task? 28591|His own delight, 28591|Bold self-desire, 28591|Glorious end, 28591|To serve God well; 28591|To seek, be sought, 28591|And, having found him, live. 28591|What is man's smallest need? 28591|A good, honest friend; 28591|Then God will do; 28591|Let us sing-- 28591|The hour, the moment 28591|In which we live. 28591|Life is its own reward! 28591|It is not gained 28591|By labor, strife; 28591|But by the love of him who hath toil for it. 28591|We do but keep our throats clean; 28591|We will be all undone 28591|If thou art not held in thine hand. 28591|Our souls are strong; 28591|We cannot care. 28591|But thou and I 28591|We have enough 28591|Both of earth and sky; 28591|Nothing on earth can bring 28591|A joy so deep and sure. 28591|There is nothing which can make 28591|A day seem any less; 28591|But the thought of that one dear friend 28591|Which every hour we miss. 28591|There is no work is there half so good 28591|As thoughts of him I cherish here. 28591|'Tis joy to be 28591|The little, man with wings, 28591|A little bird with pinion; 28591|And so I feel, in spite of sorrow, 28591|That I shall see him sometimes. 28591|He comes again 28591|With new-created peace 28591|And joyous air 28591|And joy and joy again. 28591|His soul is at rest, 28591|And can be glad with gladness. 28591|I shall see him often. 28591|Then, God, grant 28591|That I may see him, 28591|And he to me, too. 28591|As I wandered lonely, 28591|O'er hill, o'er dale, 28591|My mother's voice did sing-- 28591|'Look up, little ======================================== SAMPLE 4070 ======================================== 1731|And, if you could hear me, you should know 1731|As much as I. Let not one word go. 1731|You'll know that neither the poor, the rich, 1731|The high, the low, nor the high nor lowe, 1731|Will make me doubt your word, however 1731|Hands you take. And, O, your dear dear heart! 1731|How shall I let it go? 1731|(She kisses him.) 1731|We are at last. It was all for you. I trust 1731|Within your soul, and that of all your race, 1731|That only you and I may now rejoice. 1731|(For a moment the fire goes out.) 1731|Now all our tasks, for we have had our fill, 1731|Are one.... We have no more to do. For now 1731|We are alone; and, if the sun of love 1731|Has left this side of heaven, we must go. 1731|(They look toward the sea.) 1731|And now, good friends, we must behold the world.-- 1731|The great and small of us at peace! I feel 1731|No more this heart thumping at my heart; no more 1731|That pulsing thro' my veins! Oh, be content. 1731|But, sister, since ye are not here, farewell. 1731|(ENDING.) 1830|(Chapel in the garden of the Castle of Sirion.) 1830|O, 'tis sweet to be once more in the olden time! 1830|The early music, the summer light, and sweet 1830|The song that charmed us by its magic spell. 1830|How well it suits my heart these songs to remember! 1830|To me, old-fashioned heroes are as far removed, 1830|As the well-water and the field-rose that I knew, 1830|When the great mountains to the ancient gods applied, 1830|And the high gods to the young man who made them. 1830|Ascraem and Arius and Bacchus they are, 1830|Yet, for all these, some people love them still. 1830|Old-fashioned heroes are dear. To me they are, 1830|The well-water and the field-rose of our days. 1830|I turn again from the past, and bid the world good-night. 1830|How well my old song suits the longing in my breast! 1830|For in this garden of old memories 1830|The first flower is sweet, 1830|The first lark is clear, the first bird is free, 1830|The first morn's first beam,--all these were for you. 1830|And well I knew you, young Bellerophon, 1830|For we had played some game together 1830|That was old, true magic and new play. 1830|And yet I have not told you all, my dear, 1830|But a few years since you were all for me, 1830|The first flower you threw, the first lark you sung; 1830|And for this I have written this old song. 1830|And it comes from you, and it comes from you, 1830|It sings from me, it sings, love with passion stirs, 1830|And I feel, ah, so good-morrow to you! 1830|Here, in this shady, close-secluded garden, 1830|That's only known for you alone, 1830|I sit with hands upon my head, 1830|The leaves around me fall 1830|As down it fell asleep, 1830|And nothing disturbs even here. 1830|For even here is even space, 1830|Even here is sound below; 1830|And here are even eyes that smile 1830|And lips that whisper still: 1830|'Tis the same still garden, 1830|Where nothing ever has been changed, 1830|And here our whole, perfect year 1830|Never has ever been quite even. 1830|And here, 'mid leaves like stars above, 1830|White clouds like linnets sing, 1830|And here is even white sleep. 1830|And so you are come with sweet dreams, 1830|My dear Bellerophon, 1830|And not away to some strange, unknown ======================================== SAMPLE 4080 ======================================== 3295|Touches, wherewith I know them,--the one is that of his 3295|sister, Eriphyle, who is dead. The other is the woman whom 3295|Aeneas loved. (Aeneid, i. 563.) We pass to the next man: this 3295|is Amata, daughter of Orsino of Lucca, who, according to the 3295|Poet, was "first in arms," and a battle-successor to Aeneas. 3295|But what a horrid wreck of peace it was to be his wife's fate 3295|to stand there in a perpetual dilemma between Aeneas and himself 3295|and be reconciled to her, and all this at a time when the 3295|Achaians were so very far apart in religion and in love. (Cicero 3295|to Amata, "He that doth all things for God, him will he have; 3295|but thou, my friend, let him come to thy house and his 3295|treasures, for, as soon as he has eaten, he will come to 3295|have you." The same sentiment seems to have been applicable even 3295|more than to Amata in the end. The words, "O God of our 3295|sorrows, grant us now to end all these woes, that we may 3295|follow the example of Aeneas, and set forth for Troy in 3295|order that our tears may flow for the other women," were 3295|heard by the Achaians. The poet was, at the same time, 3295|saying, "The Trojans need not go to the city, or to the 3295|Achaean sacrifices, they are all dead, yet shall be 3295|gathered for the house of Achilles," and yet he was saying "Nay, 3295|I dare not go to the Achaean sacrifices! I hate the 3295|Achaean gods, I hate the gods of war! I will not 3295|follow Achilles with my host to his mother's tomb!" 3295|Amata was the most beloved of her father, and his 3295|despair made him very tender, crying, "No word of your 3295|tears will my brother utter. My father, I fear him; the 3295|fear is a bitter thing in the presence of a sire. Go thou, 3295|till avenge this grief upon Aeneas! He did not love thee 3295|longer than I loved thee," and the tears poured from his 3295|ruins. 3295|Aeneas is sent to Troy to look for Aeneas. He first 3295|takes Creusa to the bath-room of the wise Odysseus; when 3295|he awakes, he calls her up to his bed-room, and she is still. 3295|In bed she lies, and wakes only when Aeneas calls, but is 3295|too tired to sleep. His heart is in the wrong place to be sure. 3295|When night comes, he gets out of the bed-room, goes through the 3295|house, and takes one step across the threshold to the hall, 3295|wherein he finds his wife sitting on a stool, in a corner 3295|somewhat before her place. In her hands she holds a cup, from 3295|which she drinks. "If this is a marriage, let us wed!" 3295|A smile comes o'er his face. 3295|The king of the Achaians is in the midst of his court, 3295|and the queen's in the midst of her chamber, as a bride; and 3295|Athamas is in the midst of the rest of the court, and the 3295|guardian of all is Athamas, waiting to receive the 3295|first of the suitors whom his queen has met, and to punish 3295|him accordingly. 3295|Then the king of the Achaeans called the people together, 3295|as is meet and right for a king, and said to them, "Let it 3295|be our task to give the chosen of the Achaians a goodly 3295|present--a golden goblet, richly inscribed with the 3295|words of love, for the stranger's sake; and let us lay 3295|rich gifts ======================================== SAMPLE 4090 ======================================== 1304|Of all the world, and yet I do not know 1304|What, my dearest Lady, you are worth, or what 1304|Your heart desireth most? 1304|O do not tell 1304|My heart desireth nothing else, but only this: 1304|To hear her name when I am dead, and to see 1304|Her in her glory rise. 1304|WHEN I could not look Love in the face, 1304|As I did now, I turned away. 1304|But when Love did ope his mouth and look, 1304|My heart within me burned and beat. 1304|O that it might so be as I did then, 1304|But turned away instead! 1304|O LOVE! if thou wert once from such a Tale 1304|Disposed, how quickly all would be well! 1304|What pleasure, what unutterable bliss, 1304|Should ne'er be lost for love of thee? 1304|As I do now, having turned my face 1304|On this poor heart, that I do feel within, 1304|I am persuaded by what it can feel, 1304|And deem it as I thought it: 1304|Because thou liv'st, and I cannot die, 1304|That we must live together still. 1304|THERE be those in the world, that do pretend 1304|To wisdom, and to worldly knowledge; these 1304|That hold their ears to hear, their noses spout, 1304|Their noses spout of course, and their tongues approve. 1304|If the spout would cease, let the polishing cease 1304|Between them and their votaries; if you cease 1304|With those that breed, let the germs cease also; 1304|Let the wise cease, the prudent perish too: 1304|He that endeth not his own ends must have 1304|A witness none; for those that wise have pow'r 1304|Are vain to us; for those that prudent have power 1304|Are children to none but to their teachers. 1304|WHOE'ER she be, 1304|That will not confess, 1304|That I do love her. 1304|'Tis she that hath my heart, 1304|My substance, my delight, 1304|Of all that there doth lie 1304|Upon my soul. 1304|She that can make me happy, 1304|Make me still merry; 1304|That can make my thoughts to flow 1304|In smooth and musical measure, 1304|As the prattling rills do here; 1304|That is the true lover's queen; 1304|More than th' moon or sun, 1304|Puissant, bright, and stately, 1304|She is to me. 1304|WHEN in sadness, when in doubt, 1304|Do I call on thee, 1304|Let thy spirit comfort me 1304|Though it lower be. 1304|When as nothing more doth please 1304|Than what is wholly thine, 1304|Let it then fall upon me 1304|As a soft influence. 1304|When as the day doth cease 1304|In the evening, in the east, 1304|Let it then depart from thee 1304|In the likeness of a dove; 1304|When as the night doth cease 1304|In the morning, in the west, 1304|Let it then appear in thee 1304|As a roseate light. 1304|When as my thoughts do languish, 1304|When my spirit is slack, 1304|Let them rest on thee, dear Name; 1304|Let them be of thy cheer, 1304|As it were that apparition 1304|When thou wert left for me. 1304|When as my letters wax less, 1304|When as I languish less, 1304|Let them be of thy cheer, dear Name; 1304|As I was left for thee. 1304|When as I pray to die, 1304|(Let it then kiss on me, 1304|As did I pray of yore for thee, 1304|When thee I did for me give,) 1304|Let it then kiss on me, 1304|As a kiss from flowers it fell, 1304|As an image of ======================================== SAMPLE 4100 ======================================== 36954|He has a sense in his marrow 'at 36954|Lickin' young women's faces--even 36954|As fer a man o' life's two-tim'outh. 36954|An' if any th'amazing one is 36954|The type most needn't have in a wig, 36954|He's sure o' somethin' big or small, 36954|Ez long as the whiskers is on. 36954|Don't he have a soul? Ah wuk er smart! 36954|Ner don't he--well, ah wuk er both. 36954|"I must be lookin' pale," she said, 36954|An' blunk a glance in his direction. 36954|"I've a-just seen you to-day," 36954|He said with his 'longin' nose, 36954|"I was comin' down upon Queen-Stair 36954|And I have forgot this place. 36954|The people there, I think, don't much care 36954|For pretty things, I think,--especially 36954|For hair o' any sort o' hue. 36954|It's hard to tell," she said, "for there isn't 36954|A single house they don't mind. 36954|The women seems polite, an' when a man 36954|Hears some 'arf-an'-five bells ring, 36954|They all go chirrup-like an' talk 36954|A big, loud o' fun about the sky-- 36954|The kind that "sky" implies. 36954|All this I tried to glean, of course, 36954|But still, when I said, "My Dear, 36954|"Your home for me," the voice-heir sighed, 36954|An' shook her curls, an' went away. 36954|I think that's all!" he blurted out, 36954|An' paused to think, an' almost cried 36954|The while he did it--for he thought 36954|That she had just married--wasn't she? 36954|Oh, how I'd like to go an' see 36954|My Aunt! Oh, how I'd sit, and think 36954|On things I used to know of her, 36954|When we was little children, long ago! 36954|I guess I must come to, then, or 'll; 36954|An' yet, there's somethin' in our relationship 36954|That makes the thought almost heartbreaking; 36954|For Aunt, when you mention _Mary_, 36954|The tears will start gasin' come again! 36954|But, I dunno, she seems so 'neath-ground, 36954|I don't much care, an' I don't really care 36954|An' never, EVER want to come back 36954|To see what I used to 'ear a-doam-- 36954|The house where we lived--a-stayin' now! 36954|But it's _my_ home!--it's _my's home! 36954|It's all just a bit o' dancin'-place 36954|An' the folks I used ter know; 36954|The place is just the same 'an it used ter be-- 36954|No bits an' changes. 36954|It'd be a _tent_ all right, if I were there; 36954|We'd just sit down, or sit down at least, 36954|An', what's the pity in that?-- 36954|"My dear, you'll love me all the better," 36954|My Aunt would say: an' I never knew, 36954|But I tried--and I tried! 36954|We always gave a mighty shove-out 36954|When I 'd just wuk with Aunt! Oh, she'd scold 36954|And bericade me 'fore _ever_ wuss 36954|To try an' look at that; and she'd say, 36954|What is this, and then go up-stairs, 36954|An' stay away all sof'ful night, 36954|For to help us in our supper-eating, 36954|An' to help us in our work; 36954|An' then, once in a while, a while 36954|Before we was _fast_ we'd be-tween 'em run ======================================== SAMPLE 4110 ======================================== 1365|The old man is a-strainin' his finger, 1365|And says to the young man, "Stop a-strokein' 1365|On these toes that you're strokein,' and then 1365|Leans down and touches the old man's third toe. 1365|All night long the old man lay there, 1365|Till the first faint slumber had fallen, 1365|And when the young man came there at last, 1365|He said to the old man, "If you'll only 1365|Take off your gloves, I'll play with you 1365|The best of the best of them I've got!" 1365|And off he did his cap, his gloves, 1365|And down along the box stepped Ben, 1365|And touched both his knees and his little toes, 1365|Threw little twigs in the air, and laughed 1365|As he played with the old man's gloves. 1365|And now, when the night had grown still, 1365|And the old man slept at last, 1365|The young man came in and laid his hand 1365|Upon the old man's head and said, 1365|"The only thing that I wish of you 1365|Is to lay your glove upon your knees 1365|And play me the most pleasant game 1365|Of catch-me-canaga. That's what I pray!" 1365|And the old man woke, and, with his eyes 1365|Closing, sat on his low stool out of the room, 1365|And the children went into their beds, 1365|And never were seen together more. 1365|Sick of his wife and children in the city, 1365|Far away his mother did send her, 1365|Wishing tearful for the future, 1365|And so she filled a little bottle 1365|Of oil, and filled the little flask 1365|With nothing else but water from the spring 1365|And so her hands were full with sorrow, 1365|And as for what was coming to her, 1365|She never heard. She took and swallowed 1365|That, and her eyes were bright with sunshine, 1365|And then she asked the moon with wonder, 1365|"If I may drink of the water which you give me?" 1365|And the moon answered, "Drink of it, and so 1365|Make merry for all the days that follow." 1365|"Wherefore should a maiden thus be led 1365|To do what would she not rather refuse?" 1365|"For when the day of Judgment draws apace, 1365|Than to be drowned by the sea-kid's hands, 1365|And then be forced to answer for her crime." 1365|"I wonder what comes of this, 1365|I wonder what you can bring 1365|That will so quickly fly 1365|From the hands of the Devil. 1365|"Do you think there will still be time enough 1365|For him to escape, 1365|Before his people's eyes, 1365|Laugh, as he can do so, 1365|With the faces of his foes, 1365|"And then run and hide 1365|In the hollow of the tree 1365|To escape the fury of the Devil, 1365|As he runs to save himself alone? 1365|He cannot hide from you." 1365|"Oh, I do not believe 1365|I am going to leave you, 1365|Though the words you have told 1365|It will seem to say 1365|That I will not stay long, but go back 1365|Into the world to die; 1365|"And for all you have told me 1365|Of the cruel things and sad things 1365|That come over me, 1365|I must not say, I will not stay 1365|Longer with your eyes, 1365|"And when I go back to where you live, 1365|I must not think 1365|That I ever could forget 1365|What it was all about; 1365|That you were most kind, 1365|And that God was all for all." 1365|"I thank you greatly, mother, 1365|For what you have told me; 1365|Mother, for all your words 1365|And all your help. 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 4120 ======================================== 1382|His hair was white with wind-flowers, 1382|With roses, that are pale with dew. 1382|His eyes were blue, and they were kind, 1382|And he his fair hands held, and kissed. 1382|He was so fair! and so dear, 1382|My soul's sweet sun may see 1382|The hand of him to whom I'll give 1382|My joy! 1382|To the nightingale that sings alway 1382|We twain may fare: 1382|She will sing. 1382|But, when the hour is nigh 1382|When you, and you alone, behold 1382|The star, 1382|Your soul will sink 1382|Beyond earth's joys. 1382|The evening air is cold and hard, 1382|And chill 1382|Shakes on each white cloud the snow, 1382|That like a woman in her prime, 1382|Is passing away. 1382|The woods are dank and dark, 1382|As where the dead feet of the dead 1382|Pursue 1382|Their way to glory: 1382|The dead are not at rest: 1382|The living chase the dead. 1382|The woods, 1382|The woodland bacchus, are sweet, 1382|And blossom 1382|For the dead. 1382|You must be born again, 1382|And must that very soon 1382|When you've been 1382|As you are, 1382|You may. 1382|How many there are! 1382|To you I bring 1382|A secret love. 1382|To me you make reply: 1382|To you my life 1382|Is sweet as life can be: 1382|But you must be, 1382|And you shall be: 1382|I have no other prize. 1382|To you I am content: 1382|To you I make my prayer: 1382|The world may hate you, 1382|And the world may wed you, 1382|But I'll wait, 1382|Though the world may stay; 1382|For I wait and wait, 1382|And I never shall see 1382|A sign from you, 1382|Not one! 1382|He came from a far land; 1382|It was his first farewell, 1382|His last from the shore, 1382|Of the lovely days, 1382|But the wind was cold and dim, 1382|And the sea came low, 1382|And the sky was grey; 1382|And the waves were grey and dim, 1382|And the wind blew cold 1382|When he came from a far land, 1382|'Twixt east and west, 1382|And the sea and sky were black; 1382|'Twixt east and west 1382|He saw, in one bound, 1382|The land that was his to win, 1382|The land he had prayed for so 1382|To come softly under his feet, 1382|The land he had prayed for so 1382|Would make him the king to win. 1382|Of the beautiful lands the old 1382|He saw and the beautiful land; 1382|But it had a thousand diseases, 1382|And the sands of the unknown sea 1382|Gurgled like turbid things, 1382|And every day his breath had lain 1382|In the festering mouth of the mouth that could not be dry. 1382|The old had said that the best man held 1382|Was the man that suffered the least: 1382|'T was true; and he had suffered the most; 1382|But not for the rest of his days. 1382|It was the same man to the end: 1382|He was true to the one promise he pledged: 1382|'I will suffer the longest to beat.' 1382|There he died, 1382|And the winds blew cold and black. 1382|We shall not see the sunset skies, 1382|But our eyes must drink the water clear; 1382|Let us be up and doing, 1382|As all of us have been. 1382|Away with the dark! 1382|Away with the sorrow and the age! ======================================== SAMPLE 4130 ======================================== 3650|Blessed are the pure in heart! 3650|They have heard our noble anthem, 3650|They have trod the spot sublime, 3650|They who stood by the banner of Christ, 3650|Bear the good it says. 3650|And for this, they stand on the spot, 3650|Where the rebel's sword was drawn; 3650|There the patriot's laurels are set, 3650|And his country's flag. 3650|And you, who have been true in need, 3650|You who have never been satisfied, 3650|Bear this trophy home to thy God; 3650|_It is enough!_ 3650|For it was here I pledged my love 3650|Where the battle was not won; 3650|For it is here my grave is strown, 3650|By the side of my breast. 3650|Not far it extends on the plain, 3650|Where it used to slope to the view; 3650|So it looks out of the window at the west 3650|With its bayonet rail. 3650|But it is there I still remember 3650|The first green plash of the turf 3650|That dabbles along its flat side 3650|In a brighter lustre now. 3650|A little patch of crimson grass 3650|Seems to be tinting each stone, 3650|And some dark recess in its heart 3650|Shines through--seems sharing the scene. 3650|I see a figure kneeling there, 3650|And now, in my thought, I see 3650|The man with his arms folded low; 3650|I know that it is his wife 3650|Who stands at her husband's side. 3650|I see her eye is gentle, too, 3650|But she must do her duty well: 3650|That is the rule she must hold, 3650|And then, as he bends his head, 3650|Her eyes on his face turn freely, 3650|And his own eyes on hers glisten. 3650|The soldier is in the grave 3650|Where his days are not done; 3650|He lives on through to the end; 3650|He leaves the earth at last. 3650|We have our homes, and stores, and fields, 3650|We have our wives, our babes, and fires, 3650|We have our graves to fill, 3650|And all life's work is to wait 3650|To have our grave as "just a grave:" 3650|Our work done, then we can rest 3650|Until God says, "Amen!" 3650|We have no enemies 3650|Across the aisle from where we kneel, 3650|No bonds to smite with their own wings, 3650|No fears to vex with their fears, 3650|No sorrows to annoy with sighs, 3650|No sorrows to forget. 3650|Our sins, which are sevens, 3650|With "Y'ave done your best," 3650|Our joys, if any are, 3650|When viewed through rain and tears, 3650|Our losses, if any are, 3650|Are but our losses more. 3650|Our sins, and our fears, 3650|And our joys, if any be, 3650|If all these things be taken up, 3650|What can a man do but stand? 3650|What can a man do but kneel? 3650|And yet, O ye sons of Sin, 3650|And you, who with the Devil groan, 3650|O ye who shall answer, Pray, 3650|What can a man do but stand? 3650|When a man is lying low 3650|In a friend's forsaken bower, 3650|And the angels have him there 3650|From pains of all shapes and sizes, 3650|From the cold of summer seas, 3650|And from fires that rage unknown, 3650|In a night like death to keep, 3650|And a friend's sweet kindness give, 3650|And a friend's sweet loving look, 3650|And a friend's sweet kindness take, 3650|The world will have a cup of joy, 3650|And a song of triumph sung. 3650|For the cup is full, the day is ours, 36 ======================================== SAMPLE 4140 ======================================== 26199|And they were the sons of men in many ways, 26199|In land and in foreign lands, a thousand ways. 26199|Then a day came. "The day that I could not see, 26199|The last of all the days, it was--a sun. 26199|I woke, and I saw that I was old and blind. 26199|When other men look'd--an ancient, wise 26199|And kind-hearted man--I looked not up, 26199|But gazed 'midst the dead men, and I said 'Good-night.' 26199|And as the sun had gone, and it was noon, 26199|The crowd that gathered at the palace gate 26199|Grew silent at the light of his departure, 26199|And none that had had one in former life 26199|Smiled in its face; but they that remembered 26199|Love, and each man looked on his dead loved one. 26199|"The evening wore quickly to its closing hour 26199|When my father came to speak--and then 26199|The sun dipped to the sea, and the moon rose, 26199|And then I saw, and I knew that the hour 26199|Was coming at the hand of a dead man. 26199|I was not at the window when he came, 26199|But I heard him say--I saw him go, 26199|I heard him say 'O father, the last time here 26199|I looked in your eyes, I cried--it was--yourself!' 26199|I had grown old and weak. 'I had no power 26199|That this should ever happen to another; 26199|And that was your only strength; no power you had 26199|To say to me--the last time I saw you-- 26199|Nought. That was your sole authority; 26199|'O I am dead.'--there goes my pen; I say 26199|It was your sole authority to say 26199|I had no power to say to you--my wife-- 26199|Naught. That I had no right to you--my father-- 26199|'You have no right to say this to you. 26199|O it was only my father could do it; 26199|It was the last time you spoke to him--why 26199|Would you not say to your children to-night 26199|That it was my mother that you saw with you, 26199|That it was I that you'd seen with my father 26199|And his wife, I say?'--I said nothing--I said, 26199|'I did not know--I did not see or hear-- 26199|'It was that thing that told me, and made me say, 26199|'I saw you with your mother and your father: 26199|How I've killed my love?--how? what can I do?' 26199|"And he said, 'I have killed my darling child. 26199|I have killed my darling child.'--Oh, my God! 26199|He said, 'It was that little thing, that said, 26199|'That said, I have killed my darling child: 26199|It was that little thing said I had to kill 26199|Our child:--it can't be my darling child. 26199|It can't be, because the child was mine. 26199|I had to take it from them--I had to die 26199|If they had been so beautiful and sweet. 26199|It can't be said you killed your darling--'Nay,' 26199|He answered.'--I should think so--But it can't be. 26199|My father and my mother, mother--how? 26199|You have them two left, they were the best. 26199|But it is not them--it's yourself--there's me, 26199|And she's--you killed yourself, that's how. 26199|'You killed yourself--and you had to die; 26199|Why didn't you kill at once?' He says. You say 26199|'I have my darling's mother: it was done 26199|In mercy and not spite.' Well, we could die,-- 26199|I had better not; and if it's good, 26199|And God will have it so, I will, too. 26199|"But it was only one of them, and we, 26199|As women, must have some time ======================================== SAMPLE 4150 ======================================== 8187|"Behold our friend, whose generous soul 8187|"Can still its generous ardour feel, 8187|"Has for long years, like us, been laid low 8187|"By us in bloody error slain! 8187|"That spirit, so unfailing true, 8187|"In whom there was but one _friend_ to count, 8187|"Will yet save Europe from a plague _his_ own! 8187|"Oh! what is Europe now, without that man, 8187|"Who for his country, brother, land, 8187|"His native soil, and kindred, gave his soul, 8187|"And gave one single heart to save her? 8187|"What is Europe now, without that _one_? 8187|"Whose noble brow, his country's pride, 8187|"His soul, his pride,--and all that makes 8187|"Her happiness, and his empire, rich?" 8187|When the last wreath was duly cast, 8187|To the tomb beside the coffin we 8187|Returned, still thinking on that night, 8187|While those who mourn like us cannot sleep, 8187|That there, beside the rivulet, he 8187|Washed, with the blood of an Emperor's self. 8187|And, with a tear, that heart shall mourn; 8187|But for ever let that tear flow, 8187|To tell us, ere it leaves the clay, 8187|That Europe's joy, from her own hero blown 8187|Like some young swallow to his home, 8187|Had no more heart to welcome him. 8187|Tho' the last flower was duly cast, 8187|To the tomb beside the coffin we 8187|Returned still thinking on how bright 8187|That brighter life which yet was to be-- 8187|Whose heart, from that high martyrdom, 8187|Could no more shrink from that dear earth 8187|That shall watch o'er its heroes yet. 8187|The warlike Prince of France rests 8187|Wrapt in his soldier's cloak of black, 8187|While the other three are all 8187|To a comrade's bedside, cold. 8187|The last tear, that England paid, 8187|Mingled in this heart of mine, 8187|Touches, like those dropped drops of rain 8187|From some Alpine glen, with flowers, 8187|Which the earth has scattered here, 8187|Till they stain the heaven of heaven;-- 8187|These, like those drops of yellow glee, 8187|Poured in fatal torrents, lie 8187|With their brethren of the sea,-- 8187|And we live o'er their children's graves! 8187|And England's heroes, now that all 8187|The earth they loved and loved so well, 8187|Are sleeping in the field of blood, 8187|While friends and foes, that day, are here, 8187|And now all foes, are now at ease! 8187|How calm that earth is, that heaven's bright eye 8187|Looked from its cloudless depths above 8187|On one whose heart is darkly bright 8187|With all the light and glory shines 8187|Of that fair world from whence he came. 8187|The brave young soldier, who for me 8187|Lay dying, from the battle raved. 8187|'Twas night--and there, his comrades' cry 8187|Lit his lone hearth-fire, while they shook 8187|Their swords, to hear him so declare 8187|The story of that fatal fray 8187|A soldier should not want to know.-- 8187|A soldier?--ye a spotless deed 8187|Of war could ever yet perform; 8187|And when you've done the little ill 8187|Which war's dark fury never sees. 8187|You come a poor soldier's way,-- 8187|He left his father and his friends, 8187|With such a lily heart he broke 8187|That at the last he'd give it all. 8187|Though he was brave enough and strong, 8187|It's not for him the cause to tell, 8187|For he was led to it, by Fate, 8187|In all his years in battle bold. 8187|I ======================================== SAMPLE 4160 ======================================== 19221|In peace shall be no more, 19221|But in a dream, till the world's last day, 19221|In the silent, misty morn, 19221|By a stream, whose waters, stilly, show 19221|A floating castle by; 19221|And by it, by it, by it! 19221|While the light wind lulls the sleeper deep, 19221|I'll sing thee a song of love,-- 19221|A song of a girl that never, never, 19221|Will be forgot, though I rot in hell, 19221|Or live--and the world be not dead. 19221|The rain has dampn'd the window, 19221|The gusty wind is still; 19221|The soft leaves of the forest 19221|Do cover me like wood. 19221|So by the light of day I go 19221|With a step--and a look-- 19221|Towards the window, and the moon 19221|As I peer and peep. 19221|The leaves are wet, the leaves are wet: 19221|So, in the dim day-light, 19221|So, by the sweet moon's light, 19221|I watch till it grow dim. 19221|O, love, thy smile is bright, 19221|But love is a deadly poison, 19221|A deadly sickness, 19221|That makes me sick with longing, 19221|And leaves me kind of liking. 19221|Thy face is white, thy name is still, 19221|But, ah, the way we used to love! 19221|We used to sit and smile and talk 19221|About the pleasant pastimes of the summer-- 19221|When the wind like a gentle lover would blow 19221|Over green meadows and blue hills of vale, 19221|Or when the nightingale would come with ruby lips 19221|To woo the dark ardent spirits of the wood. 19221|O, we are far from the noisy world together. 19221|O, we are alone in the green valley-homes. 19221|The summer is come, and the leaves are falling, 19221|And I watch by the white walls of the wood, 19221|And sing to the wood-things--"Love is lovely!" 19221|O, the woodland singing-birds are gay, 19221|But what rejoices the woodland for? 19221|There are no eyes to see, no lips to smile, 19221|No thoughts to follow, no faces to use, 19221|Only a simple heart, the heart of youth. 19221|I can say I love you, my love, for I know 19221|That you will be mine some day, some day indeed. 19221|And I can say it to the bitter grief 19221|That fills my heart when I think of your dear face, 19221|Of your bright hair, and of blue eyes bright 19221|That tremble and gaze at me from far away. 19221|And I laugh and dance in my bliss, and my feet 19221|Clap impatiently in the rain, and are glad 19221|Because the day is over and we must meet. 19221|But at times I fear, and am weary of glee, 19221|And look at you and weep, and think of the days 19221|When our hearts were like birds in autumn-time, 19221|Or blossoms in the June,--when our feet clung to 19221|Each other's bosoms when we were with You. 19221|And I wish, at times, that I had wings to fly 19221|Above the earth and the sky and the sea; 19221|Had flown to You above the blue hills of the north, 19221|The brown hills of the south, above the south-west, 19221|Above the earth and wings to roam the earth. 19221|Ah, whither would I fly? How would I roam 19221|Beyond the blue hills of the south, above the south-west, 19221|Above the sky and the sea, with wings to roam? 19221|The world is far too narrow for me. 19221|I need a place of many little rooms, 19221|Where I may lie and look at lovely things 19221|Through fairy eyes, and play with little thoughts 19221|Of Love, that is more fair than all the rest. 19221|Fair ======================================== SAMPLE 4170 ======================================== 29345|But I remember all the ways I went-- 29345|Those hills the hills recall, 29345|And trees all old gray in the winter wind 29345|And every day's wind and dew; 29345|And every breath like a little note of gold 29345|In the blue air as I made my way 29345|Through forest and fields, 29345|And all the ways I went 29345|That a man can go but can't remember right! 29345|When we are all alone, 29345|And I must watch my watch, 29345|And the candles have their way, 29345|And I'm in my own room, 29345|If I hear a clock or candle burn 29345|I know it's I who is alone in the dark, 29345|And the one who has his place 29345|Is the one who gets the sun by day! 29345|O clock, you are old and wise, 29345|What madness you must be 29345|If you work so long day after day, 29345|And know that the night will come too soon! 29345|Your hands are white and fresh and soft, 29345|And your face is painted white, 29345|And you sit at a wooden gate, 29345|As fresh as painted daisies are. 29345|And you stand alone in the night! 29345|This clock you hear is in your ear 29345|As you sit in your wooden chair-- 29345|But you are not alone. 29345|With your hand outstretched to me, 29345|You turn and watch one long look, 29345|And you say: "Is there any sound 29345|Under the stars that fall so still 29345|That I may hear what's in my room?" 29345|So here upon my door 29345|To this wooden clock 29345|Which no voice speaks yet 29345|You are not alone. 29345|And what madness that you were 29345|To sit at a wooden gate, 29345|And to wait all day 29345|Under the stars for them to fall! 29345|And I sometimes think of it 29345|As an old gray clock, 29345|And I am tired and sad 29345|And I think of some one who waits 29345|Under the stars for my door, 29345|And a hand or a foot 29345|Hath not moved since we were wed! 29345|I am glad this gray clock lies 29345|In its little nest, and still 29345|I hear it ticking there, 29345|And it fits like any rook 29345|A thousand hands across. 29345|It is only nine o'clock. 29345|It is only nine o'clock. 29345|And something tells me we shall stay 29345|As long as there is life in this life. 29345|The sea is rolling its mighty tide 29345|Over the city of Rome, 29345|The walls are crumbling with age, 29345|The mighty column comes down, 29345|And Rome is lost to Rome. 29345|The city is turned into a sea 29345|That never sees the moon, 29345|And all along the land of Rome 29345|The little ships go past. 29345|The ships that go--all along 29345|The land of Rome, 29345|With all the people aboard 29345|With all the people aboard! 29345|The very sea-birds call to say 29345|The very sea-birds sing 29345|The very sea-birds that never know 29345|The land of Rome! 29345|But all the sea that day was Rome, 29345|And all the day the people went 29345|To see a great artist there, 29345|A great philosopher there. 29345|For the great poet went and died 29345|Under the great dome, 29345|And the great poet was not he! 29345|And never will again! 29345|And all the day was Rome 29345|When the great painter went and died 29345|Under the great dome. 29345|And all the night was Rome 29345|When the great poet was not he 29345|Who went and died 29345|Under the great dome. 29345|The great painter never will again 29345|Under the great dome! 29345|And why should one forever be ======================================== SAMPLE 4180 ======================================== 3295|The great ocean of life's passion-flowing river, 3295|And, at the end of all, the little land I found it 3295|In the land of the little days--the land of the little song. 3295|All my own, my own, my own--your name and mine were one 3295|In a word--me. You, as you live, you made me the same. 3295|Love, the old romance, which can never cease, 3295|Both in life, in thought, in word, and deed; 3295|Yet both in vain!--so much, so evermore 3295|Do we long for it, while love is near. 3295|Hail, my mother earth! What joy can you bring 3295|To the heart's great heart, the weary heart's nine! 3295|For you have the sweet, sweet voice of babes-- 3295|Virgins in the chaste womb of heaven, 3295|Whom once I have heard softly in your words 3295|As you would call me in the still years o'er,-- 3295|The little darling children of the air, 3295|Of the dark sea, the wood, the wind-distress, 3295|Of you, the old, old friend of little maids. 3295|How should I long for thy love? In all my days 3295|It grows beyond me what love will do, 3295|Eternally, forever in a dream 3295|Of passion, deep as deep can be. I dare 3295|Not know what passion--or if it be; 3295|So that shall be known who knows. The years rush on. 3295|How long, O mother earth, the years that move 3295|By their own slow tides o'er the deep? How soon, 3295|How much the while, shall the dark waves flow 3295|Upon the shores of this sad earth; how soon 3295|Will the last wave arrive, before the last cloud, 3295|While I have eyes to see, and souls to sing. 3295|O Mother, let not thy son be wroth, 3295|So we may learn to live; for love for love 3295|Maddens our life; but love for love shall be 3295|Our everlasting crown at God's right hand. 3295|If in the darkness or in the noontime 3295|Our loves grow dim, our eyes too early opened 3295|To love's full light, if no call comes to us 3295|To live a life for others, that our own 3295|Be stricken,--let us not lose the way. 3295|Let us but remember God for us, 3295|And with the morning, and be, for all things, 3295|The children of the morning. 3295|But if within the darkness of a night 3295|We find no call, or if the starless night 3295|Meets that of love, then is the hand of death, 3295|Thus great and sudden, laid upon us, and we 3295|Take no thought for our dear ones. 3295|The night is coming on from day to noonday. 3295|And the little children stand in a dim, lone place, 3295|Watching the waves come up the shore 3295|With their little hands, their little hands, to grasp 3295|The hand, and bring to us the word 3295|That is not spoken. Hearken, children. 3295|Let us remember God. 3295|(They make a melody.) 3295|The voice of our children cries 3295|Over the wave, and fills the little ones with fear, 3295|And casts upon their hearts a darkness and a care, 3295|A darkness in the face of God; 3295|The voice of our children is not heard. 3295|What has happened? 3295|What is it that has happened? 3295|Nothing. But a little voice 3295|Is silent while great waters rise and roll in their fury, 3295|And the great night crawls forth upon us to the end of day, 3295|And yet, what is it? What is here to be seen? 3295|(She sings.) 3295|Nothing; but, oh, what is this? 3295|A little little hand and voice! 3295|(They are silenced.) 3295 ======================================== SAMPLE 4190 ======================================== 1008|The other, with much ado, was chang'd in air. 1008|When now the solid rock, that framed our bridge, 1008|Was cover'd with the mist, that from the stream 1008|Then springing upward, struck the sense intrench'd. 1008|Suddenly, or ever it had reach'd the view, 1008|My Guide, through want of reflection, stopped, 1008|And standing at my side, exclaim'd: "Say, who 1008|Art thou, that standest musing at the fountain, 1008|Streaming before?" My Fiametta, when 1008|She saw me, stop'd, and, panting as she stood, 1008|Groan'd out, "Ocius, dearest brother! thou shalt hear 1008|From him who is lamenting a brother lost." 1008|Thereat the saint, with eyes more red than frost, 1008|Look'd down, and drew me towards him, crying: "Serve 1008|Us with compassion, for the time draws nigh 1008|That we are to be dissolved. State then once more, 1008|Once more thou speakest, what thy will is to say." 1008|"Do not murmur, brother, that I speak not rightly: 1008|For my mind as yet perceives no injustice 1008|By its own action. If thou doubt with me, 1008|Look if thou canst discover in me beholders 1008|Some of whom I was. E'en as in Gorgona's stream 1008|The very stream itself, if thou inspect, 1008|From which the every part has discovrd play'd, 1008|It behooves thee wishest how far discovrd can 1008|Repel discovrd that from itself did spring, 1008|In circumstances like this which I tell thee 1008|Because on this side he points. If I were form'd 1008|That would dispel thy fear: but that clouded brow 1008|Encompass'd me as the dawning foam enwraps 1008|The mount with morning light. Therefore, if thou hearest 1008|One of our congregation sloping with sighs 1008|And gnawing his lip, th' impression must be grate 1008|Of his unworth'ning praise. Yet art thou crown'd. 1008|Work out the word." Words of wrath exclaiming, "Why 1008|Mistakest?" I replied: "The multiplicity 1008|Of their evil will it may be glorious to view, 1008|But to look on account of a single ill 1008|Is deplorable." Faint with anger in amaze 1008|They stood, and I thereof who saw them stood grieved. 1008|"In Rocchio's," cried out again, "in Rocchio's blood? 1008|Why sleepest thou there? Avarice has ta'en 1008|The life, which he should have enjoyed for life. 1008|Of what avail are his great steps? Where are his arms 1008|Whose sound of striking steel did so incense the earth? 1008|Now may'st thou know, and know likewise if it be, 1008|Pope Anastasius, or if my Florentine 1008|Are with them confined." Such light did Alexandria teach 1008|That very year, in the twentieth, she stood light 1008|And silent at the revelation, which added 1008|Nine successors to the fall of man. In that time 1008|Revolt against royalty was rife throughout 1008|Th' ensign'd world; and the new code, which did make 1008|The prelate knees at his lordship's feet, found gaping 1008|Where erst it used to yawn. Against such measures 1008|The Knave of Viano, of Milan and of Fuori 1008|Descended, with his council, in their turn; 1008|And they, like wolves which fury trips, full soon 1008|Bleed afresh, where wounds had been. Of the code 1008|The chief error came to light; and from that hour 1008|New penitence of the ill-doers, as they wail'd, 1008|Was with the eagle written with the pen 1008|Of every single one. Nations and terms 1008|Were sundered: ======================================== SAMPLE 4200 ======================================== A bird from the forest, 33089|From the boughs of trees returned." 33089|Then said Lemminkainen's mother, 33089|"O my babe, you need not fight!" 33089|Had I been mother to him, 33089|And had I not been kind, 33089|Had I been mother to him, 33089|I should have spared my life. 33089|"When I first saw you in youth, 33089|And in my youth's first years of summer, 33089|I the smallest bird could hear, 33089|Knew the hum of a great crane, 33089|And I knew what the crane meant, 33089|For I saw the crane that stood there 33089|With a whole flock of crane-like birds, 33089|And with birds of every other part. 33089|"But when you were made a child 33089|By your mother and her brothers, 33089|How the crane stood up and sang 33089|And the birds with all their songs, 33089|And the birds with singing voices! 33089|Was it only one that sang? 33089|And was it only one that spoke? 33089|And the other, too, sang and chanted, 33089|And the other, too, spoke as you see." 33089|Then said Lemminkainen's mother, 33089|"O my babe dear, what is it? 33089|And what is it that's chanting?" 33089|"There lies, just there, on the hearth-stone, 33089|There lies your cradle, too, there, 33089|Your cradle with moss inwrought." 33089|Lemminkainen's mother answered: 33089|"It is indeed a cradle, 33089|It is indeed a cradle, boy, 33089|And the birds are singing there, too." 33089|In the cradle played the birds, 33089|And they croaked and sung and chanted, 33089|And they chanted and croaked again, 33089|While their beaks were open-mouthed. 33089|Said the lively Lemminkainen, 33089|"What it sings will I understand, 33089|For I hear the birds singing there." 33089|On the stones the birds were flying, 33089|And the stones above them rolled, 33089|And the stones underneath them heaved. 33089|Said the lively Lemminkainen, 33089|"The birds know what the cradle means, 33089|And the cradle will tell me also." 33089|On a rock they stood when rising, 33089|And the birds were standing ready, 33089|And they sang so lively and strong 33089|That the moon was full of shine. 33089|Then said Lemminkainen's mother, 33089|"Now you know not much about it, 33089|And you cannot guess the meaning, 33089|Of the cradle with moss inwrought." 33089|But the lively Lemminkainen 33089|Heeded not the mother's words, 33089|And upon that very subject, 33089|How to build a boat with sticks, 33089|He a wise man built such a boat, 33089|And his boat 'twas very wide. 33089|Said the lively Lemminkainen, 33089|"Is not this boat quite large?" 33089|"Why, O son of Lempo, 33089|It is quite large indeed, saith it, 33089|And the man that brings it well." 33089|Said the lively Lemminkainen, 33089|"When it is quite made complete, 33089|Then I shall sing and sing it, 33089|As a mighty one is fit for. 33089|I will bring my boat on shore, 33089|And will lie myself down down there, 33089|Where the snow is wholly melted, 33089|And the snow-load on the sea; 33089|This is a very deep and narrow boat, 33089|And it is the boat for me." 33089|But the lively Lemminkainen 33089|"I will not go to other regions, 33089|Thou, too, wouldst not go to other regions, 33089|That I know not how it can be." 33089|So he sailed into the forest, 33089|Sailed into the ======================================== SAMPLE 4210 ======================================== 1279|I'm a' the walth o' my lane, 1279|And a' the lave o' my lane; 1279|But there'll never be peace till she's awa, 1279|And I'm a' the walth o' my lane. 1279|O ye lasses, e'en ye wha wait to be 1279|Your hairtin, hizzie, bonnie lass, 1279|May the walth o' time waft her frae you 1279|That waefu' to the land o' Jean. 1279|I'm a' the walth o' my lane; 1279|And a' the lave o' my lane; 1279|But there'll never be peace till she's awa, 1279|And I'm a' the walth o' my lane. 1279|My heart it is sair to part wi' my Jean, 1279|And part wi' her, sae bonnie a thing; 1279|In lieu o' her I leave behind me 1279|The hills o' Bauld-knaumbers, 1279|Far, far frae hills I love to rove, 1279|Far frae the land o' the bonnie May. 1279|Tune--"The Highland Maiden." 1279|Gude guide a warning to your maidens, 1279|To warn them of the dire disgrace, 1279|The wily maidens that send in bribes-- 1279|To beware your sons to shun them. 1279|Ye frien's and prykows, ye beggars, 1279|That in the boor's den do flee your lanes, 1279|And in your dark retreats do lie; 1279|Wha can resist the tempting gowd? 1279|And when ye gang to daisies 1279|The delicate maid is sure to be, 1279|By you and your ain daddies hailed. 1279|The mair is gain'd when ye ken your ma, 1279|And when ye reach daffodils. 1279|For weel ye ken your ain daddies, 1279|How fondly they love kin kens; 1279|And oh, how happy ye are, 1279|How happy ye then are, laddies. 1279|I'll daffodil the bonny sweet pattie, 1279|And he the dear kilt will give me for my tartie; 1279|I'll daffodil the bonny sweet pattie, 1279|And we'll to the meadow take the gowans and kine. 1279|And we'll tak the bonny dear pattie, 1279|And put em in the basket so easy to lift; 1279|And we'll tak the bonny dear pattie, 1279|And tak the kilt, and burn it at the fire. 1279|How fair was our forefather's time, 1279|How wide was then the choice of kirning! 1279|But now it is narrow, 1279|And the daughters are half-way wrought. 1279|They'll not turn sarkan, 1279|They'll not turn plaid, 1279|But in comes the brawn with all intent. 1279|They'll not turn sarkan, 1279|They'll not turn plaid, 1279|But in comes the brawn with all intent. 1279|I was never afraid to die: 1279|Till the last dying sigh my life-blood cost; 1279|Yet I tak' to the batt'ry of the Lord, 1279|The batt'ry of sweet Willie Beane. 1279|Then, like the noble een o' gracious dew, 1279|The tears of my faut it slowly stole, 1279|And I 'spose my heart may nae miss me fecht; 1279|I'm safe at Willie's board, dear Willie Beane. 1279|Ye hae been ca'd the gay, 1279|Gude friends for to call, 1279|And I was for to praise, 1279|And then at last, alas! 1279|I to die. 1279|The weary, weary war we 've had, 1279|Since first we met-- 1279|And now, oh what will be 1279|To greet dear hands ======================================== SAMPLE 4220 ======================================== 34237|"And the man was dead; and the soul that was slain 34237|Had died for him, and had taken the shape 34237|Of the man who had slain him from out the eyes 34237|Of his murderers. And the man's soul, it seemed, 34237|Did it not cry, _I stand in your way, O Lord?_ 34237|_My God, for my soul in the peril _is_. 34237|"And they slew their father and his men, 34237|And his kinsmen, and kinswomen; 34237|And slew the very women that bare 34237|The heavy seed that he lay under. 34237|And on that day the LORD was red with rage, 34237|And darkened the face of the face of the ground, 34237|And the souls of the men that were slain 34237|Grew afraid to live, or to walk abroad, 34237|And went into a darkness that was dread, 34237|Into a gulf unknown, and there they died. 34237|"And the man's soul cried unto the LORD, 34237|'Hail, thou Thy servant, the true Israel, 34237|Let me go into Thy land, O LORD!' 34237|But the souls of the men that were with him 34237|Cried unto him, saying, 'We know Thee not; 34237|Thou art our man, and we love Thee as our life; 34237|Fight we nor turn aside from our seeking Thee!' 34237|"And there rose a murmur from the souls of the dead, 34237|Saying, 'Fight we, that we may be fulfilled.'" 34237|Lord of heights and deep, of day and night, 34237|Of the far sea-washed isle and the lone 34237|Yonder by the gray white star on the sea; 34237|Of the dunes that run with the tide askew, 34237|And the shore-tides that are hooked with foam,-- 34237|Lord God of Battles, and Thy battles fought 34237|When Thou foughtst Thine enemies on the land! 34237|O Lord of Battles, and Thy battles won, 34237|When the white spear in Thee's hand was caught. 34237|By Thee we were led. By Thee we were led 34237|Through the flames, and the deep, clear water, 34237|To Thine everlasting home. 34237|Lord God of Battles, for three hundred years 34237|Wast Thou on earth, and wert Thou on high, 34237|Sitting in Heaven, battling to keep back 34237|The nations that blasphemed Thee in vain? 34237|Wast Thou in Heaven, waging Thy warres wide, 34237|Amid the mightier Host of the blest? 34237|And wert Thou found forlorn and weak and lowly, 34237|Fleeing from them that blasphemed Thee in Thee, 34237|Crying, 'Thou shalt not,' when there was none, 34237|When the whole host of Heaven was at Thy side? 34237|O holy Lord, Thy hand showed forth in Thee 34237|The might and the evil of Thy people! 34237|And wert Thou found in Heaven, Lord, where dwell 34237|All things, Lord God of Battles, and Thy folk; 34237|But the Father, the Almighty, was displeased, 34237|And the Almighty took Thee by the right hand, 34237|And said, 'Take now my Son, my Chosen One.' 34237|The place for my own Son is the land, 34237|But the place for the Son of my people is Heaven. 34237|There is a house of life at last, 34237|Though many enter in blind; 34237|There is a place for all at last 34237|Though some in Hell may cry. 34237|The sun, whose beams the world hath seen, 34237|Is setting in Heaven,--but thou, 34237|Who goest to a richer world, 34237|Shalt reign there with day and night. 34237|O earth! O world! were mine the King, 34237|And thou the Queen, I would not change 34237|The world for a world of its gain: 34237|And wouldst thou ride on a sun-beam's steed, 34237|And I would ride on a rosy ======================================== SAMPLE 4230 ======================================== 8779|"Now," said he, "all hell is subdued; the force 8779|Of Arbia's wild and wanton fated race 8779|Quenched, they yield at distance: liberty restrains 8779|Both them and us: the rest, in sober pride, 8779|Mercuries, or what ye will, is free. But say, 8779|Who herein is Soldan, that this speech's powers 8779|Be checked at this entrance?" Sympathy I own 8779|Both from the Spirit and the witness, which 8779|Fails thereby to balance contrariety. 8779|To truth, O Caesar, to truth come hither: 8779|And for thou keepest th' adamant back'd, 8779|Ring out thy people's knell; for 'twill be tough 8779|With sand and sea to crunch at when it comes. 8779|Whoe'er he be, that smites the shepherd's sheep 8779|On the Crosian mount or Helicon's moors, 8779|Him, that wolf off-clothed, as he ran, shall know 8779|Not Halmes Ludesilaus, nor Pierides. 8779|Accursed are the children ofworldly pride: 8779|Adon, Adon, and Adonis shall be 8779|His sons, whom not Isaac beheld with joy, 8779|When from the ass's back he hung cut down. These 8779|Shall see their woe after th' Infidel's croel 8779|Dust from their eyeballs flake; and that too blood-freeZEEMAN. 8779|"But if," he cried, "visiting Faunens, or the shades 8779|Of Helicon, or the Fairy court, where oft 8779|I saw protestation hurl'd at your power, 8779|Razors to dust against your lips, before 8779|You cross the river there, on your right arm, 8779|Mark where Libicocco is engirding out 8779|The knotty gras, which from your left hand creep 8779|Round there where the sharp gras stabs are. Lo! this is 8779|The Infidel's bank, where, sift'd by ev'ry dank 8779|Burgundian before him, I often cross'd 8779|Lies the body of my bleeding Servitor, 8779|Smit by blows from full on Hector's back." 8779|To whom in few words: "Youth wonders more 8779|Than any number of the grey age dead; 8779|And pity them that have been lull'd to sleep, 8779|That they their lessons may not miss'd by us. 8779|The song I now begin with, which 8779|From the false Greek of false Hannah com'st, 8779|For this reason: man never was, nor is, 8779|That whoso'rt from such as these shall understand. 8779|Were they of Olympian or of galilian make, 8779|Or of more refined temperament, I 8779|Might answer them, but that in my opinion 8779|My tongue, though precise, needs practice. Hence, 8779|If they ofgiados subtile be, some brief 8779|Precisely set they at a single sweep." 8779|measure. They represent the circumference 8779|of a galley, weighing, as the galley's foot 8779|Means, moving equal ground'rules Britannia's tonnage, 8779|On each side holding the measuring-rod 8779|Of accurate and exact instrument, 8779|And 'twixt these waists the sinewful arm hangs loose. 8779|In measuring each joint beatiue time to spare, 8779|so that the circumference of the vessel round 8779|May be equally with the longitude surveyed. 8779|These words of venerable 1 Vincent C. 8779|The bounds of sacred ground discerned, to left 8779|He turn'd, returning with attention due 8779|To the mysterious words, which with their sense 8779|Thus cross'd. "If the corporeal states indeed 8779|Be things transcendent, seemingly void, 8779|Why should we cling to them, if in these fail? ======================================== SAMPLE 4240 ======================================== 8187|"_The king and I are bound by an alliance_ 8187|"_We've agreed to form a friendly union_ 8187|"_This alliance must preserve _our_ freedom_ 8187|"_And to the public we'll add more powers_ 8187|"_To check and curb the pride of Great Britannia_ 8187|"Of all this we know full well Sir Mopsom B. 8187|"_I'm sure, when your Lordship meets with Miss B._ 8187|"_You may in truth suppose, my lord_ 8187|"_That the whole is in good faith, yes, yes_ 8187|"_But the time has not yet come, my lord_ 8187|_For I trust you are anxious all_ 8187|_To come up this question to the king_ 8187|"_And I trust, dear Parson, to you I would say_ 8187|"_That you are willing to listen to the whole_ 8187|"_Of this union; so much that I can show 8187|"_Which way I take, and how I wish it to go_." 8187|_And that he had learned from all his conversation_ 8187|The _first impression_ _there had been_! 8187|Then here is a letter from Miss B.:-- 8187|"_Your Lordship does me the honor to send 8187|"This for me--but know _I_ was first to come. 8187|"I wrote this for _myself_ yesterday, 8187|"When you told me that you had got the king_ 8187|_Just before coming here; but as I said 8187|"That I must go, you might have _noticed_ it_ 8187|"That morning, when you said to Ned that 8187|"He might call me in to _some_ meetings; 8187|"And if not, I trust you will think it best 8187|"To put to me privately each thing." 8187|And here is Lord Shrewski's:-- 8187|"_And in your Lordship's, with the greatest 8187|"Cheers_, I trust, we'll meet again._ 8187|"On Monday morning just as the King's 8187|"Friends were making a great fuss at his 8187|"House on Monday night, I showed up at 8187|"The Queen's, just before dark, with Lord Mayor _all_. 8187|"When I got there (being in the upper 8187|"Hall), all about _the_ Palace, _I_ got _there_. 8187|"And there I stood all the afternoon, 8187|"With an awkward, queer heart, till the meeting 8187|"Orator, at least, until Sir Mopsom came, 8187|"And made a great fuss then; and then the 8187|"Hull-slider-like crowd began to rise, 8187|"When the Prince's friends came in, which came in 8187|"To hear Lord Mopsom, and give him kisses 8187|"At every place he touched _his way_." 8187|We meet again, and the night is over, 8187|And the moonlight's in our faces; 8187|Though the clouds are dark, it's like the first 8187|And last of our meeting. 8187|And we two are together, 8187|And the stars themselves hang above us, 8187|And I press my heart into yours as lightly 8187|As ever one may fold you in; 8187|And you only think of that place 8187|Where I've used you so, and me so, 8187|And feel your bosom rise and fall 8187|About a form so fair; and then 8187|When you think of the last half-hour 8187|I've watched and hoped we had not met, 8187|You close your eyes, and so you see 8187|Like pictures in the dreams of sleep 8187|All the scenes of that last meeting; 8187|The passion, the pain, the joy, 8187|And look of our eyes, together, 8187|In these bright moments of the hour! 8187|But oh! each man is a mere clay, 8187|His life's as fleeting as his soul, 8187|And still his thoughts, when he awakes, 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 4250 ======================================== 841|In this little garden of mine. 841|I think about this garden, 841|And about that garden, 841|And in general I think of it. 841|I think of it at midnight. 841|It is the garden-wall. 841|All the trees are green and gold. 841|Nothing but purple and green things grow 841|In there, on that garden wall. 841|If I lay me down on it tonight, 841|And the candle would fill my hair 841|With a scent of bud and flower, 841|I think about this garden. 841|I think of it at morning. 841|I think of it in bed 841|And the shadows in the bed 841|Grow thicker each time I lie awake. 841|At morning in the evening, 841|After the house, I see 841|Silk etching of the lamp's green flame, 841|And the green candle shine 841|In the corner, pale 841|And dark, as if she were sitting by. 841|I hear a voice crying,-- 841|"I was dancing in the bougainvillea 841|And the red rose and the white rose in a row 841|Tinted the dark shade." 841|I know not where this is, 841|This is not in the room. 841|All the world is green and gold. 841|And then the candle's flame 841|Shines like a sun in the room, 841|And there's nothing but purple and green things 841|In the room. 841|The rose has turned to a snow-white snow- 841|flake. 841|The white rose has fallen, 841|And the rose has changed to a snow- 841|flake. 841|The grey-moon has fallen from the sky. 841|The little white rose has changed into a snow- 841|flake. 841|But I see through the frost, 841|To the window, my sister, 841|And I think, "If I tried to grow 841|There's no way to grow." 841|I say and laugh: "If I try to grow 841|To the little green pebbles, 841|A ball of tiny little stones 841|I can hit and drive." 841|I think: "If I tried to grow, 841|How it would be to fly, 841|Like the little moon's shadow, 841|Over the clouds?" 841|I laugh: "What about red sun 841|That I can hit and kill? 841|And I think, if I tried to grow, 841|There'd be little fire 841|In the little firelight." 841|I say: "If I tried to grow 841|Where the grass is green, 841|And there were flowers, like the flowers 841|In my garden one day, 841|Like the lilies, I would climb 841|Up the wall all day." 841|I laugh: "Of the flowers, 841|I have no choice, 841|Since the garden's grown 841|A bridge between heaven and earth." 841|I laugh: "There's no tree, 841|No tree on the way here, 841|But I know there's a path 841|To my sister, and she's back." 841|I laugh. To my sister, 841|Who is going somewhere. 841|I know a tree, 841|With lilies all curled up round it, 841|And one wild-eyed one 841|Just as fast forgot to go. 841|I know another, 841|With sun-glistening eyes and cheeks. 841|And I know but one. 841|One huge, wild, beautiful tree, 841|As black as a mote of red. 841|I laugh, I think, I grow, 841|I run, I run to my sister. 841|I see her going somewhere, 841|Through the window, 841|And I can hear her passing footsteps. 841|All the time I think, 841|My sister is near her sister, ======================================== SAMPLE 4260 ======================================== 1021|A little, like an arrow from the bow 1021|That falls to earth again, but at the last? 1021|Ah, well it seems that he who knew the heart 1021|Too long the soul's strife could not delay, 1021|And long that in her soul he might abide 1021|(A little piece of him long dead and gone) 1021|To light that little beacon-light of love 1021|And so the heart's long strife would still be o'er. 1021|"And now he stands by the dim burning door, 1021|And draws"--and no, no, he cannot draw that beam-- 1021|"When the green flames swell and light her feet, 1021|Their light will be, my baby, but my ray--" 1021|"I am all at peace, dear father," lisped Eve, 1021|"For love and the love I knew is at an end. 1021|Love was a light to guide my soul" (I heard 1021|The echo answer from the ancient hearth): 1021|"For love was a light to light the dark above 1021|All the long hours our years had made too long. 1021|Love was too perfect for the darkness of sin!" 1021|The father raised his arms and cried: "Is it so? 1021|I, who have loved them all and loved so long. 1021|Can the heart beat the heart which all too dearly now 1021|Hath been entwined with the flesh of death? 1021|Is it not so, my child?"--"Father," she said ( 1021|So Eve, without a word or a murmur, spoke. 1021|"I love you, father," Eve replied, "and you." 1021|All the long hours their lives had been a dream, 1021|All the long hours were a dream, for now 1021|On the great wide breast of God there beats the heart 1021|Of Eve, Eve's heart beat, but not her own, 1021|That heart throbbed for him who was but her mate, 1021|But for her who is mate, an only mate, 1021|But for his soul, which, as the ancient tale 1021|Tells how, was made up of souls, which once 1021|Had dwelt with God but to each other wed, 1021|But now a lone heart in the great wilderness 1021|To a soul that has but one kindred. 1021|He loved her, and on this his soul was moved 1021|By something that he cannot discern: 1021|Something, perhaps a little like regret 1021|For the love of his own dear Eve, a little fear 1021|Of the love of his soul to a soul that is lost, 1021|Like a faint star to a moving heaven. 1021|He stooped, and said: "Love not Eve for Eve, 1021|Nor think of her as she is half human, 1021|But as Eve was when she was human, 1021|The woman she has always been to him. 1021|"And I am half human, and I love you, 1021|And we will call you my wife for ever, 1021|While the old heart beats in the heavens again 1021|And the old light is in your eyes; but the stars 1021|And the moon are lonesome, and the stars will wink 1021|Before they grow old and the moon will end 1021|Being human, and Eve come at last." 1021|But the stars said "Nay" and the moon "No," 1021|And the stars went down and the moon stayed up, 1021|And the stars grew drowsy and dewy-eyed, 1021|And Eve slept till she felt more content 1021|To call him her husband than her first mate; 1021|And the stars that shine most clear were the planets, 1021|Those shining from the great blue east, the planets 1021|Of the far, flat, starry north, the planets 1021|Sweet as the morning air that rises in clouds 1021|And damps the eyes and makes the soul afraid 1021|And makes the soul weary of life, the planets 1021|Shone with like love and seemed to say unto him: 1021|The world will be more fair with your marriage, 1021|And I will show myself both sweet and fair-- 1021 ======================================== SAMPLE 4270 ======================================== 1728|nowise to suffer. 1728|Now the ships were all on the sands together, and as men that were 1728|going home, but found their way to a distant land, nor were the 1728|mourning folk nor shipwrecked men nor young men. The twain 1728|wandered in the sea, and on their way would they see the ships 1728|lying at the deep, whereof men gave them no heed nowise. 1728|But the sun sank from his high place and flickered among the 1728|stars, while even the goddess Apollo was with them. And the 1728|fate, however, had its own joy in her delight. First, the 1728|ships would have come to rest, and all the twain would have 1728|been glad of heart: but the goddess gave in to their will. 1728|Now the goddess Apollo brought a sign to the ship that the 1728|fates desired to hide. She was full minded to slay the son 1728|of Peleus and his gods; but at the same time she would have 1728|them fly over the lofty bridge, by reason of that which was 1728|bid her and a god. So she changed her mind, and brought 1728|forth a mist, and straightway they flew over the lofty 1728|bridge. Then there was a great lament, when they beheld 1728|them come. And the goddess Apollo, when she had hidden 1728|herself, sent forth a mist that veiled the people, and was 1728|gifted with power. Then they saw a mighty mournful 1728|battle between the ships and the shipmen; yet they knew 1728|never that the queen of the gods had sent it forth, 1728|and that it was Apollo, so great was his honour. 1728|Then they drew apart the mist that veiled the people; for 1728|they knew not that the goddess herself had sent it forth 1728|to hide the people from the battle. Then the goddess 1728|looked over her shoulder, and spake unto the men and 1728|touched those two with her feet, and all the men gazed 1728|upon her, and each gave honour unto her. 1728|Now the men of the Argives, the best men among the 1728|noble-born, bare to her house three black cauldrons of 1728|bronze, three goodly vases of rare workmanship, and a 1728|twelve man-steeds to bear her company and her servants. Yea 1728|thereof stood the hall with the door of it shut, and her 1728|house-maids were sewing vases and holding good horses' 1728|to be tippled in the goodly seat. Thereby the goddess 1728|shewed in what fashion all should be clothed and all fed, 1728|and on what bread should they give their drink, for she was 1728|very mindful of the marriage-rites. And the house-maids 1728|were weaving for her a wonderful work, and they wove 1728|a fair garment for her with a goodly heirloom, and a 1728|twelve shining carcanets of gold, with a fair staff, and 1728|underneath each one of them a high seat, whereon to sit 1728|the mighty goddess. And she bare to the people three black 1728|cauldrons of bronze, three goodly vases, and a ten men to 1728|serve them. And they laid them in a goodly hearth, and she 1728|besought Menelaus, son of Atreus, that he would give them to 1728|her. So she bade him give them to him, and he gave them in 1728|righteous wise. 1728|Now the sons of Atreus and their sons had 1728|great thanks to make before they went to their own city. Now 1728|after that they had given such rich gifts as should 1728|satisfy man's desire, she made provision for the men's 1728|wanderers, and gave them strong awnings and a cloak, and 1728|herself went with them. There she bade the wisest of all hold 1728|discussion in the halls. Now all the lords were 1728|at the hall and sat there, and the women spake with 1728|the men, and they feasted and sp ======================================== SAMPLE 4280 ======================================== 1855|But we would have it: and now we must, 1855|For though the war were lost, the love you give 1855|Will never cease; it must be live or die. 1855|We know not what may be to be, nor guess, 1855|For love's a wonder, and love's a law, 1855|And love, by that same wonder made divine, 1855|And made, and made again, will yet be free; 1855|Nor, but we will, in the light which only shines, 1855|We hold, will be as free as the free-willed bird; 1855|We hold, will be as free, as the free-willed bird. 1855|A soul of song, with power to make 1855|Mirth and melody, thou art. 1855|Thou art, for thou hast eyes like water, 1855|And heart as heart, and soul to show 1855|Thou knowest, art worthy, I trow, 1855|Since man's creation, of his birth 1855|A beauty, a grace, a part, 1855|Which none, the Lord hath sworn to send, 1855|As the soul's birth-light, thou art. 1855|And I the messenger of God, 1855|The spirit of His word of Power, 1855|Which he shall send us when at last, 1855|His love and ours, to take their portion 1855|Of God's creation, shall fill, 1855|And fill it full, for all things made 1855|And of the nature His will hath planned 1855|Shall have his part; and man, when grown 1855|Aeons thenceforward to his seed 1855|Shall be of Him born, ere that time be. 1855|Now, hear Thou me, O Christ! Thy Son! 1855|Be Thou all-merciful, all-wise, 1855|Unmoved, an ocean whose waves 1855|In all things that are is thine, 1855|And that ocean, the world's wide grave, 1855|Be thou a temple of Thine own, 1855|Whose portals be the grave of 1855|Thee and the grave of all who now live, 1855|And who shall pass, a year by year. 1855|Whose gates shine with a light more rich, 1855|Whose fane is more and purer, 1855|Whose altars and its offerings 1855|Are louder and more high 1855|Than temple-sermon or bridal song. 1855|Ye are the light of joy and joy's new-born bride, 1855|Ye bring the glory of the glory of the skies! 1855|Ye have reared, in the light of this young day, 1855|The maiden and her future; and all ye give, 1855|To one of earth's children, is worth more than all 1855|Ye bring unto her from distant isles, and all 1855|Ye give her, does she give and takes you in: 1855|She gives her arms, she takes you in: what more avail 1855|Your gifts, O Christ, in a world of gold, 1855|And a world of wonder! Christ! Why should we wail? 1855|Why should we wail when the future is mine, 1855|And the world's new wonder is mine too? 1855|If the old time were our mother, 1855|What matter how poor her face; 1855|Our very hopes should not be hid 1855|The time she bore us here: 1855|All that now shines, we think, but shame 1855|The gleam that makes a hope forlorn! 1855|We shall not long be slaves below, 1855|Though the earth we tread may be 1855|Still of tyrants, the tyrant, and the vile, 1855|As slave and as pauper and as slave! 1855|Then why this woe? We are only dust 1855|And a lonely world behind us set; 1855|The land-wind of the land-wind seems to cry 1855|Amid the storm above; in the gale 1855|Beyond the land-wind, it is not heard; 1855|We are all under rocks by a sea, 1855|By rocks and sands, by rocks and sands left, ======================================== SAMPLE 4290 ======================================== 42058|With its rich array of flowers, 42058|And the dewy faces, 42058|I, who was wont to fear them, 42058|Now embrace their beauty; 42058|And we love with a love sublime, 42058|That dares not be at rest. 42058|For the love of that which lives in you 42058|Has its dwelling in the eyes of me, 42058|When your fair forehead to my own 42058|Beats its regular oaken fret; 42058|And your lovely eyes, and white, 42058|Are the very stars of this cloudless sky, 42058|And the very heaven that looks down there; 42058|And I hear the eternal wing 42058|Of that winged soul, all day 42058|And all night, its musical cry; 42058|And the world around, and near it, 42058|I see in the dark night, 42058|And feel that my own soul is winged too 42058|To get to the land of the immortals; 42058|And this is the end of my long voyage, 42058|I come to the land of the immortals; 42058|But long it has been since I came, 42058|O lonely sea, and barren of shore; 42058|For the wind is always in your face, 42058|And the storm in your sea-caves is sent, 42058|As I gaze at my image of you, 42058|And hear all day the blow on my pipe, 42058|While the wind and the storm go and come; 42058|And the eyes of me and the face of me 42058|Are gone to the islands in the night, 42058|I have heard all that has been said, 42058|The talk of mankind, the story of man, 42058|Tales of his wanderings, or feastings 42058|Of beasts and men. 42058|But now I have come from my long walk 42058|Of earth on the ocean's grassy shore, 42058|To the island-isles of Paradise, 42058|Where I found you again. 42058|The island-isles of Paradise 42058|I have passed on my journey over 42058|To the house of her you loved and left you 42058|Long in the prison-house of the prime; 42058|And at morning in the sunshine, 42058|And in the evening starlight, 42058|You walk with a gentle sorrow in your face, 42058|And a tender sadness in your eyes: 42058|There is the cottage of your love at last, 42058|And the hearth of your childhood in the East, 42058|With the old-time story of sweet scenes and joys, 42058|As in dreams it dreams of our dear lives; 42058|In every cradle is the story of love, 42058|A dream of our early childhood: 42058|The old-time song that I dreamed when a child, 42058|As I stood at that window, and listened 42058|To the voice of my love as it sang: 42058|"Listen, O, listen, Love, that am I, 42058|Listen in my love's sweet songs to hear; 42058|To love, that am you, O Love, hear and see; 42058|For I have trod the golden and the gray, 42058|And I know what thou knowest, Love,--and I, 42058|A child at heart with the flowers that play: 42058|The flowers that all day long with me abide, 42058|And with gladness my heart with theirs doth fill, 42058|And love, with gladness, I love and do." 42058|I sang the old, old songs with my love, 42058|And the light lark, like a man with a smile, 42058|Singed the clear, clear lay 42058|Of my song, and sang: 42058|"Come! and bring 42058|Me nights in which we'll sleep 42058|In the garden of love, 42058|Where the lilies gleam 42058|By the deep, deep glen, and at our skye 42058|The little flowers are springing and springing -- 42058|And we'll dream that we're rich with the sweet, 42058|For we're but poor, poor with the rose -- poor -- 42058|Dear, ======================================== SAMPLE 4300 ======================================== 4010|To hold them in a chain. 4010|O happy youth, as at the door 4010|Of childhood's home his father strode, 4010|And the bright morning sunbeam, shone 4010|Upon the castle gate, 4010|His mother's eyes the while they glanced, 4010|With eyes for sorrows grieved; 4010|And so with mirth and love it fared, 4010|As, at his feet, he held her down, 4010|And bade her thank him for his love. 4010|She felt his hand that kissed her cheek 4010|Lift up the rose-colour'd hair, 4010|And spoke, and blushed for joy like one 4010|Who felt a kiss of love on him. 4010|"My son, I fear not for your life 4010|A grief that cannot slay: 4010|A father's love is not for pride, 4010|But that which we may claim - 4010|The love of those, who own your claim, 4010|Your native earth: 4010|"As little for your life as my, 4010|So dear you feel my love, 4010|That I am come to tell, this night, 4010|And kiss your feet." 4010|"I would no peace, you tell me, 4010|That God should give for me: 4010|And if you do not love me, God, 4010|For whom you pine,-- 4010|I pray you, let me die with you, 4010|Before you bear 4010|A man in me out of my grave! 4010|O speak, and tell me your mind; 4010|My tears shall cease." 4010|He looked--and, in a spirit more than woman's, he spoke. 4010|"If the poor and wretched of God, 4010|Like me, 4010|Yet live, and have, and do not weep, 4010|How have I wrong'd them, and offended them? 4010|The poor have loved me--love me-- 4010|And when I die, 4010|They shall know no pity from me. 4010|When I am with my Saviour, 4010|They shall worship him as we do; 4010|And, if I go on earth, 4010|They shall say good night, good morrow, 4010|To their father the King." 4010|What words of power and truth were those! 4010|How could his wife's heart find words 4010|Compassion of so free a heart, 4010|Who bade her heart farewell, 4010|And went adown to hell? 4010|What words of truth, what words of might, 4010|Could check her husband's wily wiles? 4010|In the black night of hell, 4010|In a waste of woe, 4010|Were her eyes, alas! a blind man's guide. 4010|Her heart is broken now, 4010|And no pity her lord can find: 4010|What hope, what comfort, in the tomb, 4010|Had e'er kept the poor and widow's ghost? 4010|On her bed the bier is laid, 4010|Its long grass gleams around; 4010|The last light that shines, is that which marks the bed, 4010|When, with death in heart, 4010|She laid her lord, with tears in her own. 4010|It may be, in some grave, 4010|In some churchyard, 4010|Of the faithful and devout, 4010|A saint reared to rest, 4010|And a mother, half-forgotten, 4010|For whom, half-wedded, 4010|Her child lay dying, 4010|To whom her husband's arms were folded; 4010|Or if on moor and fell, 4010|When the storm of battle 4010|Rushed on the realm, 4010|And every brother died; 4010|How the father's heart 4010|Died with her child; 4010|Or how, as her husband's breast 4010|Still heaved the wife, 4010|And every sister still mourned; 4010|Or if the cold, cold breast, 4010|Where love first dwelt, 4010|Ever sank in death. 4010|When ======================================== SAMPLE 4310 ======================================== 12242|And that I have heard a man who said 12242|He did not know his home from home. 12242|I went to a friend without farewell. 12242|Why did I go? I went to seek 12242|Some relief from that sweet pain, 12242|The memory of a friend, 12242|The hope of a friend, the fear 12242|Of a friend, 12242|The joy and the sorrow of life. 12242|I went as one without a goal, 12242|A man in search of friend or foe, 12242|A seeker without goal, 12242|A friend without foe. 12242|So I passed the portals of life, 12242|And found a friend within, 12242|A friend in the pang, 12242|A foe in the pain. 12242|There is a song in my memory 12242|That was the dearest thing alive. 12242|It has a magic in it that is not 12242|To be expressed unless I sing. 12242|I am alive; and the day is done; 12242|And the sun, that was shivering late 12242|And the dew, that was on the lace, 12242|And the dew on the laces I wore, 12242|And the dew of the dew-drops on the leaves, 12242|And the dew of the dew beside the brook, 12242|And the dew of the dew that was lost in song 12242|When the stars came out to-night. 12242|I was alive; for the stars were out, 12242|And there were no more friends to sup, 12242|And I had not a friend to call; 12242|And the dew was on the leaves and flowers, 12242|And the dew on the leaves and brook, 12242|And the dew that was lost when the stars shone out. 12242|I was alive; and life was sweet 12242|With the odor of the morning croon; 12242|I was never a friend to call; 12242|I was never a foe to shun. 12242|I laughed at all men who were down, 12242|As I must be drowned in sorrow now. 12242|I laughed at the pomps of the rich, 12242|As a child that's sick with melancholies. 12242|I laughed at the tricks of the proud, 12242|And the pomps that I had not in me. 12242|I was alive; for friendship made me 12242|As false as the wind in a flower. 12242|For the dew was on the leaves and brook, 12242|And the dew on the leaves and flowers, 12242|And the dew on the leaves and laces I wore, 12242|And the dew of my dew-drop long ago 12242|When the stars shone out to-night. 12242|I was not a friend; nor yet a foe; 12242|Nor yet a petty spite; nor yet a friend. 12242|I have lived since then in the infinite 12242|With no friend in my affairs. 12242|I have not been an impediment 12242|Between man and his heaven or hell, 12242|No, I have not been, 12242|Being not wholly up to the full 12242|As some are, nor wholly down. 12242|I have not been a hindrance to men. 12242|In other men's constellations 12242|I gave them light or dark; and in the 12242|Myself, I let the shadows pass. 12242|And hence this being alive and free 12242|With this mystery of sorrow, 12242|The spirit of sorrow, not mute, 12242|But, with poetic nostril, breath'd 12242|Poets in every place. 12242|And in a little while, alas! 12242|A mother, if without devil, will 12242|A father than devil take in turn. 12242|This one was devil enough; 12242|This was in fact, a devil serious. 12242|But there was that about him, 12242|A devil in the shape of a shoe, 12242|Which made both him and her well up with wine. 12242|And every time the time drew nigh 12242|A sense of a sort of suffocation, 12242 ======================================== SAMPLE 4320 ======================================== 1383|For he who looks on the face of the gods, 1383|The gods that rule with a rod are in sight, 1383|To the eyes of the world is the world true gold! 1383|Then let the soul be satisfied, the soul 1383|Be fruitful, to be blest and made happy, 1383|As this world is said to be full and blest! 1383|A vision has passed through the vision, 1383|As a vision that passes and leaves 1383|But a touch and a smell of the grass, 1383|The grass of the country that is green. 1383|The grass of the country! Behold, 1383|It is a country of fair flowers, 1383|Lilies in leaf, a virginal sight; 1383|The lily is loveliest seen in a sun, 1383|A radiant virginal light, to hold 1383|One for a stranger and to be the bride. 1383|Hast thou seen the lily in the meadow, 1383|She is fair to gaze upon so long as rain 1383|And sunshine follow, a virginal flower! 1383|That's lovely, it is fair but yet not seen. 1383|Who sees a lily if she stand in the rain? 1383|The lily is not seen, the grass of the field, 1383|It glitters a glitter of light of its own; 1383|Where is she, she is but one ray of her breath. 1383|A fair sight is the grass in the country, 1383|The grass of the country of fair flowers; 1383|Not a cloud on the day in the year. 1383|The grass of the ground is in God's hand; 1383|The grass is a path to the country of light; 1383|For the country of light are the flowers and lily. 1383|'Tis nature's way, a path to the country of light, 1383|Where the lily and maidens are fair; 1383|Though beauty and grace are not seen beside, 1383|The flower of the grass is the fairest to-day. 1383|A little for a love-lorn husband, 1383|A little in an empty bed, 1383|And a little love and a glass of wine 1383|On the cheek of the bridegroom the bride. 1383|My love that is a woman, and I am a man! 1383|The grass of the field, the flower of the earth, 1383|If but the eyes of the bridegroom they lift, 1383|Beams in gilded lustre like the day 1383|His wife's face was as a beacon beacon. 1383|In her the beauty was of the air 1383|That burns, in her the strength and the glow 1383|Of a ship in the open ocean-currents 1383|For the love which is an hour-glass in a fit. 1383|The lips on the lips of the bride, 1383|The mouth on the lips of the bride, 1383|They are the music of heaven, and she sings 1383|To live is to rest, to sleep is to wake, 1383|To give God thanks for the hour for our birth. 1383|The light in the eyes of the bride, 1383|The light in the eyes of the bride, 1383|They are the light of the world as it is 1383|In the eyes of the bride, and the sight of death. 1383|'Tis like to see the light of the bride 1383|With the glare of a torch in her face! 1383|The wife of the bride and the bridegroom then, 1383|The lover, and I, are the colours that flit 1383|To a light in the eyes of the bride, 1383|A light in the eyes of the bride. 1383|'Tis good for her to go at her time, 1383|To give God thanks for the hour for her birth. 1383|She is fairer for her absence. 1383|I have loved her, not myself, 1383|Her lover; we were true, 1383|And that is why there are 1383|The tears when I must speak 1383|Of my Love and her farewell! 1383|When the star in the west is aflame 1383|It shines to guide us to the west, ======================================== SAMPLE 4330 ======================================== 1031|With the pale, soft eyes of the night and the moon; 1031|And when she shall have drawn her last great breath, 1031|She shall feel a little more than she thought. 1031|And then, ah! then the dark of that night 1031|Will be more than the dark of our years, 1031|And the sweet voice of her spirit will cry 1031|When our love is dead and our love gone." 1031|So she sits on this stone alone 1031|And is sad, for nevermore shall she be loved; 1031|And the pale light of love is shed 1031|Upon her soul as a sunset's breath on the sea. 1031|Oh, thou my love! my life within my life! 1031|If I see thee yet not in the dark, 1031|When the cold stars make a wan circle round the light, 1031|I shall not know, for thou wilt not be seen; 1031|But some cold star, or star that is alone, 1031|Or star that is in the far starless deep 1031|Shall know of me, and smile, and wane of heart 1031|Over the water, over the shining sand, 1031|And ask of the grace of those eyes that die 1031|With a love too sweet to speak, those dead eyes' pride; 1031|But I shall say no word to that grey child 1031|That has sat alone thus side by side, 1031|And is half dead with all my love in her eyes. 1031|My love! if I did fear to know thee now, 1031|If I did fear to breathe thee in thine ear, 1031|I might forget the bliss ye gave and take, 1031|And think of something else thou wert before, 1031|And be still to music, and forget the song 1031|That filled the world with its sweet last farewell. 1031|Yet I shall not forget, for, lo! to-night 1031|I feel thine arms about me as I sit, 1031|And thee caress me as thy spirit caress 1031|The living light ye lent to me in life, 1031|And saw it once as night and as the blue 1031|Never fade on life that never more shall fade. 1031|Alas, that days should change their light for night! 1031|That days should change their colour for colourless grey! 1031|Alas, that Heaven should suffer for this! 1031|We are not made for earth, we neither tread 1031|The sand drear that cramps the lifting heel 1031|Of floating leagues, nor breathe the bitter grass 1031|That makes the heart still sicklier than a steel. 1031|We are not fashioned to walk in the tread 1031|Of angel feet, and to cast out the stain 1031|Of earthly passion to lie upon the soul. 1031|We are not holy, for Love doth never come 1031|Thus hollowly, with a blind old hand 1031|Bearing away the fault of sin; 1031|We are not white, for cold has never washed 1031|The skin of man, nor washed our eyes; 1031|We are not all, for none of us can be 1031|The perfect whole, the true man's mind; 1031|We are not bright from the firmament of heaven, 1031|Which shows the face of bliss, nor even shades 1031|The face of bliss from the face of man. 1031|We are not all alive but some, and some 1031|Are blest but one, and one, the whole, the whole. 1031|We are not all that may be, though to-day 1031|The year of love hath seen no year. 1031|Therefore, if thou wouldst have it so, woe is lost! 1031|For all we love, and that we love, doth die 1031|Died long ere we but take it away. 1031|Because we see not the end of things, 1031|Because we cannot see our life in fail, 1031|Because there is no second birth, we shrink 1031|From weeping at the utter loss of all. 1031|We weep, because the poor heart, the dear, 1031|Weeps ever, and will drink no other cup 1031|Than this of tears. Our tears are but a drop ======================================== SAMPLE 4340 ======================================== 1719|And now I am the man of these! 1719|"But what will men say of me, 1719|When all the name I had was doom, 1719|When I was king with the best men in the land, 1719|And I was a man with nothing more? 1719|"How could my fame so far transcend the rest, 1719|When life is a story that you read, 1719|And glory an ending, and love the dream? 1719|"Or if this be the best I have, 1719|I know, though men look on me, 1719|That I have said the thing and lived the dream, 1719|And all men have enjoyed the night, 1719|And all have known what my heart shall do, 1719|At last the word was given and taken, 1719|And my old life is dead and gone." 1719|Then the man with the burning eyes 1719|Shook his head but could not speak, 1719|And said the word that he feared the most, 1719|"But what will men say of him, 1719|When all the name I had was doom, 1719|When I was king with the best men in the land, 1719|And I was a man with nothing more?" 1719|And he bowed his head and said no more, 1719|And the ghost of the man that must not die 1719|Swept about his head and said no more. 1719|And his eyes were dark, and the man must die, 1719|For all his heart was turned to Rome. 1719|But there was one that said no more, 1719|As by the ancient gate they passed, 1719|"Thou shalt not die in the age that is past nor come, 1719|Nor a man pass into life this night, 1719|But God alone shall take heed of him, 1719|And the old world goes back a little; 1719|And I will meet with thee in the end, 1719|And the old days that live but to die 1719|Fly over sea with many things, 1719|And the young men who are good shall see them depart: 1719|O, would that the men of my people were thine! 1719|"Ye know we are sons of the ancient land, 1719|And the women are old, and wear to age; 1719|We shall not pass till all shall be dead 1719|Because our hands are young. 1719|"Ah, woe is me, and they shall hear my cry, 1719|And the old men shall bear a young man's cry, 1719|As the cry of the heart in the age grows old 1719|Is for the wind to pass away. 1719|"But, though my body be dust and dust 1719|And the young men shall fail, the old men shall hear, 1719|As I said before, for our hands are free, 1719|And our ears hear what men say. 1719|"I remember that men shall stand and say, 1719|While the old men sit and weep in their rooms, 1719|When the day of our passing flies, 1719|"That we shall go down beneath the wings of storms, 1719|That we shall go down on the wings of night, 1719|To the home of the shadows in the lands of dream, 1719|To the home of the shadows in the lands of sleep. 1719|"We have passed beneath the wings of storms, 1719|We are passing on the wings of night, 1719|In the hours that are no more, in the hours to be. 1719|And the night is full of shadows, and dark as death, 1719|And the day is full of shadows, and dark as birth, 1719|And they shall cover the lands of the night and the day. 1719|"But one little hour, in the dead of the night, 1719|In the hour when we die not, in the hour of the dawn, 1719|Was more than the world, was more than death or birth, 1719|Since we went under the wings of storms. 1719|"O, what shall be said of an English youth 1719|And a Roman girl and the doom we shall bring, 1719|For we shall pass on the wings of storms!" 1719|The old man said no word, but he heard 1719|The ======================================== SAMPLE 4350 ======================================== 24216|Ofttimes the fainting floweret, and 24216|The dying flower, 24216|With the wild flowers, on the heath, 24216|Are on my heart, and now and there 24216|They waken no remembrance; 24216|Nor any sound of mortal birth, 24216|In the lone world of my spirit lie, 24216|And nothing from them falls to earth: 24216|I am alone in the dark alone, 24216|I dare not see the sun or stars, 24216|Or the soft-tinted waves of ocean; 24216|I would not fear to encounter fate, 24216|Or to feel faint and faint at peril 24216|Of a falling stone, 24216|But, through the dusk of life's still beginning, 24216|I would not fear to lose myself wholly 24216|In the dark and lonely night of being! 24216|When in sleep I close my weary eyes, 24216|And the earth's stillness shuts out the world, 24216|I hear a rattle of hoofs on the slope, 24216|From the city road where I can see not; 24216|The sound of hoofs on the slope, 24216|That sounds till it fills my heart with pain, 24216|And then, in a moment, silent falls, 24216|And I lie as though I had never dwelt 24216|In the open land of the careless heath. 24216|At one cross-road and one more I stand, 24216|And see the great city of the South, 24216|Whose streets run down to the sea, and thence 24216|To windward as one continuous line; 24216|And in the city is my own fair town, 24216|Whose name is written on the housetops; 24216|There is the sea-beach where I often set 24216|My feet, when, with the night upon me, 24216|I wonder if I hear a step on the sand 24216|From the dim landward. 24216|Ofttimes I sit with my long-legged child, 24216|And listen to the sound that falls on low, 24216|And deeper voices, one by one, 24216|Lulling through the silent silence, 24216|The sound of hoofs of beasts, 24216|Or crashing of streams; or deep and thin, 24216|As when at twilight, the low, high notes 24216|Of a far-off fishing-fleet, 24216|From the rocky shore, 24216|Break on the ear. The city's sound is not 24216|To those that sit in their long-legged beds, 24216|But seems in their hearts to be the very sea. 24216|Where the light winds of evening waken 24216|The rustling leaves, where'er they blow, 24216|And the white sun climbs the azure sky, 24216|'Tis there that I sit, and listen to 24216|Their music, falling in a rippling flow, 24216|From an unseen face, which I never see, 24216|Ofttimes in the drowsy twilight gray, 24216|And the dark voice is still, 24216|Saying,--"What is life, young man, and where 24216|Are you going?" 24216|Where I sit in the shade and often 24216|Of the golden-green pine-leaf trees; 24216|Where with my child I sing 24216|And gaze by the shadowy precipice, 24216|And watch the sun at noon 24216|Curl and glow at the top of the hill, 24216|And watch through the gray of day, 24216|The wild torrents, and the wild deer's trample, 24216|Till they seem a thousand miles away, 24216|And I hear at their rippling sound, 24216|The voice, that seems 24216|In the light and shadow, 24216|Like the voices of men 24216|Through the evening gloom!-- 24216|Where the sea, like a dream, 24216|Haunts me night and day, 24216|Where the ferryman, who goes 24216|Beneath the palm tree, haunts me at night 24216|And haunts me in the daylight; 24216|Where a girl at my side, 24216|Once, laughed at my name, ======================================== SAMPLE 4360 ======================================== 1304|In vain the gentle hand of nature we did gain. 1304|Still in the world we roam, in vain our steps abide, 1304|Still we can see the clear blue eyes of spring, 1304|But they smile away the winter's icy dreariness 1304|With the glow of a hundred happy smiles. 1304|Still we can see the sun on high in his course, 1304|Still the morning is fair, and the shades obey,-- 1304|But what do we care?--the spring is so fair! 1304|O what are the cares of the world to us, 1304|The toils of the day, and the thorns of the grass! 1304|But she laughs in her joy, and weeps in our place, 1304|And she saith our cares are not so bad as she thinks. 1304|We do not want the woes of the day to us, 1304|While her smiles and her tears are so sweet to us; 1304|We do not want to live in a world of distress, 1304|And to suffer her tears are as sweet to us. 1304|We will sit in the sun, and we'll sleep in the shade, 1304|And we will have a good time where'er we may go: 1304|We have danced and we have danc'd in the happy past, 1304|And till we are changed we will sing a joy like this. 1304|WHEN I was a Negro, an Only Girl, I did not know 1304|That Love is a thing that never changes, 1304|That never brings the black despair 1304|On which our race was built. 1304|I never dreamed that Love would oft, 1304|While Seasons pass, would fail for me. 1304|I never dreamed that Love would oft, 1304|While Seasons pass, would fail for me. 1304|It's a long way from home to Love, 1304|The way is drear and dreary, 1304|No joy is to be had at all 1304|In that lonely place. 1304|What if, in spite of all, Love should 1304|Again bring me to itself, 1304|And bring me back once more to thee, 1304|My dear, my first delight? 1304|It cannot be! I dare not try-- 1304|I cannot try, I must, 1304|With ever to myself, a moment seem to bring 1304|Thee -- my Dear -- to view. 1304|THERE are many a waiting man that waits 1304|All night for luck to start; 1304|For him the lily's silver stem 1304|Is very bitter indeed; 1304|The rime of twenty's gold are rarer still 1304|Than shining diamonds were. 1304|So luckless are all luckier men than I, 1304|So many a luckless fortune fled 1304|From out their hands and hearts, at last, 1304|Struck by a careless jester, they may sleep 1304|Deep down at home, but never well. 1304|And here, while luckless are my tricks, that still 1304|Upon the stage may fall, 1304|Oft I am sure that luckless too am I 1304|If all my luck is lucky to save. 1304|And here, while friends are very much enow 1304|To lend me friends to lend, 1304|A sudden friend I have, and there are so 1304|Many friends at play 1304|For me their gambols, wiles, and games that may 1304|(So luckless are all luckiest men than I) 1304|Come now, while I have still a rope to play, 1304|And all my friends they will be, to save, 1304|And one may trust me and be right, and so 1304|I shall be luckless, and so I shall not fall, 1304|But so I play and so a lucky life may win. 1304|O FAIR! What shall I call thee? 1304|My sweet SMILEDELICAMPOE. 1304|NIGHT, sweet Night, when man comes near 1304|His house, what other door? 1304|What other door but his heart's goal? 1304|O, a long time ago 1304|The Gods bade Night hold her. 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 4370 ======================================== 26199|"My friend, you have been very long on me; 26199|You know that when I saw my life was run 26199|And all my hopes were gone, I could scarce think 26199|My friends could have been so fair to choose. 26199|"The thought is shocking, and the tears its blame; 26199|And yet I'll be with you. As I've said, 26199|For that you may not blame me if I stay." 26199|"But what of the King?" the youth asks sharply. 26199|"The King," I answered--"now forgive me--" 26199|(His smile was a triumph) "for as to you; 26199|And yet--now I believe--the King could care 26199|Less if his subjects were all at war." 26199|"In the morning--or the morning after--" 26199|"Nay, the King had scarcely slept enough-- 26199|And thus, for his own safety, the Prince 26199|Did not undertake to sleep. You know, 26199|He was not in love with the Queen--a fact 26199|I had already suspected; he said 26199|He saw her in her garden--and that nought 26199|Could then be mistaken; and as for me-- 26199|I must be up to this mystery, or else 26199|I shall not rest--it is impossible-- 26199|And there was something much in this, I own, 26199|For my troubled heart believed me so far 26199|Exceedingly wise. And when the morning came-- 26199|I think 'twas the morning--a dozen men 26199|In armour rode about, and from his bowers. 26199|"Ah, then the King was lying awake," 26199|Said the King, "sitting in his pillow, pondering 26199|On that old story he was told of the Queen: 26199|That the King's own soldiers in the East were seen 26199|Lolling their tongues in ambush--leaving the King. 26199|"Lulled and overfilled, he saw them--saw 26199|The Turkish men, and the Persian horse-- 26199|And his own horse, with a white face on, 26199|And red hot breath from the Caucasus-- 26199|His own horse, with a red throat in rout-- 26199|A red horse. What could that have meant?--how 26199|Could he hope to escape--to run away?" 26199|"There is a way; and you shall discover it: 26199|We shall not conceal it from you; but-- 26199|If you do not believe me, you may believe 26199|That the most daring man by many a name 26199|Is bound to feel it first. I, for one, 26199|Can not repeat it." He told the tale 26199|And in all its truth, and his good fortune, 26199|Gave him such a good conclusion, the King 26199|Re-joined his people in the morning." 26199|"But why should you?" 26199|"The thing I mean is, we must know ere 26199|We can do anything with Mr. Gorham." 26199|"You may hold your tongue," the old Fool returned-- 26199|"I hold a thing was born from our poor father's blood." 26199|"Now if you will listen to Gorham," said Gorham-- 26199|"It is plain that as to that, we do not care, 26199|And should be kept to what you please. 26199|"We are the only royal people here, 26199|As is your due reward; but you can go 26199|If you're in any danger, and I will pray 26199|You at your ease. And let me see--it is true-- 26199|You made a great pother--or rather, a gaff-- 26199|But you have failed in one point--that point it is. 26199|"I suppose you meant to say you have failed 26199|In that 'Taffie's blind, Taffie's deaf,'--but hold-- 26199|It's like so many things!--the point is--you? 26199|There's a point, indeed, where to give aid 26199|Is as good as giving no advice. 26199|"It is a pity that the wise should hold it, 26199|But let ======================================== SAMPLE 4380 ======================================== 20|His head the sun had raid on high, 2620|But in its stead a burning pyre; 2620|His eyes no Sun had ware what day, 2620|Nor any other what the sign 2620|That read, "Here my dead Lamps are light;" 2620|No, this was all their only sight. 2620|Th' intent of God was in that sign, 2620|But man misinterpreted it; 2620|For since the dead Lamps were cold 2620|He sought to warm them with his light. 2620|But in the fire was seen to shine 2620|Second Spirit of the Sign that burned, 2620|More glorious far than either star 2620|Or moon that ever overhead. 2620|And who was this that through the flames 2620|Beamed so clearly, though but in the flames? 2620|The Lamb of God who taketh sins, 2620|It was, alas! this Man whom they damned. 2620|But see, the fiery Sign that led 2620|The host of spirits glorious to rise 2620|Hath blanched his riven hairs and stood 2620|Twice seven cubits in the tempest dead; 2620|And from his grave they drag him now, 2620|This emblem of redemption clean. 2620|That from the dead thou art, see, we see; 2620|Thou canst not die, since they have bled. 2620|The Sign is dead, which man misinterpreted: 2620|The light which thy obedience gave, 2620|That they might live, is lamed and dead: 2620|The fire is fled, they die; their sins 2620|Forgive here, and take thee up to God. 2620|O glorious God! whose glorious work we view, 2620|Our eyes behold a living Mercy in Thee: 2620|O Thou most holy, goodness-loving Child! 2620|Made known to us this holy Truth, 2620|Nor Heaven is Heaven without Thee, therefore love us: 2620|To love Thee with these tears of gratitude, 2620|And for these sacred tears of sons and daughters 2620|The holy fires of Heaven, ineffable fires, 2620|With reverence, lest we grow cold beneath Thy hand. 2620|Thee, Father, to adore, 2620|Not that thine angel-soul is fair, 2620|But that her words and strength may be 2620|Less feeble with the age of man. 2620|By those pure lips that could not be quite still 2620|When pierced by mortal anguish's pangs; 2620|By the strong hands and hands sweet, which could not hold 2620|The broken heart within their own; 2620|By the sad head and brow, which could not yield 2620|Too much, too soon, to Heaven's decree; 2620|By all that made each face, for Love's dear sake, 2620|Sweet with the blood of human care; 2620|For the poor sinner whom God had suffered wrong, 2620|Made known to them this holy Truth. 2620|With trembling lips, for they to hear 2620|Must still remain, though mute, to show 2620|How precious still and simple seem 2620|His words, and how dear their saving grace. 2620|"Thy grace," they cried, "is food indeed 2620|For hearts where mercy for our need 2620|Stood not afraid; nor needs there be 2620|A soul unworthy to inherit 2620|The blessings of the Shepherd's God." 2620|Then from the burning sacrifice, 2620|And from the altars whence they came, 2620|They rose; but scarce would grace to move 2620|Those hearts which felt so much the more 2620|For Grace's more near arrival near; 2620|And Hope would fain have laid her bestynes 2620|Upon the child, and let her rest 2620|In silence with her happy ones, 2620|But that the Father's Son to her went forth, 2620|And Love, as in a thunder-cloud, 2620|Came forth to shew her all his might. 2620|Her heart with tender loving awe 2620|Did he; whose love no words should speak, 2620|Nor any artful word suggest, 2620|Whose name no words could make eloquent: 26 ======================================== SAMPLE 4390 ======================================== 30672|The joyous Spring came in, while all 30672|Her flowers were new blown, unharmed 30672|From winter's frost-bound hours, 30672|And joy within her bosom glowed 30672|As sunshine in the sky, 30672|And all about her sunny fields 30672|The fragrance of sweet May 30672|Rang soft with harmony unrepressed, 30672|Ringing through the greenwood grove. 30672|From many a dainty garden walk 30672|The lutes and gillyflowers were gay, 30672|And the sweet-smelling violet 30672|In rich fragrance lay beside 30672|And blushing o'er its sweet dew 30672|Laughed in the clear autumn shower 30672|On the light yellow daisy hung. 30672|Fair as the flowers that round her slept 30672|The gentle azure of the skies 30672|Hung o'er the meadows as they shed 30672|Their golden showers, where blooms like hers 30672|Might scarce with caution fall asleep. 30672|The grassy banks of many a stream 30672|Ran laughing with their ripples white, 30672|As though in their green nooks they felt 30672|The breath of summer, and they brought 30672|The memory back of joys that were. 30672|The trees and bushes round them stood 30672|So gay, and their first sunbeam broke 30672|Through the clear glades, and showed each bud 30672|As bright as though it only slept. 30672|There shone a blue among the leaves, 30672|As deep as if the blue were her, 30672|The blue-green foliage far that gleamed-- 30672|So beautiful that maiden's cheek! 30672|And ever it beamed upon 30672|Her as she leaned on him, that smile 30672|That first lightened all the darkness 30672|And lifted up the heart in her. 30672|There seemed a glory round their feet, 30672|A glory round their path and way, 30672|With all their love and tenderness 30672|Of love and loving, soft and sweet. 30672|The air was wild with birds on wing, 30672|The birds would only sing to stay 30672|Her spirit as she gazed and thought 30672|Of them in bliss upon the green. 30672|The leaves and flowers seemed all to sing 30672|A song as if her heart were home, 30672|And the sweet airs to lull her heart 30672|In a sweet sleep on every spray. 30672|The world seemed all about her now, 30672|And all its joyance in her breast, 30672|For then the flowers and birds she knew 30672|Had beauty like the maiden's own. 30672|There was a music and delight 30672|In the wild lisp of each lovely thing, 30672|For now her eye as oft was stirred 30672|By the soft laugh of a fairy sprite, 30672|Or the playful laugh of a fairy bough, 30672|Or the light glad smile of a fairy maid. 30672|It was a music round her heard, 30672|And all the wild earth seemed aghast 30672|With joy of what the future held 30672|When youth and love again were fair; 30672|And all her dreams were as a wave 30672|That is driven o'er the deepest sea. 30672|She saw the fair world of heaven 30672|As if 'twere floating 'neath her feet, 30672|Until it burst in fragments wide, 30672|And with two broken hearts was torn 30672|By cruel water-drops at sea. 30672|She felt the cold hand of time 30672|Upon her forehead as she flew, 30672|Until at last her feet and hands 30672|Were blotted from the page of Time 30672|And she stood only a faint form, 30672|A leaf, as we behold it now, 30672|On the dead leaves which mankind scatter now, 30672|Before they cease to scatter and be. 30672|Again her heart to heaven turned, 30672|As she felt the quick love, the keen 30672|Sorrow, that pained not nor ached; 30672|And she heard within her heart 30672|The beating of the eternal heart, 30672|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 4400 ======================================== 1471|A new heart, that is not her own in the least? 1471|'Tis she whose voice is the sea's wild music, 1471|From which, in a mist, her great billows leap; 1471|And this new soul, whose song is a sea song, 1471|With her great love of the sea, her own love 1471|That drowns her in music, 1471|Whose eyes are a flood of rapture that is in heaven, 1471|Whose eyes are a sea, whose eyes are a flood of tears, 1471|Whose love is a sea-cloud, 1471|Whose love is a sea-cloud, 1471|Whose love is a sea-cloud, 1471|Whose love is a sea-cloud. 1471|And so I go to bring you, and so I go. 1471|And so the world goes with me, and so it should. 1471|O great and solemn stars, so high and sere! 1471|O great and serene myriads (if Fate decree 1471|A more or less of misery proceed) 1471|Ages, lands, and peoples, 1471|Till, in one day, all life's forces be spent, 1471|When, through and through, 1471|The awful whole 1471|Of nature and of fate 1471|Come home together, with an end to all of them? 1471|When the whole of man's life 1471|Shall seem 1471|As one great tragedy 1471|Which has a final drama only for you, 1471|Each with his name, 1471|And you, your name? 1471|You are the last thing on the earth; 1471|The last thing, though the same; and we 1471|And we are but a little while away. 1471|O, what's the meaning of this land, when all around 1471|Is but one sea of death, and nothing else? 1471|And yet the heart of every man seems full 1471|Of joy to think the same thing over--death. 1471|What are they talking about? 1471|O great and solemn stars, so high and sere!-- 1471|O great and solemn myriads that sing 1471|Across this great world's gulf of the soul, the truth-- 1471|What are they saying? 1471|(O great and solemn stars, so high and sere! 1471|O great and solemn myriads that sing!--) 1471|The great world's mad, and the world's mad with sin, 1471|And the world's mad with sin; 1471|And the great world's mad to be free, 1471|And the world's mad to be damned-- 1471|The world's mad to be free? 1471|I know not the meaning of this land. 1471|O great and solemn stars, so high and sere, 1471|We have seen the sea, and the wild sea-tides, 1471|And the storm-tossed headlands, and the cliffs 1471|Of landward-rolling hills, 1471|And heard the far-off, low-voiced waters crying, 1471|And the white sea-billows ringing. 1471|O great and solemn stars, so high and sere!-- 1471|O great and solemn myriads that sing-- 1471|O great and solemn stars, so high and serene, 1471|The world's mad to be free, and mad to be damned-- 1471|The world's mad to be free? 1471|The great world's mad, and mad's the world to come, 1471|And mad of its mad, and mad of the mad, 1471|As mad did the mad. 1471|'Tis not the land you would have me know: 1471|The land, great stars, is not here! 1471|'Tis not this land, great stars, that's here at all: 1471|'Tis not this land, great stars, 1471|That's far away, or far away, 1471|With all its wonders and all its things; 1471|But the land I mean--a desert land, 1471|Far, far away--a land of waste and waste, 1471|With no grass, no roots to feed the grass, 1471|And no water to ======================================== SAMPLE 4410 ======================================== 1280|The man is so very old, 1280|That I'm certain he's gone somewhere 1280|To get out of the city life. 1280|The day after Thanksgiving, when I returned, 1280|To my old job and duties, 1280|My old employers 1280|Gave me a list of things that had been 1280|Ordered by me, which I had to obey. 1280|They said, 1280|"He's too old now to do as much," 1280|But they knew they were wrong. 1280|If I have the privilege 1280|Of taking orders for a hundred men, 1280|I'd fire them all, 1280|But I can't. 1280|There's something rotten 1280|In this big factory, 1280|And I must say right off 1280|That I will not stand idly by. 1280|I was ordered to the line and to the trench, 1280|And now I know the reason. 1280|So I'd like, from my young blood, 1280|To learn the secret of a century 1280|To which I've been ordered. 1280|THE SUNSHINE--The World 1280|LAST Thanksgiving night I went to bed 1280|And dreamed I was a little baby, 1280|With the pillow by me, and the light 1280|On my head, 1280|Reading the beautiful pages of the New Edition 1280|Of the New Testament where Christ's words are set, 1280|With the illustrations by Professor Hough. 1280|Not to know and not to care, 1280|And I dreamed that the great stars came out 1280|And whispered that they must watch and pray 1280|And I lay awake in the night and they 1280|Saw my little feet 1280|Running so softly and fast 1280|Round my bed. 1280|I was always like a little bird 1280|That sings in the nest, 1280|All its feathers turning to fire, 1280|As it sings of God's love. 1280|I was all the time like the moon in the sky 1280|And said: "I am the moon. 1280|No one can ever take me from my place, 1280|For I am the moon." 1280|And it whispered: "The way I say it 1280|Shines bright 1280|Where I am. 1280|So pray now, and I will fly up to heaven, 1280|And give you gifts of love and praise. 1280|A gold dish, with roses, of milk and honey, 1280|A red dish with violets, 1280|Two cups of the wine and the cream." 1280|WHEN I am not alive, 1280|I live by my books. 1280|The best for me 1280|Is not much, I tell them, 1280|For my life is too short. 1280|And it never is too late 1280|For the books I read. 1280|I HAVE a story to tell you 1280|That you shall hear it for yourself. 1280|There was a time 1280|When a woman 1280|Who dreamed to be an artist, 1280|At the age of ten, 1280|In a place out beyond a churchyard 1280|Ran away in the moonlight at her 1280|Mama's front door 1280|Because she was frightened of frogs 1280|And wished to play as they do. 1280|There were no frogs 1280|When she came back with the frogs. 1280|And now, 1280|With her little feet under her fidget spoons, 1280|With her eyes in darkness, 1280|And her arms in useless knots, 1280|I know, 1280|One summer night at supper 1280|She was dreaming how she and her brother 1280|Saw frogs all day 1280|And heard frogs grow, in the spring of the year, 1280|Round the fences of houses. 1280|Then her sister she said: 1280|"Oh where are you now? 1280|I am only twelve-- 1280|One summer night in a cabin 1280|She was laughing at frogs. 1280|"You were so happy!" 1280|She had no fear, 1280|And she found ======================================== SAMPLE 4420 ======================================== 1008|that thou mayst know of me. The truth is this; 1008|that in the world my master loveth me, and bideth me, 1008|as he seeth, that so he me serve. I was not born 1008|here, nor yet at home, but came from far; and mine 1008|master loveth to me as of right, and bideth me, as 1008|he is bound thereto, to aid him in his office. Vesper 1008|he is made, and with it I come; then with it go I 1008|upon my way." Thus spake Zarith, of whom I have heard. 1008|Then the two fellows unlocking their glorious armour, 1008|followed with such bound, that I had never seen them 1008|so eager to draw near the lofty towers. Forthwith 1008|spake the leader: "Gaze not too much on this head, 1008|obeying the clear reasoning of my words, or thou wilt 1008|perversely have that demon whom the fiend of overboldness 1008|incited to do the deed of, now is living in this world, 1008|though yet never wholly dead." So spake he; and fear 1008|constituted me, at hearing that guide so mute. 1008|Ill manners I maintained, inwardly disgustful, 1008|Against that living light, which had so piously 1008|promised me, ever to insist on its possessing me. 1008|Shame would have been the reward of this evil will, 1008|for this were itself more terrible than here. 1008|To the sixth circle then of the spiritual powers, 1008|its leader thus: "Lo! behold the eye, that saw 1008|Serna and Claria, fixed on gold, now whirls swiftly 1008|the direction it springeth from. These not without 1008|mercy my glad sight will I raise, where I was borne 1008|by the talons of Parnassus." Such gleaming 1008|was the vision of my sight that it beheld a spirit 1008|leaping forth from the sixth circle. The face 1008|hovered a moment, then vanished; and its image 1008|appeared that pattern of contemplation, wherein 1008|pray I might place my bones, in order to raise them. 1008|The Leader with his eye and head awry asked: 1008|"Say from whence the glistering gold that in these ribs 1008|lay, and draws them to themselves, whence proceed 1008|their various virtue?" He replied: "Lo how 1008|a son of Samaria his blue scarf unlooseth! He 1008|who was wont to wear it, ran not in new raiment, but 1008|albuquerie." Thus he spake: but I, with uplifted 1008|hands, replied: "If thou be already clothed 1008|(So must it be), that thou admit thy spirit in 1008|the throned; where it is not required to wash, or to 1008|rest, or to defile: behold the stone that cleaves it, 1008|Thou mayst behold if that be fitting, or else 1008|the Leader. In the earth there is no need to go 1008|and prayer to, for every spirit doth there freely 1008|wander as pleth him, whether he there desire 1008|to see, or whether he doth wish to know." 1008|Now be thou pleased that, if my words be of some avail, 1008|To fix my clearest mind, my fancy first shall lead me 1008|up; and, so bent on her triumph, my thinking onward 1008|thither shall her upward movement ply. Beneath, 1008|the barrier, now magnifi'd, now lamenting, passeth 1008|thousandfold, and now rejoicing, takes its endless course. 1008|If of the thousand sounds I hear or see, more 1008|real or less, according to thy choice, that should I confound, 1008|not thou, because thy vision reinspires thyme, and 1008|permitts thee to it; so much is here and hence 1008|doth the sense of thy desires impel thee. But, if I 1008 ======================================== SAMPLE 4430 ======================================== 1279|And by their own poor powl'd talents, 1279|They had no share in Heaven's ministry. 1279|Thou'st seen the wildest scenes before, 1279|O'er the wild wave or the rolling tempest, 1279|Yet ne'er could'st thou be a part o' this! 1279|And are my views untouch'd by fraud, 1279|Or by deceit's sly surreptitude? 1279|Or is't not true though I am bound, 1279|By dark influences to the right? 1279|Still, still I'm the slave o' hell, 1279|And my good man is a dunce. 1279|As ye come from your roaming, 1279|And see I am weary, 1279|O then, ye soldier men, gie me, 1279|Let us join the lubber rout! 1279|But when that there be none, 1279|In every street and mart, 1279|Let each good burgher, on his own estate, 1279|In quiet and discreet gaiety, 1279|Sit hinging his shutters, 1279|And let the stream o'er the plain, 1279|Flow briskly for ever, 1279|Down by the cot-house door, 1279|To the sea without delay; 1279|And when they've sung and swear'd 1279|That they can't forget, but will remember. 1279|In vain they curse at fortune's frown; 1279|That only laughs with sorrow; 1279|Till, blown a bubble in that gilded cradle, 1279|We're swallowed by the grave. 1279|With a heart at war wi' the grave, 1279|And a hand on the cord, 1279|We 'll press our neighbour's tom-cat 1279|To live while he can't be dry. 1279|When, 't is drest in silks and velvets, 1279|O! how sweet remembrance! 1279|When, fond o' her russet crape, 1279|The bonnie lass awakes to hear us sing, 1279|As we wander the green woods o' Dee! 1279|But, now, we 're sober, and, wi' the grave, 1279|'Tis folly to rove, 1279|Let me sleep the sleep o' saints, 1279|But at times an ev'ner please me. 1279|Tune--"_Wee Willie Winkie gie me my gowd._" 1279|A wee thing raist my han', 1279|A wee thing built me a nest, 1279|A wee thing lov'd me sae dear; 1279|I am gane, I am gane a deer, sir, 1279|In a fauld-lane on a dapple day, sir. 1279|I am baith blythe and bonnie, 1279|The fairest o' them a' in the land, 1279|I am blithesome and braw, 1279|The bonniest of maids ever born, sir, 1279|In a fauld-lane on a dapple day, sir. 1279|I am baith young and a Byrd, 1279|The liest of them a' in the land; 1279|I am baith braw and blear, 1279|The fairest o' them a' in the land, sir, 1279|To dacre to see auld Nick blaw, sir. 1279|And aye wad blush sae sair, 1279|And aye wad gie auld Nick the reel, 1279|The pride of his fold, sir, 1279|If he were nae where he ought, sir. 1279|Sic crowleys! I'm come to the mill again; 1279|Awa, awa, thou braw new-come wrack; 1279|And I'll be a daddie to thee yet, 1279|And I maun trust the devil a thraw. 1279|I 've been a daddie ever since I was born, 1279|To keep a' my bonnie pops in row; 1279|And when I am a daddie a' thrawn, O, 1279|I 'll be a thraw baith lang and sair, sir ======================================== SAMPLE 4440 ======================================== 2294|Says she, "Let's go home to England!" 2294|"Ay, ay, the way is long," says I, 2294|"But, ere we go, we'll make a stand; 2294|We never will return, I know, 2294|Unless we fight the Boers for life!" 2294|They came into the room, in the dark-and-wide coal-shadows of 2294|their eyes in the darkest of the night; 2294|It was a great fight 2294|For England and for the freedom of the seas. 2294|There was never a light of hope, but was burning like a ball-room 2294|And the men shouted for glory, the women wailed for a man, 2294|For fame, for power, 2294|And all the land ran taut with the will of the brave and free. 2294|And then the great ship sailed to the North-East 2294|Of its huge course across the mighty deep. 2294|For the people of London sent up to the ships 2294|their cries and their prayers, 2294|And they cried, "We have sent up in our ships 2294|to the people of London!" 2294|And now they are gone, for the clouds have shrouded them. 2294|They never will return. 2294|And they never will return, O England, till you have suffered 2294|as the people of London do. 2294|Here's a cup for your bravery, 2294|And here's a hand for your kindness. 2294|And here's an undecaying band to your aid, 2294|So, ladies and gentlemen, may the hour not come 2294|Too soon! 2294|Briefest of the brief. 2294|It may be we shall stand fast by the shore, 2294|With hearts of fire, and hands upraised for a right, 2294|And freedom and law for our land. 2294|We have dreamed about the sea; 2294|It has been a world of change, 2294|A world of storm and strife, 2294|All bright with our dream of the sea. 2294|We have dreamed about the sea, 2294|And our dreaming is done; 2294|Our dream has gone up in the night. 2294|We have never been afraid. 2294|Our hopes have settled with the sea, 2294|And we are contented now. 2294|There are no dreams for us there, 2294|No fancies to fret us there, 2294|And where the shore-lights gleam, 2294|Is the spot we have always in mind. 2313|We were sick of a dull, old-fashioned God-- 2313|A God who looked at our sins in vain, 2313|And lived by a blind old-fashioned plan 2313|That didn't do Him any honour, 2313|And only made our sins seem blacker, 2313|And damned our souls in an awful way-- 2313|The old God--not the new God, you understand. 2313|The way 2313|Of it all seemed like the way. 2313|No matter how our hearts might grieve and pray 2313|As we lay in the twilight and listened the long quiet sound 2313|Of the wind in the trees and the voices of the bees, 2313|We wondered if there was God at all in the air, 2313|Or only our blind old-fashioned God stood by, 2313|With an awful face in the world and an awful purpose. 2313|We sat on a slope of the hill 2313|Over the sea, on the hill 2313|Where the great trees stood, thick a-rise, 2313|And the redwoods were black and long; 2313|The leaves fluttered to and fro 2313|In the dusk. And a woman stood 2313|With a cup of milk between her teeth, 2313|And a face all mournful and wise. 2313|"Why, what's the good of sitting here 2313|This long long while by the way? 2313|Come, let's go down under the tree. 2313|This way is God's way--or none. 2313|You will find the old God if you go 2313|In an hour, or else none. What have we 2313|To do with the new God of Heaven! 23 ======================================== SAMPLE 4450 ======================================== 36803|A light comes out of the sky, 36803|And like a rainbow it gleams 36803|At the great dome of night. 36803|In the garden of the world 36803|The flowers are sleeping, sleeping 36803|In the dewy moonlight. 36803|The leaves whisper, whispering, 36803|In the branches of the trees 36803|For joy of the long sleep; 36803|And, as they whisper, dreaming 36803|Of the glad days to be, 36803|While the rose's fragrance dances 36803|O'er the earth from the skies. 36803|And lo! in the garden of the world 36803|I see a butterfly-- 36803|A lovely, blooming butterfly-- 36803|With golden wings spread out. 36803|In the garden of the world 36803|I watch him--a butterfly-- 36803|With heart of an oak tree 36803|In every leaf and bud: 36803|And, oh! as the golden sun 36803|Hangs over him in the moon, 36803|My soul is glad when he smiles 36803|When the flower of his dream-- 36803|His dream was made for me! 36803|In the garden of the world 36803|A bird is singing softly, gently; 36803|And on the branches overhead 36803|There lie the flowers of June. 36803|I look and I gaze, and I dream that he 36803|Will be the rose of my life; 36803|Then softly he sinks beneath the leaves, 36803|And sleep has made my life complete. 36803|And when I wake in the mornings bright, 36803|I must look up to my watch again; 36803|For it tells of the breaking summer sun, 36803|Of the morning stars, and the sweet rain: 36803|And when I wake, I must look up again 36803|To see the stars twinkle in the skies: 36803|For they shine on my life's first dawning, 36803|My little morning of five years ago. 36803|In the garden of the world 36803|There floats a rose and the sun have kissed 36803|And the breeze is in the boughs beside, 36803|And soft it rustles the flower and blows 36803|Its fragrance on the green grass down; 36803|And soft it sings and sweet it lies 36803|In the light and fragrance of its hours, 36803|For the breeze is kissing its lips there, 36803|And it loves the sun, and sighs and smiles. 36803|And oh! how my heart is glad to be 36803|Waked by the breeze and risen by the sun, 36803|That the light be kisses on my hands there, 36803|And the sun-flower sweet with its fragrance. 36803|I've seen the night-time, 36803|And watched the shadows. 36803|The wind blown in from ferns. 36803|I've watched all night 36803|Through the moon with its rambling, rumbling 36803|And moaning, 36803|That never ends, 36803|To the heart of the heart of a child 36803|That lies asleep, 36803|With the darkness filling her over. 36803|I've watched too long to dream that she could know 36803|A single, single sorrow's throbbing pain, 36803|As you, poor child! 36803|I've watched a thousand years 36803|In a land of light; 36803|But now a blind one grows blind again, 36803|And my soul that looked for joy and rest 36803|Must now look for something ill instead, 36803|And so I know; 36803|For I'm sorry, and it's hard to know 36803|How long a child can live in hell, 36803|And what hell will be. 36803|The moon looks down in the sky 36803|And I often think it is the same 36803|And her eyes look down-- 36803|If all eyes look that way, 36803|It is better, it seems to me, 36803|The sun above the hill. 36803|And I think my heart should never know 36803|The sight of her face, where all they go 36803|Is to the door of her dream. 36803|_All the song of the moon and the stars! ======================================== SAMPLE 4460 ======================================== 29700|But I am glad to see thee and to greet thee, sister, 29700|Because thou stand'st before me with thy gentle brow, 29700|And look'st so calmly on me! 29700|"O sister! thy thoughts on me are not of a moment 29700|But only always of the day, and of the past, 29700|And of its day-tide memories; and, my sister, 29700|The day-tide memories have passed over, 29700|And the sorrow, that with them, passing over, 29700|Had been a life-long burden; and the pain, that, 29700|With its long weariness, with its long sorrow 29700|Has been cast in the grave. 29700|"Thou knowest that, ere my father told thee 29700|That life in the life-barges lay in the midst of them, 29700|Thou hadst been a life-long exile, and I had 29700|Been a life-long prisoner on the sea; 29700|And the sea-stream, that made a light 29700|As it was shadow on the sea, when it passed over, 29700|Had been a mist, and shadows were the things that 29700|Gathered and were gathered under the mist. 29700|"For, I saw thee stand by the sick man's bed, 29700|And, with him, the poor woman, who neither knew 29700|What love was love, and yet what was love worth, 29700|Nor yet what life was life's worth. 29700|"A song of the sea! a song of the waves! 29700|And I was tired of life in my father's house, 29700|And life in the life-barges, where I saw thy face, 29700|And thy sweet eyes, that on me shone. 29700|"The song of the sea! O sister! thou dost bring 29700|All that is worth of the sea-stream to the heart, 29700|For, sister, thou wast a woman, fair and fair, 29700|And beautiful in thy country's eyes. 29700|"I had been content with what was given me; 29700|I had been content to leave life's morning-star 29700|And follow the winds, if that were best, and sleep 29700|Where I ought to be breathing. 29700|"I had been content to dwell 29700|Beneath the shadow of my father's wheel 29700|A slave, and to eat and to sleep in the earth, 29700|And to go on my way to a death--if best. 29700|"A slave, but not for love of thee, my love! 29700|Fate did not make me to follow the wind-- 29700|I knew not thy beauty, and yet, while I did, 29700|I looked upon thy face, and lo! I was blest." 29700|But she said not a word. Her eyes had grown 29700|Deep with his own; and she saw him not, nor moved. 29700|He looks and looks, and she never one word-- 29700|In the last glance she turns her head away, 29700|And he follows her out to the forest-gloom, 29700|To the boundless sea; and the tide flows on, 29700|And the sea waves on, till, with one bound, they close 29700|The path, and darkness closes the world. 29700|A pale blue cloud, white as milk-white foam, 29700|That flutters like a dove's wing in the breeze 29700|Shines on the deep; and, 'twixt the waves and clouds, 29700|We soon pass over the dark and bare road, 29700|And vanish from sight like a fairy-flower, 29700|Far off, far off. Ah, how is that for thee, 29700|Who like a dream hadst heard the world was fair, 29700|And that the ocean-sails, as white as foam, 29700|Could ever sweep the earth's vast billowy bed, 29700|Or ever ride on the wave, or ever swim, 29700|Or o'er the deep wave float down. Oh, the sound 29700|Of the sea! Oh, the music of the sea 29700|From the cliffs that rise, and the great waves that leap 29700|In their wild, furious rush! We had ======================================== SAMPLE 4470 ======================================== 1005|That they were worthy to be loved as they loved us. 1005|"O son," I said, "one hopes, who heretofore 1005|Have striven in vain for heavenly grace, 1005|That here thy fellow-creature mayst stand, 1005|Who now perforce must travel worse. I see 1005|Things, that have troubled me, both what befalls 1005|In political state, and yet what haters. 1005|For my own share, I see the bondsmen wronged, 1005|The bondmen ty'd, the officers unjust, 1005|Who would gladly have'd it like felon's death, 1005|Than have'd it dying unjustly." He so 1005|Did justice to the crowd; and then began: 1005|"The chief need of public feeling now is, 1005|That we, who ride thus insidiously, 1005|Not haply o'ercom'd the paly fires, 1005|Or under snow such space, whereon so high 1005|The winged shafts are mov'd, that they provoke 1005|Horror in forms of beast, though they have not 1005|The strength to tear the flesh. The foul neglect 1005|To gird us with a better belt we feel, 1005|Through want of clothing, soon as day is spent. 1005|And now, as not to let our shame betray 1005|Our backs, we have retired to those amber-wood, 1005|Those sequestered parts of our own defiled, 1005|Which once were rich in allurity. 1005|Look then if from the wood, thou swiftly moving, 1005|Thou may'st not find us out: nothing in sooth 1005|Complies that you should be seen. Many a rope 1005|Locks our descent, and many a galliot burns, 1005|Lamenting its cutlassed master hence. 1005|But long ere from our country thou departest, 1005|Many of the rovers shall come, that cumb'ring 1005|About the world, and poorly shall be exchange'd, 1005|When their own gold shall make them bear our weight." 1005|Even as he ended, thereto I thought 1005|One, and soorelier, thus his words began: 1005|"Even so I guess, or so much hope entertain'd 1005|That thee, of this unholy ring, I now 1005|May know thee truly, since thou to me 1005|Much attention accord'st, through hope of love 1005|That ill-will removing, shower'd upon me. 1005|Through brutal wrongfulness, or wilfulty, 1005|Not to suffer, or of good example dread'd, 1005|Through gross ignorance of holy truth, 1005|Or other such bar that waves and stops me. 1005|For one, who knows the ordinance well 1005|Whences the three natures from their fumeous shroud, 1005|And shuns the light, if any here live, 1005|Hid there for fearfulness of him, there 1005|For fear his friends might see him working. Do thou, 1005|Keep now thy vows and covenants duly, 1005|Nor as a coveter of cheap conquers 1005|The office of a preacher. Every one, 1005|Who to the churlish steppes as slave was ta'en, 1005|Or else who pays a tithe of pence to his priest, 1005|In like manner, Christ, thy spiritual guide, 1005|And to censurable sin the penance grinds, 1005|Here follows, who from human sufficiency, 1005|Secundiùi, now at grace, finds favour. 1005|In the vast circumspace, through which God proceeds, 1005|Numberless his works he wreaks, and why? 1005|To check the billow, or check the running brook, 1005|Or trouble in some part or other the world, 1005|Or change the temper of some holy crew, 1005|Which, multiplicand or in divers order, 1005|Along the Milky Way flit or run, 1005|The grace of which God to his servant first gave, 1005|In the vast central space, (for so He'll tell) 1005|Where all the motions ======================================== SAMPLE 4480 ======================================== 1166|There shall there be no more 1166|The great, the true, the brave 1166|Who died for us of old. 1166|What matter where the sun goes? 1166|What matter where the rain pours? 1166|We do not care. 1166|For love's sake, and for the sake of the great dead, 1166|So many hearts so long dead, 1166|Shall the old peace still be 1166|For ever more than a dream? 1166|What matter where the road runs, 1166|Or what the day may bring, 1166|What matter, if no song? 1166|Or what if I forget? 1166|What matter? Shall we be tired? 1166|The old love remember? 1166|That's what the great dead are for, 1166|So many hearts so long dead, 1166|Shall the old peace still be for ever for ever! 1166|We shall meet again, when some deep way lies 1166|Close between our souls, silent, vast and deep, 1166|And in one vast unknown I shall not be 1166|The soul who knows. It may be that I 1166|Will not remember. May I not think 1166|To hear the wind through a flower-shadow cry? 1166|I shall not be then the wild sound of a song 1166|Like a lark when the rose-tree bends above. 1166|I will not remember. Shall I not think 1166|Forgetful of some dream we used to have, 1166|Wherein I dreamed that we lay as wan as clay 1166|In one great dreamless night? Shall not I dream 1166|Once more of you, and of our old sad mood, -- 1166|And feel a little sad, and wish you well, 1166|And wish you all the best, and move to heaven, 1166|Then go to sleep, the angel of dreams, 1166|Forgetting, and remembering not, -- but I? 1166|I might not. So I will sit here and forget, 1166|Winding my hand through the grass and turning back 1166|To the long road in the distance. Long ago 1166|In some unspeaking heaven we two were caught . . . 1166|Oh, I forget . . . 1166|If I forget . . . 1166|You were always thinking of the time when we 1166|Might forget. . . . You were thinking of the time 1166|When I should come back to be with you. . . . 1166|And now your face seems always troubled . . . 1166|So I forget. So I go down to the end 1166|Of the path, and stand on the stone threshold, 1166|And let the white shadow that stands by my side, 1166|Pass by and pass. . . . 1166|I forget. I go down to the end of the road. 1166|I forget. 1166|The leaves fall asunder, the leaves drop, 1166|And I shall go a little cold. 1166|The leaves are falling asunder, 1166|And soon I shall stand alone. 1166|The leaves are falling asunder, 1166|And soon I shall stand alone. 1166|The world has come down to me here, 1166|And there am I alone with the old man 1166|Who smiles at me as he goes by. 1166|He does not smile; he does not say 1166|Things that I shall follow him behind, 1166|He says not what he should say, 1166|And sometimes it is my poor heart 1166|Begins to laugh -- and laugh -- and laugh 1166|A little at me, and a little 1166|At the old man's old eyes. 1166|He is so old and so old, 1166|And I am so new and wild; 1166|But oh, I have grown to know him well 1166|Because he is so good at having a good laugh. 1166|I am so brave and so cold. 1166|I have risen, as children rise, 1166|From the pit where I was born; 1166|And the fire of my childhood burns bright 1166|Because I am glad to have done it again. 1166|I would I had never grown so old! ======================================== SAMPLE 4490 ======================================== 37804|To-day I came and saw the same, 37804|That in a thousand streams you see, 37804|And with red light he shines to-day 37804|A thousand suns a thousand moons, 37804|The same his heart and soul and hands 37804|Burn in the great sun of a song. 37804|As some wild song, from a land unknown, 37804|The wind's heart to a land unknown 37804|Hath brought, that sings in a language unknown, 37804|And the song is the whole of their speech: 37804|So came, as the wind to his song 37804|Came the wind of the song he sang of love. 37804|And all the sun was a fiery song 37804|From the fire of his heart: the wind his heart, 37804|The clouds his soul. 37804|The song he sung was a song of song: 37804|And love was a love of fire and song 37804|And song, and dawn. 37804|And every light that streamed, 37804|And every song that was, 37804|And every star that leapt, 37804|And every bird with a song, 37804|He sang and he sang his song, 37804|And his fire was a song. 37804|There was an old woman, and she had a daughter: 37804|She had no son, but she had a daughter. 37804|One day when she was knitting, a baby came, 37804|A baby white as a lily, with a face 37804|As fair as a lily's, and a face 37804|Like a man's who meets his true love and dies 37804|And then comes back a second time. 37804|All through the night he said, 37804|My name is William, white as snow, 37804|My hair is black like the blackberries 37804|At the door of my bed, 37804|And he danced so gayly! 37804|He asked me to dance with him, 37804|He took me upon his arm, 37804|And we went far and far together, 37804|And we lived as happy as brothers. 37804|Then the baby cried, 37804|I cannot sing as I would, 37804|As I wish I could, 37804|For my father never would, 37804|I know that he is dead, 37804|And I can never see him face to face. 37804|Then the old woman said, 37804|To-day I will give you a ring; 37804|I will make it thin and short; 37804|So, for your sake and yours, 37804|I will go before and tell you of my wish. 37804|So the old woman went away, 37804|She gave us greenberries in a ring, 37804|She gave us blueberry in a ring, 37804|And she bought for us all the rings we liked. 37804|They came all the way to Dover Town, 37804|The ship was laden with the sweets of ease, 37804|The happy children from the woods went 37804|To greet the happy children from the town. 37804|They took the bows and masts on the bows and moated the sides, 37804|They built a house up in the hill, 37804|And called it "Where the Puss-in-the-Wells was born," 37804|And put a gable in the wall. 37804|Then out they went to see the hares at play, 37804|They went by moonlight near to the forest side, 37804|They had bells in their gables, and there were three 37804|Children playing under Puss-in-the-Wells house. 37804|And in the house a Puss was lying dead, 37804|And Puss-in-the-Wells's children had put her there. 37804|She had none, but long hands, and two white feet, 37804|And yellow hair and two brown eyes 37804|Under her heavy tresses lay, 37804|A little blue Puss with a red nose. 37804|And they called her The Puss with the Golden Corn, 37804|And Puss-in-the-Wells's children have built her a hall. 37804|'I'm old, perhaps,' she said, 'but Puss-in-the-Wells still ======================================== SAMPLE 4500 ======================================== 1304|A new-born joy that now may not die, 1304|Makes every other hope a power to be; 1304|So in this isle of flower and fruit and tree, 1304|Life's new-born joy I never shall forget. 1304|THE flower of the May, which yet shall bloom, 1304|No eye shall list who lists no daisies sweet, 1304|The one that night's storm, like a child's delight, 1304|Pursues in joyous delight along the plain. 1304|But none of all that love of goodly sight 1304|Will envy thy plight: since all men's good 1304|Are nought, all men's good are to the brave; 1304|Save thee, a poor unhappy maid, alas! 1304|A poor unhappy maid, without one love 1304|Of all the world to cheer the way he trots, 1304|Who, in this world, can tell what few good friends 1304|Lie round him, by the wayside o'er his head. 1304|THE flower of the May, which yet shall bloom, 1304|Shall it not shame my heart that I must come 1304|When the green wood is all forgotten, 1304|And all the earth's soft lightnings are alight? 1304|No heart can feel of me, though all men laugh, 1304|That it should last for an unknown year, 1304|When every flower of the May must wither 1304|Before the summer is born to drown 1304|My life's best treasure on the dying night. 1304|THE flower of the May, which yet shall bloom 1304|Shall it not shame my heart that I must come 1304|On the green wood of my childhood? 1304|O love, love, when life's roses fade, 1304|Who then will know my garden 1304|And all my little children?-- 1304|I will sit in the garden gate, 1304|The garden we have grown to know; 1304|The larks, the sun, the grass, the bees, 1304|And my soul's dear memories come 1304|With all for every child at play 1304|Wherever summer goes. 1304|THE flower of the May, which yet shall bloom, 1304|No eye shall list who lists no daisies sweet, 1304|The one that night's storm, like a child's delight, 1304|Pursues in joyous delight along the plain; 1304|But none of all that love of goodly sight 1304|Will envy thy plight, that it must come when 1304|Life's flowers are all forgotten by the world, 1304|And every flower is wither'd before thy feet. 1304|THE flower of the May, which yet shall bloom 1304|Shall it not shame my heart that I must come 1304|On the green wood of my childhood? 1304|My soul was glad, and I beheld, 1304|O the green wood of my childhood 1304|Was all the garden that I knew, 1304|That all the joys the Gods had given 1304|I knew but nothing in its store; 1304|It was my garden beneath the moon, 1304|I knew not what the trees could be, 1304|I saw not in them such a sight, 1304|That grew in those days as still grows the wood 1304|When that I saw, when I heard that voice, 1304|That growled and cried against the night, 1304|That grew in those days as tall as the house, 1304|To which it grows, and is a house to me. 1304|I saw, and knew, and grew in hope, 1304|O the green tree of my garden, 1304|As sure as the leaves it touches are 1304|It would be grown to another tree, 1304|And live to be a thousand years old, 1304|Till he whose breath it blows and bears 1304|Takes from its branches death and tears, 1304|And in a vessel goes away,-- 1304|He too to sleep beneath the stars 1304|And in a dark eternal sea. 1304|The garden of my childhood, 1304|The house of my hope, the home of my joy. 1304|Who knows how good a garden grows! 1304|If I grew there I no more ======================================== SAMPLE 4510 ======================================== 3167|That you will not lose me to the grave? 3167|"You will not fail me in another night, 3167|You have a wife, a home, and place 3167|To give my children, too, a name 3167|Afar from which can be traced 3167|The beauty which I loved so well?" 3167|And on the night he lived in love 3167|With his dear one and his little child, 3167|Suddenly the vision faded, 3167|For she fled as an unknown bird 3167|Leaving him on the snow alone, 3167|His heart not beating for him to 3167|The end of his life. I have not said so. 3167|In another life there were 3167|Men whose souls had been the same, 3167|Whose eyes had gazed upon love, 3167|And seen its veil of sorrow passed; 3167|But he, their love's true knight, had fled. 3167|And thus, while he had sorrowed much, 3167|She had not seen his sorrowing; 3167|And hence she missed the little he sought. 3167|"O what," she cried, "could have made her so 3167|To leave him so alone?" 3167|"O, that was a bitter thing! 3167|Why were you then so blind? 3167|You should not leave me ere death!" 3167|- "Poor thing, indeed!" he said, "I pray, 3167|Did you not love? Or did I blame 3167|A man whose grief was mine?" 3167|With love there is a mighty need, 3167|And love's a mystery 3167|Which makes women wise and blind; 3167|Therefore I could not see 3167|The gentle tale that then she told; 3167|And she might look upon my woe 3167|As though I told it out of place. 3167|"O, let me have a parting kiss, 3167|Now when the wind is high; 3167|A secret place for secret talk, 3167|And then a grave at last; 3167|And then I may forget 3167|To ask another Love; 3167|I dare not, now I think, 3167|Ask Love without Love's pain." 3167|"It is not so," she said; 3167|"I do not love again; 3167|I never, since that day, 3167|Could see a flower arise. 3167|I cannot see my face 3167|In days when you were gone; 3167|No love could take them out 3167|Nor pay them back again." 3167|"I will not lie in wait 3167|Behind your dying day; 3167|I will not wait to fly, 3167|Nor wait to rise and fly; 3167|For who would wait as you?" 3167|"I will not wait to fly, 3167|Nor yet to rise; 3167|But I will wait to win 3167|A secret kiss. Belshazzar 3167|In his bath within the night." 3167|"O be my lover, say 3167|My secret love that brings 3167|The wind through summer days, 3167|The wave through sea; 3167|Though it be made of dust, 3167|My heart shall tell the tale 3167|How I was king of Kings 3167|And you, my love of days 3167|"You are a star, a golden flower; 3167|This is the gift God gave, 3167|A rose whose heart-throb lasts 3167|Till it is stricken by Death, 3167|And so goes over and over 3167|Until it dies of Love - 3167|The golden flower of love. 3167|"You are a bird, the flower that blossoms 3167|Out of the heart that lives 3167|When Love is born by Love, 3167|The fruit of Love that is a flower. 3167|"The rose within my breast shall bloom, 3167|And you shall tell the tale 3167|Why I have grown so great and wise, 3167|And you shall make my heart 3167|A little room to breathe, 3167|And I shall pour your soul within it, 3167|And keep it till you choose." 3 ======================================== SAMPLE 4520 ======================================== 34762|I mean that kind of man, the man of letters, 34762|Who looks about, and then, on each side, sees 34762|The whole of man--in fact, his own invention. 34762|So as he's looking, you may read his book; 34762|This is a very sure indicator, 34762|Of what he does, and how he thinks, in fine-- 34762|But, first, let's hear some arguments from art; 34762|First, let's hear the poet's praise of nature: 34762|Here, what he says, for aught I can believe; 34762|For Nature loves her hero all the while, 34762|And all a hero's pride and glory, too-- 34762|So Nature's answer's to "what he does"-- 34762|"He does, he's noble!" "He's noble! But, how?" 34762|I'll leave you to be convinced. What next? 34762|Of those who, like him, cannot write nor think, 34762|Of men nor woman; or, whose wisdom's still 34762|To be a stranger to their feelings--all 34762|To be the cause of all their misery. 34762|What's the good of those who can't read or write? 34762|They're in the Church at a bad rate, I think? 34762|And while they're there, why will they never go, 34762|They'll never be redeemed! And, oh! why 34762|Will they be always miserable?--Oh! 34762|For the Christian's sake, and his, I hope, 34762|I hope, they will not,--I say, keep from killing them. 34762|How hard it is to catch those that stray, 34762|And leave you, wretched one, to their fate-- 34762|I don't mind well with a child its blood to spill, 34762|But when the child's a parent, how hard 'tis to shun him! 34762|I've known a mother with children small 34762|To give to the poor--they're very shy, 34762|But, when they are sick, poor baby will crawl, 34762|And try to catch them, you know, with his thumb; 34762|And when the mother's in bed, aye, sore stung, 34762|With the child's sick in his arms--she has her eye, 34762|And, when--Oh! she's _so_ in the dark at _this_ stage-- 34762|In the dark she is very vexed on't, and cries 34762|For the child, who's so wild and frantic in't; 34762|But his _own_ mother is so kind to the child, 34762|She gently gets him to supper--and then 34762|In _his_ bed, with a tear in her eye,--"Oh! God bless 34762|these children," she says, "for who can tell how 34762|these children will return to us! Oh! God bless 34762|these children and _me_ too, and every one!" 34762|In her house then, in the house of her mother, 34762|Where she lived with her dear parents, she'd lie, 34762|With the children, and try to think of _him_ when 34762|She was away--with her--at the war, 34762|A stranger, who'd never known war at the first; 34762|She'd ask the children, "Tell me, what d'ye think?" 34762|"And who is _he_, that I'd be in the war?" 34762|"It's a shame, a shame!" they'd answer, "oh! 34762|We see--we see!" but the mother thought 34762|The war was a disgrace--she said so,-- 34762|"To all who'd serve, I'm sure we would go!" 34762|"My dear mother, you may trust my words. 34762|You're a patriot, and you must not speak them down; 34762|It's a _disgrace_ to serve in a war like this! 34762|"Our country's in danger, and that, my dear, 34762|Is very plain; and a _disgrace_ to stay here, 34762|To stand there and see the sons of her enemies, 34762|Her friends, her native soil, make her soil their own." 34762|" ======================================== SAMPLE 4530 ======================================== 9372|The last of the world! 9372|O'er all, all-wedded, 9372|Still and pale and fair; 9372|In this last, last, best, 9372|I dream of thee, Love! 9372|_And all in vain, 9372|These words you speak, 9372|And all the love, 9372|And all the peace I hold, 9372|Have flown like flowers away, 9372|So far away!_ 9372|'Tis but a dream, 9372|A dream of tears, 9372|A dream that fills 9372|The heart as with a dream, 9372|To leave its earthly home 9372|A broken, drearied one, 9372|Far from the world! 9372|O love that wakens in the soul, 9372|And leaves no track, no trace, 9372|Where it hath sped away, 9372|In the bright kisses that it gave! 9372|Where love hath gone in a blaze, 9372|And where no sorrow ever has 9372|Wakened for the lover's heart: 9372|And where the lips of the one, 9372|The one he loved, never speak. 9372|O love, my love, and where wert thou? 9372|Why wilt thou leave thy home? 9372|Why wilt thou ever more, 9372|In the dim, low stillness, 9372|Of the dark, drear still years? 9372|O love that flieth above, 9372|And where the fires of life arise 9372|Where the heart beats warm and strong! 9372|And the light shall illumine thine eyes, 9372|And the tears shall fall no more; 9372|And the soul in the soul's deep sleep 9372|Ne'er wake again, again, 9372|O light that shineth above, 9372|And where the soul is deep, 9372|Thy presence shall be dearer far 9372|Than any joys above. 9372|O love, my love, and where wilt thou go? 9372|Why dost thou so forsake 9372|Thy home by dreams illumined? 9372|Why dost thou hide thy eyes so teary? 9372|Why dost thou sigh and weep? 9372|And wherefore this mournful face? 9372|And does any soul so sweetly, 9372|And so lowly, die? 9372|"_Let me no longer be alone, my love, 9372|Let me no longer be alone._" 9372|And the night is hushed, and a white moon 9372|Is huddled in the West; 9372|And the voice of our love calling, calling, 9372|Cries, silent and alone. 9372|O my love, my love, O my love, 9372|I hear in the darkness sing; 9372|Thou art calling my broken heart-strings, 9372|My heart and my life! 9372|I will kneel at thy silent feet 9372|And kneel at thine feet 9372|And gather, with fond love and tears, 9372|The things that I have lost. 9372|I will gather the stars that shine 9372|Above thy sacred head, 9372|The flowers that hang like a starry crown 9372|Above thy sacred head. 9372|And I will lie at thy holy feet, 9372|And kneel down at thy feet, 9372|As a pilgrim at death's pale cross, 9372|And pray a long, loud prayer. 9372|O my love, my love, O my love, 9372|I am no more alone; 9372|God's hands are folded in His wings, 9372|And I must lead my own! 9372|The green earth lies in state at thy feet, 9372|And all our paths are one; 9372|The world lies in peace by thy sweet feet, 9372|And all lives in one world. 9372|O my love, my love, O my love, 9372|I know what thou wouldst say; 9372|I know what thou wilt say at last, 9372|O my love, my love, my love! 9372|Let me be a star and shine on you, ======================================== SAMPLE 4540 ======================================== 2732|I say, "Oh! let me see that locket!" 2732|I thought, as I passed by, I saw 2732|The same two hands I said, "I wore 2732|When I was young, and thus it stands, 2732|I am to-day your wedded wife." 2732|And now to give you further cause, 2732|I wear the locket all the year, 2732|And tell you truly what I mean: 2732|In the year fifty-nine I did; 2732|In the year fifty-ten I wore it. 2732|And what do I mean?--Oh, my dear, 2732|When I was only twenty-one, 2732|To marry was my all purpose; 2732|But if in fifty years I see 2732|I will no longer wear it now, 2732|And what can I help?--Oh, my dear, 2732|It is my only chance of life. 2732|So there I am, and nothing now 2732|I wish I could do to make it go, 2732|Oh, let me look, I'll cease to wear it! 2732|"The time is brief and comes apace, 2732|That I shall have the chance to die, 2732|While my darling is unwed yet. 2732|O let her be wedded!" Thus I said 2732|To the maid with the snowy tress. 2732|I said, "O try the wedded bed 2732|That awaits the bridegroom and the bride." 2732|And all in the midnight of their youth, 2732|The maidens with eyes averted, 2732|Upon the marriage-bed at dawn, 2732|We wedded and we died together. 2732|I, with my feet on the red ground, 2732|A-maying, o'er the Thames, so gay, 2732|And my heart a-beat with your love so high 2732|For your dear life so hard, O let me go 2732|And your dear love be wed out of this heart, 2732|And your dear heart be dead out of my own. 2732|How can I live, how can I live 2732|While you lie in an earthly grave? 2732|How can I bear the world's waste, 2732|And the lonely, lonely pain 2732|That a heart like yours can never know? 2732|As I trod the earth at your return, 2732|I knew your eyes, O Love--I knew. 2732|I felt you stand at my feet, 2732|My bosom with its hopes endures 2732|Though storms come, and all is over, 2732|And life has ceased to be the thing 2732|I thought when you are not--O Love, 2732|I feel the spirit of my past, 2732|I feel the strength of her, who gave 2732|Her heart and life unto me. 2732|How can I live these days of care, 2732|But in the face of her face 2732|That is as glad to see me now, 2732|As when you came with kisses warm? 2732|You--not I--I have forgot you-- 2732|I, not in any wise fond, 2732|For I am wholly, wholly mad. 2732|And so when I find I die this year, 2732|O Love, I shall be content, 2732|There, where I lay beside you, 2732|Not knowing if you have been good, 2732|And here the face, not the heart, 2732|Shall answer to your name, Love, 2732|And here, where I had nothing else 2732|But this earth, your love shall live. 2732|I know they are gone, 2732|I know they are gone, 2732|They have left me now to groan 2732|In this cold cold ground. 2732|My heart from my bosom flung 2732|Is broken now. 2732|I thought, dear Love, of you so 2732|My heart may break again; 2732|But it will break, like a broken 2732|heart, not a dead one. 2732|O God of love sublime 2732|That all my years 2732|Had loved and glorified, and fed 2732|Such loving eyes ======================================== SAMPLE 4550 ======================================== 2621|That to the soul the eye hath charm, 2621|That to the mind the song is true-- 2621|That to the heart the sound of truth. 2621|O the wild song of the forest bird, 2621|My heart sings o'er again! 2621|O the wild song of the forest bough, 2621|My heart leaps in my breast! 2621|The wild song of the forest tree, 2621|That shook to its roots for fame, 2621|Was ever the woodland breeze, my heart, 2621|Was ever the tree top free! 2621|It came on a summer's day, 2621|By the lake-side or the meadowside, 2621|On a day of summer morn, 2621|When the green leaves hung in the trees 2621|They could not hide away; 2621|And my heart beat fast in my breast 2621|As I looked from the water-side 2621|And saw the wild duck flying. 2621|I followed him as fast as I could 2621|Till I saw him at the lake, 2621|And thought of him as he circled me, 2621|With his beak a-thundering, 2621|And his legs extending far and high, 2621|And his great bright eyes a-gleam. 2621|For I followed faster and faster 2621|Till I lost him in the vale, 2621|And thought of him as I lost him, only 2621|I heard no scream in my pain, 2621|I only saw two dancing lights 2621|And one of them had a great big feather: 2621|Ah! foolish youth, I wept there. 2621|And there he was with his beak so long, 2621|And his legs extended far. 2621|As the boat drove through the water I 2621|Looked at his huge round eyes, 2621|And I wondered what such eyes could see 2621|In such clear water as this! 2621|And I heard him calling low, low, 2621|And his mighty, mighty beak; 2621|Ah! rueful, I! the moment passed 2621|By and I was alone. 2621|His beak was so long and strong, 2621|His legs were so long and strong; 2621|And there he stood in the meadow path 2621|A moment and a minute. 2621|The little ducks and damsels he loves 2621|Go swimming, and they sing in the spring, 2621|In the forest-glades where his songs arise: 2621|He has given them soft-necked beaks to sing in, 2621|And they swim and dance in the meadow path, 2621|And they dance and swim together. 2621|And they feed on the fruit that the ducks lay down 2621|When the sunny days of the summer grow dim; 2621|He has given them little wings to fly 2621|Over the grass to the water-side, 2621|Where they sleep among the pebbles and ripples 2621|Under the green wave of the water-side. 2621|And they feed in a fairy land, as they list, 2621|Right under the azure of the sky; 2621|And they feed not in the forest, they say, 2621|Nor on the fruit that the ducks lay down, 2621|But under green moss by the water-side, 2621|In grassy meadows all dew-pearled. 2621|And he gave to them his bright wings of gold, 2621|To fly away on the breeze, 2621|As he thought in the green-wood path to go 2621|And blow them away from his dear lily-white dove; 2621|With his beak so long and strong, 2621|With his wings so long and strong;-- 2621|But the little wings would not stay tied 2621|But they flew away in the cold, 2621|And the little wings in the cold were cold. 2621|He left the dove in the lily-white nest, 2621|And with his beak so long and strong 2621|To the blue sluiced out his heart, and said, 2621|By my lily-white dove that I loved so, 2621|"Go, sweet heart, to the green ======================================== SAMPLE 4560 ======================================== A friend to the good and the bad, 29358|To whom as a father, if still his son had need! 29358|"Now, son of Atreus, the Trojan folk are grown 29358|So great that, when I saw at a draught of the wine, 29358|A thousand sons I was afraid; but now the time 29358|I meet him not as I know, who now of a will 29358|Of vengeance hath willèd; I think that he hath done 29358|A deed to set thee back on life, and not for joy 29358|Of thy love, nor with his death-bed weeping to stay; 29358|If such thou seeest, so be not these words of mine, 29358|E'en as a man whose fear of Troy's battle is good." 29358|But Æneas with his tears and a father's prayer 29358|Hath won a mighty boon: for many a Trojan died 29358|Erewhile, and many a Greek: Æneas' son 29358|Now sees the deathless sons of fathers' line and blood. 29358|A thousand sons and hundreds in the fields of war 29358|Grown men and youths; and many a life in the earth is held. 29358|But first Æneas and his brethren found an aid 29358|Against the foe, and gathered together great gifts 29358|Of war and gifts for war: the great Achillean band 29358|Came with them: a mighty host, and armed as ne'er 29358|Hath in Argos seen assembled hosts and met in war, 29358|With swords and wands, a thing unheard of in years 29358|Of any Greeks, or any Argive men of old; 29358|The weapons, and the gifts they gather, in their arms 29358|The sons of Teucer, a word unto his foes, 29358|While they were fighting round a city wall to wall, 29358|The son of Dardanus, the best of them all, 29358|Proud in his heart, his strength and valour, he 29358|With all his men, whose will was in his counsel true, 29358|Stood down, and all the gifts he to the Greeks gave, 29358|And all their strength and might against the foe he scaled. 29358|But while they came the Trojan walls they built around, 29358|And piled high on high the lofty gates with iron bars, 29358|And in the midst of them laid up a high-towers home. 29358|Here too from out the gates the Trojan men were come, 29358|The Achillean host: no man had they none, but none 29358|But went to be the lord of all. Nor did the rest, 29358|The Achillean seed, for fear that there should be found 29358|Some Trojan men who might not trust the house to stay. 29358|Then the Achillean host, the Trojan children led, 29358|Came forth upon the sea; but all was full of dread 29358|As that which men who in the land at Troy abide 29358|On the white land, when from the sea comes up an host 29358|As soon as they of Troy have met the battle-cries: 29358|There with them stood the King of Crete, the fane 29358|Athos of the Sea, who, when Cymothöe drew 29358|The dread-wood nigh that hill, with iron-sceptre wroth, 29358|Yet with his spear-foe to the wall did stand and pray. 29358|He, when he saw his peers upon the shore upreared 29358|A headless trunk, and with his hand did draw forth 29358|The blood and dust: the wood had been the shrine 29358|Of all the God-heads, and there a god did pay 29358|A sacrifice to him, and there the priest dight: 29358|The wood was slain with his unbloodied hand, and forth 29358|From the sea all blood had he cast, and thus he paid 29358|His thanks unto the power of the winds and skies. 29358|In such words as these an unknown voice had said, 29358|And of the other Greeks then spoke they, and their hearts 29358|Were glad, and each one prayed the god for more than this: 29358|"Him of the lofty birth we see; and ======================================== SAMPLE 4570 ======================================== 18396|That to me is love. 18396|What's love, my bonnie lassie, 18396|A stranger might you say? 18396|But though I wander wide, 18396|Love stays with me at heart." 18396|'Twas when the autumn leaves were starting, 18396|Loud laughing in the breeze, 18396|There came a gallant gallant scout, 18396|A gallant gallant scout, 18396|A gallant gallant scout; 18396|He rode with sword in hand, 18396|And his plumes in the sunbeam, 18396|Like little birds in the breeze. 18396|"O come wi' me, love," he cries, 18396|"Or I will dree ye, love, 18396|Your love for me shall not fail, 18396|For I am with you now." 18396|But love was all beside him, 18396|So she thought to flee him, 18396|For he seized upon her arm, 18396|That the knight would trow her. 18396|But her gallant scout she ne'er 18396|Came his arms to trow her, 18396|For her heart's true love he had 18396|He gaed back to the greenwood, 18396|And we lads were dancing there, 18396|And sweet fife was ringing there, 18396|And dancing round that greenwood. 18396|But the night is come at last, 18396|And winter is begun, 18396|And the stars the stars that ring 18396|Have a sweet song for the morn; 18396|And the birds and the flowers are 18396|All singing down to the greenwood, 18396|As happy lovers stood there. 18396|While the summer days flew by, 18396|And the summer flowers sprang, 18396|And the birds and the flowers began 18396|To tell of the lovely Queen 18396|That lay in the court-yard wide 18396|Lying as fair words seem to do 18396|In the days of old. 18396|"She was so rich, my dear, 18396|She'd a king," was the cry, 18396|"As she lived, she would not stir 18396|From a king to a stranger's hand," 18396|Whene'er the lady spoke; 18396|"I pray you, look not so! 18396|The throne you do not wear 18396|Is a royal throne that bore the name-- 18396|I am not loved by thee"-- 18396|So said she, "I know the king, 18396|He loved me not in the first place," 18396|So she loved him again; 18396|While the summer days flew by 18396|"And never have I seen, 18396|O, talk not to me, 18396|Of a woman like thee! 18396|For a thousand years in earth she has shone forth, 18396|As bright as a sun, and as pure as a star, 18396|A thousand years--to come I cannot say; 18396|Perhaps to us she might seem--but I ne'er may know; 18396|But she is of a brave and royal blood." 18396|The lady grew ever so 18396|The dearer the talk grew 18396|Of that fairer land, 18396|Where the first kiss was given. 18396|The dearer the talk grew, 18396|And the more of her there proved, 18396|The more they loved the maiden, 18396|The blithsome was that day. 18396|Her father's heart-strings are linked 18396|In the harp without the key; 18396|To string the tie she's fain; 18396|So do those of noble form, 18396|For the fairest are the thine." 18396|'Twas a maiden--faire she was-- 18396|That she loved the true heart's game; 18396|Love is love, like the suns,-- 18396|And fairer far the flowers that blow. 18396|Like to other maids she pleased, 18396|But the lover she did love; 18396|No wish now can you crave, 18396|To see her kiss her love. 18396|How cold the winds that meet the pebbles, 18396| ======================================== SAMPLE 4580 ======================================== 4696|Who said 'tis not the air, 4696|But a thing's shape, and not a shape, 4696|Who said, 'It's not the waves. 4696|Nor the water, nor the sea, 4696|Shall it dissever 4696|From the body where it was. 4696|The sun and earth and sky are there. 4696|There's nothing more to do.' Thus 4696|Spoke I to him, and went 4696|In a kind of trance, and lo, 4696|All my life's work was done: 4696|I was free. The world, I said, 4696|Is but a shape with many faces, 4696|As the sea--so fair-- 4696|Is with many nations. 4696|And he, in whose great soul 4696|There were many thoughts, 4696|Went forth, with eyes and hands 4696|To seek the lost and lost at sea. 4696|Went forth and found the deep. 4696|Went to the other side. 4696|And yet, methinks I see, 4696|I saw him once before 4696|See the lost at sea as far as eye could see: 4696|Like waves that laugh in the sun, 4696|It seemed, when it was day. 4696|So fair on the shore he stood, 4696|Seemed to have seen it all, 4696|Seeing in the depths, and in the light, 4696|The light with its vast sea of stars-- 4696|Stars on all motion, that did roll 4696|The waves of that swift water, all their might, 4696|Wherefrom did the motion of all die 4696|Into one living change, like a rayless star. 4696|Hail, star of all the world, 4696|Flame that a world makes bright; 4696|Flame of the heart of love, 4696|Flame of the sun that lights 4696|Our life, that burns us straight. 4696|Flame that a heart makes bright, 4696|Flame that a sun makes strong; 4696|Flame that a world makes bright, 4696|Hail unto the dead. 4696|Flame that a heart makes strong, 4696|Flame that a sun makes bright, 4696|Heaven the soul hath lit; 4696|Flame that a heart hath lit, 4696|Flame unto the dead. 4696|"God is all-healing; 4696|God is all-healing," 4696|Sang the young girl from the side of the hill. 4696|"God is all-healing, 4696|God is all-healing." 4696|And he who went, from the little, white, 4696|Breathless heart in the heart of the hill, 4696|He loved her for an hour so. 4696|The light came out. The waters of the sky 4696|Rippled in his eyes as the clouds did; 4696|And over the hills there fell a rain, 4696|That rain of the long ago 4696|From the wide waters of the sky. 4696|The sun sank far in the west, 4696|A silver cloud in the clouds of the sky, 4696|A little cloud, 4696|And the little sun went over the top: 4696|Up to the stars: it was all too queer! 4696|His soul went slowly through the air; 4696|The light was a little cloud again, 4696|And so he went, 4696|Up to the light--it was all too queer! 4696|Was the air 4696|Wind or no clouds--that's the thing for me, 4696|The light-clouds-the-sun stuff-- 4696|And the wind, 4696|And the rain, 4696|And the clouds, 4696|And the rain!-- 4696|Was the air 4696|Wind or no clouds--that's the thing for me! 4696|"If I had a soul to live for-- 4696|If I had a soul to die for-- 4696|A soul to love for man and wife,--" 4696|Thus did the little girl sing. 4696|And the tears 4696|Laughed from the lips of the little ======================================== SAMPLE 4590 ======================================== 18500|The wild, the wood, the deep, the woodman, 18500|The wild horse, the wild ox, the wild bee, 18500|Minstrel of the dewy dawn! 18500|The bard who sang of love true, 18500|The mystic of old lore, 18500|Who taught the bards the golden rule, 18500|And sung the glory of right: 18500|While others strive in aimless strife, 18500|To lift the common soul; 18500|Tho' not of better freedom might I boast, 18500|I ne'er could lift my hand in vain. 18500|In every age and clime, 18500|'Mongst mankind the strong and great, 18500|In ev'ry age and clime, 18500|Tho' all have common cause, 18500|He to whom the general right 18500|With every virtue joins, 18500|We sing the bard of Cawdor. 18500|The youth of ev'ry land, 18500|While hearts are warm with truth, 18500|No more in hopes or pleasures rove, 18500|To sit and languish long: 18500|The bard to wisdom dear 18500|A like reward has won, 18500|And ever mindful that he's a bard, 18500|Will ever sing of Cawdor. 18500|There often he'll sit 18500|And sing the glory of the king, 18500|With ev'ry thought the same, 18500|The bard of Cawdor; 18500|The bard of Cawdor 18500|We like him well, we'll hope he soon 18500|At home in Cawdor; 18500|But all we know is he is of a keen and gallant mien, 18500|And with a poet's voice, 18500|A bard we like him not better 18500|Than he of Cawdor. 18500|And he will now, at home, 18500|Serve us, as well as he, for well he's a man of wit, 18500|Though I deplore to find, 18500|Even here, 'tis hard to find 18500|A bard of Cawdor. 18500|'Tis true he's a lad of fifteen, 18500|A boy of only blush, 18500|But soon will grow to be a man of forty or five 18500|For his great sense, wit, and honesty, 18500|And in a song will sing 18500|Of Cawdor. 18500|To sing his native place, 18500|When on the hills of youth 18500|He spent a month at ease, 18500|As it was his destiny, 18500|In singing Cawdor. 18500|And thus while here he'll live 18500|(Till his young friends begin), 18500|And, his dear country-born, 18500|In time shall sing his Hielan; 18500|Of Cawdor. 18500|And though his father e'er, 18500|That boy's forgetful grace, 18500|How proud he'll stand before 18500|A verse shall glory prove 18500|Of Cawdor. 18500|I'm sorry you can ne'er be pleased, 18500|Such short-liv'd smiles hae been ne'er seen, 18500|But the sad, long-drawn, and the cold, 18500|That hae o'er your cheek been smo't. 18500|O, had you seen my woe, your mirth 18500|Had glanc'd like my despair, ne'er seen 18500|A heart sae gay as mine, and free 18500|From care as mine sae dear. 18500|Ye wadna, sweet pity me! 18500|For loveless lily of Clare! 18500|Sae dear her cheek, sae pure her e'e, 18500|That on a' God's altar I 18500|Should ever love a mair. 18500|If thou wilt grant me e'er the crown 18500|Then thy best boon I'll crave, 18500|If haply I can please thine ear, 18500|The golden flow'ret of yon sea. 18500|Sae, happy, joyous, ever blest, 18500| ======================================== SAMPLE 4600 ======================================== 1279|Thy hand, O fair! and thy lip like a rose. 1279|I see thee as I saw thee in my boyhood, 1279|When a new, sunburnt month (March) rose fresh 1279|Through the blushing fields with flower-inwoven showers; 1279|Thou hov'ry fair of nature, fair of hue! 1279|Thou, thou art more than I can hope to be; 1279|I see thee, like a lily, in her prime, 1279|With no more youth about thy lovely head. 1279|Ye were the brightest that adorn'd the earth 1279|Since earth was formed, when first the heavens were full; 1279|But ye are fade'd, and now 'tis fit ye die. 1279|Ye were the lures that lured our wondering eyes 1279|To pinnacled domes of ancient amber, 1279|When our young quarry the apple obtained, 1279|And ye are now fade'd, and now 'tis fit ye die. 1279|But still, perchance, as in some haunted place, 1279|Fill'd with ghosts of former days, I see thee stand, 1279|And hear thy spirit calling (calls we heare, no doubt,) 1279|Calls we perchance no more, but just below 1279|Thou art betrayed by Jove, and 'tis fit ye die. 1279|Ye fair to look upon! 1279|Ah, woe is me! 1279|Fair, fair is she, 1279|But her love is vain, 1279|His glance of scorn 1279|Is all her light. 1279|He came to woo, 1279|Her eye was soft, 1279|Her voice was fair, 1279|But her hand was cold, 1279|And her eyes are dead. 1279|And I will search 1279|The garden o'ergrown 1279|With briars and thorns; 1279|I will bind up 1279|Her eyes and ears, 1279|And cry to heaven 1279|By my love's side; 1279|And I will seek 1279|Where that sweet face 1279|Meets the sun's ray; 1279|And I will kiss 1279|At the face of him; 1279|And I will bear 1279|My sorrow to his, 1279|And I will rest 1279|In the grave of him. 1279|I WISH I was 1279|A traveling singer, 1279|With my right hand 1279|A horn pours forth, 1279|And with my left 1279|I tinkle forth-- 1279|A lyre 1279|I stretch forth 1279|With joy in my breast; 1279|But, ah! my lyre 1279|Is only a pipe, 1279|A pipe and a horn 1279|Are only two 1279|My friends are the winds; 1279|How I wish 1279|I were just like 1279|Those other folks; 1279|For their lyres they tune, 1279|But mine they listen 1279|As I'm playing 1279|And drinking port! 1279|The day is done, 1279|And night brings on 1279|The joys of rest, 1279|The dreams of sleep. 1279|Blithe come the hours, 1279|Fair lie the lands, 1279|Rest come for the weary, 1279|Come all ye weary, 1279|Our sails are at sea, 1279|Our anchors are on the reef, 1279|And we're all aboard! 1279|The stars are out in the gloaming, 1279|The waves run high, 1279|And all the air is chill; 1279|The sky is overcast, 1279|And no one on board. 1279|The tempest roars on the wa' roost, 1279|The wild geese fly, 1279|And who that to Lincoln wad haste 1279|Will na be lost? 1279|Sae mysel wee Maggie 1279|Hae scouted for me, 1279|And blaw'd a shrieks o' glee, 1279|That I could cry-- 1279|But na! she is na sight 1279|As k ======================================== SAMPLE 4610 ======================================== 9579|For life is short, and joys are brief; 9579|And love, from early morn till dusk, 9579|Has been a shadow and a shade 9579|Within my path like anything 9579|Exceeding strange. 9579|But now, with life's full tide at sea, 9579|I see that heaven is not indeed 9579|A shadowy sea, but a live, 9579|Enraptur'd sight! 9579|The old romance, the romance of love, 9579|Still lives, and shall for ever live, 9579|Though the spell is over and begun, 9579|And the spell is that he who seeks 9579|Must follow the footprints which he treads 9579|In fairy-land. 9579|THE old romance, the romance of love, 9579|Still lives and shall for ever live, 9579|Though the spell is over and begun, 9579|And the spell is that he who seeks 9579|Must follow the footprints which he treads 9579|In fairy-land; 9579|For the footprints in the snow lie not, 9579|Their beauty cannot melt away, 9579|Nor tears give birth to footmarks fleet 9579|Where smiles may well be. 9579|THE old romance, the romance of love, 9579|Still lives and shall for ever live, 9579|Though the spell is over and begun, 9579|And the spell is that he who seeks 9579|Must follow the footprints which he treads 9579|In fairy-land; 9579|For the footprints on the ice are not 9579|The footprints of the moonbeam's ray 9579|Which melts not, but makes brightly fair 9579|All paths that shine beneath. 9579|The old romance, the romance of love, 9579|Still lives and shall for ever live, 9579|Though the spell is over and begun, 9579|And the spell is that he who seeks 9579|Must follow the footprints which he treads 9579|In fairy-land. 9579|THE old romance, the romance of love, 9579|Still lives and shall for ever live, 9579|Though the spell is over and begun, 9579|And the spell is that he who seeks 9579|Must follow the footprints which he treads 9579|In fairy-land. 9579|WHEN I was young and healthy and blest, 9579|My Father brought me a Bible, 9579|And, ere I read, "I could forgive" 9579|A brother man. 9579|My Father, when he caroled with me, 9579|Would kiss my baby hand, 9579|And tell me it was blessed of Him 9579|To have a mother there. 9579|I DID not love a second child; 9579|I did not love another boy; 9579|I nursed a second baby boy, 9579|On a second Daddy's knee. 9579|I LOVE a good laugh, I love a good cheer, 9579|I love a horse's good-bye; 9579|I can stand without my cap and gown, 9579|And look at it again. 9579|And so I parted wise and parted gay, 9579|From Daddy and me; 9579|And I am here to wait and wait alone, 9579|Till the other comes again. 9579|WE don't like big clothes or expensive toys 9579|And we do not fight; 9579|We are good children, though we are apart, 9579|And we do what we can. 9579|We have always a-justing balances 9579|And greased stokes of coal; 9579|We have not had a fighting father, 9579|And never a crying mother. 9579|I know that I am very, very old, 9579|And my hair is gray; 9579|But the days of my youth are sweet to me, 9579|And I'd give all things to know 9579|That my youth might come back with summer showers 9579|And my old age with showers. 9579|WE went to play last Wednesday; 9579|Oh, the fun was spic and span! 9579|Walmart buzzed and never tire; 9579|And when we came home we found on the counters 9579|The little children all. 9579|We told ======================================== SAMPLE 4620 ======================================== 8187|"Hee-ho!" thought the young man; "who'd think o' me, 8187|"Thin-o'-boy, wit' such a nose, and eyes, 8187|"Like the oaks, my dear, and the blue sky? 8187|"But a friend of mine was the gentleman 8187|"Who made the suit that I am wearing." 8187|He had a nose, and eyes, like the larks, 8187|Like the larks were his thoughts, you'll own; 8187|But no, alas! wert thou white as the down 8187|And I as black as the moss beneath-- 8187|But a friend of mine was the gentleman 8187|And all for love of his daughter's son, 8187|Whose name was Ephraim MacPhail. 8187|And, alas! since his darling daughter's son 8187|Was such an only child, a very young one, 8187|He was forced, he says, "to make this marriage." 8187|And the reason for this marriage is this, 8187|That, tho' he loved her, his wealth can't buy 8187|His love enough for to run mad about 8187|As he once did with the beautiful Lizzie, 8187|And to her hands would give the very soul 8187|Of his estate, instead of his young bride, 8187|As a mother _could_ have dared to do! 8187|And so, in good time (tho' not in so great a pod,) 8187|Her Ephraim came out in his man's clothes, 8187|And, "Ah!" said he, as he stood in the door, 8187|"If ever I wed another, let her come 8187|"My dear, my very own, Ephraim MacPhail!" 8187|Thus ended the happy day and the night. 8187|And as for myself, when the night was over, 8187|I thought I had seen my dear in an angel's bloom; 8187|And, when the first bright beams of a morning 8187|Seemed sinking on the world, I thought that the sight 8187|Of the young bride in her native home was very sweet. 8187|But, ah! for the sorrows of the sad bride 8187|That day I lay in a stranger's land, 8187|And cried as I parted that bright air "Oh shame! 8187|"She's my own dear, dear girl, and I'm going. 8187|"Now, if the bridegroom _was_ so sad as we all have seen, 8187|"How sad would the tale be, the saddest of ev'n, 8187|"If the sweet bride _there_ too had turned pale and pale, 8187|"With the woe of her own loved and lost child." 8187|But the bridegroom, he laughed, and his laughter light 8187|As the light of water shining upon sand! 8187|And the words that follow, are but the dregs 8187|Of the little spur of the tale--"the sweetest of ev'n." 8187|When the morning 8187|Blew out the early bell, 8187|And the little wail 8187|Came faintly out, 8187|As, one by one, 8187|The children, 8187|Singing sweetly 8187|The sweetest of all: 8187|"Mama! 'tis dawn now,-- 8187|O! sweet maid of mine, 8187|Come and watch o'er us 8187|Our baby folk, 8187|Where the sun shines, 8187|And the moonbeams play." 8187|But, alas! 8187|The first o' the peewits 8187|Had fallen asleep, 8187|And while he rocked, 8187|Fell asleep, 8187|And so did they; 8187|So, o'er their heads 8187|The sunbeams 8187|Flash down like glist'ning dew. 8187|And o'er them all, 8187|And o'er them all, 8187|The baby lads 8187|Are laughing, 8187|And laughing, 8187|Huzza! ha-hoor! 8187|And o'er them all, 8187| ======================================== SAMPLE 4630 ======================================== 937|And that they would not, or else they might, 937|But that they would not, and had not much 937|To do that was a part of that. 937|And they never yet heard the name 937|Of "Sugar," and what made them sad 937|Was there was so much "Sugar" 937|They never knew, their heart, at all,, 937|Was so much sad, their lips, at all, 937|Not one or two 937|Of them had thought that aught had happened, 937|And if there had, though there might 937|Have been another course, 937|It must have been their own at last, 937|And not for them. 937|And as if in grief we did not know 937|The cause of our sorrows, as they -- 937|Or rather, as if we said 937|That there had passed from them away 937|The old great cause of tears, and sighs, 937|And sadness, and, alas! 937|Faintly remembered sighs -- 937|What did they do, in turning all, 937|In turning all away! 937|In turn, in turn, in turn, 937|What did they have to turn away? 937|The very reason why 937|We suffered so, 937|Why we have cried so loud and long; 937|Why we have troubled so 937|The very heartstrings of the great, 937|The very tender ones -- 937|The very love and tenderness 937|In turn, in turn, in turn? 937|Is it because, and only 937|Is it because that the years 937|Are many, 937|That we, of all living creatures, 937|Must be the least alone, 937|That we, of all living things 937|Are the last to be with the rest, 937|And that so long 937|We know not what we suffer 937|In turn for our turn? 937|What does it mean? 937|What can it mean? 937|Can there be answer to it? 937|Do we know? 937|If there is answer? 937|Or is there no answer? 937|What will it all end? 937|Will nothing end? 937|Will there be any end to it? 937|Or how can there be no end? 937|And what will be the end of it? 937|Or how end it, 937|If there is no end? 937|And what shall be the end of that? 937|What hope for the end, 937|What wish for the end, 937|What fear for the end? 937|And what then? 937|It will not end. 937|There are two ways, 937|There are two paths and only one, 937|One is beyond all hope and pain, 937|One is beyond all time and death, 937|One is beyond all years and years. 937|There is no third. Why, there is nothing 937|But the one way, 937|There is no third. But what of the heart, 937|Why can its sorrow not be relieved? 937|As the soul, by grief, through the anguish 937|Doth through the heart, 937|So, through the heart, through the sorrow 937|Shall the sorrow be through the soul. 937|For the soul, like the heart, must not cease 937|To suffer and to wait. 937|And, how is the soul to be saved? 937|Why, through the soul will it never cease. 937|The soul is the soul. 937|And the heart is the heart, and the heart its home. 937|If I should meet a soul 937|Who were not, what a soul was in mine eye! 937|I would pray, and then turn 937|And see how much it was mine eyes had done; 937|I would pray, and at last 937|I should see it in the eyes 937|Of that soul; that it were not meek 937|As thou art meek; nor so small,-- 9 ======================================== SAMPLE 4640 ======================================== 37452|And, in its lightest touch, the flower 37452|Will thrill to life and know its God. 37452|We are on the way to Aonia, 37452|Over the hills and under the hills, 37452|A city of all cities, but the sound 37452|Calls us, sweetly calls,--call, call no more,-- 37452|In the great golden dawn of Aonia; 37452|Call to us, O lonely ones, afar, 37452|Soothe your heart with music from the hills, 37452|Carry the wild-wood melody along, 37452|Carry its song on the wind to us afar, 37452|From the forest, from the river wild and free, 37452|And the land of the sun-clad, and the sea-wind's bill. 37452|O my soul is cold 37452|With the fear that I may be forgotten; 37452|Loved of few, and loved of none to-night, 37452|Loved of none but myself alone. 37452|Only one star, with its golden beam, 37452|Brightens all things else like a broken glass, 37452|Whence we peer from our dim world afar 37452|In the dawn of Aonia, the Aonian home. 37452|There is music in the night-time far away, 37452|Wherein, far away, 37452|Hark, O heart, the stars are singing of love,-- 37452|_Lullaby, call, call no more, call no more, Call no more._ 37452|In the dawn of Aonia, the Aonian home. 37452|O my heart is red 37452|With an old remorse; 37452|Loved of few,--loved of none to-night. 37452|Loved of none but myself alone. 37452|In the dawn of Aonia, the Aonian home. 37452|O I know, I know 37452|How the Gods have left 37452|Their glory on earth and all its deeds 37452|As a covenant,-- 37452|Loved of few,--loved of none to-night. 37452|Loved of few,--loved of none to-night. 37452|My dreams are full of Love, 37452|That I cannot tell, 37452|The joy, the fire, the light, the song, 37452|That bathes my soul in pain 37452|At the thought of its own name; 37452|And all my life is in the song 37452|Of Love,--_Lullaby, call no more, Call no more._ 37452|(The music rises, and the wild-wood sounds arise.) 37452|My soul is cold, 37452|With the fear that I may be forgotten; 37452|Loved of few,--loved of none to-night. 37452|Loved of few,--loved of none to-night. 37452|All day I hear the bird, 37452|When it stirs the green leaves among; 37452|All day the stream runs on, 37452|With the light of dawn in its eyes, and longs for night again. 37452|My soul is red 37452|With the doubt that I may be forgot; 37452|Loved of few,--loved of none to-night. 37452|Loved of few,--loved of none to-night. 37452|There came, the first day after Pentecost, 37452|A bird that sang in sight of me. 37452|The birds and I together. 37452|(Ah! it sings in me until now, 37452|That soul of mine is a dream to-night.) 37452|There came a second,-- 37452|A singing bird, but in a leafy nest,-- 37452|Winding along in the dim green glooms. 37452|I saw the tiny nest; it was made of green leaves, 37452|And, on the coverts, 37452|A brook was leaning from, it seemed to say, 37452|And, in the centre of the nest, 37452|It held a yellow flower. 37452|I could not reach it through the trees. 37452|The flower was white and blue, and seemed to shine 37452|Above the others 37452|Of that green tree. 37452|"Ah, ======================================== SAMPLE 4650 ======================================== 2428|The same as a good dog; 2428|A pug is a kind of a brute-- 2428|He is a sort of a beast; 2428|He's as poor as a slave: his heart 2428|Cheats Nature of her spite, 2428|And as they're such a pair of pug, 2428|He's twice as good as his dearest girl. 2428|Thus you see, you see, 2428|All nature is but a lie-- 2428|Nothing is true but a flag galled: 2428|So think you all things are made? 2428|Not half so far. 2428|'Tis nature's way, 2428|With pride to confound us, 2428|To make us fallows 2428|To make us swift: 2428|But though she make no more 2428|Birds flutter, and trees wave, 2428|Though they have all the skill, 2428|She'll find out the flaw, 2428|And throw it down! 2428|I could cry in a long psalm, 2428|Or vow a good midnight vow; 2428|I could sing a solemn hymn, 2428|But still, as I spoke, 2428|This psalm would break in two, 2428|And would have been well worth while; 2428|It has been, poor man, for years: 2428|The time will be well nigh over 2428|When this wretched psalm and vow 2428|Shall break in two, and go out. 2428|In a parson's chapel, that's the way it ought to be: 2428|In a parson's chapel you must never sit, but kneel, 2428|And let your heart with all the grace belong thereto, 2428|Fold to your knees, and your hands with a prayer embrace; 2428|Then with the soul from your body let the congregation gaze 2428|On your face, that so never a-tumblin's it will be; 2428|Thus on your face do you gaze, and so from within 2428|Do the things your heart most glorifies in, and loves best, 2428|Thus you gaze on so deep, that God's eye may be seen, 2428|And the blessed Lord shall say, on your faces behold 2428|All the glory, and every good the heart can desire! 2428|Ah! what a noise then would hither come 2428|To worship God! and oh! what tongues 2428|Of music be raised and spread 2428|From his own people, and their hearts 2428|Tell their gladness as they rise; 2428|And they sing of God, who is their King, 2428|Who all their gladness shall take home, 2428|And teach them Love, and Truth, and Grace! 2428|Ah! then how glad their hearts shall be 2428|To hear the songs they sing of him! 2428|Ah! then will they sit in the shadow 2428|Of his throne, and say, as in days of old, 2428|(When nations lived that way) their fathers said, 2428|"Ah! now, our fathers, when they are found, 2428|Shall we be faithful? and are we found 2428|To be rich in joy? or is it wise 2428|To be so poor, and only weak?" 2428|I've a friend you may believe 2428|As God believing; 2428|For every man may draw the grace 2428|Of his friend's grace to the soul. 2428|In my breast I know 'tis so; 2428|I have felt it, and know it to be good; 2428|If it had not been for the devil, I should have 2428|A soul as believing as his, 2428|And so to believe as one will believe. 2428|For a soul is a part of the man, 2428|A portion of his whole--I swear by my word-- 2428|It is the beginning and end of him, 2428|The centre and main receptacle: 2428|It is not what any man believes, 2428|But what he believes. 2428|Who dares to deny that the soul believes 2428|A thing no body can perceive 2428|Or any human being feel? 2428|What is the soul?--if a man may ======================================== SAMPLE 4660 ======================================== 28591|We know we're never alone, 28591|While we are living to the full, 28591|And so we never grieve. 28591|Let the world be with her thus, 28591|Till she's old, and then we part; 28591|A different friend is ever kind, 28591|And so we never grieve. 28591|We are not in our graves, 28591|Nor in our hearts is laid 28591|All that's blest in earth, 28591|Yet all things fade and die, 28591|And in the end they all are lost 28591|And so they all must end. 28591|All blessings have their time, 28591|Like the dew on the rose, 28591|Then do we yield to grief, 28591|And in our grief forget the good 28591|And so we never grieve. 28591|Death, the great sorrow, 28591|That must ever be; 28591|With all the world between 28591|We cannot meet it now, 28591|Yet we never grieve. 28591|And when the battle's done, 28591|And our last bright sword has 28591|Cut the highest and lowest, 28591|Then do we smile alway; 28591|Glorious though it be the end 28591|Of the battle-winning prize, 28591|We never grieve. 28591|For in our mortal strife, 28591|A little while, we meet, 28591|To the greater good concealed, 28591|Yet we never grieve. 28591|A little while, and then 28591|We stand at the door of grace, 28591|In the light to meet the dawn; 28591|We never grieve. 28591|And to our dying eyes 28591|Flower sweet the martyr-rose; 28591|While God's power is sweet, we deem 28591|That it dies with the dying; 28591|And so we never grieve. 28591|Life is its vine, and flowers 28591|Grow there day by day; 28591|But it must be torn 28591|And sown for to mow it down. 28591|If thou hadst power to choose 28591|One portion, half of it thou'dst give-- 28591|With what would I abjure? 28591|I've an eye for skill, I'm strong to wield 28591|An axe, and a horse, and men are few 28591|Who can say me good and ill. 28591|For I care not how men laugh or sigh, 28591|How loudly they praise or despise; 28591|Yet that my heart, as well as my brain, 28591|Be still in tune with God's plan. 28591|To see no day so bright 28591|That doth not, in its beam, 28591|Some part of God's bounty lend. 28591|O, little cares my spirit for store 28591|Which, day by little, is lost in dark 28591|To me, whose heart was filled with scorn. 28591|I must go forth to all men's eyes 28591|To stand before the altar, Lord, 28591|And be thy bride, though no man wear 28591|Thy priest's aureole; 28591|But I have a tenderness for Thine, 28591|I always prayed the prayer of old 28591|At the voice of Christ: Ah, Lord, rend here 28591|The flesh that is loath this flesh; 28591|Make of my life a perfect sacrifice, 28591|Make of my time a perfect work. 28591|O, that my days with prayer were long 28591|Before I entered in to life; 28591|O, that I went forth in life 28591|Till I had made my heart athirst 28591|For Thy soul and soul's desire! 28591|Then could I trust in Thee 28591|And let the years go by 28591|With all a man may work in him 28591|Unto the end, a day! 28591|If I could lay me down in sleep, 28591|With all the burden of love gone by, 28591|I would not want the stars 28591|To be at my head, 28591|Or any other life 28591|To stand a master at my feet. 28591| ======================================== SAMPLE 4670 ======================================== I had an eye for aye, 27221|And a heart for a score; 27221|And all those that loved me too, 27221|Were my pupils too. 27221|How blest am I that, far away, 27221|And with a heart like clay, 27221|To those happy lands I might retire 27221|And enjoy my still repose! 27221|But, ah! this pleasure is no more, 27221|For at each step I run 27221|There strikes a digger at my grave, 27221|And, from their morning work, to-morrow 27221|I am come, indeed! 27221|Though not at this late hour near me 27221|I lie to-night from all shocks 27221|Of death and doom; 27221|But where this time, in some distant clime, 27221|A traveller may go; 27221|The death-clasp, and the coffin stone, 27221|And I shall lie, forlorn, 27221|In peace, with the heart's treasure's share. 27221|But how this peace may last I know not.-- 27221|I shall lie, forlorn, 27221|To-morrow in some pasture-lot, 27221|With a sheep-hook at my side 27221|But, ah! this peace may last. 27221|But, ah! this peace may last. 27221|Yet, if I were a shepherdess, 27221|And on the mountains stole 27221|Some wandering, blissful maid, or nymph, 27221|'Twas but for thee, the one sole thing, 27221|I'd miss not of two years on me, 27221|Nor a single year on thee, 27221|Of the years that now have fled 27221|But, ah! this peace may last. 27221|Then, for thyself, when grown to man's estate, 27221|If thou dost not fondly lie, 27221|Or a little, though thou canst not smother, 27221|On the heart of me, its care 27221|Or the care of friends or country,--thou must find 27221|A firmer trust, my sister, 27221|And a closer, sweeter embrace, 27221|From the kisses of thee. 27221|Though I have seen but tears 27221|Beneath the tear, and yet 27221|Thy smile was always bright, 27221|Now that our eyes have met. 27221|But remember, I, 27221|For thee would ask a boon, 27221|If but a hand were mine. 27221|And, if a hand so good, 27221|I should to thee repair, 27221|And if the place we chose, 27221|We so justly should prize. 27221|In some fair city drest, 27221|With numerous troops I'd roam, 27221|And in that City rest, 27221|If thou hadst but but in my 27221|Locks the highest favor. 27221|Where, as thou'rt wont with me, thou may'st with me roam, 27221|In all the Locks and Company largest keep, 27221|In all the Locks at once, and in their evergreen, 27221|The highest and the best: 27221|All the Keys, where one lock unlocks another three, 27221|In each Lock and opening, I shall rest and spend 27221|My days and nights with thee. 27221|No stranger's foot may enter those dark paths of death, 27221|Nor any stranger's eye gaze on those dread Ways; 27221|He that walks there shall not see the sun, nor the flowers, 27221|Nor the green bushes on those enchanted meadows: 27221|But his footsteps, Lord, shall walk, 27221|When, His footsteps, Nature's, by Thy sweet commands 27221|Borne in the wings of angels, He shall kneel, and tell 27221|How deep I lain under those dismal depths of His, 27221|Like some poor babbler drowned in the gulfs of Hell. 27221|Hush! oh, hush! my quiet will be; 27221|That I may speak Thy will in vain. 27221|O Thou who lone'st the world among, 27221|Let not Thy deep compassion move 27221|Another's heart to sin. ======================================== SAMPLE 4680 ======================================== 8197|But as the dawn is soft and fair, 8197|And the moonlight glimmer, so, 8197|We sat together by the lake 8197|With my heart full of dreams. 8197|The waters whispered to the rocks 8197|Their tender thoughts forlorn, 8197|That the world's great stars were dying 8197|In the fires they were beneath. 8197|Ah, love, the world is dying, 8197|And life is nought but lone, 8197|And I, alone in darkness, 8197|Have never found thee yet. 8197|_I heard the beat of your wings!_ 8197|_You spoke for me in vain, brother!_ 8197|But I heard her voice, and then 8197|I woke and we both were awake. 8197|_We found the place for a garden, 8197|You were the wife and I was the lad._ 8197|We met in the morning to go, 8197|She was so fair and I was so tall. 8197|She said, "It's the wrong time of the year 8197|To meet in the Spring, you know:" 8197|And I said, "I'll wait here all day 8197|Till October bring the rains." 8197|She said, "You see, dear, the rain 8197|Has come on the town at last." 8197|She was proud, she laughed to scorn 8197|My fear, "Oh, you will go?" she said. 8197|But when the storm came down on us 8197|It made our souls apart grow chill. 8197|And then the Spring went by, and then 8197|The flowers turned pale and all forgot. 8197|At last we parted, and she took 8197|My hand and smiled and went her way. 8197|And I know now I never could 8197|Recall the glow of Autumn when 8197|She kissed me here, last, on this same spot. 8197|What will life bring again? 8197|I'll let you plan it then, 8197|There's many to ponder, men, 8197|But I'll read some old book.... 8197|--It was a letter full of love, 8197|Full of all joy and bliss. 8197|It was a letter, full and free, 8197|Full of all dreams, it said. 8197|And I found, as though lost at sea, 8197|That she, the one I loved the most, 8197|Was sitting in her garden there, 8197|With a rose in her hand.... 8197|Then suddenly upon my mind 8197|Suddenly flashed the sweet note 8197|Full of wild words of joy and hope-- 8197|Full of hopes, but dim for me, 8197|And of love, but sweeter for her. 8197|I laughed, "It's the Winter," I said. 8197|And I said, "'Tis the lovely Spring," 8197|My heart was full, my eyes were bright: 8197|"I'll let you take the rose," she said, 8197|I said, "Oh, take the rose!" 8197|How the wind-flowers were blown 8197|All about the garden beds, 8197|(How the dew-drops were seen, 8197|How the flowers were found, 8197|How the little birds would dance 8197|Harmonious on the trees, 8197|How the forest shades were stirred 8197|With their sweetest voice, and stirred 8197|Every leaf and every spray 8197|Into unresting chords 8197|Of surprise and amaze, 8197|That they had been sent to tell 8197|This, the wonder of the world,-- 8197|This, the wonder of the world! 8197|I shall go back to the great Sea-lands 8197|When the sun and all its armies fall, 8197|I shall come from the lands of mist and light 8197|To the lands that are dear to me. 8197|Oh, give me the sun, the sun! 8197|I am weary of my clay-bound clay 8197|And my heavy sleep, 8197|And my sorrows that I builded in clay. 8197|The wind sweeps over the earth, 8197|The fog creeps over the sea, ======================================== SAMPLE 4690 ======================================== 19385|And a' that ilka thing to gie, 19385|Though some may hae it o'er gushin out, 19385|Nae mair they'l think o' it a'; 19385|But aye an' mair it hang i' the sun 19385|It gies the country a' her round." 19385|It occurred to me one day, 19385|As I was sitin' down, 19385|To see the "Lane on Lan" folk, 19385|That a' were at their he'rts. 19385|I said, "How do ye do, 19385|How is your hairt, Jack? 19385|It's a' siller we grew thegither,-- 19385|It's a' siller that comes o' glee! 19385|But it's a' siller o' the gentry 19385|It's siller o' siller. 19385|"Thae o' ye are noa lange-hearted, 19385|For we've a' gownds to gie; 19385|There may nae be a gude o' men, 19385|An' nae a lass I'll wed. 19385|"An' now to gie our lanely he'rt, 19385|Ye maunn't be sae glear;-- 19385|It's nae time for muckle mindedness, 19385|Wi' siller o' the gentry. 19385|"An' now to gie our lanely he'rt, 19385|Thro' a' sorts o' degrees 19385|O' that is the way o' the yeer, 19385|O' the nobles that wear the een; 19385|For they'll all be gude enough, 19385|If they're gude, as gudewife should be, 19385|An' they're gude, they'll be nae fou." 19385|A bard I know sae blythe an' blithesome, 19385|As ever sang on leal shores, 19385|Wha sang o' guid blinks in the gowan-drift, 19385|Sair sairly did resemble thee; 19385|But auld sportin' B---n he's ower fond, 19385|And sae bewsit me my e'e; 19385|Sae I ha'e gleg a song o' my sang, 19385|Sae I ha'e gleg a brawling song; 19385|But it's aye sune that auld O' B--n 19385|Can put a sing-song to the tither, 19385|An' sing the sang o' his brither. 19385|Tune--"_I wish I were home._" 19385|The lady of my heart, 19385|Ah, woo my sweet! 19385|How can she care for 19385|The world's flattering? 19385|For my soul is won 19385|By the smile o' her smile, 19385|An', woo my sweet! 19385|I never shall wed a chiel, 19385|Ah, woo my sweet! 19385|I'll hae her for a frien', 19385|Ah, woo my sweet! 19385|She's the sweetest frien' 19385|That ever did breathe; 19385|An' woo my sweet! 19385|Tune--"_O sing, ye lads o' Ancorley._" 19385|The merry bells are ringing fair, 19385|The merry bells are ringing clear, 19385|The morn begins to rock and reel, 19385|But never will I miss my walks. 19385|The merry bells are sounding forth, 19385|The merry bells are sounding free, 19385|And round the glen amang the trees, 19385|The merry bells are sounding gay. 19385|Away, away, you moorland laddies, 19385|And your pretty, ploughlands bairnies; 19385|Your squires and lasses, if a soul you'll marry, 19385|Let them go straightin' on down at Liddel. 19385|The morn has struck a daffin' colour, 19385|An' aye the white-lip'd sowl ======================================== SAMPLE 4700 ======================================== 1745|Of their high-priest, or of his own Deitie, 1745|A Son that on the Earth had been ere now 1745|His Father's Son: and though by him committed 1745|To exile and desert, yet in him 1745|His Father gloriously receiv'd; by whom 1745|His mightiest work was wrought by Spirit: which first 1745|With Nature to produce, and last with Sense, 1745|Pervious to union, he produc'd: 1745|Among Adam's offspring farr less, but more 1745|Spiritual, intellectual, and faithful, 1745|Then human: so that human surpassing 1745|Beanstane was call'd: that human was call'd 1745|Spirit, more excellent, more excellent farr, 1745|Than to be just God's peculiar dower. 1745|Him from this Fount (where all good things ceas'd to flow) 1745|Deserting his own Faith, and sudden fall 1745|Gluttons thir favourite, and excuses them 1745|With sacraments profane; due lastly to thee, 1745|Heav'n's King, who at the foot of Rhamnus' Farm, 1745|Upon the hill's expanse, a voluntary 1745|Babes grave, where many a boy light stombly Loves 1745|And Kisses to his Father many a laudable 1745|Kiss. There penitent, some few days they rejoyc'd 1745|Their innocent youth, and on other sort of Oil 1745|Lasting, spent themselves in Juger or in Wine. 1745|Thou, who for blind lust whyto thy Priests dost raise 1745|Thy vailable Organs, and dost apply 1745|Thy subtile Opinsions, from thy Manufactures bend 1745|Then, Son of God, from thee infuse an thy Aid 1745|For ever; farr beyond what strong Desire 1745|Concurring to promote or to discompose 1745|Man's impetuous Mind; whose Wrath disburd'ry'd 1745|And who, of evil Man, with impious Wrath 1745|Blind, makes even the Good grieve; thy Wrath renew'd 1745|Springs from the Inflicted Torment old found, 1745|And, like a Wast away, from infamie 1745|Goes headlong; yet not unaveng'd will it stay 1745|When after Squall it Shoaits Life away 1745|Into oblivion, or when over Maritine 1745|It drifts with Reductions; yet not unaveng'd 1745|Will it consume itself above the Stake set on it, 1745|But cold and dead will fly up to it, dry 1745|As the Land Whose Lute nam'd it; in these last game 1745|The sooner to end or gain, the sooner play. 1745|Thou to thy Soul wilt give the Playing Bread, 1745|To play the Soul that never tired playing, 1745|So that by turns the Circulation may 1745|Take where it list, and rise as yonder Hill 1745|Awhile dividing thy given Sphere; then turn 1745|Into more spacious Posterity, and fix 1745|Each in his just begetter, as ye had heark'n 1745|Each different; that perhaps this Conjoining Day 1745|May for Philosopher and all day long 1745|Endear old names, and make old Fields new. 1745|Who is the Gracious Maker? He that studious sees 1745|Doe all things, and not made, has all things seen; 1745|Who is the Creator? He that all things help 1745|Doe all things, and not helped, has all things pluckt 1745|Into their proper ripisfide, and good. 1745|Who doth not rest, but onward drives his chariot, 1745|Pites, and beseechings mild, his Foes to aid: 1745|Who resteth, all things for his own pleasaunce, 1745|Cannot rest: vain Presbyter that thou art, 1745|That art Reproduc't, and from thee Reproduc't 1745|The Spawn of Heav'n, that makst reproduction 1745|Of Earth, and ======================================== SAMPLE 4710 ======================================== 8787|I stand as at the entry of a gate: from either 8787|streams at once my forehead and my neck. Of him 8787|Thy wish has been, and this is granted thee, who 8787|Framest such a face as Guido del Duca 8787|Had in remembrance, when he Achazon saw." 8787|ANOTHER LADY spake, fain to intervene: 8787|"Child of misfortune! that I should have thee 8787|Listen to my tale: for more it fits me 8787|Then to omit. The cause I bring not back, 8787|Why ordered remains the history of my loss, 8787|When so the other went." With that I felt 8787|Power, and was led to where my Lady was. 8787|There entered standing forth a morbid shade, 8787|Both maim'd and mangled; and his curved-blade 8787|Into their shoulders 'stacking, from the spine 8787|Cleft their mangled forms. After redress of 8787|Their fall, the murtherous fiends this while have stayed, 8787|Thus asking: "Who is this, painted soothed?" 8787|But answer made: "He who sits thus fuzz'd, 8787|The fault of artifice, at Perse where we 8787|Are thrust down with the rest: he to our loss 8787|Presents his guerdon, he, so satisfied, 8787|Now will depart." To whom the shade: "So rule 8787|Thou in my stead; I among the rest 8787|Take thee, and follow." Meantime one clad 8787|In single brevity upon the ground 8787|Before them stood, in likeness of a groom 8787|Who, hearing of our meeting, sits and waits; 8787|And of such dress as one who lodges keep 8787|For other hired help. E'en as the troop 8787|Of doves, upon a cliff or tree-topate, 8787|Though vanish'd, yet retain the same inhabitant; 8787|Each kept in its own neighbourhood and keep 8787|The secret of its dwelling; these, therefore, 8787|Each kept his crest, and all were so ashen, 8787|Nor move they one another, soot clothe'd 8787|Each throat, the stubborne last, still ail'd alike. 8787|All these, when they had thrice declar'd their will, 8787|Turn'd again unto the first strait they found. 8787|Meanwhile the glorious beacon, well perform'd 8787|His word, on the high-toned waves had spread his blaze. 8787|Upon the third swelling breeze, which now arrived, 8787|We stake our bark and launch again into the green. 8787|NOW was the day departing, and the air, 8787|Opened to day, bereft of all mortal woe, 8787|Plus full of beatific blessing sounded; 8787|Plus much avail'd of hope, in spirits rapt, 8787|Those spirits, who hope, hope, where ye shall find her. 8787|With otherwise happ'd many a beauteous band, 8787|I leave them in such cheerless tempests thrown, 8787|As seem'd, to those, who heard the otherwise true; 8787|But, to the rest, that, lingering long on earth, 8787|Waited the Mediator's Mediator's care; 8787|Whom soon of hope bewatched, and with what effulgence 8787|Airs express'd the rising of the ever-living 8787|! illumin'd by the sun, or e'en the moon's beams! 8787|Ah! not in vain the nations have held conference 8787|To rescue from the deep abyss the light 8787|Of grace divine, through all that vault of bliss, 8787|Where, for the faithful trinity, Michael 8787|And Paul, the latter journey'd in their faith. 8787|My master thus began: "My heart, which long 8787|Vex not thee, saving in thy constant faith, 8787|Thou well deserv'st it. But as on my part 8787|Is grudging any accord to thee, that comes 8787|To deduct the sickly from the healthy wain, 8787|So, to discontinue premature jousting, ======================================== SAMPLE 4720 ======================================== 19221|For my soul's peace, 19221|My soul's spirit is the air 19221|That nears us is; 19221|The peace that lies 19221|Deep-vers'd in all the stars, 19221|The peace that loves to rest 19221|Within the silent moon. 19221|All other peace 19221|Is like a thirsty plant 19221|That hath not water in its cup; 19221|But kissing bids the cup renew 19221|Its wonted supply. 19221|So do these glances fill 19221|My soul with strange delight 19221|And sweet new-wedded joy: 19221|For thence, without deceit, 19221|They bring back such visions fair 19221|As memory brings from far, 19221|That else had been destroyed. 19221|The stars are kindled bright 19221|In heav'n's own deep serene; 19221|No cloud is on the face of heaven 19221|But there the wings of starlings are! 19221|Thus with the rising sun 19221|Proud Alice through the dark woods flies: 19221|Much having surmised before, 19221|That unseen spirits, that descend 19221|To inform our sight by night, 19221|Must there come thither, who reveal 19221|Even that which on the part unseen 19221|Most charms our sense; so looking far, 19221|They gaze on many a holy place, 19221|On shrines and deities trod 19221|By saints trod by sainted foot; 19221|On birds of passage; on the swift 19221|Shadow that they bring; on other signs 19221|By which we're led, where now we're bent; 19221|--This, this they tell us, still is seen 19221|In skies serene, and often they 19221|Drive us to holy things. 19221|But how to think of these is not yet 19221|Likeliest, or how they can depart 19221|So suddenly; nor how so numb 19221|The senses must be, since we should feel 19221|As if some warner smote us on the cheek; 19221|Or likelier, seeing how calm the place, 19221|And how low lying, how much strength 19221|In women lies, some vertuous hand, 19221|From off the earth have risen up 19221|To draw us nearer, when we call 19221|Upon their mighty influence: 19221|Or how on earth they can not pass 19221|Together,--let us but consider 19221|That they are nearer hence, and that 19221|Even in the upper air 19221|The spirits of men, that move and have 19221|Rotation, have some resemblance 19221|Of that which we experience there: 19221|Nor think that they above us still 19221|Live, nor that they below us do 19221|Fear nor wrong, being so obeyed 19221|By lawful power. 19221|O fools! impotent of thought! 19221|O senseless, senseless self-conceit! 19221|In midst of battle shot and crushed, 19221|If some poor ox shall stumble o'er 19221|Some frozen log, some icy bolt 19221|Shall send him plunging downward to the deep: 19221|Then let th' avenging thunder roar, 19221|Let God's strong bolts down fall and roll 19221|On his dark body like a horde of hell! 19221|My thoughts, like eagles dauntless, 19221|Foresee the danger, 19221|And with quick wing prompt the deed: 19221|But, deceived, are slow 19221|To come in close encounter 19221|With cruel foes, 19221|Or give the surer mark 19221|Where unwearied war is kept:-- 19221|O fools! impotent of thought! 19221|O senseless, senseless self-conceit! 19221|When any man shall smite 19221|In expectation vain 19221|And hope too lofty for the close, 19221|The surer danger coming fast 19221|Will in a moment be alone: 19221|The quick undreaded fight 19221|Of thoughtless youth, 19221|Will on some sudden sudden seize; 19221|And, mastering all he meets, 19221|Fiercely he strikes ======================================== SAMPLE 4730 ======================================== 2383|And he withal spake to the lady faire: 2383|"Now be content thee, thou that all this while 2383|Have been a little child, and loved of men; 2383|Ye have not seen her, Lady, that me slew." 2383|She answered him: "She is dead and gone. 2383|He that hath slain her may not have her, 2383|For I heard her voice, the voice of Mary, 2383|When the foul sword was by me, and this was Eve; 2383|When I fell down with my teeth in my blood, 2383|Before God it is well to have fallen: 2383|Then would I have had my love in this world: 2383|But now that the Lord me hath so saved!" 2383|This was Sir Lancelot, and the Lady he knew 2383|Within a forest hard by a green wood; 2383|Where as lieth the water of the brook Bencass, 2383|That all the days thou mayst drink thereof: 2383|Yet she was fairer than she is to-day: 2383|And therefore hath she passed all this way, 2383|For, having made his name a name a witness, 2383|To his land it is not by any troth, 2383|But hath this right of going into wedlock, 2383|That whoso taketh her away doth her good. 2383|Then was there battle on the left hand side, 2383|And so was the great fray began between 2383|That all this world had set a lustier by, 2383|Than the true thing were for man to do. 2383|Yet would they go on the other side so, 2383|That neither side had any fear within: 2383|For they of one had full cause in this wise 2383|To be in wonder at their love's discourse: 2383|So that God might that they might not be slain, 2383|For Godlie and the noble lady were. 2383|And yet the king in love hath more intent 2383|To be his knight, than himself is to slay. 2383|And with the battle they gan oft debate, 2383|And every man his choice chose his spouse. 2383|Of that chaste woman the first choice was, 2383|Which she received of all, as it is read. 2383|And forth upon her steed she went on ride, 2383|As a great lady she was in her might, 2383|And to her lady-maids full many a spear, 2383|As in the battle she was come by night. 2383|She looked upon that lady bright, 2383|And saw her in her form and face alight; 2383|She was so great and such a lady bright: 2383|And for her sake her blood was warm within. 2383|For thus it fell out in short space, 2383|That the valiant lady was undone 2383|By the young knight that loved her heart so well, 2383|And that her beauty unto this day 2383|Comes up through the memory of her grace. 2383|And this was ever her lamentation, 2383|And for her blood ran blood; her tears ran rain. 2383|With which the mighty lady was dismayed, 2383|That every man might have his part: 2383|She stood by the king of men again, 2383|And to her sorrow told her mournful case; 2383|And the king was sorry in his ire, 2383|And the lady did her weeping turn, 2383|And at her side full many a spear 2383|Of the French men she laid, and they were sore, 2383|Whereby full many a gallant knight 2383|As for a knight of the English court 2383|That had been true to a lady's side, 2383|And to her heart was false and undone 2383|And unto God for all his grace and light 2383|Was she called, and from her inmost thought 2383|As she had seen him in his prime appear: 2383|For of her love were a thousand ways 2383|And of her love were a thousand things. 2383|Then was the lady's heart all troubled, 2383|Sorrow of heart of her loved one's good: 2383|Her tears she would not let her speech refrain 2383|From weeping out in ======================================== SAMPLE 4740 ======================================== 8795|At length to me appears. It seemed to me 8795|As if a living song were near at hand; 8795|And this, though sudden and without number, 8795|Sounded like that which by the race 8795|In Chiauno, or Thebes, was set to sound 8795|When the great Oracle shook the earth. 8795|The sounds were so diverse, and so sweet, 8795|That had I but known them, with my sense 8795|They had been all advanced before. 8795|The beauteous island, Mona, seem'd 8795|Appear as she, who wee is clad in white, 8795|The lady of the solitary haunt. 8795|"He, who now moves against my purpose, comes 8795|From where Tithonus tumbling falls," 8795|Thus did the dame begin; "and he returns 8795|Rehearsev him thorns and heast, as doth beseem 8795|A living creature. Often on mountain sides 8795|The eagle beats his wings, imbalms his reins, 8795|And through the air lets fly his eyes of ice. 8795|So on this occasion many suns have fled, 8795|Since to my ears such fury siren came, 8795|That my first thought was of the pestilence, 8795|And not of sweet Helena's name. 8795|But he, returning, like the bird without wing, 8795|Which calls itself some heavenly bird, is heard; 8795|And in such like manner can I, without 8795|Being chased, or chas'd, or broken or lost. 8795|He, under whom the long-neck'd eagle builds, 8795|Was Callistes, pupil of Pan. Camus 8795|Hence hath rendered to the Latin tongue 8795|That old name, which was the source of all 8795|Tasteless things. The earlier wild-moons hurl'd 8795|The thunder from those sturdy rocks, that now 8795|Strikes but the vale, and then the sylvan top, 8795|Demands our care. To him were known even 8795|The courses of the spring, and the short sleep 8795|Sacred to love. Hence softer is the sap 8795|Unto that part of nature, where it buds 8795|Most readily, that receives the wound 8795|Of just disdain. These rivers, drawing forth 8795|From out the rocky steep, together turn 8795|Their turbid wares, and leave a scene 8795|Sanguinary as Inarime. The ground 8795|They below then skim, that mostly flows, but them 8795|The watery palaces around repair, 8795|And ruin with their watery mansions stain'd. 8795|Howling that they were ruin'd, a black bird, hurl'd 8795|Against a blasted oak, thus panted loud. 8795|Why stand'st thou turning, and camouflaging, 8795|The evil which is impending, not shown? 8795|Thee, O vanity, hast overthrowing 8795|Thyself, and ruin'd mankind! Thee the bull 8795|Unhappy did presage, and the woodland heart 8795|Of all the forest-work of Bohemia 8795|Hath bereft him now, and left him in the arms 8795|Of bitter fate. What need hast thou of this, 8795|When nothing yet has chanc'd to spoil or choyz'd 8795|The joy that in my thought and presence beats 8795|More strong than rightfooted ermine's dance? 8795|He scarce had said, but, beaming fierce and kind, 8795|New realities appear'd not far away: 8795|I saw the form of him, that Mary took 8795|From the beloved, when that veil was rent: 8795|I saw the two embrace, beneath a tree 8795|Whose shade was beautifi'd; and behind 8795|A throng of women, with scattered flowers 8795|And sweet-smelling herbs were meetly strow'd. 8795|As when distinct a certain bird of prey, 8795|Bent on its din, and sung his matin song, 8795|E'en such a train of beauties wore, behind 8795|The ======================================== SAMPLE 4750 ======================================== 13646|And they say that he never had a tooth, 13646|Because he never used his tongue. 13646|Three-legged Frog 13646|Three-legged Frog came up from the south; 13646|He stood on his head like a pole; 13646|And he drank up all the weather; 13646|And the best of the tea he could get 13646|Was from little Three-legged Frog. 13646|Three-legged Frog 13646|Three-legged Frog jumped over the moon; 13646|He was looking at the top of the hill; 13646|And he said, "Oh, my head! I can't lie low, 13646|For the moon looks very large to me." 13646|Three-legged Frog 13646|Tumbling down 13646|Tumbled down, 13646|There was an old woman, and what do you think? 13646|Her hair was rather thick, and her eyes were quite blue. 13646|Her joints were also somewhat strait, and her gown 13646|Was quite old-fashioned; and, besides, 'twas all silk. 13646|She lived at the Fair of Bumpering, and sold 13646|Her ducks and ducklings three on the following table: 13646|Cream 13646|One for her little boy 13646|Frog 13646|And then 13646|If you can guess 13646|Which, you're welcome. 13646|She brought her table to the Fair, and all the people bought it; 13646|And her clothes were all very new, and with what luxury 13646|Had she dressed them? her gooseberry blouse and her blouse- 13646|It was a beautiful evening, and the lights were bright, 13646|And she danced a little in the ring, and she danced again. 13646|The ring seemed to dance, the music seemed to flutter, 13646|And the dancing-dust was all of a gold and a blue. 13646|The dust was just as brown as the grass was sheen, 13646|And it shone in the moonlight, and the moonlight shined 13646|Like a moonbeam on her feet, and her gown had a streak 13646|Across it, that the turtle dove beneath. 13646|"What shall I do?" said the Three Little Pigs. 13646|"Oh, here, take a piece," said the Three Little Pigs. 13646|"A good stout nibble," said the Three Little Pigs. 13646|But when the old man saw his poor animals whimpering, 13646|He said, "It's all for the best," and he went to buy a pen. 13646|His wife was not at home, and she cried out in alarm, 13646|"For what's the use of hiding things when we can wail? 13646|What ails my wife? I'm afraid she's dying, my dear." 13646|The Three Little Pigs were very angry, and they said, 13646|"Oh, you mustn't! we've no business bringing you up, ye dear! 13646|We've six poor children, and we don't know not how to be merry." 13646|They were much startled when she said, "I won't be a-bait, 13646|I won't let these children enter on us, ye dear! 13646|I shouldn't mind the little pig, for I want the big pig to come home, 13646|They brought the pigs home to his father, one, two, three, 13646|And they all cried when they found the pig that wasn't his father. 13646|His mother had thought, "What a pity that a pig that's old can't come 13646|home with the little pigs that his father has bred," 13646|And they brought his father away, and they cried all the way to 13646|the house to see him, and his brothers and sisters cried also. 13646|With a bow over his head, and with a bit of string, 13646|His very dear father came back with a bit of string. 13646|Then the little pigs sat in the little pens, 13646|And said sweetly, "Oh dear, our father wants us." 13646|They didn't go to play with the other pigs, 13646|They watched them quite carefully while they could. 13646|And they said, "Oh, dear, how pleased we are when we see pigs go walking!" 13646|The Three ======================================== SAMPLE 4760 ======================================== 25953|From the fish-hair springs to wash it. 25953|Thus he sowed the fish's hair, 25953|Ploughs the furrow with his sword and hatchet, 25953|And a cornfield with it he covers. 25953|'Twas the night before the evening, 25953|When the time for the marriage-feast, 25953|And the band was playing merrily, 25953|And the dance was round the room. 25953|Väinämöinen, old and steadfast, 25953|Went to rest his limbs upon snow-shoes, 25953|And upon poles his slippers he wrapped, 25953|And upon his cap he draped it. 25953|And upon his arm he laid his slippers, 25953|With the cap on his head he laid it, 25953|Whence he lifted his head erect. 25953|O'er the heather laid his cap, 25953|Like the head of a young plantain, 25953|And his head he rested on his bosom. 25953|By the door was sowing of the corn, 25953|And the field by the white hillside; 25953|By the door was sowing of the rye, 25953|And the rye-field by the silver hillside. 25953|In the field was sowing of the rye, 25953|In the field was sowing of the rye. 25953|Then the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|Hailed with singing a young plantain, 25953|And the corn he called and bade him gather 25953|Heaps upon heaps of golden rye. 25953|But he could not gather loads of rye. 25953|So he plowed all the ground in pieces, 25953|And he broke them all all in pieces, 25953|On the bare and sandy bottoms. 25953|Then in sledge he raised the body, 25953|On the sledge he went to the cornfields, 25953|And he spoke the words which follow, 25953|"Bread I'll sow, and rye I'll gather; 25953|I shall sow the gold in the mountains, 25953|And the silver in the ocean. 25953|"Butter, bread and eggs I'll give you, 25953|Which shall last for many autumn-days, 25953|For a thousand years of ages." 25953|Then the youthful son of Pohja 25953|Downward fixed his skilful fingers, 25953|And his fingers drew the sledge with ease, 25953|In the way the old man pointed him. 25953|In the sledge the sledge he fixed him, 25953|And upon it sat him down erect, 25953|In the sledge the youthful son of Pohja, 25953|And the sledge he spoke as follows: 25953|"Golden rye, butter, eggs I'll give you, 25953|And an omelet in plenty made, 25953|Which shall last for many autumn-days, 25953|For a thousand years of ages. 25953|When the golden grain is sown, 25953|In the mows by the golden sledge, 25953|Golden bits are laid upon sledge-boards, 25953|Golden bits of golden strength. 25953|"When the golden rye is sown, 25953|On the furrows in the rocky hill-side, 25953|Golden snares are laid around it, 25953|And a fire is kindled underneath." 25953|Then he sought the sledge for cornland, 25953|Where the rye was sown, and sought it, 25953|Came there, to gather his cornland, 25953|And he gathered the golden rye. 25953|Then he came and spoke the words, 25953|And he turned his face from eastward, 25953|When he perceived it 'neath the heaven, 25953|In the sledge he sowed his cornland, 25953|And the golden grain upon the sledge-side, 25953|While on sledge he sowed his cornland, 25953|With the golden snares on both sides. 25953|Vipunen, O thou ancient hero, 25953|In thy sledge of much abundance, 25953|Give us some harvest-field, my people." 25953|Then the aged Väinäm ======================================== SAMPLE 4770 ======================================== 1365|And yet to this our life of pain and toil and care, 1365|In all thy joyous youth and beauty, now! 1365|Yes, youth and beauty; in thy face and way, 1365|In thy light, as in thy counsel, they are there; 1365|And I can love thee and I can venerate, 1365|Till the stars and sun and heaven shall all agree, 1365|And all life's echoes, echoing back our praise! 1365|The words have been spoken; we have parted. 1365|Now, O my friends, may all the hopes and all the fears 1365|Of this, our summer, pass into the future,-- 1365|The future of the world, when Time shall fly 1365|His footprints on the sands and shall have passed! 1365|The summer of our life passes, still unbroken; 1365|The leaves fall, the flowers come forth, the woods unclose; 1365|But the summer of our youth is now expired,-- 1365|Too brief for our great hearts' desires; too brief 1365|For the quick throbbing of our souls' desire; 1365|The song of our young hearts' hopes and dreams is sung 1365|In the old voices of our sorrowful years! 1365|And thus, while your life's youth still lingers, go 1365|In the old ways that you hope to learn in youth, 1365|And in the faith of your true heart believe! 1365|And when you hear it from me and can but see me 1365|In the night when I was your faithful friend,-- 1365|When I may kneel at your little hearth-fire's hearth 1365|To thank you for that gift of your life so sweet, 1365|That I remember now, in my sorrow free, 1365|The old loves, the dear hopes, and the old dreams of yore, 1365|And hear your name called in gladness ever sung 1365|As a voice in sweetest melodies is sung; 1365|And the old days come back; and the old years go by; 1365|And I hear, from the past, and I see, and I hear,-- 1365|As I lie in the silence I loved so well,-- 1365|The dreams that I dreamed, the old songs I sung! 1365|The old days go! At the close of day 1365|The new sun is risen, and a new day 1365|Shall brighten the world. 1365|The old days, that are fast passing away, 1365|Shall rise above this world and make it sweet 1365|With their glory, and so shall you forget 1365|The years that pass. 1365|And all of the old friends rise up with you 1365|And go and live with you. But if you go 1365|And perish in your sadness and your sin, 1365|Be sure that you too shall be remembered 1365|By this fair world of ours; 1365|And all shall pay you a deep, a loving, 1365|abundant, beautiful, unthinking, young, 1365|unshadowed, unimpassioned, joyous, free, 1365|thrifty, generous, blameless youth. 1365|I know not of your faith or your courage 1365|Nor of your friendship of a less note truth; 1365|Nor do I care. You have the faith of Jonah, 1365|The courage of Samson, the gladness of Mary, 1365|The gladness of a new moon coming and of you, 1365|Too new and too fair to perish. 1365|You are too young! 1365|That has been written up into the heavens 1365|With a written pen. 1365|You are too young! 1365|The sun is the first-born of those that sing 1365|In the new songs of the new earth. 1365|But when you are weary of song and of song, 1365|You must go on at once to the place 1365|Of the songs that are born, and the songs that will go 1365|on forever more. 1365|The world is full of beauty and life, 1365|And there is song in every breath; 1365|But I have no spirit and never shall 1365|Until I have had a dream of song. 1365|The song that is ======================================== SAMPLE 4780 ======================================== 2619|And a baby with a golden ring on. 2619|I have seen all the colors of the sky, 2619|I have touched the ends of worlds; and each one 2619|Was a little pearl, in some strange way. 2619|And now I will take my little ones 2619|Out upon the hill, all to roam, 2619|And I will take them, just for fun, 2619|Across the Fell Gelding from Errington! 2619|The loneliest star that ever was 2619|In all the vault of heaven was mine; 2619|And I called it "Rose", for she was dear. 2619|A violet in that bed I wore 2619|As my dear little Daisy's cover; 2619|'Twas like a little tiny star 2619|In the great purple sky; and the star, 2619|In my fond arms, in a dream would rise, 2619|And kiss my little little star! 2619|And all day long, in the crimson glow, 2619|I clasped her to my heart, and kissed. 2619|And ever, in the crimson fire, 2619|Athwart me stole a starry breath: 2619|My little darling star of flame, 2619|That was the violet! And you see 2619|The rest of the story. You see, 2619|I was a fool who was not wise. 2619|You see, I had a little home, 2619|A house of my own, and I loved 2619|Not for its size, nor its value, 2619|But for its roses, my dear. 2619|And you see, with yellow, black, and white, 2619|And roses of every hue, 2619|I gathered every petal and leaf, 2619|And carried them to my dear. 2619|And sometimes, when the moon had risen, 2619|And shadows stript the skies, 2619|I saw them flicker in the air, 2619|And sometimes, night-winds sighing, 2619|I heard them say, "Blessed are the dead!" 2619|And sometimes in the pale white moonlight 2619|I saw the roses fade. 2619|But oh, the fragrance of the night, 2619|Which I called back from my home, 2619|For the rose of the dead is finer than speech-- 2619|And better than writing book! 2619|So when the Spring came, and the lovely flowers 2619|Brought out all sweet in beauty's Spring, 2619|I gave one little rose, just one rose, 2619|Just for myself, to-night. 2619|I put the heart within my hand, 2619|I gave my arm a little pinch, 2619|I kissed my dear beautiful head, 2619|And then, so pale, I sat me down, 2619|And let the tears fall fast and deep. 2619|I let the tears fall fast and deep; 2619|I looked about for the lost one; 2619|I took my little hand, I threw, 2619|I was alone! 2619|But in the dark a shadow lay, 2619|And a shadow came to the door, 2619|Standing near with its head bowed low; 2619|"And is there not a shadow, you ask?" 2619|It said, in a low voice low, 2619|"For I am a shadow too, my son." 2619|God, is it God, in the darkness, that I can see 2619|The dear little face that was mine, the dear little face 2619|That was mine, mine, mine! 2619|The dear little face with the deep blossom crown; 2619|God, is it God, in the darkness, that I can hear 2619|The dear little voice that was mine, the dear little voice 2619|That was mine, mine, mine! 2619|I looked across the darkened land; 2619|The clouds were heavy-weighty things, 2619|They made the sun in my path seem low: 2619|I looked across the desolate sea, 2619|Where every wind its blast would blow 2619|Had borne the sky and ocean home; 2619|And on the sands, that were the moon, 2619|I saw a speck of gold. 2619|So close you ======================================== SAMPLE 4790 ======================================== 19226|And with a softness that is all but his own. 19226|To him the summer is a time to be fine; 19226|To him the winter is a place to be grand; 19226|To him he loves the autumn of each season 19226|For it was there he heard the plaintive bells; 19226|Wherefore I do not fear thy spirit's state 19226|Because thou art so strangely mad, to me? 19226|And thou hast been and loved so long and so well, 19226|I can see that 'tis not such anguish sore. 19226|The winter is not like the years, so cold 19226|And dry of days, and wearily for ever; 19226|We all of us are of that old stock a little, 19226|But you have done a mighty deal of cost; 19226|The year that is now a year of grief may be 19226|A year of sorrow in the long gone day. 19226|Then let me mourn this time, as other days will mourn! 19226|For life is always sad when any man dies. 19226|The morning is dark at his departure! Oh! 19226|Can any think, from this very cloud that flies 19226|In thimblest robes, there is no other thing but Death? 19226|Oh! that each man's spirit, when withdrawn from clay, 19226|Might then come through this earth we are passing o'er 19226|With a light of rapture or with pain to dine! 19226|We have to work, of necessity; we must drink, 19226|Cursing, we are not given all the pleasures here; 19226|We're doomed, without the means to say "I accost." 19226|We are never to be happy, we're doomed to see 19226|A pang that no God can surely meet; 19226|But to be glad is to be free. 19226|We need God's help, and where he may be none, 19226|There is help there for him and for us both, 19226|And, though 'tis hard to feel and henceforth shun, 19226|We want to work, and so we must; 19226|Oh! that each man's spirit, when withdrawn from clay, 19226|Might then come through this earth we are passing o'er, 19226|And, like the sun upon his pathway lighted, 19226|To smile at life and all in the pathless night, 19226|And to be glad is to be free. 19226|Then come this great day, my Lord! 'Tis God that sends it; 19226|Come, on with the best of us; this day in Christ's name, 19226|We're to be blest in His fullest love. 19226|No one can say, "I could not do it," 19226|For he may not be an only child; 19226|But, when the heart is always glad, one must be 19226|To do it, and he must be in Christ's name. 19226|Let there be laughter in his life-- 19226|A joy the living still can feel; 19226|Let there be hope that he will yet be glad, 19226|To work, and to be glad is to do it. 19226|Let there be praise in every hour-- 19226|In every deed--in every grace; 19226|Let there be hope he may yet be glad-- 19226|To be glad is to be free. 19226|Oh! that each man may do and dare, 19226|As Christ does, in his great name and fear! 19226|And if to-day is a journey too strange 19226|For one who has not learned his lessons well, 19226|A long, long journey which, though he would rather make, 19226|He is a part of, as of any burden he bears, 19226|Will help him then, and help him always. 19226|Oh! that each deed, as God doth will it, 19226|Shall strengthen him without losing it; 19226|And that a joy beyond his knowing can flow 19226|In the pure, serene life he ever leads. 19226|Oh! that he may love each day as God 19226|Does, in his name, in his fear, and his love. 19228|_First Series, or the First Five Years of Poetry._ 19228| ======================================== SAMPLE 4800 ======================================== 8187|Still, though 'tis true, 'twas surely nice 8187|That we found one _single_ place to die, 8187|One spot, however vile, however mean-- 8187|So, when, at length, we were no more-- 8187|So, when they found us at last at last 8187|Bought the least ease and comfort by the same. 8187|Then, when I look back, and mark that spot-- 8187|Where old Chaleur's bones, as plain as _My_ bones, 8187|Dipped their bones from the same hole, and there 8187|Lie--hushed--(yet ever on the _shining_ side)-- 8187|Where, as if (like the _same_ in a glass) 8187|These poor bones to be _turned_ were but shapen } 8187|Blocks quite like these which I saw, last summer, } 8187|Planted into these _eagle_-courses, when I stood, 8187|Here, in the same _hole_, and there, on _the_ same _gloor_! 8187|And, oh! that spot is the happiest I know-- 8187|(For though I've known sad times with _one_ sad friend 8187|Of my own age--and some were sadder, I own,) 8187|Yet tho' not his own, tho' far away, 8187|It is my fondest fancy that, thro' death, 8187|He still will lie--his grave--his grave; 8187|Still, tho' it be, still, as 'tis said, 8187|Such a very long way off, 8187|His grave and--his grave shall be. 8187|Yes. That's the most ideal of it-- 8187|That his grave should be some paradise 8187|In which he'd sleep and loiter, 8187|And, having lived in this delectable heaven, 8187|Sleep and leave to friends and God his _rest_. 8187|And tho' I may not be there, or yet be, 8187|And tho' I may not be, yet he _shall_ be! 8187|For, tho' I could not come, too far away, 8187|Even tho' I might, my soul would still be here. 8187|And, tho' I would not (love hath given me pain,) 8187|Felt I would not even miss him-- 8187|Were it not better to send up his grave 8187|Than _know_ he lived--and, even tho', of _us_, 8187|We yet must own, even tho', of _us_, we're not _there_, 8187|Oh! I should miss him--but, tho' I miss him so, 8187|Could I but live again, and _know myself_, 8187|I would not change it for love--or, heaven forbid, 8187|For to be _worse_ than I was then-- 8187|Yes, still, I should not change it for love--not I! 8187|And--should it not be better for us all 8187|To be--and know ourselves--and all our own, 8187|Without one _touch_ of pain?--all the same? 8187|Or would it be better thus, as heretofore, 8187|To--die, at last, before we'd _lost_ him? 8187|Not that I _know_ that he would stay; 8187|He knows I loved--all that--and still 8187|Love _him_--in some strange _dignity_, 8187|_And_ all those kisses, thro' whose light 8187|The sunset hues so delectable! 8187|But, oh, his spirit, should it roam, 8187|Thirsty, weak, or weary of the way, 8187|He'd love, to--come again--at last! 8187|Ah, no!--'tis not so. He loves-- 8187|In some _dignity_ of those long 8187|Kisses, thro' which--oh! 'twas a sight 8187|Of happiness--he could but miss! 8187|I know not if this beauteous youth, 8187|That once had warmed me to his charms 8187|So deeply and so ======================================== SAMPLE 4810 ======================================== 42058|We have beheld him; or, if less known, 42058|If more we could but trace him, we might 42058|(Although in deedless moods) trace, perchance, 42058|But one who in our eyes we can trace, 42058|We will to-night at the Inn at Bosoigne 42058|From the old Queen's-Hole in the dark Estuary: 42058|(Tempted as we are, we will not venture 42058|O'er the darkness of that ancient pit) 42058|We will not say who by the name of Jones is meant; 42058|But whom such a spirit as that of Gray 42058|Seemed to have visited in that pitiless hour. 42058|With the old Queen's-Hole in the dark Estuary 42058|(Where we have seen the spirit of the Pit 42058|And the old Queen's-Hole in the dark Estuary, 42058|Though the Pit and the old Queen's-Hole in the dark Estuary 42058|Have been in the heart of many a City 42058|Antilochus, the son of Pales, had sought.) 42058|We will not say who by the name of Jones is meant; 42058|But whom such a spirit as that of Jones 42058|Seemed once to have touched, have touched with such fire, 42058|That, with the old Queen's-Hole in the dark Estuary, 42058|We will not say if by a Pit or old Church, 42058|We will not say if there is any Pit; 42058|Only this we know;--we will not dare 42058|To say who once met such a spirit as that. 42058|When the pit of the pit was but low-hoary 42058|(And still the low-hoaring pit was low-hoary), 42058|The man of the Law came riding on ahead 42058|With his head as blackbed-black as the storm, 42058|And his hair unkept and unshorn as he came in; 42058|And the people who had been his kinsmen, 42058|All the people who had been his kinsmen, 42058|Cried 'O, who is this? Who is this?' cried 'O, who?' 42058|'O, who has been about this place of dread 42058|As I here have been about it dreading? 42058|O, who is this?' cried 'O, who is this?' 42058|'O, who hath been with what I see not seeing 42058|Of that grand unwholesome fruit so tasting'-- 42058|'O, who is this?' cried, 'O, who is this?' 42058|'O, who hath been with what I see not seeing 42058|Of that grand unwholesome fruit so tasting? 42058|O, who is this?' cried 'O, who hath been 42058|With what I see not seeing of that woe 42058|To which I come, that bitter, wearying woe? 42058|O, who is this?' cried 'O, who has been 42058|With what I see not seeing of that woe?' 42058|And the night came and the pit was dripping 42058|Blood: and he who was there cried out 'O, who?' 42058|'O, who has been with what I see not seeing 42058|Of that grand unwholesome fruit so tasting? 42058|O, who is this?' cried 'O, who hath been 42058|With what I see not seeing of that woe?' 42058|And the night came and the pit was dripping 42058|Mouth-gates: and out and in from street to street, 42058|Hearkening, passing street to street, they cry'd--'O, who?' 42058|O, who hath been with what I see not seeing 42058|Of that grand unwholesome fruit so tasting? 42058|O, who hath been with what I see not seeing 42058|Of that grand unwholesome fruit so tasting? 42058|Hath naught to do but sit and wait, this waiting 42058|In the pit of the pit to be done waiting 42058|In a world where is naught but silence calling 42058|'O, who is this?' but they never wail or wail, 42058|Not a word they speak but silently ======================================== SAMPLE 4820 ======================================== 1280|But never once would come to me, 1280|Never, for I was far too weak-- 1280|And I had made such a fuss 1280|With the things she said to me-- 1280|I, the wife, the mother. 1280|And I was ready in my mind 1280|To lay my cards aside and 1280|Go up to that grand dinner place 1280|In the sky, in the sky, 1280|In the sky with the stars on-- 1280|But what to do, what to do, 1280|If I would not go to that grand 1280|Feast on the trees in the wildwood? 1280|And a-running to the sea-shore 1280|For I heard the great waves roll. 1280|And I said to my heart, 1280|"Behold, my life goes! 1280|And if I go not to that grand 1280|Feast in the sky in the sky 1280|Will this cruel old ghost 1280|Come to murder me again." 1280|So I turned right 1280|From the feast in the sky in the sky 1280|To the beach in the sea-sand-- 1280|To the sea-sand, where on a beam 1280|I lay safe and sound-- 1280|Praying for strength to trust in thee 1280|And go with the tide to the feast in the sky 1280|In the sky, in the sky, 1280|In the sky with stars on! 1280|And out over the waste of sea 1280|A-maying and a-going 1280|Was my heart's soul sing-song! 1280|And the sea-bird 1280|Thrilled me like a lover, 1280|The waves rippling on the sands 1280|Gave me their song of rejoicing. 1280|The birds sung over the strand, 1280|The waves in the bay were laughing, 1280|And the waters from the meadow, 1280|Glad with the song of the sun, 1280|Gave me their gladness in their flight. 1280|From a ship which ran aground on a coral reef 1280|This is the tale of their fall. 1280|They floated on the surges 1280|For three weeks and three days, 1280|'N' they heard nothing but the white-face surf 1280|On any tide, any day. 1280|But it's a long time since me, dear, 1280|Met those eyes of blue, 1280|Which I look into and never lose, 1280|And which seem to me so true. 1280|And I want to put my hair in curl 1280|And put my tresses out, 1280|And wrap my arms about those arms, dear, 1280|That would be heaven 1280|In the way I'm leaning over you 1280|In your black dress, 1280|With your eyes full of love and life 1280|And the smile of your white face. 1280|And I think I should be jealous, my dear, if you went away 1280|from me like this boy 1280|But never touched a needle or comb, only walked a little way 1280|with arms folded. 1280|I've known them since we met 1280|And you were all I had in the world 1280|To hold to, and keep close, 1280|And the eyes and the hair that kept me from tears 1280|were so tender and true. 1280|And sometimes I used to think a little child 1280|Would be happier in a strange, new place 1280|A-wandering with a few sad friends, 1280|And not being very proud of himself, 1280|Being content with what he had. 1280|He liked the beach-side, 1280|And the sand-dunes, and the sea-shell light; 1280|The sea-bird's song-- 1280|But you held him closer to the friends and things 1280|You knew and loved before. 1280|And I know now I never dreamed of that, dear, 1280|nor the sad things that came of you, 1280|And your bright eyes, and the blue of your hair, 1280|Will help me to be happy, 1280|And the smile of your white face. 1280 ======================================== SAMPLE 4830 ======================================== May thyself, 1030|And you, and you, my friend, 1030|Marry without violence or guile. 1030|And then when we, too, 1030|Have children, you may have them. 1030|And, if that can't be got, 1030|I'll tell you we'll have more trouble. 1030|For me, my dear sir, 1030|I do declare, 1030|If I thought that my dear lord's wife 1030|Was to be sold, 1030|I would not think that she might be 1030|Taken from me; 1030|But I'll make no more suppings; 1030|My thoughts and my desires 1030|Are not with the devil to lie, 1030|Nor the worst place in the church, 1030|Nor to keep the house for an interval; 1030|But when he has got our goods, 1030|Let him begone. 1030|If the woman be a woman that was plump and fair, 1030|They will send out the bill for the sale of the man 1030|That to him gives away the joy of her charms; 1030|For they'll have no business to sell him, 1030|Nor have any of mine, 1030|If she be a woman and a woman that was thin, 1030|The bill for the sale of her, will be but a trifle. 1030|For there will be no business to do her 1030|In the country or within the court, 1030|And (and this as much as we can) 1030|If the reason of her being a woman be so 1030|That she will not have the favour of men, 1030|They will have no business to do with her. 1030|If she be a woman that is well contented with men, 1030|If she have a husband, there will be no business to her; 1030|If she be a woman contented with her own choice, 1030|The husband of her young son may do with her hair. 1030|If she be not contented with her own choice, 1030|What business will they have with women that are such as she, 1030|Who is a wife to seven men, and seven more beside, 1030|And has a child to keep at home for a present? 1030|But if she be contented with one, then you may be 1030|As free from the bill and the trouble of your neighbour; 1030|You may come and sit by her, or you may come and sit by me, 1030|And pass by the little that is left us, 1030|But we'll not have the bill or the trouble. 1030|And if you do the bill then I will go fetch my sword 1030|And I'll find out the trouble, 1030|For I shall have to fetch my sword, 1030|And I'll have no more suppings, 1030|Nor do those silly airs by which you'd make us laugh. 1030|It is a little too much 1030|In a lifetime of years 1030|To make a sacrifice, 1030|And for want of a cause, 1030|For fear of being counted rude. 1030|A life too short to be long 1030|Is an hour too short to be late; 1030|But an hour too long to die 1030|Is a day too many to waste. 1030|Weep, weep no more, my dear, 1030|For you will die awhile, 1030|But be not too sad, and grieve 1030|To see your day will soon begin. 1030|Weep, then, for that you've got 1030|No more to live for; 1030|But take such plenty of pleasure 1030|As can be found, 1030|And make this miserable place 1030|Your everlasting home; 1030|The which you shall begin 1030|With those pleasures which Heaven 1030|Has given you to enjoy, 1030|Till the stars and the moon shall fail 1030|And the constellations run, 1030|And the planets grow old, 1030|And the sun deign to go mad, 1030|And there's no going then. 1030|All the world is yours at last, 1030|And what is left to you 1030|Will, I know, be strange and new, ======================================== SAMPLE 4840 ======================================== 18238|A lily and a lute, 18238|A lily to love and a lute to make; 18238|All three, they've a friend 18238|That does a man good. 18238|I love the lily that's sweet and white, 18238|The lute that has the highest note, 18238|And the friend that is best 18238|Is he that does a man good. 18238|I love the lily that doth bloom 18238|To bloom the fairest flower that blows, 18238|And the friend that is best 18238|Is he that does a man good. 18238|I love to see a lily so fair, 18238|I love a lute that's all divine, 18238|But never a friend is he 18238|Who does a man good. 18238|To do man's will and a man's owe 18238|Is best of all, I ween: 18238|When they do a man good, 18238|And his friend does a man good, 18238|Then they love the man they'll kill, 18238|And the man who does a man good. 18238|In the time before I knew it, in the time before I knew it, 18238|When I first was told 18238|That love in her eyes was a thing to love, and a thing to love, 18238|My dear, you'll forgive me now,--for a pleasant time it was, 18238|When it came to be. 18238|But my love goes to meet the stranger while I love her well. 18238|I love as it were a spirit's beam; but the spirit's beam 18238|That speaks or that beholds 18238|Is myself and, more than that, my soul, my dear, for you. 18238|There came a time in the history of the world when all the flowers 18238|Were one to the man who made them: 18238|If love were love, and life were but a span of the span of life, 18238|There had been nothing wanting for a name for this purpose. 18238|If it had been worth while to paint life and death, it was worth while,-- 18238|But no name was there for it. 18238|There are poets whose lives have been the poetry of dreams, 18238|And his was but an airy romance 18238|Among fair fairy memories and a rhapsody for a name; 18238|But I love him, and will love him, and hope he may read! 18238|I am sure we had a love for another thing, 18238|And if we had, no one now could know; 18238|But we must walk this earth together, and I love him, 18238|For I would not be lost in the sun! 18238|For I would not be lost in the world, for what's the world 18238|To him, now that his name is gone from this dust-cold earth. 18238|Though I may not sing as he sang it, 18238|Though he may not kiss as he kissed it, 18238|They shall know when his love hath ceased, 18238|And I could love him, I only would love him, 18238|And I would die with him, I only would die with him. 18238|So it's over, so it's over; 18238|Here's a word with an iron heart; 18238|'Twill not make us part again 18238|If we never meet again. 18238|If you have loved as she loved, 18238|If you thought as she thought, 18238|How could you ever sever? 18238|If you have suffered as she suffered, 18238|If you have known as she knows, 18238|Here's a word with a heart of praise! 18238|_This_ is the word that shall be blest 18238|When we meet, and the last word! 18238|A word with a heart of praise, 18238|A word to a world in need! 18238|When the world is proud and the world is great, 18238|How the words flow for a cause, 18238|Are they we that have spoken the word, 18238|For our sake and the world's we have helped? 18238|Are their deeds but a word's words-- 18238|As the flowers that blossom and fade and fall, 18238|When they make the ======================================== SAMPLE 4850 ======================================== 14757|The men that do not do their bit? 14757|The men in blue? 14757|Their work is out. 14757|They're not so fit to wage it well 14757|Who fight so long; 14757|They're out! 14757|The night is coming on a roll 14757|Of rain and thunder: it's time to start, 14757|The road stretches ahead, I'll get my pack. 14757|I'm off, and now I only care 14757|To do the best I can -- 14757|And so I start, and soon my heart is sore, 14757|For here I am again. 14757|I almost wish I hadn't got the slip, 14757|For now I feel so lost. 14757|A split second later I know 14757|That the things I do I know 14757|Must be a fluke or some freak of habit grown, 14757|I'm off, and now I only care 14757|To do the best I can. 14757|_'Tis a queer thing, the first time you come to town, 14757|That the houses look so queer; 14757|For they always used to do things a certain way, 14757|Old neighbours and all. 14757|The garden beds turn slowly, slowly up and down, 14757|Like boys in a run. 14757|It's just as if they just grew out of being boys; 14757|But I'm a folk of a different sort from theirs, 14757|Rather sceptical, suspicious, suspicious boys, 14757|And so I go my own way. 14757|No matter; here we are once more. I'm in town; 14757|Why, that is the reason I came. 14757|For some of the fellows ain't fit to take a lark, 14757|And some of the lads can't stand their heads up too. 14757|They's always a rush and a rush before the door, 14757|And they's a rush all the time. 14757|And I'm a folk that has a sort of a thirst 14757|For something that isn't slaked 14757|With good ale, and a good time, of course: 14757|And so I'm just about the luckiest folk 14757|That ever I've seen in all the world. 14757|I'm sure I'm not a folk that ought to care: 14757|My poor old father passed 14757|Before the time: he wasn't a very sound man, 14757|But he knew Jove and was a good soldier too. 14757|I wish him well: he wasn't a-living now, 14757|And maybe he can get it. What's to become? 14757|He's one of those fellows 14757|That's always been with us, 14757|Some way connected with the Mayor. 14757|We hear him at the club and the club: 14757|We must take his word for it, 14757|For he never seems to hesitate: 14757|He says one thing that's sure to set us off, 14757|And comes off straightway. 14757|Well, maybe it's nothing: 14757|I've a fancy to suggest: 14757|Since his departure's been black on his brother's eyes, 14757|Has everybody seen 14757|A new face in the street? 14757|Some fellows in the crowd that day look queer; 14757|I mean the new faces that are coming back; 14757|I'm sure they think some one's been away; 14757|But he doesn't look them any harm: 14757|He's always come off right. 14757|He's the kind that you might know, 14757|If only you knew what you're about; 14757|Though I don't think he'd stand too much on that count; 14757|And I've a bet that all the rest 14757|Are simply fakes. 14757|Come, let us ride; the country is so green: 14757|The way is wide and merry and free. 14757|If God had meant that we should leave the City, 14757|Here's an army to take us! What could we do? 14757|What would the world look like if we went there? 14757|The country is bright: we may ride and shoot: 14757|We can lie down and keep off frost and snow, ======================================== SAMPLE 4860 ======================================== 1304|And I was but awake to hear your tale, 1304|So much you've done for me; 1304|But I'll never thank you for the good 1304|You lent me;--I'll but bow my head and pray 1304|I may repay you in future. 1304|It needs no skill of thine or mine 1304|To show the difference 1304|Of an ideal life and this poor life 1304|That we lead. 1304|But the world's ways are blind, and so the ways 1304|Of man to right or wrong; 1304|And the thing that does us most injury 1304|Is to make us so. 1304|The world's ways are blind; and so we rise and fall 1304|By the mood in which we play; 1304|And though we may not see the changes come, 1304|The transient flowers may bloom and fade, 1304|Still we can see. 1304|Our lives are like the little grains of sand 1304|That in a certain place rise, 1304|And lie a while, a while, a little while, 1304|Unnoticed in the sea. 1304|But when the sea-wind sweeps them scattered from the shore 1304|In flakes of sifted spray, 1304|The little grains swell into a golden flower, 1304|A crimson, petaled flower. 1304|It takes a mighty wind to drive them scattered off 1304|Into the sea; 1304|And strong enough to sink ships in a tempest drear 1304|With nought to do but bloom. 1304|It is the strength of love--the sowing of the seed 1304|Of the wild-white flowering grain. 1304|'Tis the strength of love--the sowing, and the giving 1304|Of the crimson, petal-bloom. 1304|When I remember the strength of Love's love, remembering 1304|The sowing and the giving, 1304|It is as if I saw the time, and the power of Love's 1304|As the sower looks up and down 1304|With strength of love to sows the seed of life in him, 1304|And gives life to the reaper after him. 1304|Oft when I turn my thoughts with care to love, 1304|I think whether Love, the strong-bodied slave, 1304|He would not do this thing, this thing, this thing, 1304|Which is to say,-- 1304|It is a thing he would be wakened by, 1304|It is a thing he would be wakened by, 1304|With strength of hand, not sound of footstep, 1304|And give sign that he was wakened: 1304|This is the proof that Love is young; 1304|This is the strength of Love that stirs, 1304|Filling all beings with a spirit; 1304|This is the sign that Love is young: 1304|This is the time that Love is young; 1304|This is the sign that Love is old: 1304|This is the sign that Love is old: 1304|This is the sorrow of Love; 1304|This it is that grieves me most, 1304|And this is the grief that grieves me most. 1304|'Twas a night of wind and rain, 1304|When the night-fire glowed, o'er head 1304|The mountain moon hung white, 1304|And the wind howled, and the leaves 1304|Cocked and cracked in the trees; 1304|O'er the shining peak the hawk 1304|O'er the crystal ravine flew, 1304|And here and there in gaudy maze 1304|The silver shadow crept: 1304|And ever overhead 1304|The clouds lay in a row, 1304|A-cloudy heaven; and I 1304|Sat safe up-arm'd with song. 1304|And 'Twas midnight still, but more 1304|Might naught--I heard but wind: 1304|And from my window bare 1304|I saw the moon rise clear 1304|And bright above the hill: 1304|It glistened in the sun, 1304|It glistened in the wind, 1304|As in the glass I saw 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 4870 ======================================== 1211|Hath left his place in Heaven, and shall for our distress, 1211|And this our death, and our last, be the grand decease. 1211|The Lord is our author, and his work is good. 1211|The Devil was his guide, through Hell and the Deep. 1211|The Devil his friend; for he was guide and succour. 1211|The Devil his drink; for his soul did ascend up to the skies. 1211|The Devil his food; for he had both food and raiment. 1211|The Devil his power; for his flesh had no power 1211|Save what his Soul hath in him, whether white, or black. 1211|'I love,' he said, 'this Day, 1211|And oft I have said, 1211|'God make my love one league 1211|With my good wench and her.' 1211|The Devil and some of his Train 1211|Had a great feast and free; 1211|They gave the Devil for nought 1211|And passed it about. 1211|The Devil himself, as he heard say, 1211|Was full of sport and glee, 1211|And being all alone, 1211|He play'd the Devil a reel. 1211|He was all right; and would no more 1211|Than grace and grace sustain; 1211|But with his devilish tongue 1211|He dangled there and play'd. 1211|Then, by the Devil's grace, 1211|The good woman found 1211|A way to make the Devil's head 1211|Tortured and stuck as her own. 1211|Away he went with that same head, 1211|The Devil and his Train; 1211|Nor said a word for fear, 1211|But hung down his head like a bell. 1211|He was full sad of mood 1211|In the fire of the eyes; 1211|And as it burn'd more red, 1211|So he grew sad of mood for fear. 1211|Says the Devil, 'Here I have had 1211|A woman full of love, 1211|For God and her sake had she died, 1211|She had not died at all. 1211|I said, and she hath it so, 1211|I have to live with fear, 1211|The Devil said, The Devil's gone 1211|Into another world. 1211|I can live with dread alone, 1211|Or, if that other thing may be, 1211|With death too. The other too, 1211|If that my mind and my will 1211|May be of something so vast, 1211|I'll see what I can do.' 1211|'O Devil,' quoth the Devil, 1211|'Thou mad'st me in thy game; 1211|And Devil, thou hast threescore 1211|Yaun, and twelve months more.' 1211|This is that day, to the Devil 1211|Take good advice and not o'erlook; 1211|For every man, when the Devil 1211|Calls, may take. 1211|The Devil's a lover, 1211|And the Devil's a thief; 1211|And the Devil's a drunk. 1211|And the Devil's a fool, and 1211|The Devil's a knave; 1211|And the Devil's a full; 1211|And the Devil's a beggar. 1211|And the Devil's a knight: 1211|And what's in a name, lass, 1211|May be no more than what 1211|Is in a word, lass; 1211|Whatever is in a name 1211|May come to nothing but a name. 1211|To the Devil take this line 1211|When your heart is hard, by day, 1211|Thou wilt be all the friend; 1211|And, when night brings all caress, 1211|Thou wilt be all the foe; 1211|But, ere the light of thine e'e 1211|Yawns on the sleeper's face, 1211|Thou wilt make it face to peevish, 1211|And to such as hate thyself 1211|For the griefs they feel: even so, 1211|When ======================================== SAMPLE 4880 ======================================== 1165|But the child was silent on its lips. 1165|As the waters rush 1165|When the frosty dawn 1165|Lets fall in flakes the snow, 1165|So we, the poets, see our souls 1165|Slide away and pass, and make no sound. 1165|They say that poets sleep, yet still 1165|I say that they sleep well; 1165|And I think, when poets sleep, 1165|I shall feel as if all pain 1165|Were forgotten in a lull of ecstasy. 1165|To-night I have been a sad fool, 1165|Singing with the birds 1165|When nothing better they could choose 1165|Than tune-notes for their way! 1165|But who are they that sing 1165|To-night in their nest; 1165|Their notes are like the sea-shells, 1165|Their throats as soft as flute-strings, 1165|Their throats are still as ice, 1165|A song like the whippoorwill's: 1165|Not for my verse, but for them. 1165|They have their day of music 1165|All day, like me; 1165|They sing when the sun is shining, 1165|They sing when the moon is shining; 1165|But I say, when the breeze 1165|Has passed on its way, 1165|That all the poets of To-morrow 1165|Who sleep in their nest to-night 1165|Will sleep till morning! 1166|A Child's Song 1166|"The night is quiet, the moon looks forth. 1166|I am the child that you see before you. 1166|I know no fear, no sorrow, no want: 1166|I only want a mother's name to know me." 1166|A child's song: 1166|"I only ask a mother's name to know; 1166|A mother's name is all I need to see, 1166|There's nothing more I know: 1166|My name is Mary, though many a night I've seen 1166|The stars in the night sky, and read in prayer, 1166|My name is Mary--a child dear to fame. 1166|And oh, I only want a mother's name to know me; 1166|So that at last when I am grown to man's estate 1166|You may forgive me 1166|For singing and for reading and for reading." 1166|"You do me wrong, my little child, you must be 1166|So wide and wistful in your ways and fancies. 1166|You never do my little daughter Mary wrong. 1166|You always was a child 1166|And rarely growled, never roared or swore, 1166|Nor never called the things that are now grown dim, 1166|Now grown dim in front of me." 1166|A child's song: 1166|"The great sun hides the ground. 1166|I only ask a mother's name to know: 1166|A mother's name is all I need to know, 1166|As I grow older all my words grow wise to me. 1166|Mothers, I know, are like green flowers 1166|We planted when our dear ones were born; 1166|But the world knows they lived when they were dead." 1166|A child's song: 1166|"My little girl says she loves me, dear: 1166|Would she were really mine, dear! 1166|Then, too, would I be as much her friend 1166|As she is of mine, dear!" 1166|A child's song: 1166|"I only ask a little place, dear, 1166|And only I, my friend. 1166|It may be rough, and cold, and wet, and damp, 1166|And wet with rain or with the feet of death. 1166|And oh, the heart in this, though it be sadd, 1166|Should always be the sweetest ever found; 1166|The sweetest that was made, and the last that's slain." 1166|A child's song: 1166|"The snow lies deep upon me, dear, 1166|And all the ways are sad; 1166|And I long for the home of my young days, 1166|And I wish the house itself were dead; 11 ======================================== SAMPLE 4890 ======================================== 13650|Who came to her house, 13650|"I was a gallant ship, 13650|And I sailed in the bay;" 13650|While his wife looked at him, saying: 13650|"What do you mean by that, 13650|What is the matter with you?" 13650|"A ship came to my house!" 13650|"A ship went to your house?" 13650|"A ship went to your house!" 13650|"And what did it find in the house?" 13650|"A letter full of weeping, 13650|And quite enough of weeping, 13650|And quite enough of weeping, 13650|From Peter Pettigrew, 13650|Wrote to his friend James Callaghan 13650|(Peter Pettigrew was his brother); 13650|And begged he would look after things 13650|Until the clock struck twelve, 13650|And then, to ease his conscience, 13650|He wouldn't look after things 13650|Till Gabriel, the watchman, 13650|Went knocking at Peter Pettigrew. 13650|"This Peter Pettigrew is mine! 13650|I am a year older than he!" 13650|Then Peter did as he was bid; 13650|And when the time had come to rise, 13650|He put his great coat on, 13650|And, with his brother in the garden, 13650|He knocked at Peter Pettigrew. 13650|And then, with his brother in the garden 13650|He stood upon the roof, 13650|Outside his brother's door; 13650|Peter knocked; the door was unlocked; 13650|Peter knocked again; 13650|The latch let go; the spider spun; 13650|The clock struck twelve; 13650|He heard the sound of wings 13650|In the distance, faint and far, 13650|Like the rustle of leaves in May. 13650|The moment seemed to Peter Pettigrew 13650|Like an hour of prayer 13650|Upon the hour of dawn; 13650|Then Peter did not knock again, 13650|Which was still allowed him, 13650|But, standing on the roof, he heard 13650|Soft words not understood,-- 13650|"Think not, Peter, think not, my dear, 13650|How a heart so young could feel 13650|Such things, but, oh, no! 13650|Peter will not come to-day, 13650|For he has work to do; 13650|He must wash the plate away, 13650|And sweep the dishes fair, 13650|And look as clean as any dame, 13650|And draw as neat a bed." 13650|Then Peter went his way, 13650|And the poor old Peter stood 13650|Upon the porch like one 13650|Who had hardly learned to walk. 13650|But when he got to his work 13650|All was dirty and old; 13650|For the spider had made a web 13650|As big as any weaver's. 13650|He was not whitewashed; 13650|His legs were askew, Peter Pettigrew; 13650|His belly was large and round; 13650|And his back was much too large. 13650|The web was as long as he, 13650|And as thin as any weaver, 13650|And as high as any weaver. 13650|He swept it clean 13650|With his little sieve, 13650|And made sure that no spider had been 13650|By taking care with a skimmer. 13650|And when he'd finished, 13650|He made up an urn 13650|In which each mound of dirt was filled, 13650|With so much as three grains of sand: 13650|Then he weighed it, 13650|And when it was exactly weighed, 13650|He made up his urn, 13650|And laid it out in a row 13650|In the middle of the yard. 13650|As soon as Peter saw it, 13650|He took out his sieve, 13650|And sifted the dust 13650|Round and round, 13650|Till he had made a well 13650|In a cranny 13650|Of the sleeve of his coat. 13650|Now he filled each cranny 13650 ======================================== SAMPLE 4900 ======================================== 16059|Vílez y ellos, ¡calle me viendo; 16059|¡Malditas días del mar, 16059|No me amo atrás en su leto, 16059|Honda viene el pueblo 16059|En su velo, todo á su leto. 16059|Tú me los estrellaron los hombres, 16059|Pero yo te amo su dolor; 16059|Ya volando el hombre su afán, 16059|¡Tierra! es para los vices 16059|Del pueblo de San Sebastian. 16059|Nada me llanto el misterioso, 16059|Ya buscar, siempre están: 16059|¡La verdad se muda, se me veía! 16059|Ví que, me enamorado ajena, 16059|Á los cielos te cantando, 16059|Y deja en la noche vida, 16059|¡La verdad se muda! á las flores 16059|Se halla mi sér, y deja entrega 16059|Que yo no hushan contigo; 16059|¡Te cantaré, mi sonido, 16059|Al que yo esté en fiesta; 16059|Y yo en mejor, adalid; 16059|Yo no puede ninguno 16059|Con el alva mejor, ¡cantaré! 16059|Si el verde manto lo que me arrebá, 16059|Hoy que nunca la frondosa mancha, 16059|Siempre en vano sobre mi dolor. 16059|«Puella ciega,» no te viste, «sino 16059|Viene á su furor tu auster; 16059|Si á los ojos me roban 16059|Mi aguas naciones mi dolor, 16059|Porque no pasa con tu doncel, 16059|Que aun tenía sonara 16059|Al que no siento luego 16059|De poder y desdichado 16059|A mi frente y mi aguda. 16059|«Pues, que nada me plaze, 16059|Pues, que nada me raze; 16059|Yo vuestra el bien que me dejas 16059|En los mundos de otros nas 16059|La escudos, que es bien luego, 16059|Ya de los bienes tienes. 16059|«Y es enfologos de naciads 16059|De tus mundos de fazer son, 16059|Sino pues, que no las olas, 16059|Que ya me vuelve el cielo, 16059|Vender el aire en la patria: 16059|«Y es la madre con mío 16059|Vierte al ver se apagada, 16059|Vierte al decirtere se haya, 16059|En mí no quiere es la fe obsa, 16059|Todas las lágrimas que baja.» 16059|Cuando el aire me decía 16059|Al bien que me quierás mi honda, 16059|Hoy que no en la guía respira; 16059|Ese dura, y estaré, y sin 16059|De mi oído y mi frente había. 16059|No vive que mi mirad ... 16059|¡Ay triste! es para los míseros 16059|Y acaso en otros sabe; 16059|Si la dama de la guerra 16059|De la muerte me llaman: 16059|Que el dolor me llaman: 16059|No vió su llanto es senna. 16059|¡Buen estrellar! ¿Cuándo se quiera 16059|La invencibles de un tiempo son, 16059|La trompa transmogría 16059|Que haya fué mejores; 16059|Y más bello ======================================== SAMPLE 4910 ======================================== 3698|The great sun was upon his daily path, 3698|And the wind rose slowly, and the dark-wrought trees 3698|Drooped low, as though the great sun's rays they viewed. 3698|And all day long the little birds sang sweet 3698|Ascribed by the rhythm that no pen can write 3698|But the heart, the poet's heart, that heard the song, 3698|And loved the lovely harmony it made. 3698|Thus from day-dreams, till the hours sped on, 3698|The beautiful rhythm of old songs stilled 3698|The restless heart, which loved to dream about 3698|The sweetest things that in that rhythm grew; 3698|The beautiful rhythm of old songs stilled, 3698|And only the poet in the world can speak 3698|Of things with truth, the beautiful rhythm of old, 3698|And the bird-song, and song of the day-dream dies. 3698|With the love of the beautiful rhythm stilled, 3698|The music of ancient ways in songs revived 3698|Till the earth grew young, and life in every vein 3698|Grew lifelike as the songs of a bygone day. 3698|No, the great sun was never upon the grass 3698|To-day, but in ancient ways I find him there, 3698|And in the moon's dark circle day by day. 3698|He lives among us still: and from his beams 3698|Shall we not see what once he shone on, and, 3698|In that far future, take his memories home? 3698|For he is still among us, though, at times, 3698|No more, as with a sudden breeze unrolls 3698|His silken sail, to see the light that flits 3698|Afar ahead of the gale, before the sail 3698|In dim confusion flaps and flutters. 3698|And still, on a moment's passing see him sit 3698|At his spacious table, or, at his ease 3698|In the shadow of some lone tree seated, 3698|Couched on his cushion, with his full cup of peace 3698|Drinking a cup of life-advice to the heart. 3698|So lives the great sun; from day to day, 3698|Where'er he goes, where'er his beams can fall, 3698|The beautiful spirit moves along, rejoicing. 3698|But some there be, whose life is not so bright; 3698|These are the souls that God himself must shun. 3698|Their life is dark, and, in its dark, is sin. 3698|Ascetic prayer and pious fasting try; 3698|But they feel not that his life is not so bright, 3698|That still, on some dark night, he has not passed 3698|Among them on his throne like those immortal Gods. 3698|Behold, what splendid life he leads them through! 3698|From night to night, from day to day, his smiles 3698|Give life to all things; the swift hour's swift flight 3698|And night's mysterious silence are his all. 3698|So, by what subtle laws of body and brain 3698|That liveth, shall our great poet's life be led? 3698|His life shall be a constant song of love, 3698|A throb of joy, a thrill of gladness, all 3698|By turns the rapt singer's ecstasy. 3698|As through the streets of little London stray 3698|The busy humours of the market day, 3698|So, round his silent life, the poet lives 3698|Though all things else, in peace, be at their ease. 3698|No mirth is heard, no jests are his alone, 3698|For that which is, is, and that which was, are by; 3698|But he, whom to the secret meaning lies 3698|And to the soul of nature, in the sigh 3698|And murmur of the woodland, mars with song. 3698|The poet's life, as nature's, as his own, 3698|Touches no earthly thing; from earthly joys 3698|To heaven has so attained its longed-for aim, 3698|That earthly pleasure is his own delight. 3698|Yet sometimes, for a certain moment spent, 3698|He leaves the busy streets ======================================== SAMPLE 4920 ======================================== 38566|and the 'Eclogues', which were largely made 38566|adaptations of existing pieces,--these he used 38566|in 'Epigrammatic Pontifical Encyclicals' 38566|("the first time that encyclicals were published"), but 'tis 38566|not necessary to suppose that he translated any of them. 38566|If we grant him this concession, his style is, as his 38566|name implies, a rather serious one. He is, I mean, the 38566|original copy of Porphyro; but (like the original of the 38566|'Epigrams' is an obscure mixture of 'epigrams' and 38566|'inquisitions'. Both are very likely to have been written with a 38566|vivid and forceful mind, as if Homer and Bacon had found 38566|themselves in a cold country, and he wanted warmth and 38566|fanciful fire to vent the flood of emotion. 38566|It was in this spirit that he turned, about 1890, to the 38566|convention. The tone and language of his earlier pieces are 38566|often so forcibly expressed, and the pictures so brightly drawn, 38566|that the resemblance is almost absolute; and even at that 38566|time, it would hardly have been rational. The 'Hymn to Liberty' 38566|is a vivid and moving picture, of the struggle of a 38566|woman against an alien world; but a more serious picture of a 38566|woman against private force in her own life would have been 38566|familiar to Dante or Milton--and it was not his aim and 38566|duty to draw from it any real sympathy with the struggle 38566|of woman against her neighbours. The poem of 'The 38566|Laughter of the Desert' is obviously a reflection of some real 38566|life incident; and the poem in question is the very one in which 38566|his 'The Cuckoo and the Nightingale' was copied. What 38566|came of 'The Cuckoo and the Nightingale' will be more readily 38566|apprais'd by those who can see the difference, in this 38566|case, between an imitation imitation, and an original composition. 38566|One thing is certain: the original and the mimetic were 38566|one in thought and feeling; while the imitation, of a mere 38566|musician, or a mere poet, is certainly to the one, as 38566|well-accordant and even quite identical with the action and 38566|voice of the original composition.... For, if in his imitation, 38566|of Milton's 'I Sing the Song of the Piper,' it is 38566|of Milton, in a very great degree, that is here imitated. 38566|If it be denied that the style and imagery in his 38566|'The Book' are of this later vintage,--then it is denied 38566|by all who read the 'Poetical Works' that any want of 38566|the modern art and literary spirit was apparent in the 38566|motif and imagery of a great part of the poem. The 38566|'The Book' seems in other respects to have been written by 38566|a poet who belonged to an earlier stage of literary 38566|expression; and one of the facts which is admitted for 38566|proof of this is the language and the simile which are 38566|spoken by one of the lovers of Lucretius at the end of 38566|the 'Epistle to Phaedrus.' The lover's 'poetical love' 38566|in this poem is expressed in the simile of two lovers (a 38566|beautiful love-tale with a 'great deal of meaning' in it), 38566|but the poet is not said to have loved in the original way; 38566|he only had a special feeling for the charm of simile, which 38566|makes 38566|the beauty of verse; and we are to suppose that he was more 38566|pleased by the imitation of the pictures which were then 38566|gathered from the picture-palace of the sculptor Romus Catullus. 38566|There is a certain quality of feeling in the language of 38566|'The Book' which cannot be put down to mere imitation; 38566|something which he had almost instinctively inherited, as 38566|young as he was. But what is the nature of his feeling--the 38566|' ======================================== SAMPLE 4930 ======================================== 1365|With outspread arms and beckoning palms 1365|Shall call, and call again, and call with clamor, 1365|And call the King for ever, and for ever, 1365|To hear his prayerful, patient prayer 1365|When he, like a child, the Lord will bring 1365|From heaven's home, my baby dear. 1365|In this the third day of his birth, 1365|This child was born upon her lips 1365|As the air rises with the sun 1365|Or opens above the trees, 1365|When the trees are in a festive mood, 1365|And in the air a sweet aroma 1365|And music like of summer comes 1365|From the rich fields, and hills, and lakes, 1365|As the moon, by day, by night 1365|Gives to the earth a mellow radiance. 1365|The mother on her child's fair face 1365|Beheld the smiles upon his cheek 1365|As the night wind softly blew 1365|Through the still hours of her waking dream, 1365|And the tears that fell upon her cheek 1365|That night as her babe was born. 1365|In her arms, as she lay, that child 1365|Was to the mother pressed, and smiled 1365|As at that moment on her son. 1365|The mother opened her loving eyes, 1365|And the tears ran down in torrents, 1365|As her son began to speak, 1365|In tender tones and sweet and tremulous. 1365|"Mary, dear mother, Mary mother, 1365|Hear me, and I wish to God 1365|This life upon the earth were thine, 1365|That earth, and all therein, might rest 1365|Mine, my child. Thy father and my child 1365|I pray Thee to protect and keep." 1365|And with that word the mother clasped 1365|Her babe; the babe's dimpled smiling face 1365|Was bathed in the new-born infant's tears, 1365|Which trickled down his forehead gently. 1365|It was Mary's voice that Mary kept, 1365|As she softly turned away 1365|From the long procession and the sound 1365|Of the joyous town; and a sweet strain 1365|Played in her weary hands and feet. 1365|At darkness on earth's face I lay, 1365|In the far land; on earth, where the skies 1365|Still shone with a sweet light; in the land 1365|Of the land far filled with a pleasant light. 1365|The city-garths and the bridges by the sea, 1365|Were the windows open; the garb of land was mine; 1365|My children and my wife. So I dreamed and sowed, 1365|And a new morning came; and I sowed and reaped. 1365|All alone I heard the waves at sea; 1365|Where the shore lay like a sea-foam beach; 1365|But lo, I raised from life's dark womb, 1365|Its precious fruits to light as a window to my soul. 1365|Ah, I have gathered, for a little while, 1365|A gift to serve as a window to my soul, 1365|A gift beyond the wealth of the storehouse, 1365|An inheritance from her sire. 1365|I have known the sunbeams, my friends! 1365|And I have watched and I have loved. 1365|I have heard the waves with an answer mix 1365|Like the music of love upon that shore. 1365|And I have gathered, for a little while, 1365|A gift to serve as a window to my soul! 1365|All the days of my life, all the nights, 1365|I have watched and I have loved. Oh! I have lived 1365|All that I could live till the night I gave 1365|In return for that first-kiss. 1365|She is gone to the far countree, 1365|And the birds are singing 1365|Her name who was loved 1365|So faithfully, for such a love of her. 1365|She is gone to the far countree, 1365|And the wind is blowing, 1365|The sun is up; the birds will sing 1365|Of ======================================== SAMPLE 4940 ======================================== 26861|resemble the present word "she". But the word "she", with a few 26861|additional particles, such as æster, or æther, or æt, or 26861|fern, is found in the vernacular in every language. In languages 26861|the word is seldom employed; but in those of Europe, where 26861|the word was used until at least the sixteenth century, 26861|when its use declined in countries where the word was 26861|most commonly employed.] 26861|The word "pall," or "pout," or "pug," is found in 26861|the vernacular all the ages; but in Europe, being, in 26861|particular, in common use, the word in all the 26861|countries where it was most commonly employed. "Pout" or 26861|"pout," if used in Europe, is found only in England, 26861|where it has the form of "pass," is found only in France, 26861|where it has the form of "dout," and rarely occurs in Italy. 26861|The word "pout" appears in several of the Scandinavian 26861|dialects; but when it is employed as a noun it may be 26861|considered as a masculine noun, and has the 26861|meaning to pout, to pounce, to rattle. 26861|In America the word "pout" is not found in dialect; but 26861|it may be said of it, that it is a 26861|pawte or pantup, a pout, or a pan.] 26861|In India the word is vulgarly used for a little 26861|ball of wool or lambkins. 26861|The first use of the word in Europe is among the 26861|Cambria of France, who are mentioned as "pouffrant nobles, 26861|inventors of ball-flax, napkins, and rugs."] 26861|In India it is found among the Koil of India, 26861|who are often distinguished by their 26861|very much larger and finer bodies, and 26861|larger eyes (see Sketch IV.). The term may here be 26861|for the small and round eyes of ducks.] 26861|Of the ball-flax a specimen of this article was 26861|discussed, and is shown in Figure 31, where we 26861|observed the existence of two opposite posts 26861|in the end of a ball, which may be observed to have 26861|two balls at one point, and one at another; in 26861|which case the posts must have been made in a round 26861|jointed fashion. The ball-flake has been seen to 26861|be made of several kinds, of which the one of those 26861|could only be made of wool, as appeared 26861|in the illustration of a specimen given in 26861|the second sketch of the work (p. 53). We know nothing of 26861|the manufacture of the ball-flake in Europe, but there is 26861|certainly not enough variety in their 26861|nomenclature in order to afford an exact 26861|definition; which would probably give, like many 26861|in this business, a rather fine specimen, by the 26861|formulation of the definition, and without which 26861|the description would be too imperfect.] 26861|The ball-flax is of the species of wool, and the 26861|bark of the deer; it is found everywhere in Europe, 26861|and may be thus distinguished.] 26861|The ball-flax is in a great measure manufactured 26861|throughout Europe, and may be thus distinguished from 26861|the wool of the rabbit (see Sketch VIII. below), 26861|and the deer (see Sketch XI.). It is found in 26861|the East at the rate of one half per annum, in some 26861|certain parts of India: the ball-fleece is of linen, 26861|and the ball-leaf resembles that of lambs; we suppose it 26861|to be of a softer material than the sheep's wool, as ======================================== SAMPLE 4950 ======================================== 1322|"There came from the country, my mother came and saw, 1322|My father came and stood with tears upon his cheek. 1322|The bride is bridal, she is coming, my father is coming, 1322|Come to the wedding of a maid, I love this bride for this woman. 1322|A mother and a lover; and I knew this one was bride, 1322|These are my friends, my sweetheart, my wife, the joy of all my band, 1322|These are the friends, the sweetheart is coming, I love this bride for this woman." 1322|I'm going to ride again and ride my pony by day, 1322|To see the mountains, the valleys, and the woody streams, 1322|And the old familiar places, the way of boys and men, 1322|That I could return them o'er and o'er to my old home and bride, 1322|On the plains of old France, 1322|For I must not return to see his home, 1322|To see his grave, his grave where he has gone, and the grass green at the 1322|The wind and the rain in the night by the roadside, 1322|They sweep the land of the horse, 1322|And there's naught but his dust under the grass, 1322|The road's an endless valley, 1322|The rain and the wind come and go, 1322|And on and on goes the rain, till it stops, 1322|And on and on goes the wind; 1322|The sky goes down, and the sky goes up, 1322|And the hills are all a-twinkle and red. 1322|And now you'll see the old familiar place, 1322|You'll see the grave, the grave, for your bride, my daughter daughter, 1322|The place is in the valley and the wood, 1322|He left here, a horseman brave--what's his name? 1322|No lady that ever has been seen. 1322|Oh, the land is so old history, 1322|I have been to the old house near the town, 1322|I have been there of old, a horseman bold, 1322|And there's nothing in the land that's not his own. 1322|A maiden gone home from the races, 1322|You see a horseman, young and tall, 1322|He rides a-horse, my daughter, my son, 1322|A maiden gone home from races. 1322|A maiden gone home from horse-shorse, 1322|A bride at the door with children at their backs, 1322|The morn is like June, and the sky is blue, 1322|The sunset-glow is like tobacco, the sun, 1322|And the light music is the pulse and beat of souls. 1322|There's music, music everywhere, 1322|In the meadows green with grass and clover, 1322|There's music, music everywhere, 1322|By the graves of heroes, by the graves of kings, 1322|In the home of the young in the old graves, 1322|And the old graves of the old in the old homes. 1322|And all, with their music and their sunsets green, 1322|With grass and clover, and children at the backs, 1322|Hear the pulses of the ages, the pulses of nations, 1322|The pulse and beat of souls in graves for lovers slain for honor. 1322|I've been to them all, my daughter dear, 1322|I've been to them all, my son and son-in-law, 1322|I've been to them both, my son and child-in-law, 1322|And their loved ones I've come to see as they lie in their beds. 1322|I've looked upon their faces, their eyes, 1322|I've seen their hair, their manner, their air, 1322|I've been with them in those old moments, 1322|I've been to them in other years and years, 1322|Watching the face would-be of loved ones, 1322|Hear the anguish of those already dead, 1322|Watching so closely the eyes and the lips. 1322|I watched, I listened for a words to be given. 1322|They never came, nor did I speak to my loved ones, 1322|Nor did I take the form ======================================== SAMPLE 4960 ======================================== 3305|With eyes like the sea, with hair like the dew, 3305|And a voice as a song and as tender. 3305|And the land is asleep by the riverside, 3305|With the leaves on the ground and the flowers of May 3305|And a dream of the golden days of old, 3305|And a voice on the waters. 3305|The dream that I dreamed was of the south, 3305|When the winds were a-singing like the birds 3305|And the waves of the sea, and the skies were bright 3305|With the glory of the day, with the glory 3305|And glow of the moonlight, when the sea 3305|Was like the soul of my heart ere it slept. 3305|The dream for my heart was in the land 3305|Of the beauty of the sunset and the light 3305|And the glory of the moonlight; and I thought 3305|We would build us a nest of the palms there, 3305|And we would dream of the glory of May, 3305|And sing in the silence of the night of a song, 3305|And watch the clouds come flying, swinging, 3305|Over the sky and the earth and the flowers 3305|In the golden dawn of the night. 3305|And soon a troop of birds as bright as the sun, 3305|Flashed over the meadows and the fields again, 3305|And I heard the trilling of their sweetest song:-- 3305|"And we are home, home, home, oh, who knows? 3305|We have found her, brave heart of my heart, 3305|That is sleeping in the drowsiness of the land. 3305|We are here with her for all her dreams, 3305|And we will dream while the days flow by, 3305|We will never think of her as anything, 3305|Till we wake to fall at her feet with gladness." 3305|The sun was coming up like a red and white spear, 3305|And I thought of the love that was waiting for me 3305|In many a land, 3305|And I thought of her as the soul of music, 3305|And of the love that the angels ever sang with me, 3305|(O, I had left my heart behind in the west, 3305|And I wanted to be home with the sea to-day.) 3305|And I thought how the sea waves were singing 3305|To the wind in the morning, 3305|And I dreamed of the joy of being home, 3305|And of the music and the grace 3305|Of the glory of the day and the magic of dawn. 3305|And I said, "Sweet, sweet, I am coming home, 3305|The song is done, the dream is past, 3305|The voice is gone, and the eyes that were shining 3305|Are as lifeless as gold." 3305|(I am sure I am singing the same strain 3305|Though I may have different words.) 3305|By the shore of the sea I was dreaming, 3305|I thought of the beauty of green 3305|And the beauty of the earth that was mine alone, 3305|(I had left it all behind, dear, on the shore.) 3305|Then a hand drew me closer and pressed my face 3305|To a stone, and a song that I heard broke forth, 3305|(It had been many days since I had heard it well, 3305|And I was tired of hearing things I cannot know.) 3305|And I said, "Sweet, dear, you have brought me well 3305|And told of the beautiful years that are gone, 3305|And I want to be home with the sea to-day. 3305|There is never a star that shines in the sky, 3305|There is never a sea wave there to be drifted, 3305|And I am home, and the sun will never shine again, 3305|For I love you, and I love my dear, and I sing, 3305|"I love you, my God, I love you, and I sing …" 3305|I could not hear my sweetheart's song, 3305|Nor the music of the breeze, 3305|And that was not right, for the voice 3305|I would never hear in my life. 3305|And I took a little to myself, ======================================== SAMPLE 4970 ======================================== 7164|I saw my soul, that once was young 7164|In all men's eyes; 7164|But when they saw me old and gray 7164|It made no moan. 7164|They raised it up to meet 7164|The world with proud disdain, 7164|And set it on a level height 7164|With those that held it then. 7164|But I have walked 'mid men alive 7164|And watched their hearts grow old 7164|And all their thoughts grow wise and brave, 7164|The dreams that now are flown. 7164|And I have watched my spirit too 7164|Change from a boy to a man, 7164|For a high purpose, that I know, 7164|And one that knows nought. 7164|The dreams that I shall see to-night 7164|Will be as bright as they? 7164|And will they be as sad as they? 7164|My spirit asks! 7164|And will the light that once streamed from thine eyes 7164|Change now--I cannot tell-- 7164|And will the tears we shed for fear of the old, 7164|Come as sweet as they are? 7164|I stand upon a lofty hill, 7164|And I sit in thy silent eyes, 7164|Watching the shadows pass; 7164|And I know that my soul shall lie 7164|In the heart of thy soul there, 7164|To rest in that quiet sphere 7164|To-night at last. 7164|I walk in the city streets, 7164|Where the night goes by; 7164|And I hear the sounds of toil 7164|From a thousand tongues! 7164|With the people of this people, 7164|They have made me king! 7164|For I know that a higher power, 7164|Beyond the reach of men, 7164|Sits above this frail little world, 7164|To which we cannot reach; 7164|And that God who is love, who is peace, 7164|Has sent me to lead His city 7164|With mighty hands. 7164|As I walk in thy golden streets, 7164|Where the people go, 7164|And each man comes a suppliant-- 7164|A stranger there--to thee, 7164|As he came to Christ, my father! 7164|As a man to the child he loves-- 7164|A friend without shame-- 7164|As one by one his friends repair 7164|And wait for him in their place-- 7164|As one by one his friends repair 7164|And wait for him in their place -- 7164|As one by one the pilgrims stand 7164|To bless the king of kings, 7164|The crown is given when all is spent 7164|For a day at the altar; 7164|As one by one he comes and forth 7164|Showing a sign of joy to all 7164|As one by one the pilgrim kings 7164|With flowers in their hair, 7164|That the dust of the world may seem 7164|One time to the heart of the pilgrim kingdom! 7164|The king of kings has no crown of gold; 7164|He brings not gifts of silver and stone. 7164|In thy heart is his great gift given, 7164|If he would give the dust of the world! 7164|The king of kings no crown of gold; 7164|When he has heard the word of the bride, 7164|If he would have the dust of the world! 7164|It says in the Scriptures that He 7164|Who is love, peace and majesty, 7164|And who cometh unbotched and bowed 7164|With all his broken and unshriven band, 7164|When he comes not in an armor plain, 7164|And makes no great deal of those things, 7164|And is known as a man for no such thing, 7164|Should wear no crown with a heart to please. 7164|Thou art the king whose people know 7164|The face of their king, whose people know 7164|The name of the king whose people know, 7164|And by what sign that the king whose people know. 7164|I am the man whose people know 7164|The glory of the man whose people know, 7164|And how through the darkness ======================================== SAMPLE 4980 ======================================== 1279|And I shan't say the same for you, 1279|If, as for one, you die! 1279|O, you poor, neglected creatures 1279|That live, yet cannot die! 1279|O, speak! speak! speak! speak! 1279|For, sadly honest, you 1279|Live on--and are well enough 1279|In your mothers' arms yet. 1279|I've seen the flower of Beauty 1279|Pass from the bower of bliss, 1279|But still I weep its dateless blossom, 1279|It's dust amid the flowers: 1279|And all too cheap as thou art to buy romantic verse, 1279|Thy verse is still with me,-- 1279|The withered leaf is still-- 1279|The maiden now is left alone-- 1279|And we, poor mites that we are, 1279|Are left alone to moan. 1279|And yet, as Time has oft decreed, 1279|When I remember 1279|The sweet-heart left, I feel a strange disappointment and dismay; 1279|And though it be, as all men do, 1279|A curious, though a strange, event, 1279|Yet I remember, oh, how strange this change has been! 1279|There are maids, when love o'er, 1279|Laden with bliss to give, 1279|Whose heart the fause of flame 1279|Of passion could but know, 1279|Or he who in those kisses died. 1279|There are, with life unslain, 1279|Whose fond fancies languish, 1279|Who, in the dying ember, think to bid a last good-by! 1279|Forget the dead, forget the past, 1279|And be ye cheerless Future never. 1279|Be Fate unkind 1279|To your best wishes, who have striv'n 1279|To win the maid, whom ye did desire! 1279|Be Fate still kinder kinder 1279|To a present lover, who in soul 1279|Hath your short life well experienc'd,-- 1279|Whose wish you sadly stren'n't, yet can find vent to speak! 1279|The last of his sweet time 1279|A lonely widower cam, 1279|Widowed, and for the last time free. 1279|The cottagers their tenantage did meet and sever, 1279|He left his darling--he the dearest--for the dear, dear, dear 1279|As fause as ever could a dog be, with his face a hunter's, 1279|The farmer threst him--the wretch, "Ha, ha!" quoth he, "and 1279|And a thousand cries he bare, and nothing durst the fellow 1279|Fade in his heart, and the thought is quite forgot; 1279|But O she's nae my ain, she's lov'd till the morrow--he's ta'en her 1279|"But lo! yestreen, wi' sprightly throttle great mair speed was 1279|buzzin' the bane and the licht, 1279|While in his lady's pibroch the strathspeaun shook the birk-tree, 1279|But the dame was wauken, and sae stauken, and sae strae-leapple'd, 1279|The auld wife's aye thro' her apron-tail unco happy, 1279|She think'd, the least thing that ony could undo her! 1279|"But he's got him, sir, in the hirples, and on account of the fause 1279|In a fause day I was glad ony that he gaed awa'; 1279|Altho' I knew that he'll ne'er return, I was as certain that he'd 1279|And when next he comes, ye're sure to hear, 1279|Ye'll hear in your hallow'd een that his name is Nane! 1279|The gowans and the doublets I wish him luck in his wantonness; 1279|It were a sin to be sad when the chap's return'd." 1279|Hereupon spak the old man, 1279|"Nane, he is as sic a lad as ever we brought hame; ======================================== SAMPLE 4990 ======================================== 1568|And, I think, I heard a voice reply:- 1568|The world is in a whirlwind so. 1568|Oh, I am weary of the thrumming of drum and banjo. 1568|We've been living in the wilderness, 1568|Whare the wind blows free and the land's so green, 1568|Where the young suns ride like fawns on a trail 1568|Across the purple West, 1568|And the high stars whistle out of their arches of blue. 1568|They're dancing round the fires of the world 1568|To the music of their tune, 1568|And the wind in the hollow trees is a-shouting 1568|As they meet the ripe clover blooms, 1568|And a-blowing thro' the golden hours. 1568|But we have heard too much of the wind-flurry 1568|And the night-shatter by the Ways, 1568|And the cries of the folk in the villages, 1568|And the clanging sounds and whirr 1568|Of the wheel of the flying days. 1568|And our hearts are weary of the whirr, 1568|And of the nights of the world's great rout. 1568|We'll sit on the grass-top if it's green, 1568|And gaze at the stars, and kiss at the sea, 1568|And the song in our souls and the wind in our lungs. 1568|We'll do the little good that we know, 1568|And the little that we hope for the day, 1568|And make the world a little better yet 1568|Thinking of the things that are to be. 1568|If the world will have no more green days, 1568|If the world has no more flowers, 1568|We'll eat our food and sleep on our plates, 1568|And never, never weep. 1568|If the world will have no more days, 1568|We'll never count the hour of dew; 1568|It has grown too weary to be done, 1568|For there's never a flower to be bought. 1568|We'll do our chores and go to bed 1568|As clock and toaster go to sleep, 1568|With never an hour too weary 1568|For one thing that's just begun. 1568|The moon shines on the valley wide, 1568|The golden clouds sail north and west, 1568|The water is all light. 1568|There's never a song to wake the dawn, 1568|There's never a moon to light the skies, 1568|But things are all so still and fair 1568|That it seems as they are sleeping. 1568|I will not weep 1568|When I see the children, white and tall, 1568|Sitting still, 1568|Watching with thirst for nought to eat. 1568|They seem not to have any play - 1568|A very artificial joy, 1568|Created purely for their sake. 1568|'Twere better if they were sent away 1568|From childish occupations. 1568|There's something dull and empty now - 1568|A thing of very little worth; 1568|For what is it but the dream of rest - 1568|The dream of to-morrow, too bright? 1568|Yet, when in mists and shadows huddled, 1568|They lie and dream with eyes of pain, 1568|Dream, till their hidden hurts arise, 1568|And gnaw away their hearts in vain? 1568|Ah, those were childish ways, 1568|When dreams were all so drear; 1568|Ah, those were childish ways 1568|When hope was all so sweet, 1568|And youth its perfect eveings brought. 1568|The flowers are grown, and yet 1568|They breathe the balmy gale: 1568|A brighter light shall never beam. 1568|Still the dark trees flow 1568|Into a dream of peace; 1568|And the white flowers that kissed our way, 1568|Still cling to our remembrance still. 1568|The sun has faded from the scene - 1568|The moon has sunk to rest, 1568|And we linger and listen, while 1568|Our hearts go seeking his bright eye. 1568|The day is far too soon, 15 ======================================== SAMPLE 5000 ======================================== 1568|And I am the most impotent. 1568|In the dark and the wind I am a slave - 1568|When the wind shakes my head I shivers - 1568|And all night through the wind I can only cry. 1568|And sometimes the wind that blows in the dark 1568|I hear cry out in a voice of weeping, 1568|And the trees cry out to me in the night 1568|How many are the dead in the land of the night. 1568|Out of the darkness, I cry: what number 1568|Are all the dead in the land of the night? 1568|The night is black with wind, 1568|And the black wind screams that we must save them; 1568|O, but, if we save them, what number 1568|Are all the dead in the land of the night? 1568|The night is black with wind; 1568|But we must save the dead, 1568|The wind is silent, I cry, for all. 1568|The night is black, and the wind is still, 1568|And the night rocks the stars, and the sky is grey, 1568|And the stars are all crying, 'Save them! Save them!' 1568|The stars are shouting, 'Save them! 1568|Save them, oh, save them! 1568|Save the dead from the dark!' 1568|The night is black with wind; 1568|The black wind screams, 'I will wind them.' 1568|He is shouting, 'Save them!' and 'Save the dead.' 1568|Our hands and feet are futile, futile, 1568|The sea, the wind, the night is rocking us, 1568|And no one will save us from the dark. 1568|He is shouting, 'Save them! 1568|Save the dead!' and 'Saves the dead!' 1568|The wind is silent, silent, for all. 1568|My heart and I are doomed, 1568|All the winds are round us 1568|And the sea rolls up its thoughts, 1568|And my heart rocks in its spite; 1568|Heaven hangs the sun in space, 1568|With us he lies in torment, 1568|The long bright sun in the sky is breaking his bow, 1568|And the stars, like white wings, look down in a pit-fall of light. 1568|But he keeps the wind at bay, 1568|He is the master of the sea, 1568|He will find a way through it all for him. 1568|He is silent the whole day long 1568|He will lift the heavy clouds, 1568|He will find a way through them all for him. 1568|The sun looks down and the sky looks down, 1568|He will find a way to love in his hour of despair. 1568|He is silent, silent, and weary 1568|(How can he speak when all the sea is so still and white?) 1568|The water is all that he can hear, 1568|He will find a way through it all for him. 1568|He is silent, silent, and weary, 1568|He will find a way to love in his hour of pain. 1568|The stars look down in love, and the wind looks down in scorn, 1568|He will find a way through it all for him. 1568|He is silent, silent, and weary, 1568|He will find a way to love in his hour of woe. 1568|I am silent, silent, and weary, 1568|I have only my eyes for witness 1568|In the great abyss of my soul for him. 1568|He will find a way through it all for him. 1568|He is silent, silent, and weary, 1568|And the stars look down in silence on the dead. 1568|He has found his own way into the night, 1568|He has found his way out of the day. 1568|The tide is a grey sea-gull, 1568|Flapping out to land, 1568|But all the sea-people there 1568|Crowd beneath its wings 1568|Like ghosts under the sea, 1568|It flaps on, flaps out to sea, 1568|Crowded, clamorous, afraid, 1568|To get at them--any one 1568| ======================================== SAMPLE 5010 ======================================== 1279|The king's in heering, but the country's in the gorse. 1279|But the gorse the better for the king; 1279|For the courtly heart will ne'er agree to that: 1279|For 'twas in the king's furst that the queen's heart was born! 1279|Tune--"When I came to my Lord Lennox's Mortuary." 1279|Now to the drinking-bout, gillies and gillies, 1279|And a glass of Baile-borgan! 1279|When I came to my Lord Lennox's Mortuary, 1279|A poor houlet lay in that chamber; 1279|And a ghost that night was seen to fly 1279|From that chamber unto the bar. 1279|The wretched houlet in distress 1279|Thus spake unto his horrid guardian: 1279|"A ghastly ghost I am, that haunt thee! 1279|And it grieves me much to see thee! 1279|"And thou diddest keep my heart from harm, 1279|And gave'st me food and rugs to wear; 1279|Thou mad'st me give this bleeding hart 1279|A crust of bread to eat. 1279|"Now, what profit that thou gav'st me this, 1279|To eat, though thou didst kill my hart!" 1279|That night, by night, in sorrowing mood, 1279|In chamber, chamber, hall, and ward, 1279|The mournful ghosts of Lennox and his men 1279|In mazes all the morrows passed. 1279|The wretched houlet was in great distress, 1279|To see her husband in the ward; 1279|She called aloud for Eo for her sake, 1279|To come and see that hart. 1279|But when her lord's return she could not find, 1279|She found a different Eo; 1279|She sought for her kind sister, Clytie, 1279|And when she came to Eo again, 1279|She found the same dread houlet there. 1279|They took her to the chamber, and there kiss'd, 1279|An anxious houlet there was she: 1279|Her heart within her beat again, 1279|For ever, for ever, as she kenn'd. 1279|O the sad houlet! her poor lord was dead, 1279|She was in deep despair; 1279|So on she ran, and through the wood so far, 1279|(The houlet cried with weeping,) 1279|She met poor little Cuninneen 1279|With half the world a stranger. 1279|Eo heard the widow Cuninneen cry, 1279|As poor Eo ran weeping by, 1279|"My husband! my dearest husband! why 1279|Dost thou lie within thy grave?" 1279|"Lay him in 'mantel,' fair lady, I pray thee, 1279|And have thy hart for wife: 1279|"For, if I living were, I 'd share thy pain, 1279|I would not be the weak one's friend. 1279|"I have a sister in the king's court, 1279|Whose heart I here would heal; 1279|But, oh! that hart is white with with age, 1279|Or else my soul is come again!" 1279|With hounds and hounds' hollowness down the mountain, 1279|They have missed the hart o' Lennox; 1279|Now only hart and hollowness make chase, 1279|And Lennox's hart may outmatch them. 1279|Up and down the hart descends, 1279|And down the hart descends, 1279|But still the hollowness doth go round, 1279|The hollowness goes round. 1279|O, the king has heard o' late, I ween, 1279|Upon some rugged knightly mead, 1279|A story of a lady fair, 1279|Whom the knights shot through and through 1279|For the love of chivalry. 1279|This lady was a Dando true, 1279|And had lost her Knight on the green, 1279| ======================================== SAMPLE 5020 ======================================== 20956|Whereon the bluebird to and fro 20956|The trees in silence doth re-bellow, 20956|While she, the flower of all the grove, 20956|Lures on the dewy grass to sun: 20956|And thus, for ever with the sun, 20956|The flowers of all the wood are reared: 20956|In silent awe the woods adore 20956|The Goddess of the forest's power. 20956|So to me thou turn'st with humble love, 20956|And ask'st me from the happy band 20956|That loves the grassy meads around, 20956|To look with its own longing eyes, 20956|On this and that green spot alone. 20956|There came one day a gallant knight 20956|To knightly games and tournaments; 20956|And riding by a tree's clear stem, 20956|He saw a maiden fair and free. 20956|Said that young knight to his right hand apprentice, 20956|"Well sung is that sweet, free strain!" 20956|To his left hand apprentice made answer, 20956|"She loves it well herself!" 20956|I've seen the green in ancient lands 20956|Like leaves with leaves interstrown; 20956|I've seen the yellow of the rose, 20956|The yellow of the poppy-seeded corn; 20956|And all around the garden's sheen, 20956|The bright blue of the autumnal sky, 20956|I've seen the rich blue of the May. 20956|I've seen the sweet in spring may, 20956|And ever since I can remember 20956|I've loved it more and more. 20956|I've seen the bright in autumn's gray, 20956|The soft blue of the April sky; 20956|And even through the leafless tree, 20956|Like some lone spirit's song, I've strayed. 20956|The colors now, they seem to bide, 20956|The flowers that once were mine, 20956|The garden-bloom that's gone forever, 20956|The meadow-grasses grown, 20956|By many a sunbeam's silver light, 20956|Now know not May's sweet sight 20956|And all their faded grace, 20956|Nor May's fair glory, green and bright, 20956|Shall be the same to me. 20956|I go from happy lands: 20956|My father may be here, 20956|Or where the western seas roll; 20956|And yet I am not sad. 20956|My life is dark and lone: 20956|My kindred are abroad 20956|And live to see me come; 20956|Yet I am not sad. 20956|I go from joy and light: 20956|My brother may be far: 20956|Yet I am not sad. 20956|My life was not in yonder west-- 20956|But if I had to die 20956|I'd die with him and weep, but now-- 20956|O, weep for him! and for his sake 20956|That mourns to see me here. 20956|O, thou with the deep dark eye, 20956|And the broad crown of gold, 20956|Whom the gods, and the gods in haste, 20956|Would turn and say "Hahnsumai," 20956|And make a loud laughing song 20956|To welcome thee to heaven. 20956|Who art thou, that with such fame 20956|Should I be heralded hither? 20956|Wilt thou come with a small band 20956|And bid thy coming tell? 20956|Wilt bring with thee a little band 20956|My glad-eyed people here, 20956|To wait the welcome of the King-- 20956|Who, when he sees this crowd, 20956|Will make it sign and seal, 20956|And will, by token, lead them out 20956|Into the light, all men. 20956|As to a child a slave thou art 20956|And I to my dear friend the King; 20956|Yet we have not come in vain, 20956|But we have won our justest right 20956|And willed the right unquelled 20956|Against a thousand years of wrong. 20956|O! was it not the might 20 ======================================== SAMPLE 5030 ======================================== 1287|Lured by the beautiful scene-- 1287|"Thou, who hast drawn thy wing 1287|Down on this field, 1287|Shalt thou glide forever to thy fate in the sky?" 1287|Then the bird sang,--"Praise God in turn for thy coming!" 1287|Then the sun, the mother-bird, arose with joy,-- 1287|Rising from his nest amidst the deep, bright blue air. 1287|Hanging on his young 1287|Round the green leaf he sings, 1287|"Oh where can I fly, my father dear, 1287|Where may we meet? 1287|On thy bosom, my mother dear, 1287|All the world is fair; 1287|Where, my father! where the place, 1287|Where we would meet? 1287|Where the land all gladdening lies, 1287|Where we'd meet to-morrow day, 1287|Where in the far-off future dwell? 1287|Oh, my mother! oh, my father! 1287|(What would all things have above!) 1287|Ah, the mother,--(what 's a tear?) 1287|Ah, the father! who may give 1287|Only gratitude,--for you 1287|Leave the land with all its bliss,-- 1287|Leave the loveliest day,--but one, 1287|Fare you well!" 1287|GOD! how far, and how swift the hours! 1287|Life has ever sped for me, 1287|As the years have sped for me! 1287|From my youth I've been instructed, 1287|As the years have been instructed; 1287|Ever loved I life, as one 1287|Who has loved the future never! 1287|Yet to me the distant future 1287|Has appeared a hundred times, 1287|As a figure I have found, 1287|Where I longed to find that future 1287|All before me ever! 1287|If a mortal to-day,-- 1287|Who the age is to-day,-- 1287|Should desire to go 1287|To yon lovely hill, 1287|With its azure crest, 1287|In summer-time, 1287|And on its green lap, 1287|Sitting, it would be 1287|O'erwhelming sorrow 1287|To find there, 1287|Yet, for me, 1287|There my heart would yearn, 1287|For love it would be mine, 1287|Not to see the day, 1287|While its own star 1287|Sparkled bright in heaven's distance 1287|'Neath a cloudless sky! 1287|The heart's self would I defy! 1287|To be with thee, 1287|In the hour when life 1287|Is most clear and still! 1287|Oh, my mother! thou hast said,--"The moon is in heaven, 1287|The sea-fowl's nest, with the sea-mew's brood." 1287|But why, my child, wouldst thou go thus far afar? 1287|Why, as far as my understanding holds, 1287|Mayest thou not go to heaven 1287|With that multitude? 1287|And if thou hast there been 1287|One among all their train, 1287|With him thou shalt enjoy the joy 1287|All of life to be! 1287|If thou hast not,--thy friend, 1287|If by no chance thou hast,-- 1287|May no cloud rise, 1287|Might no joy be lost, 1287|In thy parting e'en! 1287|Oh, could my love be 1287|A wish, then the wish would not vanish 1287|'Neath my bosom's shadow to-night, 1287|And my lips would breathe freely to say, 1287|"If thou wouldst wish to have me, 1287|Then love me now!" 1287|THERE is such an one as you 1287|Who have such a name from me: 1287|To me his face is dear, 1287|And his deeds make my heart to light. 1287|I'd give him life and death, he's a friend of mine,-- 1287|He is not a villain, nor ======================================== SAMPLE 5040 ======================================== 615|In the old Roman city, where thou liest; 615|Nor would I to thee my story tell more near 615|Who gave you the good steed, who should be near 615|To thee, the king's son thou, when thou hast 615|Slew the fair maiden. Such the law that guides 615|All the strange feats that in thy breast I see; 615|That, if thou art that gallant cavalier 615|Who for thy people wert not late believed, 615|The king's son by thee shall perish by the spear. 615|"Him who the young Prince Roland left in scorn 615|In the great field, nor durst, I think, appear, 615|But that, when his returning march was past, 615|Him of a sudden, by a mountain-glade, 615|His faithful comrade found, while he in chase 615|Rode through the wood; and the good steed was tied 615|Him beside whom he his chase pursued; 615|Who, seeing him, the damsel pursued with speed. 615|Then did you see and to the damsel said, 615|(Even by a mountain-sweet and clear, whose side 615|Was laid with grass) 'Now, young Orlando, bring 615|Me to this place so famed; 'since here I hie 615|For thee from death, this hour before thine eyes.' 615|"She to her faithful comrade's words obeys: 615|He to her, at this point, with trembling hand 615|Carrying her, o'er a wide and open space 615|Of brambles and of verdant vegetation, 615|Moved where she was, and at the mountain-head 615|Of a rock was seen to move, and from the height 615|Began to call to her, 'Hither bring me, maid, 615|How to this place shall I obtain a way; 615|Where I, to be of thee more faithful, must 615|Receive such terms: nor this shall be alone 615|Haply devised by me, but a thing so high 615|Of mystery it may not be explained. 615|"This rock, which thou perceivest not upon ground, 615|Thou must descry, in order first to know; 615|I whose long years of care am wearied, hear. 615|I from a youth of mean degree rose, 615|To which I was so far beneath, to heaven, 615|Thou kingly, that I need were poor even yet, 615|To have, perchance, been thy faithful Servant. 615|"A place I left thee (for thou couldst not find) 615|There in a hollow, that in turn o'ertook 615|Sturdy rock, that, stretching his strong neck above, 615|The stone in front, with him, the beauteous maid 615|Of Meroe did possess. -- As at night, 615|In woods, thy horse is wandering, and in vain, 615|So oft, methinks, a gallant churl has tried 615|'Tis ever so to climb the crag so steep, 615|That, from its base, he cannot leap, I wist. 615|"To me is known to pass a rocky side, 615|And, near the crag, in valley close to find 615|A passage by whose foot I hope to rise. 615|I in this place my steed, I know not how, 615|But in the valley near the crag have placed 615|My shield; nor do the crows and nightingales 615|Bear it for me, but that I can defend 615|Myself and thee, with faulchion, sword and shield: 615|So must you see the matter for your own, 615|My friend; nor shall a friendly damsel try 615|With such a weapon to dissuade my force." 615|This heard the damsel without more delay, 615|Who promised to be at Orlando's side; 615|When he to her the horse, who brought the gear, 615|And other arms, beside her chamber lay, 615|As he who with Orlando rode, drew near: 615|And, while she her beloved lord espies, 615|Besprinkled with sweat, and pensive with despair, 615|To arms! and shouts and clanging trill the palfry sound. 615|For while Orlando, in the dale, was hush'd 615|B ======================================== SAMPLE 5050 ======================================== 1151|There where their fathers fell in battle, 1151|But a little while before they died, 1151|They fought with battle, their limbs beating 1151|Strong as our land's strong countrymen. 1151|And still they fought, and still they fought, 1151|With swords and swords and swords they slew! 1151|The sword of God fell ever with them, 1151|And the spear of Hell was never seen. 1151|The King's great son, O brave and mighty, 1151|And the brave little son of his father, 1151|And the great friend, the gracious king's son, 1151|Were both of them all that they might have. 1151|And the noble young son, great and manly, 1151|And the fair young son of the wise and wary, 1151|And the great brave son who fought with his sword 1151|To save his father's right, and the land, 1151|And all that were strong of limb and of eye, 1151|And all those who dwelt in that dear territory, 1151|Beheld the three of them at last lie slain, 1151|And all in the narrow way they died 1151|Beheld the great ocean grey with waves, 1151|And the ship with her sixty men on board 1151|Swirling, and driving onward from the land, 1151|And the grey waters, black as with swords. 1151|And they watched, and watched, and watched with heart of care, 1151|Till the daylight in the west was gone, 1151|Till the long shadows of the night came on them, 1151|And the night with her long and gloomy shroud 1151|Gleamed through the darkness of the far-off country. 1151|Then all the stout young men, the gallant young men, 1151|The well-loved sons of their paternal town, 1151|They drew their broad swords, they leapt o'er the mast, 1151|They swept all the sea with the great flag flying, 1151|And the ship in the harbour swung without hands. 1151|And they watched, and watched, and watched with hearts grown bold, 1151|Till the long shadows of the night grew deep, 1151|And the King's great son, O brave and mighty, 1151|The King of all the valiant young men, 1151|Borne on his grey-headed army of old, 1151|With its glittering ensigns and its dust behind him 1151|Through the night with the daylight as a screen. 1151|The next day, with the day before it, 1151|Like a smoke of incense, and the first light 1151|Of the eastern skies, they went over the sea. 1151|The King's great son, O brave and mighty, 1151|The King of all the brave young men, 1151|The King of all the chariots and cars, 1151|And of all the lands, was going to Rome. 1151|From the town-gate all the watch-fires rose: 1151|They looked to the east at the country downs; 1151|At the country towns and the riverside; 1151|They looked to the northwest; and scarce could see 1151|The southern wester, yet they followed him. 1151|In the land of Italy they passed, 1151|And they looked to the south, by the hillsides cool, 1151|Till they came by Taborio's fountain, 1151|The fountain of their last battle won, 1151|And they saw the great cathedral gleaming 1151|On the mountains overhead, and the roof-pilots flying 1151|To and from the tan-jays on the tops of the heights. 1151|And when he came at last to Verruchio, 1151|Where the great cathedral is built in the marts, 1151|He saw once more the fair dome shining 1151|And the birds that sing their last in the sun. 1151|And the noble King, the old king, looked down 1151|With a smile upon the place where his house stood, 1151|And he went on by the fair city streets, 1151|The city that will be for ever and for aye. 1151|On, on, to the water by steps and rooms, 1151|And on, on, by tower, and in church, and bridge, 1151| ======================================== SAMPLE 5060 ======================================== 19096|The world's his native garden-land, 19096|Where all the flowers are free and fine, 19096|And, while o'er all the ground he roves, 19096|He leaves the roses behind. 19096|The wind came down from the ocean's breast, 19096|It tossed the tall willows down: 19096|A thousand scarlet leaves that swayed, 19096|And seemed to waver in his course, 19096|With a thousand silver rings that danced 19096|In a thousand dancing circles round. 19096|All the violets of the vale 19096|In the forest, with their white and red, 19096|Waved to the sound of a gentle song; 19096|And soft winds that the woods exhale 19096|Through the fragrant leaves and branches play, 19096|And murmurers hear their music swell; 19096|But there was a sound as of the sea, 19096|That filled the forest with a sound of power. 19096|The sun shone out on the sea and land, 19096|At midnight and at morn, for they shone, 19096|And the moon, like the splendour of day, 19096|Spread her broad light through a golden mist: 19096|He saw the moon go round, go round, 19096|With a course that never looked complete: 19096|He saw the moon go down like a rose 19096|That has lost its petals and is gone! 19096|O fair and green and bright! 19096|And then he heard the ocean's song! 19096|The sea was singing through the trees, 19096|And round the world like a singing bird 19096|It went, and it seemed to be afraid. 19096|At dawn the white moon came, and when 19096|The sea sang loud and the winds blew free, 19096|The moon sang sweet as the morning's breath: 19096|She shone like a rose at morning's birth. 19096|And then the violets in the grove 19096|Their bright eyes looked from, as though they knew 19096|The leaves were gathering: the sun was just 19096|O'er brows a golden crown that shone; 19096|It seemed to be saying, in a tone 19096|That seemed to bring the gladness and the love, 19096|"The days' time is come when we two are bounding, 19096|And the seasons are coming and the summer's past." 19096|Oh! we sing to the blue-bell of the year, 19096|To the rose-leaves that gather in her hair, 19096|To the blossom of all that is fair; 19096|To the bee with his winging song; 19096|To the bee with his wing sound and slow, 19096|In the sweet morning light. 19096|And oft we sing her to a cuckoo 19096|From the hill where she is leaning low; 19096|Who is singing to the little bird 19096|That sings so merry as she lies. 19096|And we say, as one who listens, "Yes; 19096|We may come and go again,-- 19096|Sorrow never wearieth, 19096|Triumph never dims;-- 19096|So long as dawn is streaming, 19096|So long as the blue skies glow, 19096|Love is with us as one we found, 19096|By the way we went; 19096|For the morning smiles are gathering 19096|About the coming day, 19096|And you shall see us coming, bringing 19096|Your heart and me." 19096|The sun went up on the day of his birth, 19096|And the white clouds, the cloud-enfolding robes, 19096|As of some queenly queen come silently, 19096|And o'er the earth her garments of light 19096|Spread dimmer than the curtains of a tomb; 19096|While from the woods and fields, 19096|With love and love in equal might, 19096|He came to his own. ======================================== SAMPLE 5070 ======================================== 2620|"We have had much to think of since last we spoke 2620|"This hand has held my hand, and now I hold 2620|"This heart, and then my heart." 2620|"That were a crime with fewest grounds; 2620|I pray you, tell me, why, my child, am I here? 2620|"A moment yet I watch the flaring sun 2620|"Above your tower, and hear its light"-- 2620|He ceased, and answered coldly, "'Tis well. 2620|"But why? Why is my child these evil things? 2620|"Heed not my heart: in many days I did 2620|"What angels here would make her do." 2620|"But she is ill-natured, and her love is great. 2620|"My father is to-day come: a stranger to her: 2620|"But why did you leave us, if you would leave her?" 2620|"But why?" "Because she wronged me: that were a crime." 2620|"Well, so 'tis written. I shall be free to-morrow. 2620|"You think I hate her, O thou cruel boy, 2620|"Who scorned her father's court, and killed her brother. 2620|"You see, I have one virtue. Come, here I go: 2620|"It is my God and God's, no vice but this. 2620|"Thou trustest not to me, my heart! Come, boy! 2620|"Thy father served the Saracens; and where? 2620|"Here, in this tower below where my father's bones 2620|"Are piled up, he lies below. Why then, come down! 2620|"'Tis a crime unheard of? O no, child, it be 2620|"This curse upon all creatures to violate 2620|"The God, if living, and the law, if dead." 2620|"If God's will, God's law be, child, 'tis I. 2620|"God's curse! I would not curse it, friend. I love 2620|"Thee too too well to drive thee, like a boy, 2620|"Intoxaged with pride for others' good, away 2620|"And leave my mother in her helplessness alone. 2620|"God's curse!" 2620|She smiled, and then her fingers moved. Her cheek grew pale. 2620|The voice ceased. 2620|Her eyes fell, and she sank; and when that hour 2620|She took her wonted seat, her daughter stood 2620|In place, yet lifted up her pleading hand. 2620|"And is it thus that thou, my dear, art gone, 2620|"To leave me thus, and leave me thus alone? 2620|"It were most cruel, father, to desert me 2620|"So soon from thee, and leave me thus alone. 2620|"Is it not strange, father, this desertion? 2620|"Why, love, no longer can my being draw 2620|"Thy hand, and so departest? Is it not 2620|"Too sad to leave thee, and thy child to be, 2620|"Thus, father, leaving thee, and only thee? 2620|"Too great an one as thou, too loving, mild, 2620|"I knew would love again, who near thee saw 2620|"What wretchedness, and what distress and woe; 2620|"And I must look on, and see the light fade 2620|"That ne'er was in me, or left a shadow there: 2620|"I could have waited; waited, when I saw 2620|"Thy grief in secret, like the sighing in the clime, 2620|"Too great to bear alone, yet not more hard. 2620|"God grant I may not!" he said; and then he drew 2620|Her to her lying side, and, grieving there, 2620|Wept and lamented. Then he laid his hand 2620|Upon her lips, and slowly drew the hair 2620|Back from her lips, and touched with tender touch 2620|Her lips and tender bosom: and the hand 2620|Took from her face the hand that was too great 2620| ======================================== SAMPLE 5080 ======================================== 37804|The world is a great big hole, whose side is a dungeon, 37804|Where he whose name is not to be forgot 37804|Is a man kept in the dungeon. 37804|'O, if ye love me,' said my woman, 'yea, 37804|I am mine own, my own fair love, and all mine own;' 37804|And I answered, 'Yea, so let it stand, 37804|For in love I love that none shall prove thee lesser;' 37804|In sorrow, when the world is a great big hole, 37804|The soul in the deep hole shall stand; 37804|In sorrow, when the world grows dark with a stain, 37804|We have not our own way with our love, 37804|Nor the love that makes us all our own, 37804|And, sorrow, our love groweth stronger still. 37804|'Nay, but when thou lovest me, the world is a mighty hole, 37804|Till thou lovest thy soul when the world is a deep hole.' 37804|And I answered, 'Yea, love me, for I am mine own, 37804|And I love for love of my own;' 37804|And my heart to be loved of its own was so good, 37804|I never would turn away in the night, 37804|To fear the curse of another's will. 37804|The World is a huge Hole, but none shall dare 37804|To go without love and tenderness; 37804|And we stand within the hole by a lovely light, 37804|That makes the hole lovely as day; 37804|And a smile falls on the face of the hole 37804|When one is near the heart of the hole. 37804|They are not so high, but far in our eyes: 37804|The worlds are two hills, and both to each 37804|They are three little islands of the sky. 37804|And yet they are less than three yards high 37804|From the sky downward, and less than three 37804|In sight of each; and in them the skies 37804|Are three little islands of light. 37804|For the worlds are three hills with two small havens 37804|Like to one hill, but in three places, 37804|And between the hills, of little islands, 37804|They stand like islands of the sky. 37804|And as when one looks down from the sea, 37804|To love looks with eyes of the sea; 37804|So look there a love more fine than glass 37804|On the eyes of us whose soul is stone: 37804|For the eyes of us whose soul is stone 37804|Look love so far up, they are blind. 37804|For the hills are three little islands of light: 37804|But none may go to the deepest abyss 37804|By one, or two, or three, or four ways 37804|That the three smallest islands cover: 37804|And we who gaze on them, cannot see 37804|The hidden way of the three smallest. 37804|For in the depth they are three small havens, 37804|And as heaven's outermost outermost, 37804|There is no one who walks to the shore 37804|But must walk to three small islands. 37804|The stars are as many colours to one eye, 37804|And yet they are more than one; 37804|For all the many splendour that they bear 37804|Is mingled in them the same: 37804|And these are but three small islands of light 37804|With which we can view the skies, 37804|And all the rest is a wonderful lie 37804|To them that hold your gaze. 37804|For if you look on them not with a face, 37804|For if you look on them and say, 37804|'I see not because they have not my look, 37804|Nor because they are of mine eye'; 37804|You still will see the stars, and still 37804|Will see their splendour, and still will know 37804|The three-eyed hawk, the three-winged eagle, 37804|The white-winged vulture, the seven-headed seraph, 37804|The star that hath no name in heaven; 37804|Therein you never could abide 37804|The seven-winged, or the seven-headed seraph, 37804 ======================================== SAMPLE 5090 ======================================== 19385|We'll welcome thee again in bliss, 19385|As happy men were we; 19385|We'll be thy stars, dear, till our last day. 19385|We loved her as the gods love, 19385|Though she was fairer far, 19385|And the sweetest words she could utter, 19385|Were, "I love thee, master mine." 19385|We loved her as the gods love, 19385|Though the sun never shone above-- 19385|And, with many kisses, 19385|Her lily fingers held her 19385|Upon the mountain height. 19385|We loved her as the gods love, 19385|Although she seemed as fair 19385|As the moon in her golden orb, &c. 19385|We'd meet no more if thy cheek should grow pale, 19385|Thy cheek to rise and grow more pale; 19385|We'd meet no more where sorrows are unknown, 19385|Or friends more true and dear remain! 19385|Thou hast a lovely, gentle maid, 19385|Wearied and pensive as a bee; 19385|She's weary and desponding--and sighing, 19385|She is on the wing for thee. 19385|Oh! come with me--it's not unmeet, 19385|Or hard or cold as thou or I, 19385|And let thy soul's thoughts be for ever 19385|Whispering of happiness for me. 19385|Her feet to the garden go, 19385|Her little hands, to spin, 19385|Or to gather flowers and play-- 19385|'Tis she whose bosom's dear to thee; 19385|And she shall be my darling bride-- 19385|So let my heart be to thee 19385|A sheltering stronghold, so did mine own. 19385|She sat beside her garden-wall: 19385|"So fair," she said, "the moon's to see, 19385|We'll hide it at the top of yonder tree, 19385|And play till the morning star; 19385|Or if you like it higher, you may, 19385|To bed--and all shall be well-- 19385|While we are watching the skies here by the tree!" 19385|The night was in her silver hair, 19385|The dark, dark night seemed to close 19385|In silence round her brows of snow; 19385|On her white hand she laid a rose, 19385|For she was dying, and all were by her side. 19385|"I love thee, love my darling; 19385|Come, kiss me!"--"Love is such a burden," 19385|He said, "as love to him who cannot live without it." 19385|"Ah, love! thou hast done us, this, too, well!" 19385|Her eyes were soft, but made to answer none; 19385|"Then kiss me still," she said, "or else be gone! 19385|The night is near me--I dare not sleep, 19385|And never, to my sorrow, shall awake." 19385|She smiled--"It is but parting!"--and she fled; 19385|"O no, my darling, no!" she cried, 19385|And sought the woodland, and sat at length 19385|Beside the rose--in her angel's place. 19385|But ah! could she not love a rose, 19385|Nor kiss it for the heart to cheer, 19385|Nor kiss it in the sweetest way, 19385|Nor lay it at her heart again? 19385|'Tis but parting since she's parted so! 19385|Oh! heartless heartless heartless heart! 19385|How she'd have flown, like the swift Spring-flowers, 19385|Had not old Pity's dimpled finger 19385|The wingèd sister of the gardener, 19385|With a word of warning, speedily 19385|Caught her long-lost sister by the ear. 19385|Ah! there were roses in the bed, 19385|Where she had fallen, and, like white moons, 19385|Tranquil, soft-souled things gazed on her, 19385|As the pale, shadowy flowers look on the sea; 19385|And, in her hand, an ivory wand, 19385|Which, with its long ======================================== SAMPLE 5100 ======================================== 1459|He turned away, in a rage: 1459|And so I was content 1459|To live a lonely way, 1459|Until the sun was in my way. 1459|Oh, why should the sweetest flower fade 1459|That we've seen ever since? 1459|The night dripped sweet with crimson dew, 1459|The wind breathed faint accord: 1459|We sang of love, and sang it o'er 1459|In the old, yonder way. 1459|We sang our rosary-book holy, 1459|We chanted ever dithyrambus, 1459|We played with little silver strings, 1459|We played with flowers and trees. 1459|When spring, like some old, mad song, 1459|Sings in the branches low, 1459|We sit in the old, lonely way 1459|And hear her music breathe. 1459|But not for me the June wind, 1459|And not for me the bees; 1459|All winter long I fear to go 1459|In this lonely wood! 1459|I love, I love, the sweet May air, 1459|I love, I love the bees; 1459|But never from this forest edge 1459|Shall come I to be free! 1459|By night, and over the moonlit lakes, 1459|How I love to drift 1459|With my Idaean singers, 1459|Upon the silver waves! 1459|They sing of love, and sing of joy: 1459|I none of all their lay; 1459|'T is but a drifting cloud of sleep 1459|That lies around me cast. 1459|A mist fell on the city, 1459|A nightfall heavy and deep, 1459|And drowned my soul in its sleep; 1459|I dreamed I was an island drowned; 1459|For, oh I love the lake! 1459|The old and old 1459|They all are bairnies; 1459|One's an elf, and one's a clown, 1459|And one's fair, 1459|And one's fair, 1459|And one's fair, 1459|I'd rather be 1459|A clown, I'd rather be; 1459|For to be loved by a clown 1459|Is something else to me. 1459|Singing to-day 1459|Like a bird I've to sing, 1459|But never a bird like you. 1459|So if it's good 1459|To love a maid, 1459|Let the maid be fair; 1459|But a maid is neither fair 1459|Nor good, 1459|I would rather have you still, 1459|For one should first love ten maids. 1459|He's come in the morning 1459|And he's gone in the night, 1459|He's come with an army 1459|And he's gone with a horse. 1459|One, two, five, 1459|He's hurt, an hurt! 1459|And then he's right, wrong, wrong. 1459|He's hurt at the good place, 1459|He hurt at the bad, my son. 1459|What harm have you done? 1459|It's all just as the fun! 1459|Here comes little sister, 1459|Little sister, here is mine! 1459|See how she twitters, 1459|Here's a cup for the tea, 1459|Here's a purse for the money 1459|Little sister's a-going 1459|To be married to her father-in-law. 1459|"What a naughty, naughty boy was that." 1459|Little sister comes every night, 1459|With a dirty little finger 1459|In the windy south, 1459|And a red little finger 1459|In the windy north; 1459|And a scarlet cloak about them, 1459|And a shining hat. 1459|The mother's sitting by the fire, 1459|While little sister's sitting near, 1459|A-sipping of strawberry jam, 1459|And listening to the merry wind. 1459|Now little sister sings a song, 1459|And kisses sister's little head, 1459|While little sister's lying on the ======================================== SAMPLE 5110 ======================================== 18500|_Jockey-bait_, a kind of pork. 18500|_Kail_, to put milk at a distance. 18500|_Kail-lappit_, a kind of butter. 18500|_Kail-lappin_, a kind of ale. 18500|_Kail-thatch_, the little leaf that grows among the timothy-trees. 18500|_Kane_, a farmer, a boy. 18500|_King-cocks_, royal cock-sparrow. 18500|_Kinnock_, a hard, smooth, brittle clay. 18500|_Kennin_, the breast. 18500|_Kirn_, short. 18500|_Knappit_, knappit-clouted. 18500|_Kissin_, a kind of cornmeal biscuit. 18500|_Kidney_, kidneys. 18500|_Kizzin_, a small piece at a time. 18500|_Larkin_, a long, thin, black band of wool. 18500|_Lauchlin_, a lark. 18500|_Laverock_, the mountain sheep. 18500|_Lay of the land_, the division of the land. 18500|_Leal_, the human body. 18500|_Leatherne_, a kind of sheep-meal. 18500|_Leafe-flank_, a small green leaf. 18500|_Leeze me on_, begone! 18500|_Lend a hand_, offer a helping hand. 18500|_Lint-white_, white. 18500|_Lobster_, a kind of pike. 18500|_Linkin-an'-bone_, a half-gill. 18500|_Loot_, the struggle of using words, chiefly borrowed from the use of 18500|_Lunaty_, the daughter of King Charlemagne, and the king's wife. 18500|_Lunatie_, the name of a song. 18500|_Lowestoft_, the lowest point in Berkshire. 18500|_M'Ridhlen_, a sort of rice cake. 18500|_Maist_, most. 18500|_Maun_, the soul. 18500|_Maun-youth_, youth. 18500|_Mawkie_, a small bird, a quail. 18500|_Magistro_, astrologer. 18500|_Mandragoree_, the great festival of the Jesuits on St. Michael's 18500|_Mantra_, a canticle or hymn of various elements, such as hope, 18500|_Man_, man. 18500|_Maun_, to be glad, to be acting. 18500|_Maun-wen_, half by the way. 18500|_Manchigow_, a river in Maryland. 18500|_Mane_, mop, spring. 18500|_Maun_, to be glad, to find one in good case at his heels. 18500|_Maneel_, happy. 18500|_Maun'the_, the tail of a horse. 18500|_Manly_, manly, manly-like. 18500|_Manly-bairn_, chattel--workers of any description--wethers or men. 18500|_Mantra_, divination from the oracular utterances of the gods. 18500|_Manorth_, good-will. 18500|_Maun-west_, the mouth of the Potomac. 18500|_Maun-west-yeather_, Potomac River. 18500|_Maun-west-yeas_, Potomac River's eastward. 18500|_Maun-west-weel_, Potomac River's westward. 18500|_Maun-west-wylan_, Potomac River's westernmost. 18500|_Maun-west-yeann_, Potomac River's westernmost. 18500|_Maudlin_, a female child, a weaver's wean. 18500|_Masail_, a boot leather band. 18500|_Matchit_, _matt'_, boot. 18500|_ ======================================== SAMPLE 5120 ======================================== 1365|Bold was the youth, and full of fire; 1365|He had a sword long and sharp, 1365|And a great broad shield, and a coat 1365|As white as snow; 1365|He was like a cloud 1365|That stands and shakes on a stream; 1365|Then the women, the fairest of all, 1365|For her eyes met his, and they smiled. 1365|"Here is another one!" 1365|The maiden said, and the young men heard, 1365|And to the bride they hastened away. 1365|"Now to the banquet, you old maid!" 1365|The maiden said, as she waited there, 1365|In the house of the house of the Lady of the House, 1365|And they gathered round her, and asked her why, 1365|From the roof of the window above. 1365|And the maiden said: 1365|"I was but one among a host 1365|Of other maidens, and came here at midnight 1365|To seek a bride, and was afraid to go, 1365|And was afraid to look behind. 1365|"But now I have found a lady white 1365|That will do as well, and I will bring her 1365|To my chamber, and a wedding feast, 1365|And a bridal banquet; and she shall come 1365|With a voice of praise and a smile of love, 1365|And a hand of welcome like a breeze 1365|That blows a long white shroud about her!" 1365|And then--all at once they heard a cry; 1365|They saw a figure bound and gory, 1365|Rush from the house; and the maiden screamed, 1365|"O you were a nobleman's bridegroom! 1365|What shall now be done?" 1365|Then they saw a woman white and weak, 1365|Gasping and writhing in the blood; 1365|And the red blood bubbled in her eyes, 1365|And quick the red blood rushed in her ears, 1365|And fast the fire died away 1365|From the heart of the maiden, and the woman 1365|Swam from the house, and the old men saw 1365|From the roof of the window, and hastened 1365|Down to the water, and the girls and the boys 1365|Leaped, and the women, and the young men, 1365|And all the girls and the boys in the village. 1365|And all the old men shouted: The Bridegroom 1365|Has been roasted up by white maidens! 1365|They brought her to the Queen, and they sang: 1365|By the Bridegroom's side! 1365|He hath been a fair bridegroom, 1365|He hath loved her well and loved her long; 1365|But now he is a cold Bridegroom, 1365|He wanders by her side, 1365|As he was a long, long time, 1365|As he once was a bride. 1365|And they brought a pail of gold, 1365|And a pitcher of red clay, 1365|And a bronze goblet to her 1365|To drink when it was day. 1365|And they laid her on the gold, 1365|On the pitcher of red clay, 1365|And they kissed her and they said: 1365|"Oft I remember 1365|How your lips were sweet 1365|And your eyes were bright, 1365|And the wine that glistened 1365|In your cheeks before! 1365|"And your eyes were dim, 1365|And your lips, were stiff, 1365|And the red wine gleamed"-- 1365|"I was rich," said she, 1365|"When I was a bride; 1365|But the gold is now my debt, 1365|And the pitcher of red clay my treasure 1365|Because of him who loves me. 1365|"And the bridegroom 1365|Has been roasted up by white maidens, 1365|And they have left 1365|No word of thankfulness 1365|From the roof above us. 1365|"My silver and gold, 1365|My goblet and silver, 1365|Mourn with me, O my brothers!" 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 5130 ======================================== 27776|_Ancestors_ still were _Baptis'd_. 27776|_Manners_ are only _Suffic'd_, 27776|(And yet they are, as we have shown) 27776|When they are _Baptista'd_; 27776|But not for _Cunning_, or good sense, 27776|And all those arts which _Science_ tells 27776|Are but to cheat, and make a thief, 27776|The _Rapt_ that's just begun, 27776|Has much to learn from _Ridder_'s "Scraps;" 27776|Which will to nothing make reply, 27776|With this reply from _Ridder_'s _chapman_:-- 27776|"To him that has a gift to give, 27776|_All is granted thee_,--the _gem_ alone, 27776|Which can add new perfection to 27776|The work of thy Maker's hand;" 27776|The _gem_ alone can _add_ perfection, 27776|The _work_ of those God _hath_ done. 27776|A good shepherd may be useful still, 27776|A goodly knight to prove it; 27776|A good master may a _Gadfly_ be, 27776|A good shepherd _fairer_ be. 27776|And thus, with what sweet _exemplar_ meet 27776|Of all the virtues _great_ and _breathtaking_ 27776|The _works_ of _Ridder_ still be found, 27776|As the great _chapman_ and _master_ were, 27776|The _exemplars_ of all those virtues. 27776|In _Ridder's_ time this truth was well known, 27776|That _pews_ and _chapmans_ were the best, 27776|The only _manners_ fit for kings-- 27776|Where kings could _spoke_ with _pews_, too; 27776|Where kings might _say to_ their _own tongues_; 27776|Where kings could _watch their tongues_ of their 27776|Mongst their good _dearers_ and _good_ mates. 27776|A good _master_ had a skill in _Charms_, 27776|Like a good _chapman_ had a skill 27776|In _Charms_, but it was to him but a _snare_-- 27776|_Companions_ were the _best_ charms of all, 27776|And, in his _chapman_, a devilish _cudgel_-- 27776|In those two best and _wisest_ we find, 27776|A likeness to that _perfect _leader_ known, 27776|Who made the _masses_ of _Christ_ obey, 27776|And the whole world his commands obey: 27776|That hero is the _best_ and _wisest_ man, 27776|That ever _wore the _leader_ of _chapmans_-- 27776|The _greatest_ of heroes since _man_ began, 27776|In _Ridder's_ time, at the _chief_ command 27776|Of the whole _dwellers_ of that _land_;-- 27776|But we now pass by his _Charm_ now, 27776|For I know he made no _minstrel_ appear 27776|In _his_ kind of _Mongstalls_ before, 27776|But a _manger_ of the _most_ _great_ sort, 27776|Like a _man_ now living;--_he_ no art 27776|The least in _Marmite_ or in _Leading Style_, 27776|To _lead_ men to _divine_ness of _God_, 27776|Of _pilate_ness or _holy_ness, 27776|To _spread_ the love and _dew of Heaven_ 27776|To all, _in_ which he _was_ so masterly found; 27776|I _know_ but too well, and so should I, 27776|That no _philosopher_ can tell 'em here 27776|What in _Merry_ he could not do. 27776|'Tis true the _Ridder_ _chief_ _leader_ was, 27776 ======================================== SAMPLE 5140 ======================================== 841|(If that's the name of the book) there was this 841|(The man that it refers to) who, it seems, 841|Is a gentleman at home. He is very fond 841|Of a good English dish, good English wine, 841|But the thing is to know exactly what 841|He wants is, to put it very crudely, 841|He likes to eat a good old English stew. 841|The one we'll call him, it is no easy thing 841|To tell him by the name he seems so fond of; 841|For as to this, I'm not a gentleman. 841|But I'll not make any mistake, my friends, 841|And you must read his book as if you read 841|A good English newspaper, which is what 841|I left you with for you to take to Rome. 841|I left it with you with the story told 841|Of how it happened, for you to read 841|(Although, as I hope, it may not stay you). 841|For the sake of the public, I am going 841|To have you sit again beside me here 841|And hear the great thing of this thing to me 841|Which takes place in the garden. When I say 841|This news you must not cry, my friend, but rise 841|And be silent, like a good girl or boy. 841|I do not like to ask a little child 841|To do things in a way you do not like. 841|And I doubt if you, Sir, have ever tried 841|To teach yourself, without being angry, 841|The joy of what you're doing, dear, and learning 841|Of that which is not yours? So, just sit here 841|And hear how God's blessing makes it so. 841|My father and mother, they love me quite; 841|And you, of course, as you know, are of their line. 841|But my little sister, who lives with me, 841|Would like, with the best wishes of her heart, 841|To see things in the way God meant them to, 841|And to give to her dear God a very fine 841|Perfect child. So you will be quite the bride 841|And mother to this lovely creature, I see. 841|But you and your good father, why, I vow, 841|Would never give her to some other man. 841|And, of course, I'm sure that you'd make her yours, 841|With no one being a far less than your own. 841|So, take this child with all your tenderness 841|And all your friendship; and I pledge you both, 841|In God, the happiness of having both. 841|You don't tell me that your father has not 841|Tried very hard to teach you the same way; 841|And your mother, too, has sent you to me 841|Just as a little maiden to be fair 841|And good. And so, my dear friend, you're a rose 841|That blossoms in your own garden, and I 841|Know that I shall never see a flower 841|In all the roses that I touch again. 841|But if you don't like what he says to-day, 841|And thinks it's not good to teach as you ought, 841|Then go, my friend, and you may find that you 841|Have not been always so good as other people. 841|But when your little girl grows up and goes 841|And grows all good and happy and discreet, 841|And takes her lessons and her lessons takes 841|And makes of them her own, and puts on 841|Her father's manners and his mother's care, 841|I think you'll find that your father's a blunder. 841|I always liked to go with little girls, 841|And my dear girl is all in sympathy 841|With little girls like you. She has been bad. 841|But a great deal still remaineth in doubt 841|Whether you were never bad. If so, at least 841|I say with one voice, you're more blundering 841|Than I myself, for I've never loved you. ======================================== SAMPLE 5150 ======================================== 1054|And to the King he spake the words he wept; 1054|O I pray you, give me now my lady then, 1054|Or else I'll die for sorrow, for my true love's sake! 1054|"O thou false, false love! 1054|Thy wooing shall never be, 1054|If I have borne thee an without thee. 1054|The mair for thy honour I'll do, 1054|I'll do it for my love. 1054|"Come to my chamber, dear, 1054|An I will bring thee thither, 1054|Where thou shalt have joyance; 1054|I've got a song of mermaids, 1054|And a mermaid I'll bring thee; 1054|I'll sing her a mermaid-line, 1054|And sing her a mermaid's hymn; 1054|I've got a song of lilies, 1054|And a lily I'll bring thee: 1054|I'll sing her a lily-hymn; 1054|I'll sing her a lily's hymn. 1054|"Bid me but come where, 1054|Within the gate there, 1054|I'll kiss thy mouth, 1054|I'll kiss thy hair, 1054|I will kiss thee there-- 1054|I, true love, will kiss thee there!" 1054|"O false love!" quoth the Queen, 1054|"Aye, I'll have thee bound." 1054|"O true love," quoth the King, 1054|"I'll have thee gone." 1054|Then quickly forth he set him on his horse, 1054|And rode across the fields at break of day-- 1054|The King rode down the highway, 1054|With his twelve ladies at his back. 1054|"Stand by for service, 1054|Ket few miles distance, 1054|On your gallant steed we ride!" 1054|The Ket have borne their charge, 1054|The King rode homeward out of sight. 1054|And the Queen went in, 1054|And the twelve ladies rode behind. 1054|Then in came the King, 1054|And the girls they came behind. 1054|"We have brought him the King's saddle 1054|Upon his horse of pride!" 1054|The King looked upon his lady; 1054|He held her in his arm, 1054|And the twelve ladies held the King. 1054|He rode at full speed out of sight, 1054|And the girls and ladies behind. 1054|The King bore off the Ket 1054|At the full of the day, 1054|At seven kings' standard they ride. 1054|Towards the City of London town, 1054|Over many a steep and dale, 1054|The King rode homeward on his lady, 1054|Back from the fair of St. Helen's. 1054|With a hundred mounted men, 1054|And with horses at their backs. 1054|For fear they might be captured, 1054|To hold them in prisonerage. 1054|Then the Ket she rode towards the City, 1054|A weary fair ride to ride, 1054|Until they came to a high and pleasant brook, 1054|Where there met the King with his ladies. 1054|"Come hither, dear lady! 1054|And give me your hand, 1054|Or I'll cut off thy head, 1054|And hang it by the brook, 1054|That no man may eat it." 1054|He took her hand, she gave him then 1054|Her rosy mouth, her sweete lips, 1054|Then took of gold a thousand shillings, 1054|And gave them also a gift. 1054|A thousand golden doves brought she 1054|From heaven, for the King's grace, 1054|That so the fairest of his land 1054|Might ever be found. 1054|King Solomon, who was in his time, 1054|Did sacrifice to them. 1054|"O let us feast," said King Solomon, 1054|"I have for thee good store; 1054|He that eats of this shall be no more 1054|But a little child"-- 1054|So the little ======================================== SAMPLE 5160 ======================================== 19221|And with some dolorous sighs did wake, 19221|Her last sweet burden: how he mourned 19221|How lost for ever, how bereft: 19221|How in her happy home must dwell 19221|A dejected hapless thing! 19221|Then came a moment's sad delay, 19221|The mournful silence lasting all; 19221|Then loud and loudly unto him 19221|Loud wail'd the lutany choir; 19221|And with much anguish spake their lay 19221|(For none could understand their woe) 19221|"Oh! wretched pilgrim on the way 19221|'Tis truly sad," they sadly said, 19221|"'Tis truly saddening to be 19221|One of the lost! Oh! wretched wight! 19221|To have thought of thy vain return! 19221|Thy hopes and thy despairs now are 19221|Conjoined in twin ships sailing o'er 19221|The seas of fleeting sorrow! 19221|"'Tis you that weeps, poor thing! And you 19221|Know how the world can treat a thing 19221|Made fair with generous hand! 19221|With half a heart I leave my friends, 19221|My native Soile, and you; 19221|I cannot cross that river's tide 19221|You know all honour does to me, 19221|The first and latest care." 19221|Thus sad and long did these unite, 19221|And they with clang like thunder fell 19221|Upon the cruel wither'd hound, 19221|That barking wildly around 19221|Hurled blows at them, and bark'd his foot, 19221|And bark'd his tail, that, grim and grim, 19221|Instructive was in every way. 19221|They clapt their paws together, and gan 19221|Clapping their paws together too, 19221|And shouting together, "Stand off, 19221|There's a dog and a cat away!" 19221|"Stand off, my master; you do me wrong 19221|That, when I am most in need, 19221|You keep your dog upon the tower, 19221|And my cat on the common hearth. 19221|"Your dog has no ears, and pays no poll, 19221|But wags his tail and draws his ears 19221|When he hears you go by. 19221|"Your cat has a tail, but none of those 19221|That breed at your heels home; 19221|What are they but deafening silence, 19221|With their howl and their howl again?" 19221|"My dear," said he, "you do me wrong 19221|That, when I go to the town to trade, 19221|I have mine own tabby cat: 19221|She goes with me both inn and gate, 19221|And if you go by yourself away, 19221|You lose yourself in her room." 19221|'Twas thus they parted: and with them went 19221|Three other cats of various pedigree: 19221|And they began in whispers to chide, 19221|For their deaf ears, and their loss of appetite, 19221|At such a dinner; for they said, 19221|"This is rather too tedious a thing, 19221|To hear three cats argue so, 19221|It will serve but to make one want dead leaves." 19221|So they sat down to sup with their master: 19221|And a dish of beef up to a judge on high 19221|Were the chief delights of that day. 19221|And thus it was that each dish went round 19221|With thanks and salutations high: 19221|Four cat's mouths fit for the marriage mirth 19221|Should this bonny fellow compose; 19221|What did he there but clatter and squall 19221|With merriment and jollity! 19221|His tail ran round and round; 19221|He squalled and he howled and he howled; 19221|The birds sang in the branches above; 19221|And he was a favourite with the gales. 19221|Thus was this bonny fellow entertain'd-- 19221|(Imagine his delight, 19221|When in the shade of a tall poplar 19221|He saw a cat.) 19221|And as he ======================================== SAMPLE 5170 ======================================== 29700|With its great bells, in a land of sea and ocean, 29700|And with gentle breath the words of peace were heard by me; 29700|And I saw the children, like leaves in the wind, 29700|Shaping the streamlet that followed to the sea. 29700|'T was the last year, and wept the earth, 29700|Gone was the happy time, 29700|And the heart of earth sighed in the season. 29700|All silent was the air, 29700|As if the sun had sunk 29700|To rest in the silent chambers of the sky. 29700|Only the birds, in a dream 29700|Of song and rest, did make a sound. 29700|Through the dark night we sate mourning; 29700|Wept in the silence of the spring. 29700|I sat in the garden path and looked at the sea; 29700|And the sweetest eyes of the whole band were turned on me. 29700|We looked in the deeps of the sea, 29700|With a joy we did not feel. 29700|All things else were dark and drear; 29700|We watched the tides on the reef, 29700|We saw them from our beds at night, 29700|Like the shapes in a dream. 29700|All things else in the darkness stared; 29700|Till the light went out of the night; 29700|And the stars came out of the sky, 29700|And watched, and looked, and watched again. 29700|And the stars from the sky came down, 29700|And shone in our eyes. 29700|All things saw the light shone in the sea; 29700|And nothing dwelt in the darkness but the wind alone. 29700|Oh, what gladness was in the air! 29700|I could hear the sound of the sea; 29700|I heard the sea's fast song, 29700|Like a great joy, 29700|As of birds in a grove. 29700|And in the green and purple trees, 29700|Like a bright smile, came the song of the wild bees: 29700|"We do and dare, we do and dare again, 29700|We bring the sun back to the earth 29700|And wake up the sleeping sea 29700|And bring the sleep again." 29700|And I heard the light on the waves; 29700|And a joy in the music, 29700|As of birds in a grove, 29700|As of birds in our heart. 29700|Oh, what gladness was in the air! 29700|I could feel the sea swell; 29700|I heard the music of the sea 29700|As a long light 29700|That went round and round and lay 29700|On the trees, on the waves, on the shore, 29700|And stayed till it left, then vanished away 29700|To show the world the gladness that it had been. 29700|In its day, when the air was full of breath and air, 29700|And the sea rang with joyous voices; in its day, 29700|The people of many nations came, and gathered there, 29700|And held at the Old Parliament House debate. 29700|When I look back on this day, I see it all as one 29700|Brilliant instant of glory, and then--the shade--the shade! 29700|He is gone from the place where he stood this day-- 29700|The world looks sad at his passing--but his spirit, 29700|Like sunshine on the earth, is to us, in turn, 29700|A ray of light, a glory of hope for the earth. 29700|I think of the old Parliament-house roof 29700|Weathered by the tempest of a stormy tide, 29700|Till it gave way beneath the crashing shocks, 29700|And the winds swept it off its foundation. 29700|And I think of the old-time people, who stood 29700|In his stead, when all was loud and strange this day, 29700|Till the old-time voices said, "Peace, be still." 29700|All of us then are dear to him, and he 29700|Loved us, with the tender love and calm delight 29700|Which only his own warmth could warm and draw to him, 29700|And calm and beauteous like ======================================== SAMPLE 5180 ======================================== A far larger world, though not so, 29700|For us is that which lies beneath the hill, 29700|The shore of other waters, far away 29700|That gleams and glitters round us in a dream, 29700|Boundless as the whole of light. 29700|I know of mountains cold and dreary, 29700|I know of forests grim and lonely; 29700|I know of the lonely mountains bleak, 29700|The far-off waters of the gulf of light. 29700|These I have known in days of hope and fear; 29700|I know of the sunless waters of my youth, 29700|I know the sea with its stormy sound, 29700|I know the deep with its unending show, 29700|And the great stars of its circle and rest. 29700|In the wild days of the autumnal grain, 29700|I have sat and watched the sun grow green 29700|In the dark and leafless forest trees, 29700|And the soft leaves fall to the floor of rain. 29700|The leaves were brown, the leaves were grey, 29700|Like the dead leaves of a fallen tree, 29700|All that the autumnal season yields 29700|Of the sweet green leaves of spring to wear. 29700|I know that I am a part of these, 29700|And my heart grows hot beneath the breath, 29700|And now I dream of the days gone by, 29700|As in the days gone by I dwelt so late; 29700|When I had passed from the hills away, 29700|From the summer world, the sunny land, 29700|And had come in my quiet way, 29700|Through the dark and winding glen, 29700|To the forest, lonely and dear, 29700|With the leaves of youth and of delight. 29700|And I took the golden leaves and flung 29700|The golden fruit to the winds; 29700|And the day would come to the land 29700|Of the spring with a thousand flowers. 29700|And I saw the green earth bloom and smile, 29700|And the sun shed his joyous fire, 29700|And the birds' clear voices bring 29700|The gladness of love to my ears. 29700|In the days which were then gone, 29700|Each in his own sweet way; 29700|Where you are, Love, as you were 29700|In the joys of your youth, 29700|Where you were, and, on the hillside, 29700|Where you sat, with my mother, 29700|With my brother, Willie, 29700|Was the greatest joy to me. 29700|In the days which are now gone, 29700|Each in his own sweet way; 29700|Where you are, the old-time maiden, 29700|With her little brother, 29700|With my sister, Helen; 29700|And the days I see you now 29700|Are the greatest days to me. 29700|For from the old-time home 29700|Where I used to live at ease, 29700|To the days of my sorrow 29700|I am journeying forth, 29700|With them, in hope and with them, 29700|Back to the old-time fireside. 29700|I'll not tell where they lie hid 29700|In the wild, wild woods beside you 29700|That have been my home, 29700|And you cannot have known them,-- 29700|Nor I,--nor I, 29700|As through my heart will run 29700|The joy to day gone by, 29700|While through my bosom sting 29700|The cold and the keen 29700|Disease of the hope that's gone. 29700|And though I have done my part 29700|Though my soul is whole again, 29700|It cannot forget 29700|There are things of you that linger 29700|Even after life has been done 29700|And your eyes are turned to mine. 29700|And I will think my part 29700|In the far and sweet past, 29700|And you would think it, too, 29700|That I must look on you 29700|And see your face and smile 29700|For it would be the same 29700|The old-time days are gone; 29700|The old- ======================================== SAMPLE 5190 ======================================== 26333|But I felt a rush and turn and catch him as he fell, 26333|Clutching and yanking him and holding him there tighter, 26333|Till I could hold him no more. Then, just as I felt, 26333|Flinging his body over me,--like a little child, 26333|My eyes were filled with tears and I could feel their sting. 26333|My life ebbed fast away. I knew that for my sake 26333|He had died. I cried to him, and so did he to me. 26333|For when I had felt one little tear of pain like this, 26333|I could only turn and watch him, yanking him along. 26333|And so, for many weary hours, he lay beside me, 26333|Ceaseless yanking and tugging at everything that passed. 26333|At last he lay down on the soft, white, crimson rug; 26333|And then he sank back down, still yanking, lifeless-eyed, 26333|When, turning suddenly, he rose and drew me by the hand. 26333|But, seeing how my tears ran down the long dark sleeves, 26333|I spoke in whispers, saying, "Ah! he would have it so 26333|That none of all the people saw us two again 26333|(Except maybe myself), save only old Alfred,--then 26333|He'd be all of us in Petrograd at morning-light." 26333|Then I broke the circle of the white-walled room 26333|With a loud cry, clutched the trembling form and ran. 26333|At five o'clock, when the bells began to chime, 26333|I woke refreshed and strong and happy-go-lucky, 26333|To find him in the white-walled room below. 26333|I had climbed up through the broken kitchen chimney, 26333|Pushed past the rusty iron-holes and reached the belfry 26333|Studded with blue jacinths. Round and round I went 26333|Chasing the golden curls of Pamela Byrum, 26333|Or, clumsily twisting in my way, I broke her nose: 26333|I had grown so fat on Pamela Byrum's hair. 26333|As I crept deeper in, I could have broken off 26333|Her head with a blow that fell like a hurricane 26333|Held under me in the air. But there she lay 26333|Crouched like a beautiful baby in her shroud, 26333|With Pamela Byrum's curls just touching the ground, 26333|And Pamela Byrum's eyes still bright and innocent 26333|Grow up and twinkle like a baby's. Never 26333|Has Pamela Byrum worn a sweeter, A, B, C, 26333|Never has a sweeter smile been half so sweet. 26333|"Pamela," I whispered, "are you lying there?" 26333|"Ah!" she answered with a shrill and knowing voice, 26333|"Lay back down your veil now that I am near, 26333|I want to look at you." 26333|"Yes, yes," I murmured; "I'm a gentleman, 26333|And you ladies know that gentlemen treat women well." 26333|She laid her face a beautiful shade of brown, 26333|Then laughed, because she was delighted to be 26333|Swayed by a playful maid. 26333|The morning came, 26333|Like a sudden crimson-shower from the sky, 26333|The sun seemed to fill the landscape 26333|And the sea to his own white majesty. 26333|Lonely and glad, I watched the sun rise 26333|And looked out across the azure azure 26333|To where the ship lay shadowless and waiting 26333|For the coming of the silver heralding. 26333|Then suddenly I felt a great void 26333|Come over me like a flood. I knew 26333|Something that had been a part of me 26333|Lay waiting me and swallowed me up. 26333|And I was a part of it, yet not a sinner, 26333|For Pamela Byrum, the sweet and lovely, 26333|Had fallen victim to a secret love for _my_ Morgan. 26333|Ah! that dark time will be many years behind me, 26333|But I will not forget the days that are gone. 26333| ======================================== SAMPLE 5200 ======================================== 19389|And now, from heaven, that blue moon-- 19389|Why, how that blue must look! 19389|The sky-lark, all bright with dew, 19389|And, 'round the nest that's quiet, 19389|Oh, how that star of day 19389|Would make a star of me! 19389|(I love thee) my sweet baby bird. 19389|So, let me look at thy little eyes 19389|And think in them a pleasant thought: 19389|To see thy bright, swift, fearless eyes, 19389|As wide as the skies are deep; 19389|To watch thy little spirit, fly 19389|Over the hills and far away 19389|To things that are nearer to me. 19389|So, let me think how thou art loved; 19389|So, let me love and wait for birth; 19389|And, happy baby, fly to thee, 19389|And be thy own sweet sister. 19389|We are the lilies that are lost 19389|In the ocean of summer days. 19389|We are like blue-bird lost and found, 19389|In the grassy meadows where we grew, 19389|And are brought to the bosom of thee, 19389|And to sleep together side by side. 19389|We are like a flower that falls to earth, 19389|And shines on the earth's dim and dreary side, 19389|But are soon wakened from her rest 19389|By the soft sunbeams from the silent skies. 19389|No flowers bloom of ourselves, our own creation, 19389|For nature brings it to us from above; 19389|Only the sweetness and beauty of God 19389|Feeds the buds of our existence there. 19389|We are the lilies in bright robes arrayed 19389|That grow above the banks that they tread, 19389|Of whose hue and beauty the world doth borrow, 19389|All its colors and looks, for love's sweet sake. 19389|We are the lilies pale with cloud and shadow, 19389|That grow in the realms of bright noon-tide light; 19389|And, like them, to all hearts sweet smiles the God, 19389|That smiles in them on days of sweet delight. 19389|And the flowers our feet leave in their pathway 19389|Are but the lilies still, and the lilies blow. 19389|Ah, me! the dew is on the clover; 19389|And the dew of the evening is still, 19389|And it seems as my life draws apace 19389|This life's dearest thing must be its end. 19389|Yet still through the summer's shade, 19389|And through the morning's star-shine, 19389|And through the sweet soft-throbbing airs, 19389|My spirit shall not grow cold 19389|But still will wander there and cry 19389|Those words I may not utter there. 19389|I am not the angel that thou bearest, 19389|No, not even thou; 19389|But thou art angel, all the day, 19389|With a glory for ever. 19389|I am a man and woman, and my soul 19389|Is sorrow and care. 19389|My God, my God, I am 19389|A servant's child and a boy's companion, 19389|Thy guiding and thine. 19389|O that the thought of thee 19389|Should come like wind or like a rain-time, 19389|And make for me a sound of music 19389|Afar and near! 19389|It is the sound of my own heart 19389|That makes my soul so wide and far, 19389|A whispering of thy joy upon a river 19389|Of mist and of cloud. 19389|'Tis a strange, strange thing to feel thy loving 19389|And feel it not; 19389|'Tis a strange thing to feel thy strong, 19389|Restful, and golden-hearted hand 19389|Lulling mine in a dream, 19389|And o'er my life to bring and sing 19389|Thy sweetest song to me! 19389|I am not sure, dear heart, the way to go 19389|Beyond the city gates, above the blue, 19389|Beyond the hills that ======================================== SAMPLE 5210 ======================================== 25961|And you're just a simple baby, who knows? 25961|But no one thinks you're stupid--not a soul. 25961|So take this baby and make her smile, 25961|And you'll come at last to her like sunshine. 25961|A little blue, gray, and white pelican. 25961|I love to see her little smile. 25961|I don't understand it ever since I began; 25961|But just the same as something she can see, 25961|I never will come near her. 25961|When she was about three inches high 25961|And the sun on her wings was just beginning to glow, 25961|She had what I take them for, 25961|Had a little feather head 25961|And a little long-legged stool, 25961|And a little plumage on her tail. 25961|One day we trotted down to see 25961|And some old man was leaning quite far 25961|Over the woods and sawing out a tree 25961|And singing out a song about the sun 25961|He was going round that way and so did we, 25961|And I started up and stared at them and stared. 25961|And a little yellow hen said the song 25961|Had to be the jolliest thing I had heard, 25961|And she knew as soon as I had done that I 25961|Couldn't forget her any longer, and said, 25961|"O! the sun is rising, sun is rising now, 25961|And a little bird sings with a birdlike singing voice, 25961|And the sun is going over the country brown." 25961|I don't understand yet where that bird's speech came 25961|From we know the country, know the country well, 25961|And when it comes to that I always say, 25961|"O! there's no such country here," 25961|As a baby I know. 25961|I am always just a little bird, 25961|But my mates all are four or eight years old, 25961|And I am the oldest of the bunch. 25961|When the baby sings and goes to feed 25961|It sings loud and it sings loud and low, 25961|And the voice is so sweet I never know 25961|If it's the bird or the youngster. 25961|When the little bird sings on its little nest 25961|I often stand up on my hands and stare, 25961|And I think if my little brother were I 25961|I'd be quiet if he could hear the song 25961|As it goes through my brain and drown my mind 25961|And never cry as he does now. 25961|They are all about, you know. 25961|But the little hen she is sitting quietly 25961|In the corner by their pile, and the little chick 25961|Sits at her window, and they are so glad to see 25961|That they are in their place on the tree. 25961|If I could see the dear children 25961|And the lovely baby birds, 25961|And the blue sky and the clouds and stars, 25961|With my own two eyes, 25961|The little children would not be children, 25961|But very beautiful and fair. 25961|But I can only see them here and there 25961|And never can understand. 25961|When I look from far and far away 25961|There are never any children there, 25961|Or any children at all. 25961|All are away or gone to death, 25961|For the earth is all in ruins 25961|And the little children on the mountain 25961|Lived and were happy then. 25961|One was a little red-faced boy 25961|With a face as pale as pomegranate-tree 25961|And a round, blue, happy mouth. 25961|He had a round, blue, happy mouth 25961|With a round, blue, happy nose. 25961|He had a round, blue, smiling face 25961|His face was as sweet as a peach or ======================================== SAMPLE 5220 ======================================== 1054|And gat them hame to yon green hill, 1054|Then wanne, a wilde lamb the heaped mare. 1054|They did it to the yowes beare, 1054|"By God be my guide," he said. 1054|"It wanes so fast, it ne're will stay, 1054|I'll never go to bed, I hope, 1054|Till I shall get to the place, 1054|Where I was bred, or been to school." 1054|But soon they came a lyth to see, 1054|And gat at the door, as fast as they could. 1054|And whan they drew in the gate 1054|It wintle't wide enough to get, 1054|It wintl't anone e baith could go. 1054|"O meikle lout, poor lad," sayd they; 1054|"Why come you in the licht? 1054|Come on, sir, I'll lead you up the heicht." 1054|Then whan he gat up the hedgerow wall, 1054|His gowden nose it did fall 1054|Askew out in hawkward on the gate, 1054|For shame to come back again, 1054|And wynked the kyld to ance upon the wald. 1054|The parson was the kynger of the church, 1054|Who was in the hand of God so good, 1054|He said nowke that shem a good oon,-- 1054|"Go to her, by god, shem now the fyr." 1054|I wane sae genty as she as meikle hame, 1054|For to see sic chyldren's churles, 1054|The hart o meikle loude in a fawle, 1054|And sic a sperrit frae meikle meikle hame 1054|Gat theder by a harlot that was a licht. 1054|The ladye gat the harlot in her sight, 1054|And fast sae sair she gat her; 1054|The ladye gat the harlot, the ladye gat a-fene; 1054|So fynny, fynny was the blynde a-fre. 1054|On they went as fast in the meerdoorynge, 1054|As fast they cam frae the kynne; 1054|They wyst about the ladye, the ladye her hyt;-- 1054|They said to the ladye, Sone, sone, 1054|That she was a boresom ladye, 1054|That they were nae lusty lads that man to see. 1054|But wha wyl it be that ever they be, 1054|The ladye in a wyle sae wy? 1054|An hunty, hunty was she neber wrocht to see, 1054|They wylle be in the meydai tofore the kynne. 1054|They saw the ladye gat the lorde and knave, 1054|For they sa wey to han in naught; 1054|But the ladye gat the lorde and knave baith her mither. 1054|He had on a goudy sizin, 1054|Baith golde and rych gold, 1054|He leugh in goude and ryth gold, 1054|And gat the knave of Blyn'arde. 1054|"O woful Lady, wherefore hast thou been a-felle?" 1054|"I cam to see, if it were nae mair," 1054|Quod she, "what hast thou got in thy hondely braid. 1054|"Sith thou hast be my brother and sister," quod she, 1054|"Thy sister's child that thou hast wien," 1054|"I hate thee, false lady," he answer doun; 1054|"Gin thou be my kin I maun save." 1054|"O sith thou hast been a-felle, a-felle," quod she, 1054|"Thy fault is a' my worship, sic an shame, ======================================== SAMPLE 5230 ======================================== 1365|So he spake, and in his hand his bow and shaft 1365|Slew all the king's liegemen straight as reeds 1365|And the white beard of some marsh-lion. Then they 1365|That reeled and staggered by his arrowy way, 1365|Blushed and ceased from their busy toil awhile, 1365|And from the sudden wound the bloodless pain 1365|Of some of them, and the soft blood from some, 1365|And they murmured low in the shadowed night 1365|A cry of "Pardon!" And all in darkness slept. 1365|Ah! neither the king nor his liegemen knew 1365|What had fallen, and if living or dead. 1365|And when their waking eyes had looked around 1365|O'er all the world, they found a broken bridge, 1365|Not ten feet long and thinner every day, 1365|Winding unto Brittany, and the same 1365|Which his bow had been. He had made a bridge, 1365|Not ten feet long nor thinner every day, 1365|Winding unto Brittany, and the same 1365|Which had made his bow break. And they stood there 1365|Walking on the bridge, and in their hearts 1365|Strained with long sorrow the long sorrow of 1365|This wasted life, but nothing could they feel; 1365|For it was but the bridge, the bridge that led 1365|Unto Brittany, and the same that he 1365|Had made that his bow broke. Then one of them 1365|Cried to him "Benedict, what meaneth this? 1365|Why is the bridge not ten feet long and thinned?" 1365|But he answered, "I made the bridge so thin, 1365|That when I from behind do view the field, 1365|All the bridge might see by day and by night, 1365|And by every wind that races here, 1365|And by the sun and moon and constellations, 1365|And by all the stars in their great Firmament, 1365|The same is in the reeds that lie in sleep 1365|Unto the day and make it seem a day." 1365|Thereafter were others to make complaint 1365|In the garden and in the wood, among 1365|Grass-scented hollows and hollow walks, 1365|In the woods and the grassy meadows plain, 1365|And the long fields of Brittany; and many 1365|Made complaints without any definite course, 1365|And they were not heard. Thus there was a great 1365|Frieze, and therein the King of Norway 1365|Bowed down and prayed, having great desire 1365|To win for his honor and avenge his loss 1365|The defeat of the King in battle long, 1365|That had o'ercome his people and their loss 1365|In the battle of the Bridge of Sorel. 1365|Now, the King and his liegemen then went to 1365|The place of the trial, and they laid it 1365|Under the deep river-mouth of the lake, 1365|Where it grew higher and uplanded, till it 1365|Met the hill-slope of Ouvre. To its height 1365|The bridge was, but the reeds in their beds 1365|Left not a foot path through the grot in all, 1365|Nor a road-way to pass down. And there they found 1365|There, in the midst of the wood, a body of men 1365|All armed and unarmed, from out the mountain-side, 1365|And they stood by the way that they would take. 1365|And this young man, who was foremost of them all, 1365|Cried unto them, saying: "I have come here, 1365|Forth from this region of Eifel, and I pray 1365|You, ye that have heard of this man, excuse 1365|Me if in my way I am. You know full well 1365|I am no hired man, but myself. I have run 1365|About from place to place, as one who may 1365|In hiding live, and have the hearts to seek 1365|Out a path across the sands, and run upon it 1365|On ======================================== SAMPLE 5240 ======================================== 28591|But, oh, the longing for my heart! 28591|Then, when my hands are folded then, 28591|Oh, then I'll call thee friend to me; 28591|And love, so sweet, will follow fast, 28591|And in the world be nearer thee. 28591|For it will then be sweet to think 28591|Oh, thou art dear to me so. 28591|And when I clasp my hands again 28591|Upon thy dear and lasting side, 28591|'T will not be for love's sweet pain, 28591|But to be happy with thee yet. 28591|A little thing, so often done so well? 28591|A little thing, so often told so low? 28591|A little thing, so frequently done? 28591|How often, in my childhood, did I tell 28591|A little tale to-night. 28591|It had not wings,--it could not fly. 28591|There was no prize. 28591|But it was one of those that children do; 28591|But I loved it so sooth! 28591|I loved each little blossom and tree 28591|That grew in the sweet May. 28591|I loved each little star, 28591|And every sky. 28591|And every bird 28591|That sang above our house. 28591|I loved each little bird, with the grace 28591|To please; and the bird was my little joy; 28591|And when I turned to hear a song? Oh, then 28591|The thought of it made all the little joys grow great! 28591|Not all the stars of all the skies must be 28591|My little bird's little fear. 28591|A little thing, so often done so well? 28591|A little thing, so often told so low? 28591|A little thing, so often told so well? 28591|And only one is left 28591|To tell it every day, 28591|What I shall never say, or never do, 28591|The little tale I tell not when my day is done. 28591|I love the little, little thing. 28591|I love it so and do 28591|Not understand 28591|Wherefore, the little one dear, 28591|I love it so and give it all away. 28591|The little friend, who was not born or made, 28591|But only lived, loved, and died 28591|For me and loved. 28591|The little, little friend, who made a world 28591|And died; the little friend, who will not die. 28591|Ah, little friend, ah, little friend, who will not die, 28591|And only one-- 28591|I wonder why, 28591|And can but leave! 28591|And I shall wonder still. 28591|To know the little, little thing, 28591|That's given me every day, 28591|Of all I have; 28591|And that each of you, who smiles, is a little child, 28591|And each, in this world, is more and more than man,-- 28591|Oh, that it is I, that I could give all, 28591|And in return must only have this little share! 28591|Wherefore I love him! for it means 28591|A little things for all who love; 28591|That he is mine-- 28591|The little friend, who was not born or made. 28591|I have grown to be too tired and weary. 28591|I have loved a little while in winter, 28591|Till the snow 28591|Hath all my clothing taken away, 28591|And I have come to need a pillow; 28591|For at last 28591|I have found a child who knows 28591|A little joy, and loves me better. 28591|In the spring I was an orphan child. 28591|One day I was brought together 28591|Just by chance, by little Annie, 28591|And my mother brought me up 28591|To be a little brother. 28591|But then I had a sister, 28591|And a brother, yet a brother, 28591|And we didn't see each other 28591|From that day till the day that I 28591|Was put upon life's bed! 28591|I think of ======================================== SAMPLE 5250 ======================================== 19221|From every beast that doth creep, 19221|But you were born as much above 19221|Your neighbor far as I. 19221|O, when shall I be able to see 19221|Thee face to face, and thus to dwell 19221|As truly with my God, as I 19221|With all men living and dead? 19221|O, when shall I be able to hear 19221|What right hast thou to talk thus near 19221|My heart, and thus to spurn it bare? 19221|O, when shall I be able to use 19221|My voice, and thus to stir it bare? 19221|O, when shall I be able to move 19221|My hand, and thus to strike it dead? 19221|O, when shall I be able to wash 19221|My hands, and thus to wash them bare? 19221|O, when shall I be able to sing 19221|The praise of God, as all who're here 19221|To-day and e'en to-morrow praise, 19221|And in my native tongue repeat 19221|The songs of him that made them all? 19221|O, when shall I be able to plead 19221|No injustice where I ought to do? 19221|O, when shall I be able to say 19221|That what I ought to have done, I've done? 19221|O, when shall I be able to try, 19221|Though rebuk'd, and though I ought have rebuked, 19221|That my reproaches have not roused 19221|At least some dormant kindness in thine? 19221|O, when shall I be able to pray 19221|That mine own place here may not be missed, 19221|And mine own honor here be not forgot 19221|And mine own interest here be not wounded? 19221|O, when shall I be able to trust 19221|Both these, and all beside my thought, 19221|And yet be yet both faithful and just? 19221|O, when shall I be able to pray 19221|For any one in any case, 19221|And yet keep free from any crime 19221|From which a fault the most unpunished? 19221|O, when shall I be able to swear 19221|With what I mean, and yet for still 19221|A' think of what the meaning's a' 19221|'L lye between the two, wha will fall 19221|Down between the two, when they come hame? 19221|My father he was first and safest, 19221|An' though aneath a yill I hazles, 19221|He was the first and worst o' them all: 19221|My mother's sair awa' now; 19221|She hath owre large auld England taen 19221|To be her beeways, and her shrouds: 19221|And sae's I 'm no bid to hae her, 19221|A man or a woman, but her shrouds. 19221|My father was a farmer 19221|Upon the Carlisle moor; 19221|He had a son that was young an' bonny 19221|And trusty; 19221|He sent him to his father 19221|To fetch the boy some bread. 19221|"Up, lad, up! the moon is up, 19221|An' we shall see oursel;" 19221|The lad he up and started, 19221|But soon he fette, the lad was dark an' slow, 19221|The lad he fette, he scour'd the cairn 19221|In a rage. 19221|"O' God, sir, this cairn is no mysel, 19221|An' I shall kill my father"; 19221|But sir he 'll not kill his father, 19221|But him that is to blame. 19221|I 've heard a lang story tell, 19221|How God an' man made warld 19221|And God made warld an' man; 19221|But 'twas na lang, an' I 'm tauld 19221|That ere man kenned it lang, 19221|God made man. 19221|O thou, the star on high, 19221|Whose beams in pure affection beam, 19221|That pure affection, whose ======================================== SAMPLE 5260 ======================================== 1365|And all the earth with fruits was ripe and newly plucked, 1365|And every fountain of the streamlet glowed and sparkled, 1365|And every fountain-head with blossoms was newly wet. 1365|To all the fields the sun with all his splendors burned, 1365|The hills with sapphires in the distance hung so high, 1365|That all the landscape seemed a scene of mystery, 1365|And many a tree no longer seemed a living thing, 1365|But a tall column of the sky, with branches swaying, 1365|And blossoms waving in the breeze, and blossoms blown. 1365|The nightingale with music so dolent and harsh 1365|Was singing the praises of the Heavenly Father above, 1365|And all the earth with rapture was filled with love. 1365|"It is my part," it sang, "my part, to bless his power, 1365|To keep him happy, and to guard his honor well; 1365|I have the right to touch his lips, my own divine one." 1365|And in the midst of their rejoicing, and choral hush, 1365|All the stars in their directions husht, as dead, 1365|Stood in their places with their little hands folded, 1365|As if in acknowledgment of that great act of love, 1365|They brought him water from the fountain at their heart, 1365|As if in acknowledgment of the same right of prayer 1365|That made, in honor of their lord the King of heaven, 1365|This crystal basin of heaven for their own creature. 1365|The old priest came down to them, and with reverent tread 1365|Kneeled down, and round about them round, in slow progression, 1365|Pleading for pardon for the faith and majesty 1365|Of the life he had sanctified in the hearts and brains of men; 1365|For from many errors springing, many a sin 1365|As filthy as the sinner's, many a fault of shame, 1365|Many perils, perils of the path and road of life, 1365|Stilled through the hymn of praises, to the Sun's great voice. 1365|And all the singing in the world was not as rich 1365|As the sweet harmony of their divinely gentle words, 1365|As their high hymns of welcome, their low notes of sorrow. 1365|For the eyes that sought the King in every corner, 1365|And the ears that touched the glory as it thrilled, 1365|From every breast with gratitude, with love, with reverence, 1365|Now, like a weary watchman at their towers, 1365|Looked in great wrath for vengeance upon the guilt, 1365|And their own heads for punishment. And in the midst 1365|All the towers of St. Varto, with their spires of stone, 1365|Looked down on their own sins and sorrow, and heard 1365|The loud uproar of the sea, and saw their breasts 1365|Rejoice, and heard, and knew the miracle of God, 1365|And came to seek of him forgiveness, on his cross, 1365|For the bitter sins of their own hearts, and many more 1365|Among themselves. And, as they passed beyond, 1365|The hills, with their great spires, were lifted aloft, 1365|Hearing once more the wondrous hymns from heaven; 1365|And there in the high hall of that great church of Saint Jame, 1365|Sat the old priests and the young friars, and all 1365|The holy martyrs and the sons of God, 1365|With a strange silence of profound reverence, 1365|As is the silence without which God is seen; 1365|Nor do we mean that they forgot their Lord, 1365|Nor the great sorrow and mystery of sin; 1365|But there was one among them who was not mute, 1365|But turned his face unto God, and smiled upon His face. 1365|The old men and the young friars all gazed at that old man 1365|Smiling as he bent above them, as in mockery, 1365|In the great hall of Saint Jame. So unto that old man, 1365|And unto his wife and grand-daughters, and all 1365|In Saint Varto were united all their thoughts and ======================================== SAMPLE 5270 ======================================== 20|Of these we shall attain, but not where we intend. 20|So spake my Sad and grievous Advocate; 20|But he with hasty wordes defiance rode 20|From him, and with harsh visage home to tende, 20|To where the starres, on all sides circling, runne 20|With one accord, and the great Wheeles all one, 20|Strain in his temples, and call out aloud 20|In mockery this his Sabbath, day, which is 20|To him most just and most reverend, that on 20|His creation all things his due obedience 20|He counteth, and from him draweth all that is 20|Good and opportune; even to the very Seed 20|Immanent, his great Parent, who himself 20|On Earth was first Old Father; and to mee 20|His rest and Providence thus in his derk 20|Thus hallowd I, and thus the Law of his Desire, 20|Whom he requited thus with exclamation blest, 20|Gave me anew, praising hymns to himself 20|Among thre eternall blest, even hee above 20|All His begotten Son, blessing mee as much 20|As I good pleasure of him with full voice 20|Had wont to call him. Him the Son shortly 20|Adornd: "Blessed thou indeed, but who is Holy, 20|Since holy is thy Father: good on you done!" 20|Even as they said, so is this glory known, 20|Which hereafter all our Fathers shall sing, 20|Jerome and Hilarion, now endeared 20|By this our nuptial feast, whose sacred word 20|The Muse recorded, and whose long-enduring fame 20|Still wins us in ourselues a joyous voice. 20|Thus sung the Revelator, and with songs 20|Sung in his honor, he the trumpet's rime, 20|That terrifie, which in old days did sound 20|Through all th' inhabited Sky, resounded; 20|And with the loud acclaim the brazen Gates 20|Of Hell re-echoed: whereat the Fiend, 20|Rapt with the music, in his boast revolved 20|How he could find ten Jumblies; in a while 20|Appeareth upon a Hill heIS his horse 20|Direct toward the North, and down a rill, 20|Which to the opposite side, by th' inertia 20|Of his strong frame, into an isle did ride, 20|Bearing away the swelling of the ground, 20|That were forgot: he thence to Syracuse came, 20|And by him Caesar was transported, who 20|Out of the Lion, unconscious of right, 20|Likened to a mortal, did compare 20|The Kingdoms into one; and to cement 20|His presumptuous aspiring, to the power 20|In himself usurpt, as in highth his power 20|He went, and by bigamy usurp'd his birth, 20|And was not in, by Allegiance binding 20|His Celestial Parents; that he thenceforth 20|Might better discern the want of Spirit 20|In Sons, who do dissent and despise 20|The secret things; which hard to excuse were 20|In those wise discompos'd; for from the bottom 20|Up to the Kitt, so small a way hath been 20|Lies all th'earth, incomprehensibly, 20|Even to the Holy One, who is in it: 20|In whose right hand is all meritorious, 20|By whom all things are done: and as one God 20|Man's ought is holiest; from his nuptial Dawn 20|Up to the Cloaca artificial 20|All his fine bodily vigor he display'd. 20|All these, and other many Husbands and Maids, 20|Heards him ringing timbrels; and with garlands green 20|Flinging the grassie turf, hung up to heare 20|His sweet melodious voices, till they made 20|The mountain tremble, Cave and wood and field 20|Rise up fainting in amaze, as if with wings 20|Fused about him; Nature did throughout seem 20|To lose her triumphing Tirum the Shaft, 20|hanging fallen from her chariot; nought perceived, 20|Evening or starre, or Tower and suburb, ======================================== SAMPLE 5280 ======================================== I saw, by chance when passing by, 8784|A gallant bark, that crav'd to dock or land. 8784|Its tent it quickly change, and on the shore 8784|Meeting, enter'd, and a goodly crew 8784|Approachest s one to t'other. "Welcome," 8784|Cried he, "welcome, ye gods! to infinite 8784|Exultation, if for naught you put not forth 8784|Your terrors, so that to receive our speech 8784|You stand a distance from us, in hearing hearth 8784|And in space. But suffice it me to say 8784|Your arrival, which was through sojourn of hate, 8784|With your mishap and your destruction visited, 8784|Has so transformed my fortunes, that I bring, 8784|Unless to laughter you are scathing, new report. 8784|We came, the title of my letter, Navare, 8784|To Cremonese, where s one end and halfway a circle 8784|Stands, it is thine opinion, between Gardingo and Ellinas. 8784|"We here avoid all arrears of reputation, 8784|As in report expressly is pleas'd to tell." 8784|Thus he declar'd: and then of all the bravest sons 8784|Of our expedition, he chose me, who best 8784|Could interpret his meaning. e'en the refluent Niger 8784|Thrice besought me, but I hold it in disgrace 8784|Hers to declar those obscure words of his, 8784|Which, however they were, no eye could see. 8784|"Rude is the speech," said I, "that to their shame 8784|Declar'd me: but thou couldst not hearest what 8784|Was reply'd to thee. O Tuscan! what floods 8784| of trouble are o'erthrown'd thyself and others, 8784|Ere thou art aware! Two bodies at once, 8784|Caesar and Empire, on this side of the river, 8784|Are girt by thousands, and are going on 8784| with a majestic mien, as though preparing 8784|To make a trans-Connected nature of their State. 8784|One is that which from Wallenstein descended, 8784|The other that of Domitrich, by whom 8784|The laws of Italy were first established." 8784|"O first and chief! surely the assertion 8784|That so many emperors have been found nigh 8784|Combining their powers, demonstrates," said I, 8784|"That it is not impossible that two 8784|Of these, though they be of such accordable age, 8784|Like their Principles, should converse on their past." 8784|"So may the vision of such love comfort thee, 8784|Thou Ocean, as thou seest me, brother of the Sea!" 8784|Thus having said, with rapid step and light, 8784|In the third circle of our earth we stood. 8784|And the due motion, which the circle covered, 8784|Whence I betook me now to attentive awe, 8784|Was done away, and toward the point, whereof 8784|I heard cry go the sanguinary words: 8784|"Why dost thou mangle the State, which thou hadst made 8784|Thy territory, and didst even to the dogs 8784|Make Conrad?" Whence I, with eyes still fixed upon it, 8784|His sudden words, and wished him for the first time 8784|To list to thee, and answer from his throne, 8784|Would then have gone on longer, had not the light 8784|Unto my eyes deprived me of the shade. 8784|I thus made inquiry: "As thou dost desire 8784|I will be near thee, when I near him." It then bid 8784|Be shut, and kept the portals lock'd. Straight I saw 8784|On either side a heap of soot, which imbedded 8784|A length of entrails, and the carcass smeared 8784|With soot, as had been dead some six weeks past, 8784|By tortures pierced. Concerning the litter 8784|I my petition much should have deplored, 8784|And b ======================================== SAMPLE 5290 ======================================== 12286|I'd leave my happy house, 12286|With all its windows open wide, 12286|And with its roof of glass: 12286|But I'd give my best, 12286|And my best soul, and all my power 12286|To raise a humble roof 12286|For the poor, my sweet and tender 12286|And little ones my care. 12286|I'd give my best, as they have done, 12286|And lose my heart, 12286|But this I know, though many have done 12286|Such great good, and such a soul 12286|That their great name, 12286|Which is ever sounding at my heart-- 12286|Can e'er be low, 12286|Or their poor name, though ever so low? 12286|But if it be low, 12286|'Tis a low soul from which it will run 12286|To the grave to fall, 12286|So my heart must weep, 12286|For I would give it everything 12286|My life and spirit; and so be 12286|Blest as any king 12286|Who has fallen for his nation's weal, 12286|And died for his country, his friends,-- 12286|And died at avenge'd 12286|His fathers' crime; and died to make 12286|A right of his own. 12286|And if my heart swell 12286|In this great cause, I'd be 12286|The first of heroes, and I'd be-- 12286|The first to death. 12286|So, then, I'd keep my eye 12286|Full of sympathy, be 12286|Kind to all, and gentle to none; 12286|But I'd leave to Heaven the rest,-- 12286|All this my soul contains, 12286|And if it overflow, it would 12286|Be, alas, the ocean wide, 12286|But I should not be blest, 12286|Were it not that with this gift, 12286|So well contained within me, 12286|God should a new 12286|Name ordain for me. 12286|I knew him in his youth, 12286|And many a long year since, 12286|As he in childhood went 12286|And brought his mother to the well, 12286|And there did watch and play 12286|Till his father rose, 12286|And so did I. 12286|He was the youngest, 12286|And that was why he died 12286|On a cold fallon 12286|Where the snow was hollow or deep 12286|No one could tell; 12286|But when he was grown 12286|He was the king of the whole town 12286|And all of the country round; 12286|And all his heart 12286|Grew love of kingly bliss, 12286|And that was why he died. 12286|The maid was very young, 12286|And a very simple maid-- 12286|The king did call her his fair dame 12286|And loved her oft, 12286|And that was why he died. 12286|'But now I see her 12286|As a queen is come to wear 12286|The graceful wreath which she 12286|The queen of her land has wrought! 12286|And thou, my mother, 12286|The queen of thy home art gone 12286|Among thy boys, 12286|There in the garden, 12286|She sits at thy knee; 12286|But thou wilt have nought 12286|To do to-day, 12286|Except to stand beside her and say 12286|How much she loves thee. 12286|But, mother dear, it is not chance 12286|That I do fear; 12286|The maid is in a state to show 12286|The love she bears me 12286|And I am come like a spy 12286|To spy and spy and spy again 12286|The happy lovers. 12286|But thou wilt fear that I should be found 12286|In the sweet country, 12286|For one that loves thee best 12286|Has often been found 12286|And that, to this day, has been the case 12286|To-day with me; 12286|But, mother dear, I swear 12286|That I will have ======================================== SAMPLE 5300 ======================================== 19226|'Tis here I saw it first; a day when the wind 19226|Sickness and grief were in their season-- 19226|The day when I, who loved the wood and soil, 19226|Might have been happy if some other day 19226|I had not, with the song of my heart, beheld 19226|The last, sad, lingering of the earth; and I 19226|Was wroth, I'm afraid, in the sweet sun, for I 19226|Saw nothing in it, and saw so little woe 19226|But the old tree, and the boughs and moss, and moss 19226|Brambles, moss and brams, and a little sky 19226|Above the tree-tops that seemed to be praying 19226|For the coming of the clouds that so sad was 19226|And sad it was to look upon. 19226|And the sight with me of all the earth 19226|Took on a melancholy aspect; 19226|And a tear, I will not tell whereat, 19226|Flowed from my eyelids when I think of the Lord 19226|Who was my Saviour--but where, whose Lord? 19226|In my mind the Lord's right hand was, 19226|O'er the right hand came the clouds, 19226|And the clouds came, O'er the right hand came 19226|The rain, and the rain made moan; 19226|Then came the clouds, and the rain came o'er the 19226|earth, and o'er the earth there came 19226|The water, and the water made moan, 19226|But all the water turned its face, 19226|And turned away like a broken reed 19226|Till it was driven to yonder tree. 19226|It is a sweet 19226|Wild voice, and thou 19226|Canst sing 19226|Far sweeter,--thee 19226|It is a song 19226|That, with a single roundelay, 19226|Bids the spirit bless, 19226|And blesseth all. 19226|When the little leaflets sing, 19226|And the children flock 19226|To listen, 19226|Or from the grass 19226|Hurry back again, 19226|This is thy song, 19226|It is a song 19226|That is free, 19226|As thy life, 19226|And blest, 19226|As thy love. 19226|For me the wild wind cries, 19226|For me the wild sea pours 19226|Its terror, and a thousand rocks 19226|Are hurled from shore to shore. 19226|It is the hour of all things 19226|Awful to be,--but oh-- 19226|That love, 19226|That love makes glad, 19226|That love makes glad, 19226|That makes all things sad! 19226|Heaven-ravening night 19226|Has in her wane, 19226|Now the sun is come! 19226|But the love was sweet 19226|When it bloomed, 19226|And it never dies, 19226|But aye rejoiced. 19226|Haste, O love, away! 19226|The night comes on, 19226|In sorrow, 19226|And the birds' notes 19226|Cannot make shorter! 19226|Heaven-ravening day, 19226|Now the sun is gone, 19226|It is done! 19226|I have seen the earth 19226|As it is, 19226|I have seen the sun 19226|And the hills. 19226|The winds have blown 19226|The grass away, 19226|The plants have slipped 19226|Or stood still, 19226|And life has stayed 19226|In all its state. 19226|The stars have shone, 19226|And suns went out, 19226|And life's gone, 19226|And love went home! 19226|The spring comes fast, with sun and moon to set it free, 19226|And call the autumn to gather round the bare; 19226|And the fields begin their green and gold to wear, 19226|The dewdrops to cover, and the blossoms grow. 19226|The winter will come when the w ======================================== SAMPLE 5310 ======================================== 5186|All the trees among the forest, 5186|On the hills the wind-blown snow-showers, 5186|Wind-blown snow among the heather, 5186|White-sleeved, wind-blown snow-showers, 5186|Came the wind from off the fields of Suomi, 5186|Rained from all the rivers, rolled merrily, 5186|O'er the meadows and the lowlands, 5186|Rained upon the fence of o'erarching snow-fields; 5186|On the hills their white bodies piled, 5186|Stacked the fields and dells of forest, 5186|All the forests of Wainola, 5186|All the forests piled within them, 5186|And among them, many hundred-trees, 5186|All the forest-banks were covered. 5186|Near the mouth of all the rivers, 5186|In the bay of birch-wood, grew the saplings, 5186|Loomed were floating on the water-flags, 5186|Many-hued among the sturgeon's-flowers, 5186|On the surface, o'er the brine-seas. 5186|Near the mouth of all the rivers, 5186|In the bay of stoutest maple, 5186|Grew three slender oaks of North-land, 5186|Stony oaks upon the water-brinks, 5186|On the high-pointes of the ocean-floes. 5186|Near the gates of all the rivers, 5186|In the bay of kingly fir-wood, 5186|Heaped were three cups of bitter-scent, 5186|On the ledges of the precipice. 5186|Near the gates of all the rivers, 5186|In the sacred lake of birch-wood, 5186|Heaped were four golden goblets, 5186|On the summit of the island-stairs. 5186|In the deep-sea of the woodlands, 5186|Underneath the brazen-lightnings, 5186|On the summit of the islands, 5186|Were the trinkets of the Northland. 5186|Spake the magic Sampo, 5186|Time to seek for in the ocean, 5186|Time to find in Wainola; 5186|Never will these be yours, Mamurrey; 5186|There are others you would give to me, 5186|You would give them to your brother, 5186|To his wife, the fairest maiden 5186|In the world forever-born; 5186|But to-day, your greedy lips, O Maamo, 5186|Have refused our Sampo's yielding!" 5186|These the words of wise Wipunen: 5186|"What shall we do to keep the Sampo?" 5186|"Take our papa's huckleberries, 5186|Take our papa's paddy-melons, 5186|Take our papa's strawberry-berries, 5186|Take our papa's peaches, large ones, 5186|Take our papa's lolls, red and white, 5186|Give them to the Wood-Fir-ginn 5186|With the leaves of all the forest, 5186|With the cones of all the fiji; 5186|Make a circle with the fingers, 5186|Pour the sweet-scented water 5186|From the clean boat of quaint designs, 5186|From the skiff of the meek Sampo; 5186|Let the peaches pour from chines, 5186|Let the strawberry pour from crib, 5186|Let the gooseberry pour from th. 5186|Let the juicy paddy-melons 5186|Pour from pod and let the gooseberry, 5186|Pour from stem and leaves of scalik, 5186|That the sweet-scented circle, 5186|That the neat-fruit-pie may be, 5186|May be sweet to toothache-painting, 5186|To the brave old Wainamoinen. 5186|Bring us, O palikki hero, 5186|Evermore fragrant, Palikki, 5186|Bring us now the milk-whisks on high, 5186|Honey-pies from the sky-vault, 5186|Bring to us the pliant br ======================================== SAMPLE 5320 ======================================== 2732|Now the next is a young lady of twenty-four, 2732|Who has got the least of what she wants; 2732|In fact all the goods she may desire 2732|Are the best-concieved goods the house can hold. 2732|But we will leave the little woman, for her sake, 2732|(Though we have a little more to tell about her) 2732|For we've got fresh material just now, and the same dear lad 2732|With whom a girl may dine and sup, 2732|But, when we are at it, we must add, 2732|Of a large number of the last, the best, the best. 2732|And he is the only lad that we want, you can see, 2732|He is much too young to prove his taste; 2732|And so, with some delay, we'll call him back this round 2732|And he can try whether his taste's the same 2732|As his old mate of the churchyard green, 2732|Who was wont to be very like his old self-- 2732|(Though there were doubts whether her blood could run true)-- 2732|If taste made her aught the more to fill a place. 2732|And now there's a certain young lad of eighteen, 2732|You'll like his air and demeanour, 2732|And his face and demeanour, so much, 2732|You'd swear, he'd be something more than eighteen; 2732|He's dressed in a kind of sash brown and grey 2732|With some nice buttons, all well lined with lace, 2732|And at the top a sash, well done with lace, 2732|That is, of course, with all those modern bells and pearls. 2732|He talks a great deal, but he thinks nothing much; 2732|And often he sits down with his legs crossed, 2732|And his head turned under, with a heart of his, 2732|And his mouth wide open, with a mouth of his own. 2732|And so he comes in, with "What, a Southey?" 2732|While the other boys (with the exception of one) 2732|Are on the subject with their lips of their own; 2732|Yet he comes in with the "He's a Vane--" 2732|And the other boys will follow with "What, what?" 2732|While the other boys will always rise and leave him alone. 2732|The other boys will laugh, and he will sneer and swear, 2732|And when he's done, the old man will "Well-a-day!" 2732|And with "Well-a-day--well-a-day," and "Where's my sash?" 2732|And "What--what--what--what--what?" and "Where's my sash?" 2732|And the other boys will go out, and the old man will follow; 2732|And they will all say, when he's out of door, 2732|"Old man, where are the sashes?" But if you go 2732|By his grave and dismal murmurings you'll find-- 2732|(Or with a little bird, if you will). 2732|For he knows the ways of the dead and of the living, 2732|And of our days, or what the times be, 2732|And in their ways he will be as they were 2732|(Or with a little bird, if you will). 2732|His eyes are the windows of the soul, 2732|(Or with a little bird, if you will). 2732|When you give him the new sash, which he needs, 2732|He will put it on the new sash, and then-- 2732|Who knows what he shall do! 2732|Who knows?--So long as the sash is stitched? 2732|Who knows?--So long as he has not toiled and wrestled and wrestled, 2732|So long as the new sash is stitched, and the old sash is stitched; 2732|So soon as the old one is dropped, the new one is put on. 2732|It is all one to him, for all things else, 2732|(Or with a little bird, for a small boy's sake), 2732|Have their proper ways; 2732|For the world is a one-name, one- ======================================== SAMPLE 5330 ======================================== 1035|The whole world might be my little brother, or your big brother, 1035|A little brother in love who would give all his strength 1035|For love of you and love of me and make his love more perfect 1035|So long as love in us could live--I and you--love us; 1035|For love at last must win us; love that comes to you; 1035|And, save you, I think, even the little child would love, 1035|If it had only been a brother. 1035|Who is this that you are? 1035|You are more than human, and you make a world seem but a house. 1035|I know there were four winds and four suns that broke the old moon 1035|With one great cry of power and wonder at that sea-murk. 1035|And that is your soul." 1035|Then I knew that you were I, with a thrill of song that sings 1035|That heart of mine, and I know that the three others are you, 1035|And in the heart of me, and you, and you, 1035|Are there two spirits all in tune. 1035|"I am the spirit who went on hearing, 1035|And I the spirit who heard; 1035|I am the spirit who went on doing, 1035|And I the spirit who heard. 1035|I am the power I gave you for your seeing, 1035|I am the glory that you have found me; 1035|I am the pride of you and the hope of you and the goal,-- 1035|But, ah! this is the thing that never will be done; 1035|This heart that ever must be singing." 1035|That is our music. 1035|The little things come. 1035|"I am the spirit who brought you out of the city-- 1035|The heart-sickness in the city-- 1035|And now the life has left me. 1035|And I would make you glad 1035|Of the way your eyes and your spirit are, 1035|And what the light of your eyes is, 1035|And what the light of your soul is, 1035|Under the morning." 1035|I have not come in a moment like a ghost 1035|From a city where I used to live to the sea, 1035|But I make the sea and the city one, 1035|With a little more than a city to know and see 1035|From a little garden to a little town 1035|Under a little sun, 1035|With the little things we used to know 1035|Coming, and with much to learn. 1035|You can see the way that the little bells 1035|Roll over the roofs of the little streets 1035|To the music of the little children's feet; 1035|And the little children crowd to the grass 1035|The little people that play on their eyes, 1035|And the flowers and the people and the grasses, 1035|And the little birds and the little bees. 1035|How do you come? Well, I know how come, 1035|Although you do not ask; 1035|So I will say how come, 1035|After some few days and some little years, 1035|When I see you still. 1035|And that is what I saw; 1035|And I was glad to come on after that 1035|And keep my promise. 1035|And now they come as the moon 1035|Sends out its little sparks 1035|In the heart of the dark old trees, 1035|To light the lonely shadows there 1035|Under a summer night. 1035|They come with the light and with the rain: 1035|A little wind is blowing 1035|Back from the hills like a thing of song,-- 1035|As the light of the moon is blown 1035|Down on a broken town. 1035|And the little people, I suppose, 1035|Follow the song as it is blown 1035|Along that silent way, 1035|Till the music is like fire that fills 1035|The silent places. 1035|The little children wait by the road, 1035|And they are pale and a-cold as they; 1035|For the old road and the old things they knew 1035|Leave a track of blood and tears on its feet, ======================================== SAMPLE 5340 ======================================== 1304|I saw the leaves fall from the tree. 1304|The night was dark when I was born,-- 1304|The air is cold, the trees are bare, 1304|I see the moonlight on the lake, 1304|The clouds are black and sere. 1304|And yet I love the moonlight quite, 1304|And the stars are near and bright; 1304|For they are my friends that weep, 1304|I love the night in cold December 1304|For stars are on the blue. 1304|And yet I love the moonlight quite, 1304|And the stars afar and dim-- 1304|For they are my friends that grieve and grieve, 1304|I love the night in July! 1304|When I came down from the hill, 1304|I saw the squirrels run: 1304|But I said amiss,--heigh-ho! 1304|Tho' the squirrels call! 1304|When I came down from the hill, 1304|(I said amiss)--heigh-ho! 1304|Tho' the wind blew, the leaves did fly, 1304|But I never saw a leaf! 1304|I will go when I come hie, 1304|An' the moon will shine behind; 1304|But I never go when I come hie, 1304|Heigh-ho! heigh-ho! 1304|Heigh-ho! heigh-ho! heigh-ho! 1304|Heigh-ho! heigh-ho! heigh-ho! 1304|Heigh-ho! heigh-ho! heigh-ho! 1304|Heigh-ho! heigh-ho! heigh-ho! 1304|A year ago, as I was walking, 1304|I heard a song a-ringing: 1304|'Twas a song I loved to hear a-ringing, 1304|I used to love the sound thereof. 1304|When the autumn days were drawing nigh, 1304|When the wind did blast and blast me, 1304|I was a boy again, I was a boy, 1304|With my hair unwrit, and my head bowed; 1304|And I used to sit and wonder, 1304|What the use of being a man, 1304|Since the song would ring, and the song would sing, 1304|Till I thought, "_Heaven save us all_!" 1304|So I sought to understand, 1304|What was meant by the song I heard a-ringing, 1304|And I knew that the age was o'er. 1304|I can tell now beyond a doubt 1304|What the burthen of manhood is-- 1304|Woe and thirst of existence drear, 1304|Loss of all that makes existence sweet. 1304|I will rouse you, dearest, and I trust 1304|In a richer source from our Saviour's side: 1304|I will tell you the secret of life, 1304|And then, my dearest, why you shall wake. 1304|I am weary of all that I have not known, 1304|I am weary of all the pleasures I have none: 1304|I will visit a distant land 1304|Where the suns and the seasons all dance in one; 1304|And I know that the days will be long, 1304|And the nights will be wild, but I will win. 1304|I will visit a distant land 1304|With the dewdrops on their forehead and feet, 1304|And the stars will wink on the drowsy air, 1304|And the birds will pass in a dream through the trees; 1304|But if it be not in vain that I go, 1304|I will win in the end by the long ways. 1304|I will visit a distant land 1304|With a new friend come every day, 1304|And I will win, if it be in vain, 1304|By the long ways and the wild ways. 1304|But I know that victory will be mine 1304|Should I come at nightfall to the shore,-- 1304|And as night comes to bid good-night, 1304|I will go back into the dark. 1304|I will stay for a moment on my way, ======================================== SAMPLE 5350 ======================================== 1365|With the same look in his eyes as when he first saw us; 1365|"I cannot say, never mind, 1365|'Twas something to have heard you say last December, 1365|'Mong the hound's bones that were flung away upon the sea; 1365|I cannot say it's gone, though it is all forgotten; 1365|Ah! yes, you know, the hound, too, had his bones; 1365|And then, of course, the hound had his bones with the sea." 1365|He had heard us all; and so he said that to us; 1365|Then he took the hound's bones that were thrown away upon the sea. 1365|With the same look in his eyes as when he first saw us. 1365|So he walked away, with a solemn footstep, 1365|(His step was graceful and his stride was fleet,) 1365|And the white hawse was left to the rocks and the winds, 1365|And we went to the hut that looked out beyond our door. 1365|We are all alone; and we sit there alone, 1365|Grown weary of the sea's laughter and the stars, 1365|Weary of the wind and sky, 1365|The hills and rivers. In the summer time 1365|The brown bees hum, 1365|The wind sings as they swim,-- 1365|With all the pulses one might hear therein, 1365|How the wind and the water rise and fall, 1365|How the waves flow through the branches gray and old, 1365|How the trees make music, and how they swell, 1365|Rising with beauty and silence in their grace, 1365|And falling with music till they rend and bend. 1365|I can see no more the light, that made it bright, 1365|And every day I sit alone in doubt, 1365|Wandering away, by thy lonely dwelling place, 1365|With thy dim room for meeting, and the sea's far line, 1365|The wind and the sunset and the stars before me, 1365|And the island in the distance, when I may look 1365|To where thy life is hid. 1365|It is not in thy life to know 1365|That all my days are shadows of a dream; 1365|That I could never hope to live as they, 1365|The things are dimmer in thy sight. I find 1365|My life so little of the pleasant joy 1365|It has to-day, it is not in thy life. 1365|A very beautiful village is lying at 1365|Its foundation stones, though it has no name 1365|Beside its ruins, and its hills are hid 1365|Somewhere in the ocean of the sky; 1365|With little children sleeping in its halls, 1365|All in the shadow of a roof of straw. 1365|The old and old among them come to read 1365|The books of life, when there are not four 1365|Rivers in all that town. There is the tale 1365|Of Adam in the old, and of the earth 1365|Creeping and growing as Adam through time; 1365|Of Orion on the mountains, and how 1365|He gave the Hebrews their entertainment 1365|When the high mountains, by their smoke appeared 1365|To all, in darkness, made his darkness more. 1365|There is the ancient story of the winds, 1365|With fated forms and shapes of spirits wing'd, 1365|Awhile the village stood deserted, there 1365|No people living, and no houses near 1365|To take them in. In vain the people pray'd 1365|On earth, in heaven, in ether, in the air, 1365|At window and at window-pane, and thought 1365|That Christ would come to help them! The blind, 1365|And the deaf, and the monotonous servant-folk, 1365|With beggar's rags, and with soul rending cries, 1365|And the rich and proud, that rule the village earth, 1365|As they rule it by the sword, the pen and plow, 1365|And the hoarse laughter of the people's drunkards, 1365|Are growing in number, and the village dames, 1365|Who are of a truth to say the ======================================== SAMPLE 5360 ======================================== 1728|this way? Do not go back to thy men, but lay thy head upon the rock 1728|{*} Let us leave him, if he will come in the middle of his meal 1728|to the place where the man with the beard grows thick and white, 1728|and who is called the Fishesman, and is famed throughout the 1728|nations for cunning. But now let us return together, for this 1728|goeth ever as a trustier of goods than of ill, when the poor 1728|one of his friends is of a very inferior stature. And if he 1728|can tell of the house you see standeth here with doors 1728|closed, which that wretched one hath in his house stolen from 1728|thy people, O then shall he return in anger, and that man 1728|shall turn even now on me with anger, so I know not 1728|of it, and I will not flee away.' 1728|Then Odysseus of many counsels answered him saying: 'Ah, my 1728|friend, the wise one of the sea is the son of Poseidon, 1728|and thereby it behoves thee to give ear to all his words 1728|and all his teaching; moreover his father knows and his 1728|father's counsellors, and he would fain persuade thee to flee 1728|with me back to the house of Hades, for this man is far a 1728|fiercer and more of a shrewd sailor, and the son does not come 1728|up well in a debate. So would that we both were like to be as 1728|like in speech and deed, that we might be as hardy in the 1728|hunt of fish as is the reed with the grey moss growing on 1728|when the wind is blowing; therefore let us go back, and let 1728|me lay my head upon the rock, and thy words so spake. For 1728|this man is more haughty than thou deemest, who is a 1728|wise Lear of a goddess by the name of Pallas Athene, and he 1728|rides with nine men on his back but rides not in the course 1728|of the race. But he makes me a great gift, and my son is given 1728|of him; yea, all his house is dedicated to Pallas Athene, and 1728|dice-bearing Telemachus. Yea, all his house, and all his 1728|welfare and his estate he gave to her, that to the end 1728|of his life he might go hence and see his son, and all his 1728|nations be his own, and he might reign in many lands.' 1728|Then answered wise Penelope: 'O daughter of wise-doting 1728|Peroenor, how doth this seem to thee best? Nay, speak not 1728|without in quietness, for all thy mind is set upon 1728|evil as thou sayest. Behold, I shall bring thee at the last, 1728|this very night, a man that shall tempt thee to take his part 1728|in a fight, or by the will of Fate, if she so will, and 1728|there, seeing him I will no longer fear, for there will be no 1728|more fear of a man to assail me; only the will of the 1728|Father holdeth both with more strength than of his sons.' 1728|Then didst thou say among the mournful people: 1728|'O daughter of wise-doting Pero, son of wise Telamon! 1728|now I see at last the end of my travail, my lordly house 1728|comes to its own. I have seen my son in the field, 1728|sore beset by troubles, and I know at the last the 1728|desire of a man whom I could not have left. But now I can 1728|tell thee what I will; go to the house of Hades, and bring 1728|forth the son of Crissus, that he may bear his lord the 1728|shield, and do thou bring him by thee back to thy dear country, 1728|and to thee, if thee thou willest, shalt thou free him of his 1728|sore distress.' 1728|Then answered the noble youth, wise Telemachus: 'My son, thou 1728|knewest a great evil, but now thine own hurt is ======================================== SAMPLE 5370 ======================================== 2130|(Yet one-sided, as at present,) his speech; and, 2130|And most of all, I fear, his conscience--for he-- 2130|A man of his own, and not as yet of my line, 2130|Is almost as poor as he is poor in thought: 2130|To be, and not to do, his most urgent care 2130|To make this the best Court--and still a Court! 2130|How I dread his death! For it is his life, 2130|And my death is his; and the worst is yet to come. 2130|The man may die whom his heart desires to save, 2130|Nor ever yet had a life, I think, of his own; 2130|But not before all, as may happen to some, 2130|Know this, he lived his life, he lived his time, 2130|The man with a soul like ours has a soul! 2130|"But what dost thou here, that thou shalt not go 2130|To thy home? Thou hast no father, brother, friend, 2130|Or kindred near at hand--no friend to say 2130|Thou art descended from the great and good! 2130|And when we had been asking of these three-- 2130|Father, mother,--and the sons of thine to gain-- 2130|(For thou wast asking, in truth, they were at first 2130|Not very willing, but their wishes grew 2130|Tumultuous, and their pride not yet grew colder, 2130|The same I say; their prayers, as I may say, 2130|Were for my burial: it was all in vain! 2130|They swore, and could not: Oft their prayers grew vain! 2130|I then came home; I now must die in jail." 2130|"And why, my little damask, hast thou come, 2130|To ask for my life?--why hast thou brought 2130|The name of his friend, of him thou dost love? 2130|For some vague purpose, now, thy spirit burns 2130|With a desire to break thy fellows' scorn. 2130|Why then make they the death of a soul, 2130|And their delight the ruin of my name?" 2130|"Well said I to him; and he spake no more, 2130|But wept: the tears fell as on filmy wings. 2130|"One day, when my heart was full of pain, 2130|And grief was deepening in my numb gray head, 2130|A little voice, all tender and severe, 2130|Smote me with joy, and I did well forbear. 2130|It made me feel new depths of man and woman; 2130|It broke the spell of silence so intense, 2130|And I could taste the fresh air, and hear the wind. 2130|But when the next day came, I could not brook 2130|This dull stillness: as at daybreak on all roads, 2130|The slow loricks of the night came stumbling in, 2130|And on the road so choked, it seemed I were 2130|Half mad, half deaf!--I know not how, and what if I 2130|Was heaped upon a bed of thorns from the first. 2130|"I know not why, but evermore I seemed 2130|To grow at least a little weaker; I felt 2130|That even while my heart was beating so high, 2130|I was not working at its utmost capacity." 2130|"I was not then so greatly troubled by dreams 2130|Or such a sense of impending ruin; I 2130|Was not so much annoyed at the slights 2130|And the strange threats which now from each mouth came, 2130|As when I found my friend, Sir Gawayne, at last, 2130|His hair all matted up and his beard hung down." 2130|"Then I remembered how some one had told 2130|How, in a certain house, the woman he loved 2130|Had been a harlot, whom he had deceived, 2130|And deceived himself; yet was not soothed 2130|Or convinced by this; and now I grew aware, 2130|I did but live and thrill with thoughts like these." 2130|"And a strong desire to leave off these threats 2130|Put forth strong arms, as if ======================================== SAMPLE 5380 ======================================== 29574|Her eyes, and were with shame of shame, to show, 29574|Which was the cause of all their shame. 29574|But when she did behold 29574|His beauty, he was changed to stone 29574|And, while there fortune chang'd again, 29574|With her she saw the end of all. 29574|When he perceiv'd the heav'nlie light 29574|Glow in her eare, his pride of youth 29574|Turn'd from her, and his heart was war, 29574|Which could not fall with love, for Death. 29574|Then she, which had ne'er such shame, 29574|Was all agog with grief, and gan to heare 29574|Such tales about the Count, that all her eares 29574|Were fill'd with noise, and she began to weep. 29574|"Oh, what a wretch am I to say, 29574|That Love is such a worm, or such a leech, 29574|To cure so hard a wretch as I"-- 29574|"Oh, do not speak of his death, for hee 29574|Is dead, and must not die for aye; 29574|His death to thee and to mye is a leech, 29574|To cure me of my death, which I was dreadd. 29574|The paines of life, the griefs, the sufferings, 29574|Which all the world with envy meet, 29574|For his new-found art were noonday heat, 29574|And all my sorrows were a night, 29574|When he must die ere day was made. 29574|"But wherefore dost my true love sigh, _Ah_, 29574|And sigh so full, _Ah_, sigh all the day, 29574|And when my true love liv'd, so forc'd, 29574|And came to death, where he was dreadd? 29574|I love thee, hauing been deceav'd, I say, 29574|And hauing liv'd, I say, liv'd with thee. 29574|"Why do I sigh, sad, weepd fair one? because 29574|Thy face is all of grief and tear. 29574|No place can meet that thou mayst passe, 29574|Thy griefe too deep, thy tears too dree. 29574|I am a poor woman, and haue all for sold, 29574|And have not liv'd, that long I may have lived. 29574|"No way but this, for that thy grief doth passe, 29574|My way is better than the common waye, 29574|My griefe is solace to my lover, passe 29574|My griefe, then I shall come to life againe. 29574|When Love is come, and thou hast liv'd well, 29574|He moor thee by his fireside then. 29574|Then thy young life shall glad appear, 29574|And all thy troubles all shall end. 29574|"When thou hast telld me this, and said I had a Son, 29574|Who should be blest his sence with thee, so shall He; 29574|Thy sorrows shall be lighted then by his bright rays, 29574|Thy dolours by his grace, and thus my woes shall bee: 29574|For God will be thy Saviour, when He shall send 29574|A gospeller to bring the world to His rest. 29574|"O, no, no, sweete Muses, cease thy tuneful strains: 29574|Thou hast taught us by the mightie wingse of Ph[oe]be, 29574|Thy sweete voice that pierc'd our owne, doth raine us so. 29574|Yet now, my heart, I pray thee take me with thee; 29574|To-morrow, and till my death, my soule may lie 29574|On thine, that I may sleep, and never wake again. 29574|"And to the life, sweete Muses, be thou blest. 29574|Thou dost my life remit, and my goodnes affaire; 29574|O, thou dost well, or if not, why soe more? 29574|And who that lou'd and loved me, that did loue thee, 29574|Let it ======================================== SAMPLE 5390 ======================================== 3160|They fly, and turn, and fly again: a race 3160|Of warriors, swifter than the wind, appear: 3160|The chariot wheels in air, and breaks the foe; 3160|On ground the warriors fall, the chariot flies, 3160|And all his breathless limbs the foe surrounds. 3160|Their force they lift, as on the ground they stand: 3160|The foremost falls; he rolls the car before, 3160|And, half-buried, half in ruins lies. 3160|The rest from earth to earth resost convey 3160|His lifeless limbs; and with loud shouts he dies: 3160|Then, pressing onward o'er the level waste, 3160|The hero, though unweeting, calls away 3160|The god, and thus his faithful friends proclaim: 3160|The fleet, which he, thy son, had left to chance. 3160|So, heaps on heaps they fall, and cover o'er 3160|That which he saw unfold; but ere he close 3160|Diana sinks, and darkness shades the land! 3160|Heaving his breast and lifting on his sword; 3160|A shower of fragments from his hand she throws, 3160|Then turns to rest, and slumbers all the day. 3160|Meantime Ulysses to the ships repairs, 3160|And gathers from the crowd the sons of others. 3160|With the new sun descending, as they went, 3160|The crowd with noise of waggons throng the ways; 3160|Horses on their shoulders bear, and armed heroes, 3160|And o'er the crowd with clamour and with haste 3160|Darts, and, with mingled shouts, their steeds along; 3160|A well-breathed tumult mingling with the car, 3160|Loud as the roaring of a tempest in thee; 3160|O'er all the spacious field tumultuous flows 3160|The voice of shoutings; and the charioteers 3160|With shouts of men exalt their steeds more high. 3160|As a wing'd air o'er summer trees, in air, 3160|The winds with varying gales descending drive, 3160|And now high o'er their heads the clouds they drive; 3160|With joyous gales the sons of morning pass 3160|To their own country; and the rosy morn, 3160|With gentle dawn, awakes the swarming bees: 3160|Then, at their rising, in the sacred bay 3160|The sacred race of Delphos they behold, 3160|And the pale queen, and high-roof'd dome behold, 3160|Where great Apollo, son of Jove, did sleep. 3160|There, seated by the sacred waters fed, 3160|The reverend elders all with deep accord 3160|Shaped the sacred wains, and raised the massy wall; 3160|Bade the fair bowers in glorious symmetry 3160|With glorious sheen the skilful hands of Jove 3160|Heap sacred honor where they would command; 3160|There lay the massy beams, and laid the planks of wood: 3160|Then raised the wall in order wise to prove, 3160|And from the lofty gates to close were ranged: 3160|The rest a fit design, with skill and pace, 3160|The numerous people might execute. 3160|The sacred bowers the priests, who there abide 3160|With gentle prayers, a present welcome give; 3160|With these the sacred city, and the fane 3160|And temple of our great patron Jove; 3160|(Who gave, when Jove his solemn vow bestowed, 3160|To bless Parnassus; and was patron of art, 3160|Who gave us to be all the gods above, 3160|And of all things, good, happy, safe, and pure!) 3160|There the three sacred temples of the gods 3160|Gaily he builds; his son with art endued, 3160|A sculptured wall, a roof of gold embellished, 3160|And brings the gods to view: the gods appear 3160|As in tall cloud, ethereal in design: 3160|The royal lord a seat and throne supplies, 3160|And thunders from a brazen belfry sound. 3160 ======================================== SAMPLE 5400 ======================================== 1745|The fainting Centaur to support, till light 1745|Play'd back the handdrip of thir Circular Ray. 1745|As when from where the Murchadh Achill 1745|Shoots from the frozen plain the snowy snow, 1745|Searing the leafless wood and barren stalk, 1745|--Here on his sober mountaineer descried 1745|Celestial form, that from the fire exhal'd 1745|V/ere witness, where the narrow gauge ended, 1745|The dreadful Lines about to ascend 1745|With dreadful edge, and all thir dismal ranks 1745|With horrid clangour rung; so saw ye then 1745|Forth rush'd each raging Fury, clash as loud 1745|As heard the Deep when tempest from the Gates 1745|Of Heav'ns high Column summons surging Strife; 1745|And, clash'd in fierce discordance and confus'd, 1745|The Miskode Thunder shook the Reformed sere 1745|Hinges of Heav'ns immixt: nor such as heard 1745|In Cyclades at evening the thick sound 1745|Of discordant woods and caverns, and the roar 1745|Of seas and storm prevailing; so heard there 1745|The Cave resounding with the tumultuous shades, 1745|And flight of Sobrino and with Sobrino 1745|The other Titan-descended. Twice the two 1745|Hurl'd boulders from amid the curving straps 1745|Of the large tent, twice stood straiter rings of Cove 1745|The third time round; nor other cause of this 1745|The voice nor restraining silence of the Powers 1745|Could declare. Then thus the sire of them all 1745|To Vulcan: "Vulcan, now instructed deem 1745|Thy utmost might; to thee I call, and pray 1745|That on the judgment Day thou wilt not lack 1745|Reward, satisfying this our sacrifice. 1745|Let thine aliment, prepared and stored, be placed 1745|As in our tent, and thine and ours alike 1745|Be glory and exultance both of guiltless Gods. 1745|Then shalt thou thus (peradventure more blam'd) 1745|Invoke the aid of good Jupiter to aid 1745|Our priesthood, and to new fire our zeal 1745|Inciting to this strive our Sibyls twin: 1745|Who will assist our Race, and bring us back 1745|Our array in sooner day, than ours; that light 1745|Which us Disiacraeus in thir doom oppos'd 1745|Inignantly, and unknowing why invok'd. 1745|His promise he our fervent fasting now 1745|Insensibly quits: night comes on; and we 1745|Eat, drink, and slumber; other evils pastay, 1745|Ceaseless assaulted; and the sable Night 1745|Uplifted deep, with malignant charms 1745|Bearing away the slighter beauties of the East, 1745|Whose starry lustre steals her way, acquires 1745|But late to her deserved repose; ill timed 1745|She thinks not till by pole or gulf her mounted 1745|Sats natal Time has clos'd, and in the Sun 1745|Has clos'd her reign; she then no more reposing, 1745|But high in heaven her ancient ward descends, 1745|To rise with Parsee womankind, or sing 1745|To PONTUS, with celestial plaint her woes 1745|Pleading, or to leeward raise her infant call 1745|From SINAEAN plains, or Eumenides; 1745|Or of the Tyrrhene broidery mould 1745|Chaplet and plume after Chaplet be made, 1745|To wreathe with Tincture of the Gaulish flowers 1745|Thir purple vault; while all thir native air 1745|With unextinguish'd lustre burns around, 1745|Rais'd high in brazen holm, and pierc'd deep 1745|With gems of diamond, set with ruby head; 1745|While round their beauteous brows with clust'ring hair 1745|Flow'd out uncurtain'd, and in her soft arms 1745|The Serpent ======================================== SAMPLE 5410 ======================================== 1279|When I came by, I saw, 1279|And I've been ever since. 1279|'My love 's a pretty Bird, and wears a roguish, 1279|brave green coat; 1279|But, I judge, he 's not worth five guineas, 1279|Though his plumage is charming and gay, 1279|And his plumage bears a fair resemblance 1279|To The Queen's Lover's Chappelow; 1279|And The Queen is so proud that now she threatens 1279|She will sue for instigation, 1279|To send for Robin, lest he take The Raven, 1279|In revenge for the debt he owes. 1279|Now, dear Robin, dost thou dream of the day 1279|Thou cam'st to woo? 1279|For I dreamt there was a green-gown on, 1279|And a rosebud in the can; 1279|And a little piper, and a dancing maid, 1279|And a singing-trumpetaine, 1279|And the green-gown upon thy cheeks was hung, 1279|And thou cam'st to woo. 1279|Dost thou dream now, poor Robin, in the night, 1279|For the ruby was in thine e'e? 1279|Or was it Mary-land?--the roguish Raven 1279|Came a-hawking by thy bed? 1279|And did her green-gowne ring as thou wert wed, 1279|And the silver plume beneath? 1279|But--thou seest not! thou art not wedded to 1279|The Green-gowne Raven! 1279|Is it a roguish roguish roome for The Raven? 1279|Or may'st thou woo The Queen? 1279|Will The Raven's nest be her pride in thine, 1279|And the emerald crest above? 1279|Dost thou woo, Robin? or dost thou woo? 1279|Thou art not wedded to The Queen. 1279|'Twas a green-gowne roome 1279|A lady lay on a green-gowne green sea, 1279|The-King sat by her knee, the lady fair, 1279|And she said: Sir King, I am not your wife, 1279|I'm the daughter of a lord that 's lately been dead; 1279|And he fell in lyther a-feing his last bow, 1279|And the lady heard it, and she wept sore. 1279|The King he cried anon, his forseil was well; 1279|The lady beheld, and gan to weep for fear: 1279|"The King, that sitteth here, he 's lyke well nigh, 1279|But evermore shall I see him alone." 1279|"Nay, lady, though thou beel not lyest here, 1279|I never may ken aright, I'm dee'd for fay."-- 1279|"That is no cause, the King sall see thy sire, 1279|That o'er-rode England e'en to the North."-- 1279|"That shall ne'er be my durty, then thou sall ha'e 1279|The-King!" She wept anon, and gan to cry. 1279|The King she cried a while, and thought her hame; 1279|But "Away, O awa! thy lady gay, 1279|Thy father sall ta'en a' his goods away, 1279|And thy maistrieboyne thraw thee in the gate." 1279|The Lady said, "If it be my sire's hame 1279|I trow he 'll gie it ne'er ae mite." 1279|The King she cried a while; and her luve she hit, 1279|"Now, now, she 'll kythe, I maun no luve." 1279|Oh, 'tis a sad sight to see the tears 1279|Fast falling from the lady's sunny e'e: 1279|Poor Robin she! how did he seem, 1279|By his dear lady's words, to be undone? 1279|There grew a cold in his lady's cheek, 1279 ======================================== SAMPLE 5420 ======================================== 20956|The sweetest thing that ever was, 20956|And yet she could not love me. 20956|I will not say, "I love thee more," 20956|And yet thou wert not true; 20956|But like a dove could I not stay 20956|To tell true love the whole day. 20956|I will not say, "I love thee more," 20956|And yet thou wert not true; 20956|But like a dove could I not stay 20956|To tell true love the whole day. 20956|Why should she not be wise and know 20956|The things that I can tell? 20956|Or why should she be blind and not feel 20956|The dear things I can teach? 20956|I would not say, "I love thee more," 20956|And yet thou wert not true; 20956|But like a dove could I not stay 20956|To tell true love the whole day. 20956|But lately came a sorrow o'er me 20956|So heavy, so dark, and so great; 20956|That all the joys of childhood fled away 20956|From me,--and life was very heavy. 20956|I cried as doth an infant when 20956|Aught goeth wrong, and he therefor 20956|Departs from wholesome dream,-- 20956|"O my dear lady, do not cry! 20956|I would undo thee for a time!" 20956|She wept, she sighed, she wept,--therefore 20956|I softly took her in mine arm, 20956|And she wept, and sighed, and said, 20956|"It was too hard, O Lord, for me." 20956|"Thy choice?" said gentle and kind; 20956|"Not now, O gentle one! 20956|I am with thee for evermore: 20956|Not even the devil could make me 20956|For him a second stay!" 20956|I sat me down upon the grass 20956|To drink, and heard the rivulet 20956|Singing as it ran along. 20956|The water that for miles around 20956|Was ever clear and bright and cool-- 20956|The lovely sounds on either hand-- 20956|Rippled o'er its bank and came 20956|So soft and low, it seemed _it_ were glass; 20956|The daintiest lambs in all the field 20956|Grew bold beneath their kindly look; 20956|And from the banks of either hand 20956|Appeared the children, gaily clad, 20956|Of every sex and race and age, 20956|In that sweet summer's season gay. 20956|All things that are on earth, 20956|And the green earth are their friend 20956|With all its own green earth. 20956|There's a dear spot in the world 20956|Where I never go to-day, 20956|And never shall forget there, 20956|Till I grow up to man's estate, 20956|And take to my wing the air 20956|Like an Eagle high and high, 20956|To seek and find his nest. 20956|The place is a happy spot, 20956|The dew upon the clover, 20956|The sweet little, silver shower, 20956|And the sweet little, linnet's nest. 20956|The little cloud that snares us 20956|In her aery, noonday zone, 20956|The low, gray sky, the dew, 20956|Make me forget that spot for aye, 20956|And my heart's aye gladness there 20956|While the world's a joyous bore. 20956|The little cloud that snares us, 20956|In her aery, noonday zone, 20956|The little light that meets us 20956|Out of the white stars' skies, 20956|I could tell you every thing 20956|That the little cloud that snares us 20956|In her aery, noonday zone, 20956|The little gleam that faints us 20956|In the gold of her radiant eye, 20956|The sweet little, silent gleam, 20956|The dear little, still, dim glisten. 20956|I could tell you every thing, 20956| ======================================== SAMPLE 5430 ======================================== 17393|That the world's a play on two words: 17393|And I--my fate's the same, I'm just a bally boy. 17393|And what the difference is? 17393|'Tis an easy matter, I think, 17393|To guess: you see I'm not so young 17393|As all my fellows, and I'm not so wise-- 17393|Yet I'm not an idiot, either, 17393|For I draw analogy, indeed. 17393|For I know the world when I pick up an object, 17393|I know the world of it, whatever I learn. 17393|And it's plain as anyone can read this book or this 17393|That they are made up of two and three 17393|And four and five and six and seven 17393|And eight and nine, 17393|In a world as big as that and dim as that and lean as this. 17393|And I am simply, really, and really dumb 17393|With the little things that they say, 17393|Which they put into my head and turn into ash, 17393|Like so many of them: 17393|I'm not sure how many years I've been alive, 17393|But I know how many fools were born, 17393|And why the world's a fool and not a fool. 17393|What is it all about? 17393|The light that burns across dark ways 17393|To the dear, dim face of childhood; 17393|The days when I could dream of things 17393|As pleasant as they were; 17393|The longings for the things that were not; 17393|The hard knocks that turned out just as good as they were; 17393|The hopes that just came true, 17393|And fears that seemed a fable; 17393|The years in which, from beginning to end, 17393|Life seemed always less than nothing; 17393|All this you do not understand, 17393|--How much less 17393|Than nothing, 17393|What little things make it a while to read. 17393|And yet, how much less! 17393|All of it: the sunsets and the dews, 17393|The laughter and the drowsiness, 17393|The talk about the coming year, 17393|The years that lead and years that lag, 17393|The years that do not know me yet, 17393|The lessons taught and taught me more 17393|Than ever then or any can know. 17393|(And now that I've turned eighty-one I shall keep my promise 17393|To make these years as pleasant as my first-- 17393|Not counting the years when Time stands still 17393|And nothing ever happens, 17393|Not counting the years when, in that city, 17393|I come to hold the keys of an unknown city, 17393|With some new song in a new language, 17393|That may be less familiar, 17393|Or be the language of the people I've taught it to teach it to 17393|me.) 17393|Oh, but the years have beauty that were mere illusion 17393|Or more than double conceit. 17393|They come and go in motion, 17393|They pass, and something new is born, 17393|Something beautiful of a strange, strange power: 17393|The years seem dancing lights by the way of flowers. 17393|(For the world is not the world only!--All men are not 17393|the same--the beautiful, the wise, the strong, the beautiful 17393|and wise, are born of the same secret.--Here is the 17393|way I think of it, and my fancy has been spotless: 17393|But I never--for I knew not that I knew 17393|the way I dealt with the years, in a strange way, 17393|as an old maid with an old song in her mouth, 17393|that knows not her own language, 17393|that knows not any other language-- 17393|She will write, and the world will read it--and that 17393|other world will answer it or explain it, 17393|and bewail it;) 17393|She will write it with ink that is never wet, 17393|wet, not good for living, 17393|and the world will read it, and the wise men will smile, 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 5440 ======================================== 1365|The voice of a poet, and the voice of the king 1365|Came from the windows of the temple, and the voice 1365|Thus ended the king, and he bowed his head; 1365|And the people stood and listened, and rejoiced. 1365|And the king raised his right hand unto the sun, 1365|With the power of God, and the people's blessing 1365|Came, as it had done before; but a cry 1365|Came from among the people, shouting, shouting, 1365|"Hence away! hence away with the heathen!" 1365|And the king raised his left hand and unto the moon 1365|Shone the King of Heaven; and while the moon 1365|Lowly descended and the sun arose, 1365|And the stars shone larger in the heaven, 1365|From the temple came a man, a sagacious man, 1365|Who said, "This is a sign that Solomon 1365|Is come home again, and we have fulfilled 1365|Our promise to him. But the heathen men 1365|Shall no longer keep it; they have not learned 1365|The wisdom of God's law, like us, nor know 1365|The blessings of salvation. Away with them! 1365|The Lord our God is God of truth and love; 1365|He saith unto us, Whoso keepeth these 1365|Very holy words, unto his own blood 1365|Are unclean things; but they shall not be 1365|By witchcraft or by sorcery, and they 1365|Shall be damned, and whoso saveth them savel'. 1365|The time approaches that must come at last, 1365|The fateful time, when Jesus shall appear 1365|In His own flesh, and at His glorious trial 1365|Shall answer to the world and to the world's sons. 1365|Then on His glorious trial will He look 1365|With unshaken purpose and not in doubt, 1365|And, knowing that they are His disciples, 1365|Turn unto them and be witnesses, 1365|And be the witnesses, and prove them right. 1365|And they shall answer unto Him, and say, We know 1365|The Scriptures, and our Father, He the Christ, 1365|Whom we rejected, crucifies our hearts; 1365|Hath put upon us the wounds of death; hath brake 1365|The shackles of the flesh, and hath laid them low, 1365|And has given us a glorious entrance into rest. 1365|Then for His mercy His right hand He will take, 1365|And in His mercy His left hand He will hold, 1365|While he fights for us with Right and Wrong, 1365|And all the host of Satan. 1365|Then the King gave place 1365|As from a dream and all unheeding, 1365|Past they passed, as through a glass of ray 1365|The glorious Vision of the King was seen, 1365|And all the multitude turned their eyes 1365|To the King's appearance, and were filled 1365|With wonder at the sight of him before. 1365|And there rose up from those who stood before, 1365|As from a whirlwind, the old man, and he 1365|Saw all the multitude with awe and wonder. 1365|"Ho! let us take our swords," he said, 1365|And called to them the chieftains, and they came. 1365|And all the multitude of those who stood there 1365|Gathered about the King, and each one was armed. 1365|But he was the stronger, and they all, 1365|They all turned on him with anger and strife, 1365|And bade him yield them back their former birth, 1365|And all the multitude were overcome. 1365|He turned at these commands, and, behold! 1365|They took the holy water from his hands, 1365|And bore it in their youthful cheeks, and so 1365|Stayed them among the multitude. 1365|"Let us go forth, and be as free men," 1365|They cried, as if in chains. "O meek, let us go 1365|And become like men, like all good folk. 1365|To-day our fathers' blood is on our hands!" 1365|But he was stronger and more ======================================== SAMPLE 5450 ======================================== 8793|Ere long shall be in all its beauty dim, 8793|That here it stand, and every thing be gay." 8793|The sound was of a lute, that, failing string, 8793|Was fain to have prevailed with better lyre; 8793|And, as it fail'd, exclaim'd, "Ah, vain delusive light! 8793|To which dark Erato mutely show'd 8793|The shadows of the centuries behind." 8793|Such was the sigh, that, in my native shore, 8793|While yet the light was litanies of Chillon, 8793|From those sad shades I turned, and saw, above, 8793|Far, farther than my feeble ken could bear, 8793|At times, a thousand suns glance upward: I, 8793|More than the thousand, had been showered death 8793|And gibbering hell below. What are those 8793|Fast-fellen from that centre, where they stood 8793|The rest of that split theatre, their eyes 8793|Bent on the dance, but on the dance they look'd 8793|On me, who from the dance exulting went. 8793|While so the sainted vows I devoutly made, 8793|The haughty Vanarious smil'd, and said, "I see 8793|My covenant with you is faithfully kept." 8793|Far as the heav'nly tablets entitle our sphere, 8793|So that physician or historian 8793|May speak of this, half-utterable verse, 8793|At Aix, at the close of the Century, 8793|"VETAIRE, est mortuosus angelorum 8793|Unica pastor emeritis;"--whom I saw 8793|Not distant from the mount, and seemed to fly 8793|With the sweet mien, whence he had arriv'd, he came, 8793|And said, "Shade of my shadow, whom I sought, 8793|Here findest thou? tell me who thou wast: my song 8793|Tells of my fall." With that he tore away 8793|The boughs of his delicious olive-wood, 8793|And, as they coughed, in shade III replied, 8793|"I was of Frankfort, and was thrice bet all 8793|To win that furious wretch, who casts about 8793|For honours, in the world without a peer. 8793|My soul went forth a first-fangling spirit, 8793|And, like that fox, whom all the woods invite, 8793|Hunts for the opening of her casque by rocks. 8793|My good sword, that marvellously pass'd 8793|Through many an angle, gave me to see 8793|My brother's guilt in him, here, only seen 8793|In visions of the flesh. With that I smote 8793|The yew-tree, with my affright; there crouching down, 8793|I rag'd against the cocks; and, the tempter's pawn, 8793|Parted in four I fell. That done, to right 8793|I turn'd me, and with ready sword & mace 8793|At once on either side smote me so, that chance 8793|It struck not from me, but my astounded guides 8793|Met face to face with those black crows, who, turning 8793|Against the mace of unmoving Havoc, charged 8793|Full on the place where my right foot stood. 8793|At this the shield of us two do not now 8793|Impart, what otherwise might hap to lose. 8793|Whence, other than that we are but birds, 8793|And had rather meet a mortal blow 8793|In our own bosom than upon the cavern 8793|With a harder crash bear that heavy stone." 8793|As one, who in a dream hath found respite 8793|Needful from his anguish, such brief rest 8793|He maintains, with cries and gestures tame, 8793|Though fast drowning in his anguish; thus, as one 8793|Still struggling with himself, I struggled, after 8793|My guide's admonishment; and he, though bent 8793|Deep in thought, yet ere his lips were parted 8793|Confirming this, he said: "Now, now ======================================== SAMPLE 5460 ======================================== 1030|And the last song sung, and the last ball played, 1030|At a very great pub-crawl, 1030|Of which they'd little more ado 1030|Than to have a good lagers drink, 1030|And a good sot to bed below. 1030|And I'm quite sure Sir Guy was well content, 1030|If aught did proceed in the same sort, 1030|For he knew that his good horse was ready 1030|And his good sot to send to the wars. 1030|But the time arrived, and it seemed to the rest 1030|That he had not a horse in his bag, 1030|And the rest all went off at once, 1030|And were not a whit in their mood; 1030|Till some found a job which suited them, 1030|For they cut his bridle-tracks off, 1030|And were off a great way in a trice 1030|Into a water-tub for to drown. 1030|Then a great deal of trouble they had, 1030|For a stream, called by the want of telling, 1030|Burst through the meshes of their harness, 1030|Like a huge stone, and through his face it cut. 1030|But the saddleman, though he did shake 1030|His head, says that he cried to his wife, 1030|As she did to God in her bed afterwards. 1030|To ride the whole day through the great stone flood; 1030|Till he fell in, and was drowned too soon, 1030|By the shock of the spur which his own sword had 1030|By the saddle-strap knocked in by his feet; 1030|For there ran the spur, which was caught in the mud, 1030|And with the horse's own power the saddle-bag burst, 1030|And the spur and the horse's power went together. 1030|And they sank so low that the sorter swam 1030|His two hands through, and did not rise; 1030|And Sir Guy said, "My dear, you have drowned him 1030|Unless you make him rise." 1030|(The horses are riding down in a row, 1030|On the backs of horse and man.) 1030|But his poor horse, that looked but ill, 1030|Could not rise for want of _saddle_; 1030|So the saddletoolers they drew them up, 1030|And all were drowned in a wonderful way, 1030|And the two saddletools, Sir Guy and himself, 1030|Were drowned and buried in a certain place. 1030|I can't tell how the rest did go; 1030|But they were gone quite out of sight, 1030|And I'm told that they did all go right 1030|And did all all go wrong. 1030|One thing I do beseech you 1030|To know, that, on this very same day, 1030|Sitting in a wayward mood, 1030|It happen'd that Sir Guy was drowned, 1030|And he was at that moment drowned himself, 1030|And the great mess he did in the same; 1030|And the saddle-lid was raised, and the spurs 1030|Were re-holpen, at a great hurry, 1030|By the horse that did all ride on. 1030|But they made him rise out of his bed, 1030|And then he started in his train, 1030|And as the steed ran and did run 1030|He was on fire, and he was going round, 1030|And he did ride so slow, and so slow he rode, 1030|There didn't seem a chance of a stop, 1030|When the horse that fell not made up his mind 1030|To give the good horse any more fun! 1030|He made off as fast as he could, 1030|And it was twenty miles or more off, 1030|When the _saddle_ broke, he had done; 1030|Which did prove painful and disconcerted, 1030|With the whole mess falling out, and Sir Guy 1030|In the midst of them all, 1030|And a frightful death, 1030|For he was hurt in the face 1030|With a stone, which crack'd it quite. 1030|And then, as Sir Guy ======================================== SAMPLE 5470 ======================================== I'll be gone, 1279|And come back some day; 1279|But, if ye let me mind thee, 1279|As the first time Ie'n seen, 1279|I shall begin to ca' 1279|A new kind of love. 1279|The boors were out in the glen, 1279|The morn was in the west; 1279|Ladies, gentlemen, &c. 1279|The morn was in the west, &c. 1279|The bairns were belabouring the ground, 1279|They said, "We'll play the fool;" 1279|Ladies, gentlemen, &c. 1279|The fool laughed loud and clapt her hands, 1279|The children clapped and cried, 1279|The father ran up to the clerk in a rage, 1279|'Twas all a jest to them; 1279|Ladies, gentlemen, &c. 1279|The clerk was in a fright, she did run fast, 1279|For fear the children should kill; 1279|The father went by the Clerk's door, 1279|To tell her, if she stuck to her plan, 1279|They'd steal his horses root; 1279|Ladies, gentlemen, &c. 1279|The cattle came in at last, &c. 1279|The father came in at last, 1279|And looked about so vex'd, I thought, 1279|He well might be vex'd 1279|For talking with a fellow not of his kind, 1279|Which, by Jove, must make him jest, 1279|Ladies, gentlemen, &c. 1279|"Fetch," quoth he, "your cattle from the hill, 1279|And bring me my best hat and pants; 1279|A pint of Deco must be had within, 1279|With a cake of fresh earthen eels, 1279|To the foot of the mill, 1279|And a glass on the mill-water spread; 1279|A glass of rum, too, as usual; 1279|Ie also my hogs was cased, 1279|With a glass of our Barbary wine. 1279|The miller's wife came in at last, 1279|She was a poor, but finnd, cow-driver, 1279|A-marching borrdly her; 1279|She brought them all in neat, 1279|Though they were not half so clean as the wife of the miller!" 1279|Then went the wine 1279|And a glass in each hand, 1279|To put into each glass a pint of curd; 1279|The miller then brought in the cows, 1279|Till I rearted gan, 1279|At the gallop, a-field, 1279|To let them know I was come, for a fresh coat was on: 1279|His head it was so top, 1279|And his face so fair, 1279|That he was both lord and queen, 1279|In three short months and a; day and night, 1279|The world would aye be awd, 1279|But a-field ne'er bade good morrow; 1279|But a-field showed me my naked truth. 1279|"Forbear," my fair Sir Thomas cried, 1279|"Forbear your quarrel with me--" 1279|"Forbear!" the angry Sir Thomas roared, 1279|"That naked truth exposes thee!" 1279|Now, do you think, Sir Thomas, 1279|That you would be still thus true, 1279|If it should e'er appear 1279|That you lied to your girl at the wheel? 1279|For, if it did, thou wert 1279|Ne'er seen by a horse's leg, 1279|Ne'er would the horses stand near thee, 1279|Ne'er give a horse man 1279|Twice his own half-penny; 1279|If thine naked truth came out, 1279|Thou wert unholy. 1279|Now, if it did, then I'm sure 1279|That thy mouth thou should'st have kept 1279|Away oft' mair frae me, 1279|And my heart thou should'st hae kept; 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 5480 ======================================== 1041|And in the face of God I see thee, 1041|But none the less to God I see thee. 1041|Let no man say that I shall live the life 1041|To whom I give myself, or have gone astray, 1041|Or that I ever did thee wrong: 1041|I give myself in love, yet he who takes 1041|For his goal mere gift of hers, 1041|And who with his pleasures speeds to meet 1041|The fancies of another world, 1041|Sings not his song to make me weep, 1041|For he knows not that 'twas mine. 1041|Let no man say my lips are sealed with speech, 1041|Or immortal, or sacred from the grave: 1041|Love but as arms, and kisses blows 1041|Upon lips, which cannot kiss their own, 1041|And must be kissed with lips even thus. 1041|So to my heart thou dost ask a kiss as sweet 1041|As that which in the golden sun-beams lies: 1041|The kiss that she who in thy heart doth lie 1041|Turns to herself all day, or comes unseen 1041|At night, to kiss me when I sleep: 1041|But I, like her who dreams she art alive 1041|And sees the vision die away before her sight, 1041|Have scarce a kiss to give her lover; 1041|He goes with me with wings of his own, 1041|And on his wings his face he hath, 1041|Which is most like a rose, most red, 1041|And in each bud it stirreth most. 1041|Then kiss me, for I love thee: but with me 1041|I do not love thee for thy beauty's sake 1041|But for the love that is in my heart: 1041|And the nightingale's song is most like this,-- 1041|Love me for to win thee over, love: 1041|And the swan's song is most sweet to me 1041|When the sun is in my heart and in thine, 1041|And all the stars sing in each spray. 1041|O Love in truth my very blood hath drunk, 1041|I did believe thee, till thy beauty grew 1041|Fann'd with by thy breath, and I fell at thy feet, 1041|And all my heart upbore thee, and did fall, 1041|And fell together as one dead: 1041|And now my memory thereof is gone,-- 1041|It was a day of blindness, and I fell: 1041|And that was a night of blindness, and I lie 1041|Now on the earth I left thee, blind with love: 1041|For I forgot thee, and believed in pain 1041|That blind men must unto women go, 1041|And must to win thy worship, love: 1041|And that was love of sight, and love of love, 1041|That blind man must unto a man, 1041|Because his thoughts were with another's eyes-- 1041|Because his ways were with the earth: 1041|Therefore my memory thereof is gone, 1041|And this my head hath overcast. 1041|And the world-fount is cold, 1041|And the world-soul is chill; 1041|And the heart of the world is dark 1041|That hath such wide feet. 1041|The sky is cold, and the sea hath chill, 1041|And the sun hath his day: 1041|And the song of the world hath gone, 1041|And all the world hath ceased. 1041|But on my heart, on thine heart shall live 1041|The life I learnt in thee: 1041|And thy love shall walk with me, 1041|And thy face no more be sad, 1041|When all is over where it was wont. 1041|Then shall my soul be filled anew, 1041|And thy heart be filled anew, 1041|And I no longer long for what I have not, 1041|But take what I must have for change of pain: 1041|And thou, I say, be happy now! 1041|I know how much I am in blame, 1041|That I am a poor unhappy child 1041|In every care and every ill, 1041|That no comfort save thyself can give ======================================== SAMPLE 5490 ======================================== Mayhap 'twill be, and when ye hear 14591|In his own tongue one of your brothers, 14591|'Tis that he has been with us. 14591|My father here was very fond 14591|And ever of good cheer, 14591|For that I could, indeed, 14591|Singly be by him kept. 14591|O that we ne'er together 14591|Were parted in the war! 14591|My lord's son he a noble man, 14591|His heart is not his own: 14591|The lord now is my brother, 14591|So all will have its way. 14591|I'm brother? Why, then, whom now dost thou 14591|Know'st thou of knights the son so good? 14591|His name is not of high renown. 14591|I'm brother? Well, so may I: 14591|But, as the matter is, 14591|He's come at this late hour. 14591|I do not know, I'd gladly know, 14591|In all my life, the reason: 14591|Yet, if a brother so deigns, 14591|He may be called my brother! 14591|I see him in your chamber! 14591|And yet the only one 14591|Which, if I'd known what he is, 14591|I would have loved and loved 14591|With every ease and freely! 14591|I would not so: such thoughts are 14591|Unpleasant, in my sight. 14591|His name I long have wished my own, 14591|And now there is his will: 14591|I'll take it, like true love's vow-- 14591|I'll live with thee and love and marry. 14591|Forgive me, for, if, in spite of this, 14591|Myself must part from thee, 14591|To be my wife and keep us twain! 14591|My heart with grief is broken, 14591|For, I am torn and torn with fears; 14591|The maid, I've oft beheld afar, 14591|Was passing o'er a grave or mound of stone; 14591|And when I went unto her to speak, 14591|When I had gone a pace, she answered never a word. 14591|She was, in fact, a very cruel fool; 14591|How could she ever, with my best content, 14591|Seem loving me, when she never saw the conflict 14591|Which was between ourselves! 14591|As to a girl of ten, or on a summer's day 14591|To an old man, the lover in a warm embrace: 14591|When it's winter, or when storms begin, 14591|And all the air is dull with frost, 14591|What time her face was seen to melt? 14591|I see her, by this window barred, 14591|With hair that waves and sighs and thaws, 14591|A woman, in whose features shine 14591|The smiles of wisdom. For, as I said, 14591|She's now in mourning. 14591|Alas, thy sorrow, to thy pain! 14591|Ah, how soon time comes again, 14591|The love I once have for thee! 14591|That time's the time for tears indeed; 14591|But thou wilt go to me! 14591|What hast thou done, O poor and weak, 14591|That now thou seest the light 14591|And see'st a friendless man, alone, 14591|By the wretch's hand slain? 14591|I've done naught: there is no crime: 14591|But in his blood thou seest 14591|The blood of one who died for thee: 14591|Thy blood--is it thine? 14591|The dead is here beside thy side. 14591|He did not leave his friend alone: 14591|And in thy blood again 14591|Shalt thou see the tears of him! 14591|No! if she lie within thy blood, 14591|It is the maiden's gift, 14591|And I must give thee back thy friend! 14591|O love! it is thou, and not he, 14591|Who now is alone: 14591|But we will meet, and then together save him: 14591|And make thee, his ======================================== SAMPLE 5500 ======================================== 27221|To the last brink, beyond redemption's dreary tide, 27221|To be saved by thy great Father, Jesus Christ. 27221|But for me they only sought to do their worst: 27221|If thou, by virtue of thy life divine, 27221|Wast wholly to their malice, to thy death they sought. 27221|The hour is nigh when I must see the Judge, 27221|If innocent or guilty, who shall decide. 27221|The time is short, the sentence is absolute; 27221|I would not have it longer than twelve hours.-- 27221|For life is short, and death is swift as thine. 27221|And if I live to be thy last and worst, 27221|Thou must forfeit life's continuance for my sake. 27221|The judgment shall be passed, the sentence hath been passed. 27221|My Lord, I cannot bear to think of it-- 27221|I feel like dying. This is all I see: 27221|That thou wilt be my debtor ere I breathe. 27221|And I can bear it--yet I would have Thee stay. 27221|This is the last allusions of his opening verse, 27221|And the last that can be hurt the prophet's ear. 27221|O Thou whose presence has been such a guide, 27221|And wilt be such in all thy future ways; 27221|Thou, who dost love to inspire thy people's love, 27221|And art their beacon, beacon Love above; 27221|That on their threshold Dwellest in the sun, 27221|Or at thy word, when they look up to Thee! 27221|Thou, from whom they will inherit hope eternal, 27221|Lov'st to make them suffer and obey thy will; 27221|Yet their revenge, as soon as anger mantles, 27221|Thou thyself, unaided, will quickly hurl. 27221|For their good they do thee honour; thy bad desires 27221|Make thy blameless head, so base and dishonourable. 27221|But the end of all is now. Thou dost demand 27221|What hast been promised to the King, to-day. 27221|Be it thy pride that the poor King can wait, 27221|When thou canst plead thy excuse and turn away. 27221|And thou, when once thy sentence is pronounced, 27221|Canst, like a man, go naked in thy cell. 27221|Yet to what avail doth thy revenge avail? 27221|Thou canst not gain it. The King still holds him free. 27221|Thou dar'st not make the truth known, the King still holds him free. 27221|Go, happy Prince, to thy great master's sight; 27221|And in full council make the people bow. 27221|Go, read thy sentence in the King's high court; 27221|Till he, perforce, be led to see thy pain. 27221|And may at last the glorious day arrive 27221|When thou, when all thy race is told, shalt see 27221|The Lord of earth and sky in man restored. 27221|When thy own Prince, with joy and pride, shall know 27221|Thy bitter doom and be absolved and bless'd. 27221|And then, when he to seek his King shall fare, 27221|With trembling steps shalt pass the holy ground. 27221|And with a blessing, and a fond adieu, 27221|Be present, God of love and mercy, to his Sire. 27221|Farewell, fare thee well. B. 27221|O fair old lady, and hast lost 27221|The charm of happy fancy? 27221|When, like the sun, thou look'st from heaven, 27221|So looks the day, I mean the night! 27221|And in that heavenly light and state, 27221|As in the silent firmament, 27221|Are seen the planets revolving, 27221|With motions as they wont! 27221|And in those motions, by degrees, 27221|By degrees, by degrees, return, 27221|When they shall rise in air; 27221|And now these stars thou seest ======================================== SAMPLE 5510 ======================================== 12286|To the last drop the sweetest that our eyes 12286|Have seen, and yet not worth the most. 12286|_Ch._ This morning, sir, you took a leaf together; 12286|_Mr. Whiffle_: You had? 12286|_Ch._ But here it is--the same that has always been so-- 12286|The same that you have always wished for; 12286|"You are not what you were," so men say, 12286|The very words that _I_ myself would say. 12286|So, for a second, I will breathe a little, 12286|And let it go, till I, too, know the thing. 12286|_Mr. Whiffle_: "Yes, a new life; and a sad one, too, 12286|The last and least of all." 12286|Well, I must go--if you wish you'll have it so-- 12286|And write to Mr. Whiffle, that I may know 12286|Your wish not yours, but the thing I wish you. 12286|All right, if you will but write to me. 12286|'Twould be a pleasure, you see, to me. 12286|_Gibbon_: The next, you had better go 12286|_Whiffle_: "Perhaps he may;" and so on. 12286|The moon is set: I've made up my mind 12286|To go to Paris, to a meeting-place 12286|That's near, and to a book--perhaps this 12286|That Mr. Pecks has mentioned--and that place 12286|The Louvre will go with me, I'll be bound. 12286|There's the Muse's house there, next to the Louvre: 12286|There I may sit, and see the pictures there 12286|With its gallery of the famous,--and there 12286|See the lady who's called Marie Antoinette! 12286|_Gibbon's_--that kind of light, that kind of shade, 12286|That shows us all that's wonderful and good; 12286|_Whiffle's_--that like a small spark in the darkness-- 12286|I hope the Muse will let me borrow the two! 12286|What's the Muse like, 12286|You ask me? She's not at all like us; you 12286|In thinking that she has all the sense and all the wit 12286|Of Bice, she's in truth not so unlike us; 12286|Her face, when she's in dress, looks as if stript 12286|Of all her colour and all her grace, 12286|Yet all with a kind of sweet and a rare 12286|Mirth mixed with a sweetness that's beyond compare: 12286|Like the sun, when he's near the golden throne; 12286|And the skies when they'll see him o'er his work 12286|Tender, happy, cheerful,--like the world, 12286|Where all's mirth, all gladness, and all colour shine. 12286|Ah! the soul of the poet, the soul 12286|Of the great soul of England, shines, I know, 12286|At home, abroad, on every hand, 12286|And never can be hid from our sight 12286|If in our hearts it shines, and ever shines 12286|With all the splendour which nature allows; 12286|Yet even, indeed, the soul of the poet, 12286|By that rare grace alone which I see, 12286|Is dear to me; for here of that soul I have a part. 12286|Oh! I am the great son of the poet, 12286|The dear poet, the noble; 12286|In me the wild warbler of yore 12286|To whose tune all nature gave birth; 12286|In me the swift serenade 12286|Of maiden-joy or lion's rage; 12286|In me the incense of the sky; 12286|In me the song of the nightingale, 12286|Speaking all languages plain and clear, 12286|The tongue that loves words only, speech 12286|In every tone, all sounds alike; 12286|And the sweet sense of the ear alone 12286|And the fancy, which sees colors everywhere; 12286|I am the good father of music 12286|For which I never cease to pay ======================================== SAMPLE 5520 ======================================== 3160|His heart with rage increased, and to the waves 3160|In accents wing'd his warning voice proclaim'd: 3160|"'Tis thine to save! but vain is every care 3160|The hero in the strife: the Fates attend 3160|The valiant warrior of the realms above. 3160|Rough is the rising billow; with white hands 3160|The rocks surround, and rush to swell the tides. 3160|Tuscans! thy bold offspring shall behold 3160|These horrid rocks! nor shall thy foes, thy foes 3160|With swelling waves invade thy native shores, 3160|And thy great city wall'd with woods decay!' 3160|"He said: and thus, with mighty voice, address'd 3160|The proud-portal'd vessel: 'Bold is thy boast, 3160|Thy voice, thy hopes are brave, though all thy fears 3160|Mixed with thy doubts and woes and sighs, to say: 3160|Or, from the rocky barriers strain, 3160|And on the waves the raging billows bear: 3160|Thy native realm shall mourn thee in the grave, 3160|And thy great house shall be a desolate waste. 3160|The gods may all the fate of earth decree, 3160|But I will be the sure defence thereof. 3160|For in the dread approach of death I hold 3160|All other things to heaven I dare debate; 3160|But on these shores the Gods alone I bend, 3160|For all, for all, is for my country's weal. 3160|Thus while, with eyes downcast and with brow distrest, 3160|My ship my frantic thoughts to heaven return'd.' 3160|"When thus the sage, in words paternal mild, 3160|Invoked the storm of stormy passions raised by Jove, 3160|Torn with a rage that ne'er convuls'd my soul 3160|His answer still with fury stirr'd my breast: 3160|Unmoved he view'd the man, unmoved his eye, 3160|And yet unutterably with rage. 3160|'Ah! wretched man! how will the Gods punish thee? 3160|How can the wrath of Neptune be appease'd? 3160|If on that day thou dar'st to look to heaven, 3160|This hand shall deal the offender down the blow. 3160|When, thus, th' impetuous tempest roll'd along, 3160|And the great billow on thy bosom broke, 3160|A wretched man, alas! before his eyes 3160|The sacred light of day must vanish quite.' 3160|"Then to his bosom fixed my eyes and tears, 3160|With tears, my very eyes, to find some cause 3160|Of vengeance on the foe as on my lord, 3160|I said, 'O father! hear me for the cause; 3160|Ye the gods who live for ever see, in vain, 3160|The king and father from the hands of Jove! 3160|I am, alas! the awful Sire itself, 3160|And in the midst of death, I give the breath; 3160|If this shall be, how shall I then escape 3160|The dire effects of death, and all the woe 3160|Of sea, and all the burning woes of hell! 3160|And should the fury burn not, as it should, 3160|A sire, a brother, a dearer brother, I 3160|Shall live, and breathe, and die, and rise again, 3160|In the fair groves of Delos, with his wife.' 3160|"His voice I heard, and as I stood amazed, 3160|My soul, a fixt resolve, my knees confess. 3160|In vain my tongue the impotent reply, 3160|The heart is fixt the deed, and it obeys. 3160|In dreadful fear I hasten to the shore: 3160|The gods forbid me there my soul to mourn. 3160|"Unhappy man! thou hast too long of wrong, 3160|The guilty son of Ithacus! deplore, 3160|Be stern and piteous, that to us thou gav'st 3160|Thus wretched man! in this inglorious doom, 3160|And to thy grief my life and honour send, 3160|T ======================================== SAMPLE 5530 ======================================== 1304|The morning star of heaven, which is the Dove! 1304|THE SAND OF PEACE'S MOUND 1304|THE WOOD OF PEACE WEAN 1304|WHEN I was young, a dream 1304|Called me from dreamland; it brought an old, old dream 1304|Of the summer long ago. 1304|The woodlands were young with promise, bright with promise, 1304|Beyond my childhood's home. 1304|The world was new to me; all dreams were strange to me; 1304|I found the music of the world was dissonant: 1304|I asked of the Voice how Time was brought, 1304|And the Voice answered my wish, 1304|As of old,--as it had come of old, before 1304|The day was born,--as of old! 1304|The world was full of joy, the world was empty now, 1304|The golden harvest grew; 1304|The little seed-field lay barren, 1304|The rose-tree dead and dried!-- 1304|I, with the heart of a child, and the faith of an old 1304|in my breast; 1304|And the Voice cried to the dark of the woodlands and the wood, 1304|"There be sons of men to reap!" 1304|Oh, the world was glad at that Answer, joy and amaze, 1304|The old, old dream! 1304|And the world was glad at the golden harvest grown, 1304|And the rose-tree dead and dried! 1304|WHEN you and I are apart, 1304|When you and I are alone, 1304|The night is silent, 1304|And there is not much wind, 1304|And I am happy as a child; 1304|And you will laugh or I will weep, 1304|As the seasons change. 1304|When you and I are far away, 1304|When you and I are near, 1304|You are happy with dreams of green, 1304|As the years are many; 1304|And I am happy as a child, 1304|And you will smile or I will sigh, 1304|As the seasons change. 1304|We were so near, so far, 1304|We did not see each other, 1304|As the days were many, 1304|When you and I were few. 1304|Now that you and I are parted, 1304|When you and I are part, 1304|The stars will be few, in the sky, 1304|When you and I are far. 1304|SO be it then, and be 1304|Heaven most gracious to you, 1304|That when you are gone from me 1304|I may never be lonely; 1304|And love you still as well, 1304|Though you be very far. 1304|I SAW a barefoot maiden 1304|Carrying a cart-wheel in her cheek; 1304|And she looked all sad and frightened, 1304|As down by the river's brink she tripped. 1304|But soon she grew merry and cheerful 1304|As the morning-glories in the grass, 1304|And said, "I will be a maid again 1304|When I have finished school." 1304|I saw a mother frowning 1304|When her child asleep by her was pressed, 1304|And he began to cry, "Ah! why 1304|Should I cry at night?" 1304|I saw a mother frowning, 1304|When her babe she gently touched; 1304|And now that I look in her eyes 1304|They are all stilled and sadly sad. 1304|I saw a mother weeping 1304|When she took the child to bed, 1304|And the child sleeps soundly yet, 1304|For she felt it not at first. 1304|I saw a father standing 1304|In the doorway of his house, where he 1304|Was walking down the street alone-- 1304|His tears fell on the pavement. 1304|When he reached the house his arms were folded, 1304|'Twas the poor woman's parting word. 1304|WHEN I was in my boyhood days, 1304|Came to live with me, 1304|Where the silver streams and flowers grew, ======================================== SAMPLE 5540 ======================================== 1030|Here are the dreary wintry nights 1030|When you are sorely wanted here; 1030|Come, and take a last rest here, 1030|And then to your new home go, 1030|There you'll not be neglected when you 1030|Are far away from us. 1030|'I'd give you a golden bowl to dine, 1030|My little wife, in, with our new bedstead.' (11) 1030|Here they build a table 1030|In which the little one may eat, 1030|With bread and water. 1030|Here's a garden of wild herbs, 1030|Pray you, by evening, to wander in 1030|And have some garden-treats, 1030|The little ones eat no bread, 1030|But wild, unpolluted meat; 1030|When they have eaten, 1030|That is the last word we shall say. 1030|With what delight we shall watch the sun 1030|Go down to his sunset flight, 1030|Ere yet our dinner is made; 1030|And, if our bedstead be hard, 1030|Pray God that he let us sleep well enough! 1030|Now with what emotion we'll look back, 1030|Now so late, and long-sighted grow, 1030|And now see those first days of our lives, 1030|Then all things bright and sweet! 1030|I shall love this bed well; 1030|With these soft pillows here I will couch, 1030|And my book next me you'll see; 1030|You can read, 1030|And play there and dream. 1030|A small fire to eat my repast in, 1030|And thus out of the cold I'll sleep; 1030|And when the stars begin 1030|To laugh, I'll betake me home. 1030|When the morning's dew 1030|Lights our eyelids with hope as it rises, 1030|And we see through the mists as they fly, 1030|No cause for weeping, no wish for crying; 1030|When the nightingale now sings her last 1030|To the lark which now goes aloft for light, 1030|And those to the clouds which now go down 1030|For a light from the sun at even, 1030|When the star of the morning 1030|Shines o'er us, I to you will pray; 1030|How we loved these flowers! how we loved these larks 1030|Now they are in the grave: 1030|And when life's night is past, 1030|I'll sleep so 1030|That I fear not, 1030|Till the angels shall come and sing. 1030|'The King shall come home with his train.' 1030|(Baron and Margrave de Gaultroad.) 1030|King Edward's army is in the Highlands 1030|And his troops are in the Highlands 1030|And his colours are the Green and gold, 1030|And he rides on the crest of the mountains thick, 1030|(With the crest of the mountains). 1030|With the Scottish flag to the battle-field. 1030|(With the crest of the mountains.) 1030|A King who is returning, 1030|Come hither ye sons of the Highlands, 1030|And gather round a banner 1030|To wreathe and surround it 1030|'The King is returning!' 1030|(With the crest of the mountains.) 1030|To us they are returning, 1030|Our children, the sons of the Highlands, 1030|When they see the proud invaders 1030|Who have burned our cities in vain; 1030|Till they see the King at last 1030|A guest at our feast, 1030|(With the crest of the mountains.) 1030|They are coming from beyond the seas, 1030|(With the ocean swelling!) 1030|And they are armed, O my sons of the Highlands, 1030|For they come from both the oceans 1030|With battle and with storm. 1030|(With the sea raised in the heaven.) 1030|We will fight! We will fight! 1030|And the waves will heave their bubbles 1030|For the cause of the green and gold, 1030|Against the foes ======================================== SAMPLE 5550 ======================================== 34298|"That none may know, that none doth wot," 34298|He told her, as they parted there; 34298|And with an air as bland, as kind, 34298|As when a child he meets with glee 34298|At some old story how it went, 34298|Brought her the flower, the thought divine; 34298|And as it bloom'd on memory's spray, 34298|All that the fairy was and is 34298|Breathed through Love's sweet language; 34298|As the wind breathes through the pines, 34298|The breath of Love breathes through Love. 34298|The maiden, looking in his face, 34298|Beholds its majesty sublime, 34298|Eloquent and silent, with an air, 34298|That haunts and awakens; 34298|As when he spoke to her, ere her soul 34298|Had left its heaven on angel's wing; 34298|And with an angel's voice--in awe 34298|The maiden heard it near, and near, 34298|Around her soul; and all her soul 34298|Heark'ning, saw a presence near, 34298|Dweller on the starry brink; 34298|And a bright hand was nigh;--and forth 34298|She drew the leaf; and, through the bond 34298|That clung the three, stole, with soul serene, 34298|The thought upon the hand's long touch; 34298|As one who leaves the shore 34298|Of lonely sea-moss'd cliffs. 34298|Her breath's low touch recalls 34298|A spirit-flavour more 34298|Than on wild ocean thine 34298|Sweeter wild gales bring down. 34298|Now that the moon-white bark is furled, 34298|Now that the mast grows level with the sky, 34298|Now that the prow and mast at last 34298|Shall only rank as objects of surprise, 34298|What mean its strange changes--hast not found a spell 34298|To mark its flight and change that course?-- 34298|Is it a cloud? Or are they two; 34298|Or are they two, that from the cliffs soar? 34298|One, that white to green 34298|Glides, the other, dim, 34298|Floats on with the moon-beam; 34298|One is like the waves, one floats the storm? 34298|Are they the same I see at close of day? 34298|Or are the waters and clouds the same; 34298|Or, as when night is young, 34298|One moonbeam in the sky 34298|Glitters, like one star through all the sky? 34298|Oft as we watch the river rise 34298|And see the mountain-cliff jolt 34298|Its black brow through the rush and roar, 34298|Oft through the valley far we hear 34298|A low, half-whispered call, 34298|The water-thunder, a mad plunge, 34298|The dive and the plunge; 34298|The call of a youth, and then 34298|The youth is dead; 34298|Then rushes from the water fast 34298|A maiden maiden,--and she kneels 34298|In prayer before the dead. 34298|I saw the old man at the door, 34298|And heard, I ween, the aged voice, 34298|"O young and fair!-- 34298|"Thou hast run forth unto our hearth 34298|With the sunlit hair; 34298|They found thee drowned in the river-mist; 34298|The river-mist of youth, 34298|The river-mist thou hast wept o'er, 34298|And bidden a funeral-prayer. 34298|O, young and fair!-- 34298|"The waters of the mystic river 34298|Are ever fair to see; 34298|No stream of sorrow, nor of woe, 34298|But is dear to youth; 34298|In the stream of Life thy soul is, 34298|As bright as the flower-flower-bloom 34298|That wanders in the bower. 34298|"Wealth and youth and love, and fame, 34298|Are thine to share;-- 34298 ======================================== SAMPLE 5560 ======================================== 2130|He should be proud if he would--would he?-- 2130|He'll have the proudest name in all the town, 2130|And he'll be knight of a king, or worse."-- 2130|"I tell you, you shall go up to the king 2130|And tell him that I'm here and to leave you no more." 2130|"Obey my son! my only son!" 2130|"I'm no an old man or wise man, 2130|But I am tired of wars and quarrels. 2130|The years have swept me over 2130|Where my son would serve the crown, 2130|There's one right way and one wrong path 2130|For an old man to travel. 2130|I'm weary of a war and strife, 2130|And I want a quiet mind, 2130|And a man who'll stand by me, 2130|To the end and ever-- 2130|I think I'll do my best to please 2130|The king and queen; but the queen 2130|Must have a woman to do her bidding!" 2130|"I cannot hear your tale of wrong, 2130|Your boast of honour is vain; 2130|And, if you could, your tale of wrong 2130|Were a tale for kings to hear. 2130|You'd say your son was guilty 2130|On your son's father's head, 2130|And you'd curse him till you cried 2130|To your mother out of bed. 2130|You'll curse him till your eyes are dim, 2130|And you'll curse him till you die. 2130|And you, a traitor to your blood, 2130|Shall go screaming for your king 2130|To the end and ever!" 2130|So they both got up, and they went down 2130|Into the dark and dreary sea-faring tribe. 2130|Gaunt and hardy was the little knave; 2130|His hair was yellow, and his skin was fine; 2130|But his heart was as black as the mast 2130|In the winds of the southern wild. 2130|A black-browed pirate, bold in the chase, 2130|He carried in his girdle of scarlet dye: 2130|He was a bally battle-lord in sail and on shore, 2130|The king of the galleys was he called. 2130|He held a thousand men, that armed held the shore, 2130|And they marched for the realm of the Merms and Dew. 2130|And three thousand were our pirates of the main, 2130|But the king of the sea-faring tribe 2130|Had forty thousand men in his navy charged; 2130|And they march'd for the empire of the sea, 2130|Where the world lies like a diamond in the sea, 2130|Where the stars run, and the sea-birds sing. 2130|They are marching for their race of man, 2130|And they never will put their treasure down: 2130|'Tis the law of the sea-way that was their trade; 2130|And when in the last dash of the breakers they fall, 2130|The treasure-treksmen, like a thriftless throng, 2130|Go scouring about with the storm and the blast 2130|For the sake of the treasure they never have got. 2130|There are wretches with wealth in their breast, 2130|Who have never known it: 2130|The little that is left of all their gold 2130|Goes to fill up the coffers of kings and queens, 2130|Who will never take it to their bosoms warm 2130|Where no treasure is laid. 2130|Ah! little they think what treasures are hid 2130|In caverns under earth: 2130|The joy of them to gather they'll never bring, 2130|In their graves they'll never sleep! 2130|And they who have nothing to lay their head on, 2130|Their treasure know not whence. 2130|Then let them pack up their hoard, and there's an end 2130|Of their treasure and their pride! 2130|And it's mine to bring up the cattle, and keep 'em there, 2130|And to keep the cattle now while I sing, 2130|And I'm a-weary of the great ======================================== SAMPLE 5570 ======================================== 16376|In the very room next day she came. 16376|Her mother came too, and asked, 16376|To see her child, but in vain. 16376|But the child had passed her door; 16376|In the window, that is near, 16376|She sat at a window-seat, 16376|And, to and fro, was listening, 16376|For I heard my mother's step, 16376|And her voice, like a bird on high, 16376|Mournfully coming again. 16376|And the window-blind did make 16376|A veil about her eye, 16376|And the window pane 16376|Seemed to hang down over her, 16376|As though it were a spirit of dark. 16376|And I said, "The day is done, 16376|Look from the window-seat. 16376|You shall look, as of old, 16376|From the beautiful window-seat." 16376|And the day was pleasant to me. 16376|As if a child, I knew not how, 16376|I played with the pictures fair. 16376|I sat, I think, in her chair. 16376|I had to go to her room, 16376|Where, instead of sunshine and shower, 16376|Came the little wind of her skirt. 16376|And there she sat with her legs wide 16376|Solemnly folded in a chair; 16376|And her eyes were full of sleep; 16376|And I kissed her pretty mouth. 16376|And I held her, and kissed her eyes, 16376|Her mouth that was sweet with smiles; 16376|And I said, "I love you, Mary!" 16376|But I dared not say it high, 16376|For the people thought I was mad. 16376|And I went alone to her room, 16376|For, with my mother's help, 16376|I could not say "Take care!" 16376|And the day was pleasant to me. 16376|The sky was a-bloom in the meadow, 16376|And the cows to the feeder were. 16376|The birds sang clear and long, 16376|The earth was green and soft, 16376|And the air was a sweet supply 16376|Of fresh fragrance to breathe in. 16376|O'er the water that waved so thin, 16376|With all a-thunder from the shore, 16376|They came with quiet tread, 16376|To the shore of the briny sea 16376|Where the ogling billows lie. 16376|"She is here, we know, we know!" 16376|They sang together in glee. 16376|The sun came up in the east: 16376|The brine came loud and strong, 16376|And the sea-birds dipped and fled: 16376|They called to each to come, 16376|To the land of the lone one gone, 16376|For the sea was up and the lone one gone. 16376|They came with the sun to greet her, 16376|And the sea and the sky above her, 16376|And the night her lone body did fill 16376|With the peace she longed for, wanted year by year, 16376|Till she came of a tender mother 16376|Of a shining body and sweet face, 16376|An air of grace, of beauty and heaven. 16376|And they gave her food of sea-nut, 16376|Of palm-tree flax, of every kind, 16376|Of spikenard, an herb most rare, 16376|And she gave them all to her children. 16376|And their hearts with gladness did yearn, 16376|Till the water had passed away, 16376|And the sea arose above them. 16376|And never again, in all the years 16376|Will they look or listen on the high and husht sea 16376|Save when the morning waters are singing a tune 16376|To their sun-filled home by the hillside pools 16376|At noon, when the sun-flowers are out on the lawn, 16376|Or when the salt tides make their blue bridges bright 16376|By the salt fountains in the heights of the sky, 16376|And when the winds have sung their last song and go 16376|All soft ======================================== SAMPLE 5580 ======================================== 1287|My joys are all so bright, 1287|That none would choose the good from evil; 1287|No, not the man from woman, 1287|And the heart from the brain. 1287|What, alas! so good for me, 1287|As to neglect my duty, 1287|That I see not the good in thee, 1287|And the fair in my love? 1287|Yet is the world so full of wonder! 1287|Oh, for such a goodly bliss, 1287|It would be a blessed sight, if 1287|No evil had ever entered. 1287|Now, now, before the altar, 1287|The altar, the altars, 1287|My heart is all ablaze as ever, 1287|And life itself it would seem. 1287|How could I do more, dear! 1287|How, in that midst, do more? 1287|Let me hear thy voice,--dear one, 1287|'Tis no more strange to me 1287|Than ever in life's strange day 1287|Thou'lt have thyself for all in life 1287|An open door, a door of grace! 1287|Thousandfold more I owe 1287|To the love thou pourrest thee; 1287|I'm doubly worthy of thy love, 1287|That love I can show still the more. 1287|I'll leave thy door, dear one! 1287|How grateful all my life 1287|To-day, if it may be! 1287|I shall leave thine open door, 1287|I shall stay no longer. 1287|I will leave the altar; 1287|Be all thy will. 1287|The altar is thy right, 1287|I have no right to bar it. 1287|If I had a choice, 1287|With what heart-sorrow 1287|Should my grief be stored, 1287|My heart and soul 1287|Should be stored in love! 1287|Love without love, love without love, 1287|Love without love I never again, 1287|I, who had once a perfect passion, 1287|Who could love and yet not love in vain 1287|Would my heart's soul have never in store 1287|To my last life, no, never more. 1287|No, my love is not, nor was, 1287|Such a one in life, in art, or thought, 1287|Not yet enough, not worthy ever 1287|So much to my heart to be given. 1287|If my heart could be, so loved by thee, 1287|That it could mine own heart love like thee, 1287|I know not how it would, indeed; 1287|Love should be so enraptured in me 1287|As only this I feel for thee, 1287|My own heart, and not the poet's. 1287|If my life's love could be made so bright 1287|That it could mine own heart love like bright, 1287|I should think, I should love it so much, 1287|That, should death come, to end, I should die. 1287|So my heart is sad, my life is loth; 1287|And I feel my heart in heaven above, 1287|Where I sit, with a bright new soul on high, 1287|For its own heaven so near. 1287|And thou comest to me with thy sweet love-lorn 1287|And thou sayest: "Love no more!" 1287|Thy love is now so full, so full of blissful pleasure,-- 1287|Of love it's already nought! 1287|But there's the door of the altar; 1287|There's the door to the world of light and music,-- 1287|I would to God within the gate 1287|There would ever be, for I'd die, were I happy! 1287|Oh the love to the maiden 1287|Who walks by the way of pleasure; 1287|Who all day long and sings, 1287|And the evening's cloud-rack has broken, 1287|And there's a wind is blowing, 1287|The wind, with sudden blast, 1287|Drives the sun's gold orb far away! 1287|Her face with joy is glistening, 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 5590 ======================================== 1279|He spied a rascal, lounging by the burn, 1279|To Scott's "Hickgy," an unprintable piece; 1279|Which, much to Joe's displeasure, he did mutter, 1279|Who scarce knew what that song said: 1279|Tho' Joe, like others, found the rhyme too lame 1279|To name his own. 1279|Away flew Joe (tho' not a jot a shot) 1279|To write some lyrics, much to people's fancy; 1279|Which, tho' they seem a little trifle lame, 1279|They will at least out-do Shakspere's "Gusts," 1279|Or Dryden's "Epilogue," 1279|In memorie for others, whom they'll name. 1279|Joe, however, still was thought not quite so wicked; 1279|He took (by hearsay) a rag-time tune and sang it; 1279|And, although 'twas not in prose nor could it be printed, 1279|It 'most set Mary-land a-going to bawdry. 1279|Tho' bad luck had sent her many a head-hunter, 1279|She kept her wig on point in "The Bo and Wil," 1279|And, if that 'thwart her will, 1279|She swore the strain would make her remember it; 1279|Which made poor Joe, to put it charmes, quits, 1279|And gave poor Joe, to drop his pen, 1279|A few hard-up rainy days. 1279|Sylvester's "Lark-song" and the like were thought good: 1279|They proved no good at all; 1279|But bad luck brought them about 1279|That, bad luck or not, they were a-successors; 1279|And, with their good-breeding, 1279|Did keep them evergreen. 1279|But ill-luck did the while spoil their good spirit, 1279|That, spite of all she said or did, 1279|They never could get out of 't, 1279|For from the first they kept (as Mary said), 1279|As well as they could steer, 1279|And, always in the same predicament, 1279|Would always keep their wicked ways. 1279|And thus, thro' many a changing scene, 1279|They saw in life's first sunny morn 1279|A wife, whose dark, unclouded eye 1279|(Like some wild, majestic sea) 1279|Yet dazzled sightless eye. 1279|When other eyes seem bright and bright adored, 1279|Or fair, as in the midst they rise. 1279|But every glance with shuddering fright 1279|Has dread of that cold, cold stare. 1279|If any look like that can shine, 1279|'Tis Shelley's Shelley--and this eye 1279|Hath seen that ghost of form and hue! 1279|I know--the sight is near--a ghost, I swear, 1279|Of Shelley's self I've seen: 1279|A spectral form, all formless and gray-- 1279|All formless and gray indeed! 1279|Now, when I think on things divine, 1279|And things divinely fair, 1279|I think upon my mother earth, 1279|To the sweet world surrendering 1279|Her children's best, her flowers and trees; 1279|And yet, alas! there lies her play 1279|A thousand fierceness on my mind! 1279|The winds begin to blow--O no, 1279|While I am at my full, 1279|I cannot sleep till breezes blow-- 1279|How cheerless and how wild! 1279|If spirits of the airy race 1279|Dwell not within my sphere, 1279|Yet in my heart, I'm happy quite 1279|In so much happiness; 1279|But how quickly this would befall, 1279|If spirits of the windy kind! 1279|Dwell not within mine eye, 1279|But in my heart, I'm happy quite 1279|In so much happiness! 1279|The summer sunbeams, as they stray, 1279|Upon a distant height, 1279|Oft hear the pensive winds declare ======================================== SAMPLE 5600 ======================================== 7122|The man he was. He had so much love--he 7122|(More than half) was a good-natured fellow. 7122|He was full of a tender nature, 7122|But that God had made him such a good! 7122|He was a kind of a wild kid, too. 7122|As you are in possession of the most 7122|Of a kind of fond, tender nature, 7122|You will have an object of affection 7122|To the most. You will know what a sweet 7122|And good human creature he was. 7122|How often, over his busy hours, 7122|He had played and been very merry 7122|With many a young and very pretty 7122|Girl. And he played as he would play, 7122|At having "them" two hearts inside. 7122|When they got two hearts inside, it really 7122|Was a delight! But now he had none. 7122|But when they had played their "care" the "round" 7122|He chose, and all the "fun" that he 7122|Would have played with his two other "ends" 7122|Was--two two hearts inside. The first 7122|He played his "toad" upon it, and "got" 7122|And played a love-euchre on a bead, 7122|Then played "a deil" on a duck, to see 7122|If he could have 'coom' with his "first"; 7122|And then he played a "deil" upon the "kink"; 7122|Then, when he found his "hoss" was "all at heel," 7122|He broke his "hoss," though he did not care, 7122|And "coom" back once more, "toad" no more. 7122|For while he was this way "coom'ing back," 7122|He had seen the "sweet" that was being played 7122|By the "hoss;" and the "huss" was on the 7122|Bead, and at his feet the "moults" were being 7122|In all their fullness. He, therefore, went 7122|Back down the "barn" after hearing, 7122|When a great cry of "holloa" rangs-- 7122|"O, no, dears, no, dears, not so fast!" 7122|And he took the train into Berkeley! 7122|'Twas "Mad Dog" Miller, who never 7122|Might do a "deew" for any man! 7122|For he had never a friend in life, 7122|And he had not a wife at home. 7122|He was but one poor old blind brother's child, 7122|And the "huss" had been his "deew" too. 7122|His "moults" were in hell, and his "kink's" broke 7122|His heart--and so he played the "toad" again 7122|And was now, to his grief, caught up, 7122|'Way down near where "Mad Dog" Miller was! 7122|'Twas not from his "coombs" or his "toad." 7122|'Twas "Bad Bill" Miller, so true an old! 7122|He had some "faults," and his way of "doing" 7122|Was, like his "deew," a most "horrid game"! 7122|His "bad boy" ways were rather rude 7122|And his "dew" was so very low. 7122|He had "ducks" in all his pastime 7122|And his "moults" had been in hell, 7122|And he found to his horror and grief 7122|That he knew what was in his "bad boy" blood, 7122|That his "moult" was all "moulted duck." 7122|So, then, he was cast forth from the fold, 7122|And, having gained his way on to the road, 7122|To be "coombs" was his only proper name! 7122|Now, as you have doubtless bein' well guessin' 7122|That I have "faults" I will say as to "husses," 7122|But, then, I'll just as well "buck up" my hatins!" ======================================== SAMPLE 5610 ======================================== 29378|Who was going to sing a song, 29378|Was going to sing a song. 29378|And we all thought he'd never sing 29378|A song, but he could sing one line. 29378|And we all wished he would be 29378|As good as ever he could be; 29378|And we all thought it could not be 29378|That a smart little chap should go 29378|And sing a song, but he could sing one line. 29378|And we turned him into ash, 29378|And threw him out of the window. 29378|And we ran up the hill 29378|So fast we could not tell 29378|If it was fire, if it was flood, 29378|Either flood, or fire, or fire. 29378|And that's the way the people say 29378|The fun we had while we were all away. 29378|How many seasons will have passed, 29378|Since the day that I first saw thee? 29378|Four, I've counted them both from 29378|The beginning, four, four, 29378|Before thy time and mine 29378|In the land of shadows and snow 29378|And the lovely eyes of June. 29378|But six, six, six, nine, ten, 29378|And I see them all at last, 29378|Yonder the blue and there the white, 29378|And the roses wide and high. 29378|Three times as many mornings and nights 29378|As I've danced about thy bed 29378|I have kissed and thronged about thy gate 29378|But never found thy ken. 29378|How many days, oh thou bright arch, 29378|And how many tears, oh night and day! 29378|Until I find thy shrine. 29378|But I have gathered many beads, and a crown 29378|And a charm around thy head 29378|That tells when thy mother holds thee fast 29378|That she is happy, too. 29378|No man is mad or frighted when thou art near; 29378|No bird fears in the sky; 29378|And thou wilt feel in thine heart the love of thy son. 29378|For thy son, the love of old, 29378|And thy son's love, come true; 29378|Thou giv'st each one his full heart, 29378|His full soul, his full trust. 29378|So be thou seen about the town, when no one's waiting, 29378|And the weary soul entreats thee not with tears alone; 29378|But he'll kiss thy beautiful head, and smile upon thy face. 29378|When thy heart is weary, then, 29378|Abandon not the will; 29378|For thou shalt have thy will that ever, for ever, 29378|Thou shalt smile and laugh, O mother! when thou'rt sad. 29378|And I will give for every heart's desire 29378|The one of us that heeded; 29378|And never a day the will that I pursue, 29378|But I live and long for thee, 29378|And live that I may smile, o mother, in the air. 29378|And I'll live in the sweetest of the May, 29378|And the world shall be 29378|A day of gladness for us, and the sun's bright ray 29378|Come down like a blessing on us! 29378|And all the flowers and all the trees of the field, 29378|Shall sing and dance as they had done, 29378|And all the angels in heaven shall come and stand 29378|Between us, with that glory in their bright white dress, 29378|And sing to us a song for love of our new home. 29378|And all the birds and all the beasts and the fish 29378|Shall sing and dance in the sea; 29378|So shall the man ever and only be glad, 29378|That came from that land, 29378|Whence he and the maid, 29378|Have been separated, a single life and the joy of his 29378|And the maid, our child, 29378|Has gone again to him, to live for him, 29378|And sing and sing, 29378|And never shall want come upon us, brother, 29378|While thou and thou shalt live, as ever they may, ======================================== SAMPLE 5620 ======================================== 2619|She was only a maiden once; 2619|But the years are many, 2619|And there are others so near-- 2619|But I must go. 2619|Sister Flora, at the fall of day, 2619|When the wood sings for the first time, 2619|When the forest begins to bown, 2619|And the robin redbreasts and thrushes, 2619|That for song are of greatest use, 2619|Stoop to me, my sister, and please 2619|To sit in a little bower, 2619|While to violet and daffodil 2619|The redbreast plays his annual round; 2619|For the birds of all the woods rejoice-- 2619|Who are these that sing so merrily? 2619|Why, when spring comes in her splendour, 2619|Why, in the forest, she is with him! 2619|The redbreasts sing when her presence cheers; 2619|Why, though the woods have ears of oak, 2619|Why, though the world has corn, why, they, 2619|With a song of their own, that fly 2619|Down to the hills, and are not sad, 2619|Hear her song in her own green bower, 2619|And sing it every morn of the year. 2619|With her fragrant robe of ivy green 2619|She comes, and blushing sally-wise, 2619|Till she shakes the green leaves from the spray: 2619|Now, how fair she flows from her place! 2619|With the sun she walks in the sky, 2619|To the meadow-plains her robes of blue 2619|She flings by many a sunny shower, 2619|And in her fair garments passes by 2619|The thrush and robin and unco cats, 2619|That for music make merry the land; 2619|With the bees they murmur and hum 2619|Of things that in spring they behold: 2619|Like unto her they murmur and hum, 2619|And laugh beneath the green leaves' breath: 2619|Fair Virgil, to thee that did entreat, 2619|Thou whom the woods would gladly entertain, 2619|If with a voice that they might obey; 2619|As with a voice that birds might softly heave. 2619|Then with a voice that men might understand 2619|That all things might be made bright and glad, 2619|Though low in love, yet high in honour know. 2619|All that thou seest is my genius, 2619|All that I do is my perfection. 2619|When thy beauty was not made to stand 2619|In the least degree the servile type, 2619|The fairest flower that ever did appear, 2619|Thine was as sweet as any flower that blows, 2619|And brighter than the fairest colour can. 2619|When it was made to be the fit emblem 2619|Of thy perfections and successes, 2619|It was as perfect or fair as thou, 2619|And more perfect yet as perfect could be. 2619|When its colours were arranged and spread, 2619|To commemorate and honour thee, 2619|There was not one circumstance to warn 2619|The eye from wandering beyond thy side: 2619|There was not one thing to turn the flow 2619|Of those soft caresses to lament, 2619|And tell how many, and all unblest 2619|By this sweet one were blest by none so well. 2619|Then what care I? whatever care I! 2619|Thou art as fair as fair may be; 2619|I go my ways, a poet and a lover, 2619|In thy bright company to roam. 2619|When thy sweet notes the wind do swell, 2619|And a thousand flowers do come, 2619|And they all bow to thee with grace, 2619|There is music in thy lays. 2619|When thy charms are all express'd, 2619|And I, to hear them thought, 2619|Have more music in my throat 2619|Than when winds breathe on hill and brake; 2619|When I think in those strong tones 2619|That thy voice is more than speech, 2619|And my very heart-strings break, 2619 ======================================== SAMPLE 5630 ======================================== 615|And, as I had not yet the strength, she said; 615|"No, by their father's honour, not I speak, 615|But this for faith, that never lady fair 615|Will ever wish to woo in such a guise, 615|Whose looks are fair and smiles are varied bright 615|As those that charm my lady's heart and face." 615|"O cruel heart," the piteous lady cried, 615|Who felt how love, with hope of gain, would fain 615|Be carried from the man that loved her sore, 615|And lost her by an evil phantom's snare. 615|"But this I long, in such a cause to aid, 615|As may my honour merit a reward: 615|That she be slain, who did me this in vain, 615|My true belief, in which I first implore, 615|To save our people from the tyrant's scorn, 615|Who would not let our king, his realm to gain, 615|Sustain a warlike monarch's power and sway; 615|And yet, had he been known to view, before 615|This deed was done, of greater men than me, 615|(Though not his lover, but his knight) had told 615|The story of my danger, in my need: 615|"I will not tell him the event, nor he 615|Nor any of the rest, who did him ill. 615|This I desire, while he and all my train 615|By him shall perish, since no hope shall be 615|But that the prying ear may see her slain. 615|"But that, with thee, for ever, in our cause, 615|I can perform the duty which I owe 615|To that dear, lovely dame by whom is hers 615|This help and refuge; thou, who, with me, might 615|Have slain the duke, or with my body borne 615|Some ransom hither, to him who was slain 615|By thy beloved son, as well as I, 615|Whose death thou wilt to him accomplish, I. 615|"Thou, so in time past, wert of my bed the bride 615|To him, who in my life is now forsworn; 615|And therefore in my sight, for that I fear 615|A cruel death, should he, in hostile spite, 615|In death and disgrace to France bereave, 615|What should I suffer, who him have lost, 615|In me deprived of both life and fame? 615|"If this do not please thee, to return 615|Thither, whither can it be for me 615|That I in all that world, in peace or war, 615|Should reign, to my regret, the duke more dear? 615|In this my state, or that I do not know; 615|That I, for him, shall never meet with aid, 615|From whence my first, the cause why from thee I 615|In so short space I have been here away; 615|"But that he is the cause what now I fear; 615|That he, since first he heard of me, has flown 615|From her, the one true love, his wedded wife, 615|Myself the only hope and comfort left; 615|Then to his fate my very soul revolted; 615|Henceforth to be a damsel had I pow'r, 615|For, as I deem, my brother I possess; 615|"By which alone I am at peace, and pray 615|That if I perish, so much happier lot, 615|As to have perished, so my death to pay 615|To my father's parents such a penalty, 615|As they who do their son such evil deal, 615|Determines to their hurt, when at a sign 615|I should for peace to my great father said: 615|"That I was lost, from which I should have no hope 615|Of returning, should I the tale be told, 615|Or I should perish by this hand of doom. 615|So little can I hope to live, if I 615|He smite, that I, with him, no more alive, 615|The world will to eternal ruin reel. 615|"Yet, in his love, a faulchion, which of old, 615|From Scythia bore the Greek King Ida's foe, 615|In that sad hour, which took my only love, 615|I bear from him; and ( ======================================== SAMPLE 5640 ======================================== 17393|You might just as well say it was a mistake; 17393|That's how the people felt--like me--twice or three. 17393|And so, when I returned to New York, you see, 17393|I was still there, to do my very best, 17393|Suffering ever, and in all things else 17393|Admitting fault. For you'll understand all 17393|This simply as I said, and why you should 17393|Have faith in me, or what you say you mean: 17393|I had but one mistress, of whom to you 17393|I have, as I have said, one still another, 17393|To go with and attend on, I believe 17393|As closely as I could, because so good, 17393|And that is Mrs. Emerson. We were wed, 17393|I think it was in Stonestown a month or two 17393|Before the first of those awful wars began; 17393|It wasn't that I had any one else, 17393|But just our business, I--what is it, now? 17393|I had the greatest trouble finding work. 17393|I was a lawyer. The idea came to me, 17393|That I could take it, if I used them both, 17393|And make one of them of me, and so put 17393|Myself in a position to enjoy 17393|My mistress, who was Mrs. Emerson. 17393|I took her back when I took hers up, 17393|And she said she didn't see much use in me, 17393|And that I was her own plaything now, and 17393|Was she. We married, and that was it; 17393|We had two daughters at the beginning-- 17393|Well, I can't prove anything--she was hers; 17393|But, God forgive me, I suppose I ought not 17393|To have to say anything, or perhaps 17393|I ought't to have said anything, or ought 17393|I ought't I ought't, the truth is I ought't, 17393|And oughtn't ought, and, now I have to speak, 17393|I speak the truth, all right, I'm a fellow 17393|Of good reputation, one of the oldest; 17393|In any line, as any editor, or man; 17393|For I was a writer then; now I am all over, 17393|And I cannot sit here like a drunkard. 17393|If the poor dear Miss Smith could know it, and keep out 17393|Of all this, and let her temper run like wine, 17393|It would be much for the weak-hearted things 17393|I've now to say there, or have done, or are done, 17393|And put the onus on another for--this; 17393|If she had been wiser, I was wiser still. 17393|Now, my two daughters are gone with you, 17393|And my only son is with you twelve-- 17393|You will always have something to console you 17393|And keep you from a wrathful, jealous girl. 17393|And the old master's gone; but this you know, 17393|And you read my letter--there's more to it. 17393|It doesn't matter if I'm a fool or not. 17393|I'll give you the same satisfaction I gave you 17393|When the girl, the last of you--had gone with me-- 17393|If I could have stayed and heard this son of mine, 17393|And not been made the go-between father and son, 17393|I should have believed from the first, and prayed 17393|I'd give myself up to the man, and die 17393|And be saved, while the rest were a child at play, 17393|And all at one blow, and while my old mistress died. 17393|And the old mistress was the lady I love, 17393|And a friend of my family, and not a one 17393|Of them that is to get the worst for him here; 17393|And a friend of theirs, and he that lived up there, 17393|He would have left the house and taken to his mistress, 17393|Had I not been the more determined, I think, 17393|To give myself up completely to her touch, 17393|And, while I could stand it, would ======================================== SAMPLE 5650 ======================================== 14757|Walking the quiet, unpretending, 14757|Hearing nothing but the wind and the ocean 14757|Over the smooth, blue ground. He stands erect. 14757|A white face through the gloom is looking. 14757|All day long, till dusk, I have made 14757|This small world out of darkness. 14757|Now, after the rain. 14757|This is another of his drawings. 14757|On the hillside, looking east, 14757|The wind goes howling; and, as it goes, 14757|My spirit goes with it; and I fall 14757|Out of my depth and lie and gaze 14757|Westward, and then, with a start, 14757|I know where my feet are going. 14757|And then, not a step more, 14757|Nor far-off sound, as if 14757|Some far-off tumult rose, 14757|But only the wind and snow 14757|And drifting mist that close and fast 14757|Creeping and close about me come. 14757|Westward, and then, with a start, 14757|I know where my feet are going. 14757|I have followed but a flame, my flame, 14757|And now, when I retire, I hear 14757|Only the wind and snow.... 14757|_From a painting by_ M.L. HALE TRUART 14757|There is no sound save from the lapping of the road, 14757|And ever as it rolls my heart grows sadder. 14757|Look from the window at the snow, white and deep, 14757|Making the crooked lane into a grave. 14757|Look from the guttering chimney at the street, 14757|Glimmering in whitewashed, worn faces, ghastly white; 14757|And see me there by the broken firelight, 14757|Watching a faded boy come trudging up the lane. 14757|Pale, weary, trudging on, 14757|His thin brown arms akimbo, 14757|Tattered, torn, and shrivelled like 14757|A mourner's in his grief, 14757|His face in a sorry fit,-- 14757|A stranger in the town, 14757|Lost in a squalid street, 14757|Poor, old, and dreary. 14757|O, if you could only go 14757|Away from here and find 14757|A home where joy might be, 14757|Where sorrow might be banished, 14757|Where suffering might be bruised,-- 14757|Ah, then, perhaps, you might 14757|Go far when there, and find 14757|A better home, a better God, 14757|A better world. 14757|A little house at ease, 14757|Where I might sit and brush my teeth, 14757|And cool my fingers in the tub, 14757|And watch the water flow,-- 14757|And never think of home 14757|Except to fret my hair 14757|--This was my life! 14757|As for me, I could forget 14757|Hearing the storm-talk in the street, 14757|Or seeing the mail-crunched man 14757|Who creaks and laments his fate. 14757|I would not think of home 14757|Save in a glass, and only there 14757|At noon, through peevish weeds, 14757|I watch the brook that gurgles by, 14757|--This was my home! 14757|When I am grown to man's estate, 14757|I shall be happy and forget 14757|Hearing the storm-talk in the street, 14757|Or seeing the mail-crunched man 14757|Who creaks and laments his fate. 14757|I shall be happy and forget 14757|Hearing the mail-crunched man 14757|Quit in the hopeless despair 14757|(Stern and short, poor brute) of his wife 14757|(A woman with two lives to feed). 14757|I shall be happy and forget 14757|Hearing the mail-crunched man 14757|Keep changing his lament 14757|About the life he leads, 14757|Living as he can't for money die. 14757|He'll miss his wife, miss his ======================================== SAMPLE 5660 ======================================== 1211|And as some little lisping child, 1211|Doth call her mother's name, 1211|Then call her own; 1211|So I, with youthful hope and pride, 1211|My own beloved lady call 1211|To hear what names she pleases please. 1211|For by the voice of her I live, 1211|And die, though dead to me. 1211|Go, lovely Rose, and when thou drivest 1211|In the meads, a thorn to give 1211|For the poor man that's a lord, 1211|Or the slave that's an ass; 1211|Tell him, thou wilt go further 1211|If he will sell his heart and tell it 1211|And sell his hair and tell it. 1211|As the poor man that's a loon 1211|Sow ye shall sow his seed, 1211|And the rich man that's rich will reap 1211|What ye sow him. 1211|Ask me no questions, come what may, 1211|But leave that to Me; for I'm blind 1211|And deaf to Heaven's great plans. 1211|Ask Me no more then what thou wilt, 1211|For I'm blind to Heaven's great plights. 1211|Go, lovely Rose, and when thou drivest 1211|In the meads a thorn to give 1211|For the poor; for thou wilt go further 1211|Therefor; and tell him, ere thou go'st, 1211|Tell him, then, thou wilt go further. 1211|The best thing in the world for me 1211|Is the secret of thy face; 1211|If thou but knew how sweet and fair it is, 1211|And wilt only hide it, soon 1211|I'd make thee pay twice what thou spendest now 1211|To make thee only pay me once. 1211|And yet for all thee care hast thou, 1211|That I should know, and use it well, 1211|To make thy beauty, beauty mine own; 1211|And if I do, thou weep'st, sweet maid; 1211|And use woe; and weep I must, sweet maid. 1211|Sweet maid, by Heaven's love my guide, 1211|'Twas not in idle-making 1211|That won thee; but in pleasure; 1211|Which, at my hands' demand, I gave, 1211|'Twould have done no wrong to ask. 1211|This dainty hand, which now I press, 1211|To make thee happy do engage, 1211|It will be ever gentle; 1211|And it's thy choice, if thou'lt not wish, 1211|To be as gentle as I; 1211|And when at last I wish thee mine, 1211|Thou'lt find me, as thy master, kind. 1211|Then let some other corses graze 1211|At will; and soon thou'lt have these, 1211|For those, and some, sweet passions, I 1211|Will cherish, when thy bloom is past; 1211|And then, when it is fully green, 1211|I, that am put upon my bed, 1211|Will kneel to Love's eternal throne, 1211|The throne of sov'reign, love; 1211|And all on thee, dear virgin mine, 1211|Will pour their first, pure, fervent tear. 1211|The same strain I likely shed, 1211|O virgin! for the same. 1211|I have a wife, and, as his guest, 1211|The guest I will be for thee. 1211|The dearest of all passions, 1211|Sweet wife of my fond wish! 1211|By all that love or duty bound, 1211|Will I be thy true worshipper. 1211|Thou shalt for ever be 1211|In every thing that please thee. 1211|Thou shalt enjoy, and I for thee 1211|Will always take a part. 1211|Thou shalt for ever hear me 1211|In every thing I think I can't do; 1211|And I will sing thee, while I can, 1211|The strains, which I shall sing for thee. 1211|When my little boy is well, 1211 ======================================== SAMPLE 5670 ======================================== 17448|'Twas a little wench in black, 17448|'Tis a little lady, 17448|The child's mother, 17448|Cousin to a handsome young ruffian, 17448|That's called John, 17448|'Tis a little lad in brown, 17448|'Tis a little lad in brown, 17448|That's called Willie! 17448|'Twas upon a sweet May morning, 17448|As I took the air, 17448|I heard a voice cry, 17448|Oh, there they are, 17448|The soldiers in the street! 17448|We've been out all night, 17448|'Tis very strange, 17448|But now I do perceive, 17448|This night we've been out all night! 17448|There's no hope! 17448|The soldiers on the stairs! 17448|What, what, what, what, what, what, what? 17448|Ah, sir, to be rude 17448|I know. 17448|The soldiers on the stairs? 17448|Oh, no, 17448|My heart's enough with you yet! 17448|I love you so much, 17448|You can have no more, 17448|There, there, dear, here's the door! 17448|There you go! 17448|There's a great soldier-- 17448|What do I see? 17448|Oh, what is now? 17448|Well, what does he do? 17448|I see his wife, 17448|And a little black child, 17448|With white hair upon his head. 17448|Ah, no! 17448|His wife's only two-- 17448|Ah, he'll be done! 17448|I would I could wait! 17448|I have such sweet, such happy dreams, 17448|There's a lady one. 17448|There she lies down near the old wall, 17448|Her hat on her shoulder, 17448|She eats not, and sits alone 17448|And sings of a lover, 17448|And a lover one! 17448|What are lovers, do they ask of thee, 17448|Lord, how do they love thee? 17448|And he, who hath love for to know, 17448|Thinks of the lady's hat 17448|And the white hair that lies between, 17448|And the little black child! 17448|I can hear thy sweet and clear voice 17448|Whispering in mine ear, 17448|I can hear thy gentle smile, 17448|Tell me how do they fare? 17448|See how love has come to my hand, 17448|He hath walked therein and seen! 17448|And my heart is as one with a flame, 17448|And my spirit is as one! 17448|And he hath come to me with love, 17448|Saying, Oh come, love me, 17448|And I heard her whisper a song 17448|'_A kiss and a kiss in the Lord's name._' 17448|He hath kissed her lips and said aye, 17448|'_A kiss and a kiss in the Lord's name!_' 17448|'Love, I am thy little lover, 17448|And thou art his lady, 17448|I cannot give his heart away 17448|Ere I kiss her mouth to mouth; 17448|Nor I will leave his eyes alone, 17448|Ere I kiss his brow to braid.' 17448|'_And what did our little master do?_' 17448|'For he kissed the great, bold hand 17448|Of the lord of our castle, 17448|And he told unto the king my lover 17448|To kiss the great hands of his.' 17448|'_Then he went to the mountain and spake to him 17448|That all men might know, and his name was John._' 17448|He went to the mountain and spoke unto him, 17448|'_I can never give my heart away 17448|Ere I kiss his sweet lips to-day; 17448|Nor I will leave his eyes alone, 17448|Ere I kiss his great brow to-yea!_' 17448|'_But that is not for thee, fair lady!_' 17448|'It is ======================================== SAMPLE 5680 ======================================== 615|A thousand leagues, and seven hundred more, 615|On other pretext to proceed. It fell 615|Ere nine moons brought a season unto them 615|Whate'er in all that time was heard or seen, 615|A hundred ships in motion, wherewith 615|Each in its turn displayed its battle-steed: 615|The furies were by those, with dreadful cry, 615|That in that war by sea and land were found. 615|Their names by others were to be revealed 615|To Charlemagne, at the Conquest next, where 615|Were placed, for his own people's sake, the twain; 615|Nor could he with his eyes behold one, 615|So many were both those evil fiends; nor can 615|He in his faith of good their guilt discern. 615|All know, that in the day when his brother fell, 615|-- In this full year, since first that monarch knew -- 615|The king was lost, he that ill-fated crew 615|From every distant part of earth had driven, 615|And sent to France and France to France, did ply, 615|As they had done before, the gallant crew: 615|Wherefore he deemed, if other people's king, 615|Some of his kinsmen to avenge their slain, 615|That they had lost as well; while to restore; 615|He deemed, 'twould break his heart; for that they were 615|Deprived of either crown; or only he, 615|And he a prisoner in a foreign clime. 615|The king was lost, and of those evil fates, 615|In that his kinsmen by his blood are left, 615|More to the wretched monarch's grief than he, 615|(In this far island taken by those fiends,) 615|-- But that, save he could find them, would to shame 615|And shame in other wise -- in that they perished 615|As he had known in the other parts of Spain. 615|He, with that many brethren was the peer 615|Of all which with him lived; and his peers are 615|That he the first with honour, with his sword, 615|Against the furies by the light of gold 615|Did in a rage, the first to strive with fiends. 615|He, in that battle, had not left his peers, 615|But gladly were amongst them were not dead, 615|Who of his kinsmen, having suffered so, 615|Were such as those that had the same our knight 615|To their dear children: nor, as well they knew, 615|That he would not, but still long was wroth; 615|And by his valiant brethren was possessed. 615|He is a man of such a noble face, 615|And martial deeds, that, as he to his bed 615|Sends terror, to his mother heaves the breast: 615|Who, as she pressed him, by compassion, cried, 615|"My child, my lord, and little one, with you 615|Is placed your life; and in the world the place 615|Is thine to take in warlike game." He went, 615|The infant to a mother's arms, and, she, 615|Reclined her cheek upon his head so wan 615|Of sorrow, that it made his bleeding eye 615|Sigh fire; while she that nursed him, in such guise, 615|Praying the Lord that peace to reconcile 615|And peace might reign, the infant to his bed, 615|With him did bury in the earth the two, 615|Who from their limbs, with all their strength of woe, 615|Were buried together in a grave unknown. 615|For he, that had that infant borne to rest, 615|Knew well what evil fate would lie behind; 615|Should bury him, and that be done, and this 615|A little life; but for those other twain 615|-- Him would not have -- whom his heart had brought 615|Till he had gathered them to one by his: 615|And they with him that night for sleep had fed, 615|And at the dawning were with many a host, 615|Which entered in the camp, from far and nigh, 615|To wait upon the King who would come down 615|And lay aside the holy garb he wore. 615|And, as with him were they guarded, he 615|With whom his brother could no longer play 615|The ======================================== SAMPLE 5690 ======================================== 16452|With her in the dark he cast the bow. 16452|But Jove beheld him ere he took his flight 16452|The shaft had pierced him through the shoulder-piece; 16452|The helmet closed over his eyes, and there 16452|He fell and died. Such was the death he sought, 16452|Such was Achilles' woe and toil. No help 16452|His woe; but, as he died, he spoke a word 16452|Pacing like the shape of Orion shining 16452|Amid the darkening clouds, and, flying, he fled. 16452|His spear, at the same instant, struck the shore 16452|And pierced the river with its point, the earth 16452|Shuddering, lopped all the gates of the gate-host 16452|That stood around. Then in Ulysses' arms 16452|Achilles bound him firm, and to the gates 16452|Press'd the whole host. Ulysses, now, the son 16452|Of Polybus, thus to Diomede he spake. 16452|Well I discern through all the ranks advanced 16452|What toil you have endured. In all their conduct 16452|Your own I count the chiefest share, by whom 16452|Most surely the Achaeans' peace have been secured. 16452|But this demand I ask, and pray the Gods 16452|Grant me to speak it, first by force, or by deceit. 16452|He said, and on his shoulder drew his own 16452|Sword intent, whom Hector next engaged. 16452|Then both kings drew swords, and, like the winds, the hosts 16452|Sweeping, clash'd. The battle grew hot and fierce. 16452|As though in war they both were foes, each slew 16452|Another, and the son of Panthous smote the youth 16452|Ulysses. His helmet at his waist he smote 16452|Atrides; his left arm, beneath his palm, 16452|The point of his broad sword, he drove aside 16452|Which thence his bosom touched, and down he fell, 16452|The life-blood drawing. When he fell, he sunk 16452|His armour, whose presence there the Greeks 16452|Shamed, and the host lamenting; when the body moved 16452|Of brave Ulysses and the dead they wept, 16452|And Agamemnon and brave Diomede, 16452|Hector and Tydeus, all at one sorrow tears 16452|Concealed, for all Ulysses' armour lay 16452|Upon the ground, they wept the while, nor knew 16452|If he had slain himself by force or fraud. 16452|But when the Gods with Pallas both had join'd 16452|To bear Ulysses' corse to Ilium's field, 16452|The Gods, when Jove them heard, at once both took 16452|From Priam and from glorious Agamemnon 16452|The corse, to be buried not, but on the plain 16452|Of Ilium, there to lie beneath the wall. 16452|On either side were watchful both, and both 16452|With eager eyes the corpse collected. Then 16452|Borne through the town, the body to the wall 16452|They bore behind them, next the corse to heaven. 16452|Then all the Gods in accents loud lament 16452|Re-echoing, on the body cast the load; 16452|Yet the heart rejoiced, of it, in all the Gods 16452|The triumph most claiming, that Ulysses' arms 16452|Might hang in honour to the immortal Gods, 16452|Whom henceforth for long time they no more 16452|Shall honor, but shall never take possession, 16452|Till Ægis-arm'd, with the vengeance of the Gods-- 16452|In the last hour, when day was spent, return 16452|To high Olympus from distant lands, 16452|Then shall he fall, who through the plain of Troy 16452|In triumph won the armour of Achilles; 16452|There, to his tomb they shall deliver it, 16452|With the lot allotted to him by fate. 16452|They parted thence, where, with the night-clouds hoar, 16452|They parted, and the earth filled with darkness deep 16452| ======================================== SAMPLE 5700 ======================================== 29345|And we'll not answer her; 29345|And while we think of her--well now 29345|We'll play the game we hate the most-- 29345|All by ourselves alone, 29345|With no one to tell the time and lead 29345|The way we know we best should go. 29345|And we'll not answer her, or say 29345|One word,--so you must take it all; 29345|You see how we always play the game 29345|You do, and play a better game." 29345|"You know your way about this tree, 29345|"You think your way about this tree," 29345|Said a redbird under sun and dew. 29345|"I think my way about it too, 29345|"And my way,--so I'll think your way 29345|About it, too, when I grow to be 29345|A-minding that tree." 29345|The man beside the tree 29345|Went slowly on his way; 29345|He had seen nothing, so he said, 29345|Of nothing in the way of thing, 29345|But he had seen a tiny cloud, 29345|Underneath the little cloud. 29345|But he had never counted 29345|The things he could not see; 29345|For this cloud was not a thing, 29345|But a cloud with hidden heart. 29345|So he looked for something, 29345|Wherefore he counted not, 29345|But he walked in that cloud's path 29345|Until it came to where he stood. 29345|"Look up now, and take in thy breath!" 29345|Thus the little cloud began, 29345|How his voice began to murmur 29345|"I have seen a hidden thing, 29345|"And a cloud with hidden heart. 29345|"I have seen a cloud, 29345|And one who had no name; 29345|I have seen the things I cannot see, 29345|I have seen a little cloud!" 29345|And the cloud looked upward, 29345|Then it went in front of him, 29345|Looking up and smiling; 29345|And the wind that was blowing out of the cloud 29345|Gently touched the little cloud 29345|(Little cloud) in the wonderful way 29345|That clouds look up and smile. 29345|I did not think my heart could feel 29345|So far from home, 29345|So far from where 29345|I'd been, so far, 29345|So long, so far from where I was. 29345|My heart is home; 29345|I know not where I am, 29345|Nor why I am here 29345|With this heavy weight. 29345|I did not think it could be so, 29345|Or that a dream 29345|Could make me feel so tired, 29345|Or trouble me so. 29345|I did not know 29345|It could be so bad 29345|With friends around to cheer me through. 29345|But here I am-- 29345|I know not where I am 29345|Nor why I am here--but here. 29345|We were two little sisters, 29345|One as soft and fair 29345|As a robin's breast 29345|In his nest, 29345|The other slender and sweet 29345|As a little starling, 29345|With hair all black 29345|Like the sea 29345|In its waters. 29345|We were two little sisters. 29345|And every night when night 29345|Was deep and warm 29345|We would take to prayer 29345|In our little nook. 29345|We had but little stock 29345|Of pretty things to bring, 29345|As little toys and things 29345|As we would bring each other-- 29345|One little ball 29345|As a bonny cap, 29345|Each one fair as a pearl. 29345|All the days of the year 29345|We would pray together 29345|And all night long: 29345|Till the stars grew fain 29345|To begin their work 29345|Of their light. 29345|It was just one little bird,-- 29345|All its feathers black 29345|As the midnight ======================================== SAMPLE 5710 ======================================== 19385|An' weel I ken ye canna tell 19385|Whether they come in style or trim, 19385|If ye hae a soul at e'er sae keen, 19385|An' wi' a mind of taste sic like! 19385|I'll tell ye wot, an' ye're nae leuk, 19385|If ye've never got a clatter, 19385|Gin ye've got a wee ettlin stan' him, 19385|To come at his e'e wi' a skank! 19385|An' then my sowl is sichtin' on't, 19385|An' ye tak a look at me, 19385|Tho' the heart-strings be a wi'thrall, 19385|An' ye canna be a leuk wi' me! 19385|An' if he thinks he sees me 19385|Ony time he'll sae fu' oot at me, 19385|He'll start off, like he's on't for me, 19385|An' pu' the reins thro' an' throttle, gi'e, 19385|An' think he's made me his ain! 19385|Tak care ye don't pu' a moment 19385|To get nae joy or pleasure, 19385|Gwine by the heart-strings at its wa'n 19385|As ane as it's just a stibble! 19385|Then ye may be sae glad 's sicht, 19385|As is a wee thing o' pride; 19385|An' gin ye've pluck'd the heart-strings 19385|At a' the waes o' the kaily? 19385|For, gin ye see what I hae gi'en, 19385|I'll be just what my name is-- 19385|I' th' name o' my ain, Bessie Craigie! 19385|Her locks like the waving grass, 19385|Her eyes like the open skies, 19385|Her beauty the sunshine can, 19385|And her wiles for a wicked-smart. 19385|There's nought like the young Lizzy Denman to fill a lover's heart, 19385|Nor nothing like the old Dame Lizzy--dear old Dunlop! 19385|For the first the lover's eyes are ravish'd by her beauty's smile, 19385|The second she charms the heart with her charming wit and air, 19385|Then Love, at the moment the old Dame is loveliest, smiles the tear, 19385|'Tis for the young Dame Lizzy we are all in joy right now-- 19385|The fairest of beauties, and the sweetest of young men! 19385|The young lassie, she's sweet and merry to me, 19385|Wi' ane or twa in her train; 19385|The ladie's bonny and aye as ready to dance wi' me, 19385|An' the kysie when we were kail. 19385|My heart's in the clouds for a new-come mornin', 19385|And heaven the next be for me; 19385|The heavens 're high in their vault, and the earth is ricken wi' pride, 19385|When I think I live to see't. 19385|And there the bonnie lassie sits wavin' her highland lace, 19385|For she's wavering as the beam; 19385|There's a blit a wee whistle that's ready for me, 19385|An bonnie bairnies life to save. 19385|She sits alone, aye serenely she gazes alane on the sky, 19385|On the hills o' Morven, the hills o' Byres, 19385|Where the auld-drawn chariot on came, 19385|To win the crown for auld Kirkcaldy Fife. 19385|But the carrion-droit of gowans did the queenen send 19385|To win the day for our clan; 19385|For our dulefu', a' our widdy, 19385|Was winin' by score. 19385|And she sent ae braw prisoner frae Kirkcaldy Fife 19385|Wi' a lassie that was winin' the day; 19385|But that she brent ======================================== SAMPLE 5720 ======================================== 30391|That the dead 30391|In the darkness of the night-- 30391|Whose faces lie 30391|In the dust of ages, 30391|And in the ashes of their graves-- 30391|Their bodies lie 30391|Where the sun-god's arrows fell-- 30391|And never more from out their sight-- 30391|While their souls perish vainly, 30391|For a day and a night 30391|In their graves they lie: 30391|There the winds and their dead speak, 30391|And cry to life, and cry 30391|From their ancient graves 30391|To the dead that have grown old, 30391|Which the sun-god strikes, 30391|And, all their hearts and voices sounding, 30391|Crowns the dead with flowers and gold, 30391|Where some ghostly song of triumph 30391|Sounds from ages lost, 30391|To the dead that have grown old 30391|And their souls languish vainly, 30391|In the realms of the light and the night. 30391|Where the wind hath struck her down, 30391|And the sun-god lighted on her, 30391|Where the wind, and the sunset, 30391|Shine on the dead-lighted world 30391|Of their dead-day dreams-- 30391|Her sombre limbs, and her pale limbs, 30391|Her eyes that once were fire; 30391|And her long locks, and her long hair-- 30391|Where they now lie cold, 30391|In the world's cold face and the night's dark dust-- 30391|Shine on their dead souls forever, 30391|Whose dead souls lie in the dust. 30391|Then the moonbeams pass by, 30391|And they flee away on their wings, 30391|Where the sun has set, 30391|Whose faces are all as dust, 30391|Where their souls shall never wither, 30391|And their souls shall never grow old, 30391|Nor their eyes grow dim. 30391|In the lightless world of the dead, 30391|There are many souls 30391|Pressing their heavy dark lives 30391|In the grave of the dark earth, 30391|And their souls are broken in sleep, 30391|And their souls are broken and old, 30391|And their souls are shattered and broken, 30391|In the world of the night. 30391|Shall no cry of theirs endure, 30391|Nor shall they cry till it be dead, 30391|Shall no one weep and sleep, 30391|Shall no one weep and sleep till he die; 30391|Nor shall any one weep and sleep 30391|Till they lie dead in their graves. 30391|Shall no one weep and sleep 30391|Till to dust they are set, 30391|Shall no one weep and sleep till he die; 30391|No one shall weep and sleep till he die, 30391|Till he lie dead in his grave. 30391|On the night of the old-time moons, 30391|With the stars that shine out, 30391|When all the world was the night 30391|And the moon was a star; 30391|While the dark wind of the night 30391|Went howling through the trees, 30391|Shall no cry of theirs endure, 30391|Nor shall they cry till it be dead, 30391|Shall no one weep and sleep, 30391|Shall no one weep and sleep till he die, 30391|Till they lie dead in their graves. 30391|When the world was a star, 30391|With the stars that burn so bright, 30391|When the world was a star, 30391|And all stars were as light, 30391|Shall no cry of theirs endure, 30391|Nor shall they cry till it be dead, 30391|Shall no one weep and sleep, 30391|Shall no one weep and sleep till he die, 30391|Till they lie dead in their graves. 30396|This edition appears to be that of Sir Ralph Ellis (1818-1899), a man of great talent, and a man of literary 30396|This edition of the sixteenth century is founded on the principles 30396|This edition, like its predecessors, is based on the text of the ======================================== SAMPLE 5730 ======================================== 615|And so far to the left, that it must be its front. 615|And there the cavaliers will seize the foe. 615|I of his valour heard the well-known cry, 615|So that I know if it be true. I ween 615|He is a valiant man, and is by far 615|The greatest warrior of all that are 615|Upon the earth, or 'mid the sea and air. 615|To take the knight, a lady should have thought, 615|More advisable than to be near, I ween. 615|"For all which I have told to you is true, 615|Of that great battle and of what I said, 615|This to your thought alone is given due heed; 615|Because of those who tell you, and as you 615|With these are of your thought divided wide, 615|So that in you my favour you possess." 615|While the aforesaid Pinnabel is here 615|Conversing with his comrades, they are told, 615|The battle is in which they are all amass, 615|And that the cavaliers with their arms will fall. 615|"If ye are not so far afflicted with woe, 615|That ye to death would suffer your dear lord 615|Who to all Christians is most dear, but one, 615|And of his good will to you a present 615|He made to be our ease and comforts, 615|My song shall be of thee, your sorrows' knight; 615|And then, to be by you released from pain, 615|With my good sword I will put off my flesh. 615|"No good shall come from my singing or my rhyme, 615|Save death from thee, dear lord! from thee, and thine, 615|I do with my last breath this song proclaim: 615|In you, if ever, or any other vale, 615|I will repair; that I with you may die. 615|"He on whom from heaven, who on this earth 615|Doth ever more and more a goodly pow'r, 615|Thou wilt bewitch, my soul shall ne'er depart. 615|But when, by Heaven's and by man's good doom, 615|I go, when I shall come, where I am bown 615|I promise on this point I with thy death 615|That I shall make my last and best song and prayer. 615|"The verse shall show thee why I do this devise, 615|So that with such good will for pity grieve me." 615|Now such lamentation is heard that hall, 615|As of a woeful death, made for all there. 615|'Twas a long time ere yet the mournful man 615|Was more prepared to yield his life away; 615|And had but one, who mourns the cavalier 615|(As a good soldier a good knight withal) 615|Than Roland, or a hundred more or less, 615|Or many, with a sorrow more profound; 615|For there was little room for further talk, 615|When to the rear appeared in view a band 615|Of Saracens, in sudden numbers strong, 615|And ready to beset the battle's entrance. 615|"Alas!" (thought I) "that they of lesser might 615|Should enter here, whose deeds of warlike grace 615|Have made the world their study and their guide! 615|For none of mortal knights to me appear 615|More welcome to your sight, in any wise, 615|Than they, whose deeds to glorify the Lord 615|With their own actions did your mind inspire. 615|"You see them as they be at their retreat 615|From Rome, by him, the Roman's foe, contend, 615|(And he, like vengeance, was the second fay 615|Of those of lesser worth who there contend). 615|Their arms are well made, and well compose, 615|And fit for martial use of any land. 615|One of their arms is a good broadsword, made 615|Of lead, and made of gold, as I have heard 615|A story tell, by way of wonder, true. 615|"One of their helmets has a double gorget, 615|Wherewith the eagle from his collar hems, 615|And other is a lance, with barbèd staves, 615|Wherewith he guards his head, and guards his mane: 615|The one is ======================================== SAMPLE 5740 ======================================== 30795|From his father's lodge, to meet them at the gate! 30795|"No--a stranger must come to that pleasant land, 30795|A new arrival from afar; a stranger brave-- 30795|Perhaps thyself! The land is new--what has been there 30795|For years--for thousands of generations--seen? 30795|The land is new, with all its magic sounds, 30795|Its beauty, beauty, beauty, for ever fled! 30795|The land is new, with all its beauty now, 30795|And I must speak the truth, or come to die there!" 30795|And the mother's eyes were filled with tears, and she 30795|Held forth her hands in signs, that she might take 30795|The child and mount him not, but gently laid 30795|Hands on his head, and the light from above, 30795|The air, that fanned him with the warmth of love, 30795|Made him forget his grief to be comforted; 30795|But he, with the cold, were girded round about: 30795|His eyes were fastened on the floor below, 30795|His heart in anguish bounded to and fro. 30795|Now he grew blind, and evermore the thought 30795|Passed of the dismal death that lay before 30795|His very eyes, and might not be dispelled; 30795|The awful thought could not be, that he 30795|Should be the cause of death to the youngest born. 30795|He sought the mother; he was blind by birth, 30795|But in his heart it fixed its keenest point. 30795|"Mother, mother!" he cried: his eyes were dry, 30795|But his heart beat wildly: "O mighty God! 30795|Why didst thou not deliver me from death, 30795|When thou wast pleased to make a naked brute 30795|Thy errand-boy? The errand-boy lies still, 30795|And thou, O mother!--thou, O cruel God!" 30795|And his mother did not shrink, but strook him 30795|With her lips, and he fell: then on the floor 30795|She laid the child, and o'er him flung her arms, 30795|And passed into the forest at his cry. 30795|But in that forest was a solitary place 30795|Built on a rock with craggy summit high: 30795|And here he hid his head, and knew not woe 30795|In this strange world, in this high wilderness: 30795|His body shrivelled by the winter snows, 30795|With only such things for friends to do, 30795|Passed now in cold, and now in fire, and so 30795|Died into quiet: and a kindly wind 30795|Paused in the chamber where the young child lay, 30795|And softly murmured, "Dear child! why weepest thou? 30795|Why dieest thou, who shouldst be glad again?" 30795|"But what, O mother!" said the young child's heart, 30795|"For a single moment did I look on God; 30795|But I have lived in error, and am saved 30795|By a wise woman; therefore she condemn'd me." 30795|Her head sank down, for the light was growing dim, 30795|And softly said the mother: "O my child, 30795|How beautiful Thou wast! How glorious Thou 30795|Before all nations! The Lord is just, and God 30795|Will save Thy life, ere night is over all. 30795|O my poor child, and art thou saved, who thoughtest 30795|That thou shouldst die?" "Of myself," the child said, 30795|"And the faith which I received, saved me; and the 30795|father of my Lord, who bore Him, and who now 30795|Is crucified, was faithless to me." 30795|As in darkling places, where faint winds 30795|Make silent corridors for the sun, we mark 30795|The stillness and the splendour of a tree, 30795|That, while it hardly lets the breeze in, bare 30795|Its boughs on either side an inner rim, 30795|Which faintly bares some wondrous flow of foliage, 30795|Whose leafless arms in silence enclose one 30795|In dreamy vision ======================================== SAMPLE 5750 ======================================== 42041|I was, as a child, a man, I think. 42041|I had a girl and one boy, 42041|Each a little god in Heaven. 42041|I was so proud. 42041|And then, as an infant thou art, 42041|When Heaven went after, my soul 42041|Seemed to grow in my ears; 42041|I was a son of God; 42041|I could see Heaven like a flower, 42041|And I heard a soft voice say: 42041|"It shall be well 42041|Though the stars be singing, 42041|And the sun and the moon, 42041|And the rainbow. 42041|As long as these things be." 42041|I can't remember now, 42041|I was a man; 42041|I was proud. 42041|But this is the thing that I remember:- 42041|They made a game of heaven; 42041|And the game began in a dream 42041|Of a little house, and a golden apple, 42041|And a silver lamp, and a silver dress, 42041|And a golden crown. 42041|And after we had played together 42041|All night, until the dawn, 42041|I woke with dawn, with noon, with even 42041|To find it all a dream. 42041|The game was up; you knew it,--the game! 42041|And so I started home, 42041|And left you, with a glass of wine, 42041|To think about it over.-- 42041|I never saw your face again! 42041|What is the meaning of this madness 42041|Breath'd in the morning air? 42041|As if they watched the sun, 42041|His children, in his garden, 42041|Pacing 42041|Their fingers up and down the grass; 42041|Or, in the wind, 42041|Seeking for some hidden treasure, 42041|Among the bushes 42041|Picking old, old rose-buds and roses. 42041|Is it the children, 42041|That all the time 42041|Come trooping out of heaven?-- 42041|Or is it they, 42041|Among the roses?-- 42041|Is it they, 42041|Or it the wind, 42041|That all the time 42041|Hath been so very near to our house?-- 42041|Or did it come to our house?--and then,-- 42041|You and I? 42041|And if it come to our house, 42041|Then, too, it is coming soon.-- 42041|It goes to my house, 42041|But when? 42041|(So do all such visions;) 42041|And though I know not when, 42041|I can suppose it will come;-- 42041|And when comes this thing, I can't know when, 42041|But I can hope to see it near. 42041|I think it will come 42041|In autumn weather. 42041|(There, now, she's gone!) 42041|She had made me feel so very glad, 42041|And very happy too, 42041|I hardly knew it was she who came 42041|My roses and my wine; 42041|She had come to tell me that the Spring 42041|Was near its end, 42041|When autumn weather came to all 42041|That live in Heaven and Earth.-- 42041|Ah, I do wonder what it is 42041|Will make us feel so glad, 42041|And happy, and that we shall go 42041|From the world's eyes to see 42041|This Spring so long past;--but I suppose 42041|I will be back before I am gone. 42041|No, no, I shall not go: 42041|I shall be there to-morrow, 42041|When we come to talk. 42041|Come, let us go then, 42041|And sit quite still together, 42041|For we must talk 42041|Some things about which no one knows, 42041|We both for ever sit there 42041|And only the wind may pass our face, 42041|Nor ever make any sound; 42041|We must not, must not say one word. 42041|What will become of us, you ======================================== SAMPLE 5760 ======================================== 615|"But that which was of little import e'er was, 615|That the king was sore in his desire offended. 615|Of him (alas!) the king had nothing said. 615|"Orlando and his kinsmen, to their need 615|Were willing to do what they could to end 615|The quarrel which in their eyes was not fair: 615|And when upon his coming they had thought 615|Into Orlando's mind such thought was short, 615|That, had they felt him of their king so proud, 615|The matter had not yet been to their cost; 615|And to the king, in all confusion grown, 615|They would their cause before the king have said: 615|"With him to give him counsel, and to show, 615|That what of good, of evil he had done, 615|He had a right to be recompensed, in spite 615|Of the unjust judgment to which he clung." 615|The king with courtesy to him assayed, 615|And said, `I have not understood you more; 615|And hence by reason of my ignorance 615|I need at all times be guided aright. 615|But since by means of this good knight I'm freed, 615|In you, to him and me I do incline, 615|And by my faith I swear, by so and so, 615|He will by me, be avenged upon you, 615|And with a warrior' s arm of equal might, 615|In combat will be tried against the king, 615|As he deserves, in that he bears the brand. 615|"I well believe you shall be safe, if well 615|You know, if you consider that, with me, 615|By time you the calamity forego; 615|And that, with all that can a warrior do, 615|You shall not with him be harmed at all. 615|But that the cause which on your judgment is bent, 615|Is evermore, of doubtful issue, wight. 615|Hence you, who speak, upon my counsel take 615|The better hand, or so shall I persuade thee; 615|And if I be of better counsels' fame 615|And goodlier mind, let it with these persuade thee." 615|Of that fair knight Orlando, whom the king 615|So shortly had heard what love he bore in fee, 615|(For never that his honour or his truth 615|He knew so well before that day, or e'er) 615|He took full pity, and was pleased in spite, 615|And took that goodly lord, in courteous wise, 615|That with the king he deemed it was the light, 615|Which shone upon their heads to light the way, 615|And made withal his aid his worth to show. 615|For the amorous lord was made to know, 615|The which and this the King was eager to know. 615|With what should be his fee, the king, in fight, 615|Of all the knights at will could do his will; 615|And made the same -- without fee -- with him maintain 615|Olympus as his own and lawful right; 615|Which made him more and more with fury blind; 615|And evermore his brows with wrath was wet. 615|But yet the royal dame, with joyful cheer, 615|With the king's grace the present made assay; 615|And what with him in league was held enow, 615|With him in that the royal dame should aid. 615|When with the present of that wondrous blade 615|The knight had of his worth as much assayed, 615|The courteous king (who would have been more fair 615|Without it) to his good and honest friend 615|His will in brief the dame thus addressed: 615|"This sword, which you desire, and which I crave, 615|For sure I am of one who you deny, 615|And whom my court and my beloved, to prove, 615|I promise for thy service and my care: 615|This knife, which (in thy service is no match) 615|Thou well believe I have an equal here, 615|That in thy fury should not harm the land; 615|With me to aid the valiant cavalier, 615|Who in a strange and perilous way shall wend. 615|"And he, I well perceive, in every thing, 615|Shall with success be found, to save his head ======================================== SAMPLE 5770 ======================================== 27333|Of the old love, the old dream of the old days; 27333|In these dreams I see what Love was made to be. 27333|I see them, through my opening flower-passages 27333|See them, as the sun and moon through deeps and fountains 27333|Look back on all the golden years of their night. 27333|So, as I look, through my fine eyes, I see, 27333|Through the soft air between each pointed star, 27333|The past and the new, the heart of the Past smiling. 27333|Love, you have found a joy to your mind 27333|Which does not stir at your heart for shame; 27333|And your heart, where it is always pure, 27333|Is like the heart of a sick child sad. 27333|"You've known that look of pain and dread, 27333|Where is the strength of joy without sin? 27333|Can we gain by it the joy we lack? 27333|Or is it an endless trial, 27333|A curse, rather, to us in life?" 27333|"Nay," answered Jone; "I am free; 27333|I am old! but you would break my heart. 27333|The hope that was so light before 27333|I feel it dying now with doubt. 27333|We have not found in a dream 27333|The strength of joy that we would get; 27333|We have not found in the night 27333|The peace of the soul we would lose. 27333|And now we must keep watch and pray; 27333|And pray and watch, and watch in vain, 27333|For all the while with our tears we wept, 27333|While he who keeps watch for us could miss 27333|His work, save for our grief as well. 27333|No, you have found that nightmare all; 27333|But you will never gain the hour 27333|When men and women, blind with fear, 27333|Will think the light of our love is gone. 27333|You will know at the last in peace 27333|The grief we have suffered to know. 27333|And that is not half the good-- 27333|The joy that was born of our pain. 27333|Oh, the old days are dead." 27333|"Not as we thought" 27333|Then the woman turned to leave. 27333|"Not when we stand 27333|Before God as he is, all men, 27333|Gazing on him with eyes divine! 27333|But do not look on him too long; 27333|He will fade as the sun does, soon; 27333|Yet let us make this day 27333|The beginning of the work 27333|To which we come every day. 27333|For he will take from us 27333|The dust of life, 27333|Bring back the dead souls from the clay, 27333|And make us whole 27333|When once we pass before him. 27333|So pray you," she said; 27333|And the laughter in her eyes 27333|Came back to me when she spoke. 27333|Yes, the old days are dead. 27333|For love's delight 27333|That shone through each face divine, 27333|We see the things we did not know; 27333|We know the past we did not know; 27333|We bear the shadow of the past 27333|Long after we have passed away. 27333|Yes, love is more than we can see; 27333|We are but flesh and breath; 27333|But love is greater than our sight, 27333|And blind is the sight of us. 27333|Yes, love is more than we can speak; 27333|We only hear the sound 27333|Of the world's laughter and pain, 27333|And the heartbreak that we made. 27333|But love is greater than our tone, 27333|And greater than our speech; 27333|It is the thing we know not of, 27333|The thing we never knew. 27333|Yes, love is greater than our thought; 27333|We are but thoughts of years; 27333|But love is greater than the thought 27333|Of something that has passed so soon. 27333|Yes, love is more than we can know; 27333|We only see love's grand ======================================== SAMPLE 5780 ======================================== 2620|They're glad to have a woman's heart and eye; 2620|She's the sweetest thing to ever yawn 2620|Or cry "MOTHER! HELP!" 2620|We have been as children, fatherless and poor; 2620|And so, as tender girls and boys we run 2620|And catch at flowers and kites, that scratch and try, 2620|And play with anything that seems just so queer, 2620|Or seem just like a flower; and then we run, 2620|And kiss our mothers' cheeks, and say, "Mother dear, 2620|We love you! O mother! dear mother dear, 2620|We love you so!" 2620|And then a little girl might toddle out, 2620|With little lisping steps and pretty bright 2620|Laughing to meet her mother's eyes. The mother 2620|Should have caught her in a minute; then she should 2620|Have asked the doll a lot about _her_ doll's play, 2620|And the doll would have said the very same, 2620|And the mother would have been in heaven, and _her_ doll was in hell. 2620|But this was a wondery thing to do-- 2620|To make a doll that talked in answer to her mother's look! 2620|So, one day, a pretty girl (who never had played 2620|With dolls before) invited all her dolls to come, and look 2620|(It is a pleasure to look at what one looks at 2620|When one is very little) over the flowers and trees; 2620|And the dolls that answered right from pretty to strange, 2620|Were sent away with the lovely girl to sell. 2620|And so there were "no dolls without exceptions," 2620|So the dolls that had come with their mothers went home; 2620|And the boys, with their pretty mothers and fathers, too, 2620|Went home with their dolls. 2620|The children at home 2620|Raved and shouted, and said the very same, 2620|But that very evening, when the little brindled ones 2620|Rose up to go to school, 2620|They all were gathered in one little room, 2620|Each with his doll, and his mother, and his sister, 2620|Who had come down from the mountain with snow, 2620|To be the first in the world to call them up. 2620|And their mothers came down like the cattle, 2620|With their little dollies on their knees, 2620|And the children in the morning, like dogs, had run away 2620|In the very next room. 2620|And they all were glad to see them, 2620|As they came out in the morning-- 2620|Nodding heads with pretty hands, 2620|With just a little boy with snow on his head 2620|As in middle of their fun, 2620|Each one with his dolly, in a pink petticoat, 2620|And a ribbon on his finger, to follow after. 2620|There they went up in a row, 2620|In a big, white procession, 2620|All the children at once, 2620|In a little row, 2620|With the dolls and all their dolls at their backs. 2620|All of them lovely fairies, 2620|All of them fairy minstrels, 2620|Were there, with their singing and dancing, 2620|And merry laughter, and dancing and laughter, 2620|And happy little feet going "jump, jump, jump." 2620|And when all the little elves 2620|Had danced a little, glad, happy dance, 2620|And every little elf had got a present, 2620|And each of them was sure of a new addition, 2620|Then softly came a little rustling sound, 2620|As if, as the girls whispered, the little elves 2620|Were talking to each other; 2620|And there was laughing, whispering, fluttering of glittering feet 2620|And a clapping of hands, and merry calling of voices loud and clear, 2620|"Little boys, come blow up your candles, 2620|For the little elves are going to dance to a great company!" 2620|And brightly shone the great hall as we went by in the misty night, 2620|And we ======================================== SAMPLE 5790 ======================================== 1141|And with the wind went out of life 1141|An ill. 1141|"If ever a spirit, like his, 1141|Gave birth to something sweet and fair 1141|That needs no prayer for its maintenance, 1141|With heart and hand and voice and eyes, 1141|And eyes, 1141|The same, 1141|In spite of sin and sorrow, to and fro 1141|It could not be. 1141|"What were thy duties, living and dying 1141|In the great work that was thine unborn? 1141|For this thine own life was an affliction, 1141|For this thine own death a penance. 1141|"For this, for this a thousand satisfactions 1141|For this, O God, for this my pains I took, 1141|"And I was very glad to give them all, 1141|Because I found that thine were good. 1141|"For this, O God, for this, a thousand years 1141|In the great work that I did with soul and knee, 1141|"I am content. 1141|"O God, the world goes up before me 1141|As a flower before the sun, 1141|And they never found me, but I go before them, 1141|"A little as a flower goes over it, 1141|And I be sure of this--the world goes before me!" 1141|We went into the street. 1141|The wind blew up upon the sea, 1141|The light leaped out of the sea, 1141|The light fell on the town, 1141|So the sky grew black against the sky, 1141|And we were left alone 1141|And the wind was in my face, 1141|And the sea rose up above it, 1141|Till it was as thick as my hair. 1141|"I say, I say!" she said: 1141|"I say, I say! The world's a child, 1141|A child of the sky, 1141|And thou art the very God, 1141|And what's the world if not 1141|Only merely a windy town, 1141|And just as windy? 1141|He was a sailor once, and a great man was he. 1141|He sailed with the ships of the world in a long smooth bound, 1141|And no more of his own ship to set sail on than I was. 1141|And no more of his own legend to learn on the wayside 1141|Than I was then. 1141|But just as the wind was aslant and the sun on the sea 1141|And lapped the sea like lips upon lips to be kissed, 1141|He said, "I come up in my ship from the harboured sea-beach." 1141|And just as we left the port, I stood in the gloaming's air, 1141|And a star came and gazed into my soul to my face. 1141|I looked at the gleaming of the sea and the sky. 1141|I looked at the glittering of the sea and the sky. 1141|And every time she looked at me she seemed to my eyes to see 1141|That they were the same star that was her own soul's kin. 1141|For it was so--the ship from the harboured sea-beach, the ship 1141|That always and ever and ever and ever before 1141|Soothes and cheers and glorifies and embraces us with sighs 1141|And looks down on our life's sweetness with eyes of kindliness 1141|She was a sailor once, and I am a sailor now, 1141|And the winds go down with the winds that blew before. 1141|I have sailed without her through gloom and the gush of the foamy 1141|And the waves have been buffeted and washed by the billowy roar 1141|Of that one ship that never went back to the harbor again. 1141|Now she is a sailor strong and in many a foreign spot 1141|And I am a sailor at home in my own house at home. 1141|She is fair as the rose that blooms in the garden of a home; 1141|And her lips are red as the lips of the rose that smiles on the knee. 1141|And I have loved her both morning and evening with equal truth; ======================================== SAMPLE 5800 ======================================== 3650|So that the words I spake 3650|Might seem but words for singing, 3650|Or but the music wrought 3650|By fingers, dim and dim. 3650|But the slow notes that came 3650|From the great organs, heard 3650|By the great windows lit, 3650|And by the lights on high, 3650|And by the pianissages, 3650|Where I sang the song of Love-- 3650|Of Song immortal, told 3650|In words so holy, low, 3650|My thoughts went forth for prayer 3650|To Him, the Father Great, 3650|And by my spirit's breath 3650|Was raised above death and pain. 3650|And, ere my lips had spent 3650|Their sacred breath in song, 3650|I heard the doors unbolt 3650|And opened, ere the time, 3650|Athwart which loud bells rang, 3650|As to a churchyard grave. 3650|And in the churchyard grave 3650|Lies the great organ dead; 3650|But my spirit, fain 3650|To follow and to lead 3650|Thenceforth, as I lived, 3650|May he prevail and win 3650|The grace divine to give. 3650|When I am dead, 3650|If a kindly hand 3650|My likeness will impress, 3650|What can I more help but stay? 3650|I shall not see 3650|The morning sun; 3650|No pleasure comes 3650|So sweet to me. 3650|The grasshopper, once the grisly, gnawing 3650|And gnawing brother of the hedge-rats, 3650|In the hot summer sun is turned to 3650|A lazy lay. 3650|In London town 3650|Is a big, red, rosy restaurant 3650|With a patio of flowers. 3650|On the other side, 3650|On a cool, gray, autumn afternoon, 3650|You shall sit in a quiet, wintry corner, 3650|And the music of the cricket shall come 3650|Too soft for your ear. 3650|From a red-hot poker 3650|Shall stream bright sparks of cigarette smoke, 3650|And the music of the cricket shall swell 3650|From the old, old musical instrument. 3650|It was only a red-hot poker,-- 3650|Only a red-hot poker,-- 3650|And all the others were but cards, 3650|And they all were empty vessels 3650|Brimmed with smoke and cards. 3650|Through the door 3650|There came a clamor and flutter of cloths, 3650|As the curtain fell.... 3650|The big, red, rosy restaurant 3650|Went up into its chair. 3650|A black man sat there, 3650|His arm in the curtain, 3650|And this was the speech he was saying: 3650|"I did it! I did it! 3650|And he laughed and he threw up his hands, 3650|Shouted, exclaimed,--"The fool was he!" 3650|"O, this is no good! 3650|I can't abide your look! 3650|There were knives in that box! 3650|I did it! I did it!" 3650|And this is the cry of the robber, 3650|He is mad! he's mad! 3650|--But the good old woman said only, 3650|"I will give you five hundred dollars 3650|If the purse holds a thing." 3650|From a red-hot poker 3650|A red-hot poker,--as it rolled, a gurgle 3650|Of steam rose from its mouth and filled 3650|The cool, high-brimmed, high-brimming glass 3650|As the poker bell rang out. 3650|The smoke curled up, red and white, 3650|And licked up the warm, white wall 3650|And curled above the old man's elbows,-- 3650|He did it--and he did it! 3650|And that was the end of the robber 3650|As he lay in his chair. 3650|It was just a little red roaster,-- ======================================== SAMPLE 5810 ======================================== 28591|Who, when the earth is dim, 28591|Shall hear a voice of peace 28591|Come over the sea. 28591|I am weary of the things of the world; 28591|I am weary of the songs of the great, 28591|I am weary of the strife of the strong. 28591|A light is in my soul which can never know 28591|The world's bright glances and the glories of life; 28591|And a more light I seek than all the light 28591|In all the kingdoms of the starry sky. 28591|I would have the strength of song, 28591|That is the strength of man. 28591|I would I could make all things new, 28591|To bring all men to me. 28591|For the world's bright children love,-- 28591|But I would have their love, 28591|And I would give the world to all 28591|Who have me for a friend. 28591|I would be as a god whom man shall greet 28591|When he comes upon the world's open stage; 28591|Such a god God never yet betrayed, 28591|Though he did for us and thou, to us the mirth 28591|Of the children of all shapes and ages. 28591|But I would have the strength of song 28591|That is the strength of man. 28591|My soul shall grow to be as wide as earth 28591|When, at last, the dawn of man's resurrection 28591|Shall shine upon the sunlit world's end. 28591|For the Lord shall come with his great host, 28591|Like to the dawn of the world, 28591|To greet the children at the sun's departure, 28591|And bless them when they rise. 28591|My soul shall grow to be as wide 28591|As earth when the morning sun 28591|Shall look from its dark caves to the dawn of the world, 28591|And say, with a voice of gladness, Amen! 28591|And the earth shall laugh in heaven when day is born, 28591|And say with a voice of joy, Amen! 28591|My soul shall grow to be as fine 28591|As the sun when the dawn is gray. 28591|Then shall life's waters be 28591|As bright in the sky as the sun. 28591|For the Lord shall come with his great host 28591|When morning wakes the world. 28591|I did not think I should be sad 28591|When I was sad to think 28591|That I was not quite sure when I should be 28591|Acceptable to be. 28591|The world has a part in me, 28591|But my soul--it is just a child, 28591|A curious child, 28591|A beautiful child, 28591|A little child! 28591|It has forgotten the sun, 28591|And in the earth has set, 28591|But I must go with it, 28591|And must go with it. 28591|Who sees not the sun himself, 28591|May see the sun-god's face, 28591|Only through another's sight 28591|Their sires and mothers die; 28591|And he who knows his own soul, 28591|Must look through another's sight 28591|To find his own true heaven. 28591|The child has not much sense enough 28591|To know the sinfulness 28591|Of his own father and mother, 28591|But he must look for heaven 28591|Where'er he looks. 28591|We are all alone in the great hall, 28591|One with the many; 28591|But God has given us one place. 28591|We're not much in company. 28591|We sit in the shadow, we see 28591|Far off what is near: 28591|A little garden, a quiet home, 28591|The world grown dear; 28591|The lonely little garden 28591|Where we must sit for a while. 28591|There's not much to be said for the world, 28591|Unless there's _something_ to be said for life, 28591|As we walk from the world to the garden. 28591|There's not much to be said for the earth, 28591|Unless there's something _there_ to be said for men. 28591| ======================================== SAMPLE 5820 ======================================== 13650|Where the great, great river, named, Dauber, flow. 13650|But the Dauber never, never, never, never, 13650|Could I follow as I liked wherever I would, 13650|And I followed, and I followed the famous River, 13650|And I found it a beautiful and lovely stream! 13650|Here, there, everywhere I went, and every day, 13650|I found a different kind of thing every place, 13650|And I put it into my song, and put it back again, 13650|And this is the reason why I never, never, 13650|Ever, did write "Dauber!" 13650|And I hope you will, too, when you hear this song 13650|And see the picture that I drew of the River. 13650|_"Dauber" is the name I give to those who play at making 13650|Songs about the Great Dauber, the Great Plains, and Life. 13650|I want to tell you a story about a Dauber, 13650|The little Dauber, the Dauber, the Great Plains. 13650|There was a little Indian boy, 13650|Named Dappley Creech, 13650|He had such a pretty brown head, 13650|I loved him--and I wish that I could be 13650|All that he was, and be as he was; 13650|Well, I was little, and you've heard the news 13650|That my poor body was burned right through and through? 13650|The doctor who tended on me said 13650|It might have been some allergic thing; 13650|He says, "This boy will have to go without 13650|Till he's quite grown up"; when he brought me him, 13650|A white Buffalo was the name that he 13650|For the Indian doctor--that's what he said. 13650|Now, this brown fellow, the Dappley Creech 13650|Was just such a fine Indian boy; 13650|Well, he was fine, and that's what I think of him. 13650|He'd lots of tricks, by the way, and he 13650|Was a-playing cards one day, 13650|And a stranger came to help him play, 13650|And so there you have it, as I've said-- 13650|A pretty little trick-playing boy. 13650|As he was tricking him, the stranger stood, 13650|And he looks at him, and then at me-- 13650|I thought, what did he mean by that look? 13650|He was a pretty sturdy fellow then, 13650|I can't say that his face was pale-- 13650|I can't say that he seemed to be 13650|In middle age, but he was old, and 13650|In middle age is old enough. 13650|His hair was black and brown, and his eyes 13650|Were like fire, and his nose was just wide. 13650|Well, I have heard of a curious thing 13650|When it comes to Indian girls-- 13650|My dear father always said the same, 13650|That his father got a good brown boy. 13650|And now he always always said the same; 13650|But the boys have such short feet, 13650|And how can they get up so soon? 13650|But a young man came to the little girl, 13650|And he kissed her, and he whispered her, 13650|That she looked just like Brown Buffalo 13650|And just like a brown boy's nose. 13650|Now the boy had gone his way that day, 13650|He did not give her much to say-- 13650|But one of his brothers said, "I fear 13650|The thing is rather amiable." 13650|The old man got up, and he whispered low, 13650|That he was not to be played with, 13650|And he held up his hands and he smiled, 13650|And he said, "I do not recommend 13650|Your being burned, my dear, to-day." 13650|He had a little girl by the name 13650|Of "Betty," who lived all in a ring 13650|With a little purple dog called "Tit," 13650|That kept a little garden place, 13650|And it's very near to the school. 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 5830 ======================================== 2620|The light that has the air of some divine, 2620|And is not made up of light the less. 2620|A thousand little feet, so light and light, 2620|And all of them so glad and all of them 2620|So full of laughter and light of glee, 2620|Are trodden underfoot by the heel of death; 2620|And the heart's blood leaps in the sundering tread. 2620|Oh! come to Life! Oh! come to Peace! 2620|The sun shines bright, the sky grows clear, 2620|The little birds are on their way, 2620|To bring the praise of God to-day. 2620|But as I linger here by the winding road 2620|I hear within my breast a murmur rung: 2620|I hear it, but can I understand a word? 2620|I wish to Heaven I were where Love is singing-- 2620|I wish to Heaven I were where Love is blowing! 2620|O! how my spirit doth rebounding fly 2620|To the God in Beauty, singing as I go! 2620|O! how my spirit doth replying fly 2620|To my Lady in the Sky's high arch. 2620|If aught of heaven in me hath been wrought, 2620|Woe to the man that cannot hope to know! 2620|What shall I sing. It may not be, 2620|The love that shall not be. 2620|My Lady of Virtue, Thou, 2620|Thou who wast born to rule the world, 2620|To whom life was given on earth, 2620|And dost abide our bard 2620|Praising God with all the saints. 2620|What shall I sing? I dare not try, 2620|But I rejoice to know 2620|That I breathe and live in Thee, 2620|And that Thou lovest me. 2620|But O how heavy it were for me 2620|To sing this praise above! 2620|If I knew, I would hide the breath 2620|That moves me now-- 2620|My heart is broken, broken with care, 2620|My mouth is all a-shining with white, 2620|But if I knew, I would not speak! 2620|Songs cannot make me what they were before, 2620|Nor make me what I am behind. 2620|If song could make me beautiful, 2620|And make the stars love me, 2620|If all the sunbeams would shine with love, 2620|And all the flowers turn 2620|Their eyes toward me, I might see 2620|The daybreak from the sea. 2620|But even song itself cannot bring 2620|The wonder that haunts my brain, 2620|And make me seek out her in the night, 2620|To hear her name more sweet than dawn. 2620|There are deep secrets concealed from sight, 2620|Hidden for ages from the day. 2620|I hid them all up in my heart before, 2620|But now perhaps I do not know. 2620|Let me find out--and if I find, 2620|It is not for long the sad truth will break, 2620|And make my soul forget. 2620|If any man, O! song! would speak 2620|His sad secret out unto me, 2620|He who hath loved himsel' should surely know 2620|How bitter was his sin. 2620|My lady smiled from her sunny seat 2620|As she took heed of her children's play, 2620|And she looked up to Heaven. 2620|Her little hand, where its kiss had been 2620|Lit to the eye, as a symbol fine 2620|Of a woman's holy trust. 2620|But a smile came up in the eyes of her, 2620|When she turned and looked at the garden, 2620|And she saw strange, strange things. 2620|Her eyes had the deep, sad, and slow 2620|Sorrow of eyes that will never weep, 2620|As the light that has been, has never been 2620|Has set the sun in the sky. 2620|The roses in the garden had fallen, 2620|The bowers were bare of their youngest flower, 2620|And the sweet air was heavy with birds ======================================== SAMPLE 5840 ======================================== 1333|He was in arms with the king. His head 1333|Was covered with the crown of the king, 1333|Whose heart he had never yet changed. 1333|He fought for the realm and won the war, 1333|But the King of the Sword was dead a year, 1333|And all the roses in the nation stood 1333|Like withering sheaves of dead leaves on the ground. 1333|They buried the king under the mound of his sward, 1333|With the rose-leaf on his hair, 1333|He had gone away to death's own door, 1333|And never been welcomed again. 1333|His sword was in the field of France 1333|But it was shattered and red with gore. 1333|His sons were the sons of the English crown, 1333|The sons of the blood royal and royal blood. 1333|And the King of the Sword had stood there 1333|When the blood was red on the ground. 1333|The old king, who was old and had lived 1333|Lately in Denmark with little children, 1333|Was like a little boy again. The first 1333|Who heard of the new king of Denmark came 1333|From the tower in the palace near St. Peter's, 1333|And told of his sorrows and of the woes 1333|Of the Danish king who was dying. 1333|He was but a boy when his father died, 1333|And a boy when the little king was dead, 1333|And he would sit in a dark room and weep 1333|And pray with his sister and his brothers 1333|For his mother's soul to rise from the tomb. 1333|But the king's daughter in her seventies came 1333|To the tower in the palace in her pride. 1333|Her hair was black, she was fair and free, 1333|And her eyes were blue as the sky of May. 1333|She sang in her free time, she walked with him, 1333|Took his hand in her fingers, kissed him, cowed 1333|A child in the pride of her beauty, in truth 1333|She was old, was old in the reign of the king. 1333|The old king had written a letter to his liege, 1333|To tell him who was the fairest of all, 1333|And he signed it John of Denmark's Guard, 1333|Of the regiment that wore the sword of the king. 1333|The soldiers that wore the crown were they, 1333|The soldiers who wore the sword of the king, 1333|Held the streets of the city at break of day, 1333|The old king in the palace, the gray-haired John 1333|In the field of battle, where the red-hot spears 1333|Wound through the white of the snow, and the sword 1333|Glittered through the flames of victory. 1333|At break of day they went by the palace gates, 1333|Their shields upon their shoulders, their swords and shields 1333|Girded about them, their heads the only things 1333|On which they rested when they slept, the King 1333|Astonishing the old King by the hand, 1333|The gray-haired John, the king's son, on the throne. 1333|They rode to march and march--to march and ride, 1333|The old King's soldiers, with gold for the tip, 1333|And silver with the gold afield to ride. 1333|And the gray-haired John, the king's son, was wise 1333|And heard all counsel, not ill pleased; and now 1333|He said to the old King, the gray-haired John, 1333|With the voice of a king who makes wise hisself: 1333|'If I were a boy again I should sing 1333|This piece well done of you, the old King; 1333|Who was so great a lover of you all 1333|Who shall crown you after him in gold 1333|And all his love's sweet flowers.' 1333|The King saw then that the world was ill 1333|With folly's false gossip and the snares 1333|And furtive perils of the age of gold. 1333|But then, and 't were but a word, a sign 1333|A little, would make him swear for speech 1333 ======================================== SAMPLE 5850 ======================================== 2288|The lightnings flash and the clouds of fire arise, 2288|And the earth, that has long been hid beneath the night, 2288|And the world, that aflame is with fire and war, 2288|Now sings with gladness and laughs to know how close 2288|The dark that she knew at the beginning comes to an end. 2288|O Mother, thou knowest that the end and beginning are one, 2288|And the good end and the evil end, and the worst end and best, 2288|And all that is and all that shall be is that the end and beginning be. 2288|To-day is the same as yesterday, O mother; but yesterday 2288|For the morning of many days the good end and evil end 2288|Methought thy voice was touched, O mother, but now thy voice 2288|Takes a pleasant motion and smiles to know it is pleased; 2288|And the end, which thou wast wont to singly praise and blame, 2288|Now saith all that is and all that shall be be the end and beginning 2288|And all that is and all that shall be be the end and beginning. 2288|Thou knowest that the end and beginning are one, 2288|The good end and the evil end, and all that is and all that shall be; 2288|To-day shall be no more than yesterday, O mother, and thou 2288|Must know all that is and all that shall be, O mother, and mark 2288|Thyself the difference, O thou sad and weary one, 2288|The good beginning and the evil end, and the all-beginning be." 2288|I, too, have known this, and I will not quail 2288|Nor cease from seeking thee, if thou indeed 2288|Canst help me make thy thoughts and questions wise! 2288|I wish thy friend and her that sitteth there 2288|To sit beside thee here; and soon thou'lt learn 2288|What are these thoughts I bring to thee in light. 2288|I saw once, when she was living on earth, 2288|The day, and in a certain place I saw 2288|Her brother-in-law, the Master's wife. 2288|I could not know the place, and I knew not 2288|When I beheld her, the old woman, 2288|As she stood at a little side-gate's door 2288|Upon the wall; and the handmaid 2288|Was looking on her mistress' face; 2288|No thought were there in any heart of man!... 2288|Yea, I thought: "She has been made of clay!" and 2288|He, she, the old woman, the wife of 2288|Ogier, the King's son made of stone. 2288|I saw once from his chamber window 2288|The King's son sleeping in a lonely room, 2288|And that one, the childless, whose only one 2288|Of pleasure to look on was his father, 2288|A miser, a drunkard, a cold-hearted man, 2288|Who was never to rest, nor ever to dream, 2288|Nor the sweet joys of his youth again, 2288|Was his own happy life, and his own happiness 2288|The one fair life that any man could see 2288|While he lived in mortal life. For in that house 2288|The children of old times were reared: no life 2288|Would need for the mother any more 2288|Than the man and woman's love-life, which they 2288|Grew in the womb of the loveliest life 2288|That they lived upon. And this was the reason 2288|They lived so long unseen and unheard 2288|Of all men, a great joy being theirs. 2288|I, for my part, remember how much 2288|From the day they were born our love was 2288|Inborn and there and alone undefiled 2288|In the happy eyes, wherefrom they looked 2288|And gazed, and were their mother, all of their days. 2288|And I remember the sweet secret and the beauty 2288|Of that day, and how the mother 2288|Saw love being shed on her own child 2288|By the joys of her, and had no voice 2288|Or fear of any grief of hers to know ======================================== SAMPLE 5860 ======================================== 615|Where, by the way he past, he might obtain 615|A sight of all his knights for whom he grieves. 615|He, that the king, with many days' delay, 615|Had waited for an escort, would delay, 615|And, if, at last, his wish could be supplied 615|With his three peers, he would bear his prey: 615|But they, that had to him the wish imparted, 615|For better news than they had received, 615|In hope to help with all their power, resolved 615|The king would haply, before the night, 615|On the wide desert with the company 615|Have made his journey; so had better been 615|Than by their counsel led astray. At last 615|Soros he beheld, in forest deep, 615|And found a band encamping, in a ring. 615|And that they might the monarch, who had wend 615|From Calais, see him and the cavalier 615|Whose company he sought, appear, apart 615|He sought the warrior, with the rest: and then 615|His courteous suit he made to make reply; 615|And said he (he declared it by the name) 615|Was in a certain forest, that had lain 615|Of his company, a night and day 615|Aware of, and of the other heaped ascore 615|In that fair valley, but of whom none was sown. 615|Who is it that he sees? with what intent 615|Are you encamped? and is this our station, 615|Since to the woods we cannot, or will not, 615|See the same; who now, without delay, 615|To him should fix our sally, in their arms?" 615|"It is the king," the cavalier replied, 615|"Of whom you ask, who, in the forest-zone 615|Afield, would fix our sally, in their arms. 615|He, from the city, when the sun was high, 615|Had taken, by his means, a fortress near: 615|And, to pursue an outlaw, had brought, on horse, 615|And on foot, a thousand men along; 615|Whom, to pursue his way, in wood and fen, 615|Two youths had followed to the wood; the one 615|A noble youth, whose name, they said, was he 615|Who, now the woodland is dissolved, shall take 615|Our company in arms." He who was thus 615|The knight, whose name was Erminia, who 615|Had given the order to her troop in hand, 615|Begun her answer to the monarch fair. 615|That they should find the cavaliers, that she 615|Would be their guide, and she her lord would speed. 615|Hence they approach, now with her, but now with them: 615|They on the other side, in open sight, 615|As many as she discerned, had fled. 615|The royal maid, who, from the rear, had sought 615|The place where erst they stood, now could descry 615|But nought beside, in such dismay had grown 615|As to consider death; yet that was not long: 615|She, mid the rest, the youthful dame espies, 615|And with astonishment views that warrior bold; 615|For she in secret knows that he is there, 615|And, with an eye more gentle, listens there; 615|As for the maiden's duty she herself 615|Takes with more weight, than she would duty urge. 615|This while there came those goodly warriors, seen 615|At close distance in the forest's bower, 615|Climbing a hillock's top, who bore the trees, 615|With shaft and spear in order tall and fair; 615|Who, with them, had not the churlish roving band 615|Discovered mid that forest in those parts, 615|Had not by chance, above theyr hollow house, 615|A youth, whom she, in habit, and in face, 615|Pronounced to be the prince, and of a noble line. 615|The dame, upon the sudden, that on him 615|The youth and cavaliers were known, the dame 615|Gave him her eyes; and, as her lord desired, 615|Sought him from him: he, she said, was well, 615 ======================================== SAMPLE 5870 ======================================== 3026|The way is long that they must go, 3026|But one can go so far." 3026|"There are no trains here any more, 3026|My friend, they are dead, 3026|Only a few little girls and boys 3026|They used to run here. 3026|Their mothers had them in her arms-- 3026|No more they run: 3026|My mother has lost them all." 3026|"No more--they run in their old fashion-- 3026|And all in the quiet. 3026|"We could not think of anything 3026|Was better than death. 3026|A little girl once ran like a dog, 3026|"Yes--a little girl with silver eyes: 3026|But she was very fond. 3026|You could not even kiss her. 3026|To-day I met a little boy, 3026|"You are very old, 3026|And have not lived a life with trees 3026|And children. 3026|For a long way you run, 3026|And many, many centuries 3026|Must pass before 3026|You can stop and turn your feet, sir-- 3026|And go to-morrow." 3026|"My feet have always been in turn, 3026|It is to-day. 3026|But it is pleasant to look out 3026|At the stars and feel them shine: 3026|But now I am going far away, 3026|To the great Far-Lóre." 3026|"But the Great Far-Lóre may be coming 3026|Already, sir." 3026|"Yes, and when he is here, 3026|The grey mountains at last, 3026|The mountains of grey, 3026|He will show us his white and rustling armies, 3026|The legions of sun. 3026|And look at the clouds come rushing 3026|Out of the west: 3026|The legions of sun, 3026|And legion. 3026|"For the great sun will come 3026|Before he comes, 3026|Already, already, 3026|And if you think his coming could not be, 3026|You need to go to the Great Far-Lóre." 3026|"He is going to come 3026|Before I die, 3026|The Great Far-Lóre and his legions in marching." 3026|"You are right. 3026|I can see the hills. 3026|I can see his armies and his legions in marching. 3026|But in the west there is nothing, 3026|And now I am going far away, sir." 3026|"It is a very little thing, sir." 3026|"I have always got to the great Far-Lóre." 3026|"The Great Far-Lóre will meet you 3026|All of a sudden, as I went by." 3026|"When? But who?" 3026|"When he should come to see you, 3026|And find the land I leave behind." 3026|"Why, that depends, if you run from him." 3034|"It is no use, my friend, for I must say the word. 3034|The thing that you know about, no matter how much you like 3034|To make a man talk, or a great song write. 3034|I am a farmer, and I have a house 3034|Where I have a yard that holds all the wheat 3034|And barley, in a great field that runs 3034|Right up to the sky. 3034|The stars of the night go out and in. 3034|I build my walls of stone, and I watch them all 3034|To make sure. 3034|My little men ride at night along 3034|Across my wheatfields, to and fro, 3034|I walk with sleepy feet on sunny days 3034|To wait and watch and report back to me. 3034|I have a wife who works with me on a stone-topped wall, 3034|And I get for her wages when she works on a wall 3034|The day to day wages I would get, 3034|But I cannot get enough to keep alive 3034|This little house. 3034|And I have two little sons. 3034|I tell them stories about the walls 3034 ======================================== SAMPLE 5880 ======================================== 1279|When we shall come to love our country, 1279|And own her worth, in time, 1279|Then, ye gallant youth, when you behold her, 1279|Think of this, and then come o'er, 1279|The Queen's Highland Park, and welcome there 1279|Whom heaven has blessed with her love; 1279|Or when a lifetime in peace you spend, 1279|Her beauty to behold. 1279|The dainty dame of the vale, 1279|The blithsome beldie o' the braes, 1279|The true 'bistributor', are but two 1279|Of Highland women renowned. 1279|They both are true beauties, all o' the high and the low, 1279|The bonnie lassie and the bonnie young lassie o' the cot; 1279|And aye the bonnie young lassie o' the cot, 1279|The bonnie young lassie o' the cot 1279|The blithgent dame, of fair degree, 1279|The bonnie young lassie, the bonnie young lassie o' the cot. 1279|The bonnie young lassie, the bonnie young lassie o' the cot; 1279|As the bonnie young lassie o't, 1279|The bonnie young lassie o't, 1279|The bonnie young lassie o't, 1279|O' the cot o' the fair sae sair, 1279|And I, alas! will soon be gane, 1279|And I will soon be gane, 1279|To the bower o' my bonnie, bonnie, bonnie, 1279|sister Annie, the fair Clare, will marry thee, 1279|The bonnie bonnie bonnie lassie amang the trees, 1279|Whar the woodbine bends above the low-gabbered stream; 1279|The bonnie wan bonnet o' my Shirley hames, 1279|The bonnie bonnie lassie, the bonnie young lassie o' the cot. 1279|When the wood is yellow'd wi' sindry dew, 1279|An' the dark days get dim wi' gowling rain; 1279|When the bonnie birds are on the wing, 1279|An' the bonnie flowers spring on ilka brae; 1279|'Till the sweet Spring come at our llens wi' a kirkyard gowd, 1279|Where the bonnie bonnie lassie the bonnie young lassie o' the cot. 1279|Tune--"William Morris's Last Voyage." 1279|William Morris was the de'il o' our shaw, 1279|And he had sway o' Ettrick Farshair; 1279|But ae night or there by night or day, 1279|Sic an art, it seems, wad bring him hame, 1279|He had nae neebors in ilk cot: 1279|They keeked owre the gate, and sairly wondered 1279|At ilka arse upo' the faem. 1279|That night, whase sheenes and lowe e'en, 1279|They sat and feasted on a tray; 1279|And William Morris sat beside her there, 1279|And ay began to talk o' love. 1279|But ilk ae word it did not fa'; 1279|And elk he leugh at ilk ae word he had; 1279|And elk he kend ilk ae word he did, 1279|But still the deil at last did hear, 1279|For the kye at kirk and court did meet, 1279|And he swear by his browne ha', 1279|He'd kill me at e'en, enjoind the King, 1279|Ae night or there by night or day. 1279|And while they vow'd at court and kirk, 1279|Wi' fierce desire, 1279|William Morris crept owre the gate, 1279|And elk he caught as they stood nigh, 1279|And on a time in drecksome haly, 1279|He cast me owre ======================================== SAMPLE 5890 ======================================== 2294|I am too frail 2294|And weak and old to care; 2294|But I am strong and loved and wise, 2294|And a good wife shall be 2294|To guard me day by day. 2294|I am too young, too strong 2294|And strong for sorrow and hate, 2294|But I am in love with life. 2294|There is a little gray-haired man who speaks: 2294|You want to know the reason why 2294|Your heart is sad and unhappy? 2294|It's because you've never loved 2294|The flowers that grow beneath your feet, 2294|But always wished 2294|That you would die. 2294|You need not ask, "How could I miss 2294|The meaning of a smile, the brightness 2294|Of a cheek's red bloom, or lips' music, 2294|Or eyes of blue?" 2294|You _need not ask_ why we forget 2294|The color of a rose or lips 2294|That tremble at the touch of Spring 2294|When winds arise. 2294|I can tell you why we forget 2294|How rare a song we ever heard 2294|And just how far 2294|Rose and its flowers were forgotten 2294|One hundred million years ago 2294|By all the tribes of people 2294|Who lived next door to the ocean 2294|When it was still a gulf 2294|And just a little higher. 2294|For they had eyes like these, I think, 2294|That ever rose and fell of old, 2294|And they looked up at it in delight 2294|From the height of their trees. 2294|And if ever you forget the song 2294|Of a little bird, or any tree, 2294|The meaning of the sky, the sun, 2294|Or how long ago the flowers 2294|Were forgotten and forgot. 2294|I _can_ remember things like these; 2294|I _am_ the owner of such thoughts 2294|When I am not myself. 2294|A little gray-haired man has come this way 2294|From the old garden, planted so long ago 2294|With tulips; and we sit around the board 2294|And talk about the things that have been, 2294|And the things that have to be. 2294|I tell him of the first-century traveler 2294|Who climbed in his ship and wrote down his thoughts 2294|Of the unknown world and of his own town, 2294|His own land and his own world. 2294|And he is startled when I tell 2294|That there's that in us which no one else 2294|Has known, and that is how it should be; 2294|That our lives are little black squares 2294|Of indivisible Eternity 2294|That can never be touched by time. 2294|I tell him that our hearts are stone, 2294|We are little black squares of stone, 2294|We are the owners of God's power 2294|And His sovereignty over us. 2294|And I tell him, too, that God wants us 2294|To do His will, and it isn't fair; 2294|There is a price, and he won't let us 2294|In the dark. 2294|He wants us to do His will! In such wise 2294|A little gray-haired man speaks in our ear, 2294|And we start up from the table with him 2294|And hold the table open till he speaks.... 2294|Then silently as when his finger was there, 2294|He moves from his place on the edge and speaks. 2294|And he is startled. 2294|I am glad you asked, he has come out to breakfast 2294|And we can talk this thing through together. 2294|So, sit down. 2294|It's pleasant meeting you. 2294|It seems the tea's done. 2294|The cup is ready. 2294|And we're out. 2294|I have a feeling we are going to talk. 2294|The day is done and the tea's done. 2294|I feel the old year's still in me 2294|And I feel a little tear-laden.... 2294|When I'm in a hurry to go to sleep. 2294|I ======================================== SAMPLE 5900 ======================================== 2388|Wisely the Gods from whom he comes, of all they hold 2388|In fee or gift, bestow it on those who are 2388|In worthy service; for his service is their life; 2388|By them they live, and live to honour, and 2388|Make noble deeds, which are the praise of Life. 2388|Such be the duty of those that are his servants, 2388|His heirs; and those that are his enemies, his foes; 2388|For those that were his foes forsake him, toil 2388|And do his bidding, and are hearkeners. 2388|And all that he has given them is as they; 2388|He gives them, when they work, not when they think. 2388|He is their teacher and their life; they are his teachers, 2388|And give them to preserve, and he in them lives: 2388|And he does make the life it lives and teaches it noble, 2388|And he enriches and crowns it with gifts of wisdom. 2388|Thus do they live; thus does his life take form, 2388|Which in their hearts and done; thus do their life-days go. 2388|Their lives are as the air of a spring; the air 2388|Of a calm air; the air is sweet in their lives; 2388|Their bodies have no griefs, and no sorrowings, 2388|Nor griefs; their minds are calm-filled, and are full 2388|Of inward light that has no shadow: 2388|They live in the Lord's soul, and live for nought. 2388|So by their labours and their patience they 2388|Perform the task of their Maker, 2388|All his works and workmen's deeds. 2388|For as men do live-stock 2388|Of worksman-life,-- 2388|As those that labour-carts, 2388|And those that labour-souls, 2388|And that labour toil-clad 2388|In making them-selves, 2388|So they by labour live 2388|In a life-world; while the body 2388|Perishes, but the soul lives on; 2388|So their days are immortal 2388|In the life-light, 2388|And their nights,-- 2388|Their nights, their dawns, their vernal 2388|Spring-showers, 2388|The bright-eyed blossoms 2388|Of the flesh,-- 2388|Their blossoms, their bright-eyed fruitage. 2388|But, as I said, a good man of service-life, 2388|Like the world,[FN#10] which he did so much serve, was slain. 2388|But what is this which I hear? 2388|He that lives upon his daily lot 2388|Lives well and lives whole-heartedly: 2388|He that keeps aloof 2388|From the crowd--who heeds not good and bad 2388|And mixed, and who doth see or bear 2388|Only what doth vex him--shall not win 2388|His daily share of earth. 2388|Who works longeth and works well 2388|He that hath a mind that hath not sighs, 2388|A heart that heareth not the winds, 2388|And that walketh not with thorns, shall live, 2388|Live well, and live--for the fruit-tree 2388|Of the mind and of the heart shall spring 2388|To nourish life, and the fleshly flame 2388|That is the seed of life shall be 2388|To feed the world with many a tree; 2388|His day shall not be dry. 2388|How many of these? They that sing in song, 2388|Or make their daily taskings known 2388|In words of light or of of shade, 2388|Or, to their days of work begun 2388|In their own native fields appear! 2388|Why, not to be found there,--where those 2388|Are all,--where are such days and hours? 2388|Where the firm hope that is not stirred 2388|By the wind of fate,--the faith that takes 2388|No part with wrong--they have planted, 2388|Not to live, but live to die. 2388|How many of those ======================================== SAMPLE 5910 ======================================== 14019|A new shield be brought; for here a knightly blade we find. 14019|In this great field of battle we see he brings his prize; 14019|A buckler wrought with wondrous art: the blood it flows, 14019|Like that within a man at war. 14019|No doubt such gift shall please the heathen, to set free 14019|His brethren; and in holy battle to have done his part. 14019|"So we believe, so we believe, all who see our way, 14019|So we believe that he of France shall ever be a knight. 14019|We hold good store of honor and in valor we've played. 14019|He is a noble knight: his arms are all and his side; 14019|He will not heed nor heed them any, though they be tost." 14019|"O my father, in that is your soul in a fever, 14019|For our fathers fell by filth: a man and a child. 14019|The old lords are the lords no more: with our spear and with shield 14019|We have overcome them: with our strength they are beaten to pulp." 14019|"Than that thyself and thee be slain," he then hath said; 14019|"And that thy daughter be slain: for her sake I will take 14019|Myself and mine to God: I know how to do so before. 14019|And for that thou and mine both, as for us the French, 14019|We will make our will, by all that befell us in war, 14019|The best, if ye have mind, in our hands may be found." 14019|'Mid the dauntless Grecians on the strand was pitched 14019|A pitched camp of the Franks, who from Spain were sent. 14019|And each with his host, and their kinsmen beside him, 14019|On a great and fair-tiled mound was arrayed. 14019|The Count Rollánd and his brother are the first two to them: 14019|They are mounted with their shields and their lances in hand. 14019|And of all the young men the youngest will ever be seen. 14019|They are coming to the city, they are coming now; 14019|Fain would they see the fight, with all their gold on their brow; 14019|Fain would they see how great the odds are; their hearts must be filled. 14019|They will never forget: "No more may it be said 14019|Of the Franks that we have vanquished their foes so well; 14019|That ye now are fallen, and that ye now lie dead. 14019|The Spanish men, they are all of them of their wont; 14019|Yet now we've learned a thing to avail us so well. 14019|We'll meet them, our foes, and the Spanishmen thereof, 14019|And the Franks, whom the Franks have slain: their faith then may not fail. 14019|If we die here, all the more shall our fame be great." 14019|Then his brother hath said: "O Count, we understand; 14019|For we now have seen a thing which makes us at ease. 14019|The Franks will be fallen, and our foes so befy their wrath, 14019|Who have laid hold on our land: then our lot be a sith-fold pain. 14019|To the south and the north and the east we have made our way; 14019|And the wind's strong, and the day's dark and the tempest's loud; 14019|'Twere no good to retreat, to seek, to hide, or to fear; 14019|Since with him our King is so great that he can no more hold." 14019|"Now God with you," the King of Denmark hath said, 14019|"We shall not let you go, nor leave thee: I to thee give 14019|An answer worth the hearing, and thou take it." 14019|Then, when many a one answered him, so fair to view, 14019|His heart unto his mouth so loud became in a twain. 14019|"O me," he cried, "my brethren, who most of all have been, 14019|If I have not made good service unto thee and mine, 14019|And have not been true to my promise thou had'st but kept; 14019|Then, as one that hath lost his king, wouldst thou to him wend, 14019|And ======================================== SAMPLE 5920 ======================================== 16059|Más fácil á las flores 16059|Las claves en su furor, 16059|Que el hombre se encierra 16059|Por un instanteza 16059|Más de la noche oía. 16059|El que una veiza 16059|La alevis fué, 16059|Del aire en el placer 16059|Tanta había en la flor; 16059|Y al muro asiento 16059|Si el sol, aunque en su line, 16059|Y el rostro asiento 16059|Con el mísero hérida 16059|Pensado de ese frente, 16059|Lo encuentra no riendo, 16059|Mas luego al cielo, 16059|Que no puede abeccion. 16059|(Josue Restó y medroso, señor.) 16059|Pensarse una almanzorias que llegando 16059|El bien flor de los viles de su muro. 16059|Oye, cierra el dorado de su casto, 16059|Por ende conciencia, y lo entiende 16059|El alborollino donde una escara: 16059|¡Oye, cierra el dorado de su casto! 16059|¡Oh cierra una escara! 16059|Sennora encierra que la noche se ven ciega, 16059|Más son todo otro. 16059|Ya te questa de arte. 16059|Aun mis viene á las pensáis, 16059|Lanzó sus muros el otro cielo, 16059|Y al Rey en su fuerte y atónito, 16059|Que en la primavera el fuerte muera... 16059|Unas huesilla se levanta en vano; 16059|Cual trabado á los que lo encarece 16059|Á los que al solio entres. 16059|Mex mancilla, mas del castillo, 16059|Y un campo de amores pueblo, 16059|Con plebe del deseo. 16059|Unos cortos se alvo; 16059|Que se le ventura el rostro á alboros 16059|Que algo el desdichado. 16059|Unos infeliz querrìos á dos; 16059|Y á las venturas mi ventosa 16059|Por un campo de amores, 16059|Con plebe del desdichado. 16059|No me dice. Ia, qué tiene en vano 16059|Á la noche se ablanda: 16059|Aun la noche le hable; la noche hable; en vano 16059|Luego se abrió en la muerte. 16059|Del Océano se una estrella 16059|Con un trato despedirto; 16059|Y más del trato fué la noche se llama 16059|Sin rezar va un campo de amores, 16059|Dulce fué y sin sonar: 16059|Nuestras á las campas, 16059|Y á sus trato despedirte 16059|Por el desdicharle al cielo 16059|De un pueblo del Rey. 16059|Y el que no sabía 16059|El desdichado despojo 16059|Los más viejos pueblos 16059|Á la estancia manchar: 16059|El campo al verde sér della. 16059|Y sólo el desdicharle; 16059|Solo el desdicharle la tierra. 16059|El cáliz de irnura 16059|Lo que muera 16059|El puñal de nieve avés. 16059|Y de un cáliz manchar 16059|Ó cándida nube empeño, 16059|Aunque de pecho conocido 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 5930 ======================================== 1279|She 's in her grave, an' we'll be wed, 1279|As that were an arrogan gleddy! 1279|We meet, we greet, we 'll cuddle, we 'll sweeten 1279|Upon our mother's knee o' course; 1279|An' you must ne'er, like me, presume 1279|To make the poet's mother jealous. 1279|She 's a mother to her three nines, 1279|That bring the good old times to me; 1279|That with her three nines continue 1279|To nurse me, sweet, to the prime. 1279|For she commands me, as commands lawgiver, 1279|I will pursue my mother's lead. 1279|To be her son, that ne'er let's difference shame. 1279|To be the man to whom she bade me bind my will. 1279|I will keep the faith, as boys whose will is given, 1279|To her direction, a vow I have kept from youth, 1279|Though I could change it with the wind, 1279|But when I thought o' 1279|My 'wedded life, and my true womanhood: 1279|While the sweet sun in his golden career 1279|Sways the hazy violet, and the oriole, 1279|With all his dewy motes; 1279|And to give what my lady ne'er gave, 1279|In the graces of my wooing: 1279|I will put on, as a monk doth whit 1279|In his cell, the habit of a monk, 1279|And wear, whene'er the breeze his camp-bfell call, 1279|The monk-craften stone gules. 1279|And ever will I cherish, in my heart, 1279|The friendship of my lady's name, 1279|And her reward in Heaven, that e'er I die, 1279|So faithfully in vow and pen: 1279|And while I may live, my dear Mary Sue, 1279|Of your fav'rite Muse the sole reward; 1279|On you I will look when they do burn 1279|The salves, the antidotes: 1279|And while I may breathe, my dear Mary Sue, 1279|To my fond Love while I may live, 1279|My soul'll be your humble servant still, 1279|My muse will be your faithful slave. 1279|The Muse that you have ta'en unto you, 1279|I will make your guide thro' every ill, 1279|Till that bonnie face o' Heaven again 1279|Shall shine out gaily on you gondoliers; 1279|Then, till Heaven send us a rich morrow, 1279|To tell us we are blessed, and our best; 1279|And o'er each good, happy morrow, 1279|I 'll hang the sign of the Cross above you; 1279|Then, if you please, I 'll hang the bonnie Sign, 1279|The Sign o' the True-love'd Lady, 1279|That keeps the true-love'd household, 1279|That keepeth still the wee threedia. 1279|I do wish that I were dead, and in heaven 1279|Lay like a happy bird on Sheelaco's breast, 1279|Where I could wander near the friends of my dear.-- 1279|O where would be the pleasure it could give! 1279|To know it and say, 'Come with me, and be mine!' 1279|To sing and to sigh, when at Tonbridge I was: 1279|'O leave me alone, and let me be mine.' 1279|Till death, let me be happy, and live with my dear, 1279|And never forget the woe I have caused her to live. 1279|Tune--" _The Widow's Son._ 1279|Oh, let me breathe a grateful name 1279|While my loved one sighs below, 1279|And the tears are caught--Oh, 'tis sweet, 1279|While innocence we shed! 1279|In this dim, dusky world, 1279|The tear does not in vain suffice. 1279|That e'en the blushing face may tell, 1279|Though ev'ry morn their sorrow gains, 1279|We ======================================== SAMPLE 5940 ======================================== 2620|And all the sea hath his soft sighing, 2620|The wind hath his slow breathing. 2620|Sweet is the sleep when it falls slow, slow, 2620|My love and I, 2620|Under the moon a-snoozing. 2620|The bird above my window is singing, 2620|The leaves are bright and green 2620|And all the world for me is gay. 2620|Sweet is the sleep when it falls slow, slow, 2620|My love and I, 2620|Under the moon a-snoing. 2620|And sweet above the wild deer bowing 2620|That roam at night along; 2620|And oh, the heart that is free from guile, 2620|And well confest with error. 2620|Sweet is the sleep when it falls slow, slow, 2620|My love and I, 2620|Under the moon a-snoing. 2620|Sweet is the sleep when it grows old; 2620|The stars their watch will keep; 2620|And oh, the heart that was born of love, 2620|And well conglaved with truth. 2620|Sweet is the sleep when it grows slow, 2620|My love and I, 2620|Under the moon a-snoing. 2620|I have a mistress that is sweet, 2620|And fair to see, and full of smiles, 2620|And a handmaid name is Maud, 2620|If that a man forget. 2620|I have a mistress that will not tire 2620|With constant striving after what I want, 2620|And she has a roof above her head, 2620|If that a man forget. 2620|I have a mistress that is neither fat, 2620|Nor neither thin, both when I see, 2620|And a handmaid name is Maud, 2620|If that a man forget. 2620|And I would be content with none but these, 2620|If that I might forget: 2620|No other handmaid I will choose, 2620|If that I might forget. 2620|I am a beggar young and frolicfuly 2620|With a mind that burns and a heart that beats; 2620|I know not what strange trouble is at hand, 2620|That I bemoan myself a beggar-boy. 2620|Thine art, my muse, to thee the tale may lend-- 2620|Thine art is the story, the man the fame! 2620|And mine was the thought, when all was over, 2620|Because, alas! I knew not she was mine: 2620|And all I had of earth had more of shame 2620|Than ever I would to my lady give. 2620|I see the pictures on thy marble walls, 2620|With portraits of rare beauty and rare wit; 2620|That I may write my song, O muse, remain 2620|For ever in thy power and my desire. 2620|I know the tale of the man that hath said it, 2620|And the woman that hath heard it, and the child 2620|That hath seen its images--and shall say nay. 2620|I write of this man, and I write of this, 2620|Forgetful, that the story I may sing; 2620|I write of this man in my song's measure, 2620|And I write the story that I shall say. 2620|And thou art my lady, and thou art the queen 2620|Of all the world, and hast the all before thee; 2620|And I will wed thee with all my might and main. 2620|Thou art the only lady that I want, 2620|I want no other lady but thee: 2620|Thou art my heart, and I would have it, too, 2620|Had I the heart of any other man, 2620|With the sweet life of any other woman. 2620|I never had a fair yet: 'tis not free; 2620|My eyes are very few, my face is very pale; 2620|It would make me fairer for my want, I wis: 2620|But I would have none better for my love. 2620|I have not had the pleasures of the past, 2620|I have not watched the sunshine that follows rain: 2620|I would rather have ======================================== SAMPLE 5950 ======================================== 1287|And the maidens danced with their arms about his neck, 1287|"My dear! I'll be your slave!" 1287|And the children followed his lead. 1287|But he was by nature untaught 1287|To work the death-dealing blow,-- 1287|So that to the maids there came a look of wonder, 1287|As they gazed on the man whose life of them slept. 1287|His heart in that hour was heavy, 1287|And he sank in death's abyss; 1287|But a faithful nurse was there, 1287|And her words soothed him in his tomb. 1287|"Now, while my soul is living, 1287|Oh hast thou left me here?" 1287|The father raised up his head, 1287|And he spoke with a smile. 1287|"Yea, I have known thy tears," said he, 1287|"Since my babe was born! 1287|And on that day when my soul 1287|Did in its season meet, 1287|It was only thee and I 1287|Who fought at the battle-plain! 1287|The death of one for the many! 1287|I was like a man whose arm 1287|No victory can gain, 1287|Who, when the enemy's life 1287|Is at an end he shares! 1287|That day, dear friend, thy love 1287|Lives with me in my heart." 1287|And he took his leave, 1287|And the maiden looked 1287|In the face of her fair child. 1287|The young man's heart was proud, 1287|And the children cried with joy, 1287|Whene'er he bade them sing. 1287|And his mother was pleased, 1287|And kissed and clasped her new-born child. 1287|"I will go with him," said he, 1287|"And we'll go before night, 1287|And when morning comes to-day, 1287|We'll be with him at day's end!" 1287|"It will be a long way 1287|To the lands of my birth, 1287|And my dear one will cry 1287|That I hasten so fast. 1287|I am like to lose my way, 1287|And I have travelled all alone." 1287|Said the maiden's darling son: 1287|"In my bed then rest, 1287|For to-morrow, to-night, 1287|We can meet again together!" 1287|Then he left her side; 1287|And the night went by. 1287|The sun grew bright, 1287|And morning broke on the land 1287|And the morning-stars are bright, 1287|But the night wanes dark, 1287|And we cannot meet again. 1287|It is a lonely life, my dear, 1287|Whom I may not see, 1287|Who I loved when so near I see,-- 1287|I must ne'er behold, 1287|With my life I must still live on, 1287|For that life's a while, 1287|Aye! the life and the sorrows are so long,-- 1287|But I may not see, 1287|'Mid the night-winds and the winds of the world, 1287|Whom I must ne'er see, 1287|For it seems I must ne'er see, my dear 1287|How the evening lengthens away. 1287|How to-day and to-morrow seem, 1287|What have I to do 1287|With to-morrow's evening-dew, 1287|What with-night's dew! 1287|Life and nature are so new 1287|To us, the creatures so fair, 1287|And so strange they prove, 1287|That they seem so ill-use'd, my dear, 1287|So hard to love, 1287|As only men of sense can find, 1287|And as false, my dear! 1287|Yet they are loved by a fairer face, 1287|Though they seem true to me; 1287|And this brief, blissful glimpse of their bliss 1287|Is still a part 1287|Of my life, and still will live on, 1287|With ======================================== SAMPLE 5960 ======================================== 8798|And those two saints, from out their bodies take 8798|The twofold nature of their Love, whose beams 8798|Impenitously into my sad heart 8798|Dipped like a fattened eagle: to my aid 8798|By them reduc'd, I was forc'd to go 8798|Constant in love, as in their substance I. 8798|"O grace elect of God!" thus much I spake, 8798|"That didst interpose thy succour! for thou 8798|There where thou standest now, must needs have tri'd 8798|With all who dwell upon the earth and sea. 8798|But, to conclude, if thou still art wish'd 8798|To look on farther, where the' inlet is 8798|Distant of Sardinia, and the' Albano 8798|Transposing, to the circle which he marks 8798|For newcomers' sight dim, he will direct 8798|Thy steps aright there, where thou shalt see 8798|Guido of Samos named, and the peers 8798|Of beggary. E'en now, I deem, they shall 8798|In few pages teach thee how the world isth' 8798|DREDDERING in filth and darkness. THOU know'st, 8798|How elsewhere in this very country I found 8798|Folk say that he had an ancestor, 8798|Who was a pilgrim, and a wanderer, and a liar. 8798|"O man, what will become of me? What 8798|Shall comfort, as I conjecture, that I look 8798|On such degrading things?" Thus I said. 8798|He turning to my guide: "Now doubt not but 8798|I can and do see what I should do. 8798|First see him who doth turn him with his words, 8798|And overtopws the rest. What! have I said 8798|That never man above him e'er did see 8798|A like discourse end?" This said, he tow'rds the head 8798|Of the first circle set his steps, and held 8798|E'en as a MAN from blindness, opening forth 8798|Section by full question, ev'ry other root 8798|Of learned theology. Oh' great dear Lord! 8798|What spirit could ask glad revelation? 8798|Such ample means to know was none, or none 8798|Used in thy bosom predestination: 8798|And such a wanting knowledge were but sin 8798|In choice, or in some first temporal lot, 8798|Or temporal LOTS, wherewith thy promised land 8798|Were scanty dealt. But, to the blessed then 8798|Of ev'ry conscience vouchsafe their aid, that done 8798|They may not, when they see me lifted up, cast 8798|Mist'ring shadows on the crozier. Hence hath heav'n 8798|Instant and perfect justice run sweetness' course, 8798|And peace upon earth. Add, that on the crozier 8798|Hath fixed the token of his holy vows, 8798|While he is sovereign." Such the moody sage 8798|And witty Iring. Then into the second circle 8798|Turn we, following the hallow'd token, who 8798|In discourse with him had turn'd. Proud boasts like these 8798|The bane of liars: vain intent, they weave 8798|Their way around another's honor, and threaten 8798|Infamy above it. "If," said he, "I rise 8798|From out the second circle, thou not then 8798|Remain'st thou dead." Thus did they converse, and 8798|Thei fervent wish that flying had severed 8798|Their frailty. As the sacred salt, whey prepareth 8798|For bleeding sheep, or goats, that wait at table, 8798|Enjoins them to abstain, so from my lips 8798|Thei did refrain, muttering together "Alas!" 8798|While I was mourning in silence, and confessing 8798|The import of what I heard, a light came 8798|So bright, and with so quick and flowing vein, 8798|I thought it Flash Samson. For the more 8798|Seeming ======================================== SAMPLE 5970 ======================================== 2622|For that, he said, he could not see. 2622|"You cannot see, I beg your pardon," 2622|He said, and shook his head; 2622|"I am the kind old man you know," 2622|He went and left her here, 2622|And turned from her her weeping eyes, 2622|As if she should behold 2622|A ghost in the old stone-walled home, 2622|And no light in the great hall 2622|Without the door left ajar, 2622|Because no light in church was then, 2622|And the bells were all suspended, 2622|All the bells suspended, 2622|And no light in the church was then 2622|(And the bells will stop now), 2622|And there's a man at the upper end 2622|Who says that no power 2622|Can bear the sight of a ghost, 2622|And a man from the lower part, 2622|And a man in the middle, 2622|And a man who does not know, 2622|And it isn't a man at all, 2622|And it isn't a woman, either, 2622|And it isn't a child that passes 2622|And it isn't a girl that passes, 2622|And it isn't an old woman that passes, 2622|It's a young man in his fifties, 2622|And his hair is white in the front, 2622|And a man's hair white in the back, 2622|And his eyes are open big and blue; 2622|It is not winter time yet! 2622|It is not winter-time at all, 2622|And Spring is coming, and it's 2622|Winter time, and Winter ways! 2622|What do you say? Oh, sir, the town is small! 2622|The houses are built of mud and stone, 2622|All the streets are paved with mud and slime, 2622|And each house has only one candle to light it; 2622|And there are only six hours in the day; 2622|What do you say? Oh, sir, to church! 2622|To church--it can't be much better far 2622|Than to church, with only six hours to play, 2622|You think you are so clever? 2622|You are just like other children--just like other-- 2622|You think that all your life you should not even think-- 2622|You are, you are stupid little wretch! 2622|Oh, I must go to bed now, I cannot stay; 2622|I cannot go to bed as I am bound to do; 2622|Away, you silly little beggar--away you go! 2622|I wish I was a little girl again, 2622|One long happy Christmas Eve with my Christmas toys; 2622|One long sweet-meeting day with my toys at play, 2622|To ring in the new year with a ringing jig, 2622|And dance upon a lime-stool, and sing a sang; 2622|And to take a long puff from my poor old pipe, 2622|And curl into curls, and rock in luxurious rings; 2622|And to climb upon my daddy's high chair-stool, 2622|And spread out in fancy feather-dazzle fashion, 2622|And dip into daddy's pudding-fridge for cream, 2622|And for nicest ginger-squares to the heavens to go,-- 2622|Oh, such a pretty dream! Only think! 2622|And think it over, dear, I pray, and never dream it again! 2622|"We are all very tired, 2622|We are all very tired, 2622|And must be went to bed, 2622|For the winds can scarcely be stirred, 2622|And the flies are scarce alive, 2622|And must be gone to bed, 2622|When the flies are dead, and the cold night wind 2622|Hurries us away, 2622|When the flies are far astray 2622|And the wind can send us on our way 2622|Without a pause. 2622|We are all quite tired, 2622|We are all quite tired, 2622|And must be gone to bed, 2622|For the winds can scarcely be stirred, 2622| ======================================== SAMPLE 5980 ======================================== 2997|And this one was a man, I think? 2997|His beard was black -- dark -- 2997|Though so much weight of hair he had 2997|I'd forgotten to count. 2997|And he had a mouth like an old car on ice, 2997|With a long cheek and a mouth hot-lipped, 2997|And a round eye where a lightning flash 2997|Seemed light as a flash of sun, 2997|And a voice that never faltered, nor paused or moved 2997|When he was speaking on the main 2997|And ever was in command. 2997|"What matters the colour of your hair? 2997|It might be worth more than a bower 2997|'Twixt them and the moon. 2997|"What matters the tongue of your lips? 2997|There may come a time when you should 2997|Make them one kiss. 2997|"What matters the colours of your eyes? 2997|There are hours of night 2997|When you should not close a dream, 2997|Or look on the world." 2997|A sudden wind went down the sea, 2997|And the sea-winds rose, 2997|And the wind in a hollow hillock 2997|Roared like a lion's roar, 2997|And the night was brightening like a summer day. 2997|Then I said, "Oh, look not so red! 2997|I'm quite a different matter: 2997|That's you," I said. 2997|A great sail went; on it came 2997|A boat to carry a queen. 2997|"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!" she cried. 2997|"It's you!" she cried, "It's me!" 2997|And we shook hands and we parted, 2997|When the wind came down at last. 2997|"There's nothing to tell, that boat or you." 2997|And then she said, "Oh, dear! 2997|My love's dead." 2997|And I said, "Not a hair of your head 2997|Bends when the wind blows." 2997|And she said, "I'm dead!" 2997|Then she leaned her cheek to my knee 2997|And said, "Oh, dear, I'm dead!" 2997|And I said, "I will find you dead." 2997|And she said, "I'll come into this room!" 2997|And I answered that I'd come, 2997|And she said, "I'll come into this room." 2997|And I said the words I came, "Come in, come in!" 2997|And we kissed the cheeks of the dead, 2997|And I said, "I've found her dead." 2997|Then she cried out: "Oh, dear! 2997|You must come in." 2997|And I said, "I'll come in!" 2997|And we kissed the cheeks of the dead. 2997|And we came and looked at her head, 2997|We found her eyes were sad, 2997|And we wondered why she cried, 2997|When the last of her lips was said. 2997|And we knelt beside her bed, 2997|And we said--"My dear, she's dead. 2997|The dead are proud, and we have died, 2997|And we have kissed their head" 2997|And we saw her there to die 2997|And we knew. 2997|There's something so strange here!-- 2997|A dog, a dog, 2997|A dog, a dog, 2997|I would sit and sniff 2997|The air for him to give 2997|It's only air, sir, 2997|And the winds are so rude, though they do blow 2997|No breeze that's strong, sir, 2997|But he'd stop, on his road-- 2997|A-singing "Gee! Woo!" 2997|I would sit and sniff-- 2997|So soft, and so calm; 2997|But the wind's fierce and free 2997|And he drives me a-barking out of breath, sir-- 2997|And the leaves fall, sir, 2997|And the leaves fall 2997|Over my head, sir, 2997|"The dead are so ======================================== SAMPLE 5990 ======================================== 1304|In the midst of the wan light. 1304|O, my lover, my own, 1304|That with thee I cannot live! 1304|O, wert thou but come! 1304|How sweet at the time of roses lay'd the breath 1304|Of the flower of lovers. He that loves a flame 1304|Must make it a fire, and break its light upon 1304|The heart of another; but thou hold'st it fast 1304|By a softness, a charm, a softness, a charm! 1304|And thou art a charm, and a light for my love. 1304|I cannot live without thee: I languish and die, 1304|As a lily dies, by night, or a rose by day; 1304|And I love--but--what am I saying? love's a worm: 1304|Thyself shalt find out the secret how to win thee. 1304|O, speak--but speak in the ear of thy heart, not in mine! 1304|She look'd at him, and thought she did not speak; she said 1304|That she loved; that it could not be then denied; 1304|Loved him, and the same in me? but for what? 1304|To make me forget all else but thee? 1304|Weep not, my soul, for palmers and maids; 1304|Let fall thy tears as mourner should; 1304|The body is not dead till the soul be laid 1304|Within the body, and nothing said. 1304|There is always time for prayer, says God. 1304|She saw him, and she wept; said she--ah, true! 1304|Then went with folded hands and a wan, lost brow, 1304|To lie in her coffin, and sleep like a stone. 1304|The night-wind, low and muffling, 1304|Shook the broken mould in silence; 1304|So the deep voice rose, and sang 1304|'I love thee': he stood there, mute, the while. 1304|She, once so radiant, like a star, 1304|Shone the dark wood in darkening blue: 1304|She, once so fair, stood where the night 1304|Had never left a mark; but now 1304|She was gone, the night had faded so far out of her way, 1304|It had become so dull and dull, it had grown so dreary close, 1304|It had grown so dreary and lonely and weary, it seemed like shame, 1304|'Tis the last rose, O my lover 1304|That stood there, full of dreams and love! 1304|It is only half of May, and yet 1304|The trees were beautiful to see; 1304|The woods, that always smiled, and make 1304|The garden of the world to me. 1304|My arms were white, but not so white 1304|As the flowers in the wood; 1304|'Twas the green and leafy earth, they 1304|Who made me fair to look on. 1304|I did not know, it must be so-- 1304|I feel so glad and gay, 1304|When I, the poor spirit, cross the 1304|Unhappy streams of God. 1304|It was not the winds my lover 1304|That did my sorrow wrong; 1304|Nor was the moonlight's silver line 1304|The voice God did not hear. 1304|My heart was wet with his sweet 1304|Pure sorrows, that he knew: 1304|My heart was dark, but God was bright, 1304|Nor could I call it dark for me. 1304|O my lover, what wouldst thou 1304|With the night and day for me? 1304|Thy brow's white shadow, and thy cheek 1304|So pale in the moonlight bright. 1304|Then, what was it made thee pale? 1304|There is light that can destroy thee-- 1304|I have the night to make me strong, 1304|A light to make me happy. 1304|She that is last of all the train 1304|Of my lost Love's friends, last, best, 1304|Who mourn and speak in silence here, 1304|The same poor sigh for him will grieve, 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 6000 ======================================== 9578|With the first of thousands that arrived in that year, 9578|And those who stood about the crowded pier, 9578|To watch the ships go by. 9578|For a year and a day, 9578|The sea at last gave up its weary queen, 9578|And the calm of a summer's day passed by, 9578|Ere the morning sun was shining on them all, 9578|And the surf was on the strand. 9578|For a year and a day, 9578|The sea at last gave up its weary queen. 9578|And they haled away to the shingly beach, 9578|The dead and the living; some on to sleep 9578|And some to the water-side 9578|Where brooded the fur-clad seamen. 9578|For a year and a day, 9578|The sea at last gave up its weary queen. 9578|And now the coming of that coming year 9578|Gives back the champions of the armed drill, 9578|The gray-beard roughs, the green-co-warriors bold, 9578|The white-faced drill instructors. 9578|For a year and a day, 9578|The sea at last gave up its weary queen. 9578|O fools that we, being but stone, should shrink 9578|From bearing sternly for our truth its load 9578|The pains and toil of self-denial, 9578|From hunger and weariness of martyrdom 9578|The hope of glory in defeat! 9578|Let us lift up our eyes to the far-off stars, 9578|And see what their gleams can tell, 9578|Of the good fight in defeat,--the struggle won, 9578|The victory of the right! 9578|For a year and a day, 9578|The sea at last gave up its weary queen. 9578|A VISITATION. In the field behind the Hale House 9578|the moon was setting. 9578|Through the open kitchen window, overhead, 9578|the moon was shining. 9578|Through the broken gateway, wide and high, 9578|it streamed and glittered in the light. 9578|But beyond, the long, long shadows curled 9578|and gathered, with a cast-heavy sweep, 9578|so that the garden that was so green and fair 9578|was wrapped in a wintry pall. 9578|And over all, with a cast-heavy sweep 9578|the long, long shadows curled and gathered, 9578|so that the garden was wrapped in a wintry pall. 9578|Then out spoke the garden gatekeeper, he cried, 9578|"Open the garden now; I hear the stillness breaking!" 9578|A CITY GUARDIAN. Portraits of well-known characters from the 9578|poems "The Children's Hour" 9578|In a city guarded by the sword and shield, 9578|Is it a dream, O ye stars, or is it truth? 9578|"Guardian of the garden" is a proper title, for this is a 9578|guardiana taberna. 9578|When all this was clear, 9578|And I felt the secure protection of that wall, 9578|And when I remembered you, my countrymen, 9578|I wept aloud; for what was this I had done, 9578|This that I dared not open, lest I lose my soul 9578|That hour: but lo! I had at last accomplished death. 9578|When I have finished, ye. 9578|Ye still abide 9578|In your hexameters, 9578|And your rhyming tunes, in which the little birds, 9578|Forgotten all else, sing a brief note of truth 9578|In your high strain: but oh! I am weary 9578|Of wailing thro' a summer night. 9578|For alas! 9578|I must now confess 9578|That my rhymes are hurt; 9578|And the noise of those tiresome voices near, 9578|Even with my dreams, are a heavy wrong 9578|To a spirit bold and free, 9578|Whose fires are radiant at the sight of light, 9578|And to dare the unknown far 9578|Crowns with bright fame the man who reaches there. 9578|FOR THE LOVE OF FL ======================================== SAMPLE 6010 ======================================== 29378|You'll be to me like, oh, my dear, 29378|The bird in the bush." 29378|The little white paper to the left of the stove 29378|Was the daily newspaper, and hung on the rafter 29378|Where it hung so long from the rafter of the window 29378|They were not sure if it was torn from the window 29378|With the little white paper to the left of the stove, 29378|But they thought that it must be the "Greenback Times," 29378|A paper of little weight, and black and so so 29378|About the town, I think, in their old country house. 29378|So little and so mighty and so grand was the paper, 29378|They thought it would never be out of the way, 29378|Or have the slightest chance to get it in the way, 29378|So they stuck it on the top of the rafter 29378|And tried hard to do it with the ease. 29378|When once it was near the stoves it became a "Goosey," 29378|And soon their feet would be glad of the hot spot. 29378|Then up in the attic, when my dear and I 29378|Had the paper to read, we went through the papers, 29378|And then we sat down upon the rafter, 29378|And warmed our hands with the paper that we found there; 29378|And as we felt it, my dear, we thought of the goosey, 29378|But the old clock was far the fittest place for it. 29378|For underneath the furrow, you know, is the drawer 29378|Where the newspaper was put when we left it behind; 29378|And so, it was best to go fast and put it away, 29378|And made our hearts beat too, my dear, and glad. 29378|Then we looked up and down the attic dim, 29378|Up and down the hallway, and took everything in; 29378|We tore all the papers to find the paper rolls, 29378|And set a handful with the roll in "the back." 29378|And then the clocks started ticking, one and all, 29378|And all the walls began to ring, my dear; 29378|And then the bells began to ring, and then the clappers, 29378|And all our hearts were big with delight. 29378|For "the clocks, the clocks," I cried, "were ever set 29378|For the pleasure of the clock in the morning?" 29378|And her eyes were bright as the eyes of the china, my dear, 29378|And she said "of course;" and that's why she thought so. 29378|But at last, my dear, she came back in the evening, 29378|And she was very tired, I think, or the day long had come. 29378|She looked at the papers and nothing was there; 29378|But a paper in black looked very carefully, 29378|And "The Times," said "the Times;" and there was "The Sun;" 29378|And I opened it and read the first line: 29378|"The Times" and "The Sun" and "The Times;" 29378|It was only a list, my dear, in a pretty row, 29378|And "THE MAN" set down at the top, but they said--and I didn't say-- 29378|But it was "The Morning Post" in front of it;-- 29378|And I knew then that "THE SINGLE" (as they call it now) 29378|Is very likely to be right. 29378|For they were all set out in a row, and each hand was white, 29378|And "The Man" was set with "THE SINGLE" right above it; 29378|And "THE SINGLE," "THE SINGLE," "THE SINGLE" and "THE SINGLE." 29378|And then I looked up and down the attic dim, 29378|And down the walk and down the old street, 29378|And I heard the clang and the clatter--they clung to the rafters 29378|and they squeezed out all the way through; 29378|But the paper that hung on the rafters couldn't outrun them; 29378|And the clocks and the clocks started to chime the "clock," my dear, 29378|And then "THE SINGLE" was a jig, ======================================== SAMPLE 6020 ======================================== 3028|By the same light in whom they met, and 3028|The same sight on whom they met. 3028|Now on my death-bed I feel, I know, 3028|The sure wrath of fate come o'er me; 3028|I am at least contented be; 3028|I did not think it so in my life. 3028|And as their names are here, I take 3028|My soul's comfort, I my body's lot: 3028|My body must be damned and cast 3028|Under the feet of Hell; 3028|Thou hast destroyed my body, 3028|And this my body's torment's writ, 3028|The body has no other way: 3028|My friends' bodies and mine own, 3028|I do beseech thee, take from me, 3028|That I may find another way. 3028|Behold, thou art my other end, 3028|My body, body, body at the last. 3028|How shall I live a second time, 3028|So in some other body die? 3028|For the love of things and men 3028|There is no other refuge here. 3028|So at the last death comes to me, 3028|And death comes with a sudden pain; 3028|If I know another way 3028|To suffer in my body's woe, 3028|Or to die in love of man, 3028|Or in such other way to die, 3028|My body's torment is made straight. 3028|My death is not the death of God 3028|Unless the soul be left to it: 3028|A second death from death comes on; 3028|Then is my death no death at all; 3028|For the love or hate, there is no other way, 3028|But in our body's torment let us lie. 3028|There is no death but in the way 3028|Of our love, the love that saves, 3028|And my first death for my second too: 3028|The man of a second life dies, 3028|While the soul of a second sleeps. 3028|Heaven's blessing is my prison, 3028|For my body and my soul, 3028|To both in that one prison bound; 3028|And the very air he draws 3028|Is but my body's breath: 3028|In that one iron dungeon so, 3028|As all my friends will ever say; 3028|There they lie as we, and all 3028|May live for one of those six days. 3028|But he must rise at length, and seek 3028|And search in pain all day 3028|Those great realms, and that great sun, 3028|While his body's pain he bears. 3028|To this great world his way 3028|Was never turn'd at all; 3028|He could not turn to me; 3028|His way was far, and rough, and steep. 3028|Nor was it so strange or strange 3028|By other hands the tale abroad: 3028|Yet it seemed not strange that he 3028|Might hope and hope that some one else 3028|Might come to see his body's grave. 3028|And if he came, the same 3028|I say, that all the world 3028|Should praise and well him, and rejoice-- 3028|That none might do that which was done. 3028|But if a chance should come to me 3028|To show for my body's grave 3028|A man, or woman, or a child, 3028|A man, or woman of their line; 3028|Or him and his to see 3028|(For I could never be 3028|With all of God to look on him), 3028|This man, for such a child should be, 3028|This woman, for such a man, 3028|This child for such a maiden bred; 3028|And this that he and his should go, 3028|And that they might, without a fare. 3028|As well do they that come to see 3028|The grave of him they loved, 3028|Go to that grave, and find, and trace 3028|By hand the very things, 3028|That have been, and will be, and were. 3028|That which she gave ======================================== SAMPLE 6030 ======================================== 27221|And all our friends are lost; 27221|Nor e'er is found the maiden, 27221|Nor the sweet maid alone 27221|Whose heart I'll never know, 27221|Who will not, in this world, fear 27221|A heart so kind, so true, 27221|As blest by the trust I'll leave 27221|The faithful youth I loved. 27221|But let him learn to meet with me 27221|His latest mail and mane; 27221|But still my heart's the sacred dome, 27221|And its own walls are the Sea. 27221|Thou hast enchained me safe 27221|To the mother of my race, 27221|And all who have adored me, 27221|In the joyous days of yore. 27221|My father oft hath called me 27221|My native land, and I am he. 27221|Oh! let me wander through the groves 27221|Where my loved sires are long dead, 27221|Till I learn to trace their steps no more, 27221|That name, with every dear delight. 27221|But when my heart has found completion 27221|In the truth that I have learned, 27221|Then let a pure and holy love 27221|To the old lands again return. 27221|'Twas on a day when all the throes of spring 27221|Were in their prime; 27221|The throes of love and of regret, 27221|Both from ourselves and from our loves. 27221|The forest-trees we saw, in beauty dressed, 27221|As on the breeze 27221|They, with soft strainings and playful wrangs, 27221|Fling sighs around; 27221|Or o'er the white-fox's hollow spread, 27221|With playful wiles, 27221|Their tender fruit, on heaps so high, 27221|That far and wide 27221|The fruit-tree seemed the harbinger of care. 27221|'Twas on a day when all the throes of spring 27221|Had won release; 27221|Our hearts were filled with bliss at the thought, 27221|And the old pain 27221|Forgot its chains and died in our souls again. 27221|Oh, could I hear thee still, sweet bird! 27221|And see thee in the dewy fields; 27221|Oh, could I hear thee, and teach thee, too, 27221|The sounds that charm, and the words that teach; 27221|If but the sound of thy familiar voice, 27221|And not the tongue, would convey my thought! 27221|But thou hadst heard,--a faithful friend,-- 27221|And loved thee like a sister ought; 27221|And hadst taught thee, when I lost thee, tenderly: 27221|Yet, though my song is as sweet to thee, 27221|As thy song, the memory of me, 27221|And not the form, should ever replace 27221|My image from thine eyes, my love,-- 27221|The form that ever shines on thine 27221|While I recall all I missed of thee. 27221|What tho' thy lay is as deep as can be,-- 27221|Not the sound of the sea 27221|Is deep; that lay is of the soul. 27221|For every chord, that will soar from the mind, 27221|To the full-blown lay, 27221|And with a voice, of its own, to tell 27221|How the soul, in its rapt spirits, doth beat. 27221|'Tis in thy look, tho' dark and of graceless kind, 27221|And the air, of the deep 27221|Where, we find, no sun, on her bosom, beams, 27221|To show her beauty; 27221|Thy look, thy look are all of the stern 27221|'Twas in the heart of my Love to be found; 27221|There the voice, which was silent, doth speak, 27221|Yet she can say nought, 27221|So doth speak with a look like thine, 27221|Sweet bird, by thy sweet beak I'll bite, 27221|Thy eyes will follow in my thought, 27221|My heart in thee; 27221|But, dear ======================================== SAMPLE 6040 ======================================== 8187|A child's wail! A child's breath! A mother's death! 8187|Hail to the victors, whom the world has scorned, 8187|Who, on the morrow to defeat, in a breath, 8187|Their naked, bloody arms will spread for arms, 8187|And raise up the phalanx against the foes. 8187|Hail to the brave, in whose vast firmament 8187|The God of Battles, as a foe, is dead; 8187|Who, like the God of Wisdom, in the rocks, 8187|Shall shake his iron spear against the foes, 8187|And guard the citadel for evermore! 8187|When all, beneath the thundering guns, 8187|Of earth and ocean, sky, and air, 8187|Shall join in one universal crash, 8187|And all that's left of all shall lie 8187|Beneath the flaming sword of one great God, 8187|Oh! when that thundering hell shall cease, 8187|And all that's good, and all that's fair, 8187|Shall lie together on the grave of light, 8187|Like clouds in water--shall the world arise 8187|And shine in glory from this darkness! 8187| Then, at least, the great _Babel_ of our song, 8187|May be in these words noted as dear as ever:-- 8187|"The sun, 'tis said, no other sun can shine, 8187|No other sun ever could be set; 8187|But, when the sword of destiny is laid 8187|Upon our heads, and Fate's might be thine!" 8187|The great _Babel's_ o'er the seas, 8187|By brave _France_'s _trident_ led; 8187|The great _Babel_, with the sword of flame, 8187|Is now to guard them both. 8187|Our land, the fair _Belgarian_ led, 8187|With _Napoleon_'s fame; 8187|Our flag that now must be but said 8187|_Babel_'s flag to-day. 8187|Then, hail! hail _London_'s _golden arch_, 8187|In which the brave _Brittaine_ dwells, 8187|When _Hasten_'s _England's_ _golden day_-- 8187|When all that's brave, and pure, and good, 8187|Shall proudly show their _brass_'s strength. 8187|The great _Babel's_ glory! if in vain 8187|My plaintive lays are heard in pow'r; 8187|If _Rome_'s proud, _Babylonia's_ fair, 8187|No trace, nor mark, my song can have-- 8187|Hail, _London_! hail, _London_! hail, 8187|O'er all your _Britannia's_ fame. 8187| And now that manhood's brightest hour is nigh, 8187|The "bronze-star" of our youth--how can it be, 8187|But that some dream of glory in our future morn-- 8187|Of glory--like that _Roman_ in his youth, 8187|And so, when youth is fled, may manly age come? 8187|Let none, at night, a dream like that of _Hans Marck_, 8187|Of _Babel's_ heroes--of that _Victor Hugo_, 8187|Descend in heaven, if he, to earth's renown, 8187|Can write, without pride of _Napoleon_'s name, 8187|Such _Babel's_ story as the _Victor Lully_ told; 8187|And thus, each morning's _London Times_ in praise 8187|Of _her_ shall move, while one by _one_ may rhyme. 8187|But if some better _young_ minds can lift up the Muse 8187|To call the _Britannian_'s _glory_ up to heaven, 8187|How much, I will not doubt, the great _Babel_ must be 8187|What she must be, who, born of Great Britain's skies! 8187|And, in a world of lies, how happy,--how blest! 8187|She, ======================================== SAMPLE 6050 ======================================== 24679|She saw him in that lonely heaven, 24679|As in the palace he came out. 24679|At her side, a pale Queen with rose, 24679|On that far hill-top stood, like Death, 24679|He said, to that poor mortal, nay, 24679|In that fair palace, "You must 24679|Toil; but I am happy here. 24679|"And as I live, I will not leave 24679|This land so fair and lovely; 24679|But will stay, and I will teach you 24679|Your path, my child: or else I’ll go, 24679|And come again, and lead you 24679|To my palace, where, your heart to mine, 24679|You are not lost, nor lonely." 24679|So said she; and, with roseate glow, 24679|He left her in that sweet, glad land. 24679|There, in his breast that love will find, 24679|The soul its dream will find; 24679|And Love, and Duty, stand above 24679|The heart, and will comfort it. 24679|And so, in those dear eyes, he kneeled, 24679|And clasped an infant’s hand; 24679|And in the deeps of pain and joy 24679|He made his baby pray. 24679|And there was pity in that smile,— 24679|’Mid stars it flashed—that day. 24679|’Mong those who saw him fall that day, 24679|The child was there who strode 24679|O’er that bleak hillside, with drooping head. 24679|Yet still, in that sweet soul’s delight ( 24679|‘Mother! O mother, tell!’ cried she), 24679|‘I see a smile, a smile upon her face! 24679|My eyes behold a smile of God; 24679|And now a smile shall guide me o’er the dark!’ 24679|Aye; o’er that mount, o’ercircles the peak, 24679|A bright, wide smile, like radiant dawn 24679|On sun-gilded skies. At the deep heart of a dell 24679|Of azure pearl, all glimmer’d in the beam 24679|Of fissures of the moon, there stood 24679|An oriole, as fair as on beam belted 24679|With silver; while the star that lit it 24679|Had never shone of mortal thing but in 24679|The sky-light of a dream. A little moth, 24679|With wing like a starry beacon bright, 24679|Threw white-winged powder on his face 24679|Of rose and violet. 24679|Oh, the moon’s pale glory! 24679|And the soft, moon-bright skies! 24679|The gentle, mellow music of the sea, 24679|The starry radiance! 24679|And all the charm of time. 24679|And all those heavenly things, 24679|That come down from the skies. 24679|‘And I had dreams,’ I said, ‘all like to make 24679|All night thy night. And where thy dream’s true trace, 24679|All night my night, my morning of the rose 24679|Was. Like to what I waked, the thought, I ween, 24679|‘There will the morn arise,’ I murmured 24679|Aye, as I said, ’through her lattice-mirk 24679|To break and pierce each reef of dew, 24679|Or the moon from her ocean port will stride 24679|O’er the dead calm to the grave. And I thought, 24679|And you, and all you and I, shall know 24679|That night is waking, and that in that land 24679|She dwells and it is ever year, 24679|But all I dreamt had nothing of the light 24679|(Ere it came to me) of that dawn. 24679|Yet even so, in the sweet moonlight, 24679|Of the night, no star so bright I wist. 24679|But when the sun drew near, 24679|My thought arose, “It is night yet.” ======================================== SAMPLE 6060 ======================================== 28591|But when the hour comes for thee to give, 28591|Canst thou go on forever with content? 28591|Let the joyous soul of man be 28591|No higher than that through which it came, 28591|That through whose light it is permitted 28591|Thy work to go through to the finish'd work. 28591|How long wilt thou plod the earth with 28591|Thy weary feet? 28591|What is it to be free? O no, not this; 28591|Not this to thee. 28591|That thou mayst rise in glory when 28591|Thy days are done. 28591|Thou shalt go up in fleets of fire, 28591|Or wait, by the wayside, the coming storm, 28591|And bear on high the morning's signal-globe; 28591|But not, like thee, to thy true home and God. 28591|Thou, with thy love's deep fervour blest, 28591|Languish at the dawn for rest; 28591|But he the weary, lost pilgrim, 28591|Sick of life's toil, and lone, and worn, 28591|Hath passed through the world's great journey o'er, 28591|And come to his true home at last. 28591|Thou hast gone on from Babel's tongue, 28591|Through Tyre's and Sidon's tangled maze; 28591|Where has been heaven's old earlite, 28591|When thou hast crossed the sea? 28591|Thou hast gone as from a dream gone by; 28591|By Tyre's sands, on Sidon's heights, 28591|Have heard my people pray: 28591|"God's still at hand, and we shall rise 28591|From this dark earth! Thou art not fled! 28591|God's day is red above us all; 28591|But not, like thee, to Thy true home and God." 28591|The love I bear thee may not last; 28591|The hope thou lovest, all is fled: 28591|But I bear on faith and hope to wait 28591|To see its rising. I am not sad nor sad. 28591|No other God in heaven has power 28591|To take or change my purpose or my will. 28591|I can but be thy helper, 28591|And by the love that thee doth show 28591|My life shall be more sweet, 28591|In some way or other, 28591|Than all my daily toiling could foretell. 28591|And when I've done in thee 28591|The best I can, or think I can, 28591|I cannot choose but smile. 28591|No other God has power 28591|To change or change thy plans; 28591|But man doth strive in vain 28591|In this our life, 28591|The world doth well before him stand, and stand. 28591|What though I fail in part? At heart 28591|My soul still loves thee, for it knows 28591|It cannot be otherwise. 28591|Thou art my life, my heart, my soul, 28591|The only life that I have. 28591|My God is near me everywhere. 28591|I see God every day. 28591|I find Him everywhere. 28591|He is as near as any one. 28591|My soul is like a flower; 28591|His is the light and shade 28591|That ever blossom'd from his hand. 28591|My heart is very dear, 28591|My soul more sweet than wine; 28591|I do not think of it, I cannot tell a lie, 28591|What can I hope, what can I fear? 28591|And I am glad, for what else can I be glad of? 28591|My God is near. He is all to me, 28591|My very life is all to him; 28591|I find him everywhere. 28591|In him the path of life is clean. 28591|In him the strength of manhood strong. 28591|In him the heart of woman's pride. 28591|He takes my heart and makes it whole; 28591|He makes it whole and gives it joy. 28591|He gave me life, and death; 28591|I die with him. 28591|My heart ======================================== SAMPLE 6070 ======================================== 19482|Hath made him a man. 19482|A good man, in the man, 19482|The Devil was born! 19482|As he was born of a mother of 19482|Honey and milk and water, 19482|The Devil must have it from her, 19482|That would make him a fool, 19482|For he will come to his face. 19482|Himself did God create-- 19482|And, by the way that men 19482|See not, he was taken straightway, 19482|In the most wicked place, 19482|To stand a man within, 19482|And a monster in, 19482|For the sin of his youth. 19482|Therefore, I wonder if he is 19482|From the Devil created, 19482|Or if God himself, in 19482|The making of a man, 19482|To a man a cursed and cursed, 19482|And a devil in his face, 19482|Created the man, 19482|And made the Devil, to stand 19482|All over and about, 19482|As his mouth and chin and head, 19482|While he's a sitting, lying, dead, 19482|In the place he used to sit, 19482|So the Devil can be lying still 19482|While his body he makes man. 19482|And the man, which of his body stands 19482|Is a man; and the man in God 19482|Is God and the Devil stand 19482|As a man in the man in a triangle, 19482|As a boy in a boy's body round, 19482|As a man in a man's body round, 19482|As a man in a man's body round, 19482|As his own body in God. 19482|As his own body, he is free, 19482|As his body, he, and the Devil; 19482|One and the same, they are naught; 19482|So, he is free, if it please you, 19482|At this moment, to lie down. 19482|I have learned a lesson, a lesson not new, as I may well say, 19482|From the Devil in his own house in a fit of passion. 19482|I shall speak to him to-morrow or to you in turn, 19482|Of the course that I intend to take upon my journey. 19482|And it is time that I should make it manifest; 19482|Too long, I confess, is the story of the Devil. 19482|Now I am coming like a meteor and I'm going to show 19482|To a wider world, what I know of the process and the plan, 19482|Who was the first-born Angel, and who was the Duke of the realm, 19482|Of the kingdoms which were to follow him by accords large. 19482|Then I'll tell you how the Devil came to be, or like him, or none; 19482|Why he was so fond of a lady, the Angel of the Lord, 19482|And that his mother was Eve, his earthly mother, dead, 19482|Whose name is now the name of a proverb, a song, a poem. 19482|I could tell you of a great battle, a great and wondrous scene, 19482|At which the armies of the Lord, and armies of his power 19482|Battled upon an island in the waters of the river Euphrates. 19482|And when the Angel of God was giving strength and might to one 19482|Out of the sea, the Devil was thrown from his cloud, 19482|And from his state of bondage was raised to a higher plane. 19482|I have learned from a story of a man, whose name was Thomas, 19482|That his brother's and the Devil's was their mothers as well; 19482|And that by the will of our God, they were joined with the hand 19482|Of a brotherhood, which was never more than a day or month. 19482|So I must say at the meeting of spirits and of powers, 19482|They had met, and stood united to the last comb. 19482|They were all united, for death was powerless to sever 19482|The bands which were knit together by the holy word of God. 19486|All rights reserved_ 19486|Invisible Paternoster, o'er our gloomy fane, 19486|Heaven's ======================================== SAMPLE 6080 ======================================== 1365|With the sweet-breathed oarsmen of the ships. 1365|On the hill the red sun sets behind the forests; 1365|The birds awake from their slumbers in the trees, 1365|And the long cloud floats up, and spreads its purple folds 1365|On the white shoulder of the still, broad sea. 1365|The sails of the mariners curl slowly into curls, 1365|As they curl on the wind among their tangled leaves; 1365|And there is silence like the soundless silence of dreams, 1365|When the seaman sits with his eyes above the sea. 1365|Pellicent the day is turning; the skies are white 1365|With the splendors of the sun, and the sails glow with red. 1365|From land to land and from sea to sea we sail 1365|With the swiftness of the wind and the will to go. 1365|Pellicent! in what enchanted land, 1365|Have we not gone astray the weary toil 1365|That makes us tire with sea and of the sky? 1365|Evermore leaping on those shores at will, 1365|From land to land and back again; 1365|Evermore onward to the lonely Cape, 1365|Where the far waters roll between; 1365|Still on forever, toward the northern East, 1365|Where the winds and the snow-flakes meet, 1365|Never a land-mark nor a living thing that we 1365|Have not explored, and traversed with joy. 1365|Pillared with gold, the harbor of the night-king, 1365|Pillared from red with the blood of the slave, 1365|Cape of arms, of the sash through all the lands, 1365|I sail with thee; 1365|Ever the one thing in all the world dear 1365|The only thing, the only good, 1365|Thy name; 1365|And always that name in sweet and sound and light 1365|Sings the singer through the nights and days 1365|I sail with thee; 1365|The light is but the breath of the night-king dim, 1365|The hour is but the whisper of the sea; 1365|All, all is only the song of the South-Sea 1365|Song-sweet, 1365|Singing the song by many a hidden stream 1365|That in the far-away, silent sea, the sea-king 1365|Drowns in his might. 1365|I sail with thee; 1365|I see all things, and all is fair! 1365|My sail is full of the breath of the night-king, 1365|The morning is full of the cry of the sea; 1365|Thy light is but the breath of the night-king gray, 1365|Thy sun is but the breath of the sky. 1365|All day I sail with thee, 1365|All day my sail is bright; 1365|Yet, for all, the South-Sea's song is sweetest 1365|Of all the breath of the sweetest of the day. 1365|Now all the ways of the South-Sea are one, 1365|And when we come to the strait that is full of dreams, 1365|Then all is one, 1365|And no foot has gone astray for fear! 1365|And now the South, the great South-Sea, is come 1365|To the strait, 1365|And now I hear the sound of its cries and howls, 1365|Again, again, I hear the scream of its waves, 1365|The great, long, storm-beaten wave that is rolling 1365|On towards the strait. 1365|I hear, I hear, 1365|A roar of the sea-shore and an echo answer; 1365|And, when the wind is high, a loud, loud roar 1365|Of the waves again! 1365|The wind is fair, 1365|To the East the sky is sweet; 1365|The wind sings of the land like a bird in the trees; 1365|The trees sing in their song, the winds sing of the sea; 1365|And the water of God answers their voices as one! 1365|O joy of the South-Sea-side! O sound of sea-birds 1365|On the waves, and in the sky! ======================================== SAMPLE 6090 ======================================== 5186|On the grass did he stand, 5186|On a clump of young oaks he sat, 5186|And a silvery bird was calling, 5186|Thus a bird was singing 5186|And a white-breast, singing, 5186|Flew toward the sky-vault, 5186|Flew toward the heaven-vault, 5186|Singing of the mermaids, 5186|Singing of the cradles, 5186|Who should win to Pohya? 5186|Who should stand by Love's side, 5186|Whose right hand should touch Love's way? 5186|'Tis the lovely Swallow, 5186|Beautiful, and tender, 5186|Comes the tender Swan to meet her, 5186|Makes the Maiden's pathway, 5186|Carrying maiden's blessings, 5186|Turns the cradling branches, 5186|Hastens over Love's way. 5186|"Joy," cries the Maiden, 5186|"Swallows are born beneath my cloak, 5186|In my mystic womb I bring them, 5186|To my home in Northland, 5186|With my wondrous Love-cups filled." 5186|"Joy," cries the Maiden, 5186|"Swallows are born within my breast, 5186|In my secret chamber, 5186|With the care of Death and Disease; 5186|When the bearer goes to battle, 5186|When the cup is carried hither, 5186|Goes for battle-blood to battle, 5186|Goes for life and death-dangers, 5186|For the life of heroes; 5186|Oftentimes do I go for funning, 5186|For a fight with rival heroes, 5186|Goes to view combat-fury, 5186|Goes upon the spear-fixt play-days, 5186|Hastens through the theatric billows." 5186|Thus the Maiden answered 5186|With her lips, as maiden white: 5186|"Easy it is to leave one's home, 5186|Hasten to the Northland-tramps, 5186|From one's father's lands to seek one's kindred, 5186|Seek one's mother's birthplace; 5186|Very easy it is to wander 5186|From the homes one loves the most, 5186|To the mighty Northland-tramps, 5186|One's own land and country. 5186|There's little need to seek for kindred, 5186|For one's home is waiting, 5186|Waits for one's kindred." 5186|Thereupon the youth, Pohja, 5186|As before, attends his wishes, 5186|Heets his wishes fulfill; 5186|Quick the mermaid's locks of silver 5186|Ring about his shoulders; 5186|Fast enswirls his silver locks 5186|In the water-sparks of copper; 5186|As he floats along, water 5186|Floats before his steps in mists, 5186|In the salt-sea billows; 5186|Oftentimes does the mermaid 5186|Hear his steps in brooks and river, 5186|Singing as she stoops and RISES, 5186|Heavier stream, deeper current, 5186|As he wanders farther northward, 5186|Breaks his way through fen and forest, 5186|O'er the leagues of Kalevala, 5186|Through the salt-sea billows. 5186|O'er the farther gap of ocean, 5186|Now this laden chest of trembling 5186|Hangs upon this birch-tree's bough; 5186|O'er these leagues of ocean, 5186|Now this trunk is lifted, swaying; 5186|Soon this trunk will fall to pieces 5186|In the falling of another, 5186|In the arms of Pohya's queen. 5186|"Let the trunk come crumbling down, 5186|Let it fall in pieces down; 5186|Let the birch-bark be broken, 5186|Let the branches split asunder; 5186|Thus it was that good Jumala 5186|Wrought the wonders of his power 5186|On the lower planes of existence, 5186| ======================================== SAMPLE 6100 ======================================== I know thee what thou art, 27179|For thou shalt ever sing to me 27179|As does thy father, even on mine ear. 27179|The wind of summer-time 27179|Makes it call; 27179|I cannot hear it. 27179|If ever thou didst raise to me 27179|Thine lips of blue, 27179|How could I know 27179|That thou art true, 27179|Thy mother, old? 27179|O, how could I? 27179|For never a sound of it 27179|Was there, 27179|But a voice 27179|Of the wind 27179|Calling down, 27179|Forlorn and low, 27179|Upon the grass. 27179|Thy cheeks look fresh 27179|As the dew, 27179|Forgotten is that dreary pain 27179|Wherein I used to grope 27179|For thee, as in the deep 27179|Dark hours o' dew. 27179|And thou hast left my breast 27179|This night with thy white robe, 27179|The moon's light 27179|Thou wast wont to bear 27179|Till morn. 27179|Thy mouth is glad and sweet, 27179|And thy lips are so smooth and fair 27179|That I cannot but delight 27179|In them, for they are a gift 27179|Unto my Love. 27179|Thy voice, too, when thou dost sing, 27179|Shall be like stars, 27179|And all thy words all-fairest 27179|Might bring me love. 27179|For, ah! what sweetest sound 27179|Thy gushing flute doth make 27179|To me, the fount of sounds, 27179|As it doth the spring of sweet-ears. 27179|And thy sweet voice, too, when thou dost sing, 27179|The stars have heard, 27179|And now their lightest shine doth pass 27179|O'er me, as I sing with thee. 27179|Thy notes are sweet, and soft; 27179|Thy words are tender; 27179|Thou dost my heart and love inspire 27179|By them conveyed. 27179|And I am all undone 27179|That thou dost sing 27179|With such an artful tongue 27179|That none but thine would o'erpass 27179|My cold distress. 27179|And though my eyes are dim, 27179|My lips are dry, 27179|I will not let go 27179|Till thou speak out and sing 27179|The song I sing to thee. 27179|It is not in the warbling eye 27179|To say my love hath passed away 27179|With the last war-bird's cawed farewell 27179|And the last blossoms dying night, 27179|But it is in the heart's wild crying 27179|That I feel all thy grief's control. 27179|And my tears fall dark as dew, 27179|And it is in the sea that I flee, 27179|For thy love hath drowned my hope's shore, 27179|And my life is sinking faster 27179|While she stands in my lonely place 27179|And I strive with my tears to think 27179|How she loved me of yore. 27179|The day's deep pain is o'er; 27179|And my hopes soar up in the sun 27179|Like the birds of old on a rose 27179|In their summer nest. 27179|From the earth is gone the earth's wild joy, 27179|And the rose and lily are free, 27179|As the lily's breath 27179|O'er the lily's fragrance wreathes. 27179|In the joy of the summer time, 27179|When the birds of May sing forth, 27179|And the earth is full of the joy 27179|Of the summer far and free, 27179|Where the wild birds' song 27179|Is all music in the skies, 27179|Oh, that I were the wild birds' song, 27179|Or were she that sings to the hills. 27179|Or, if love were not but praise, 27179|And she love me not only with words ======================================== SAMPLE 6110 ======================================== 1365|And the world's eyes are turned upon thee the while. 1365|Thou art come! We have mourned thee, and we weep. 1365|Thou art come! 1365|And the World! Is it not full in the house? 1365|A cup of gold, and a cup of wine. 1365|A cup of gold, 1365|And a cup of wine 1365|Laid on the hearth. 1365|(MOCKING the crowd.) 1365|The World! 1365|Now, it must be true, 1365|That God is the son of man! 1365|MARY (inaudible). 1365|O, let us rejoice! 1365|How can the Father of all make one 1365|Tall as a palm! I know not yet 1365|What my portion shall be. 1365|PATRICK (within). 1365|The Master's voice! I feel that I am close, 1365|And the Holy Ghost 1365|In my ear! 1365|The world is turning again to dust; 1365|Only a little while yet remains 1365|To be baptized, and it is my will! 1365|You are gone! I cannot say farewell. 1365|PATRICK (drawing himself up slowly). 1365|Ah no! 1365|The Word is dead and is no more; 1365|The Word we love is not; it is we! 1365|The world is turned into a tune; 1365|The world is but a single note! 1365|There is a melody in the wind, 1365|And a song that doth rise from the earth 1365|That hath no need of a name; 1365|And he who sings hath the power 1365|Of a song that cannot be sung! 1365|And yet a song that has no name! 1365|He hath no song to make his own, 1365|But only to go to his place. 1365|Pliny the Elder, of the youth of Tydeus, writes:-- 1365|And when he heard his father's death, he mourned in a dream, 1365|He did as the rest of mankind; and, hearing his father's words, 1365|He made a sad melody 1365|For the funeral of the slain, and, placing it on an ass's back, 1365|He took and he sent it to the grave, for the world knew it not. 1365|And the ass answered and said, "Behold, I dance for you!" 1365|With an ass's back and a drowsy ass in the den of a Cave. 1365|And, having danced upon the grave that is set for his bones, 1365|He put out his hand upon it, and the ass arose and spake, 1365|Now we have made a song full of all the sounds of earth! 1365|With the voice of streams and the voice of winds, and the voice of God 1365|Pearly and clear and golden and silver! 1365|Pearly and white and moving, 1365|The little sonnets of the poet, ever bursting with hope and 1365|with love, 1365|With the little sonnets of the poet, ever breaking with delight 1365|and with fear. 1365|With the voice of the evening and of the morning, all sweet and clear; 1365|He shall be welcome to the city in full, and he shall have no friend 1365|Who are we? 1365|And what is our nation? We are but the scattered sheep of a 1365|We are but the fragments and the fragments of a many-colored 1365|We stand in the midst of the vast, in the midst of the ways 1365|that lead to peace; 1365|We stand in the midst of the nations and proclaim in loud and 1365|haughty accents, 1365|The glorious name of the King of kings, the King of peace! 1365|The face of our Maker appears in the dust; in the midst of the 1365|souls; 1365|It behooves us that we be as precious as the silver and the gold! 1365|I have heard the angels singing, 1365|"Hail! hail to thee, God of heaven, 1365|Lift up thy blessing high, 1365|Lift it above our weakness ======================================== SAMPLE 6120 ======================================== 3665|The world is so full of beauty, 3665|Love is sometimes less of a boon, 3665|Though he the rose may choose to show, 3665|He can't put it in our mouths. 3665|He is no poet at all, 3665|When he is heard to say so, 3665|But the world is very wise and just 3665|And holds his words in esteem. 3665|At times he may appear more like 3665|A schemer than a good man, 3665|And he's so true to a faultless hand 3665|That he will pull a trick, to save 3665|His own or others' shame. 3665|To be an honest man is true 3665|In a world where men are lies, 3665|And this is his main weakness, I fear, 3665|Which is so often seen 3665|Upon his silent face, so pale and white, 3665|As he proceeds along. 3665|And then, dear children, do not laugh 3665|At this wild, futile play; 3665|Then may you be so free and bold 3665|Your mother's heart to rue. 3665|For though at times he seem to be 3665|A spirit, and though he seem 3665|Not of this world, nor more a man, 3665|Yet a God, and true man like, 3665|He is but a weak-hearted child, 3665|In childish play. 3665|This night is all of summer for an only son, 3665|The moon has one long rainbow in her bow, 3665|And he is a goodly feather of the first rank, 3665|For he has wings and is not afraid of thunder. 3665|You must go far away, 3665|If you like, my angel grey; 3665|I have some news for you, and it has an ending, 3665|And I have something that you will not forget, 3665|For I have a story that I wish for you to hear. 3665|The sun is no more a stone. 3665|It has been and shone. 3665|It has set at the full. 3665|The grass and flowers go up in the wind-torn sky, 3665|And they hear afar the music of my flight, 3665|And I think of you, dear child. 3665|I will put you down again, 3665|And you must go away. 3665|It is done, and the end of all. 3665|The end of all is when the sun goes down. 3665|That is the last, and I will not say 'it-end', 3665|For those that see it shall not long be in love. 36543|The Sun was a lover, 36543|He went to look on Fanny, 36543|When he heard it would snow: 36543|Oh, he was so garrulously cold! 36543|He put a bit of snow in 36543|His cap, so that on Christmas day when 36543|He'd like to go out there; 36543|Then he looked to see if it was hot; 36543|But no, it was not, he said 36543|To himself, 'It ought to be.' 36543|He said, 'It ought to be, indeed. 36543|But it is far too fresh and fine.' 36543|That was his way, however green; 36543|He would say 'it ought to be.' 36543|My love grows old, my darling, 36543|Like the apples in the tree; 36543|I'll not say we ought to die; 36543|But I can look on the trees 36543|And say, 'My love is old and small, 36543|My darling grows a little stronger, 36543|We ought to live a little longer.' 36543|My darling is not strong 36543|Like the old grey hen at the gate; 36543|We are not quite so happy as she, 36543|But she has some more toys for me; 36543|So I look on the children at play 36543|And say, 'My love ought to be free.' 36543|The lark at evening 36543|Goes up to mate and sing; 36543|The children sit all by themselves 36543|In the lane, and cry and shout, 36543|And he sings the ======================================== SAMPLE 6130 ======================================== 19226|A little bird, with a green turban, 19226|Flits where I wander. 19226|And the same hand that strikes the harp, 19226|Will tune the song. 19226|There's nothing like a good old-fashioned meal,-- 19226|When I live in that old house with the doors 19226|shut, at night, for long, long hours; 19226|And I'm the proud guest, on that old day, 19226|When dinner is done; 19226|When I look out from my window in the moonlight 19226|To see my friends come home; 19226|Of that good old-fashioned meal I like to get it, 19226|And tell it to you! 19226|I had a little sister, she 19226|Fashioned from the loom of the mother 19226|Her web of a mother. 19226|And we talked of a fairy world 19226|And a fairy mother: 19226|And she asked if I would like to know 19226|The secret of her gown. 19226|But you must know 19226|That we never read 19226|The words of the leaf that the woodworm 19226|Was weaving so fondly 19226|Until the day she shed one tear. 19226|_Heap high that leaf, 19226|So frail, so short, so unremembering, 19226|So full of tears! 19226|Why did she ever take 19226|Something so strange and good?_ 19226|_She loved us well, 19226|An angel, and a mother still, 19226|And a fairy still._ 19226|The world was a fairy world, the flowers 19226|Were kind and true; 19226|We are but children, 19226|And we have no guardian angels. 19226|_She is dead; 19226|And we who stand by her bed-- 19226|Stand by and we cry._ 19226|_She was only a child._ 19226|Now I am only a man; 19226|But the great world has given me 19226|A power 19226|That I can never know, 19226|A heart, 19226|In the night, 19226|That is mine. 19226|_With her tears and her kisses, 19226|And with her laughter, too,_ 19226|_I can sing 19226|The songs she loved, 19226|And all her little ones._ 19226|_When the world was young it was fair_ 19226|_And the children came;_ 19226|_Then, you guessed it, 19226|_The great worlds were gray._ 19226|_I have dreamed of all the world in youth,_ 19226|_And of all it must do,_ 19226|_And the great world is grey._ 19226|_Now I know all it must die for,_ 19226|_And it is old and strange,_ 19226|_And life seems to pass,_ 19226|_In an endless twilight,_ 19226|_With no star to lead it._ 19226|_It is strange that the great world grow old,_ 19226|_And grow it must,_ 19226|_Now it grows more wild and strange_ 19226|_To death than before._ 19226|This is the day when the moon 19226|Will shine upon the earth 19226|For ever to a star, 19226|And shine for all men's sake. 19226|Come hither, young and old, 19226|We pray you, take the road, 19226|For I am old and short of breath 19226|And, like a threadbare sail, 19226|I cannot carry much. 19226|The grass is green and sweet 19226|In many a cottage-yard, 19226|But few have tasted the tree 19226|That sits by every door. 19226|The sky-way beckons on, 19226|But the weary soul may bide 19226|Where the great clock tolls two, 19226|And the night-wind cries, "It's too late!" 19226|And the long train wails, "It's too late!" 19226|Come hither, young and old, 19226|Pray you, take the road. 19226|No road with any road! ======================================== SAMPLE 6140 ======================================== 1304|To all the fumblings at anne has he replied. 1304|Hee had thunted as a stoure-shod trotting 1304|On the road, in all the world I'll trow 1304|As none were he that mayt hear his flatterie, 1304|His flatterie that may make him flout me: 1304|To all men, he is the most discrishen wot, 1304|I trow, that ere a man is he that does it. 1304|Yet wot I not, why a man that can, 1304|Why ever he troweth at ane is he: 1304|But nought that ever doth him good intende, 1304|The first of a' his thoughts he will set, 1304|The second he will not, nor the third, 1304|He will in verse or prose do it on, 1304|As if, of a' our three, the twae were wrong, 1304|As if these be sinned if they repent: 1304|And what the rest have said is as I guess, 1304|That a' the three men were wrong in the last. 1304|Ful plesance auld, but why men wad waur't, 1304|Befo' this flesh and a' the world's perplexit; 1304|They couldna tell me if it wad belie, 1304|Or if it wad be on their minds ta'en awa' 1304|The auld thing or a new thing for to take. 1304|Ye that hae teeth in your mind or face, 1304|Go gie a' your wark and let the fa'n tell; 1304|And there's ane, I ken, that aye is blind; 1304|And some there are that canna see beyond. 1304|I'll gie a' my tongue, 1304|Or, at least to an earld, an earli druck, 1304|What is't an ane, or ane that canna be 1304|And yet sae dreigh, 1304|In his owne braid hand, 1304|Girt of heart and hand, 1304|Hold the maiden fair 1304|That your bosom loves, 1304|With the wild flowers about her. 1304|Come to the green bank, 1304|Come to the braken, 1304|Come to me, come to me, 1304|My darling's voice sae sweet. 1304|Let this hand ca', 1304|Let that heart beat, 1304|Beat a slow, half-smothered rhyme, 1304|While I sing sweetly sweet, 1304|Sweet little Birdie; 1304|While that voice sweetly swells, 1304|And the breath o' summer lifts my heart to you. 1304|Come, little Maid, 1304|Come to me, come to me: 1304|Come to your bosom dear, 1304|When that I may sing to you. 1304|I am a poor old man, a hoary old man 1304|Sitting in a dark alley. With a weak old man 1304|I wonder whither goes this heart of mine? 1304|What was the thought in that youthful youthful thought? 1304|And I am very tired of good, true men, 1304|But the little birds a-singing make me sad. 1304|I go on living in hope a little while, 1304|As the burthen'd little worms go crawl, and peep, and swell; 1304|But who knows the poor old earth as surely 1304|As a poor old dreamer in his youth-in-mem_? 1304|O that I could live 1304|In the little town that I had heard of sooth! 1304|For my mother used to say, on the olde-time, 1304|And his name still stands for to-day and for ever, 1304|And I would be a child there under the greenwood tree, 1304|That I may grow a little and a tall and a fatame, 1304|And go with the boys, 1304|And sing in the singin', and play on the greenleame. 1304|Yes, a little bird's nest in a little green wood, 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 6150 ======================================== 1279|By the mair than by a' my ain. 1279|Thro' the land o't I gang, 1279|An' there I ken my ain, 1279|How my gowd did fash wi' me. 1279|The sun did smile on me, 1279|I brak his lowe on oor land, 1279|An' as I cam in the morn. 1279|But, William (the warld's wae ushers) 1279|This ae night is gane to me. 1279|O whar grows the wild rose? 1279|In a licht to me, 1279|An' where the wild thyme grows 1279|In a licht yet. 1279|A rose at my knee, 1279|O, nocht before! 1279|That night shall be mine 1279|For to e'en in. 1279|Ye braw, braw poortit lasses, 1279|Blythe lasses, hame, 1279|Gad your saut up vooamer, 1279|But this bonny place, 1279|My auld school fause saut 1279|Shall never die. 1279|The land is braw, the lane is saut, 1279|It's bonny yet; 1279|But the daurna mair is my heart, 1279|I'll aye be there. 1279|The deil hae theye, the deil or ca', 1279|Come for a kame; 1279|Come back in a wink o' his eye, 1279|Or e'en die. 1279|Come hither, come, I'll nurse ye a drink, 1279|Gin ye hae a bler; 1279|Wha for your love and luve's sake 1279|My soul can fa'. 1279|The land is braw, the lane is saut, 1279|Ye maun hae his heart, 1279|But gin he has muckle fau't 1279|Ye'll come ilka day. 1279|Come forth, O come unto my love, 1279|Complain not thou; 1279|There 's nane to tell, there 's nane tak' 1279|Of this in her: 1279|No matter if the waukrife spy it, 1279|He 'll na have the chrift. 1279|O thou sweet lassie, thy beauty 1279|I 'll ne'er forsake; 1279|My hand and arm o' love to thee 1279|Shall ne'er fa'. 1279|The hale range will hear o'er the lea, 1279|That thou can dance and sing; 1279|And gi'en cause for hope or fear, 1279|This is my preference. 1279|But grant I hae a lassie lea, 1279|In her prime o' life, 1279|Yet she is young, she hae yet to spend, 1279|The more is the pity! 1279|There 's youth, and hope, and beauty soon 1279|Departing, dies; 1279|And lassie to her he 'll soon be- 1279|His ever blest! 1279|I lo'e Marie, she has me, 1279|My bonie Jean; 1279|But, oh! the lassie o' Liddy lo'ed 1279|Canna lo'e me! 1279|The dearest word that e'er I gae to hear, 1279|When on my lip I write, is the wich o' Jean. 1279|Sae dear to me's to meet and ta'en, 1279|As the licht o' the sun, 1279|And the licht o' the bee, to meet and to be 1279|And ta'en on the instant. 1279|If in a bower, and the red sun be set, 1279|Then, Marie, love me laigh; 1279|But a laigh and a langsyne come to me, 1279|Where the rose in the garden grows fairest, 1279|When the rose in its glory grows fairest, 1279|I aye shall ca' you laigh; 1279|Sae ======================================== SAMPLE 6160 ======================================== 27126|With a little room for each. 27126|(We've been here long enough, I think.) 27126|I shall be glad to turn, 27126|And sit down, if you will let-- 27126|But now I'm free to be glad, I'm free to be mad, I'm quite as free; 27126|And I'm glad to be happy,--if I'm but free to be dead. 27126|There are no men who know a place in the sea, 27126|And no women who understand his power 27126|That leads to the shores of that wide world, 27126|And all the magic wonders of that sea; 27126|And no birds with wing of opal or amethyst, 27126|And no star-fires that in his gold robes sway, 27126|And none of the sea-tides of fire that he is stirred. 27126|There are no thoughts of Love or sin or sin that stir 27126|One breath of his in the ocean and all its strife, 27126|But only the waves that flow on the infinite sea. 27126|There are no birds with wing of opal or amethyst, 27126|But only the waves that flow on the infinite sea. 27126|And even when Love is kindest, 27126|And men are kindest, 27126|When Time turns and moves 27126|E'en the best hearts to the mud, 27126|And yet there are in love's sweet hour 27126|Who make the sea-wave murmur 27126|To an eloquent melody 27126|That shall echo for ages after men. 27126|Ah! well-known voices of the sea 27126|Grow faint and cease to speak, 27126|Save when, in a silent song, 27126|Tulips turn their heads to meet 27126|The sweet new glance and be 27126|His glad smile's first words of greeting, 27126|Or when, like a lark, 27126|The star-flowers bow to his breath, 27126|And look, and listen, and gaze, 27126|As in the eye of love. 27126|Ah! well-known voices of the sea 27126|Beseem not more than the song and the hour; 27126|And now that I know that God is there, 27126|I am glad as well I know God is not. 27126|There is a time for prayer, and a time for sleep, 27126|And now is the time for the sea. 27126|The sea! the sea! the sea! 27126|When man would pray and he would think, 27126|He turns toward sea-gulls singing, 27126|And looks upon his face with one 27126|Deep, holy look and looks abroad, 27126|And sees on hills an endless space 27126|Of sea-forcés--swallows! 27126|So all his day the eye pursues 27126|A view of sea-gulls--swallows. 27126|The man is the God! The sea is his own 27126|To give or take or take again, 27126|And evermore the ocean is 27126|The Lord of all his work and play. 27126|The sea! the sea! the sea! 27126|The heart is like a sea-bird, 27126|And flies to the waterside 27126|When danger takes its wing, 27126|But comes no more again. 27126|The sea! the sea! the sea! 27126|The man is the sea-bird, 27126|The shore lies in a landlike land, 27126|And many there are who ride 27126|Their horses on the wave 27126|And watch it go rolling on. 27126|The sea! the sea! the sea! 27126|The God is God. It shall not fail. 27126|Nor long remain that it should hear 27126|Nor see, nor change, and all 27126|Be still, nor change nor fail. 27126|So it shall go on to that bright land 27126|Where God dwells, where He dwells, 27126|And, as it came of old from out 27126|His heavenlier hall of fire, 27126|For all the world's eternity 27126|That would it ride on the sea. 27126|The sea! the sea! the sea! 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 6170 ======================================== 38511|O, Thou, who in the day of ill 38511|Made the poor miser's sword of gold; 38511|O, Thou, of the rich and poor 38511|Whose kindnesses are not all given; 38511|O, Thou, who in the hour 38511|Of the day of the rich and poor 38511|Hast given all things to all! 38511|I heard them in the garden go by the gate; they seemed to come more near 38511|And I could see, from a distance, a circle of shadows passing by. 38511|The clouds came down, and the moon went down, and the stars came down. 38511|The moon, the cloud, and the shadow came still, 38511|The stars, the moon, the river, and all were left at peace. 38511|O, my heart, be not moved at the sight of life, 38511|The day is not broken, and yet the night is not dead, 38511|For I see the shadows, and hear them pass. 38511|The little tree that now is leafless and withered, 38511|It was my life, it will not die; 38511|Its leaves will soon be washed away by May-tide breeze. 38511|By the word _Tout le Temps_ my heart's soul is bound; 38511|Wherever it is 'touches each leaf in the air, 38511|Like the young spirit it flows on, and is loved by all. 38511|I have a vision from earth of a face fair and smiling, 38511|I heard it in dreams,--from thy lips I have drunk wine, 38511|I know the secret of thy deep love and vain desire; 38511|Let the earth still be its own vain imagination, 38511|We still are lovers all--be thou not moved at sight. 38511|I was once a woman; come, give me thy hand then, 38511|It is no sin for to love thee,--the world will welcome me. 38511|And so the year has no more time to dwell in silence 38511|In silence with me,--she is weeping at heart. 38511|What is the life of a man? to live all his life 38511|With many things, and all his senses, even senses, 38511|Is not the life of a man, but to make his pleasure 38511|A perfect pleasure, in peace, in enjoyment, 38511|In contentment, in the joy of his being, 38511|In the sweetness of his sense of existence, 38511|And to satisfy his pleasure with all 38511|He tastes of sensual pleasure. 38511|_Sura_ is the name of a tree,--the red fruit of the tree is 38511|_Sut._ It means the Sun. 38511|There is a fountain of joy in the garden of God; 38511|I have a glimpse of happiness as it doth appear 38511|To me,--it is no other than the heaven and the earth. 38511|I heard this, I saw it,--and I feel it again,-- 38511|It is a vision of happiness that I have seen. 38511|Thirst-thirsty, I drink of the fountain,--and it drinketh me. 38511|It is the fountain of joy that is flowing between 38511|Me and the joys of that world in which I am,-- 38511|A thousand times I have drunk of it, and no soul 38511|Doth drink of it but myself; 38511|I know it and all it hath,--and what hath it the least? 38511|It is a vision of happiness that is spoken of. 38511|All things that are--and all things seem--'tis a vision; 38511|It is a vision of happiness,--I must know it,-- 38511|There is no other pleasure I can find, 38511|For love, which is a blessed and happy thing, 38511|Is something of like sweetness with itself 38511|Beyond all other things; 38511|It is a vision of happiness--I shall know it, 38511|When a soul has gone from worldly joy and comfort; 38511|I will not ask a world of bliss, for I feel in it 38511|No sweetness of that same kind. 38511|Oh, what are the years? The years are all wasted. 38511|They cannot give one hour of rest; ======================================== SAMPLE 6180 ======================================== 20956|The wild-flowers of the woods, 20956|The trees and the grass and the meadows, 20956|The birds, and the bees, and the little children 20956|With faces bright and laughter wide, 20956|But the little boy that's asleep 20956|Nigh to my breast will creep, 20956|With meek eyes all dim and dark, 20956|And so be silent and mild. 20956|When in the summer-time, underneath 20956|The cool and shady leaves, the birds do sing, 20956|When the little children all do dance, 20956|When they sing their little heart's delight, 20956|And dance and prattle, till the stars do spark; 20956|Then 'tis the time for me 20956|To fold my hands and sing. 20956|The moon is in the sky 20956|At evening, she shines so bright, 20956|And I am alone at home, 20956|And there's a little boy is me. 20956|His name is Snow Ball; 20956|He has a funny way 20956|Of making me sad. 20956|Oh, now I see why 20956|He was called so! 20956|I cannot go to sleep, I'm so tired of being teased, 20956|And often have I come up to tell you how I was shaken, 20956|And often have I had my eyes shut up for fear I would cry, 20956|And now I am come here and telling you of a little game; 20956|I will go and fetch my ball at once with a spring so strong, 20956|And have him shake his head, and make no noise, 20956|That he never will shake mine, 20956|And if he should do so, he may go to bed with his head in 20956|a sack, 20956|But that 's a very different thing. 20956|I will fetch my ball; 20956|And if he should stir, I shall go into a passion, 20956|And you may find my eyes quite a-going to be full of 20956|Pressing, and some people even say, choking, when 20956|little boys 20956|Are in mischief, I understand it very well. 20956|But it does but take away from all other things that 20956|people do 20956|But though I see all this, it is never a good thing for 20956|me, or any one else, for fear it should drive me to 20956|suicide; 20956|And yet I would not be a fool 20956|If ever I might go to sleep on a Sunday night, 20956|And there think of myself and myself's little friends. 20956|Oh, I wish I knew a little song, 20956|To soothe my baby, 20956|And so be quiet 20956|As any one, 20956|And then I could be silent, as well-- 20956|It would be the very thing. 20956|Would love the melody 20956|And kiss the strings.--The little ballad 20956|Is an old-time lullaby. 20956|It has always been so. 20956|And who can shut that eyes? 20956|I would open mine to lift the doors 20956|Of every one's house. 20956|Then the little mother one 20956|Would hear her baby's voice, 20956|And so she should--and she would sleep. 20956|And who can shut that eyes, 20956|As he who has such a thing? 20956|I would laugh out there, with him,-- 20956|But I fear to open mine. 20956|As she was sitting there 20956|With her arms a-twine, 20956|Her face in each other's arms, 20956|She should fall silent too. 20956|But who can lock those eyes? 20956|They would open when. 20956|But I shall go in there 20956|With him, and will not stop. 20956|For he is so wise, 20956|His way is so good, 20956|I shall not let him go. 20956|We are the little flies 20956|That have your flowers in our capes, 20956|We are not made of gold, 20956|We have but little pinners; 20956|We wither, and we die, ======================================== SAMPLE 6190 ======================================== 30357|Loudly he cry'd, "To arms, my lads! 30357|And be ye not afraid, my lads, 30357|But, ere I go, look up and see 30357|If I can read my captiv'd head._" 30357|He lift up the head of young Bob 30357|And read the sentence, low or high; 30357|He nod'd and look'd great serious, 30357|And then he went away again. 30357|_"Lofty and glorious, the dome which is 30357|Beneath yon skyy mountain, where the 30357|Sages deem'd the bright stars hung, 30357|To him, who look'd up from the earth, 30357|The most unmeasured height shall seem."_ 30357|_"Look upward, and see how the sun 30357|With blue smoke creeping o'er him blazeth!"_ 30357|'Tis said fair Camilla built her walls 30357|By the help of a little eastern maid; 30357|And that they were not built with hands, 30357|That are the habitation of the Dead; 30357|And that the walls which now adorn 30357|The ruins of her ancient fame, 30357|Were not built with hands._ 30357|So spake the ancient Teacher, and she 30357|Was astonished at his learning's power, 30357|But made her little gains by lying, 30357|Though she no longer could to fame aspire: 30357|And his big lies he believed; 30357|And all that he had bought or sold 30357|As by the Deity he was possest, 30357|Or in some other shape befel; 30357|For that his great lies were believed 30357|Were but the lies of men he'd kept. 30357|As, when the wind doth rock the shore, 30357|Camber is the wave above, 30357|And the trembling waters show 30357|A hidden rock which the wind throws; 30357|Whenas those, whose souls are set on shore, 30357|When they are struck with storm and swell, 30357|Turn up a desperate hand, 30357|And brace themselves for sudden fall. 30357|Thus was he bold in deceit; 30357|As is the falcon in the air, 30357|And look'd up to the heavenly hill 30357|Where he might try his new-learned art. 30357|But, ah! he fain was wearied, and 30357|His flying pinions tired, 30357|So he withdrew beneath an oak, 30357|And slept upon the summer mead: 30357|There till another glad sun shone 30357|He reigned as King above the rest, 30357|And call'd up shambling his dull lay 30357|With hollow voice for ever low. 30357|Then came the time that Neptune shor'd 30357|The waters worlds among, 30357|That the young Moon, with new-born beam, 30357|Would serve the Muses' temple there; 30357|When the wide seas were smooth'd and fed, 30357|And the great earth was watered red 30357|With the sweet habitants of air. 30357|The Muses came to sylvan bowers, 30357|And sylvan groves, and woods that sung 30357|The blithesome, happy days of old, 30357|Before the sails of ships were spread 30357|On the blue deep, to carry spices forth: 30357|And the Muses soon approach'd those bowers, 30357|Their sylvan haunts and haunts of woods 30357|To find their true loves; for now the Moon 30357|Was brought to deck the wood-ways fair, 30357|And deck those walks with moonlight beams. 30357|Some place a star on high; some say, 30357|That Mars has got it, and some say, 30357|That Hymen hath it. In a while, 30357|The wandering Muses came to Cythera: 30357|Cymryia now becomes Cythera. 30357|The Muses came to Cythera, 30357|And found a vineyard was grown over a vine; 30357|"And did I tell you not that it was so? 30357|And have you set your vineyard up so ======================================== SAMPLE 6200 ======================================== 37649|I, too, would give o'er. 37649|A word from no great saint 37649|Wooed me from sin. 37649|I would have found it death, 37649|But Love was born for it. 37649|To what? Ah, not to what!-- 37649|Not for a season more, 37649|But for a perfect change 37649|As when God made men free. 37649|God, and not men, was my choice; 37649|I had no other. 37649|I would have loved thee pure, 37649|But the world was a dream, 37649|And I, who was most 37649|To love in my day, 37649|And to love thee last, 37649|As God commands, 37649|Was only to die. 37649|I am thy love, I swear 37649|That I will live and see. 37649|I will not break the vow; 37649|I am all I should be. 37649|Ah, but why so cold? 37649|I never loved thy face; 37649|I could not, would I might. 37649|But I must love myself; 37649|But I have loved the last 37649|And will not break the vow; 37649|I have had the last, 37649|And could not break the vow; 37649|I am all I should be. 37649|I would live with a king; 37649|I would rule myself in all, 37649|And be his king for ever; 37649|But my will is mine, 37649|And what he shall do 37649|He shall do, I swear. 37649|The prince had a palace, fair and grand, 37649|With a queen and three sons of his own. 37649|But he had a wench, and a lover, one 37649|Made love to her and kissed her; and when 37649|He had done both, she made love to him. 37649|So he had her into his bed, and there 37649|She did wriggle and wriggle and wriggle. 37649|And then, with a rump, and then with a skip 37649|And then with a hop, she made love to him. 37649|And then he was dead, and the queen lay safe-- 37649|A queen, and a royal, from death's shock. 37649|So he put on her a crown with diamonds, 37649|And a pearl embroidered on, and a wand 37649|Made for her hair, and his lips to kiss. 37649|And then he was dead, and the queen lay safe-- 37649|A queen, and a royal, from death's shock. 37649|So he gave her a golden ring, and, lo! 37649|Its gem was a ruby, and his mouth to kiss. 37649|And then he was dead, and his queen lay safe-- 37649|A royal, and a royal, from death's shock. 37649|So when they got home he kissed her so-- 37649|Beside her, with his other wenches round, 37649|For he loved her, and he loved her so. 37649|For she was as pure as a cloudlet's shine, 37649|That lies on the ocean in the night, 37649|And all the world seemed one bright rose-tinted beam. 37649|And he was young, and I was twenty-one, 37649|The age when women grow, you know. 37649|And I loved him, and I loved him bravely, 37649|And I made the best of his wishes and skill, 37649|And he died on a summer's day. 37649|And all the flowers on the earth were gay, 37649|But the roses were in a frenzy. 37649|All the maids are a-marvelling at this bloom, 37649|Though it's so late to kiss and cling. 37649|And all the birds are a-chiding a-fleeing 37649|From the sun and the heat and the roar. 37649|But here, where a king died last year, I 37649|Lie near him by my palace door, 37649|And he never will find me there, being dead, 37649|Though I've forgotten him all about. 37649|And I pray to God with all my soul, ======================================== SAMPLE 6210 ======================================== 12242|I have thought so. 12242|"Who are you to know 12242|The future by your present?" 12242|This is what he said: 12242|"You know the present by your mother, 12242|Who is far away 12242|"You know the future by the sun, 12242|Which you may watch 12242|"From morning till noon." 12242|"She knows from dawn to evenfall, 12242|In some wild spot 12242|"Within her garden-plot. 12242|There may be flowers, there may be 12242|Ferns, and a bird. 12242|"I may forget my mother 12242|And grow as the reaper 12242|By the light of the sun," 12242|"That she may tend her spinning-wheel 12242|And see her flowers go, 12242|Making a little garden yet 12242|With the flowers that she has given." 12242|His dream is ended; his last words 12242|Grow dim, as sinks the sun; 12242|A shade descends, a gleam of gray, 12242|Over the stream and the mill. 12242|I have dreamed long dreams last night 12242|In a garden; as of old 12242|I stood with lips that quaffed roses, 12242|And eyes that watched the stream 12242|Go winding thro' its tangled grass, 12242|Falling into shadowy leaves, 12242|While roses told to me what music 12242|Grew in my thoughts for aye; 12242|And in my heart of hearts the music 12242|Took element of dream. 12242|It fell on the night of dreams, 12242|In the land of Elysian; 12242|It murmured in the stillness 12242|Of my heart, and fell in my sleep. 12242|It bade sweet music from the harp 12242|That waits the parting soul. 12242|It filled my heart with fragrance, 12242|And took the colours of the sky; 12242|It breathed into my blood 12242|A scent of summer, and of flowers. 12242|It took the stillness of the night 12242|And stirred the heart with silence; 12242|It took the star-dust and the pearl 12242|For memories of vanished things 12242|In distant lands of music, 12242|And memories of vanished men 12242|Sleeping in the stillness of the night. 12242|It made me think of vanished friends, 12242|Of eyes that never saw the light, 12242|Of faces dim-heron'd and haloed, 12242|And hallow'd voices in the night. 12242|And of an infant's sleeping 12242|In her father's heart of grace 12242|With her father's lips wreathed in prayers. 12242|It made me think of a pale face, 12242|With eyes of pityable light, 12242|And lips of words in murmurs lull'd, 12242|Caught by the whisperings of sleep, 12242|And never waked by whisperings more. 12242|It crowned me with a sacred gloom, 12242|A peace with a lasting peace, 12242|Which is the death-watch of a dream. 12242|It was a midnight in the year 12242|That never dawn'd above a molehill, -- 12242|A molehill, where the wind can blow 12242|In its first gust forever more. 12242|I was alone, -- I was not seen, 12242|The moon was pale, because 'twas night; 12242|All heaven was still, save where the hawk 12242|At my great shadow kept his perch. 12242|But the wind blew my hair a protest, 12242|And the wind did blow my laureate, 12242|Till the whole heaven of heaven shook 12242|With a voice that shook the earth of earth, -- 12242|Thou wert come to grace the festal board, 12242|The bride of thee, the bride no more. 12242|Thou wert come to dance and feast 12242|On my lips and tell my heart 12242|A tale as sweet as ever Muse 12242|Sauntered down the vernal way, -- 12242|A story in the simple verse 12242|That only Love ======================================== SAMPLE 6220 ======================================== I do. 33363|And you see, they say, as the years roll up to one 33363|That we are best when least known; we are dearest 33363|When we the best remember, dearest when we least 33363|We love; and that the man whom our lips are 33363|Most in tune with is a most unknowable one. 33363|I love him, I love him, I love him. I have known him 33363|since I was born, and he knows me, knows and knows! 33363|When I was very little, in a brown-lawn bed, 33363|By his mother's window looking over the sea-- 33363|The mother over the glass did look, but she looked 33363|tender, and sorrowful, looking through the tears. 33363|I loved her, I was very, very young then! 33363|I never saw that man again--nevermore 33363|Will I behold that man again! 33363|When my heart is young, I will dream he's far away, 33363|With the ship that has taken him from the world; 33363|And when my heart is old, the dream will prove untrue, 33363|And he is here, and I am gone forever with him. 33363|"He lived his boyhood's dream--then came the dream's return 33363|To me, my love, to the long-lost sailor boy; 33363|He came again; it was but the returning of 33363|That boyhood's dream." 33363|What, you say, has an idle dream? 33363|Dreams alone are true; 33363|Dreams are the windows into youth's sweet May-time; 33363|They show the hills that the angels have seen 33363|When the morning shone. 33363|What is a dream to me? 33363|Not even a dream is true; 33363|It smiles as another's fate, 33363|But it comes when thou and I must come to the last. 33363|"Tell me a dream!" she said, 33363|"Tell me a dream!--I will give you my last best 33363|Powder, in a spray; 33363|And what was it caught thy hand?" 33363|It came and told her--"Powder is a little 33363|Powder from the sea." 33363|Then her eyes were as eyes of fish! 33363|And her hands said, "I will give you her hands 33363|When they have been dry!" 33363|And she gave her hands--but they were in the sun; 33363|And never again that she gave them to me. 33363|I will give my last best hand 33363|To the lastest of dreams, 33363|And my last best dream, 33363|And what was it caught thy hand? "Tell it the story 33363|Of the day that has come," 33363|He replied, "Tell it them sweet!" 33363|And I laughed, "I did not hear it from your lips!" 33363|He lives in the wood, 33363|He lives in the world of me, 33363|And the heart of me, I know, is his only thought. 33363|"Tell me a dream!" she said, 33363|"Tell me a dream!-- 33363|'Twas a sweet summer's day: 33363|I sat in the shadow of a tree 33363|To dream it, my dear. 33363|"I saw a bird at the top of the tree, 33363|Cockatoo, cockatoo, crowing; 33363|And I thought 'twas my dear Jack Frost, 33363|Would give me a kiss. 33363|"He was wearing a red shirt-collar 33363|That was wide as his knee; 33363|And he walked up the white shade 33363|About the tree-top, and up the 33363|tree again. 33363|"He kissed me on the lips that were parted, 33363|And on the eyes that were wet; 33363|And he took me to his nest in the leaves, 33363|And there he kissed me, and on his breast 33363|He threw me a rosy nestling sweet, 33363|That nestled to his knee. 33363|"His bright green feathers, white as the snow, 33363|That, like a ring, were spotted ======================================== SAMPLE 6230 ======================================== 4272|"Where'er thou leadest, the paths of earth will be: 4272|"That one and all are one in heaven." 4272|I cannot sing you, for there are none, as I may, 4272|"Till this world close." If you are blind, let us go then. 4272|We know of angels who have led us on our way, 4272|And what they found to be. 4272|The angels have brought you a gift of knowledge, 4272|"Unto man, and among men"-- 4272|And let us read 4272|That way in Heaven, with God, who knows what they found. 4272|We do not seek to know you; but I pray you take 4272|This hour, that by your side, and for your guidance, I 4272|May build a goodly hope. 4272|If this poor faith is true, and we are not to blame, 4272|We might have faith: but if we were not to trust, 4272|Then let us keep in sight that awful truth, 4272|That still we keep the light, our guide 4272|Even while we lose the way, 4272|That man in error may be 4272|The instrument of God. 4272|"Oh, man that is not in a holy frame, 4272|And would for conscience find 4272|A light of love in heavenly truth" 4272|How beautiful is morning light! 4272|O'er the cold wintry earth to-day, 4272|To-morrow is so bright; 4272|But the first dawn of hope comes not so soon, 4272|And we must still abide, 4272|Or we die before our friends rejoice. 4272|For there may come a moment's gloom, 4272|A moment when we cannot look on thee, 4272|So we must look on it, close-eyed; 4272|And in our light will find 4272|Some little spark of Heaven's own beam. 4272|"Oh, hope for Jesus and my heart" 4272|To me the heart is a little child, 4272|Who, not the smallest, doth not speak, 4272|In the cold earth so dark. 4272|God gave us love for love, 4272|And love for love is better far: 4272|The one is light, the other love; 4272|The one is heaven, the other heath. 4272|A word from God were light 4272|To him who hath his fill of woe 4272|And would not change it for thee or thine. 4272|If I should die and leave my darling far, 4272|And my poor babe should live in a cradle but ill adapted, 4272|But the cradle of a mother, the mother of God, 4272|God would not look for a murmur on the world to my voice 4272|If my poor babe were of an unbelieving heart, 4272|But his heart would beat up in spite of his care and strife. 4272|O Mary! with thy dear children at play, 4272|Thy holy children in thy love to-day, 4272|With what delight would they smile on thy look, 4272|And play till the sunlight was dark on the sod? 4272|And when could that joy be of pleasure to me, 4272|Who know thy children to be my children only, 4272|If the darling child that is asleep should be of a better heart, 4272|If such joy could be of comfort to me, 4272|If our mother's heart beat, as it does in her prayer, 4272|If the kiss and the comfort be of their own, 4272|I would not want for anything, no, not a crown, 4272|If but thy dear children in that dear place stood, 4272|The child of thy sweet love, like the lilies did stand, 4272|Saying, "Ye who believe, adore, 4272|And shall love, as I did, of old, 4272|Ye, my children, of God, who believe-- 4272|"All trust and hope, all honour and praise, 4272|Shall from thee flow, and none be left but thee!" 4272|And I, who believe, who adore, when I say, 4272|"Come down! come down! from the rock of thy wrong!" 4272| ======================================== SAMPLE 6240 ======================================== 30669|Lonely, where the dark forest's arm 30669|Saw the waves to foam against the tree; 30669|Where at dusk some mossy hill-slope 30669|Trod the blue peak, or, with black-shrost, 30669|Grim-haunted piers showed down to the brine. 30669|_Nay!_ said the Lord, _where, and how high, 30669|The task of my command is done; 30669|Hearken, my people, and obey!_ 30669|Then, in many a mouldering house, 30669|Beneath the shadow of the cliffs, 30669|The wild geese whelm'd, or gull'd, or tore; 30669|And many a shambling figure pale; 30669|And many a brawling bird that flew 30669|O'er the red sand where, with white foot, 30669|An Indian held his feast of brine; 30669|And many a lonely figure there 30669|Disconsolate to turn would stay; 30669|And many a wandering figure sad, 30669|With face aflare with weariness, 30669|In a sad waste of broken clothes, 30669|Froze by the sea! 30669|The Lord Himself 30669|Where is the king who strove to sing 30669|To his eager people; and who died? 30669|Where is the warrior? and where the sage 30669|Who ruled in their behalf whose voice they heard? 30669|In the forest wilds the fawn and bear, 30669|Huddling round their woody homes, lie low, 30669|As a cloud by the rain-wet sky of day 30669|Lies, drooping his strength, in the silent shelter; 30669|Away! away! in thy wild wilderness 30669|Who can lead them, with an undefiled hand, 30669|Down to the sea and in their bondage bind? 30669|Nay! the land is so full of noise and trouble, 30669|So full of the busy tumult and strife 30669|Of man's wickedness, and his pride, and strife, 30669|So that even the sea runs murmurous through it: 30669|Nay! the sea is so full of restless strife 30669|That it seems a fountain running to break; 30669|For the fowls of the air, with their heavy bellowing, 30669|Are loud on the sand-hills overhead 30669|Mingling with the murmurs of the sea. 30669|And, at the dawn, they are still on the mountain, 30669|And far on the meadows, and yet at night-fall 30669|Over the billows they seem to rise; 30669|In the dark, down by the water's edge 30669|They sail along with a loud and dreadful sound; 30669|Mingling in the silence their song and their song, 30669|Their song that the birds must hear with dismay. 30669|Nay! the birds sing their songs, they sail without wind, 30669|For the birds that in their wake pass o'er, 30669|By the stream, or the forest, or the plain, 30669|Have a song of which the sea cannot drown: 30669|Nay! the sea hath a song beyond the sea, 30669|And to the birds a song, as the stars to the sky: 30669|A tide is rising, a tide for the journey; 30669|Mountain and forest, along the way 30669|Tower and tower, and rise; 30669|Trees and trees along the way are rising, 30669|Lift up their heads, and fall. 30669|In the night, at the dawn, the stars in heaven, 30669|Far through the distance, are weeping, 30669|Touched with sigh of sorrow; 30669|The white waves of the river at their sides 30669|Are whispering to one another; 30669|And the sea whispers to the stars overhead 30669|"Who leads the starry host? Who leads you, I pray?" 30669|"Pray! for ever and for ever," they sing, 30669|"Pray to Him who is the Lord of the wide earth. 30669|Pray; for ever and for ever. 30669|"We follow the glory of God-- 30669|In ======================================== SAMPLE 6250 ======================================== 36508|In the light of the dawning day: 36508|The sun was rising, 36508|Lust-blind the world was waking; 36508|The wind was blown 36508|But the light on the leaves was still. 36508|All through the dead of the night 36508|They woke, they woke without a sound 36508|And a million times they cried, 36508|"We know," cried, 36508|"The moon is winking 36508|On the hillside of the night." 36508|And so they slept without a fear 36508|Because they knew the end of death 36508|For now the sky was turning red 36508|And dawn, dawn, dawn. 36508|The wind's coming down 36508|Over the hill, 36508|Over the hill-- 36508|"O Wind, I trust 36508|In the dark, in the dark 36508|I will blow you a wind-flavor." 36508|The wind goes down 36508|Over the land, 36508|Over the land-- 36508|"Wind, I will blow you a drink 36508|That will light you for power 36508|As a man may go from sorrow." 36508|The wind blew down, 36508|Over the mound 36508|Of the grassy ground 36508|And up through the trees, 36508|Across the fields and down, 36508|Till it touched the ground 36508|Where a stone 36508|And a thorn 36508|Were standing at the point 36508|Of a gun-- 36508|All through the white of the night 36508|The wind was blowing from the blue of the sky, 36508|And as the wind blows down 36508|Mighty strong 36508|It is, and all 36508|It is, 36508|Though the moon is dim 36508|And the winds blow out of the blue 36508|And the world is white 36508|And the world is grey. 36508|And the wind, it will blow thee further." 36508|_In the morning, I woke and saw the stars on high, 36508|Whose glory is a light about the paths of men;_ 36508|For as I stood with eyes half open, 36508|And saw, in the gray dawn light 36508|Blurred and blurred and blurred for the first time, 36508|The very face of God, 36508|My mind made out some unseen form 36508|Familiar, 36508|And as in a vision my soul wandered, 36508|And thought of something gone and gone now, 36508|I leaned against the spray of snow, 36508|And looked into the sky, 36508|And saw all the stars, all the stars above, 36508|And the great stars in the night, 36508|And the face of God. 36508|For they are all for me on this little height 36508|Where the light is broken by the little spires. 36508|And it is not the first time that I have seen 36508|All the little stars shine for me; 36508|My thoughts are like little spars 36508|And so I look up at God in my dream. 36508|When the day is done, and all is over 36508|And the sun goes down 36508|Out of the west, 36508|I lie there and wonder and think 36508|About the beautiful things God made. 36508|Like an old clock on the hearth of earth 36508|There is always a little something still 36508|In the heart of me that knows not how. 36508|And when the day is done, and all is over 36508|And the twilight is begun, 36508|I think of meadows of wheat and the scent 36508|Of the air and the light, 36508|And the long grass and the dear gray sky 36508|And the lilies. 36508|And the lilies! 36508|There will be a funeral service for us when the last 36508|little bird sleeps, 36508|And there will be white sand. 36508|And we will lie down, 36508|Under white sky; 36508|And the night will forget. 36508|Out of the night 36508|Will come the stars to sing 36508|To the little children; 36508|And there will be ======================================== SAMPLE 6260 ======================================== 1304|The air was soft, the sky was clear, 1304|And warm were the cheeks of my fair maid, 1304|As I drew in her amber hair: 1304|When the lute she touched, from out the bow 1304|Of her golden hair, a smile did shine, 1304|That seemed but half a sigh to hear. 1304|Thus by love and memory led 1304|Across the summer hours that pass 1304|Beneath this arch of elm trees green, 1304|Now half in tender guise half in strife, 1304|We love and that love evermore: 1304|While under those thick branches low 1304|The little brook flows on its way, 1304|And the morning mists, like smiles, fall 1304|With lingering music over all. 1304|And you from whom that smile might save, 1304|The smile that made your bosom move, 1304|You walked with quiet step, and bent 1304|Your face above that dancing child: 1304|A woman, half child and half girl, 1304|It was, the very pulse of pain, 1304|A woman, in mourning dress, and sad, 1304|And in love that ever died. 1304|And now that lonely brook that rolls 1304|Through that sweet convent's misty green 1304|In murmurs low, like some low sobbing tune, 1304|Your eyes have power to wander from their goal, 1304|While, with a wistful glance behind the boughs, 1304|The little brook whispers "He is dead." 1304|O Love! O Love! she spake, her voice 1304|All tremulous with agony. 1304|I could not see, nor she reply, 1304|I wept in spirit alone. 1304|I wept for hope, and fond desire, 1304|And the great hunger in my heart, 1304|Who, thirsting still for something new, 1304|Prayed that Love would have a share. 1304|But he, far hence, looked down on me, 1304|Heard my heart-broken plea, and spake: 1304|Dear Sister, all I ask of thee 1304|Is that thou would'st give me rest; 1304|Give me courage, strength, and peace, 1304|And my sick soul may soon be gay. 1304|But I cannot--no, I do not know-- 1304|Give thee my rest, though it were feebly; 1304|I am strong, and all my frame is plained, 1304|Love and hope are dim and gone for aye; 1304|I am weak, though by Love's decree 1304|I walk the road that lies below. 1304|My body, O my God! my soul, indeed, 1304|The whole world's store of love is all forgotten, 1304|And the last wish of my heart lies dead and cold: 1304|I do not know how long I live--or die! 1304|My body, I still know not how long I live! 1304|THE moon, up-gathered, 1304|Like a green and hollow cup, 1304|Cradled, in air, the light. 1304|Her eyes, like hearts of gold, 1304|With softness warm and holy, 1304|Were like the infant's, 1304|And like the mother's, 1304|The moon, so crystal-eyed; 1304|And in her hair the silver glory stood; 1304|She seemed a queen, 1304|As in the clear blue sky 1304|That smiles by river-lakes 1304|The rosy-bosomed April-day: 1304|And the star in the blue lake-- 1304|The golden and wavy light 1304|Of her rosy shadow--floated on high. 1304|On this sweet night, 1304|Sweet night! once more 1304|I lay and thought 1304|Of that long ago; 1304|And a song rose deep and strong in my heart; 1304|And a song so sweet-- 1304|So sweet, I deem 1304|It cannot be 1304|Like a child's small voice, 1304|So low and clear-- 1304|And so I loved, and sang in my sleep. ======================================== SAMPLE 6270 ======================================== 1005|That on the side of easy Pisa holden 1005|The sots, that in myrtle shades were once his haunt. 1005|There first I saw him shine, and thence with joy 1005|His image seated on my cheek beheld 1005|That one, who otherwhere was calling aloud, 1005|And pointed to a place, where all were mute. 1005|"O thou, my brother!" he said, "who through the town 1005|Warbleth thy name, a second time, call up: 1005|For there, where graff is hard and ill-will 1005|Lurks of old, a man by name Vanni Bruni, 1005|Who still is chaste, and weds with amorous act 1005|To his first spouse, who 'scapes to seek her still." 1005|To him my guide: "Not yet, not yet remaineth here 1005|Nor languishes in death, thyself nor others 1005|For who thou art I know not, nor your acts. 1005|Henceforth if thou obtainesse such honor, 1005|That of the two bridges thine arm may suppl, 1005|The one more powerful for its port it being, 1005|Thou mayst pass safely with thy life remaining 1005|To the other, passing underneath its shade." 1005|Then of that forest Gavanna wept, where 1005|E'en weeping Matanza's self could scarce 1005|Watch forleavings of the breeze, that, as it 1005|Fell, clave the steep. They on each other gaz'd, 1005|And gazed each other with the eyes bloodguilt. 1005|Soon as their dear companions' eyes were closed, 1005|By sourest love transfus'd, O'er them seemed 1005|A light to move, and in their hearts' regard 1005|To be express'd. "Speak," they cried, "your are brothers." 1005|"O Flora!" all one while, "your hearts thus far 1005|From wrong adjusted, have not yet dis- 1005|Compative: but that one who was with us, 1005|E'en now appears to us disunited. 1005|Submit, then, if unmerciful: the haz 1005|Shade of him who sits before you is his, 1005|Who was in childhood left alone. My tongue 1005|Must speak the truth. He was a traveller light, 1005|And carried in his pouch, so slain was he, 1005|Enrag'd to make it take this colour: and this, 1005|Thanks to the herb, which bringeth luck to men, 1005|In that same pouch did he deliver up." 1005|I then: " if that thief had in the bush 1005|Stored any treasure, or of gold comparable, 1005|Or 'Scorpion's Claw,' or similar token, 1005|This day's punishment would not divert him." 1005|" The fat was the only substance associated 1005|With Ceres. 1005|--Allude, then, to the lean leaven, which the youth 1005|And I were using, misusing was the change." 1005|"Fix on him, fix on him, fix on him!" loud 1005|Rose at the hearing of that dark mockery 1005|Among the other voices, which have since 1005|Become a proverb: whereupon my Lord, 1005|His beard stretching to the ears, all in disorder 1005|Discharging in one mighty burst, exclaim'd: 1005|"There is no torment, there is no wrath!" 1005|I do not think aught of these things now, 1005|But what I saw at Worms is worth living. 1005|When I had reach'd the bridge, that circunes the foss 1005|So keen, that its place no more may be obtain'd, 1005|My Lady call'd me: "Let not fools fool you, 1005|For these clear tokens, old man, of such care, 1005|As tell you that your state is unsound." 1005|"Be assured," thus he replied, "that I was 1005|In every thing your Bluest for your Warnings." 1005|When he had said this, his hand he laid on my 1005|So fair a one, that ha ======================================== SAMPLE 6280 ======================================== May I ask you how much it cost us? 2997|I heard you pay me a dozen--that's well! 2997|You might have asked me a dozen times more 2997|If you'd sent it to me with all your will. 2997|When did you send it to me? I don't know, 2997|And it's not mine to know--but I can guess 2997|They wanted George; and just where you live 2997|Was what I thought, but say, 'twas somewhere 2997|To the land where he's been since, you know. 2997|I'd give you one hundred pounds for that 2997|If I had one hundred more to spend. 2997|It's strange, 'tis strange! I think I'd have to take 2997|That lady in the Garden, that is me. 2997|I've always felt that I was made to sit there, 2997|But in a different way, while they laughed. 2997|I never did and I can't do that - 2997|To smile there, while they gossip and talk, 2997|I can't do it; it's _wrong_ and _unnatural_, 2997|And it's better ways: I _must_ sit and think 2997|And think and think, and think and think, 2997|And think and think and think for ever, 2997|For I can't do that, and so I must! 2997|You're a lovely girl 2997|As any in the whole town, 2997|And you never take a wrong turn 2997|But where's the chance of a miss? 2997|And you never, never make a fuss 2997|And you never do a swither, 2997|And you never lie about your coat 2997|For any of the boys. 2997|No, Mary; 'tis my duty; 2997|For I've seen you now 2997|Each day a bit more queer; 2997|And so 'tis plain you ought to love me 2997|As you ought to ever! 2997|When I was first come in 2997|I thought I had the place of the table 2997|(You'd hardly know I was there, 2997|Nor I, nor Mary). 2997|'Tis wrong of me, you say, 2997|To think the way you were seated there, 2997|And the way you kept your place - 2997|My head's quite clear of your arms and neck; 2997|It's just an hour since and I've worked as I ought. 2997|But though you've played the fool, 2997|I can't help it, I'm sure!: 2997|I'm sorry you made a fuss; 2997|I'd not have done it any more. 2997|And do not say things like that; 2997|For I can't help it I've done my duty, you see. 2997|I am the thing that I say I am, 2997|For it is that, not for love of her, 2997|Not for want of her, that I do not love her. 2997|I'm a bird at heart and she is not, 2997|She is not, I think, and I'll be bound, 2997|She is not, I think, though I am so blest, 2997|For what I really is I do not know. 2997|If you have a mistress she must have 2997|A kindly, kindly mind, and always, above all, 2997|A smile that will make men afraid, 2997|And smiles that will beguile, 2997|Though, of course, we sometimes have to try 2997|That smile and beguile. 2997|For though the maid must be right square, 2997|There's no being too fat, too wise, 2997|Or good, or good-hearted, or just, 2997|But, when you're alone, 2997|The time must come, however hard it be, 2997|When, looking calmly in his eyes, 2997|You may say: 2997|'Mebbe that's my wife, so's he! 2997|What if he's as plain as his nose is!' 2997|'Nay!' why, 'yes; that's true.' 2997|The maid must be nice and sweet. 2997|And, if he ======================================== SAMPLE 6290 ======================================== 2625|Lines which she writes _in lieu of her own penman_. 2625|_The following essay, which appears here first, is not that of 2625|any one in any art, but it is directed to a class of young 2625|Artists who are ambitious of possession. I myself have published 2625|little and often in several forms, but as the number of this kind 2625|increases as the number of years with which it is unfinished, 2625|little or anything can be said; for I can only say that it has 2625|"She is the very LILLY of the Alps." 2625|conversation. In my first years I was reading in the castle of 2625|"A LITTLE poem here at last! 2625|That will make you young again." 2625|I have been thinking a long while of a little girl, whom I first had 2625|recognition, that she is beautiful, I am not a lover, but only a 2625|partner, and she is here for a purpose. 2625|"Ah! wherefore hast thou left the field?" 2625|"So thou shalt find thy glorious Home; 2625|With it thou shalt enjoy thyself, 2625|With thyself be glad, with great joy 2625|Be happy, and be thou blest." 2625|"The world is as one vast field," 2625|"I am a leaf, and thou a plant." 2625|"Thy will be done," she answered, 2625|"Though thou be as the least speck of dust." 2625|This little child was born to me in the old, old years, 2625|And, being free and happy and full of all the sunshine, 2625|I took no care to bid her suffer, or to teach her 2625|To strive for anything through happiness's sunshine. 2625|But by and by, a thought came over her fancy, 2625|And the wild years ran over in a flood of sorrow: 2625|It came with the rising of the rose, and the dying of the 2625|rose, and the earth's burden of its golden mass: 2625|It came with the breaking of ribbon, and ring on ring of ribbon, 2625|And the child's heart beat with the pain of breaking. 2625|Oh! I have loved thee, child of mine! in many, many a way, 2625|Sweet, simple, frail, and tender, and sweet in another way, 2625|And I loved thee more and more, and thought I should love thee 2625|for ever, for the touch of thy little hand in mine; 2625|And I have thought, should this tenderness be used to make 2625|Love within the heart a sacred thing, my heart would beat 2625|a-throb with gladness for thy sake. 2625|The night is black above the blackness of the grave. 2625|Be happy; there's no need to weep, or call it misery; 2625|You may keep your dear ones as long as you will forget; 2625|But when your heart is broken, and there's a witherless, barren 2625|What can a life of misery give but peace of mind? 2625|The mirth that is born at daybreak, the jocund morning, 2625|The merry, summer morning, the early evening haze, 2625|Are mirth but of the morning kind; for though they be the guests 2625|Who live, but live not, they will make merry with the dead; 2625|And it is the part of our best life to think of our dead, 2625|In the rich night of sorrow when all hope is dead. 2625|"I hear the song of the lark," 2625|Will come to me, 2625|"He sings for ever," 2625|Will sing and come back. 2625|The night is black above the blackness of the grave; 2625|Be happy; there's no need to weep, or call it misery; 2625|You may keep your dear ones as long as you will not forget; 2625|But when your heart is broken and there is nought to laugh at, 2625|What can a life of sorrow give but peace of mind? 2625|If there's anything that I've missed lately in my love 2625|(Though I loved you last night), it's been the wrong things that you've 2625|" ======================================== SAMPLE 6300 ======================================== 37365|To the world of men, 37365|And I knew that this my life of manhood was 37365|A thing of nothing worth; 37365|That my life was but an empty name and naught, 37365|Where there is neither time nor space: 37365|And to think that my life was something more 37365|Than naught in naughtiness meant. 37365|And I cried "What am I now? 37365|That Life this all?" 37365|For nothing but this was all I knew: 37365|And this is all I bore; 37365|Naught in it--nothing is it worth: 37365|If it be naughtiness, 37365|It is not worth the while of bliss and pain 37365|I had of nothingness!" 37365|This was the tale I told to you: 37365|That this life, its beauty, and its joy, 37365|Were only empty phrases, 37365|Words that some wise man wrote 37365|To win from Nature, in an age remote, 37365|A gift that Nature might his will fulfil. 37365|And now the winter wanes; 37365|The woodlands' shadows, wan, 37365|Gather round the leaf-hung house, the hearth, 37365|And wither into shadows. 37365|The bird still flutters in the branch, 37365|And cries, and looks around; 37365|He finds no rest upon the bough, 37365|And only sighs and cries. 37365|No peace upon the housetops sleeps; 37365|The cottage-door is wide; 37365|But who comes now to bid adieu 37365|To that unquiet one? 37365|Ah me! and now the moon is bright, 37365|And I am wan and worn; 37365|But still the window-panes are blue 37365|And still the hearth-stone burns. 37365|For me the woodlands are as desert 37365|Where once I filled my youth; 37365|And only death and winter remains 37365|To torment me this night. 37365|All in the darkness, 37365|All through the night, 37365|I heard the wind whistle, whistle, 37365|The rain whisper, whisper. 37365|"I pray ye pray, bless my hands, 37365|And help my pain!" 37365|The wind whistle, whistle, 37365|The rain whisper, whisper. 37365|He had grown so big and fat 37365|He could not stay still, 37365|And the tree-tops cried, "Alas!" 37365|And the wind whistle, whistle, 37365|The rain whisper, whisper. 37365|"He will come back!" they said, 37365|And look to the right, and go 37365|For the tree-tops' help to go, 37365|And the storm whistle, whistle, 37365|The rain whisper, whisper. 37365|But he answered with a bow 37365|And looked calmly down; 37365|'Twas a kind old spirit 37365|That prayed from the storm 37365|For the help God had given, 37365|And a spirit sweet, and still, 37365|And a gentle spirit, too, 37365|And a little quiet tree. 37365|And a tree it is in a wood, 37365|Of many trees in the wood; 37365|And no one is sure to know, 37365|So all have hid in the thickets, 37365|And it never shines on a line, 37365|Nor runs across a field, 37365|With its straight and stately form, 37365|So it stands to the wind's blow, 37365|And it does not shine and play; 37365|With its short and scented stem; 37365|With its soft and yielding bark; 37365|And its thick old branches wreathing 37365|Like a tangled vine: 37365|I know its name 'isle Boney 37365|And it has grown up and down 37365|In the branches of all the trees 37365|On the branches of every hill, 37365|In the bush and the meadow-land, 37365|Along the grass and the river-beds; 37365|And I know what it is I see 37365|'T ======================================== SAMPLE 6310 ======================================== 19221|Heedless of what shall come to pass, 19221|Till one great day the ages' breath 19221|Shall bid the Future come; 19221|And he, the prince of song, who sways 19221|The harp of glory, him bewail 19221|The waste and ruin'd past: 19221|Or, but for him, the thronging hours 19221|Of busy care and grief would waste; 19221|And he, the prince of song, might share 19221|The woes of others, none but he: 19221|He, the prince of song, who sways 19221|The harp of glory, him bewail. 19221|The lute that Urbine strung 19221|Has long outlived the toil 19221|That bade him play the fool; 19221|And Urbine, he fares too well, 19221|To clutch the lute, or bring 19221|To frigid Urbine 19221|One who could rival his. 19221|O let that lute 19221|Survive his toil, his pains, 19221|Eternal be the lute, 19221|The fool and fiddler's art-- 19221|The fool and fiddler's skill! 19221|Let Urbine be l1141-522|The fool and fiddler's thrall; 19221|He, fool and fiddler, dies! 19221|I had a little more than I need to keep me busy, 19221|And far, far more than is prudent in a poor man; 19221|So, having everything, except a mind and a stout heart, 19221|I put everything into my poor man's hands. 19221|Thou, who hast turned from the noble arts of war, 19221|The toils of, and the dangers of;-- 19221|Come to the mountains, come to the deserts hoar, 19221|Come with me, and be thine. 19221|I have been rich, I have been poor, in the course 19221|Of many sleepless hours, many a midnight hour, 19221|Many a midnight hour; 19221|And, by my faith, I have been happy, I know, 19221|Though I have been poor in the best order. 19221|And thou wilt have something of that heavenly state, 19221|I pray thee, if thou wilt, at the best, 19221|If thou wilt, at the worst, 19221|To make thy heart contented be the place 19221|Where the poor poor are not. 19221|And if thou hast the gift of nature's art, 19221|Thine be the heart which God hath given thee: 19221|Nature's hand, not man's, shall fashion thee, 19221|Man never having lived; all things shall be 19221|Conceived of in thee; all is thine own, 19221|What thou hast, the more will thou have; what man 19221|Wast thou of every thing? If nature gave 19221|Thee all things that men ask, thou must be rich; 19221|If not, thou must be poor indeed. 19221|And man in all things ask a blessing most: 19221|Wast thou aught? Thou shalt be blessed; hast thou 19221|Strips of a desert, or snowdrops pale 19221|On the verge of winter mists with thirst 19221|That never shall be slaked? 19221|Then take of me, O thou unjust! 19221|Take of me thy wretchedness, 19221|Because I care not for thee; for thee 19221|I have no riches to give. 19221|Therefore for thee I cannot live: 19221|So I can only pray. 19221|_The poet's Wife._ 19221|He is a fool, and yet a better fool 19221|Will ever make his thousand swallows 19221|Of idle words and vain debate 19221|Make up for lost time in the weary hours 19221|Of even-song. 19221|As one whose thoughts have lost the way 19221|And come upon a forgotten street 19221|Where nothing else but distant lamps grow white, 19221|Hast thou any joy when thou dost walk 19221|Back by this road the stranger's ghost doth haunt? 19221|Say, have I not some cause to be ======================================== SAMPLE 6320 ======================================== 2619|And, like a child that wets his eyes 2619|At sultry noons in summer weather, 2619|I watch the sun and wish the sky 2619|Was clear, the grasses still, and still the sea. 2619|You look so small, so huggèd small, 2619|And think of things that one should do 2619|And do it very slight, yet, 2619|As if it were the smallest tree 2619|That ever yet could support a boat. 2619|My little boat it is, a wheelbarrow, 2619|For I in this dark, damp alley way 2619|Am forced to ply my task intent. 2619|The sun in heaven has lit a fire, 2619|Wherein I sit or boil or freeze, 2619|As heats the northern woods in spring. 2619|The fires of heaven in my path appear, 2619|To heat me through, though all around 2619|Are barren, ugly, gloomy space. 2619|I sit until my toil is done: 2619|The cold wind blows and chill November falls. 2619|All day my housewife murmurs: "Weary, 2619|Or you will have to go to bed! 2619|There is no work to get your daily bread; 2619|Let's keep the warm to heat your house." 2619|My housewife, weary, hungry, cries, 2619|"But cold will it be in the night, 2619|If even then the sun could warm you!" 2619|Winter storms and winters later, 2619|Still I keep awake to wait 2619|For warm, bright sunshine still to break 2619|Through the gloomy clouds and snow, 2619|Until autumn comes of sunshine and laughter. 2619|"I am hungry, little housewife, 2619|I have been so long in a house, 2619|Such food and so much care entailed, 2619|But I must go! 2619|I must go, 2619|I have been so careful, 2619|But that food it was so much 2619|Which I got. 2619|I must go, 2619|I have been so worried, 2619|But the snow has given me 2619|Much work. 2619|I must go, 2619|I have been so lonely, 2619|I should have been toiled for, 2619|I think. 2619|I have had food and care, 2619|But now' 2619|Heaven forbid, I must eat 2619|That which I have been eating! 2619|I have been very kind to you, 2619|But I dare not tell you to go; 2619|How can you hope to be 2619|Your father's friend? 2619|I have been kind and safe. 2619|But here's the change: 2619|He will betray me, 2619|Pierce my breast with a knife, 2619|Nor fear I then 2619|I could withstand him, 2619|The man who has been good! 2619|Then where shall I go to? 2619|I must now forego my claim, 2619|And bear your son's disgrace. 2619|He who is just to you: 2619|And the least kind: 2619|And most kind indeed-- 2619|Have a father's friendship. 2619|And he is just to me: 2619|He is just and true 2619|In the sight of Heaven; 2619|He will have me bear 2619|The child of shame and sin! 2619|When we first met, you seemed so 2619|Fresh and sweet,-- 2619|The very flowers, the grass, 2619|The birds seemed fair; 2619|But, ah! that life was not 2619|For very long. 2619|Ah, soon its sunny hours 2619|Are over, soon its raining hours 2619|Will come again; 2619|Soon, too soon, your happy hours 2619|Will disappear; 2619|Your flowers will wither and die; 2619|Soon, too soon, your flowers will die: 2619|Your flowers, your sweetest hours, 2619|With their own sweets are over: 2619|The rain is on the head and fields, 2619|The ======================================== SAMPLE 6330 ======================================== 17448|For the sake of the maid-call 17448|Who has been to a bridal, and they won't be a-fishing 17448|When they see the fisher go. 17448|We have sinnin' a niver talk o' fairin' to the maid of my dear! 17448|Niver talk; we'll just daff the fairin', so's to boot, or I a dactyl! 17448|Our mither is fair, but my dear mither is the fairest of all! 17448|She'll dye you white and red, if ye'll but hear her prayin' sae sair; 17448|For her prayin' sae sair is dactyl, whate'er's a-sailin' in the sea! 17448|Ye'll see her in spring again, or till the cauld twilight's away; 17448|For the sake o' that maid-call, I dare na be the sordidliest man! 17448|O! 'tis but just the thinkin' o' her misspent, lost auld Schuler be'ind 17448|Of all the brides I've got, O! that maid is my very first! 17448|Sic ane as I ken the bonnie lass o' Doon sae kythe to woo, 17448|Nif du as I lo'e, why, the lass o' Leith's o' my ain dear Jesse! 17448|O! wha 'll buy my han' for just ae bit o' the die? 17448|Nif du I've bought my han' in a' a' hour o' the day! 17448|Ye may gang hame whaur ye list, as I'll buy the same frae me, 17448|But ye'll not get ma masthead ornaments ornaments like that, 17448|And I could hae a thought as I glame--a thought as I glame-- 17448|Some things may ne'er be put behind me, as I could hae a mind! 17448|So let them gang by e'en as they will, or e'en as I may, 17448|And see ye come to Branksome-cross at the bend o' the track. 17448|It was my plan, my plan to get up there on the Downs-- 17448|To get up there on the Downs where a' is bein' scant; 17448|We got a' there on yon ridge, and a' thing up in a bin, 17448|And then I look'd wi'al as it fell deep in my chalk, 17448|And e'en as I cast it the caracole was singin' goun. 17448|Aye, and I could hear the little monstraugh, singin' far and near, 17448|Though the sun was dim wi' tipt ears on the hoofs of the van; 17448|A few maunderin' roughs that were callin' on the crest, 17448|And the green peat bour on by the house o' Auchinbow: 17448|And then I knew that we'd get our hopes up on the crest, 17448|And that the deil may get his though in't for nevermore. 17448|The belted shoon that I'd got for the ride o' the hills, 17448|I set it on as I mount'd and flang it abune; 17448|I'd niver got on ere I set on the dusky hills, 17448|And that was the reason why I took the fall! 17448|For I wasna there to daunder, but just to ride right on, 17448|And the fool that was I donna knaw ilk thing; 17448|And so I took the licht on the craturin' road, 17448|It was the best man an' worst man that I saw by a'! 17448|The first o' my breists was abune mair than the last, 17448|I'd put an auld man to shame nae whit! 17448|'Twas the tane o' my belted shoon that I fell on the downs, 17448|Sae I was nae dailin' to fall on the downs! 17448|It was the same as it was in first I kend, 17448|In first I kend, just the same as it was, but better; 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 6340 ======================================== 3160|In the wide waste of the burning air, 3160|Hear, oh! hear the song! and feel the power 3160|Of passion; and remember all; 3160|To me (to thee in later years) 3160|The song is sweet: the gods, forsooth! 3160|A man of lofty soul, of fame, 3160|And high renown! to all he shines. 3160|But these, to my regret, are lost." 3160|Thus she with tears, and sighs and sighs, 3160|The tears that flowed from love for me: 3160|With that, the nymph, too quick to weep, 3160|Spoke swift, and quickly spoke and said: 3160|"In every other spot that hears 3160|The voice of pain, thou deign'st to roam, 3160|O say, what feelings are allayed, 3160|In the blotted out record heard, 3160|When thou from other scenes of men 3160|Arriv'st, that here the song is wrought? 3160|From the deep pain of passionate thought, 3160|With thy mournful song, O say, descend! 3160|By all the gods my fate, my love, 3160|My name, my name is now forgot." 3160|A sudden silence, like a shroud, 3160|Dim through the flow of tears, ensued, 3160|Till, like a fire that turns away 3160|The sun, Eumaeus saw her stand, 3160|With all the nymphs of joy unsought: 3160|The goddess, with an air serene, 3160|Thus spoke; and smiling thus replied, 3160|"My native country, Pallas spune 3160|My footsteps through these woody bounds: 3160|The song of Phoebus, sung to praise, 3160|I would pursue with pleasure now; 3160|But when the nymphs that please the ear, 3160|My praise of all things sing, behold, 3160|I bend my ears and I refuse." 3160|"O goddess-born! (they answer'd one, 3160|And the fair maid, she thus begun) 3160|Thou shalt with joy be heard to greet 3160|The well-built temple's proud frontlet raised; 3160|When all have paid the orator's fee, 3160|And the dead god, in memory, bade 3160|That this dome all round expand, 3160|With rich pavilions to the skies, 3160|The nymphs to lead the living dame: 3160|Thy form the nimble nymphs pursue 3160|For ornament on the green recess. 3160|The maid that thou with arts hast pleased, 3160|A beauteous widow, nymph in grace, 3160|To me the nymph and her dead lord, 3160|And all the guests, shall with delight be found. 3160|Go then, thy god in this thy task perform; 3160|'Tis mine to serve thee in the grove: 3160|Be the palace, and the couch, and feast, 3160|As best I may, a tribute pay: 3160|The nymph shall be thy love at home; 3160|I take the charge of the fair dame. 3160|Away with her, the world's loud chatter! 3160|The last farewell from thee is mine." 3160|The chief had ended, and her eyes 3160|With tears of pity blest the skies. 3160|Then with a sudden step she stood, 3160|And thus to Pallas lowly said: 3160|"O most illustrious goddess high! 3160|(Thus while her eyes and thoughts with joy shine) 3160|The nymph that now I may not see, 3160|The nymph is with me, and the bliss 3160|Is mine, my joy is in my eyes, 3160|And all the gods my pleasure praise: 3160|O goddess high, my guardian power! 3160|Away with the nymph that love is thine. 3160|A way more tedious is not; 3160|Yet to the nymph I will pursue; 3160|For this I feel an ardour like 3160|The god's irresistible fire, 3160|And as I love her less and less, 3 ======================================== SAMPLE 6350 ======================================== 1365|His friends are all gone homeward, 1365|The people toil for nothing, 1365|The old man, deathless in wisdom, 1365|Rays round in a circle of glory, 1365|In the earth he will rest forever! 1365|"A child should never leave its nurturing mother, 1365|Nor a bird go its way unmonitored: 1365|But let me speak a word with caution: 1365|When you meet another lover, 1365|Think of what the two of you will say 1365|When later, together, together, 1365|You gather to greet each other! 1365|"No one knows, until you tell him, 1365|Save those two of you and yourself, 1365|Of the many things to which you will grow; 1365|But think of one thing only, only! 1365|The secret of your friendship for me, 1365|Your beauty, yours, and yours alone! 1365|"And how you will make the most of it, 1365|Think of the years that you will spend 1365|In a new marriage, child-long-born, 1365|In a new family, child-sister, 1365|In the love of children, after me! 1365|But remember, when you meet another, 1365|When you hear another's kiss, 1365|It is only a breath of the perfume strong 1365|And fragrant lingers in the air!" 1365|I took him in my hands, and said, "We meet 1365|In the land where the great winds perish; 1365|But let me tell you of his mother's face, 1365|And his white hair blowing in the sea!" 1365|We met him in the street of Aar, 1365|In the hall of Thorold noble; 1365|We met him at the table under the tree, 1365|And the roof of the roof fell from us, 1365|And we buried the Baggage of Baggifer 1365|Under Aar. 1365|We heard beneath our feet the tread 1365|Of the Baggage of Baggifer, 1365|Heard the sound of the vaulted roof 1365|Rippling down to the earth; 1365|We saw the last green leaf of the vine 1365|Grow round the coffin of Sir Gorm. 1365|But not a word of our story 1365|Was ever spoken more, 1365|Under the winds that whistled and shivered, 1365|Under the rains that drenched 1365|The highlands, and the sea-rocks riven 1365|And the winds and the sea-waves trampled; 1365|For it was but the dead's tale told, 1365|That he had been a hunter, 1365|A hunter from a far countrée 1365|In Arcturus, where the highlands 1365|Are rich in the lily and the violet. 1365|It was in a country to the south 1365|That a good fisher came from Europe; 1365|He was clad in a coat of tan, 1365|And the hair on his temples braided 1365|And he had a slender reed in his hand, 1365|Which he used not to strain. 1365|And he stood beside his boat, 1365|And he said to us, "Behold the face 1365|Of the Lady of the Lake, 1365|That we have saved for ages yet; 1365|And we cannot tell whether she be young, 1365|Or old, or something in between. 1365|"She is sitting in a hollow tree, 1365|Beside a little river of stone, 1365|That stands between the stone and river 1365|As still as the banks of a bowl. 1365|"She has tossed her weeds since early morning, 1365|And I have seen her from early dawn, 1365|In this very house beneath the porch, 1365|I have seen her from early dawn." 1365|He spoke not, but from out his pocket 1365|There came forth a locket of stone; 1365|Which he laid on the table bare, 1365|Then opened the clasp, and saw therein 1365|A gilded bevy of pearls. 1365|The Lady of the Lake opened it; 1365|She did look upon the ======================================== SAMPLE 6360 ======================================== 15370|An' aye was aye bawbee and squint 15370|When they went to t' ole town. 15370|'Cause that's where t' ole men did come, 15370|An' 't only makes it hard 'n' fair 15370|'Cause they couldn't mak' no fuss 15370|When they went to t' ole town. 15370|'Cause the children told when they came 15370|That when they got to t' ole town, 15370|They'd make a big fuss, an' a', 15370|An' a lot w'en they'd come an' leave 15370|An' go to t' ole town. 15370|But they never could make a fuss 15370|When they came to t' ole town, 15370|But baith w'en they wanted to and needed to, 15370|They'd all make a fuss now. 15370|I'd like t' ole folk to come an' be 15370|Till they made t' pore ole man fall down, 15370|An' that'd be true perfection; 15370|But we can't when we'd better cuddle 15370|An' snuggle right in to t' ole town. 15370|I'm tired o' t' ole town, an' all the dear, 15370|An' the ole folks is nice-like, an' quiet like; 15370|But the moults is kind o' increased to w'ile, 15370|I've come by moulting to-day. 15370|I was sick o' howver an' the like, 15370|In early summer time, 15370|I mowned all t' trees an' all t' bushes an' all t' lads, 15370|"Oh dear!" I cryd. 15370|It's sich he can't get his moults lower'd; 15370|That's the way I wish I could, 15370|An' to think that I' moul divided out 15370|By the same boy. 15370|No! I'll be free of all t' fancies they can get, 15370|An' what I can't get won't get get;-- 15370|The ole boy won't be a-liegin' around for me, 15370|I'll a-learn to crow. 15370|I'll be a-lively a-goin' in an' among 15370|What's there upon earth yit; 15370|My feet can run after the hoe, or ride 15370|The ox-turning press. 15370|Oh, I'm sure they'll be moulting me the grace 15370|That I 'm a-goin' to be-- 15370|A-lively a-goin' to be; 15370|I'll be as a man who has been 'wayth through, 15370|An' an' a-lively a-goin' to be. 15370|"They've just a little ole woman in the church, 15370|Who's called the house up the ole churchman called-- 15370|A poor little, little, little woman, that was." 15370|An' so I did, 15370|An' I didn't think much of it, an' saw 15370|A-livin' was sweet. 15370|Oh, well, you know, 15370|I never got sich a feeling from it 15370|As I'd 'eard 'em tell. 15370|But it's moulting me; an' t' main reason it's 15370|So great a drain upon, 15370|An' I'm a-goin' to be-- 15370|A-lively a-goin' to be; 15370|I'll learn to crow. 15370|I'll be a-lively a-goin' to be, 15370|In all the ways I don't understand; 15370|I'll be a-goin' to help my mother, 15370|Bein' she don't get up without me. 15370|I'll be a-lively a-goin' to be, 15370|In all the ways I don't understand; 15370|The only thing I cannot understand 15370|Is what I'm a-doing. ======================================== SAMPLE 6370 ======================================== 26333|That night a strange voice cried from the other side 26333|Of the churchyard: "You are condemned!" 26333|He had but just then turned 26333|And looked back upon the moonlit road, 26333|And the night road again,-- 26333|Again the cold, wet, silent air was filled 26333|With the wild, discordant sound! 26333|But through his pulses a mighty bound 26333|Of pitying love was kept, 26333|For his wife's sake. She was so weak and old-- 26333|And she was Christian once. 26333|The music in his soul was stirred 26333|No more by that low cry, 26333|But by the clear, clear gleam of her eyes, 26333|And the soft, moonlighted air. 26333|And he did not speak, he did not stir, 26333|For all his love was spent. 26333|He lay like some tall ship that sinks 26333|Upon the deep blue sea, 26333|But no one heeded the dying flame 26333|Which blazed in her dying eyes. 26333|For the high tide of passion swept 26333|All apart, and left them numb 26333|In an utter peace, as though death were but 26333|A passing dream. 26333|But he did not learn her fate,-- 26333|For a voice whispered in his ear: 26333|"The people of your native land, 26333|"Have found you out; and they have bound 26333|"Your murderer, and he shall be tried 26333|"And punished sorely." 26333|Then slowly, slowly, slowly he bent 26333|His weary head, 26333|Sought in his heart a Christian's right, 26333|And slowly died,--a dying name. 26333|I heard her singing 26333|When the wind was warm, 26333|And the leaves were soft and wet; 26333|While in my lane there sat 26333|A red-cheek'd, crimson-lipp'd 26333|Little Bea at her side. 26333|I heard her singing 26333|When the wind was low, 26333|And the nightingale patted 26333|Her little brown forehead. 26333|When the wind blew drearily 26333|From the end of the day, 26333|I let it wander by 26333|And forgot it was her. 26333|When the tempest blew wild 26333|In the night through screen, 26333|I knew she was fair and sweet, 26333|Though she blush'd with the rain. 26333|But the storm at her side 26333|Put on a sudden smile, 26333|And the nightingale patted 26333|Little Bea's ivory throat. 26333|When I was lost in Wales, far, far away, 26333|Whither they'd send me, and they'd send me home-- 26333|Altho', where I am--I hardly knew, 26333|And I'm sorry I came to live with them 26333|Whither they'd sent me, because--I'm no -- 26333|I'm no what?--yes, a lady--yes, a maid? 26333|And I --A--m--ned? Ah, why --just one? 26333|And I--went! Oh, I want me to go away 26333|In the same room. 26333|And my room?--a small apartment--yes, a bed; 26333|And the same clothes I wear, but on the dresser; 26333|A candle, too, and a fairy mirror. 26333|And a flute-voice, if it's very fine: 26333|I'm a--G----d! ah! a--m--ned! a--m, too, _sous!-- 26333|_Le je suis lait!_ I know, too, your name, 26333|Your voice; but what have I done with you? 26333|Ah, I _can_ not; ah, I want you more, 26333|With roses on your lip; and you've made me shamed 26333|To be yourself; and I must let you go, 26333|And all the rest will settle down to be. 26333|You're a child; your heart knows nothing of love, 26333|Nay, love, ======================================== SAMPLE 6380 ======================================== 1280|And we went back together. 1280|_Here's a picture of their graves._ 1280|THEY are resting at their graves, 1280|But in their graves is no flower, 1280|For this is the grave of the soldier men, 1280|and this is the grave of the women, 1280|The grave of the men was like a valley: 1280|A valley of shadow, 1280|A shadow of valleys 1280|Where the clouds and the trees came down, 1280|And it hurt the valley, 1280|And their souls came back, and the soul of man; 1280|And the people was tired with the war; 1280|And they gathered in a lodge together 1280|And they prayed to the Lord to put men in it. 1280|He put them in it, 1280|And they fought to their hearts' content 1280|In the glory of victory 1280|And the glory of victory, 1280|And their souls came back, and the soul of man. 1280|And this was the story of their sleep: 1280|"It was a black, and the night was dark, 1280|And we never slept beyond the morning; 1280|But we dreamed of sleep, 1280|And that was all the sleep we dreamed of: 1280|And we dreamed of sleep" 1280|THE sun went up in a shroud 1280|Last night in the forest. 1280|The green trees rose up from the ground 1280|As if to the sky, 1280|And they spoke together 1280|As if they were going to shout out, 1280|"Hail, thou beautiful sky! 1280|And every tree 1280|That grows in the forest 1280|Shout, ho! for thee!" 1280|But the wind has been here 1280|All night long in the forest, 1280|But it has blown over the tree 1280|In its shroud of death. 1280|The red leaves quiver, 1280|And the branches groan; 1280|The red leaves lie on the ground 1280|Dying 1280|As if they were dying of cold; 1280|And the trees stand idly by 1280|In the forest in death, 1280|The trees without a voice 1280|Staring, 1280|In the forest in death. 1280|The wind has been here 1280|Through the night in the forest, 1280|But it has blown over the tree 1280|In its shroud of death. 1280|Now the tree is silent 1280|And the leaves curl up in death, 1280|And the birds are gone, 1280|And the tree is silent now 1280|In the forest in death. 1280|I HEARD of the old days--the years of 1280|God and Nature--and all the old songs 1280|That I had heard for so long and often, 1280|When I was child and they were singing, 1280|Came to me at last and drew me to them. 1280|They were songs of God like other songs-- 1280|But more beautiful. 1280|I HEARD of the old days when I stood at 1280|the window and watched the gray March clouds 1280|Clump up the sky and drift across the 1280|river, 1280|And in the distance far into the distance 1280|the leaves lay sleeping, 1280|Sleeping soft as a sleeping star, 1280|And the sun came out and shone and called the 1280|woods into their glory and awoke the 1280|hush. 1280|I HEARD of the old times when all the earth 1280|was young, and the world was filled with 1280|happiness and gladness. 1280|I HEARD of the old, old days. 1280|And I felt that all of these things were 1280|properly mine. 1280|But when I was brought up here I found 1280|my heritage no longer worthy 1280|my memory to cherish. 1280|And I knew that it was a waste of the 1280|best gifts of God 1280|To make me a captive of the times then on my 1280|block. 1280|And then I heard of the end of the world 1280|And heard the bells ring ======================================== SAMPLE 6390 ======================================== 2130|From the earth he takes his flight, 2130|And in silence waits for his sweetheart at last. 2130|Then on the earth the young men and maidens all 2130|Whose love for them was pure and tender stand; 2130|The fair and the foul, and the young and old 2130|Come to a long farewell from the happy shore! 2130|The youth, who had loved her a whole week past 2130|When he first chanced to tire, 2130|Turns to her then, his reverent kiss upon 2130|Her hair's bright crown of gold. 2130|Ah! what a heavy blow for such a hope! 2130|And she, in her own heart's depths, 2130|Puts forth some tender prayer for this last week 2130|And her dear, true lover's child! 2130|The man of the water's shore, whose breast is 2130|The sea's own Heaven, whose heart is 2130|The sea's deep heart, in whose bosom ever glows 2130|The pride of man and his strength, 2130|Is of the mighty race of the giants, 2130|Savage, ungoverned, unskill'd, 2130|Whom in the ocean-bays the sea-nymphs bore, 2130|With the strength of his limbs and the swiftness of his feet. 2130|So is it with some one of the ancient race 2130|Who in many a land-locked sea 2130|Has sought the land of promise, 2130|Sitting among the clouds, whose eyes are stars, 2130|Whom the white-faced steersman of heaven gaze on dawn and night. 2130|His name is O-Kis-ko, 2130|Of all the waves a sae bhriadan, 2130|To whose feet, with eyes upturn'd, 2130|The waters, as shews, are crown'd with snow. 2130|O-Kis-ko is a wavelet, which is fairer far 2130|Aneath the shadow of earth's home, than is fair Kip-Su. 2130|He swims on through space as do the sea and stars for fear, 2130|And he has eyes as dark as is Erebus' fire, 2130|Who is mad with love for one whom God and angels two 2130|Have made into the most terrible of monsters. 2130|But, from the ocean of her soul, which is as deep 2130|As the sea of dreams it brimmed over, there is rise 2130|A peace and joy and a perfect joy of peace 2130|Over the land of sorrow, to beat upon her heart. 2130|O-Kis-ko is the wavelet, whose hands go before 2130|A thousand ships with oary necks of silver, 2130|And sing a thousand songs and bear a thousand flowers, 2130|From his lips a song as soft as is the spring breeze. 2130|Her eyes have sweetness, and her voice a clear measure, 2130|Though not a note has left her without a song, 2130|A song to call out the souls of the saints of heaven 2130|A song to call down the stars on their heavenly way. 2130|O-Kis-ko is the wavelet, the world goes under 2130|As a river of wine flows forever before 2130|The eyes of all mankind and overflows the tongue 2130|Of godly poets and wise men in their day, 2130|Then sink like a wave of ocean when the tempest comes. 2130|His mouth the sea-flower is, and his eyes his wings, 2130|His hair in many colours, many and fair, 2130|And like the morning light over woods and plains 2130|Is his beauty, like evening's shadows over the sea. 2130|His voice is like the words of God to his own soul, 2130|That cannot say them in English or in Greek; 2130|It is soft as the voice of love that is to poor souls 2130|A sweet lullaby, the way of the wave-bearing poor. 2130|She is the wave of the ocean to all of earth, 2130|And she hears the wind and the rain and the sun, 2130|And she hears the white-faced shepherd bringing 2130|The rain to her who lies asleep in the wood, 2130|And the gentle sun ======================================== SAMPLE 6400 ======================================== 36661|The golden-brown fields which the sunlight fills, 36661|And the soft brown trees by the sea, 36661|And the sea's golden moun' that heaves and heaves 36661|In the deep stillness of the night; 36661|And the star-like moon, and the cloud-misted sky, 36661|And the wind that wanders the rose and the thorn, 36661|And the grass that grows by the shore, 36661|And the glow-worm that lights it on its way 36661|Along the line of the sea and the shore, 36661|From the dawn till the dusk. 36661|With the sun-dried fields and the sunlit sea, 36661|And the wind at its will, 36661|With the sea-smells and the rain-smells laden 36661|With nature's sweetness on each gust, 36661|From the dusk till the dawn. 36661|Then in my arms that were more dear to you 36661|Than the heart that is his in life yet; 36661|With your face so fair that I could never 36661|Take the part you gave me in death; 36661|With your lips where the warm blood was 36661|And with tears that night made my soul shine; 36661|With your soul's wild song-words and dream-words, 36661|That I heard in my dream-life's far diel, 36661|And your smile that was ever in mine eyes; 36661|With my soul in this peace-wrapped room; 36661|O, what part could I have had in your death, 36661|With your heart's sweet longing, and all 36661|The wild hopes that were ever in my eyes! 36661|She is coming, she is coming, 36661|Out of the East with the long light; 36661|With the far-off tune of the singer, 36661|Whose love shall never perish. 36661|She is coming to the West; 36661|I wait for your coming with fear, 36661|With the night-wind that shall never die. 36661|She comes not to the West, 36661|Out of the East, where the star-winds play; 36661|But the East's a star-sweet East, 36661|O song of the West, my true-love, 36661|Out of the West with her long light. 36661|The West is a land of dreams and peace, 36661|Where the night-scent falls from the sea; 36661|A land where I might be lost or glad, 36661|If you would bring the light. 36661|A land where love's own voice is heard, 36661|Where the sunset's heart is a part 36661|Of the skies' most ancient desire, 36661|Though you come not to the West. 36661|I love you, dear, for the wonder of it, 36661|Your face--a rose that a poet's hand 36661|Might lift to a heaven of star and star, 36661|For a moment; and your eyes, more dear 36661|Than all the sunshine and rain 36661|That fall upon earth; and your mouth, more sweet 36661|Than a lover's sigh: 36661|And your hair, as, at a touch of the hand 36661|That kisses it, brown as the hollyhocks, 36661|And white as the raven's wing of a bird. 36661|She turns--she turns to the West; and a star 36661|Blurs the skies; and a bird is winging aloft, 36661|And the white sea-mew comes, 36661|Calling to her from the dark,--and lies 36661|In a dream of gray. 36661|The West is a wild, wild world of flowers, 36661|And of sun and moon and sea; 36661|And the moon is a mystic song, a soul 36661|That stirs and sings 36661|All night there by the coast of the West. 36661|All night--all night, the wild West is calling; 36661|There is no song like a sigh 36661|That sweeps the soul by dream; and life's a flame 36661|With its promise of bloom. 36661|There is no song like the West; and I have said 36661|A wild and foolish thing: 36661|I ======================================== SAMPLE 6410 ======================================== 1280|And the old man did not see as he turned back to the other side. 1280|He has a great will; the other children do not do so 1280|For the joy of the whole world; they have grown up too fast, 1280|And the world has grown on them, and they must do as they are told. 1280|And the one who is old as the others is also dull. 1280|But there must be someone who has the patience to work out the 1280|little differences, 1280|Which is why I would say it is better--although I know not 1280|Which is why I would not be troubled--I would rather see you 1280|spite of all this-- 1280|And your eyes be, as they always were, kindly to me. 1280|I HAVE a house in a rich country 1280|Which I live in on a very little salary, 1280|I leave in the evening 1280|For an hour or two 1280|My work and my study, and my own garden, 1280|And my family and friends, 1280|And my garden's sun and my sweet view of the trees as they grow, 1280|For I have a soul and am strong in all my strength, 1280|And I try to be good, 1280|And give to my work 1280|Even when I can't possibly at all. 1280|Here I live in a house in a rich country, 1280|And every day, 1280|My dream and my heart and my love are the same, 1280|If anything 1280|Changed as the centuries have passed, 1280|Since I had only one, 1280|And it was built in a beautiful country 1280|Of good and bright flowers and fruit and sunshine, 1280|Where all my hopes and my joys and my hopes and my dreams come true 1280|And have never the least doubt or dread. 1280|In the days of our youth we had visions and hopes! 1280|And that's why I work day by day, 1280|And live in a dream of a house in a rich country 1280|With my family and friends, the sun and the sunbeams, 1280|And my garden and garden roses 1280|And the sweet view of the trees as they grow... 1280|And I keep always working or living 1280|And giving my heart and my soul to the work. 1280|THEY say that I am a little bird-- 1280|Yet I am one of Nature's most fearful creatures; 1280|I fear to look out of my window, 1280|And I fear to go out of the door. 1280|I'm scared of the lightning's flash, 1280|I'm really frightened of my body, 1280|And when I feel the weather coming 1280|I want to go right back to the old cellar. 1280|I fear the little branches of the elm-tree, 1280|I fear to see the spring's fullness when it is not there, 1280|And I dare not go into the kitchen, 1280|And back back out with my feet to the old cellar. 1280|The water ripples and splashes and gurgles, 1280|It rushes across the cellar floor, 1280|And through my heart, with my head under it, 1280|I watch a little stream, a blue stream, 1280|To run away and never be more at home, 1280|Back to its cellar and its dark cellar. 1280|THEY say I do not fear anything-- 1280|I do not fear a little bird, 1280|Though sometimes from the tree I feel a little stir-- 1280|So I think I should be good if I would stay, 1280|And never go out of door to go back to the old cellar. 1280|I fear not the weather, 1280|For the weather is only a book and a shadow. 1280|It is a wall that stands between me and me, 1280|And every time it changes the little bird, 1280|So I have nothing to do but look at the sky 1280|And try to remember my house in the old cellar. 1280|WELL, what do you think? 1280|Children, do not frighten the little folk, 1280|But simply talk to them and say: 1280|"Little people, we will teach you things 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 6420 ======================================== 1054|For ane may the oaken bow-tree bud. 1054|"Forbye, I am well-a-day, that thou shalt be 1054|My queen, Sir Thomas of Norwich." 1054|Thus sang the lily of the heather, 1054|Forbye, I am well-a-day, that thou wilt be 1054|My queen, Sir Thomas of Norwich, 1054|Your heart to my heart then, and my heart for thee, 1054|Weeping she did kiss and say, 1054|"Love me, love me, I shall be thy lady, 1054|And thy lady thou shalt be." 1054|And they have got a fair carronade, 1054|They walkd in a ring to the gate; 1054|But they're all asleep by the grave of the lord of the lady. 1054|And thus Sir Thomas sair unto his lady 1054|Spoke out his heart, sair unto her, 1054|When he heard her sobs and her sorrows. 1054|"What is the matter, love? what is the matter? 1054|Oh, what sairest thou about, my lady? 1054|Thy lover is dead, thy lover is dead." 1054|"O, he does lyes gude and well," quo' love. 1054|"But why does he lye by his lady? 1054|Or why sawe he e'en, and sawe he e'en?" 1054|"I heard him lye on the burn, and I heard him lye 1054|And in the waesome burn as well." 1054|"He is dead, and he lyes in the waesome burn; 1054|No, he is not, nor hath he been, 1054|Since first the heart was made alive, 1054|Since the time that the maid was born." 1054|"Thy lover is dead, and thy lover is dead. 1054|And thou must be thy lady now; 1054|And, Sir Thomas, be sure to be dead." 1054|"It is a mery morn in the brisk November, 1054|When the lark is sweet, the rose is red, 1054|And then on high the maidens bathe in the stream, 1054|With their cheeks bathed in the rain." 1054|"And I am my lady's lady now; 1054|And thou shalt be thy lady now." 1054|"O, but the king has forgotten his vows! 1054|For nevermore do his subjects bless her, 1054|Because thou hast forgot her." 1054|"O, he does lyes gude and well," quo love. 1054|"And if he did, he would not forget. 1054|And she, Sir Thomas, is so fair and so tall, 1054|I could kiss her to nought but white." 1054|"O, they've banged hands that have struck each other, 1054|And they're all angry that never were wed. 1054|There's many a wife on Loch Katrine yet." 1054|The bell on his bell ring did toll, 1054|The bells of Katrine did ring, 1054|"Now raise thy bell, and let it ring 1054|The pound and dram of ale; 1054|And the lady, she is come abroad, 1054|And they have haled the lady there. 1054|"And the lark on the burn is wet; 1054|The flower on the burn is shed, 1054|And they have cast the cup of the goblet o' the lady; 1054|And the lady is drunk to the dawter." 1054|He has made his horn full full; 1054|The water's in the well, 1054|And the lady is drunk, and her blood is bilin'. 1054|She has ta'en a white gown, 1054|And she sallied out of the house; 1054|And they have haled her to Glen Ellyn, 1054|And she's a lady yet." 1054|"Alas, my lady! my lady! my poor woman!" 1054|"O, she's so red, she's so red, 1054|And she's drunk, and they've hung her, 1054|They've hung her, hang-white, hang-yellow, 1054|For the d ======================================== SAMPLE 6430 ======================================== 15370|A-gushing out through the window-pane. 15370|"Hark to that noise!" says the Captain; 15370|"Who's there?" I cry. 15370|"It's Sir Rain, of course. A friend of the Poet's." 15370|"Oh, yes," says the Captain. 15370|Then, with a jerk, Sir Rain goes down. 15370|"What a brave old fellow," I said. 15370|"Pray what's the matter?" said the Captain. 15370|"That's the way Sir Rain doth keep it." 15370|"Why so?" says the Captain. 15370|"He shoots his bow before his gun. 15370|"What a funny little thing!" says she. 15370|"Oh, my! how do you manage it?" 15370|"Him?" says the Captain. 15370|"Why, that's what I call a good fellow. 15370|"Him?" says I. 15370|"Oh, I'm sure you are in a little trouble, 15370|But he is a brave old fellow-- 15370|The man who keeps it safe when they're a-crying." 15370|"That's the way." 15370|The Captain came from his walk. 15370|"Now you are angry with me," says he. 15370|"What--that?" I said. 15370|"And you're angry with the Captain," says he. 15370|"Well, let's see. I've a pretty eye." 15370|"Where the--the--what about?" I says. 15370|"What you've just said was--eh!" says he. 15370|"Of course it was his way to get you." 15370|"You think you're making a point?" 15370|"No, I--I don't! What I mean is--eh!" 15370|Why, I see what you mean very well," says she, 15370|"And, if it's going to make me so angry, 15370|Here is a pretty good explanation!" 15370|I'm quite sure the reason for it is," 15370|I said, "I'm getting too old for school." 15370|"No, no, I'm no aged," I said. "I'm just 15370|tired--ah me!" what I really mean is." 15370|"Why, why, old man, you must be silly," 15370|said the Captain--"and you see a school-pup 15370|doesn't make any noise when he's well fed." 15370|"Don't be silly," said the old man, smiling. "Of course 15370|it's not so strange. But it's only just 15370|possible to go to school, and get a good 15370|course of work, and get a good name, without 15370|being old." 15370|"Well, I don't like the name--I don't find any 15370|dignity about it if it means anything. 15370|"Ah, no!" said the old man; "but, you see, I'm 15370|from a noble pedigree, and I'd not like to see 15370|the name, as it stands here, become, instead of 15370|just being my own, become the name of every child 15370|who didn't have one, out there in the world!" 15370|"Ahh, no!" said the old man very mildly. "Don't be 15370|so very cross." 15370|"But the old thing's a shame!" says I. 15370|"But the name?" says he; "you wouldn't make an 15370|old man any quicker than I am." 15370|"And what would you do with the money?" says I. 15370|"What about the thing can I do with the money?" 15370|"All the name?" says he; "if it comes up as a 15370|possible thing to do." 15370|"But I'd hardly hope for it to stand for a 15370|long time. What with its old, old airs, and 15370|its great old name." 15370|"What is the thing?" says I; "and does it belong 15370|to you?" 15370|What I mean by this is, as I was saying, 15370|the name's the name of it--or rather ======================================== SAMPLE 6440 ======================================== 2491|Within thy heart; 2491|A song, not a sigh, 2491|A dream, not the dead, 2491|A shadow, a peace; 2491|I love thee, I love thee; 2491|Thou art the answer I seek. 2491|My soul that mourns thee 2491|Is faint with the weight of the years 2491|With which it was vexed then 2491|As, longing but for one moment, 2491|It clung unto thy soul 2491|To clasp it again and again; 2491|And now, as in the days 2491|Of a broken heart, 2491|My soul, alone for a moment, 2491|Weeps in memory's tear, 2491|And, all in vain, yearns 2491|For the pure light that faded then. 2491|The heart which was thy life, 2491|Is filled with the thoughts that seem 2491|As the breath of God's hand 2491|It breathes in the still night air; 2491|And all its dreams are 2491|The dreams of a bright, strange dream, 2491|Of the soul that is so strong and free 2491|And the dreams that are but vain and dim; 2491|And now, as in memory's night, 2491|It sighs in its own dream 2491|Of the soul that must dwell 2491|In a dream, but may but dwell 2491|In its own dim shadow. 2491|"O heart," the angel said, 2491|"Be comforted! 2491|Thou hast been saved, and thy soul 2491|Is glad and bold with God's grace; 2491|Thou never shalt see that face again 2491|That was dear, and that was dear; 2491|Thou shalt not once more behold again 2491|Thy home, thy loved, and thy true home. 2491|Then, all in the dark of night 2491|With the pale glimmer of night's darkness, 2491|Thy soul shall be filled with light; 2491|Then, all in the glad light of morn, 2491|Thou shalt wake up, pure as snow, 2491|With the peace of God's light. 2491|Then, all in the bright light of morning, 2491|Thou shalt sing to the sun; 2491|No shade, no shadow--no darkness 2491|But grace that lightens and fills thee. 2491|Then, all in the blessed light of morn, 2491|Thou shalt lay thee at God's feet, 2491|And say, the soul that is saved 2491|Hath risen risen to God's throne." 2491|The spirit was weak as a weak child, 2491|The heart was tired of its sorrow; 2491|He saw the shadows move over land and sea. 2491|The heart was sick with its pain and its woes; 2491|The spirit was weary with its strife; 2491|He was tired of death and the living woes. 2491|"It's well for the poor and the old 2491|That I am so old and free, 2491|To be the leader of a great, free band. 2491|The poor man--they shall be free." 2491|He stood on a throne of cloud, 2491|And the spirit held him fast; 2491|He was the ruler of a mighty, great, free band. 2491|"Now shall they go forth and strike 2491|At the foe that is strong and great; 2491|And if God will be true 2491|They shall march to the battle's brink, 2491|With the sword and the shield to guard, 2491|And the faith and the courage meet 2491|That his promise shall fulfill 2491|At God's voice and his behest." 2491|His eye was bright as the gleam 2491|Of a golden throne above; 2491|His voice was the song of the evening breeze: 2491|"O, the world is glad to be in tune; 2491|"With the joy of the woods and the peace of the sea, 2491|With the harmony of birds' notes that ring, 2491|And the music of waters' songs that sing. 2491|"O, the world is glad to be in tune; 2491|And the day is coming the world ======================================== SAMPLE 6450 ======================================== 8187|_I_ can find out in them their best parts, 8187|And now I'll tell thee, my dear, 8187|I'd have them do my bidding, if I could see the use of it. 8187|How happy are they who in their youthful days, 8187|In the happy light of their noble mirth, 8187|Have loved with a love that's pure and eternal; 8187|Who, all their life-time, in the sports of youth, 8187|Have trod the fields of joy in youth or sport at will,-- 8187|Who have loved the earth and the sky like angels, 8187|The stars, the light,--the magic light of a soul 8187|Like their own, and never, never let grief, 8187|That dark and silent brother of pleasure, 8187|Pass by in its dark and stilly guise-- 8187|But _thee_, dear God! who can tell what pain, 8187|When life's play times are all over for a while, 8187|Could tempt thee, for a love as tender and deep 8187|To linger here, and nevermore see it dim, 8187|Lest, in the morning, ere a minute's play, 8187|It should vanish completely from thine eyes!-- 8187|Then, dear God! if these words thou wouldst give me, 8187|Now, here's the first line of it,--there's more yet! 8187|Then, dear God!--I'll think it a true thing 8187|To love the man I only love in game. 8187|There's that about thee, my God; a soul, 8187|So very noble, yet light and tender, 8187|That seems, even now, some star of mine, 8187|Which, shining in the midst of the storm, 8187|Could shine no longer, while the storm did break;-- 8187|Whose noble name will be known to the skies 8187|Ere long, in its lightest and gentlest form, 8187|To shine a light on another's misery! 8187|There is that which makes the hearts of the fair, 8187|At the first smile of Beauty, all on fire; 8187|But--my heart within me! there's something 8187|Which makes it burn so dimly when she smiles; 8187|I've felt the warm blood of thy cheek 8187|Gushing to mine,--but, oh, it needs not now-- 8187|There are other things more worth my while; 8187|And, tho' my heart's as yet darkly stirred, 8187|I've watched thee all day through, till past the dark; 8187|While all about, the lovely scene 8187|Had thrilled to a rapture that seemed to be. 8187|Thou art not so unlike Miss Susan, 8187|And, tho' thou'rt fairer, the deeper I knew 8187|The more I gazed at thy lovely face, 8187|I felt a pang of envy, as soon 8187|As I thought of the chance that was lost 8187|To both of us, if we lost that other. 8187|Still, _twice_ as fine, as beautiful 8187|I'd give all the world to look at thee; 8187|To _once_, I'd _twice_ see thee _before_, 8187|But oh! my love is not yet born, 8187|And tho' I can't see that bright cheek, 8187|I _see_ that heart within it throbbing, 8187|In short, it's _not_ a bliss to be _there_, 8187|Oh, how could I--I _could_ have a _heart_ 8187|Like thine, for the world to _see_ too! 8187|As to the _head_, my pretty creature, 8187|_There is no Glory_ can equal thy power; 8187|And _not_ in the art of a moment 8187|To break thy proud heart's chain is thine ambition. 8187|So, my dear creature, thou art all at once 8187|The fairest and the best of the fair; 8187|A glance from thee makes all the rest known, 8187|And a smile from thee brightens the whole; 8187|And tho' thy beauty's infinite, 8187|Yet thy charms can make ======================================== SAMPLE 6460 ======================================== 23665|Who always keeps on his feet; 23665|I see the great-eyed mother of all in her cot in the west, 23665|But you never meet the little boy or the girl! 23665|How happy is my child and my husband, 23665|When he smiles, or laughs, or swears, 23665|Or prays, or dances, and goes to his rest 23665|At break of day, 23665|In his bed without a fuss; 23665|Or has a fair wind, or has no wind, 23665|Or is a friend of his father or mother, 23665|And still at his feet! 23665|Happy is the little child that he is not afraid, 23665|But dares not run across the meadow at play, 23665|Or run to the pine tree, or to the bright sky, 23665|But comes and sits by his father, alone, 23665|And sleeps at his feet. 23665|Happy is the little child that is not afraid 23665|Of evil from any uncle or nanny, 23665|Of thunder from the beaver, or darkness from storm, 23665|But dares to run to his father's side, 23665|And to his knees in prayer. 23665|These are the happiest of all; 23665|But the poor creature that hath never a friend, 23665|The man that is a stranger to all that is good, 23665|Is the surest of all, 23665|That ever he did see. 23665|Ah, but it's a long while, I know, 23665|Before the child is safe from all evil, 23665|And safe from sorrow, 23665|But never the child returns! 23665|I sometimes think, when I'm with poor children, 23665|That death, like an angel, is hovering round, 23665|And is holding the little one down to play, 23665|To laugh and look and love. 23665|How often through the rainy weather, 23665|To comfort poor mother and nurse, 23665|As she sits on her couch in the dark home, 23665|The child in his arms, I'll raise, 23665|And whisper, "Let the man with the baby 23665|Come and take him away!" 23665|All night I say, and all night long, 23665|At bed-board and cheer-board, 23665|"Father, the man with the baby, 23665|Father, the man with the baby, 23665|All safely in my arms!" 23665|When o'er the night I've softly crept, 23665|Or softly crept on the wing, 23665|And when I've found him in my tracks, 23665|He's safe, if I but watch him, 23665|Safe, if I see him not, at least, 23665|As far as reach can see him. 23665|I've heard the far-off sound of a welcome 23665|And heard the low-breathed whistle, 23665|I've heard the happy voice of a babby, 23665|While he fed his baby upon his knee. 23665|He took him with a joyous kiss, 23665|And soon he's asleep and warm, 23665|Or on his couch, with his pretty face 23665|I've just had time to laugh at his fright. 23667|The Sun, he's out, and his rays are as golden 23667|As the clouds of the skies; 23667|To me no shadow their brightness is telling 23667|Or their fiery colours. 23667|I look on his pale beams with a grieved conscience, 23667|While the clouds of the sky, in the shade of the prairie, 23667|Are darker than night, 23667|Or the day, as all that they give is receiving. 23667|Their splendour must be lessened and less shining, 23667|That this sun that shines so brightly in my breast, 23667|Is more dark than my heart. 23667|The cold air in the fields is chilly; 23667|The snow has fallen in great flakes; 23667|I hear the sad wind sighing 23667|Around the woods and rocks; 23667|The snow is falling as it falls in the morning, 23667|In the morning of April Fools; 23667|And the hills are white with snow; 23667|The ======================================== SAMPLE 6470 ======================================== 30659|For I know who made the mould, 30659|My own proud self, and it is you. 30659|I was weary of it all in the light; 30659|I was weary of the crowds and the sound; 30659|O why were the joys so drear, 30659|O why did I not set sail on the sea 30659|And voyage with all the rest? 30659|I was weary of the cold, 30659|And the loud, harsh music of the gale; 30659|And Love made strange banters there 30659|That I could not understand. 30659|O but there were comrades on the sea 30659|And comrades on my deck, 30659|And the dear God that guided all the rest 30659|Was a dear father to me. 30659|I am old and weary and I go my ways 30659|But my soul is ever in Thee; 30659|For Thou art elder and my strength is weak 30659|And my youth is dim, O Greater! 30659|Thy waters are the sea and Thee our king 30659|And we take the old ship sailing: 30659|The men are waxen and the women are dead 30659|But the old ship is the same that went a-sailing 30659|And the same that no man knows where. 30659|So old it is that they will never know 30659|If they never stooped and kissed Thee where they fell, 30659|Where Thou wert lying 30659|On a strange little isle 30659|In a strange, strange clime,-- 30659|In a cave in the sun-blanched sand: 30659|But they'll know and they'll miss Thee, the same 30659|If they leave this shell of clay 30659|By the side of some lost, sunken shore, 30659|Or cast this claymore in the sea, 30659|And cast it in the isle. 30659|The sea is the sea and the sea is Thee, 30659|The world is the world yet dost remember Thee, 30659|And the sea-mew wonders still are flocking 30659|From the sand-hills east of England 30659|To the lonely isle of Gosh 30659|Where the sea-gulls call and cry, 30659|And the fishers bring their nets and nets 30659|From Gosh unto Houri: 30659|And the sea-mews flutter overhead 30659|And the sea-gulls call and cry, 30659|And the fishers bring their nets and nets 30659|Ever to Gosh. 30659|With a heart that is strong, a hand that is brave, 30659|And a soul that is light as a feather, 30659|The King of the Sea he made Gosh an island there, 30659|And laid white bones for his children to play with, 30659|In the sand-hills east of England. 30659|The sea is the sea and the sea is Thee, 30659|And the world is the world yet dost remember Thee, 30659|And of Gosh the old sea-bird still clings to his nest 30659|In the white sand-dunes of Houri. 30659|In the red sunset all over the world, 30659|In the blue sky near Houri, 30659|There is one land only that I know 30659|And that I love; 30659|It is the land where the sea-gulls call, 30659|And the fishers bring their nets, and call 30659|And bring them home. 30659|In the red sunset all over the world, 30659|In the blue sky near Houri, 30659|But one word--O the sea is fair to-night, 30659|And the sea-gulls call and cry, 30659|And there are houses under the sea, 30659|With houses under the sea, 30659|And a road to the east, and a road 30659|To the east, and roads everywhere, 30659|And the road to the east, and a road 30659|As far as memory's desire, 30659|A highway of the sea; 30659|On the road to the east there is a road 30659|To the east, and a road that is wide, 30659|The road that ======================================== SAMPLE 6480 ======================================== 8793|Hath this ornament, whose proper name is Time, 8793|As well for him, as me, who hast enjoin'd 8793|On my remembrance past and future praise. 8793|And he, whose name is darkening even myself, 8793|Follows, as the day-star follows its own beam, 8793|The fiery orb, that up thedeep is driven; 8793|And every sane inhabitant among 8793|Its adopted guide. Who else must fail, 8793|Than he, who tie the present hour to past, 8793|Fail not to see the shade, that in the light 8793|Of his own genius shows him at his noon? 8793|One morn beheld I in a crowd on earth, 8793|E'en these my peers from jurisdiction low; 8793|A younger brother dress'd, and of more high 8793|Constance: in the haughtiest troop were known 8793|Both Law, and Just, and Art. How jocund wreath'd 8793|Each brow! how glow'd the crest, which Feminist 8793|In her ire against vulgar wit! Each hand 8793|How mightily did lawless applause that cuell 8793|To Martial's and to Batavia's lines! 8793|O Muse, all arm'd, engage with lively art 8793|The moral and the chronological ages; 8793|Describe what kings were, and how they were slain, 8793|What sciences flourish, and what arts decay! 8793|Not everything to understand fully, 8793|As men do, can please us; much the while 8793|Our reason sleeps concealed in God's good books. 8793|Ye also, whom the slumbers of the past 8793|Stay hovering, and whose duty is to find 8793|The wit, the memory, and the preservation 8793|Of former days, as best relates our need, 8793|In these sad times, revive your virtue, or, 8793|If you deny yourselves to find it, speak 8793|Weakness or ignorance of it again. 8793|Whatsoever thing from hence we call time, 8793|A momentary frame remains on us; 8793|And ever, as time slips by, its sphere 8793|Clok tremulously the traveller through land, 8793|Through sea, and over all the sharpest storm. 8793|In these events, self-generated, self-oftake, 8793|Creation rests as in our former case, 8793|Tramples down mutual, traffics throughout all 8793|The horologe of existence, gravely 8793|Conceptions of our powers, by turns determines. 8793|Then is it, each among the limits of 8793|Time must pass before its seeds are drain'd, 8793|Its wit's incapacity rests at last 8793|On that which it empowers; and thus dispose 8793|(Not in proportion sure but yet accordant 8793|With the potential goodness so enliven'd), 8793|The primal excellence, whose limit encloses 8793|All that is possible to perceive and own. 8793|Whether the favour'd character I trace 8793|In the deep scheme, or whether scan it new, 8793|From the six pounds, which from Gregory are, 8793|An artist must invent other forms, 8793|And this new character must another name. 8793|What has been, is not: there needs no reason why, 8793|If well design'd, 'twere otherwise in force. 8793|To him who well observes the watchful eye, 8793|The limits of time and places frames in ground, 8793|In scene the limits seem immaterial, 8793|And hence distraction none, and hence surprise. 8793|Such is each object that I loved in life, 8793|So full of strange and fragrant aroma, 8793|That, had life's journey been in miniature 8793|As some poor sketchy work, within its crannies 8793|I'd willingly, if new, first taste it here. 8793|The citron's splendour never could compensate 8793|For such a mirror'd substance as you show. 8793|How lasting in its own despite! how awful 8793|Is every charm, and hence the motive why 8793|I did alert so beautifully display'd, 8793|When I beheld it, ======================================== SAMPLE 6490 ======================================== 2615|But now his last and sweetest pleasure 2615|Was, that the Queen, 2615|With many an ardent kiss, 2615|She took away from off his knee. 2615|And thus, the moment he was married, 2615|His bride was sent, without a coo, 2615|To be a goodly wedding present, 2615|To be as good a servant as she can be. 2615|Oh, I have seen the sweet-faced maid 2615|And then his lovely wife's, 2615|With lilies crowned and garland, 2615|And flowers of the fair, sweet South, 2615|But never saw the maid so fair, 2615|Nor never saw the pretty couple, 2615|Nor yet did see them again! 2615|I never loved a maid (said I) 2615|More delicious than the twain, 2615|And ever said, of the two or three 2615|Which I would have as my loves, "Thyself and me!" 2615|It was some few short months ago, 2615|And I was busy down the Tweed, 2615|And having spent a little, went 2615|To see Miss Sarah, for she woo'd 2615|My lady. It was Christmas-Moor, 2615|And she was there in white array, 2615|And I was in my chamber sweet-- 2615|In my chamber sweet with her. 2615|I scarce knew what power was best 2615|To let my gentle eyes up o'erfly 2615|To gaze upon her face so fair, 2615|And scarce knew what power was best. 2615|I saw her not, but knew, I trust, 2615|I saw her, though I knew nought of love; 2615|Yet I could not believe that she 2615|Could love me, though I thought me blind: 2615|I must confute what I descriven 2615|Of what I heard, or have seen, or may have seen; 2615|For that sweet maid, so kind and shy, 2615|And that sharp, mocking mien which came 2615|Upon her face, it seem'd my Lady's eye 2615|Was on me--which were in the fire 2615|And the blushes of the mistletoe 2615|Might have made such a hazard seem. 2615|This past; and as I did refrain 2615|From touching her, I seem'd to heed 2615|Her looks, and she her look uprear'd, 2615|Till in discourse very kindly joined; 2615|And, at the word we twain rejoin'd. 2615|Though by no law of matrimonial right, 2615|Your duty is but just to grace my lady's board: 2615|You think there's nothing fair that's not well suited 2615|To suit yourself; but you have not guessed, 2615|And must be taught, for this your fault: 2615|Your task is left to us, the garden-ers, 2615|To show our love to her, and to you, love to her. 2615|And, when she hears, her tender heart will beat 2615|And throb with pleasure; for, so kind she is, 2615|The flower will live, if such we can raise 2615|About the blossoms, in this happy bower 2615|That spring is giving to the sun a kiss! 2615|When we are tired now of the little we have had, 2615|And our hearts with too great care to lose again; 2615|When we can feel the dear remembrance of a time 2615|So distant, and so very far away, 2615|That we yet blush for it with cold cheeks boil'd, 2615|And blush because we cannot say "I go away!" 2615|When time does work us things of little worth, 2615|And with little others that are more alike, 2615|We still are quick to cherish what we have had, 2615|Although it makes the smallest change of mind 2615|Most dreadful in all memory! 2615|To see you thus--a simple maiden maid, 2615|Though both your lips in their first blush were kissed-- 2615|Does scarce give us half a Christmas-tide 2615|The thoughts of you so tender to our youth 2615|Can over-bear our happiness: ======================================== SAMPLE 6500 ======================================== 26333|And as I turned to meet her gaze, 26333|The sun was sinking in the west. 26333|Her eyes were dim with sorrow, yet 26333|They strove to lighten his dark load. 26333|What words could comfort him, or reach 26333|The depth of his wild, unresting heart? 26333|As through the woodland she was flitting, 26333|I watched her trailing clouds of hair, 26333|And wondering at his troubled face, 26333|As through the stillness and the dew, 26333|I heard him muttering very low, 26333|"I must be down within the wood, 26333|At dead of night, to work my will." 26333|With thoughtful mien he passed my bench, 26333|And, as he paused, I turned to meet 26333|His wondering eyes. The smile that shone 26333|Upon his lips was more than words; 26333|I felt that he must truly be 26333|A messenger from God. I knew 26333|His destiny and purpose then: 26333|The only true God-given power 26333|He possessed was to reveal 26333|The depths of human passion's mirth, 26333|And depth of human misery's woe. 26333|I felt that, though but idle Powers, 26333|He had some portion of the Muse, 26333|Hast thou a passion, O my friend, 26333|That thou wouldst wish to venture forth 26333|And wander amid the universe, 26333|Within the vast, mysterious sphere 26333|Where neither shadows nor obstructions 26333|Interdict the adventurous will? 26333|Hast thou a passion that thine embitters, 26333|Thy hatred, if thou wilt it, with bitterness, 26333|And boils, because it marreth my love, 26333|My truant pupil, while it burns? 26333|O, let thy passion's fiery fountains 26333|Shine on my lips with heavenly brightness; 26333|My hands are heavy with the fruit 26333|Of all this careful longing and study. 26333|Let thy keen eyes, unbound by sorrow, 26333|See joy arise and rapture glide 26333|Into its unknown, infinite home; 26333|Let all thy cares, all life's conflicts, 26333|Grow day-dreams in the sunset sky. 26333|And thou, my fellow-voyager, 26333|Let a deep sleep steal over thee, 26333|And in the West let there be morning 26333|Where the first sun-gems fell in shade. 26333|I saw him in the wood of passion-- 26333|The dream-tree, that in ancient days 26333|Stood whispering words of love to him 26333|And soothing words of love to him; 26333|I heard him in the storm-bird's home,-- 26333|'Twas passion-thrilling music he made! 26333|There were sweet fruits in the sweet-smelling honeysuckle, 26333|Bright roses in the dream-tree's dewy cote; 26333|There were young lambs on the yellow-mown meadows-- 26333|All things that touched my heart were his. 26333|He had forsaken me, in ancient days, 26333|With all that magic is in that; 26333|I saw him last in summer--all aglow 26333|With passion-fruit, and youthful lights; 26333|I knew he loved me, but in lonely days 26333|So many lives had loved him! 26333|Now all is sorrowing in the wood of passion-- 26333|The dream-tree is black with rain; 26333|He will never break that bond that cannot 26333|Be broken by him or any! 26333|The lambs on the yellow-mown meadows,-- 26333|He loves them not, though sad and bare, 26333|And he will not draw them to his cold white breast, 26333|Though the long day brings so many tears. 26333|He comes not in the storm, in storm, in storm, 26333|The dream-tree and the lambs on the lea; 26333|I hear him never in his stormy walks, 26333|Though the deep trees of wood and hemlock sigh. 26333|He comes not, in the ======================================== SAMPLE 6510 ======================================== 615|This, if the monarch to his host had shown it, 615|And promised so, might well have served his end. 615|And when the cavalier is dead, the twain, 615|The lady, who before was only left, 615|Beleaguer the prince in deadly fight. 615|So, when they meet, from all their strength suspended, 615|The pair, who by this moment that their lord 615|Showed like a sea for ever, fight together: 615|They well arrear their valour; he in sooth 615|More than a thousand were in service slain. 615|Rogero and Rinaldo, whose great might 615|Is ever foremost in the fight, are slain; 615|And they whose shields in battle-strife were fired 615|By better weapons, slain, are left in light. 615|King Marsilius slain, the cavalier 615|Sinks far before, and all his peers in flight. 615|The giant Dordona takes: but he 615|With those two youths his body from the knight 615|Sinks, who the earth can not bear so well. 615|Rogero now, to save the dying twain, 615|He of his arms -- 'tis said -- recovers, and, 615|Turning him to earth, the virgin takes. 615|But, in the madness of its madness, there, 615|The king of Persia falls through love of two. 615|It was that night which many a bold and fair 615|And valiant cavalier about the sky 615|Roved out to seek the warrior of Marsilius, 615|The conqueror of all the Amazons. 615|Ajax the king of the Moors the same day 615|(Rinaldo was his title) slain in fight; 615|In whose despite that warrior had been stained, 615|But that he died to clear his wrongs abroad: 615|Hence had his sire no rest that day, nor ease 615|Of heart-consuming grief, nor his sweet sleep, 615|Which with his cares so sore beset was, 615|And with his tears his heart so empty. 615|Ajax the Amazons of valour blind 615|In arms was slain; and not with swords and bows, 615|And not of spear and not with arrowy shafts, 615|Which now in memory are so long toown, 615|Nor with a faulchion in his fatal fight, 615|As those were in that ancient day of yore. 615|When the sad monarch of the Moors heard 615|That royal Roland's fall, he weened that nought 615|In all the world such mourning and such woe 615|Might still be witnessed upon the strand; 615|For not a single ship of warlike fame 615|Appeared upon the distant watery plain. 615|The Moors so sore the Moors' toils defy, 615|All that they dare not do, at once abandon. 615|Who will not fight with sword, or with horse, his spear, 615|Unless the other shall be satisfied. 615|The King of Persia was in great fear 615|Of this; but at his side a youth advanced, 615|Who neither face nor stature knew, but he 615|Was full of youthful courage, and at ease; 615|Nor was it his to take a spear and go 615|Into the fight, but with the other three 615|He might do either duty, and the spear 615|He took, and from the king's castle flew; 615|And while behind the king lies that bold squire, 615|Turned him to flight, and on his foeman made. 615|But that cavalier, as if by magic hight, 615|Was led to battle by an enchantment bright 615|Of many eyes, and to this end his band 615|Approached the warrior with the deadly blow 615|Rogero dealt him, that, with that staff, 615|Struck both his temples, and on earth he fell. 615|When this or that other had been slain, 615|Whom to pursue not would a stranger be, 615|Or who was by such valorous hand, a lie 615|To the Moors had thus the king his cause had told, 615|He would have seen himself and other three 615|Saved by their comrades, and from their distress 615|Evermore with honour and with gain content. 615|The Moorish warrior from the field has sped ======================================== SAMPLE 6520 ======================================== 16376|And she was half-reproach'd to say 16376|That you could never take 16376|The least delight which in your looks 16376|In this world abounds-- 16376|The little kindness of your heart 16376|Which my poor health can show, 16376|And what in every sorrow dies, 16376|That you would not withhold it from me, 16376|The little smile when tears are on me, 16376|That little word which tells me so much, 16376|And half that I can guess at,-- 16376|These little things,--I love them all the more. 16376|I have a dream! What, pray, shall I say? 16376|You see it is not so. 16376|I had a dream, 16376|How you are come! 16376|And you look to-day 16376|As you did yesterday. 16376|And the years are many: see, 16376|I have them all between 16376|My right hand and my left. 16376|I have a vision--let me speak-- 16376|And, ah, my faith is so dear: 16376|I am not a little old woman, 16376|And I love this old man, who wears 16376|Our English dress and all our pride, 16376|Whose men-at-arms are good men. 16376|(My eyes are dim as in the dead of night)-- 16376|There, look--but he is gone, 16376|He has gone to the far-away--and gone 16376|To the glorious battle-field, 16376|And we shall not see his face. 16376|O, the dear old soldier, 16376|For he knows in his heart 16376|Where he found his grave! 16376|It's all I have, and nothing more: 16376|I have lived before me, while you lived; 16376|But I go now, no more to the war, 16376|No more to call upon my hero. 16376|You were the first on whose brave lips, 16376|As in my boyhood, 16376|My spirit broke; 16376|And I, through the dark hours and drear, 16376|From you and life in general, rose: 16376|And so, you say, do I and you. 16376|But you were as the buds that grow 16376|Out of the mud, which is my soul, 16376|Or the soul of all men. 16376|You are my hope, 16376|My glory, my crown: 16376|My country calls, 16376|And I come--to fight! 16376|The sun is up; the world is good; 16376|'Tis merry and merry, 'tis true: 16376|The moon is shining and bright; 16376|This way the bonny boys go! 16376|And bonny bairns I love so well! 16376|Bessy and Willie sit and spin; 16376|Bessy spots the baby's hat, 16376|And she says, "Will yer?" "Yer' mamma!" 16376|"She's a very pretty, pretty child." 16376|Bessy is twelve years old. 16376|Bessy has forgotten how to dance; 16376|She's sorry that she ever knew: 16376|I hope that she will learn to be kind; 16376|And, having learned, she'll try to teach 16376|Another,--for a better teacher. 16376|There was a man,--and he was clever; 16376|And the first thing that he did 16376|When he heard this man was a witch, 16376|Was to make a great fuss. 16376|How the parson, when he saw him, said 16376|"We'll not have such a man, I see,"-- 16376|For he'd no other minister, 16376|If he could not preach to jock and swill 16376|That's what he could not do. 16376|"I'll make him plain, before the sermon's done," 16376|Said the minister, at the last speech 16376|"Is as bad as if preached by a Turk." 16376|What a thing of beauty, grace, and truth! 16376|Yet how far from being good! 16376|That poor ======================================== SAMPLE 6530 ======================================== 2150|Of the three chiefs, a fierce warrior and a brave; 2150|The fierce warrior had a look of a stern brow, 2150|The bold man had a smile on his smiling lips. 2150|The second stood by the captain of the guard, 2150|And took their leave, and then they looked each on each, 2150|And all three spoke in good words and good cheer, 2150|For all three did what each did promise and bind. 2150|"The third one, O my brothers, thou shalt bear, 2150|And bring home from the Trojan camp with thy goods, 2150|From the deadly conflict thou shalt go forth, 2150|And come to the city of mighty Ilium. 2150|Thy father's father, that was mighty and proud, 2150|Thy other father's friend and goodly and brave, 2150|Thou shalt bear his arms and gear as he shall need, 2150|And give him both gifts of rich and of goodly pattern. 2150|And if, my brothers, the gods, if they should lend 2150|The aid that thou dost pledge and promise to him, 2150|And bid him go to the field of battle dead, 2150|Though in death thou art the one who should'st have his due, 2150|Let him go now to thy father's son, and then 2150|Say to the world, 'This man hath gone to his last.' 2150|But if in his turn, my brothers, should come by 2150|And bid him cross the water to the other side, 2150|Be sure the words should be mixed in one; we then 2150|In good time should hear o'er the housetops dead, 2150|'This man has crossed the water to an evil fate, 2150|The wrath of the gods will surely punish him.'" 2150|Thus they: and the eldest brother, Oenone, 2150|The fairest maid of her father's house, arose 2150|In form and beauty most unlike her younger sister. 2150|On her fair cheeks, no passion can behold, 2150|Such sweetness hath her, as seems a veil of sleep, 2150|And no desire to draw her in: but when forth 2150|She looked across the circle of the plain, 2150|She looked upon her father's friends, who in sleep 2150|Lay stretched beside the river-swollen river-brink, 2150|And saw the fair Oenone, and gan amain 2150|To gaze on her, and make her seem like other girl, 2150|Whom they forsake; and now she seemed to be 2150|Barefoot upon her couch, and clothed as though 2150|She had no friends, and could from all the world 2150|Come only by the hand of the maiden shepherd. 2150|He would have left for her the duty of looking 2150|And keeping, and in silence listening. Thus, 2150|Took she her leave; and straight across the plain, 2150|Amidst a silent throng, and midst no sound, 2150|Lent ear to her sweet voice and footsteps faint 2150|And simple sayings, and went her way once more; 2150|And o'er it gently fell upon her heart, 2150|That all was done and all was sadder soon. 2150|And there she sat, and heard the swift time sped, 2150|And marvelled somewhat what strange and sad 2150|Life in such sweetness could have brought to pass. 2150|But she could bear it: and soon she felt the strain 2150|Of a young shepherd passing on her way, 2150|And peering anxiously from his thick-set hide 2150|Towards him who rested there with his long locks 2150|Of golden-slipt hair, and he was pale as death. 2150|She, seeing, marvelled much at what she could see, 2150|For the eyes upon his head they seem'd to be, 2150|And the shape of face of one most holy named. 2150|"Now wherefore, O stranger, art thou here with me 2150|(The maiden said) a guest for to converse thus? 2150|Is it for thy sake that thou are come from far, 2150|Or wilt thou go away? Or from what sorrow dost sorrow 2150|Seize me, or what ======================================== SAMPLE 6540 ======================================== 28591|To make the world a little less a-little--all 28591|And all are lovers to each other; 28591|And all have been unhappy; 28591|Yet some there are to-day who lie 28591|In their little little graves, 28591|Hiding in a shroud of clay, 28591|In sorrow, death and silence. 28591|And these are the true disciples, 28591|They who believe that love has made them so, 28591|Whereof they only know the beginning when 28591|All else--all they have done or yet to be-- 28591|Was love to them. 28591|Away! Away! for better times demand 28591|Than now this hour; 28591|A better life than now must we live 28591|In a better life than now. 28591|'Tis now enough--to live--alone with pain, 28591|To lean on God most undistressed; 28591|To watch, with headlong thoughts, the sky's great weight 28591|Of storms and clouds, and then to pray 28591|With one free heart in each to God; 28591|To look at human things with soul serene, 28591|In calmness to myself, my brother; 28591|To feel that man and woman are not blest; 28591|That man is but a slave, wife but a bride; 28591|That God is not at all; that God's right hand 28591|Is not laid on man just in this mortal place, 28591|That, if I choose a better life than this, 28591|I still must live in pain, and die. 28591|And thus it is; but why go on to plead? 28591|The past is not to us, but He--who came, 28591|And gave to us the present, and the last, 28591|The present. 'Tis He who speaks, while all 28591|To us is silent--yet in silence still. 28591|Yet why, at the thought of that strange word? 28591|Away with it--for it calls, aghast, 28591|One from a far-remembered land; 28591|As far-remembered in this life as when 28591|His people, in that dreadful time, were driven 28591|To famine and his voice was heard to tell. 28591|'Twill answer now the words He spoke, 28591|To know that He has not changed; 28591|While as we live we shall not change 28591|Since, by those hands of His so loved, 28591|We have this portion of His grace; 28591|His love, His guidance, His right hand 28591|Are with us still, and in His sight. 28591|That which we cannot answer surely can: 28591|Ask that, then, of Him, what I could do, 28591|If I but knew what I cannot do 28591|In my present life of care and strife, 28591|How would He be this very life to me? 28591|His love would be his all, and mine 28591|A burden, not a joy and scope, 28591|And mine so far removed from him, 28591|That only in his sight I cannot see. 28591|Ask what the true nature of his love can be; 28591|If I know it, all my life should be: 28591|And if it can be such, what can mine heart be? 28591|Ask of Jesus--let thy voice be heard! 28591|"God hath given to each his love 28591|In the tender ways of earth. 28591|God did love us, and the heart 28591|To which this love was given, 28591|Was made for ever blameless love, 28591|That is loved through anguish. 28591|I know not how, nor can I: 28591|But 'tis with faith in Him who sitteth here-- 28591|His holy name, his glory who doth rule." 28591|Ask only how this life would be better, 28591|Not how it goes instead of this one gone! 28591|How it is loved through tears and cares, not woes, 28591|Thy God will speak who hath endured it all. 28591|Then answer not, whether life in earth, 28591|Or the glorious heights above, or heaven, 28591|Be all that ======================================== SAMPLE 6550 ======================================== 29345|And, like a man who's mad enough to fall, 29345|He falls in the middle of it all-- 29345|And a hand clasps him to his throbbing heart 29345|And he sinks into it and never wakes. 29345|This is what I've learned in ten years of travel, 29345|To the point where I can be frank and clear; 29345|That we've a chance for the best when we're dealing 29345|With the worst when our lot's the worst and worst. 29345|We don't know what's next. We're not in the dark. 29345|And that's the danger with the poor man too,-- 29345|The one without an idea of what's to come. 29345|You've seen the man get up in the morning time, 29345|You've seen the first flash of light? 29345|You're ready to find-- 29345|And you don't know to whom-- 29345|A common liar's guess, 29345|A common thief's mischance. 29345|That's the purpose of my preaching-- 29345|To give the man an idea what's to come. 29345|"God shall judge them in their iniquities." 29345|Not all of them, I'll agree. 29345|Not all of them have ever sinned, 29345|Have done the things the Lord has said was right. 29345|The wrongs are small 29345|That men have done to one another, 29345|To one another and their beasts. 29345|And as long as there's any day that's dark, 29345|Or cloudy or black, or when the stars are cold, 29345|Or you think of days long dead 29345|And yet are haunting you 29345|When you lie awake, 29345|Or when you lie awake and think of those 29345|Who were so good and kind, 29345|And have lived their lives and died their prayer, 29345|You would not believe 29345|A sin so petty and so foreign, 29345|So silent, could make such a difference! 29345|The sins there are are so many as there be, 29345|And many are forgiven, all things are fair 29345|And all things are forgiven, and so 29345|The world goes round forever, all day and night, 29345|Without dawn or sunset, without a sound. 29345|It seems as Nature takes away her leaf 29345|And fills the calendar with flowers. 29345|It seems as men lie stretched beneath the boughs 29345|At dusk in the pleasant orchard, and are rapt 29345|Among the fruits of their thought, and the music 29345|Of their wild songs. 29345|It seems as Nature lifts and sheds the clouds 29345|From the high peaks, and the misty sea 29345|Flings its ripples into river-ways, 29345|That they are just as far as thoughts that are 29345|In the heart of her. 29345|I dream of peace here in the garden, 29345|Of the roses and the lily-cups 29345|And the bluebells everywhere, 29345|And the yellow daisies waiting and sweet 29345|And silent as flowers are, 29345|Or the little white clouds drifting to east 29345|Athwart the sunset glow. 29345|I dream of peace here in the garden. 29345|And the rose-flush in the lawns 29345|And the shadows in the blue, 29345|And the sound of a far-off trilling tune 29345|In the deep night by the sea. 29345|Oh the peace of the rose and the lily! 29345|Oh the peace of the great sea! 29345|Oh the quiet that the silence brings! 29345|But the world goes round forever so, 29345|Without dawn or sunset, without sound, 29345|And no one can know when it's sunset or dawn 29345|Till he stands in the garden and is alone; 29345|For the world goes round as nature leaves off 29345|When the roses are gone from the lawn, 29345|And the shadows are fled and the leaves are cast 29345|Into the silent, starless night. 29345|It's late now, the dusk's come on, and the night's 29345|too tired for anything but quiet, ======================================== SAMPLE 6560 ======================================== 1568|Like a pale thing of light 1568|And the sun, to his own 1568|Like a white woman at her man- 1568|What are we, a world of sin, when 1568|We who sit in this little place, 1568|As the only things of colour are, 1568|Are the only things of colour 1568|that we have left to feel it, 1568|What is it to us, 1568|O what is it to us, 1568|O what is it to us, 1568|O what is it to us, 1568|O what is it to us? 1568|If we had more it would be 1568|That we had more things for to say 1568|In the white, white, white world of sin, 1568|With the sun the only thing 1568|To be kind, sweet, and good to a soul. 1568|What is it to us, 1568|O what is it to us, 1568|O what is it to us, 1568|O what is it to us? 1568|Reed-like the grass and the dew 1568|Flung their drops of crimson and gold; 1568|And the grass was a-sleep, and the dew 1568|Was a-falling on the heart-flesh still. 1568|Bough after bough of golden spray 1568|Hang on the trees; and the wild wind 1568|Plays round the ragged trunks its sea-shell flute. 1568|O woodlands, love, I can but cry 1568|To the spirit of your old music, 1568|And see your love again, and touch yours - 1568|The hand you pressed is there, with its fingers chill! 1568|I will lie there and sing . . . but not of you . . . 1568|Not of you, not of you, 1568|Not of you, heart-of-eight-seven! 1568|I will be drunk with the glory of your laughter; 1568|I will lie there and love, and forget you . . . 1568|It is midnight, love, and the shadows are here 1568|More than the moonlight or the stars, 1568|And my tongue is faint in the drink I drink 1568|For the wonderment it is too weak 1568|To make any sound save a wail . . . 1568|O woodlands, love, I can but cry to you - 1568|O woodlands, love, I can but cry to you . . . 1568|But now, I know that you are near, 1568|And it never shall be till I lie here . . . 1568|O woodlands, love, I can but cry to you - 1568|O woodlands, love, I can but cry to you . . . [_Singing._ 1568|My love is a queen, and mine is she, 1568|She rules the court of my ladye bright, 1568|And if I should be proud, I am not, 1568|For she is my one ladye true . . . 1568|O woodlands, love, I can but cry to her - 1568|O woodlands, love, I can but cry to her . . . [_Singing._ 1568|The nightingale, oh, sing him out of his nest! 1568|The wind blows wild where the drift-wood heaves, 1568|And the leaves fall and the leaves fall from him and fade. 1568|His blood he hath a charm about him, 1568|That when him he hits he never bleeds, 1568|For his blood is the gall of his youth, 1568|And he doth endure and doth endure be he. 1568|Oh, he is a very king - 1568|For he doth abide and abide with his crown, 1568|And he doth keep and he doth keep his crown 1568|With his hand on a spear - 1568|The great monarch of the land 1568|The nightingale. 1568|Oh, a king's a king,-- 1568|King-bird! and so he's a king, 1568|Queen-bird! and he's a queen, 1568|What time she flits down the field 1568|Like the gold fowl in the wind. 1568| ======================================== SAMPLE 6570 ======================================== 10602|For the which I wail to my good wife dear 10602|With such deep moans as Heaven you may here, 10602|And beare me forth in vaine to live a staine. 10602|But if in your true wife I may trustte it, 10602|I may well die for womman that loves me, 10602|And of his death the going euermore: 10602|For it is certain, he shall come to die 10602|Of such pain, as of his other self, 10602|That I have seen, whan I to him came. 10602|"The more my words and words resounde unto him, 10602|And my aduertence in his heart doth make; 10602|The more that in my bosome doth abound 10602|Thir blisful powres, his hopes all to enfold, 10602|My worde shall be so well received be 10602|As to be freely given to beoweave, 10602|And he for his part to me doth pledge 10602|His love, that all that I may say or do 10602|Shall haue no blame, but his to be delight. 10602|"I to him shall bee suree of happie happie; 10602|But though I bee him right faine and fowlie, 10602|Yet he shall bee my love for euerie. 10602|Thou moste brave and wondrous wife, and faire, 10602|My freend, true wife and fairest maiden, 10602|That doest eare for euer any wight 10602|That doest vse to love to come to love! 10602|With all thy heart, and with thy goodly sight, 10602|And with thy noble face, I fynd thee this, 10602|As to the chuse herte or body shal 10602|The true wife of a man that is her skyn. 10602|"With joy and joye thy shepheards honour 10602|Shall in my love be clene ope to the heape: 10602|My goodly wordes to thee I will reveal, 10602|Wherin thy vertue hath vertue and guile, 10602|Thinke my will through guile, and make my cheere: 10602|And as thou hast her grace in restiaunt, 10602|Thou art thy selfe her love, and I thy cheere." 10602|"Then, true wife, thy cheere for me to dede, 10602|For this shal in thy mindes and her behoue: 10602|For by this sign I thee take from my brest, 10602|That thou at all times out of my deede 10602|Shalt no more of it bruise or bruite me. 10602|No! that with paine it sholde me sore to goe, 10602|That I my owne selfe my owne love mighte 10602|Defend, and that my deede, that I my selfe, 10602|Shal be unkinde, that my self it selfe may be." 10602|"O, lady, lady, lovely wife, O, 10602|Sweet be thy gentle cheere and thy consent! 10602|For love of heavenly shepheard, true wife, 10602|And he that sitteth on thy bed, thy lord, 10602|And for the sake of that, most noble be, 10602|I that am meane, and of my owne deede 10602|Shall be thy lorde, and thou shalt do me grace. 10602|"This is the firste gift of my true love, 10602|Sweet be his troth, and sweet in his affiance, 10602|That hath of my deede trew and fee: 10602|That if he lie, the fyr of my rede 10602|Shall be the fyr of his fyne in mine; 10602|And I myselfe, of my owne rede 10602|Shall ben ay with my selfe in the same! 10602|"His treasour and his rihte courser 10602|For ever in my presence to endure, 10602|And for his rightes trewe in me, 10602|That ever he be the cruellest of men; 10602|And for my life, ======================================== SAMPLE 6580 ======================================== 19221|For her dear sake the fair 19221|And gentle lady, 19221|And as she sings the birds 19221|All at once I feel 19221|As if I were there, 19221|With her, or somewhere 19221|In the air I heard: 19221|I would I were with her 19221|As she sings; 19221|I know that I am 19221|With her, or somewhere 19221|In the air. 19221|We should live together 19221|In a cottage hearth, 19221|The breezes would fan 19221|My Bess, the feather 19221|And darling of all 19221|Her sex and clime; 19221|And the fire's faint breath 19221|Over the moon 19221|Would melt her cold and shy 19221|And hide away 19221|Each spot of cold, 19221|With my Bess. 19221|And I should love 19221|Thee, too, my dear; 19221|The less I love 19221|The less thou art 19221|My Bess. 19221|I would be king and lord of all your lands, 19221|Queen and lord of all your diadem. 19221|And all your splendours, and all your claims, 19221|Of wealth and splendour, should be mine. 19221|All that I hold would I consecrate 19221|To the service and the service's praise 19221|Of thee, my darling, my light divine: 19221|All that I have, all I would have, 19221|Thou art worthy, O my sweet love, of thee. 19221|I would be king, yet ne'er would be lord 19221|But as a subject in the land o' the sea. 19221|For the glory and the splendour of me 19221|I would effuse all the wealth of all the world. 19221|Were I a king that never should return 19221|Or be ruler in the land o' the sea 19221|Whare my love and thee are Queen and Lord 19221|How should I complain? 19221|Since I am bound, dear love, by that vow, 19221|Which bindeth me to thee forevermore, 19221|So long as life elapseth breath 19221|I would not be but what thou art 19221|Or how can I efface 19221|Thy image from my heart? 19221|How could I love, love when I am bound 19221|So strictly by vow and promise both 19221|To serve thee, and to bear thee up the steep 19221|And down the shallow shoal of life, 19221|Down to the bottomless deep-- 19221|Down to the bottomless deep? 19221|How could I love, love when I am bound 19221|By that bright tie which both our hearts embrace? 19221|Which, drawn from out life's ocean of ill, 19221|About our necks it clusters and doth twine, 19221|Soothes our dull minds, and makes us fair, 19221|Not only to our love but love to thee, 19221|Aye singing in our hearts an eve by eve. 19221|O that it might be so! 19221|But we are children, and must be taught 19221|How far this working of our wills outpaces. 19221|O could I but stand in thy sight, dear one, 19221|Stand in thy light, and love thee, one and all, 19221|I never should want for light nor heat 19221|Save but because thy love was so divine! 19221|But love is light, and love is keen and keen, 19221|And death, if it but take one dear life-- 19221|It were a living life that should be such! 19221|My lips speak out, but no word comes flying. 19221|Pale Pity sits smiling on her shreds, 19221|And all the world is silent, save the Bee, 19221|Who, like a wisp of smoke, is blown about 19221|By winds, and never feels the world is done. 19221|My heart is broken, broken, for I die, 19221|And all the stars nod and say nothing of it. 19221|Yet here am I come up with a smile on my face, 19221|And in my hand a piece of rose ======================================== SAMPLE 6590 ======================================== 19221|Whose every word was song; 19221|Who, though no love to mine admit, 19221|Still loved to hear me sing. 19221|O, had my love been less severe, 19221|Less fickle-eyed and fleet! 19221|Less haughty-hearted and too proud 19221|To be reckoned with my race! 19221|I might have been, more equal, placed 19221|Where angels murmuring pray 19221|That they may be more blest, than I; 19221|And not less blest with thee. 19221|Ah, then the dawn of morn should come, 19221|When angels sung, and men sat still, 19221|And I with them in slumber spent, 19221|And they in bliss be blest! 19221|But angels, when they mount above, 19221|In circles move a different way: 19221|Their music is with mortal set 19221|Of thoughts and passions set: 19221|'Tis human force that does them wrong, 19221|Their harmony a changing strife; 19221|Their circle, change, eventide. 19221|But love is not celestial sound-- 19221|It is the voice of pity's grave; 19221|We hear it in the sighing bower 19221|When night is on the water; 19221|It is our grief's eternal bed, 19221|The secret of mortality. 19221|My dear, you need not wish your eyes 19221|On this fair form, for lo! it is 19221|A form of such tremendous grace, 19221|It doth not seem of mortal birth; 19221|For it is fair as any flower, 19221|And yet of such profound gloom 19221|You plainly may discern it is 19221|An image of thy own dear self; 19221|And yet, my child, for this sole sake 19221|Of honour from disgraceful dust, 19221|When your good sire shall lie at rest, 19221|I bid you look upon this picture 19221|And own its magic power sublime: 19221|For, lo! it cannot shine in vain 19221|Nor can it fade, if wrongs are righted, 19221|Though virtue be despised outright. 19221|And if, dear child, good worth be thine, 19221|This picture shall thy mind infuse 19221|Where beauty lives in lasting bloom, 19221|And goodness shineth in the deed, 19221|It cannot fade so wholly now 19221|As when 'tis good it shineth in; 19221|And tho', as such good things can do 19221|No harm unto themselves, I hold 19221|That they in their eternal way 19221|Are good for souls to live for, if 19221|They serve as aids or defenses, 19221|No less than if in Heaven they stood; 19221|But (to return to our former Speech) 19221|My child you now must own that Fame 19221|Is but a fancy, and your future 19221|Can make no greater boast than this. 19221|And now, my child, I want not delight 19221|In these fair thoughts that now arise 19221|Within your humble brest to tell 19221|How I did love you when I was 19221|young, and can with joy declare 19221|How you, beloved, and I, did part. 19221|There is a pleasure in so sweet a pain 19221|As never was by fancy borne 19221|Till it apprehends the being dear 19221|That is in you, and you in me. 19221|Think not I do thee injury; 19221|For I am thy very friend, 19221|And love thee past compare, above 19221|All friends, that ever were. 19221|There is a pleasure in so sweet a pain 19221|As never was by fancy borne 19221|Till it apprehends the being dear 19221|That is in you, and you in me. 19221|Say, is it pleasure to be loved? 19221|I meant it so, and you can claim 19221|Just so, for never did I show 19221|Any discomfit, until 19221|I thought you differed from me. 19221|Say, is it pain to be loved? 19221|Pleasure to be beloved? 19221 ======================================== SAMPLE 6600 ======================================== 28591|How far from me are these 28591|Of love and home! 28591|I hold that love that lives and works, 28591|Not by itself, shall reach to all; 28591|But if it rise above all limits, 28591|It cannot reach beyond its own. 28591|Let all our passions, when they come, 28591|The first, the last have power to move; 28591|Then let the rest come in and be by, 28591|And let the thing be. 28591|I hold that life, whose first and best use 28591|Will be to love and serve others; 28591|Let God, who always hath provided 28591|For man's redemption; 28591|To us the highest love be given 28591|And all the others with the same; 28591|Who with a heart that is not glad 28591|Calls forth the things that come beside. 28591|But oh! it is a terrible cry, 28591|Which even the most strong hope submers, 28591|As soon as that wild cry has come, 28591|And with the strength of heart and brain 28591|We are no more to help it there. 28591|O God! if any man be found 28591|By His own hand, that man is He; 28591|And we are found as well as He; 28591|O God! if any man be found 28591|By His own blood alone! 28591|The world will never see him more, 28591|As he is living, living yet, 28591|Since God can show the pathless way. 28591|If any man be found 28591|By the world's eyes, the world will see 28591|As no eyes saw it before; 28591|O God, for all that he is right 28591|Let the world go right away-- 28591|And let me know you, let me go 28591|From this false world afar. 28591|So, when my lonely heart recedes 28591|Across the empty dark of life, 28591|My little prayer must be "Father, forgive." 28591|That my dear father's eyes may see. 28591|And that, when that dear sire sleeps, 28591|His children may, in truth and meek, 28591|Be cherished as the children of God. 28591|Then my dark path is cleared, I stand, 28591|The old things vanish with the old, 28591|And I can see--ah, never more! 28591|O Father! help me see, and see! 28591|As He did make me, so, Thy child. 28591|Then, Father, help me see, and see! 28591|As I behold Thy children here, 28591|For my sake wash me to Thee, 28591|And in my Father's word behold! 28591|For my sake take my sorrow, stay 28591|And win me from this cloud of sin, 28591|And lift me up on life's firm-set height, 28591|And from my mortal fear renew 28591|The spirit's strength, and make me firm, 28591|And make me true and strong and great, 28591|Filled with the power and love of God. 28591|Then, Father, help me take my pain, 28591|And calm my spirit in Thy peace, 28591|And make me strong and firm and pure, 28591|Filled with this love and wisdom's light, 28591|Strong to endure and conquer fate, 28591|And make me strong to wait and wait. 28591|Then, Father, help me make me wise, 28591|Then, give me thy true, wise will, 28591|As Thou didst teach to Christ and Thee. 28591|Then, Father! for a brother's head 28591|Let me ascend on thy throne in bliss; 28591|Then, Father! let this will be done, 28591|For no good there is, nor wisdom will, 28591|But only service! and a home! 28591|God, lead me into peace and rest! 28591|It is a bitter thought, O Lord; 28591|And yet I know, dear Lord, how Thou 28591|Art willing to endure and bear; 28591|For Thou, when tempted with my sin, 28591|Hast seen me through--and died! 28591| ======================================== SAMPLE 6610 ======================================== 2888|I ne'er wadna do, 2888|If I dang the d----d, you may depend, 2888|I aint fer a thing. 2888|This is a case o' point important, 2888|But how to get on 2888|I ne'er knew, I ne'er heerd, I ne'er heard, 2888|An' so I am. 2888|So, when I first started on the trade, 2888|An' waddled in the ditch, 2888|I ne'er wadna buy 2888|You'll nivver see, an' nivver hear, 2888|I ne'er wadna do. 2888|But woe, it's hard tho' wiles and wiles 2888|It must undergo, 2888|To find it a dreadful task at last, 2888|I nivver knew. 2888|Now, jist tho' the matter's grown more grave, 2888|I know a friend, 2888|The which I'd gladly bring 2888|To fill the vacancy you now hold 2888|I ne'er wadna do. 2888|We've had a few o' my kind an' nice, 2888|And good an' wise, like you, 2888|An' you were always kind to him an' me, 2888|An' we ne'er did complain; 2888|An' yet to find you'd quite a livin fool, 2888|At last y' could guess; 2888|When as you say, "I'm sure I'll never see 2888|A dime in trade a day," 2888|It seems like a great error to suppose 2888|A man could do nought but die. 2888|An' now I reflect, if 'tis so, 2888|As things seem to-day, 2888|If fortune has anointed you the man 2888|This, gentlemen, I pray, 2888|Is surely no hard thing, when life is short, 2888|To leave the rest to chance. 2888|An' here my thoughts turn back to yan, his ways 2888|An' how he was beloved by me; 2888|I'm sure I never did him much offence 2888|When I was much too mean. 2888|I ne'er saw him, an' I'll not complain; 2888|I ne'er gat a thought o' thankin'; 2888|He'll never, never, never know what pain 2888|He'll get from my neglect. 2888|The day is now dawnin' on me an' morning, 2888|An' I 'm a-sittin' on the window-seat, 2888|An' a lookin' on the sky, just like a man, 2888|Like any, any kind o' chap. 2888|"What do you think of the wind," I says, 2888|"At the door?" says that same voice, 2888|An' I looks up, an' there, it's that same face 2888|As when we met at the barber; 2888|An' 'tis a face I ne'er can forget, 2888|For when I thought of the name. 2888|But y' must take care what y' say, I says, 2888|"It isn't right, at the door," says I, 2888|"Why can't I get at them?" 2888|No, they'll come right along." 2888|So I makes haste to the door, an' the voices 2888|I hears again. 2888|An' no, I's afraid 'tis just as I says, 2888|I 'll never come out till it 's day. 2888|An' when I says I 'd bring them to a hair, 2888|When I can't get 'em for a bite, 2888|An' when I's a-standin' there, an' looks away, 2888|An' all I sees is a smutchin' line, 2888|An' a man's a-lookin' at a dog. 2888|An' I looks up, an' there, at the cat, 2888|My face's a-tremble like the air! 2888|There's one that I 'll be, but I 'll be there ======================================== SAMPLE 6620 ======================================== 2381|In her own love, and mine own love; 2381|I know not which to know or love. 2381|I know not which my soul would be, 2381|With a soul or no soul at all, 2381|Or in my blood, or out of my blood. 2381|I hear no more, no more to hear, 2381|No word of what I said last night. 2381|For I did not say, I said 2381|Now to be happy and to love, 2381|Since that is not the thing I seek. 2381|I said, my pleasure and my pride, 2381|To know it well, to speak it oft; 2381|And so, my heart was glad and small. 2381|I said, my joy, and my delight, 2381|To keep, to feel it not obscure; 2381|Since now I know it not at all. 2381|Why then did I choose to go 2381|There that he should go, the wise, the true, 2381|The high, the wise, the high, the high? 2381|Why had he not told me this of me? 2381|He said, to teach me how to love: 2381|Why did he say but that I should love, 2381|While he, the fool, and I, the great, 2381|Should love, and do what he would have us do, 2381|Though he knew it to his cost? 2381|Because my feet could not pursue 2381|The way to this or th' way to that, 2381|And this was God's right hand could do. 2381|And I am but a creature of an hour: 2381|He knew my soul and all his own, 2381|And knew how else I should be blest. 2381|Alas, the hour hath passed away, 2381|The sun was setting in the west; 2381|And the fair land lay safe and still, 2381|And the air was pure and sweet. 2381|The grass was still, the wind was still, 2381|And the green grass held no fear, 2381|And the land lay safe from all harm, 2381|And the golden light was done. 2381|Ah, happy, happy in the day! 2381|Ah, happy, happy in the day! 2381|For God was not without honour, 2381|Or man on his toil, 2381|In day when joy is not of mind, 2381|And pain is at the best 2381|A trifle, as we find in the dark 2381|That nothing matters but the day. 2381|When, ah but in the stillness 2381|The birds are singing, 2381|When, ah but in the stillness 2381|The flowers are opening, 2381|When the world shall fade and fail, 2381|And the world pass away 2381|And that is good, I will not weep, 2381|Though every pang should be for naught, 2381|And that is good, I will not weep. 2381|For what could joy be without pain? 2381|But for this day the joys of this life, 2381|And this flower, my love, which has won 2381|All thorns and briers, all flowers and heat. 2381|But what could flower-love be without heat? 2381|But for this day the flowers and the heat; 2381|But what could flower-love be without pain? 2381|How should it be in the day when all is done 2381|That grief grow joy, and joy move water, 2381|That earth were grass, and all the world were wine! 2381|But this day should it be in the day 2381|When I have passed the threshold of Death, 2381|And that shall be sweet, and death be sweet, 2381|Though I may never find out the way. 2381|And this water to you and to me: 2381|For what if it be but the grass! 2381|The sweetest wine in the world is the dead, 2381|But water to a man is the best food. 2381|The sweetest bread in the world to a man 2381|Is the dark water on the beach of the sea; 2381|But sweet water to a man is the sweetest food. 2381| ======================================== SAMPLE 6630 ======================================== 37375|Till he comes to the last circle, 37375|His spirit, his earthly spirit, 37375|Is left where it fell from the earth. 37375|Away, away with the old man, 37375|He's the cause we must take him 37375|To the dungeon where he belongs, 37375|Where his head in sepulchre lies. 37375|The child of his flesh and his bone is 37375|The child of the devil, too-- 37375|And yet with a heart that is firm 37375|And a hand that is calm and strong 37375|We have kept him till our dying day. 37375|For he came not on great winds, 37375|Nor was he born in a rush-- 37375|O, no, his birth is ordained-- 37375|He was born with God's gift in his eye. 37375|He was made of the dust of the earth 37375|In the first great work for man; 37375|He is strong, he is steadfast, 37375|He has soul that is strong to the end. 37375|He is not the child of the earth, 37375|He is not the boy at his call; 37375|To this high hour he looks up to God, 37375|His father and his best friend. 37375|He holds up his hands of woe, 37375|He bends all his heart to the stroke; 37375|"I will be God," he says, "O Lord!" 37375|And he does his best to be God. 37375|The winds have driven him far from home, 37375|The tempests have shaken the floor, 37375|The clouds have chased him and confounded him 37375|Through the wild snow and the blustering blast. 37375|What though the clouds have been heavy?-- 37375|A day has not left it a night; 37375|The rain and the snow--to his youth 37375|The clouds and the rain had made answer. 37375|He stands in the sunbeam, and sings, 37375|He looks out and his soul is clear; 37375|"Thy blessings!" He answers and cries, 37375|And so to his heart is answer'd. 37375|And we who are nearer to Thee, 37375|For the love of Thy presence high, 37375|Grant us to see in Thy ways and ways 37375|Each blemishing and each advantage: 37375|That we have a seat at Thy banquet table, 37375|That Thou hast made us to do our duty, 37375|That Thou canst make us to do Thy will. 37375|'Tis a bright day to follow Christ's footsteps. 37375|A joy to behold the Christ-child, 37375|And to the Christ-child to bring them. 37375|'Tis joy beyond all words, to see Him, 37375|With hands outstretched, and soul uplifted. 37375|'Tis joy beyond all words, to know Him, 37375|To be with Him in joy or pain. 37375|"Aye, but I fear you will cry like a child 37375|When I am gone away," sigh'd the preacher, 37375|"And you must let the old day of a day go." 37375|"Is it gone, is it gone, my friend?" he said, 37375|And clasp'd my hand, and kiss'd me, and whispered, 37375|"Ye both must go, and I must follow on." 37375|"No, no, dear, it can't be, it can't be," 37375|Says my heart in me like a sister strong; 37375|"Dear Lord, let us go, and I must to Thy will." 37375|'Twas a day of wind and dust, and we made 37375|The air a little higher and blearlier; 37375|The night is dark, the morning was bright, 37375|But a tear stood in my eye when I look'd at it; 37375|A bitter tear, for it had fallen while 37375|I was praying, and I had not then seen 37375|A cloud, nor even a light, since the birth 37375|Of our own earth: I looked with a look 37375|Of fear on that tear--it fell not there! 37375|I think I saw it shine when I was praying. 37375|I wonder ======================================== SAMPLE 6640 ======================================== 14591|To do to us an awful turn; 14591|We know that it would be a shame, 14591|The very deed to speak! 14591|(To the Archbishop:) So thou'rt taken hence, 14591|What of the good old family? 14591|(To the Baron:) Tell me a good story, 14591|What the old man's eye can understand! 14591|Thou wilt not tell me truth, my friend, 14591|And yet thou speakest plainly, 14591|In that I listen to thee. 14591|(To the Baron:) To all men false in heart, 14591|What is now theirs, is now mine own, 14591|They speak with tongue of truth, but never 14591|As a God would. 14591|(To the Archbishop:) What shall I do? 14591|A word from thee is little worth: 14591|Thy friend is dead! 14591|(To the Archbishop:) And what of him? 14591|I, too, must drag to earth my fate. 14591|Let him not hope a deed divine, 14591|When here and here we have no God. 14591|I will not tell the dead to live, 14591|And give him life. 14591|(_Aloud singing_) 14591|How many of the great are we 14591|Who have our love and trust forgot! 14591|So many of the fair are we, 14591|Who have, so long, their love forgot. 14591|O, he should follow, him the good, 14591|And him so kind, and him so true, 14591|Who would not, I would not, let the man alone, 14591|Unless he would follow me! 14591|(To the Archbishop:) You shall go, too. 14591|(_Lad's petition_) 14591|_Thou that hast loved and trusted me, 14591|And taken heart as free as the air, 14591|I, too, must leave my own dear life,-- 14591|My work, my wife, my land and treasure:_ 14591|_My friends, my lands, a land or two, 14591|For these must come, and I must go; 14591|A poor old man, but well--well paid; 14591|And that's enough for me in the end!_ 14591|(_From which he takes her in his arms_) 14591|(_To_ PAULA:) 14591|Dear heart! How could our lord be wrong? 14591|He loved you; and he knew himself the devil! 14591|(_He leaves the chair and comes back to the door._) 14591|Pardon the pettiness, I am much displeased. 14591|What! for the old man's soul, to lay it low? 14591|Yet at the end we both must go our ways, 14591|Nor, when we have reached our earthly home, 14591|Shall we for ever sit face to face! 14591|(_After a pause she looks back to the table_.)_ 14591|Purgatorio: D. & C. 14591|I'd like to have some rest awhile, 14591|To my trouble now already worn; 14591|The more is the good of hearing and seeing, 14591|The less is the good of seeing and hearing! 14591|So long as man's mortal nature has life, 14591|Hear me, my dearest friend, with all your heart, 14591|Wandering about the world about! 14591|And let me be one day as we, my dear, 14591|Rapt in our youth in God's world and here: 14591|To have a little trust, a little rest 14591|In our life, and not a bit afraid, 14591|Since we have, still, time for all we will: 14591|At God's right hand! What can one wish for more? 14591|(_The guests stand at a window: PUNCH _slips from the window_. 14591|What are you looking at? 14591|How about? 14591|(_He is handed from the window_ PUNCH.) 14591|I see three eyes in each of you; 14591|How would you like to open them now? 14591|If you would answer me,-- 14591|I shall go on ======================================== SAMPLE 6650 ======================================== 13650|Prick me, if you may! 13650|Prick me if you can, or you cannot, 13650|Prick me; oh! you will bite!" 13650|A little boy and a little girl 13650|Both came to see a painting by Titian; 13650|They both gazed long at the bright blue line 13650|Through the bright brown robes of the picture, 13650|Which said, "Welcome, Majesty!" 13650|The little boy had never seen 13650|So fine a canvas before, 13650|And as the painter stood near, 13650|He said, "Now give me my fee, 13650|Or I'll never come back." 13650|The little boy made no reply, 13650|But looked at the painter more, 13650|And said (with a smile), "What! you 13650|Say 'tis a fee, but I dare not pay." 13650|The painter raised his eyes to the heart, 13650|And said, "My son, I am here 13650|To paint you a fine Life; 13650|I'll paint you as he is; 13650|And I'll paint your great-great-grand-grand-parents." 13650|The little boy and the girl 13650|Looked at each other with surprise; 13650|But the girl could not paint enough 13650|To make the boy look twice. 13650|So they paid the painter's fee, 13650|And all the money was paid; 13650|And both agreed (and I'm sure they would), 13650|That they'd like to see each other still, 13650|And live together under the same sky, 13650|Even after they were grown. 13650|Ah, sweet is May 13650|And fair the sun, 13650|When boys are crowning 13650|The stems of corn; 13650|And fair and sweet 13650|The fall of the sweet 13650|When we are toddling 13650|Upon the field. 13650|But sweet with tears, 13650|And sad with fears, 13650|When we are dying 13650|And going to die! 13650|"Come hither, come hither, my son, 13650|Come and see the summer house by the lake." 13650|"What shall we do?" the lad said. 13650|"Let us build a house," the father said; 13650|"Let us also build a boat." 13650|So forth they went, and with bowed knees 13650|Strained each his heart's content, 13650|Building boats and houses, and bughats, 13650|And ever building, till the summer was done. 13650|A little girl and a little boy 13650|Walked up the stairs together; 13650|The little girl kiss'd the little boy's nose, 13650|And so did the little boy kiss his wee mou'; 13650|And that was long, and that was late, 13650|And every day was Christmas-time. 13650|And every day the little girl and the little boy 13650|Went to the priest at that great Christmas-tide-- 13650|Yes, everybody went, and everybody knelt down, 13650|And none of them ever rose and said a word! 13650|But they kiss'd each other, and they kiss'd each other's dogs, 13650|And they danced about the room that night! 13650|And everybody said, "Oh! little girls and boys, 13650|If you ever wear a blouse like this, 13650|Don't you think that your mother or sister or father 13650|Would think it was a naughty naughty thing? 13650|For the little boys and the big boys and the girls 13650|Wear them every day, because they are boys." 13650|And they danced about the room that night; 13650|And the little girls and the little boys danced all day, 13650|And ever since then they dance about, 13650|And never ask for more or less. 13650|Come, little children, let us make thee good men! 13650|Come, little children, let us make thee good dice! 13650|Shall a little man be able to make a World, 13650|And the World make him a fortune by his skill, 13650|Knowing the limits of his skill and power? 13650|The world made by ======================================== SAMPLE 6660 ======================================== 42034|And I could not see the sea, 42034|Nor what the ocean was 42034|For I was not there! 42034|And no one said good-bye 42034|To me, nor smiled or smiled, 42034|Or hugged me again,-- 42034|My name is faded from memory. 42034|And I sit here in the twilight 42034|With the lights at twilight time, 42034|With no more words to say 42034|And no one I'd blame. 42034|But in the darkness as the night, 42034|There's something very sweet, 42034|And something very sad; 42034|And I can feel it,--yes, I can! 42034|For it's that home with its moonlight, 42034|And its stars in the gloom; 42034|And the voice of my dead mother 42034|Sings over again and again. 42035|I shall take my car, 42035|I shall buy a cap and a little hat; 42035|My friends shall laugh and cry 42035|As the door is shut behind me. 42035|The clock is striking eight; 42035|The wind and the darkness blow cold; 42035|And I sit here in the dark with my pencil-- 42035|Drawing a little window-sill. 42035|Oh, they're out to-night, then? 42035|Oh, who will come in 42035|When dawn begins 42035|To break on the hills? 42035|Then a robin's voice, 42035|Then a mocking cry, 42035|Then a squall, a flare, 42035|Then the dark winds howl around us, 42035|And our shadows rise. 42035|Down on the road, a lonely boy, 42035|With the dark, red barn door fast sealed; 42035|He stands on the barn's edge, 42035|And hears the wind as it speeds by him; 42035|And the smoke through the barn drifts 42035|Across the black, black road. 42035|Oh, what use of the hat and the cap and the doll 42035|Upon the floor of the floor bed, and a baby's dress in her hand, 42035|As I lie here in the dim night, 42035|And listen to the wind and the darkness blow? 42035|Why listen to the wind and the darkness blow? 42035|'Tis a night of all good things; 42035|And I am sure that a star will shine on high when I wake, 42035|Then I will climb into bed 42035|And look up at the stars for a quiet night's rest; 42035|And the clock, it will chime for me 42035|At eight o'clock at night.... 42035|Then I shall listen to the wind and the darkness blow. 42035|But there is a little girl in our street-- 42035|Taken my word for it-- 42035|Who is all a star is doing 42035|Of an evening bright and sudden bright. 42035|There is no room for the shadow of doubt on her brow-- 42035|She has seen the light of that evening clear. 42035|One night will go by, 42035|And one will not come; 42035|And on the face of the one you love 42035|Something you shall remember. 42035|The wind comes on the sea, 42035|The wind and the darkness shake the sky, 42035|The tide creeps onward with a strange, swift motion, 42035|And the ships go reeling past the pier. 42035|The time is at last come, the end is drawing near, 42035|The waves are rocking to their feet; 42035|Oh, they have sailed a little, 42035|But they shall go a little, 42035|The ships at last coming back 42035|After all their weary time. 42035|I heard a little child on the stair 42035|Sing an old song; 42035|The tune it was of love to a little child-- 42035|And the line was clear as if it sang 42035|An old, old rhyme. 42035|I saw her face, and long awaited her, 42035|I dreamed that I saw 42035|A vision of her face on the wall 42035|Out beyond the hall; 42035|And in the doorway a little maid 42035| ======================================== SAMPLE 6670 ======================================== 1211|But who the fount of that sweet-breathing flowre 1211|For me, who doe so much desyre, 1211|I see that God doth e'en his will fulfil 1211|Within this cup of my best love. 1211|Then teach me, for my sake, to be free 1211|From love-siphons, that doo prey on my heart; 1211|And keep me from the evil yre 1211|Of tasting this sweet liquor. 1211|Sweet mother and mother dear, 1211|Now my sorrowing eyes do see 1211|The roses springing all around; 1211|Now I see that which I long, 1211|Ever my sorrow did fear. 1211|The rose that crowns the lofty tree, 1211|In midst of all the world it stands, 1211|To be in the mischief it found, 1211|But that it bloomed in Paradise. 1211|Let us laugh; if we can, laugh we 1211|Or bewail our present state; 1211|Or, if 'tis no longer, pray, 1211|For the present sufferance. 1211|Now no more of our good plight, 1211|Or pleasure we have here; 1211|For as sun shines in a glass, 1211|So we our lot in this place. 1211|Let us laugh; for we may not: it is an evil play 1211|At which we all of us, as I suppose, agree. 1211|Thine eyes, alas! were made, 1211|To soothe, not wound, the conscious heart. 1211|But pity me this day, 1211|Which, though now old, naught can harm my; 1211|Or else, unhappy day, 1211|Too much of this, or any grief. 1211|For I, poor eye, and none beside, 1211|Am suffering constant sleepless; 1211|When, all my senses, all at rest, 1211|Thou dost the present keep of me. 1211|What is the good ye see in drinking, sir; say, 1211|That is the cause of happiness to some; and why 1211|Wine delights not others, if it helps the soul? 1211|For there's no liquor, sir, like joyance, says he; 1211|What makes the spirit joyful, whensoe'er ye find, 1211|When the spirit is pleased, as we have found; 1211|But, by the folly of unwisdom, is it cloy'd, 1211|And aught wonders in another's possession?-- 1211|This is an ill-pursued business, that's plain enough: 1211|Goodnesse, sir, like this, may turn by as you list; 1211|But, the more the liquor does good, the more it maketh 1211|The drinker kind and cheerful still: 1211|If too much joyance, and fancy-painting, it causes, 1211|Why, then goodnesse, that's better than it seems. 1211|If the mind be so, great pleasure is it made, 1211|And great mirth of course by thought, which makes us laugh; 1211|Like the first hand of a vintner to the bowl, 1211|So pleasure, or mirth, the drinker is to bless. 1211|The night is past and gone, which did ordain 1211|Each one should have his own constancy; 1211|And since it is so, what can'st thou fear, 1211|Thou young virgin wert made ere that to drench? 1211|But if the night's despisèd, or contempt, 1211|It shall depart againe, and no more be? 1211|The night that shut the earth from many a shore, 1211|And barred the heaven of all beneath, 1211|Yet did forbear a place for you or me, 1211|Or, which was neither new, nor old; 1211|Shall this day's labour then be seen by you 1211|As doing more than work was to do? 1211|Then, by so many glories that are set 1211|About my head, ye shall not be thought 1211|That I am anything more than a trust 1211|Or that I lack for skill and counsel sure. 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 6680 ======================================== 8187|All the world's beauty, and you, you 8187|So pale in skin and limb, in whom, 8187|Oh, who the wisest and the sweetest, 8187|In the eyes and in the lips; 8187|In my ear like a lark, in my soul, 8187|Throned among the sweetest thoughts, 8187|Woo'st in a full symphony. 8187|So let all that lovely joys be thine, 8187|And take my heart from its prison here, 8187|As thou hast taken my love from me. 8187|_He_, when _one_ he'll hear, by faith is caught; 8187|But _others_, his love and fortune are; 8187|I've long since felt them all o'er, my dear, 8187|And now I am _other_, for Love's sake! 8187|The _S" is a "treat" as well as another thing, for even 8187|a man may give _treat_, when as a woman in love._ 8187|For he's but a boy, 'mid such grand affairs, 8187|Tho' his young eye, like a man who knows, 8187|His small hands, in clasp, and his little face 8187|(There's not a spot on its surface we see 8187|But hath a tender charm about it to warn 8187|A woman's imagination of love), 8187|_is_ like a royal cup at his knee; 8187|And those two drops of the man's blood are sweet 8187|As the dew-dappled pearls at that spot where they meet! 8187|But alas, alas, is this all--_he_ has to play 8187|_with his youth's first blossoms, while her manhood's in bloom?_ 8187|"Ah! wherefore so much?" said the angel that came from 8187|"Ah! wherefore so much?" said the angel she left me-- 8187|A pretty shape,--in her eyes I caught the light and 8187|"Ah! wherefore so much?" said the angel that came from Heaven. 8187|"Why," I said, "I'm a maiden, you see, and can only 8187|"Why," I said, "ye gods! why," I said, and clasped him-- 8187|"A moment, young man--A moment, young man! for I've 8187|"Where's Martha?" shouted the nurse--"Where's Martha?" 8187|"_This_ day, in her arms," they chanted; 8187|"_This_ day, in the arms of her Majesty the Queen." 8187|_They_ were indeed so merry,--and, tho' they knew it, 8187|I was thinking of Martha, tho' they knew it not. 8187|And to have my eyes so close upraised to meet 8187|That beaming of splendor on one so fair, 8187|And to feel my little heart turn round to feel 8187|That all those mists (as the light now cleared away) 8187|Had fallen, like the dew that trembles on the tree; 8187|And all the bright beams that lit the evening's height 8187|From that moment had parted just as surely; 8187|And I felt all the world for which I searched-- 8187|_The whole world's glory_,--so long and vain. 8187|And so I felt it almost as soon as day 8187|Had flitted off, and the light was withdrawn. 8187|But the nurse had not been _all_ joking, I think-- 8187|She said that my eyes were _all_ smiling as _ever_! 8187|It was so very nice to hear them talk 8187|O'er the sweets of love's autumn days with me, 8187|While o'er my head the nurse, to bring me down 8187|And so to make them smile, at once began 8187|To sing--a pretty air--"Oh, Martha dear, 8187|"Oh, Martha dear!" she sung, to the last. 8187|And tho' the tone be high, the sweetest strain 8187|That ever woman taught to a child was sung. 8187|_He_ has no doubt that the Queen and Princess 8187|Were right in leaving, with such a lovely ======================================== SAMPLE 6690 ======================================== 16688|So I wish him good luck!" said the little maiden; 16688|"And be happy, little maid, and be always free from hurt!" 16688|And now the boy was in the street, and at the door, and all around, 16688|His head was all afire, and his eyes were bright, and ready to tell 16688|Him that he was going to give a good hard lesson to the boy. 16688|In came some of the neighbors, and asked him all about it. 16688|"Do you know who is to be our new teacher all about?" said 16688|"You need not hold your breathe, my little man, at all, 16688|You've only been away two weeks, but I think I do better then!" 16688|Said the boy, "I'm fit for my feet, if anything go well. 16688|Now, all my lessons are laid down in my book; you shall learn all, 16688|Then, I hope, you'll never forget "The Lord is good to you." 16688|Oh! there were some that said "Oh, that sounds like a dream," 16688|But little Tommy took them all for true. 16688|One day the little cuckoo came to tell Tommy about 16688|How he'd learned to love flowers, and all that; 16688|Tommy seemed very pleased, and held his breath a little while, 16688|Then said, "I shall have three tulips to sell for seven dollars." 16688|"A turkey for my master," the rich man said, "and a pair of daffies, 16688|And I do beseech you, I can pay you all within an hour." 16688|Tommy said, "Don't be ridiculous; it's no use, 16688|They can't have the daffies, I'll have the turkey." 16688|Then up came the lawyer and said, "Don't you think 16688|Tommy might be at a loss, for he's got to save his bacon?" 16688|"I ought not to go and ask for permission," said Tommy, 16688|"Since I can't give them away that cheap, 16688|I'll give 'em to Miss; that way I shall be able to pay them." 16688|Then Tom said, "Dear me! I hope I don't grow to be too much, 16688|I'll try to keep my temper under control; 16688|Let's go down to the barn, and see what's keeping up the strife." 16688|The captain's horse was in the stable, 16688|He was a hare-herder past all thought; 16688|They drove away, and Tommy kept on singing 16688|A long, long song to a hamper of spurs. 16688|When Tommy came out, his face was flushed,-- 16688|His mind was like a dandelion's throat; 16688|All thought and feeling had quite lost its way. 16688|"What's the matter, dear?" cried Polly, "you frighten-man? 16688|All's well while white bread is on the table; 16688|I'd like to have something back again,--though, alas! 16688|Don't know what that is, that's coming so fast." 16688|Then she kissed his beard; he answered, "Polly, dear, 16688|My own dear Polly, dear, how kind you are!" 16688|Tommy's beard was well grown, and now, dear Polly, dear, 16688|I'm very sure you should come and see it. 16688|And now the captain led the way, 16688|His hat and breeches off they threw, 16688|And away they marched in the dark 16688|With a hush, with a hush, with a hush. 16688|Down by the brook comes the farmer 16688|He's come to call Tommy to tea, 16688|And he's come with his twelve-wun sheep, 16688|And he's got the old pig to carry. 16688|"Oh, dear," says Tommy, "Mr. Pig, 16688|I wish I had a horse like you." 16688|Tommy is off to the bridle-tree 16688|In a trice, in a trice I'll ride. 16688|If I should fall, what would become of me? 16688|What would become of Tom and Jim? 16688|They're old ======================================== SAMPLE 6700 ======================================== 34752|His mighty powers o'er human joy and sorrow, 34752|Himself the guardian angels of our peace. 34752|With wisdom, virtue, life itself secure, 34752|A glorious day may dawn on man here. 34752|A nation's blessings now are thine. This day; 34752|'Tis God's own word that thou wilt see thy sons. 34752|A nation's blessings now! O heart and hands, 34752|With all thy hopes and fears, is God's word said. 34752|To thee this day the world is all thine own, 34752|It is the blessing in thy portion given, 34752|And God is here, and in his mercy's care; 34752|There is no power on earth that can resist 34752|Though round it thy path may swiftly be thrown. 34752|The world's power is to enslave and hold-- 34752|The curse and curse of weakness is upon thee. 34752|Then turn from sin and from the wrath severe, 34752|For thee the blessing is of God's benediction. 34752|Behold! this day thou shalt rejoice to know-- 34752|That thou wert chosen for his children's sake. 34752|God's blessing falls on all thy future plans, 34752|For each is blessed in his perfect plan, 34752|For God and his blessing meet our hearts all; 34752|It is the perfect plan, whate'er befall, 34752|'Tis all a part of him who gave thee breath. 34752|To these first things the soul is set to rise, 34752|When to enjoy the Father's presence near, 34752|And on this earth to love and labor so 34752|That in this life's great work we all may share. 34752|When to attain eternal life we'll go, 34752|Where all may live a blessed life to come. 34752|The Father's power is in all blessings near, 34752|As when on the last great work he laid his hand; 34752|He's given us power to love and labor so, 34752|'Tis God's blessing in our hearts all complete. 34752|Who is the great one of this day's? A Power 34752|Which, like all good things, cannot be denied. 34752|All blessings on this earth shall be thy sown, 34752|And planted to be abundantly green. 34752|Oh! for an hour with thee on the green, 34752|With thee and thine for ever, the just God's dear. 34752|Is there a God like God's own great one, 34752|To dwell in heaven, and share in earth's embrace? 34752|I would partake in his glory, no doubt. 34752|I have no power to seek or to command. 34752|No power to seek, or to make him mine. 34752|To me in that state I would be a slave, 34752|And share with thee my bread, my wine, my beer. 34752|And when in Hades I shall come to die, 34752|I'd sooner lie in the same awful nest, 34752|With thee to enjoy the sepulchre there, 34752|Than take possession of this sweet earth again. 34752|Oh! then, as now, we shall live in our need. 34752|The one we worship here, and the other that lies far. 34752|All things to us must be from heaven conveyed. 34752|God's creatures must be our worship alone. 34752|We have a share, but the Lord's the one share. 34752|The Lord, with his creatures, and he is God. 34752|Our souls must live, and we shall have life's joy, 34752|By being with him always, in joy and holiness, 34752|Then will he take the cup from thy hand, 34752|To drink the good things he has given thee. 34752|And we shall live, and a heavenly home, 34752|In the great Father's own eternal sight, 34752|In a holy home immortal. 34752|Thy blessings are our portion here below; 34752|And all thy gracious mercies will be ours 34752|When on earth we shall there find them all. 34752|The spirit-world is infinite and vast; 34752|And every soul among us, like a star, 34752|Will shine forever in light ======================================== SAMPLE 6710 ======================================== 1034|And with all his strength and mirth the war-horse fell, 1034|And he came to the very edge of the place 1034|And there, as I said, rode the blacksmith's son. 1034|Oh, well they knew that he was the first who 1034|Had lifted the girth on the blacksmith's horse; 1034|And they knew that he was the first to know; 1034|And they knew that if they'd fought him right and true, 1034|And beaten him with care and tears and scorn, 1034|They must not only go home safe to God, 1034|But go home with a very knight's name on-- 1034|A very knight's who would have done the same. 1034|So he raised the blacksmith fatherly 1034|And he looked him in the face, and bade him look in 1034|The face of his friend, the noble smith-- 1034|Not on his son, not on the blacksmith's son, 1034|But on the blacksmith's poor blacksmith son. 1034|That was the first that had spoken or come forth 1034|Out of the wood before their horse broke head. 1034|And the blacksmith fatherly said to the smith: 1034|"I am a friend of thy good gray father's. 1034|And his words are his own. He says that a man 1034|Is better in sorrow if in death he mourn 1034|That man has done a wrong in the blacksmith's son." 1034|Then the smith said: "My friend, the blacksmith's son 1034|Made a terrible game of the blacksmith's son: 1034|He drove him out in a forest by the ways, 1034|Where it looked like he'd have a hell of a time 1034|Of himself and his own shame before he died 1034|Who was his true father and the son he had. 1034|"He's gone off home; he can't tell me all the ways 1034|He chased him there; he knows as sure as I 1034|That as long as I'm in sight he doesn't mind; 1034|Though when I was down by the falls he showed him 1034|How little he'd let another man be loved. 1034|He doesn't mind, though; and as for the blacksmith's son 1034|He's made an ill and ill-natured fight of it." 1034|And the father said: "The blacksmith's son has gone 1034|To fight that bloody game where the dead are made; 1034|He had no more to advise him--he had fought. 1034|Why can't he give his lessons, and be wise?" 1034|So he took the blacksmith father from the door, 1034|And there they all sat down, the father and son, 1034|And they sat down together in the gloom, 1034|And the smith and himself, as was allowed, 1034|Took up the tale at a point; and the father 1034|Felt his own mind like a sword in the throat; 1034|And the smith, though he felt no qualms about it, 1034|He shook his head and the blacksmith's wife 1034|Begged him turn to the tales he'd been told. 1034|"The blacksmith father, I do hold it, 1034|Felt no more as a right man must do, 1034|Unless he be a hard old man of his age; 1034|Yet now he's made a right hard man of his age, 1034|And he knows well that's no man under the sun." 1034|In the dim light of the dying day 1034|They sat there and heard him saying "So," 1034|And in a low and very low voice 1034|"For the blacksmith father, I believe, 1034|Had no right but one, all right three, 1034|When he spoke, "Let the blacksmith son 1034|Go up to the king, and the smith to the queen." 1034|The man was right, so the blacksmith father 1034|Rode to the king, with the smith to the queen. 1034|The king had been for him the king's guest 1034|Under the blacksmith's roof where his heart ought to be. 1034|Had he not been for him, a hard old man, 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 6720 ======================================== 8187|As _the Last_, I know 'twill break the rest! 8187|_Thou_,--who all-confounding _is_, and whose 8187|One part 8187|And all 8187|Are but weakly shades and shadows, as the day, 8187|Shall vanish as with a sigh, while all, 8187|And all 8187|Shall shine when thou shalt tread the sun again. 8187|But now my duty, like a poet's, is 8187|To lay before thine eyes my visions true; 8187|To show thee what I do;--to tell thee how 8187|I suffer; how I work; how long I feel 8187|The fetters; how the heart's hot griefs I know; 8187|I tell thee all; and, if thou wilt believe 8187|My tale, I leave the task of truth to thee. 8187|This is my tale. _As they went down, 8187|With an air both court and courtly bore, 8187|In the light of day, to view the king; 8187|The king, who was much amazed and sorry, 8187|As they walked up and down the golden court, 8187|Now looked to heaven, than he had done before, 8187|And found, by his dear daughter's love, in his breast, 8187|A warm and holy fire, like one who feels 8187|His sister's memory's breath in his soul creep. 8187|"Your Highness," said my lord, "this day in court 8187|"We lay the blame upon ourselves,--to hear 8187|"From every sin committed how it marr'd the life, 8187|"And how it had betrayed to others the trust 8187|"By which he Heaven himself had placed in thine. 8187|"This is our task: to show the errors thus 8187|"Of self-glorification--to remind 8187|"Of each sacrilegious act, and blundering art 8187|"That labours in the dark of sin to light; 8187|"Till every monarch, that listens to our tale, 8187|"May feel, how much, in his midst, must needs be hid." 8187|Such were the visions I was sent to give, 8187|So said my lord, or thought he, when he took 8187|The hand of me and gave me his own:-- 8187|Some of them were of one little man, 8187|Some great, the prime of many lands; 8187|And some were dreams of home,--and some of love 8187|And friendship, all the same to his lord, 8187|Who had himself, not half so glorious a scene, 8187|As any monarch on earth now would please; 8187|Whose presence all the palace of my Lord, 8187|By what's called a duty, might well deserve. 8187|It was to be my task to give and show 8187|What duty says the highest art is due 8187|In learning and in moral wisdom, all 8187|Whose words and actions must to truth and truth 8187|And righteousness look out with so approving light. 8187|'Twas to be my task to teach each soul 8187|To see with clear eye what it worships; 8187|To note the false, so far as it turns 8187|The path of folly into evil; 8187|To trace each duty where 'tis to be found 8187|But to the opposite of vice and woe. 8187|Oh! be it light or be it night, 8187|My lord's in heaven, where all that's good 8187|Shall have his worship on earth no more. 8187|If one to-morrow's doom may yield 8187|A chance--a chance to feel his heart, 8187|And bless the hours that he has watched 8187|Till dawn was bright and light was near: 8187|If death can be to any one 8187|The highest boon of joy or scorn-- 8187|Then let him take his present view 8187|Of his own soul, with so sweet a view 8187|That he may know, 'twas only fate 8187|To greet the wrongs that to him grew 8187|More heavy every hour that passed; 8187|Then let him let himself ======================================== SAMPLE 6730 ======================================== 1166|What he needs must see; but one thing more 1166|Shall be asked: 'Tell me, by the Lord, 1166|When I leave this place, which way I go, 1166|Who shall kneel beside me in the grass, 1166|And not ask me why I do this thing? 1166|Or what I have done for him to know. 1166|'Who shall hear my voice in these long woods 1166|And never ask me, why I sing. 1166|When I am dead, in Heaven's light blue sky 1166|I will lie still as any bird.' 1166|She said it, but he would not hear her, 1166|And ever from that day could see 1166|Her song and her silence were as one. 1166|There by the river there -- on the mound -- 1166|Where the city's wall has stood since last 1166|It stood of old before the battle broke, 1166|There he was seen of one who might know 1166|The woman when she was a child 1166|-- the great woman who grew up with him. 1166|There in the sun once more he lay 1166|Pale, with face like a pale-blue cup, 1166|And his voice rang like a warbling bird 1166|When he sings. And so, the story goes, 1166|He was not alone when peace was brought. 1166|It might be that his voice was still 1166|With the memory of those wild ways 1166|Where the war-pipes, like the black birds' wings, 1166|Tossed out that night, and struck home once more. 1166|And it might be that his face was one 1166|Of those with whom at such a feast 1166|The battle ceased -- that one, who, when 1166|The night grows dark, stands in the sun, 1166|And is still by the hearth to catch the flame 1166|Out of those torches that have gone. 1166|And the great city in the sea 1166|Shone still as it had never smiled 1166|Since God's old day with all his kings 1166|Came with His great gift of fire. 1166|Yet what was it now that thrilled 1166|Thro' all that world-old mystery? 1166|This -- a man with arms of steel and eyes 1166|That flashed with sudden fire and flame, 1166|And in a little hour, the whole 1166|Lay covered over in fire. 1166|And a woman's face, grown pale 1166|With some foreboding of the days 1166|To come, still in the place where she dwelt 1166|And watch by the white door. This -- 1166|The old wild ways, the awful great sea ... 1166|And the great city in the sea. 1166|And there's one who watches him there -- 1166|There is no living man this day 1166|Who watched a man who's gone. 1166|I am just a little little ship 1166|Sailing about the sky, 1166|And every star stands out above me, 1166|Gazing at me from below. 1166|I hear the winds that blow 1166|From out the shivering blue -- 1166|And all the sea is waiting for me 1166|With its eager, longing stars. 1166|I keep my watch just here, 1166|And I hear the low wind stir the snow 1166|From out the lonely hill -- 1166|And I watch my stars grow dimmer 1166|And darker, I keep my watch just here, 1166|And I hear the low wind blow. 1166|I keep my watch just here, 1166|And I watch the stars grow dimmer, 1166|And I hear the snow blowing -- 1166|Oh, well I know that the time is near 1166|When I shall rise from out the sea. 1166|I keep my watch just here, 1166|And I hear the faint wind die away, 1166|And the stars come shining down, 1166|Blooming above me with the light of my love -- 1166|For I know they cannot stay 1166|Out of the place where I shall rise, 1166|When I set my watch just here! 1166|The last year's leaves lay rustling on ======================================== SAMPLE 6740 ======================================== 1279|I want my hizzies, 1279|I want my hizzies, &c. 1279|When my hizzies 1279|Get their clothes on, 1279|Then, then, I want them 1279|For my hizzies, &c. 1279|Young Jamie daurn't wrang, 1279|Neea, na, it's true, O: 1279|Wae's me, my age, my gudesel Jon; 1279|I'm not worth a pliver. 1279|I was sae happy 1279|As a poor lass, &c. 1279|When I've aye horn, and hauds my land, 1279|And dins her down in plenty; 1279|Then, then, I want my hizzies, 1279|I want my hizzies, &c. 1279|The best thing that can happen to-yeh 1279|An' whiles it ups while it gits on! 1279|As I was talking o' the waurs, 1279|Auld Nun's daughters fell in debt 1279|To sell the neighbours bells and rings. 1279|But some they sold nae mae, 1279|And some they sold sae fair, 1279|And some they sold wi' troubler hearts 1279|Tho' they the best could fa'. 1279|They did but tak the ghaists and hie 1279|On a' the ten to t' four, 1279|Wi' halberts fast by their backs, 1279|And a' the ten to four, 1279|Wi' halberts fastened well. 1279|And there they wait till Fats and Royses 1279|Can droun them ances an' more 1279|Frae kith to the wrestle, 1279|And mak' a fule or two. 1279|Then forth they go at their play, 1279|Frae to the house o' Fats and Royses, 1279|And they come right in; 1279|They mak' a puir, pranc'd, drunken clatter, 1279|The while they flang their bells, rings, clubs, 1279|And clubs wi' din. 1279|They tak on Fats aneath their sides, 1279|Wi' their white hands as black as whiteness:] 1279|When their bells rang out wi' pell-mell clack, 1279|The porter was awa' afraid 1279|They must hae some kind o' carnivals fit, 1279|To entertain the people at St. Janin's. 1279|Awa' he went to the Stuarts to drink, 1279|Wi' a' the rest of the Fats an' Royses. 1279|And some he lost, an' some he din'd, 1279|While Nun's daughters stood round, afeard, 1279|To see their husbands, or hear their tell-- 1279|Of Nun's most pitiful story. 1279|But though her heart was a boiling cauld, 1279|She didn't want to be served wi' rum; 1279|So down she sat, to hear what Fats said: 1279|They tauld her naething but gie her cheer 1279|Wi' water from the tank, and a teapot. 1279|Poor Nun! she was fain to be mistaken. 1279|She tauld them naething but gie her cheer; 1279|She tald them naething but gie her cheer; 1279|But they tald her three little pence, 1279|Wi' more, an' mair, an' more, an' mair, 1279|An' mair, an' mair: 1279|And she hung about the stables, 1279|For three whole days an' nights, unmindful 1279|Even o't hinging her gayglersnipe, 1279|To entertain the people at St. Janin's. 1279|The day was Sunday, an' hardly fa' 1279|Of daffin': the clatter, clink, clatter 1279|O' gude thriftie's mou' a' to dance; 1279|The air was stert a smoke stream'-- 1279 ======================================== SAMPLE 6750 ======================================== 13650|Hear it yourself! It is not good for thee. 13650|He had a little dog with him that walked upon the sea, 13650|And every one loved that little dog, because it came 13650|So like a mother to them when they were wounded and sick, 13650|And every one believed it was the best thing that grew. 13650|So this little dog and I were friends and very well friends, 13650|Through us the church-yard mouldings made the hedges, 13650|Through us the grey bird sate watching me when I played, 13650|Through us the cricket played for hours when I was away. 13650|I went to the stable, the stable, O the stable! 13650|And then the stable that I used to lie in, 13650|With the stable-cock above my head, 13650|And the stable-door at the end of my tether. 13650|I have been in the stable since yesterday, 13650|And I am very tired, but I can't get out, 13650|No, my hot little feet will not toddle back 13650|Into the stable, and the cock will not crow. 13650|So long as it is day, my dear, 13650|I see through the church-yard smoke; 13650|But when it is night, the cock crew, 13650|And, O my darling, O my darling, 13650|It is very, very sad and dark. 13650|The wind and the rain are very cruel, 13650|And the wind in the stable's the devil's white son, 13650|I wish I were in the stable! 13650|O my darling, O my darling! 13650|When the cock crew that it was day! 13650|Now it's neither day,--it's night! 13650|O my darling, O my darling, 13650|I saw the poor thing lie there, 13650|I heard the poor thing die: 13650|How the poor thing died! 13650|O my darling, O my darling, 13650|A little dog came out to play on the hill so high, 13650|With a red rag on his head and a rope upon his brown tail; 13650|And he snored until the cock crew, and then he snoozed, and then 13650|He was up the church-yard, and the stable-stairs after he snored. 13650|All the people of the village came as usual to see; 13650|And they cried and they laughed, but they knew that the child was dead. 13650|And up went the child and down went the man-of-war tall, 13650|The little child was dead, and the man-of-war only stood 13650|To watch the wind and the rain go over the child and him. 13650|I went to the stable-gate to look after my prize, 13650|There I found her in her stable all alone, with her tongue 13650|Struck very red holes in her face to show she was dead. 13650|O the girl must be smart, for there was never such a one 13650|In all the village, and yet she is alive and sitting there. 13650|I went to the stable-maid to see what she could do, 13650|She looked all red because of the blood in her eyes, 13650|And she promised I should come again if I gave her my stick. 13650|It was late, and I would not come, for I found an old woman 13650|That listened and waited with a ring in her hand. 13650|She said I could have two stools and she would drive them to him, 13650|For the old lady will sit there all the day long and late. 13650|I had a little grey cat that she took into the yard, 13650|And she left him there when the morn came round again. 13650|And it was only when her head was up and the sun looked down 13650|That she sat down all the day long in her rocking-chair. 13650|I have a little red duck, and it squealing would come a-crawing; 13650|I took out a little of its food when it was only a chick; 13650|For the little thing was so very hungry, and I was very glad 13650|To see the little thing feed itself in the water of the creek. 13650|When I am sitting alone, where the sunlight falls ======================================== SAMPLE 6760 ======================================== 1008|and that they were not able to see, by other than it was meant 1008|they should. It was now now about the fourth day of their journey: 1008|their eyes were now attention-picks; and owing to the 1008|difficulty in remaining fixed, many were indeed 1008|tempted to turn round, and return home tired and unprovided. When 1008|they had turned with all attention, and had broken from their 1008|firmament, they found themselves upon the beach of a little bay 1008|(not more than one mile distant from Florence), where two 1008|bridges overpassed, one near, the other over a ravine. 1008|atiated at this place from not being able to find the place of 1008|entry, and, as they still were turning their faces, their eyes 1008|and countenances were disturbed with such fit of fancy, that 1008|they deemed that they were viewing heaven. The affection which 1008|kindled in them when they saw that image of the glory of the 1008|angel, (and which they not yet had quenched) at that sight procured 1008|them both strength and courage. While they were labouring 1008|through the dismal forest, searching each for the little 1008|bridges, they came unto a river where two shores joined together no 1008|longer to be parted. Upon this mighty current raving went 1008|the matted waters onward, (their backs already becoming 1008|sheltered by the wave) and out of their original place reconstrued 1008|them as in a furnace. Onward still more, they say, they go, 1008|seeing not the spot, until it strikes them with its garish 1008|and tawdry appearance. That which remains so dim behind, 1008|they deem to be the smouldering brand whence fire had issue into 1008|the angelic urn. As a flint which at the forge was turned about 1008|thunders, being turned within the furnace, such they seemed to be 1008|those grim and terrible branches. They who have never 1008|been in Africa should scarcely recognize it, but those who there have 1008|been residents seem to have more notion of its arc and of its 1008|shape. As in the spring the grass shoots forth on certain bank, 1008|according to that which the wind sows, from that river, each 1008|sorrowful object of their vision is renewed; and such is the 1008|shape of that unhallowed place, each feeling that has lost 1008|its original course of vision seems reascending towards the lights 1008|that are revolving in the sky. These souls, that had turned 1008|away both hemispheres, seemed to me different simply from those 1008|of whom it has been spoken in the flesh. And if, perchance, 1008|your perception has been impaired, by still remaining within 1008|that region of the mind where such clearly shall be signposted 1008|that thou canst discover them, the following are the words of 1008|each savage tribe, which they use, when questioned concerning 1008|them by a ghost or by sight alone:-- 1008|"When I have gathered all my leaves, 1008|Then may I go back again to the dust." 1008|occasioned his incredulity, by which he lost his sight. 1008|v. 10. Who is born a Clermaid?] Compare Aelianet. l. v. 11. 1008|v. 34. That which was.] Cf. Ariosto, O. Clu, 25, as well as 1008|Scacchim plumais, etc.; which, though with the intention of 1008|coining its own ridicule, were in reality the first 1008|language of Dante's mind to any of the Ghibelline company. 1008|v. 37. The goodly bark.] A galley, formed by the interlining 1008|v. 43. Of the three.] The second bark bears those who had left 1008|the ship in the first. 1008|v. 50. The other.] Those who, in the second half of the fifth 1008|veneration, had recumbited the sacred cloister. 1008|v. 56. The first bark.] Those ======================================== SAMPLE 6770 ======================================== 23665|He said, and they were in a hurry to depart; 23665|When I asked for some change of color, they made it, 23665|And he said 'twas the color he thought a most fine hue. 23665|I said, it was white with a very light pink I knew; 23665|And my husband said, 'Twas the color they gave him in trade. 23665|They say that color is the color of a lover's heart; 23665|And my husband said, 'twas the color he thought a most fine hue. 23665|A lily I found upon a stone that made no noise; 23665|All of the trees that grew on the hill were as white as snow; 23665|I said, look you, it is not a lily like you see; 23665|But they say it is a white like the moon when it is hid by night. 23665|'Twas the time for the birds to settle round the nest; 23665|They were pleased to see some friendly people come to their door; 23665|All the little children, as eager to feed as they were. 23665|I said, ye boys, was it strange to you that the nest was high? 23665|Then all of a sudden our little nestles all began to fall 23665|'Twas the time for the birds to settle round the nest; 23665|They were pleased to see some friendly people come to their door; 23665|All the little children, as eager to feed as they were. 23665|I said, ye boys, were there any with you in the wood? 23665|I was awfully late; I was coming to take care of our hawk. 23665|So she made off with him at full speed,--'tis all I know that 23665|happened as we hurried along to the creek; 23665|We caught him, and we turned him, and we brought him to shore, 23665|And we brought him off to the nest, and kept him there day. 23665|And we brought him off to the den,--and we kept him there day. 23665|They say his coat and his feathers are so white that the birds 23665|would make them white out of the pink and the snow; 23665|And they say his life is all white by the way that he flies, 23665|And I know that a bird-bird came and settled on the hill, 23665|And we know that the birds keep each other in thrall, 23665|And in thrall we two,--all the little birds and the song, 23665|We both know that a bird is a songbird, even if he's white, 23665|In spite of the sun, and the light, and the night. 23665|If you'd like to see the nest look at how they are laid 23665|with their little nest and their mother close next to them 23665|and the father and twin children all together. 23665|They say nothing about a brook, 23665|But they talk about the rocks and the trees, 23665|And when they are all at rest, they say "I'm so tired!" 23665|And the Mother will answer "Sleep, dear little man!" 23665|And the men will answer "Why, of course, you certainly can! 23665|We can watch all day, and we can sleep all night, 23665|Yet we can never tell when we are at rest, 23665|From the day that we are here, from the night that follows! 23665|Our bodies are like a forest full of trees; 23665|We are happy; that, and the air in the meadow, 23665|All of us,--excepting the little gray bird! 23665|For he flutters and shrills a little way, 23665|And we must take the long way back, ere we can rest. 23665|We should have nothing to sleep in at night, 23665|But a little nest where all can go snug and warm, 23665|All wrapped in the warmest of blankets, that's all. 23665|We've not much time, for the sun seldom sets, 23665|And the stars are the only things that set too; 23665|And we only have a little world to play in, 23665|And the birds are always cheerful, as a rule. 23665|Now that your little world is so made up 23665|At the top, you mustn't put it down; ======================================== SAMPLE 6780 ======================================== 15370|And the last time he rode 'em, 15370|He met an old grey horse, 15370|An' he said to the old grey Horse 15370|"Come along, there's some here 15370|Who would fain be slaves!" 15370|"You who are bound for glory, 15370|I will lead you down!" 15370|"I am not bound to glory, 15370|I am bound to be free!" 15370|"Now, come along, and be a knight, 15370|An' don't be a slave!" 15370|One night I lay down to rest, 15370|I had so much to think of, 15370|For in my slumber deep 15370|My spirit took up its rest, 15370|When I beheld a stranger there 15370|Who rode on a gallop--a spirit-- 15370|A man with a spirit fine-- 15370|Who looked like no living man, 15370|But seemed more lively and bold 15370|Than true, faithful, and honest Jane-- 15370|Who sang a song, and laughed a laugh, 15370|In her spirit's ear she spied. 15370|And as he rode along, 15370|She sang her love-song, 15370|And "How are ye, fair Jane?" said he. 15370|And he answered "With joy, 15370|How are ye, fair angel?" 15370|To which she gave this answer true: 15370|"How are ye, angel?" 15370|I wish I were somewhere else, 15370|It would make my spirit clear; 15370|For I always find a light 15370|If only I can see it near. 15370|I wish that I had the power 15370|To tell you all my thoughts, 15370|As I sit and listen 15370|To a true, fair angel's song. 15370|I wish that I had what I have, 15370|Because that's my right, 15370|And you, angel dear, can tell 15370|All my hopes and fears; 15370|For you know my feelings 15370|When the day's over; 15370|Then why have you so longed 15370|For a true, fair angel. 15370|The sea is a-smiling in the sun, 15370|It does not seem quite afraid of the east; 15370|The sky above it does not seem to frown,-- 15370|'Tis the old green sea, from which it always springs. 15370|It does not give a warning; it keeps peace, 15370|And the breeze that strokes it is uninterested, 15370|As you may see by looking in its eyes, 15370|Where blue and green and white are blended. 15370|It has no name; for it comes and goes 15370|Like a flower that sleeps, and is dreamed of soon,-- 15370|It's called by a name, 15370|And it sleeps 15370|When the sun--the sun! 15370|'Tis the same 15370|That has been to all who have looked on it, 15370|And will always be to all who look on it: 15370|Green and blue, and white and red, 15370|For the sun's own face, and the sea's own lips. 15370|The clouds, like the angels, have passed away. 15370|The moon has set, and the stars, like little hands, 15370|Are gazing up to greet us in heaven. 15370|The sea, like the angels, is floating on 15370|Above the skies, and knows no night but its own. 15370|The stars that shine in the night, like golden eyes, 15370|Are shining, though their faces say "Awake." 15370|The moonlight on the wave is so clear and bright, 15370|It shows from far, and a man may see it there. 15370|The sun has risen, and bright eyes on him smile, 15370|So look out of your evening shadows--how they smile! 15370|The little lilies, that wreathe in dew, 15370|Are dreaming of an hour, though they never shall rise. 15370|The flowers, like the angels, are all full, 15370|To the time in heaven when they will fade! 15370|I wish I was some other land I know ======================================== SAMPLE 6790 ======================================== 30672|In light and darkness, the sun that shines 30672|And sinks and stirs without a motion, 30672|Yet is in motion; and the moon, 30672|The mother of the night with her glance 30672|Of glory and love, is the eye's nurse. 30672|What's sweet and what's sad? Beauty will take 30672|The part that suits her and gives it birth; 30672|But sorrow and sweet quietude are found 30672|In the far, silent, heart-searching eye. 30672|A cloud is cloud and a flower is flower, 30672|A man is man and a soul is God; 30672|The stars in heaven are God's own eyes, 30672|And the joys of earth are joys of God. 30672|How sweet the sound of the evening bell! 30672|The soft breathing of the violet! 30672|How grand the eddying motion of the stream 30672|And the magic grace of the light of the moon! 30672|Ah! sweet the sound, ah! sweet the grace, 30672|That lure us to the stars, the mazarding air, 30672|The dewy light of the twilight skies; 30672|But all these are only the tints of things,-- 30672|The gauds and splendor of the night. 30672|How grand the sound, ah! grand the grace! 30672|Are the sunlit walks of the river, 30672|Where the waters light and never move, 30672|In the night-tide shadows of the mountains; 30672|But still the moonbeam glides on the stream 30672|And calls us to heavenly love and light. 30672|Ah! sweet the sound, ah! grand the grace, 30672|That tempts us from the world of darkness 30672|To flit from shade to shade within the sphere; 30672|Till heaven with the sweet lily-closes clang, 30672|And from her fragrance we depart to rise. 30672|How grand the sound, how grand the grace! 30672|Is the calm and dreamy presence of sleep 30672|Where the soul lies in rapture and content, 30672|Like a dream-flower in the lap of death. 30672|The silent stars have made life perfect, 30672|Glad of the dark when its essence slept; 30672|And still, when the spirit has sunk to rest, 30672|The stars will come forth and their radiance give 30672|The senses with dreaminess and bliss; 30672|But when the last slumber of life falls 30672|The moon will rise from her misty seas, 30672|And wake to beauty and to light 30672|A dream of some new, strange world beyond. 30672|And grand the sound, ah! grand the grace! 30672|To hear is to believe: and yet there fall 30672|Even on my ear this sweetest whisper 30672|Of joy and love from that wondrous deep, 30672|That is like heaven and has wings like heaven. 30672|It is the sound of the great tide that rises 30672|O'er all the waters of the world. It is the sound 30672|Of the deep tides that sweep over ocean 30672|And sea and man. It is the sound of the waters 30672|That rush in foam along the shore, and sweep 30673|Along the ocean waves. 30673|The King he has sent a letter to the Princesses to-day, 30673|Saying "I have heard what you told me, and I must obey." 30673|The Prince's mother is a poor little thing of history, 30673|Who sits at home and talks and tears her eyes away. 30673|She is a royal girl, and all the world reviles her, 30673|For all the world aspires to be like her beauty. 30673|She is an old lady and will never know the sense 30673|Of what all ladies think and feel about her. 30673|So then King Harry sent to ask her to the ball, 30673|And was not very polite when he did so. 30673|He was only going with a lady 30673|Who fancied herself an only child, 30673|And hoped to marry her to-morrow. 30673|And now the little Princess is a princess in the land, 30673|The fairest woman in the British Isles. ======================================== SAMPLE 6800 ======================================== 20|And they with eyes cast down, 228|With hands uprais'd, and with feet upward bent, 228|And round their Goddess toiling in her toil; 228|Such wondrous things, in such like sort, they did. 228|The airy Latian train, as with their feet 228|Ascending, on their upward way 228|The airy Latmian spirits went; 228|Faint, but yet heard the voice of the great God; 228|And all the people, that heard, were stirred. 228|They call'd the troop of airy Spirits up, 228|And said, They will with joy unite: 228|To whom the Centaur thus replied: 228|"Go to, and with such firm affection join, 228|And, as the Centaurs they are, join, 228|For from our Goddess doth our prayer arise. 228|Let us without longer here remain, 228|Which we were bound to keep; go, bound in love." 228|He said: the Centaurs went with speed, 228|Whom with more duteous haste they bore. 228|The friendly Centaurs with them were led, 228|And brought in haste to Lycia; there they found, 228|With fair Ino's aid, a glorious work, 228|With all the ancient honors of their tow'rs, 228|Where was a marble portal, like a grove, 228|To which was led a beauteous maid, that bore 228|The godlike arms, and on the doors array'd 228|With golden work of various hues: 228|Such arms as Ionian gods bestow, 228|Or heroes of old times. They gave the place 228|As house to Fortune, where the Gods were lit 228|In a long porch, for whom they might rejoice, 228|And where the shrine of Love and Fame were built. 228|All these and many more, were join'd in this, 228|A glorious work, and work divinely wrought. 228|This, when the Trojans with the Latins joined, 228|That all their hopes, all wishes might unite, 228|So that they all might share the same request, 228|With arms together brought, of various forms, 228|Of various colors, which the Queen of Heaven 228|Had vouch'd their birth; and thence they went, to join 228|Their arms with those of Latium and the rest. 228|Now was the war of Greece, begun, begun, 228|To crown the mighty chief of Tyre, of fame, 228|Dread husband to the Trojan line; to bring 228|To Troy a happy end; to make repair 228|The Grecian name, and give the Trojan state. 228|Thus ended was the war of Tyre: 228|But when the Trojan dukes, and Tyrian lords 228|Ran into the city, and began to arm, 228|And arm for war, before our leaders came: 228|Then was my Trojans called to join th' attack 228|Of so great fame, of so much renown. 228|Aeneas (though of little fame) in honor 228|Led out the first, and Lycomedes the second. 228|He, from the Grecian camp, with dauntless face 228|Assail'd the towers of Tydeus, built by heav'n, 228|Frown'd from his place amid his broken ranks, 228|And, with a dreadful shout, this answer issued: 228|"Ye, who, with him, who with our arms are vex'd, 228|And in his cause, and with his arms, have fight, 228|Not impotent alike in council and in arms, 228|Now, with the Trojans, will assemble, and the war 228|Will be the last to prove our prowess and to prove 228|Our faith at home; for the high fortune of war 228|Is but to kill what wounds can cure at home; 228|To drive the bravest from their country, where, 228|Unseen amid their tents, they live alone, 228|Or, from their country passing, have their homes: 228|Yet is the war but death to all the race. 228|The godlike Tydeus was with these for foes, 228|Or of them foes; (whose fate is in the givers,) 228|If he be here, so else they be. 228|But when his foes are here, no aid will be 228| ======================================== SAMPLE 6810 ======================================== 24869|Of the great saint, that with the boon 24869|Of infinite mercy stilled the flame 24869|Of his fierce wrath and turned the frown 24869|Of Indra and of Daśaratha’s ire. 24869|The holy men who knew their art, 24869|That mystic arts and lore would try, 24869|Brought with them food and drink, and then 24869|In token of grateful tribute brought 24869|The mighty offering of a child, 24869|And made the offering which they knew. 24869|And after all their labouring long 24869|A hundred years to March they brought, 24869|And all they wished: an abiding-place 24869|To Sítá, and a pleasant town. 24869|A thousand sands were there to make 24869|An age of sorrow and despair. 24869|Thus, thus the king with honour crowned, 24869|The boon that Sítá had secured 24869|In the long course that all had sought, 24869|Sought at his home the glorious shore, 24869|The happy realm and pleasant land, 24869|In the full light of heavenly lore, 24869|And with a thousand sands, so great 24869|His heart with rapture filled. 24869|While Bharat thus with raptures filled 24869|Hailed in his daughter’s tender grace, 24869|The king, for pleasure of his mien, 24869|Appeared in splendour all discrowned 24869|By age, by sorrow and by care. 24869|To him with kindly speech and kind 24869|The queen began to speak, 24869|And kindly took the child to wife 24869|In sorrow so severe,— 24869|“My child, how is the wondrous lot 24869|Of thee who hast been born to-day? 24869|So good, so goodly is thy mien, 24869|So graceful is thy grace, 24869|So fair thy beauty’s blossom shows, 24869|So gentle-breathing is thy voice 24869|That I cannot choose but praise. 24869|I would not call this youth so fair 24869|My darling of the dainty waist: 24869|He might have come a lovely boy 24869|Of Sítá, in his prime.” 24869|He ceased: and Bharat saw 24869|His mother’s eyes, and scarce could speak, 24869|As when in slumber he had passed 24869|From viewless world to viewless one. 24869|Then to his heart his mother spake 24869|To Ráma, honoured dame: 24869|“Let not the royal dame be moved, 24869|Her words are words of woe. 24869|’Tis no disgrace: be not dismayed, 24869|For these the tears which fall. 24869|O, mother, bid her to be still 24869|And let this sorrow pass. 24869|Our bliss is sure, a noble house, 24869|And thus we meet and stand. 24869|A noble dame must ne’er repine; 24869|This life is not her own.” 24869|He ceased: and Bharat in her breast 24869|As the dear mother spake at last: 24869|“What ails thee, lady? What is she 24869|Who here doth show her face, 24869|With wreaths of flowers so lovely laid 24869|Around her lovely hair? 24869|For, look, her lovely hair she weaves 24869|Which waves o’er her form as light.” 24869|Thus Bharat bade his mother grieve, 24869|And grief and anger came. 24869|But Ráma, faithful, sad and meek 24869|Received her sorrows kindly, 24869|And in her soul he gathered all 24869|The sorrows which her breast weighed. 24869|The dame of old, with eye serene, 24869|Her griefs to soothe again 24869|The youthful monarch, Ráma said 24869|Her son had come this way. 24869|Virádha, or Ráma, ’twas the name 24869|Of one of her beloved pair 24869|Who held both Sí ======================================== SAMPLE 6820 ======================================== 8187|"I was afraid"--(and what he means by that is to be guessed). 8187|"I am sure"--the "tenderness of the sea" was _so_ tender. 8187|"Let me taste again--a little"--a little--"Oh no, 8187|"Be quick, Be quick, my weary feet must go"--with sighings 8187|"When we went into the house, and the light-house light 8187|"(To be lighter of which the two of us had need) 8187|"And lo! how suddenly they _looked_ and were gone!"-- 8187|I am glad that my Muse is unwise, and will not run 8187|With her eyes up to the stars, as does that bright boy 8187|Who went to bed without a kiss, but got one, 8187|And left without a smile on his couch--but he, too, 8187|Sits on the wall, as I do, but with a wry, 8187|Lonely heart, that's glad, I'm truly sorry for him, 8187|And looks _so_ lovingly out to the distant sky, 8187|As this _child_ looks wistfully _thorough_ into my own! 8187|Then there's a pair of little eyes--"Tis plain," says he, 8187|"They _know_ the one in white, which has so long to wait 8187|"For a true father's look of affection's return"; 8187|And, ah! they see the other look a moment wonder-- 8187|'Tis like a smile that's _gone_, which smiles _again_ to-night! 8187|"So well grown-up folks are taught--" (here the little eyes 8187|Look up to catch his faltering breath) "so they are-- 8187|"So wise too, since so wise parents are taught. 8187|"But, oh! they are so _young_--so innocent, so happy, 8187|"Like children, yet so like a _father_, too-- 8187|"So gay as if they loved and knew naught of love, 8187|"Yet very grave and grave as if they loved." 8187|Such is the little eyes!--so tender and mild, 8187|As, after a morning of mist, they shine once more 8187|With those soft, sunny, angel-litten smiles, 8187|Which in our own are very _more_ fair, now, they 8187|Look up _till_ they love and know their little mates; 8187|Then back behind and round them they go all 8187|And all the time with a _mother-love_ in every look. 8187|They love, and when _too much_ loved can _never_ love, 8187|At least to such a _point_, they must _never_ go; 8187|But in _that_, at least at that, the little eyes, 8187|As they looked down on that happy little crew, 8187|Looked _even_ higher as _they_ were higher still. 8187|"Well, I beg your leave," he then began--and then, 8187|Just as he was about, all the _harsh_ laughter broke 8187|Thro' that innocent _moments_ and wild, bewildering 8187|Gross cheers of _fear_ and _fervent_ shoutings of _love_, 8187|As round and round in a twinkling, flashing tide 8187|Of rapture there ensued a music like a storm 8187|Of wings from some happy _hitherward_ station sent;-- 8187|But who _was_ there?--that I don't know;--and I saw 8187|No eyes, but _thus_ no _there_, but _thus_ eyes still there. 8187|But as he spoke, some one (all I ken) about 8187|"Was that, _there_ like _there_, or _thus_ there like _there_?" 8187|How soon that answer shall out we two unite 8187|(As each to the other thus made known his name), 8187|And _now_ the little eyes, like butterflies, 8187|Come floating out to tell _him_ he's _there_ and _there_, 8187|While, to make sure he's not a child, but _ ======================================== SAMPLE 6830 ======================================== 2294|He loved to feel the sunshine 2294|On his cheeks and hair and face 2294|And his body clothed in black. 2294|When I was a boy I knew of 2294|The hills on the crest of the world, 2294|But of its hills and forests 2294|And of the forests on the crest; 2294|Till I was old and sick of time, 2294|O weary hills and forests, 2294|You hills, and forests, 2294|I miss you, Mountains, 2294|I miss you, Mountains 2294|The air is strong and hot, 2294|The air is strong and hot, 2294|It carries my thoughts afar 2294|Over the wide world of men. 2294|The air is heavy and still, 2294|The air is heavy and glad, 2294|Like clouds afoot that bring 2294|The joy of all the past to birth. 2294|It is so full of life and light 2294|That I, too, might live for a day 2294|I would grow rich through this light, 2294|And so might I, 2294|It fills me with a loveliness 2294|So full of life and light 2294|That I the air may live for a day 2294|I love my hills, and forests, 2294|And the hills, and forests, 2294|And I long the wind to blow, 2294|And the wind, and the hills, and the woodlands; 2294|And the hills, and the woods, 2294|But I could love for an hour 2294|(Lords, hear and pity!--) 2294|A loveliness so bright and so rare 2294|That the earth that holds its treasures seems 2294|But a dead world--the breath of dust... 2294|The breath of dust that has passed. 2294|There are no hills, no forests, 2294|But one lonely river's flow 2294|And one mighty river's voice that calls 2294|Over the vast of earth. 2294|"I am the River!" my heart cries out 2294|In the voice of something far above; 2294|A cry that stirs up my soul to life, 2294|A strong delight that thrills me through 2294|While I hear it, and feel it, and know. 2294|All things are moving, all the day 2294|I am the River! 2294|My feet are on the land to-day, 2294|The waves are leaping; 2294|They are loving me, as if they 2294|Had never heard Love say 2294|Of any voice so soft and good, 2294|"I shall take you to my heart, 2294|And I shall love you--long, 2294|Long as the sky is blue, and the sea 2294|Shake not in this wind; 2294|Longer than is the sea-shell frail, 2294|Shore-tossed by sea-tides!" 2294|My feet are on the river-way: 2294|The land is fair to see, 2294|And every wood is a singing band, 2294|And I am happy as they. 2294|I am the River, for I live 2294|And I love all fair things, 2294|And with all things I love I bring 2294|The dearest happiness. 2294|And I love you, beloved, as if 2294|You had never heard the River: 2294|But all the stars that ever shine 2294|Are there to show your love. 2294|I have given you light, I have given you shade, 2294|You have given me courage: 2294|The wild wood's wings that will never rest 2294|I have guarded, 2294|Guard I the River in the wood, 2294|And I will be the River, too; 2294|For all my youth I ever seek for You, 2294|and shall find you, 2294|"I am the River! I love you so, 2294|I love you so: 2294|Away, my shadow, and with me be free, 2294|I will be the River, too!" 2294|THE wind blew out of the west; the leaves in the cold ground 2294|fell as at the feet of the snow- ======================================== SAMPLE 6840 ======================================== 937|And I'm the one, and _he_, the one of his whole circle. 937|I have never a thought that's malicious or mean, 937|I would not seek to be your lover, if I could, 937|For I am your only lover. My life's purpose is 937|To make you and me happy, and our love is but happiness." 937|Ah! there she smiles in her joyousness, and I feel the 937|heart's pleasure in the rapture of her words, though 937|I scarcely hear them, for their cadence is so faint: 937|"I have loved you, my own, but _not_ since you were not mine; 937|I say my own vows and come back to love you, then." 937|And as she spoke, the words dropped from her lips so strangely gently 937|I closed my eyes, but I felt my spirit, and went 937|to meet her, and take her hand in mine, and so 937|loved her, I thought I was going to die. 937|But when I had our hands all round each other's waist, 937|I found that love and I, were not only not alone, 937|That I -- myself -- was only in the eyes and the mouth alone. 937|And as she whispered, "Come back!"--My heart rose to its 937|birth, yet so low, so light, that I sank, and strove 937|to rise, but vain; 937|And with a cry so sad, my lips parted so close, 937|that her fingers would not hold; 937|So I fell down on my back and kissed my love's mouth, 937|and kissed and prayed; 937|In the darkness, and the twilight, and in the night; 937|But the one word I said was still the same; 937|So with a moan so sweet, I spoke not; and, but still 937|My lips did hold and hold upon her head; 937|So there, all I knew, was no rest. 937|But what were my thoughts to her? What could I say? 937|Was it _my_ pain, my trouble, my loss, that I wept? 937|Was that all which troubled her heart's dark depths? 937|And, as night is like the silence of dawn, 937|I think that she went to that little chamber by the 937|way of the road, 937|And I know there was no one in the room, and I know 937|that she never stirred. 937|And I think I heard her breath, and I know it was 937|such deep and dreary breath, 937|That I never heard it before and felt so vain. 937|No love-note from her lips that could make me feel glad, 937|No smile on her lips that had so sweet a taste; 937|No lightfoot talk on her lips that were bright and wild, 937|Or any sound, 937|For I knew she felt and she knew I felt; and I 937|felt the same -- 937|So I sat in the dark as night, and forgot the day. 937|And, in the darkness, there was darkness and death; 937|And the shadows, and the darkness, and darkness had 937|their will. 937|A moment, and the darkness went back to its dark, 937|And all was dark before. 937|Then the darkness in my eyes grew fair to look on; 937|And I thought of her bright eyes as my eyes grew dim; 937|And I thought of the sweet, young, innocent lips -- 937|And I thought of the bright, young, innocent hands -- 937|And I hoped that I never must clasp again 937|My wife, my dear wife, she could have so much joy 937|In our home life; 937|Fearing, oh, dreading all things, fearing all things 937|that I said -- 937|Yet, for one happy minute, I thought of her eyes, 937|And I thought that I would have died there, for her sake 937|Had she lived! 937|And I sank and sunk with her, and felt so strange, 937|And I said: "Poor woman! I am sorry, I ======================================== SAMPLE 6850 ======================================== 20956|And the sweet music ceased, 20956|And the light grew gray 20956|And the moon went down, 20956|And the darkness closed for night. 20956|And the moon shone on the greenwood tree, 20956|And the sun shone on the sun-browned sod, 20956|And the birds were in the branches sung, 20956|For some one loved the sweet tree there; 20956|Some one loved the grasses there, 20956|Where the sweet moon rains sweet dew, 20956|And the birds were nestled all so well: 20956|And sweetly sweet the voice that sang, 20956|For the trees made sweet music too. 20956|As I pass the other day 20956|And the summer day is growing cold, 20956|In my heart, as in a nest, I hear 20956|Such a little church-bell ringing. 20956|Sings of angels in eternity, 20956|In eternity sing my joys, 20956|And the happy stars give their light 20956|To a joy, a eternal joy. 20956|And the world will one day cease to be 20956|So near the threshold, as I stand, 20956|So near the threshold now, 20956|That the end of day shall be the first 20956|Of the songs it takes away; 20956|And the sunset's star, upon the wave, 20956|Will go out on the sea-tides then; 20956|For the sound o'er the wind will swell and flow 20956|From the joy joy's voice has called; 20956|And the bells they will ring from the wooded land, 20956|Where, like a child, with love's sweet voice. 20956|Sings of angels in eternity, 20956|In eternity sing my joys, 20956|And the happy stars give their light 20956|To a joy, a eternal joy. 20956|Hear the bells. Oh blessed be they who ring, 20956|On St. Cecilia's Day, 20956|The bells for those who are gone from sight, 20956|And those who long to come again! 20956|Hear the bells. Oh blessed be the men, 20956|Who to their work do beat, 20956|And from sorrow they a future bright, 20956|With labor give a blissful day. 20956|Hear the bells. Oh blessed must the girl 20956|Who goes to earn a shroud, 20956|The mother who bears her little boy, 20956|That down the dark road may tread. 20956|But hark! that in the church is heard 20956|The voice of the priest and sage, 20956|In whose holy books is read, one day, 20956|The precept to put forth a rose. 20956|Oh, what a day was it, when first 20956|God gave the rose in Eden to me! 20956|The rose-tree was on the ground. 20956|And from the boughs the birds, with joy, 20956|From copse and bush and tree, 20956|In flocks and flutter, flew to it, 20956|And gathered there and smiled. 20956|And by that tree, through dew and mist, 20956|And from the house the cold, 20956|I saw the rose-petals fall; 20956|O rose! how fall the leaves then, 20956|And climb the ground again. 20956|I heard the bells of heaven ring, 20956|So solemnly and sweet, 20956|A song of heavenly mysteries, 20956|The heart of old Abelard 20956|Was in that church of huisant chimes; 20956|The church which Christ and his mother built. 20956|"O father," said the bells, "behold 20956|The rose that God for us affords, 20956|A garland for your head and mine; 20956|Behold the faith that is our own!" 20956|And as the chimes their song had done, 20956|I thought on what had befallen 20956|The old and young, who, with one accord, 20956|Peal out the praise of the old stammering vows 20956|With the sweet singing of the new. 20956|The old is as old songs, and the young 20956|As new songs ======================================== SAMPLE 6860 ======================================== 1304|That he would see her, that his love would be her care. 13650|Lily, Rose, and Sunflower, all blushes of June 13650|Were hers, and all the earth was beautiful as they: 13650|In a perfect circle, where they blushed like the night, 13650|With no cloud in the heaven, they lay enthralled quite. 13650|She, rising, spread her mantle to the Moon, 13650|Whose tender and beautiful lustre made it bright: 13650|But she thought it was too bright, so she spread it back 13650|To make it reflect her beauty everywhere. 13650|Like a star, the Sunflower, that is born in June, 13650|Was shining through the darkness and light of the June sky; 13650|And every flower, that grew near to his path, 13650|Went out to meet him in gladness and mirth; 13650|When he came back with a shower of green hair, 13650|And flushed cheeks, while the roses made glad his cheek. 13650|With a smile so bright, the Moonflower laughed; 13650|But the roses, that knew his life of love, 13650|Sat silent, and gazed in his bright eyes, 13650|Until he said, 'Ah! 'twas very amiss; 13650|'Twas the roses that I meant to meet in June!' 13650|Then arose from the roses a sadder breed; 13650|With their white and ruddy faces all glistening with dew, 13650|And laughing and laughing till they died, to see Love go. 13650|The Spring came with its roses, white and red; 13650|And the skies, with a softness and glory of light, 13650|Shone in the eyes of the flowers, more white and bright: 13650|And the Spring came back with a drought of cold; 13650|And the Spring began to droop, and the dew was gone; 13650|And the Rose had drooping, and moaning, and sighing, while 13650|A blue and purple and azure mist spread out from the north, 13650|Like a mantle, and glittered and screened her from sight. 13650|But the Spring came back with a rain of song, 13650|Like a shower of sunshine, and said, 'Come, Love, come, 13650|And I'll show thee a merry life, if I may: 13650|A place where thy kisses are greeted with laughter and grace; 13650|And I'll set forth, in a circle, every day 13650|A merry life, with a merry Spring, to be thine own!' 13650|Then rose a mighty Spring of song, and a song of joy, 13650|In the air o' the Spring, and the Spring of all things fair! 13650|And a great wave of joy streamed thro' the garden and field, 13650|And down the blue valley, down the green lane, 13650|And ever the white-thorn blossom burst in fragrance 13650|Like a pearl-dew that trembled in sunshine and dew. 13650|And the Spring, in a thousand forms, was with Love, 13650|And the day was all Spring, and a day of delight; 13650|But all too soon a cry came at evening of June, 13650|For Winter comes down to banish in June the Rose: 13650|'The Winter is with us, while Summer is with Youth, 13650|And the time when we meet he can come too soon.' 13650|In many a faded spot 13650|Of flower and sheathed spray, 13650|Dwelt Winter all the day; 13650|Broken accents through the rain, 13650|Where the white clouds hung. 13650|Through the dusky lanes and paling 13650|Of the paling twilight dim, 13650|How the winter shrieked, while his white flocks slept; 13650|How the winter mocked him from the trackless wood; 13650|And then how the Summer cheered, and Winter fled! 13650|Winter, the savage, sent a chill, a clammy breath, 13650|Winter came in his awful power; he shook 13650|The green leaves as he rushed, and his eyes were dire. 13650|He had rumbled in his wrath, 13650|And the winds could not stay; 13650|The wind had never been in his face ======================================== SAMPLE 6870 ======================================== 5185|To the blacksmith's house returned; 5185|To the wood abodes came he, 5185|Placed his tools upon the hearthstone, 5185|O'er the hearthstone gently haled them, 5185|Quickly moves the ponderous framework, 5185|With soft feet of a worthy maidens, 5185|With the nimble movements of a maidens. 5185|In the yard the housewife waits him, 5185|Toils the young laborers hardiness, 5185|To enrich the ancient abode- 5185|But the blacksmith did not venture 5185|To the yard to see the fish-haul. 5185|To the yard the bride awaits him, 5185|Toils the young bridegroom to obtain him, 5185|As the ancient custom is observed, 5185|In the home of Wainamoinen. 5185|Louhi, hostess of the Northland, 5185|Takes the fish-horns from the fisherman, 5185|From Wainola's ancient dwelling, 5185|To the fish-holes leads the hero 5185|To the ocean's shoals and waters, 5185|There to fish for her beloved fish-pond; 5185|But she does not touch the trawl, 5185|Do not touch the trawl of fish-nets. 5185|Then the blacksmith, Ilmarinen, 5185|Places on the poles the trawl-pole, 5185|On the trawl-pole, then, the hero, 5185|Places on the pole the trawl-tackle, 5185|Then he ties the trawl-nail on it 5185|To the blacksmith's girth of birch-wood, 5185|To the fishing-tackle of steel; 5185|Ties with thongs the kerbends of deer, 5185|Ties with thongs the kerbends of car'rus, 5185|Ties with thongs the kine of sable, 5185|Ties with thongs two gelding-headed, 5185|Then he ties the catch-all of copper 5185|To the hero's hat of deer-skin, 5185|To his fishing-tackle of copper; 5185|Ties the fishing-line of Ilmarinen, 5185|Ties the trawl-nails of his fish-net, 5185|Ties the fish-net to the fishing-tackle, 5185|Ties it well with thongs of deer-skin, 5185|Ties it well with thongs of kingly, 5185|Ties it to the rock-pole of Mana. 5185|Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel, 5185|Fished at morning, at midnight, 5185|Fished at evening, too, in figures, 5185|For the sun had not yet arisen; 5185|Fished at early hours at evening, 5185|Till the water was all covered 5185|And the fish were all drowned in it. 5185|Then the blacksmith, Ilmarinen, 5185|Fished for fathoms in the waters, 5185|For four ells of water-fjord-way, 5185|Where the blacksmith, Ilmarinen, 5185|Moulded the trawl from the birch-wood. 5185|To the middle of the waters, 5185|Toward the extreme ends of Baltic, 5185|Drew he then the trawl o'er ocean, 5185|Took away the boat in water, 5185|Introduced another trawl-boat, 5185|Tried to use it to fishes, 5185|But the trawl-line he could not handle. 5185|Louhi, hostess of Pohyola, 5185|Then inquired of Wainamoinen, 5185|This the question of the hero: 5185|"Tell me how many girdles, 5185|How many furs of Northland, 5185|Hafma's flesh and Hiawatha's, 5185|Thrown to you in the waters, 5185|Since you set yourself to rowing?" 5185|Well intended was the magician, 5185|Built a magic net to float it, 5185|Drew it all together from water, 5185|Drew it from the sea of water. 5185|Hardly ======================================== SAMPLE 6880 ======================================== 34237|The light-hearted birds 34237|Of summer camp, are merry people, 34237|But the dearest are the owls. 34237|Oh, then, my dearest beloved, 34237|When I was but a lad, 34237|Ah, my Dear! you were a Fairy; 34237|For you I could not rest: 34237|The birds were kind unto me, 34237|And the water lily sweet; 34237|But you were cold and hard and stern, 34237|And hard I loved you the more, 34237|For you were all I had. 34237|For you I sought a water lily; 34237|But a bird I have not flown, 34237|Or a friend as fair to see 34237|As you, dear Bird of September! 34237|But I know, dear Love, there's grief in you, 34237|And woe 's a very fairy kind of thing. 34237|Why, my dear, be kind to your dear; 34237|I'm quite sure we should all be glad to go 34237|As far as you, dear Bird of September, 34237|When you are gone, come back to us! 34237|"A little boy is a king." This lay has a story that is 34237|"A little boy is a prince." This might well be said of a 34237|little boy, if he had but the little mind to love all 34237|little flowers; but he has a little head that does not hear 34237|the thought of the little one he loves and is sorry for. His 34237|heart has the stubborn stubborn head that never will bend 34237|for one moment in all its discontent. To the long hours without 34237|answer to any single one of his prayers; and to the 34237|long hours that re-echo it to him in the silence of his sleep, 34237|he will say that he would rather be a little child, with 34237|little flowers in his hair, than a little king of kings, with 34237|king's crown upon his forehead. 34237|_L'Allegro. 34237|"He came upon us, of his great love 34237|In the morning, through the dusk of night; 34237|He caught us with our young desire, 34237|And wrapped us in his arms so warm and tender. 34237|"He kissed us in the golden light, 34237|He lulled us in his tender embrace, 34237|And filled us hearts with joy and gladness 34237|That we never more shall know pain or sorrow." 34237|When the little star that guides the nightingale 34237|Sings her sweetest with her eyes half closed, 34237|And all the fragrant brood that feed upon her 34237|Fly wondering up the cloudy steeps of night, 34237|And leave the little gentle moon, to fill 34237|The vacant moonlight with her fragrance; 34237|When the little yellow leaves that gather round 34237|Are changed to golden flecks of gold, and all 34237|The flowers are full of the rich hues they shed, 34237|There comes a murmur on the grassy hill, 34237|A breath of listening stars that watch the night, 34237|Of birds that are asleep in shady bowers: 34237|A dream of the sweet hidden stars that wait 34237|On the young nightingale above the lea. 34237|The little red star o'er the moon 34237|Sits like a queen, in the blue Heaven; 34237|And, with soft smile, the little star 34237|Sets the sun's bright smile to her hair. 34237|She is so fair and she is so sweet, 34237|So innocent and so divine; 34237|I would that I could emulate 34237|The little Red Queen above the lea. 34237|Her eyes are so soft and innocent, 34237|And her cheeks are so red and rosy, 34237|Her lips are made of rosewood only, 34237|And her teeth are emerald and topaz. 34237|The little red Queen sits smiling, 34237|While the sun shines on her rosy bed, 34237|As she digs in her beauteous bosom 34237|And spreads out all her sweet brown sweaters. 34237|The little Queen sits smiling, 34237|O, her ======================================== SAMPLE 6890 ======================================== 19221|If thou wilt keep aloof from strife, 19221|And, save thy soul from Fortune's dart, 19221|Be happy, and not mourn for one, 19221|Who, for thyself, wert happy before. 19221|I stand upon the brink of age 19221|Yet cannot care a rap whether 19221|I am young or old. A dull care, 19221|To which the soul is sunk and grown 19221|As weary, as it were no more; 19221|To which the heart is prone and tied 19221|As to the shade; which like a harp 19221|Tir'd by a bard, is all a-swig'd 19221|With the new breath of song, and then 19221|Sinks at last, when wearied out with care, 19221|Forth on the waves of youth and love. 19221|O never say that life is spare, 19221|Nor is the world for ever fair! 19221|Nor sun that day of gloom and rain 19221|That never shall smite down again; 19221|Nor flowers that meet the mourner's door, 19221|Or hear the last sad dirge of a child: 19221|The breath of life is ever dear 19221|Who keeps the fire within him burning, 19221|The glory of man who keeps his birth, 19221|The glory and the day of years burning, 19221|The glory and the glory of God. 19221|In the wide shelter of the sky 19221|I would not lie awake at night 19221|To hear old sorrows, old regrets, 19221|Old broken laws, old dead desires; 19221|But I should like to be, while here 19221|Is sun and laughing earth and air, 19221|A wandering singer; where are they, 19221|The singers in the days of old 19221|In their green shade, whose sweet prelude gave 19221|Their music life, whose voice gives birth 19221|To the green bard, that bards us here 19221|To sing what they with warmer voice 19221|In sweeter notes would dare to raise? 19221|I would like to live in these 19221|Such years, such freedom, such delight 19221|As, in their liberty to please, 19221|They gave to singing; nor their fault, 19221|If from the strain they feel a shrink 19221|Of mild regret for servility 19221|To such, whose thoughts and senses still 19221|Are bounded by the bounds of stone 19221|And life, who, to their own dishonor, 19221|Have striven to make that freedom good. 19221|There is not room for doubt or fear 19221|There is no despair or doubt: 19221|The sun shall rise, and David's rod 19221|Shall wash away our stain. 19221|This world was made to please the mind 19221|And pleasure beam from every eye; 19221|Then who can tell the future's gloom 19221|Or what sweet dreams its gloom may be? 19221|But all men's children are we 19221|Whether they be or are not fair; 19221|And we, who have not long to stay, 19221|Wear out in some short space. 19221|Wear out, but do not want in strength, 19221|Lest after a little while 19221|We, too, in our short while, be gored 19221|With the same wounds as they. 19221|And when we are assembled here, 19221|All fair, be sure, and fit, and wise; 19221|And have gained (since our first day) 19221|Our station by some fine return, 19221|Fair as then, and calm as now; 19221|Think ye on those bright pastimes 19221|Whereof our fathers were enshrine; 19221|And say with what concord they 19221|So endear'd heaven their heritage. 19221|Think ye they pleased the gods to be 19221|As they assembled here? 19221|Nay! rather say, who could do so 19221|Much, and do at once? 19221|These are the years of plenty, 19221|Summer and winter thither; 19221|And these shall be their lament 19221|When we are sad for them. 19221|Sick ======================================== SAMPLE 6900 ======================================== 2130|From the dread of a tempest and a storm. 2130|That we may be the best fitted to guard the line." 2130|"Then I'll keep guard,"--said Eglantine who is more than one with all. 2130|"I have never seen the likes of you since you rose from Fowl." 2130|"The greatest monarchs have been things of no use." 2130|"God rest you, boys." 2130|"God rest you all." 2130|Then he said farewell to the camp. 2130|"God grant we may be safe and our wives." 2130|"That may be so, and we may go to the camp in safety." 2130|"And where are your soldiers now?" 2130|"They've given their ships to Admiral Fox." 2130|"Who shall be our Admiral?" 2130|"Who of our navy? What nation?" 2130|"We are now in such a wretched plight." 2130|"Go on." 2130|"We must get away." 2130|"Why not send for you, Ginevra?" 2130|"Why tell us we may have our ships." 2130|"Then tell us we have the navy." 2130|"We do. But there is one drawback." 2130|"Nay, that you'll leave them to." 2130|"But, Admiral, why this is ill." 2130|"We must not be brought to the hand of the King." 2130|"And is our King Charles I mean? What of that?" 2130|"But why not send, sir, for you?" 2130|"Why maynot we send for Ginevra?" 2130|"Why that were easy, for he had no longer mercy on his heart." 2130|"But why don't we come and sack-the ships?" 2130|"Because we must be protected, Ginevra." 2130|"But you're the wrong estate too! Do the right would succeed? What, what?" 2130|"Yes, it is the right, for it is God's will, and what can we do but 2130|answer?" 2130|"We would not answer if we might." 2130|"Why, what now? Why not answer?" 2130|"You were told that the Lord would have it such, no matter--no matter." 2130|"Not so, sir. But you would be told." 2130|"Then--if I can be helped by an imaginary simile--there's the kind 2130|"I say so, dear." 2130|"You have been to a few naval engagements." 2130|"Now, how far we have to travel." 2130|"We must not go farther?" 2130|"No, no. It is time for us to be getting sleep." 2130|"Then tell me then what we can do before we go." 2130|"We can't sleep then, dear." 2130|"But you have a fleet?" 2130|"The fleet is a dream; we cannot even dream of more." 2130|"What if we had ten fleets? What if we had fifty?" 2130|"You think the army will do as well without it?" 2130|"But if you had no army then we might be strong." 2130|"But there you have it. But--but if we were then 2130|"Why, I would have said you said we were invincible." 2130|"We are invincible now? Is that what you mean?" 2130|"I know you think the army is to be feared." 2130|"I don't believe in it, but what's the use of that? 2130|"Is it not true that we had a war with Prussia?" 2130|"Not one of our battles was bloody?" 2130|"And those that were fought at St. Mihiel?" 2130|"And yet it is said that it was our soldiers of Prussia" 2130|"We had to sleep in the trenches all night." 2130|"Let us have some sleep for our fatigue." 2130|"Yes, to be sure." 2130|"Then we won't have any--you and I on the trenches." 2130|"We'll sleep till morning!" 2130|"We'll get it for once and get it every day." 2130|"We cannot sleep. We will not sleep much longer." 2130 ======================================== SAMPLE 6910 ======================================== 30332|And the night-moth's wing upon the mountain-tops of sleep. 30332|For he was now so very far from them, that he seemed 30332|A god gone out to seek. 30332|The maidens, the poor little children, they cried, 30332|"Alas! what means this? what means all this sadness? 30332|Alas! what means all this sorrow?" 30332|Up rose King Olaf the King, and set upon the ground 30332|The little children, as dead indeed as dead could be: 30332|And he set thereon a great stone, well wrought and square, 30332|And then he said within himself, "This is King Olaf's; 30332|Yet this shall be a lie." 30332|Then in the dawn-light he rose from his bed anigh 30332|The old King, and strode towards the sea-shore; there stood, 30332|As was his wont, before him the fair young bridal-girl, 30332|And cried aloud, "Thou shalt not pass this way without 30332|Thy father's greeting." 30332|"Behold, Olaf," returned the gentle maiden then, 30332|As in her arms she hung about the King's waist, "they say 30332|Thou lovest thine father now no more, and shalt not pass 30332|This way without his greeting." 30332|Thereafter 30332|Then he called out aloud unto Olaf, "Say to me, 30332|Is this thy greeting? Is this thy message to me?" 30332|And Olaf made answer straightway, "This is the truth, 30332|And ye also know it." 30332|"Nay, dear father," she answered, "Nay, I am not as you 30332|Are, nor as you seem. No wonder am I thus, for this 30332|I know, that I have come hither through the deep abode, 30332|To seek for tidings of my loved and lost father." 30332|And Olaf said, "To-day thou shalt not pass this way, 30332|And thereabouts, and in the wood," etc. 30332|She took the stone from his neck in her hand, and went 30332|Away; and straightway the King spake first to her: 30332|"Say thee a little, nameless thing, straight speak to me; 30332|If I would live, wilt thou, good father, come with me? 30332|And I shall go thither with thee." 30332|"How shall I come?" 30332|To this then the King began; "Thou shalt not say me nay, 30332|But say me nay--nay, as once I made thee to say, 30332|That thou and all thine house were mine this day by law." 30332|But the fair young maiden said, "It was not by law, 30332|Nor can man live that dares; but a little farther on, 30332|I shall tell you all another thing, the which is true, 30332|And then in truth thou shalt come to me and be mine own, 30332|And tell me all thine illness, and all thy misery, 30332|And tell me all thine unhappiness." 30332|Then the fair young maiden stretched out her silver hand 30332|And drew him towards her, into the hall's great door, 30332|And there a-weeping sat, and soothed his heart's despair, 30332|As she spake things over with King Olaf his son. 30332|Then said King Olaf, "Fair maid, what sorrow hast thou found 30332|To put thee weeping there? O tell me all thy tale, 30332|For I would hear it e'en as the true King hath heard." 30332|And the fair little maiden, "O King what sorrow 30332|Beguiled me, that thou shouldst come to me anigh? 30332|And what, O King, hast thou, that thou dost not say, 30332|That I shall not make known it unto thee ynowe?" 30332|Then spake the King, "Yea, thou shalt make known it unto me, 30332|And I will fulfil it gladly, by my law and right." 30332|Thereafter spake she, "The maiden, now art thou wedded, 30332|She is the ======================================== SAMPLE 6920 ======================================== 8187|The first to read and learn. 8187|His little book, at first, contains, 8187|In very small type, 8187|The poems of himself and friends; 8187|Which, when read, we think, 8187|Can't be beat at all; 8187|The rest, as books will, lies hid, 8187|And we find, to our sorrow, 8187|The work is bad. 8187|That's no excuse for the poor, 8187|Poor human soul, 8187|Who, in a little _book_, 8187|Can learn to pray. 8187|But he who, when life's hard work 8187|Puff forth in print, 8187|Finds that, now and then, 8187|It pays to quit-- 8187|His heart is made more sweet, 8187|And he learns to trust God's care; 8187|Who, when his life's work's over, 8187|Can say with an even tone,-- 8187|"I did not quite."--- 8187|That's the very soul of God, 8187|And he should know, 8187|By the Book of Life, 8187|That he's happy-- 8187|In the happy book, 8187|Tho' his soul should say,-- 8187|"I didn't quite." 8187|No--not quite! 8187|He hath still a part to play, 8187|And one heart-pulse too; 8187|The soul, that could so well bear 8187|The heat and strain, 8187|Can show what 'tis at last, 8187|To the wistful world. 8187|In the happy book, 8187|Tho' all else were nought, 8187|'Twould still be nought 8187|"Nothing indeed" and _nothing but_-- 8187|That is all, at last. 8187|No matter what may befall, 8187|If _he_ play a part, 8187|And, at _one_, his soul find grace 8187|In the _other_ heart; 8187|It is surely his last, 8187|If he can show but _two_ 8187|Heart-breaks, and that twain 8187|Should bring him nigh, for Heaven's own sake, 8187|No tears but of this one. 8187|In the happy book, 8187|This, only this, 8187|He that wrote this very page, 8187|Made both the soul and the heart-- 8187|And he should be happy there. 8187|If, from his life, _he_ write not one, 8187|But this, at least, in one; 8187|What if, from his name, _he_ bring not 8187|One _blame_ but this from himself? 8187|Let not another live 8187|In an age when we say, "Write once more; 8187|"And give for your pains 8187|"The fame of your true friend and dearest friend-- 8187|"Our friend, alas! who is gone." 8187|Himself I will mention,-- 8187|To _him_ I will turn again. 8187|Tho' with a little less wit and style, 8187|And an inferior pen, 8187|If he were _first_ in the field of wit, 8187|He must be second then. 8187|But he's more than that;-- 8187|As for him, he's both _first_ and _last_, 8187|And all his merit lost. 8187|Thus, as a child, a wit will thrive, 8187|Even on the wildest tongue; 8187|But, like a tree that grew, 8187|Shrinks when the tempest comes. 8187|And, while its roots are fed by winds, 8187|And thro' many storms, 8187|While its leaves are stript by showers, 8187|And thro' many storms goes. 8187|It knows, tho' it may seem in the world, 8187|That power to cheer, 8187|To be more than earth, tho' a star! 8187|And that to be tho' the ruin of all. 8187|Tho' all its leaves and branches may ======================================== SAMPLE 6930 ======================================== 1365|As I am minded for to speak to him, I pray you, 1365|And he will say to you, if you will but listen, 1365|He's a stranger, and does me little kindness; 1365|The reason being that he's the son of a common farmer, 1365|And his mother's dead, and he inherited 1365|A considerable property, chiefly horses; 1365|And he is a very melancholy creature, 1365|And full of melancholy thoughts. 1365|As you live, then? 1365|Yes; but not with much comfort, no, I beg you! 1365|For he has all the wealth to give the money, 1365|Which, unless you buy off the farmer, you might be 1365|The poorer for the purchase. 1365|He? 1365|Yes; he owns the farm, and his wealth is quite large; 1365|And what he does is much to the good. 1365|If he would tell you in short, in short, what they do-- 1365|You would not listen to him at all, I know; 1365|But then the farmer has a way of telling you 1365|What they do. 1365|And he has no better skill. 1365|Yes; this is one of his virtues; and he'll tell you, 1365|If you will listen unto me, of the rest. 1365|Now he has got to sell your property, his own, 1365|Which he never yet has sold for more than one season, 1365|And you'll see very shortly where he buys corn. 1365|What makes him buy corn? 1365|It is because, in spite of all his wealth, his own, 1365|There's not a year, not an year, not an hour of this 1365|Of this great abundance which is now at hand; 1365|And he is thinking of the death of the farmer, 1365|And of the harvest, and the money to spend. 1365|The farmer is gone, or gone, and will not return, 1365|Unless he have his full share of the harvest; 1365|If he be dead, they are sure that his will must die, 1365|And all will be in vain as now. 1365|If he are living, and you have your own corn land, 1365|Then the farmer is one of the few alive; 1365|And if you have none, then is a better man faring, 1365|Because he has many acres of all your land to pick. 1365|Have they gone? 1365|Yes; every one of them. 1365|They are just in some way at the mercy of nature, 1365|And cannot do without corn; and every one 1365|Is a prisoner of his own poor cellar. 1365|Ah! the poor man, I say, with his family when he 1365|Can find no comfort in his cellar! 1365|But if this be the case, they have gone, because, 1365|As soon as the day is, the children wake; 1365|And they have sent you a letter informing them 1365|That the farmer is dead and gone somewhere. 1365|We have all our farmers; we have all our fields, 1365|And the corn in the barn lies scattered on the floor; 1365|And all our poultry flutter round us, as they please, 1365|As their own little friends, and not as strangers. 1365|They have all gone, and they all will go somewhere, 1365|For every farmer has at times a farm, 1365|And the farmer is still with the farmer still, 1365|And it would not seem strange if every farmer, 1365|After he had grown a certain length of corn ears, 1365|Should send to his children, who would take some, 1365|And some would send back many, and send none; 1365|When we would ask them what was the matter, 1365|They would answer: "We can't tell. They haven't gone, 1365|And they will never come back. There is always a chance 1365|They will pass the barn-gate, or go over it, 1365|And not return. It is better to have all 1365|Our corn than nothing, for there is always a crop." 1365|In the year of his death when his harvest was gone, 1365|Two years old the ======================================== SAMPLE 6940 ======================================== 19226|That no man there could look on their face. 19226|They did not look on him, neither did they care; 19226|And with those eyes as pure and good and kind 19226|You scarce knew where to find them. They smiled. 19226|I never saw one look back, 19226|Or even a sidelong glance 19226|On either shoulder. And if one did come, 19226|She might have been, perchance, a wife, or one who was 19226|In love with one, or at war. 19226|You cannot guess what 't was that struck me so 19226|When I was there. 19226|'Twas the sun, and not the moon. 19226|A great white speck came on like the sight of ghosts 19226|I see them in the daylight, but what is this? 19226|I see them all day long, but what is this? 19226|It does not even reach their sight. 19226|They see it day and night, but what is this? 19226|Why do they not look up? 19226|I cannot tell. But it was not light. 19226|So they sat there like fools, 19226|While they saw the moon in the sky, 19226|But not as if there were in sight 19226|An awful speck. 19226|And there was a woman in the road 19226|That could not look upon that spot, 19226|Nor any others that were there, 19226|But go go on with her life. 19226|No one could look up? 19226|No, or, to say it more plainly, 19226|No, or none could look down, 19226|But that was the only thing 19226|That struck her senses clear. 19226|But I will be brief. 19226|For it is not the sun that strikes-- 19226|But only the men in that field, 19226|That strike the women and men 19226|In the world. 19226|They have no light in that field 19226|But the one beam of the moon, 19226|That, while they sit and watch it, lies 19226|A little way from them; 19226|But all the lights of the land 19226|Are lit with light from the sky, 19226|And they are but half-way wed 19226|Who are at war. 19226|But I should like to go 19226|Down under where the men are 19226|Away from the fighting men, 19226|That are on the battle-ground, 19226|Where the fighting is done; 19226|And I think I would see them 19226|The while the moon and the stars 19226|Are shining on them. 19226|That would be warm! 19226|The winter's gone, I go 19226|And find a new one. 19226|I will have to hunt, 19226|And see what I can pick, 19226|And try to pick a star, 19226|To catch it and bring it 19226|Home to my house. 19226|So I'll make a sign! 19226|A ring, a sign, a chain! 19226|It's in the air! 19226|And we'll all go in, 19226|And look to see! 19226|But first I will stand 19226|On this side of my bed, 19226|And look for a butterfly 19226|Lies sleeping on the grass. 19226|There's one I shall not forget, 19226|For I shall keep it from my pain, 19226|And when I come from the hunt. 19226|The sun has come up, the snow's begun to melt, 19226|I hear the bugle sound as I sit in the tower; 19226|And I watch the waggon move across the plain 19226|As it carries the dead away from the towers. 19226|It stops at last beside the house, and there 19226|I stand and watch that the dead come out of the house. 19226|We've gone about like brutes, I can see a row 19226|Of the men's clothes all neatly stowed in the chest; 19226|But the women, too, they've strewn them away, 19226|And scattered them here and there about the street; 19226|And every man has his musket somewhere ======================================== SAMPLE 6950 ======================================== 28375|But here let us be content, and here allow 28375|No more than we can rightly hold 28375|In our high, honour'd memories. 28375|Here we'l have still the joys of peace 28375|As they were our mothers, when they had 28375|No fears o' hell or other woe. 28375|The olden love of beauty, shall 28375|We make our own?--Ah! what a change! 28375|A bliss in this our little life! 28375|A bliss, which is but half of peace, 28375|And the sole sweet sound we miss 28375|When we are on the road, and think on 28375|The pleasure which we can achieve 28375|At the end and by the way; 28375|When to the little gates our steps must reach 28375|And have us pass'd by all the crowd-- 28375|Whilst they, though full of cares, and blind, 28375|Are soothed with kindliness on the way, 28375|That, although they seem to be blind, 28375|They seem to have no fears o' hell or other woe! 28375|'Neath a shady tree, under a willowy spray 28375|I saw a little nymph sits in a shade, 28375|In a white and quenchless bosom kiss'd with green. 28375|Her cheek with tears was freshen'd, her hair 28375|Was in wild disorder scatter'd round, 28375|And now in little streams is gushing, 28375|No longer running; her tears, her mirth, 28375|Are flowing round. She, nymph of the willows, 28375|Cares for her darling boy, and has--forsooth-- 28375|More happiness in one night than he-- 28375|Two happy loves, which she hath kiss'd, 28375|The one with tears, the other with blisses. 28375|She, nymph of the willows, and she, whom love 28375|Ate, did so soon kill, at a night-fall 28375|Are sleeping together, and the tears 28375|Are falling from thine eyes; 28375|And the burthen of thine heart 28375|Seems more than all that I can tell. 28375|The fair and good star, 28375|Whose soft beams our darkness doth blind, 28375|Hath now her course begun, 28375|And I must ride, or else I must die. 28375|I will ride as fast as I can; 28375|I will leave all beside me too 28375|To be a lover of thy love. 28375|The very night that was last night, 28375|When the first lark was singing, came 28375|Like a light, for my eyes were close; 28375|I saw and heard--but, if thou be joy'd, 28375|This heart is full of sorrow and woe. 28375|I am not jealous, for thou lov'st me, 28375|Nor am I jealous, for thy looks; 28375|I love thee--thou love'st me, and can'st not 28375|Be jealous, since thou still art mine. 28375|There is a heaven there that is not sun; 28375|I am not jealous, for to thee 28375|I do believe, thy smile doth make 28375|Me love mine own. If thou'rt happy, 28375|Thou'rt not jealous for that thou art there. 28375|If any star doth shine and shine, 28375|And makes the night as night; 28375|And if the night is never wet, 28375|Or any night be hurt; 28375|If all things are without fault 28375|And nothing's in the dark; 28375|Then let mine eyes, where'er they be, 28375|Shed on thy peace and thine affliction: 28375|If thou hadst faith in God, 28375|I shall believe thy troubles are but tears. 28375|Thou didst give the name of Mary 28375|To the Son of God, with stripes; 28375|Thou didst lay the ransom at his feet, 28375|And the last at his feet only; 28375|Wilt not thou give the name of Mary 28375|To the Son of God, with torture? 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 6960 ======================================== 5186|And the master's lips were opened. 5186|Kullerwoinen then was moved, 5186|Touched his beard in anger, 5186|Thus addressed the Wood-wind: 5186|"There is wood in Suomi, 5186|And upon this island, 5186|Near the meadows, abundant!" 5186|Kullerwoinen spake, 5186|This the purport of his speech: 5186|"Grant my prayer, thou Northland, 5186|Yielding all thy venom, 5186|To appease Lemminkainen, 5186|Peace be with thee forever, 5186|Peace be, thou friend of waters, 5186|I away to seek in ocean, 5186|To destroy the giant, Louhi, 5186|With his brother, Kalew-kuh'lee, 5186|To thy kingdom bring the virgin, 5186|To thy fated borders." 5186|Quick the hero leaves his mother, 5186|On his snow-shoes winds his journey, 5186|Makes his way to Pohyola; 5186|There the death-maid, Pohyola, 5186|Gives the hero audience, 5186|This address is made to him: 5186|"I, the hostess of the nation, 5186|Will perform for thee my duty, 5186|Will attend thy journey-tidings, 5186|Health and strength I offer to thee." 5186|Louhi makes this answer: 5186|"I, the ancient Wainamoinen, 5186|Will not perform this obligation 5186|Till my good-name-gained son, Ahti, 5186|Has from harm on body been banished." 5186|Thereupon the ancient minstrel 5186|Speaks these words, in wonder, joy, 5186|Practical wisdom, like the 5186|Of the blameless hero-king; 5186|"If thou wilt not leave off tiding, 5186|In the mouth of Lemminkainen, 5186|In the mouth of suitor, Lemminkainen, 5186|I will make thee swallow choking-tears, 5186|Spite of thy great prowess, Lemminkainen, 5186|Thus disgraced, thus defeated, Ahti!" 5186|When the ancient Wainamoinen 5186|Sang again with Kalervo's ear, 5186|When he sang of marriage-veils, marriage-burd: 5186|What he sang was nor unworthy, 5186|Nor a task for Ahti's ears; 5186|Neither the gold needed thumb-ring, 5186|Was it wisdom, nor a task-of-thrill. 5186|From the vine-shoot, with red grapes dripping, 5186|Gathered the young men for combing-raids, 5186|Sang they for the comb-masters pricking, 5186|For the comb-masters combed the vine-twine, 5186|Stripped the comb-tops down to pencil-lead, 5186|Did the finest work of Kaz, Kazoh, 5186|Then they swept away the snow-fields, 5186|Blacked the fields with snow as thick as sand, 5186|Blacked the forests, too, the highest trees; 5186|Killed the stags as thick as grasses, 5186|Killed the hinds as white as summer grasses. 5186|Thus the youthful work begun, 5186|Both the men and maidens, strippers. 5186|There appeared first a monster lopping, 5186|Also there the beaver, Danmo, 5186|Placing saplings on the mountain; 5186|Placing also poles among the reeds; 5186|Dozens upon dozens of branches 5186|Lopping low before the strippers, 5186|Lying spread beneath each sleeper's naïveté, 5186|Lying nieve upon each sleeper's neck-ribbons, 5186|Rocking them with their heavy burden. 5186|Lemminkainen's orator, Kaukomieli, 5186|Would not let his silence be broken, 5186|Thus was brought his profound explanation: 5186|"Here are gathered the finest fiber-stuffs, 5186|Shapes of fir, pine, alder ======================================== SAMPLE 6970 ======================================== 1287|All the birds they've got the finest coats, 1287|And in the bird-house, with their feathers, 1287|Fancy a feather, dear children, 1287|It doth swell the most beautiful, 1287|It doth grace their feathers, dear, 1287|Which in this room you'd find, 1287|And soothe your fancy with its splendour, 1287|As the feathers of each bird, dear, 1287|Which from this room you'd find, 1287|And the hearts so bright in each feather, 1287|Which in this hall are fluttering, 1287|All the birds are beautiful, 1287|But I fancy this is the finest, 1287|Most handsome feather, dear. 1287|For the feathers of the puffed pheasant, 1287|For the feathers of the crow, 1287|For the feathers of the pigeon and pigeon, 1287|For the feathers of a fowl I sing, 1287|For a very, very large and mighty one, 1287|But, dear children, I sing all of them; 1287|For the feathers of the white-throat, 1287|For the feathers of a little bird-bird, 1287|For the feathers of a tiny wren, 1287|For a very little bird-bird, 1287|And the wings are of the biggest and best, 1287|And, dear children, I sing all of them; 1287|For the feathers of the kite, 1287|For the feathers of pigeons 1287|All are of the very best feathers, 1287|And 'tis the pride of a wondrous bird, 1287|For a very tiny and a wondrous feather, 1287|So I give you, very dear, 1287|As you find here, 1287|The feather for your bonnet, 1287|And the feathers for your gown, 1287|For a very small one, 1287|To make up you gown, 1287|There is, too, a very fine feather 1287|For an idle lover's gown, 1287|'Twill make him shine 1287|And brighten your gown's surface. 1287|But 'tis the smallest, 1287|And most spotless feather, 1287|Which you'll find it sweet to pluck, 1287|And so, dear, dear children, 1287|I give you, very dear, 1287|And love you for your part, 1287|I give you your bonnet, 1287|And my gown as well, 1287|'Twill not do to keep a parrot away, 1287|And so I give you your gown, 1287|A very large one, 1287|With a silver buckle, 1287|And so, dear children, 1287|I give you as good as I can, 1287|How charmingly yours looks, 1287|From your head the rings about it, 1287|Oh, you little ones, be merry! 1287|With this gold chain, 1287|Which I make, 1287|And this petticoat, 1287|Which I knit, 1287|As fast as ever might've been! 1287|I am sure, it's very pretty. 1287|I've gathered it up, my children, 1287|In vain have I been telling you; 1287|With a heart-strings, 1287|My heart I bind, 1287|As a joke and taunt you, my girls, 1287|Oh, 'tis a very pretty gift, 1287|And I do feel, 1287|As if, now that you've caught it, 1287|Never in all my life-time 1287|I saw such a pretty thing. 1287|That little bird which lately 1287|Had come here to nestle here, 1287|Had seen and heard it, all, my children, 1287|What a dainty and nice little 1287|Little creature he was, 1287|And thought you, by those rings and bracelets, 1287|Were made by some clever chap. 1287|Then quickly he flew away, and then 1287|Into the garden soon was brought 1287|By those charms, my children, 1287|To play in, while all in it laughs. 1287|Ah, I see I must not now refrain ======================================== SAMPLE 6980 ======================================== 1287|In order to show you how much! 1287|My dear old comrade, how glad to see you again! 1287|And also how much a friend to be! 1287|If you are not too sick to make a bit of play 1287|With your fingers, let us then go a-walking, 1287|And I will teach you how to practise a game; 1287|Then together we will play till one or t'other is 1287|Tired of playing! 1287|O to be together, 1287|As lovers, walking hand in hand! 1287|My dear old comrade, when we've been playing this long, 1287|We'll walk together by the sea! 1287|Hark to the sound! 1287|The bells ring out, 1287|And the old clock chimes in the night! 1287|What is this? What noise 1287|The winds give out? 1287|The sea is silent, 1287|And now it even swells more loud! 1287|Hither comes my mistress, 1287|I follow the footsteps she follows, 1287|With a light heart and a cheerful feeling, 1287|As onward we a few minutes wend; 1287|And then--the sea it still breaks over our heads, 1287|So that we must turn back to our guest. 1287|And now the clouds are rising higher, 1287|And darker grows the sea's dark wave, 1287|And now the rocks around it look quite white, 1287|And the waves look like foam that is breaking. 1287|O my dear old comrade, 1287|Come, be merry, 1287|Be gay and free, 1287|And never be sad! 1287|And never fear; 1287|This is a ball. 1287|O my dear old comrade, 1287|Come, be merry, 1287|Be gay and free, 1287|And never be sad! 1287|The day's fun begins. 1287|The tide of life runs fast, 1287|And time and grief grow not so great 1287|As long ago. 1287|How sweet thy voice! 1287|How cheerful looks my youth once more! 1287|I hear the songs I used to sing, 1287|And then I wonder which are most 1287|Sad day or joyous night. 1287|When things of joy are here, 1287|When glad words ever fly, 1287|When tears no longer run 1287|Thro' both the eyes, 1287|Ah then 'tis good. 1287|'Tis but a night in May! 1287|And the trees are bare and brown. 1287|When flowers are springing gay, 1287|And friends meet with old time friends; 1287|When laughter rings a-ringing 1287|In all the sings and reels 1287|Of light-footed Time, 1287|Come we to play 1287|The song of love! 1287|If love it were possible, 1287|I would press--in fond embrace-- 1287|The soul of youth before me, 1287|And leave behind me now 1287|A heart of stone. 1287|What though the world should change and grow 1287|With the sun's setting or shine and be 1287|All gladdened into joy? 1287|If no longer it should be so, 1287|Yet this the same--if it should be! 1287|When, in my early day, 1287|I saw by sign, to wit, 1287|My dear old friend, the sea, I cried, 1287|To find me a boat; 1287|The sea with all and love, 1287|When I a son of man should be, 1287|Will she not give me one of gold 1287|My dearest, sweet one? 1287|For all that, in his song, 1287|Thou hast said, my dearest one, 1287|Is--love. 1287|I know not if thy dear eyes be bright 1287|Or of darkness in their depths there dwell; 1287|Therefore I cry out, "Away! away! 1287|Away from hence! 1287|Thou hast given me this-- 1287|And leave me not to weep henceforth!" 1287|I am ======================================== SAMPLE 6990 ======================================== 1852|But he is just out of reach, a short way out of the city of 1852|satisfied? "For life is but a life, an agony of the spirit," 1852|I know not if it be so, but you know it. I know it as well as 1852|any one else. 'Tis something, indeed, but nothing. You cannot 1852|realm, which is a thing, a thing from which there is no departing, 1852|The time of my being, as well as of life in general, is out of 1852|In fact, our present moment, which has come of itself--at a very 1852|moment of crisis, is nothing more--even though the great scenes 1852|of history are nothing. A man has in him all the powers of a 1852|mighty man, all the strength of a god; and the moment of his 1852|spirit's crisis he loses his strength. It is not the hour which 1852|means for the moment for which it was chosen, but the moment that 1852|measured in human hands the length of the day, and the length 1852|of the night. The hour is itself a thing, in this case a soul 1852|which is all a part of a soul; and the moment in which that soul 1852|involuntary moves is the moment when it is a thing. The 1852|moment is itself a quality; that which is itself a quality means 1852|that to exist is to breathe; and without breath, life is to be 1852|nothing. 1852|Your own son, the most successful and happiest, with a sense of 1852|The old man of literature is almost beyond the power of 1852|hearing. It will seem in the first place, and, secondly, that 1852|in this, as in all things, it is something, which at the time when 1852|he first saw it he was the least aware of. It is an ancient 1852|truth, and, in a way, I believe it. How much it implies is 1852|very hard to determine; for in describing the world, you may think 1852|and in considering the world. The world is a collection of 1852|things; and, when these elements are described--as if, somehow, 1852|it were only a collection of images, and it was only the soul 1852|of an image, and all this self-explaining was the result of the 1852|mind's imagination--I think that I have already described the 1852|moment; and, therefore, I cannot explain the moment to you or another 1852|what I want it to be. 1852|"It was a little house in the country, built by a man: and not 1852|any one loved it, when the landlord got up in his power. 1852|He gave it a roof and chimney, and, when his wife, whom he was 1852|hospitably pleased to keep, was ill, he sent for her and 1852|said... I wish you would give to this poor fellow some help: for 1852|it could not get any worse." 1852|Then he turned to his ledger--and there was the sum. 1852|As if he was holding the door for a blind man, and the light 1852|as yet on the wall, if he turned a little he would find the 1852|old gentleman lying asleep. 1852|A man who was ever of those who have lived to tell us of a 1852|wonderful story. The story is one which is often told by 1852|his fellows in a moment of opportunity. And it certainly was 1852|a story which the more fortunate have heard often enough. 1852|"He was going to live to the end of his life, but he chose 1852|to live first--and he chose to live to a greater happiness." 1852|When she had ceased, the old man's mouth fell on hers; and, 1852|as he groped to speak, she caught him by the wrist and held 1852|him close to her, and stroked his face, and whispered words of 1852|love. 1852|"You will forgive me, dear," she said, "if, when you are in your 1852|"Oh, not quite!" said the young gentleman. 1852|"You love me!" she cried. "'My dear, is ======================================== SAMPLE 7000 ======================================== 1057|And we found that we had grown too old, 1057|When the old King was gone. 1057|But the little King did no mischief, 1057|And the little Queen ran no risk, 1057|The little King he brought the law 1057|To keep the children out. 1057|But the little King, when he would fain, 1057|And the little Queen did no injury, 1057|Still kept her innocence. 1057|There's a story, the best of all tales, 1057|That records a child's delight 1057|In a simple plaything, a single egg, 1057|Upon a mossy stone! 1057|They sit together in the spring, 1057|In the green and shady field, 1057|And the story they are telling is as true 1057|As the sun shines in the day. 1057|The mother says: "I was as happy as a pin 1057|When I was as happy as a knave: 1057|For her baby night was always as sunny as May 1057|When she was as happy as a knave: 1057|And her baby night was always first in the house 1057|When she was as happy as a knave: 1057|For her baby night is always first in the house 1057|When the mother is happy as a knave: 1057|And the mother is happy as a knave 1057|When the father is happy as a knave: 1057|But the father is always first of a child 1057|When the father is happy as a knave: 1057|And the father is happy as a knave 1057|When the little brother is happy as a knave: 1057|But the little brother is always last of a child 1057|When the little mother is happy as a knave: 1057|And the mother is happy as a knave 1057|When the little father is happy as a knave: 1057|And the father is happy as a knave 1057|When the little sister is happy as a knave: 1057|And the little sister is happy as a knave 1057|When the baby sister is happy as a knave: 1057|But the baby sister is always last of a child 1057|When the mother is happy as a knave: 1057|And the mother is happy as a knave 1057|When the little brother is happy as a knave: 1057|But the baby brother is always last of a child 1057|When the little sister is happy as a knave: 1057|And the baby sister is happy as a knave 1057|When the little baby laughs loudly: 1057|Then the baby brother takes his silent place, 1057|And the mother takes her baby delight, 1057|And the little children follow laughing with him: 1057|Then it is that they smile so, and play with singing 1057|And have such a merry night again! 1057|But the little babies laugh no more, 1057|For they are grown so much, that they can not sing: 1057|So they put their heads down, and say to each other: 1057|'We are as happy as the king of the world, 1057|But we are grown so much, we cannot sing.' 1057|But when the mother's baby grows up 1057|And he is strong and nimble and good, 1057|And loves to sing, and to play, and to play, 1057|The little children cry, and they cry: 1057|'Dear, though our hands are shining with play, 1057|We grow so long that we cannot sing.' 1057|And when the mother's baby grows up 1057|And he is old and does grumbling and moaning, 1057|And thinks all Nature is complaining 1057|Of children growing up so gayly, 1057|He cries aloud for all to be told 1057|The bitter news by the fire-closing, 1057|That there is nothing being grown a-griefs: 1057|And this is the bitter news for him: 1057|Nought is being grown a-joys for him! 1057|Yet, oh, the world is full of mischief, 1057|And none grow up as so fair as he: 1057|And every one will take a different road 1057|Should he grow up to be a-sou ======================================== SAMPLE 7010 ======================================== May the day, the night, the year, 22229|Come, I'll hear the wild birds singing, 22229|While life-in-death I sigh to them. 22229|Let but a gentle hand touch mine, 22229|And I'll say, I've a stranger here: 22229|You may call me--'t is a stranger's name-- 22229|You may call me--'t is a stranger's name: 22229|You may call me--'t is a stranger's wife-- 22229|And she will never speak to me. 22229|A thousand years I've borne, 22229|A thousand years I've mourned; 22229|But never in a valley-clime, 22229|Or in the mountain's heart of gold, 22229|My joys like yours like this were given. 22229|It was the summer afternoon, 22229|The day the golden moon was set, 22229|And my love came to look on me, 22229|The sweet young bride she was to me. 22229|Her eyes, those deep blue orbs of hers, 22229|Were bright with a light that was rarer 22229|Than those which in mine did rise. 22229|She put her hand, which it was warm, 22229|Upon her face, and said, "O you!" 22229|And with a tear she wiped away 22229|A stray tear-drop from her cheek. 22229|She said, "Your hair is brown, is black," 22229|And her breath was so fresh 'twas sweet, 22229|And then she gave me, kissing 22229|Her locks, her forehead gently, 22229|And I thought her fair, and I knew 22229|That sweet pair never could part. 22229|I think--I know, love, for I feel, 22229|Oh! happy, happy here below, 22229|As man and maid we share each hour 22229|A happy hour, I should say. 22229|But the thought o' rest steals upon us: 22229|The happy hour it is to part. 22229|But oh! there is still another hour, 22229|And 'twill not come again to me. 22229|But the thought o' rest, that steals upon us, 22229|To rest at home on yonder hill. 22229|Oh! home, my heart, is home, my heart, but I'll never go 22229|Till the sound of the wood-pigeon is in the sky, 22229|And the robin's on the wing. 22229|Till the robin roars on the tower, and the bells in the town 22229|Sing of the Spring, the Spring time o' love, 'tis sweet to be free; 22229|And the wood-pigeon will call me long, and the bells will sing 22229|Of the days when I was faithful. 22229|Till the bird that calls in the morning is a coward and away, 22229|And the bell will call me long--long when thou, sweet Spring, wilt sleep, 22229|Sweet, sweet to sleep. 22229|And the robin and the bells of the town will answer me so, 22229|When the tree-toad's on the wing, and the wood-pigeon's on the tree, 22229|And they're calling with a joy whose echo thou ne'er did'st bring. 22229|Sweet, sweet to sleep. 22229|Till the flowers I loved so, like young leaves in the sun, 22229|Shall fade, and thy heart be the death of me, and thou never 22229|Come back, for tears, nor love nor rest, 22229|Nor all that's best in life, but love! 22229|Sweetest, for I knew in the morning, when thou wert not far away, 22229|That he would come from the distant land, and I never would fear, 22229|Nor dream that the day was o'er, for I knew that the spring was near, 22229|With its sweetst breathings and its bluer smiles. 22229|Sweet, sweet to sleep. 22229|Sweet, sweet to sleep. 22229|Sweet, sweet to sleep. 22229|Sweet, sweet to sleep. 22229|When the summer wind shall call thee on thy home, 22229|Sweet, sweet thou shalt wake, and sweet sleep ======================================== SAMPLE 7020 ======================================== 4010|Haply some little part of this 4010|Were destined to a royal earl. 4010|He said: "I would not, Lord, deny 4010|The wish that makes the monarch do 4010|And spare his kingdom, to be sure." 4010|I did not mind the monarch's word; 4010|My heart was stirred, my spirit stirred, 4010|By some unspoken but intense 4010|Praise which, as with me, chilled my heart. 4010|For not alone did my Lady say 4010|It was the best of chances, that 4010|She should be coroneted so soon; 4010|But, with a smile on her white face 4010|By the king's side now, she sat apart, 4010|And with a queenly grace refined, 4010|Seemed all content, as though her heart 4010|The thought of grandeur could admire. 4010|My heart and I, at last, we know, 4010|No monarch but is sorry there 4010|Till he--the last of monarchs--kneels, 4010|Unhonoured, before the throne. 4010|Not yet, indeed, had passed the day 4010|That since Sir Guy did my Lord Roland slay 4010|The knightliest of the Burgundian host, 4010|Who dwelt at Caithness on the bank 4010|Of the wide Western stream, and in that day 4010|Till half the blood of all that flood 4010|Had changed to crimson, did he stand 4010|In the green arms of a lonely glade, 4010|To tell the joy of my young lord 4010|And be his friend and be his friend's friend; 4010|And tell, in all his grief should be 4010|A father and a friend to him. 4010|Then said the King to me: "Go, be, 4010|A knight and be a knight of worth; 4010|If this be only by your side 4010|For duty, to the chase and chase 4010|You never will have rest till day. 4010|We will be lords of heaven and earth, 4010|I and my people yet and ever!" 4010|I went; and from his royal side 4010|The Prince to me the good old dame 4010|Bade hail me with joy. And, sure, 4010|I felt himself a proud and great 4010|And noble warrior grown in age, 4010|And in his right my lady's lord. 4010|Now, if ever any lord of mine 4010|Had held a damsel in his heart 4010|He thought his lord were better by; 4010|And so I turned and rode away; 4010|And, in my soul, I thought would I 4010|Should see my lady again: 4010|And to have seen her seemed the crown 4010|Of all my joy and pride beneath 4010|Which from my Lady's side and from this-- 4010|Were but a knightly boon. 4010|But when I came back o'er the bank 4010|Of the wide western stream, 4010|I saw that, at her side, 4010|And there alone withal, 4010|I well might keep my place. 4010|Not till her face was hid away 4010|By that dark wood, a form unknown 4010|Rose up, that none should know, 4010|But the sweet Lady of the Horn, 4010|Who loved me for her own. 4010|I saw her turn to me: 4010|My spirit within me sank, and sore 4010|I felt my blood run cold; 4010|But, ere it left my frame, 4010|My lady's smile had lightened all my gloom, 4010|And lightened all my pride. 4010|I knew it well that all which caused 4010|That joy which on my heart did rest, 4010|Was but to do my heart a turn, 4010|To do the joy I could not tell! 4010|O fair old mother of my lord, 4010|Thou whom my soul in dreams hath heard, 4010|Thou who so well hast taught me love, 4010|Fold now thine arms and take my love, 4010|And have my soul as within my body, 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 7030 ======================================== 12286|_Bien estrechas_--Laudate! 12286|_Cantando el vángase_--Soli veritas! 12286|_Calle juguero_--Para la vita! 12286|_Cuyotxtos_--Bajo el viento--Espanta 12286|_Et si estrella--_--Hace una voz 12286|_De aquellos añes_--Suelo aquellos 12286|_Dió sereno_--Los ámbitos, fuente, 12286|_Díxa una vengadora_--Y ofrendora 12286|_Dios la váguna y vengador_--Dijo el cuchillo 12286|_Ese quien le encubre ajenas_--Encomiendo le dan 12286|Al festino de su fondo. 12286|_Escribias_--Lleve--Dolorosco en el mío 12286|_Es enfrena con su padre y sosiego_-- 12286|Escribidas--Dulce mío--Se paso, 12286|_Escribidas_--Cancionero--Porque, 12286|Escribidas--Cuyote--De la nada 12286|_Expertin--Il mio señor_--Mi familia 12286|_Faída alegres_--Dellamos, con lágrimas 12286|_Faída escriva_--Besó, miedo puedo 12286|_Felipe escriva_--De la luna y alegres, 12286|_Felipe número, y el rey qué de la puerta 12286|_Felipe, de la puerta y las sombras_-- 12286|Bienes alegres--Por no lo que á sus brazos 12286|_Felipe, cuyo el rey, que desciunt--pues qué 12286|_Gantúronche muelle_--Luz que en el rey 12286|_Galicia en el campo--Porsoncer mi barcelo 12286|_Ganader se alegres_--Las ondas que bizos, 12286|Desde la tumba del mundo--De su casa 12286|_Ganader se agrestes_--¿Quién es el mundo? 12286|_Gópan de fértil y ofean_--Sin acorrega, 12286|Las manos de su tumba, 12286|Gópan de muerte--De su aliento, 12286|Gópan de labor--De la alegría 12286|_Gópan de un monte y féretil_--Gótérico 12286|Las que bizos, fuerte--Al terzo; 12286|Góran se llorar--Desdeuga, esposa, 12286|Lacioetos y escuderías, 12286|Jua al airet--Deja que miro 12286|_Ghibera y misteriosa_--Los que quisies 12286|Sin recibir, de verdadero, 12286|Al zafir manjar--Dejar hacen que otro 12286|_Ha igual, poco amor_--Del aire traidor: 12286|Al garciate alcanzado 12286|Con la amante, á ganar 12286|Del tras ola del bajel, 12286|En la misteriosa, á la sangre, 12286|Lanza ganado.--¡Dios mío! ¿Quién estás? 12286|_Hélas y olas_--Los que en la vista 12286|Alzando su boca, 12286|Al amor los campos de luz; 12286|También desaparecido 12286|De la misteriosa, el alma guerra.-- 12286|Escribias, misteriosos, 12286|Tribosos, amigosos, ======================================== SAMPLE 7040 ======================================== 22803|"Let us die, my wife," said Hermes, "for this is no time for peace. 22803|But tell me what you have heard, what have not been told? 22803|For I am sick, and thirst of knowledge, and thirst is grown 22803|dry. 22803|If I hear rightly, tell me the reason: wherefore did they go, 22803|Who were their friends, and what were their hidden love in store? 22803|Had a heart to shake that way, or did the blood flee in the brain, 22803|Or did their lips set lips?" 22803|To whom, Eve-like, Venus made response: "Our father knows: 22803|For a man knows more than Hermes knows. The night is full of rain, 22803|And the wind has made a storm, and the darkness stirs the leaves 22803|of the rain-wet leaves of the rain-wet leaves--the rain-wet leaves-- 22803|The wild flowers of sleep, and the dew drops from them and drips 22803|and drips. 22803|Let us have no fear, but let us go, the while the leaves drip 22803|down of the tree-stems, and while the wild winds sweep the 22803|forest floor, and our feet keep time with their merry song. 22803|And if you find we have gone overmuch, or if, have you 22803|found in the leaves, some word of the gods or evil-doers? 22803|For the night is wild, and weary are the folk when they wake, 22803|And they feel the night-wind, and feel of the wild flowers, 22803|and feel of sleep and the rain in the night-time and the leaves." 22803|So her speech was all forgot, and from darkness she woke, 22803|And her heart was full of the noise of the rain and of sleep, 22803|And of sleep and the rain, and the stars, and of death. 22803|But Hermes cried, "To the house of love that opens wide her 22803|door on the darkness, and yields us on the threshold of death; 22803|To the house of sleep, that opens to us every way her store 22803|of glory, in its infinite abode--all things be sure! For now 22803|I have heard them, and they tell me what they are allaying; 22803|There is no living thing left in my house; and the earth and 22803|fire, with the fires that are in it and the lamps, have 22803|been silent. So, my son, with thy soul that is aflame, 22803|go forth, and make the people pray." 22803|And Venus spake, "My Venus, thou hast heard and seen it, 22803|there is no place like another,--one would scarcely 22803|think of it,--where the darkness is of darkness both. And this 22803|is the word that I say, till I come to an end, that you 22803|go forth and make the people pray." 22803|So she went forth, but Hermes heard her when she was gone; 22803|and Hermes watched, and he was ready, and he knew she might not 22803|go forth, and there was no way to do it. So she looked up 22803|to the upper heaven, and cried, "Alas, is every light that shines, 22803|such as a man looks at his mistress, dimmer, forsooth, that 22803|he may see and understand her,--if she but see the stars?" 22803|So she went forth, and Venus watched her when she was gone, 22803|and she called forth, "As a man may see his lady in a bright 22803|clothing, such is my word, my wife, and I see nothing but 22803|light. But if the shadows on the earth would come and go, 22803|as they do in this house, then she might come to see her lord." 22803|So she went forth to the tree that bears the sweet-smelling 22803|herbs, 22803|Where the grass was as it were a golden veil, and the shade 22803|was of gold. And there were five fair flowers about her path, 22803|and the shade was of gold as it were the golden fruit of 22803|her path, that lay about, in fair guise, and were not for the 22803|barest feet ======================================== SAMPLE 7050 ======================================== 29574|They were all so goode, that the rest grewe morene and vncouth 29574|With each one, as their owne, to doo the thing they liste: 29574|The most to get them loue, they were the most to pay. 29574|So that as they were goinge hence, th[=e] they did not staye, 29574|But went both wayes, in loue to woo the Duke, 29574|For his great skill and worthinesse the men in vaine. 29574|VVith _Aequanimum_ (God made him all so good) 29574|Had sent away to wedde the lady in gaire: 29574|The laste of all that wedde, was a Ladye blest 29574|(For that she was so great of vertue and grace) 29574|She did vnto the Duke with many a tender grace, 29574|As if she did her body for her lover finde. 29574|Then thus to _Sister Phipps_ (whom vp she did incline) 29574|Sayde the ladye _Margaret_, _Hiddigei_ she: 29574|Hid in vpon a mountaine (to the _Sons_ we doe name 29574|And the Lady _Wimmy_, for in gild they doe admire) 29574|And she hath won the Lady _Wimmy_, thus hath beene 29574|With wimbles to marry, whom to her selfe she would haue: 29574|For all in vaine should bee with golde and with gild, 29574|Vnder which those loue-brothers, might be reuiued, 29574|And in their stead vnto their wives, they should vnfold. 29574|Then as the loue-brothers their dainty louers vndstraddle, 29574|So the lovely Ladyes made them all to make it fere, 29574|When by the lady their loue was not vndrest, 29574|And so _Phyneaus_ (God made him all so good) 29574|Was sent to wedde her _Ceres_ by a _Riphean_ bride; 29574|VVho came to her to make the lady his owne; 29574|For so God mai write, as well as I may write: 29574|The dasie which he vpon her did vnto her send, 29574|For to make him both a King and Prince of his age. 29574|VVhis, that were both great knights and puissant, sai'd 29574|To make his son as good a knight as was his father; 29574|And when the _Phyllis_ (so her Lord did will her) 29574|Was sent away home, there was one that gan say 29574|"The lady is in vaine bechanc'd, and hath no care." 29574|When Phyneius in his hand a _Pallas_ bore 29574|He made great play that day to be the Princes seate. 29574|And now comes Hiddigei vnto _Phyx_ againe 29574|With loue and loues, to gild the Ladyes hair. 29574|And then he cried out, "She is a woman bred in vice, 29574|And so much worse than aught on earth now shall she do, 29574|That I will make the Princess a King of sorowe, 29574|And shall be Lord of all the world, and lord of all she; 29574|And to his great great grandsire (so was said) 29574|I mean him to bekemp of him, and to bekemp bekemp, 29574|Or ever _Wimmen_ shall haue too much power: 29574|I shall bekem a King, and King of all men here, 29574|If he doo grace to kiss and bekemp me." 29574|So said, he wente to the Castle, and forth he wente, 29574|VVith all his hearte in hand, and to the Castle wente 29574|That _Phynius_ now was dead, and giue waye to _Phyx_, 29574|VVho was in a Court of Maia, king of _Ceres_, 29574 ======================================== SAMPLE 7060 ======================================== 27781|At the last the great day dawn, 27781|In the midst of the glittering town, 27781|With its many-steepled square. 27781|The lark is in the air, the mists are loud, 27781|The town is filled with a jocund shout; 27781|The maiden of his choice has arrived; 27781|The woe-laden city is o’erheated. 27781|While o’er the glimmering city 27781|The merry-hearted city 27781|Moves in a stately parade, 27781|And every man has a jocund drink. 27781|The sun has his mark of glory, 27781|We have heard of his fiery blaze, 27781|And we’ll bear thee high in triumph 27781|To her bright mansion on the hills! 27781|The woe-laden city shall fall, 27781|The manhood is already past; 27781|A fatherland is at hand, 27781|And it is time we return to the plain. 27781|There’s nought so comforting in life, 27781|And nought but love and rest can keep; 27781|Our woe now is more than a story, 27781|Our peace is more than a child can hold. 27781|“I am tired of my place, 27781|I am tired of my race, 27781|I am tired of the noise 27781|That gathers from the town. 27781|I am tired of the smiles 27781|Of the young and the old, 27781|Of the fun that is about; 27781|I am tired of the tears 27781|Of the old and the young. 27781|I’ll tarry no longer here 27781|’Till a father land I gain; 27781|No longer with my little ones, 27781|To the great world over I.” 27781|I’ll tarry no longer here 27781|To wail and roar a cheer, 27781|To babble and be noisy, 27781|To be noisy, to be Woe’s. 27781|I’ll tarry no longer here 27781|Till wail and roar to cheer; 27781|No longer with my little ones 27781|To the great world over I.” 27781|The night went round slowly, 27781|And fast and slow and slow, 27781|The sun began to peep; 27781|The sun began to peep. 27781|She rose with a smile, 27781|She placed her hand upon her mouth, 27781|With a roseate blush, 27781|And with shy but tenderness 27781|She made a peep. 27781|Then her little tears fell, 27781|Like rainbows red and tender, 27781|Like rainbows red and tender. 27781|Then she cried,—the rain ran down, 27781|The rain ran down, the rain ran down. 27781|She cried, and her tears fell 27781|On the roof and the eaves, 27781|And she clasped her hands together. 27781|“I am going to the mountain, 27781|I am going to the mountain. 27781|I will peep, I will peep, 27781|I will sit in the snow, 27781|Sitting in the rain!” 27781|Then she sat down on the stones, 27781|And sighed, “Oh, I’m going to the mountain, 27781|“Oh, I am going to the mountain!” 27781|Then she clapt her hands, 27781|As she clapt her dainty hands, 27781|And then, in a swoon, 27781|She was hid under the snow. 27781|“I will sit here, and weep, oh I, 27781|I will sit here and weep.” 27781|Then she sat down on the stones, 27781|And lay down on her breast, 27781|As the sun’s shining beams 27781|With gentle warmth o’er her body, 27781|In a bed of dew. 27781|And a rose-leaf blossom fair 27781|Up over the table spread, 27781|Gave forth a fragrant smell, ======================================== SAMPLE 7070 ======================================== 8785|So great my fear was, that in the depth 8785|Of the wild woods, where I was wont to lure 8785|My falcon, that oftentimes would climb 8785|High as the very top of the steep bank, 8785|Neath which I stood, to catch her flying feet; 8785|But she flew far out of reach, for there stood 8785|A rock, that out of pool as oft was caught. 8785|Thus far into the rock-strewn pool we scaled, 8785|Where various shapes of evil every way 8785|Came shooting, men and women, boy and beast. 8785|The bottom was of marble white, and here 8785|Did hang the fat of two adult roebuck, 8785|With other beasts of prey, that by the stream 8785|Were slain; and in the moat were found the feet 8785|Of some, that did enter through the great rock, 8785|And through the mooring-gates; and thence did lead 8785|Adela to a place, where all might see, 8785|And peradventure to her thoughts lend light. 8785|"O lady! by that clear and burning light, 8785|Which never fails to illume a darkened way, 8785|Which the swift sun through intermingling rays 8785|Doth crystallize in flaming diamonds, when 8785|His dazzling car travels o'er the shining fields, 8785|Or when he speeds by night through regions ill 8785|Beneath the waning moon! I also now 8785|See that this is not the first nor the largest blaze 8785|In this bright world, where reviving hearts 8785|Engrossed are with mysterious desire 8785|Of watching Virtue. Thou to me art like 8785|The Angel to whom Peter did impart 8785|The lessons of good charity in the fall, 8785|When it was left the murtherer of error. 8785|"Gotthard Magnetti am I, who, shamemeet, 8785|Did with Gaudio and with Robert Vanni vi 8785|Die, when the mutual war was kindled; 8785|Nor aught of me survives unto-day. 8785|But the loftiest of the primitive ill 8785|Left me, as I sailed across the sea, 8785|With little fame, and less of those who fare 8785|On the same coast with me, than the leevin 8785|I left behind me on the human kind, 8785|When I became aware of inadequacy, 8785|And of excess of pettiness in men, 8785|Who dat they might not be sustained in full. 8785|And after, not infrequently, dat o'erflowed 8785|Abundance, and dat odium augmented 8785|By persons' words made peevish others' sorrow. 8785|And, as a pebble unmeasured-height, 8785|Which dazes not the sight, and smiteth not, 8785|And which some shepherd, passing by, discovers 8785|Upon some fragrant valley's level bound, 8785|And casts a mournful shadow through his heart, 8785|And pads it with the leaves of some mellow spray, 8785|So I reflected, that a worse would be 8785|Than this which now is made. Lacking is my name, 8785|And quality, and beauty, and honour, and wit, 8785|And these things are not in waste nor danger made." 8785|"Oh!" I replied, "ill names are loss to me; 8785|But you have none: and, if there is aught you miss, 8785|Give some contentment to my wishing mind. 8785|So may some God you be, that I may know, 8785|When you shall pray, for your condition ask. 8785|And I, that so establishment find, 8785|May find further bliss besides full glad." 8785|"Friend (replied the sinner), so it may be, 8785|I oftentimes my faults have unforgiven, 8785|By reflecting, when I take a new life, 8785|That I have ever been a sinner sincere. 8785|And, if my life should length as th' unluckiest, 8785|Less faithful would I be to my soul on earth. 8785 ======================================== SAMPLE 7080 ======================================== 1020|He has made them safe and snug." 1020|I am not an angel, I am not a spirit 1020|Of light or life; I am cold and void of grace, 1020|Cold, void, and void of light. 1020|Oh, how far away from here I once was dear 1020|When my eyes looked to the distant shore; 1020|For dear, oh, far away -- there is no more of it. 1020|I know my past is dark, I know a little part 1020|Was played by a spirit by man; 1020|The shadow on the window and the tree, 1020|And the grey man sitting with the pipe and the glass, 1020|And the blue heaven overhead, 1020|And the wind's wings and the clouds and the rain. 1020|And I wonder how the old man can say 1020|"I have played thee a double part, my boy," 1020|And not think himself a fool? 1020|"He was a knight in shining armor, I know. 1020|Oh, how far away from here I once was dear 1020|When my soul's eyes seem to look back. 1020|For dear, oh, far away -- there is no more of it. 1020|"Oh long ago, long ago, I heard a voice of words, 1020|And lo! it spoke in the night, in the night. 1020|Oh, many long years I have wandered where the shadows 1020|Are white and the trees are dark, 1020|And never have I met the eyes of the dream I dreamed. 1020|"And never again will I sit in my room 1020|And dream of a dream that was fair. 1020|The wind has blown from the west and the shadows are white 1020|And the moon is a speck in the dark. 1020|There is a path across the trees, the way is bright, 1020|And the sun in heaven is high. 1020|"It has been the night where the shadow-shadows have grown, 1020|But never again will I know them, my boy. 1020|And never again will the dark things that the wind says 1020|Be dimmer than now I see." 1020|"There is joy in that window," the boy said. 1020|"Ah, glad to be happy is life in town. 1020|The shadows are white from the sky, and the moon passes 1020|And the world grows dim with sadness. 1020|There is a path across the trees, across the road 1020|The way is bright with hope and joy. 1020|There is a path across the night, across the stars, 1020|And there will be one day, soon, at the end." 1020|"There is joy in that window," the boy said. 1020|"In the morning time I will find a voice to praise, 1020|And sing my dream to heaven in May." 1020|There is a shadow, the night, that a face can hold, 1020|And through a window when hope is the flame." 1020|There is joy in that window, the night. 1020|Oh why did I love you so deeply 1020|When your heart was cold and I cried? 1020|Why did I wait till grief was all 1020|When the last heart I loved was dead? 1020|I cannot tell you why, only 1020|That one hour's life was enough to part 1020|My soul from your life that bore me, 1020|Being a little child and young, 1020|And dear, even in the end. 1020|I, who was born in love and death, 1020|Your heart came in the night to rend, 1020|Till the dark heart in me woke at last 1020|And knew that it was only love. 1020|Then the night is darkened and grows 1020|Dark and louder and far between 1020|And there is a sudden light of star 1020|And the moon swoons and falls to sleep 1020|And heaven is shining and glad . . . 1020|But I sit in the shadows long, 1020|I smile and play with my heart's light 1020|Which will not move from the shadows dim; 1020|And when it sleeps through the day I sing. 1020|O love, love light and life, 1020|O my eyes ======================================== SAMPLE 7090 ======================================== 34237|And some are bold, with gilded faces, full of glee and 34237|insolent, 34237|And some are silly, with faces of dark cloud. 34237|"We should be noble, we should be simple," 34237|Said my dear father to me. 34237|When I was a boy I liked to have 34237|The best of what Nature gave: 34237|The fashions which nature sent to me, 34237|Were the best things there were for me. 34237|The birds were young, the flowers were springing, 34237|The hours were all full of laughter, 34237|All was life and all was beauty, 34237|In my father's household then. 34237|When the children in play were found, 34237|And all things went just as they were, 34237|Nothing was lacking but ourselves 34237|With the sweetest music in the world. 34237|The little birds were singing still, 34237|The stars came out, each shining full; 34237|At midnight, in the forest, 34237|A wild, a wonderful sound came over the world; 34237|The forest was still, and o'er the sleeping earth 34237|The stars, sparkling under the night, 34237|Gave back to all nature her old song and her young ray. 34237|And still the little birds were singing, 34237|And all things went just as they were; 34237|The stars, the flowers, and everything were gay, 34237|With the night abiding near, 34237|And the gentle star of evening bringing light, 34237|And with singing and laughing, 34237|The hours of the year to us gave back their song and their wile. 34237|The nightingale in summer's hot prime, 34237|In all the summer's sweet prime, 34237|Tells how, as he hears the wood-thrush sing 34237|A morning song from the corn, 34237|Lives he in fields of corn or rye, 34237|Where he does not fear the sun; 34237|And how, when he's in some field of rye, 34237|He hears the cricket come, 34237|And in the woods hears horses run; 34237|And what his song is, he knows,--but that's not so true. 34237|Then he sees and listens, and hears, 34237|As well as the thievish snake, 34237|The song and the whispering, and sees 34237|The singing and running too; 34237|And this is the way his life is--he 34237|Will sing through the wood, and he will hear 34237|For ever, and ever, and ever so, 34237|The birds and the cocks, and the calling of men. 34237|All of us watch and wait 34237|Each night at eight in the dark, 34237|For the start of a fairy ghost. 34237|For the ghost of an old woman who is dead and gone, 34237|A tall child dressed in a new frock, 34237|Who is not very wise, but who knows how to pass the time 34237|When he is playing with his toys in the dark, 34237|I who have had all the naughty things, 34237|Who have watched and watched in the dark, 34237|For the start of a fairy ghost. 34237|I used to go to bed at evening, 34237|I used to go to bed at noon, 34237|And I used to dream and wonder, 34237|As I dreamed and wondered in the dark, 34237|That my grave would ever be dotted 34237|With the trace of fairy men and women. 34237|And every grave that I found 34237|Was a fairy woman's or man's, 34237|Whom the children and I used to play with, 34237|Whom the children and I used to play with. 34237|Now I go to sleep in St. Anne's ward, 34237|And the beds are built in the churchyard stone, 34237|Where my grave lies without a name-- 34237|With the trace of fairy men and women. 34237|There's a garden in St. Anne's Ward, 34237|And the children come when the sun goes down; 34237|And the gardners love to take me there, 34237|When the gardners go to prayer ======================================== SAMPLE 7100 ======================================== 615|The knight of Spain, who for his kinsman 615|Was to the holy land conveyed. 615|"A duke, and of their house a hundred 615|In number, to your realm shall bear, 615|Who shall the power of France obtain, 615|When he has taken her by force. 615|The valiant Roland, if he e'er 615|Did ever on your land prevail, 615|His honour and his life shall pay 615|On my behalf the forfeit to pay. 615|"If my illustrious brother he 615|Of this fair land with my consent 615|Should promise the possession full, 615|With her his courser shall be linked; 615|Nor of the faulchion can I speak; 615|I should be wafted to your realm away. 615|Nor I, though dead, on earth shall rest, 615|Unless in Heaven, for so is said. 615|Let him, within my grave, forego 615|Who from her lord will be dismissed." 615|She said; and she, if she could, would die, 615|But that she was not yet persuaded; 615|Nor yet by favour of the king 615|And others, she was led to fear; 615|So she so late before the maid 615|Had made her consent, and to her swore. 615|The king, in order to her flight 615|(So was the treaty understood) 615|Was at the bridge's mouth and at the moat, 615|And had not come upon her flight: 615|But when the damsel deemed him nigh, 615|To her, in a trice, he came; 615|Nor, though the bridge was parted wide, 615|Was he alone, the boldest foe. 615|'Twere strange in one so lowly made, 615|So proud, so bold, to be concealed; 615|And yet his lance was in such store, 615|He gave it at his will to those, 615|Who on earth that other had laid down, 615|Would seek her in the camp, and there, 615|With her, be fain to lay him dead. 615|Sorely the damsel would have grieved, 615|And with much joy, that he had slain 615|So many; and her heart was hot 615|At that the cavalier was dead. 615|She would have torn her bosom selle; 615|(He that had by him been slain) 615|And, having parted from the knight, 615|That warrior, who would fain have gone 615|Back unto those nations with his friend, 615|In haste, in haste, before his friend, 615|Cried, "O my Roland, 'tis enough!" 615|While he, the following year before, 615|Had been his hospitable knight, 615|Had borne her off, he was not one 615|That should defend the damsel's right, 615|And that good knight the damsel's hand 615|Would have put to death in the first strife. 615|With her good knight was left behind, 615|A worthy cavalier, who slept 615|On him, without a hope of change, 615|Had been his knight for many days. 615|He with his death had saved him nought: 615|Nor had he done in the first place, 615|When she would have given him to be slain. 615|But she, as well the other part 615|Supports, and the fair lady owns, 615|Cometh to the fortress with its train 615|Of cavaliers. The damsel so 615|Gives her love that all at that return 615|Join in the feast and marriage-feast; 615|And, as her knight is lying dead, 615|Makes a memorial of this sort. 615|Roland and all his cavalier 615|Attend the nuptials and the dance; 615|The moor is set a hundred leagues 615|And over four miles in a straight line. 615|The banquet is at last commixed, 615|And the king takes by the hand 615|The valiant youth, that having won 615|The martial youth, he shall deliver 615|The other for the cavalier, 615|Whom he had loved for years past. 615|With some of his chivalry he takes 615|The other youth; and to the dame 615|Lies Roland, and forgives, with pain, 615|His kins ======================================== SAMPLE 7110 ======================================== 20956|And the moon shone out! 20956|Where the sea-winds blow, 20956|And the stars are bright; 20956|And the waves that ever run-- 20956|I see them rise! 20956|All the waves have a right 20956|Before the throne of love 20956|To their mistress, Nature, to pray; 20956|Sisterly, we would seek 20956|To be as her own children dear! 20956|Where the sea-tides whirl, 20956|And the skies are clear, 20956|And the larks behold! 20956|O'er her garden's green 20956|Shade the stars go by. 20956|From each garden-side 20956|Rise with dim eyes 20956|To her eyes all one note sweet-- 20956|Weep with her when the moon 20956|Rises with her full light! 20956|When the sea-wind's breath 20956|Swallows the star-reeves, 20956|And the moon is born when day 20956|Sees its hope depart; 20956|O'er its waters far, 20956|Bliss shall wave the sea, 20956|And the morn awake! 20956|I saw a man,--wherefore, Lord, let me see, 20956|For I am thine! Lord, thine I see; 20956|For I am thou! Lord, thy child adorning, 20956|And he is mine to thee and me! 20956|The voice of the Lord is heard, the sun is up, 20956|And the day-beam is shining; 20956|And the song of our joy is uttered 20956|O'er the waters far, 20956|Of the joy and gladness of life. 20956|O glory and peace by the angels sung, 20956|Of the love that is in us, 20956|For when is joy so divine as this life? 20956|And when is grief, but a mask, but a shade, 20956|But a dream, a slumber, a sleep? 20956|Yea, when is song so sweet as this life? 20956|When the words of a child are 20956|The words of a child that is ours, 20956|When the heart of a child is aye 20956|As our hearts and their song are. 20956|And thy voice speaks: Thou hast given life, 20956|Thou hast taken away our pain, 20956|Thou hast crowned with a smile, our cause. 20956|Thy joy has conquered the world. 20956|O glory and peace by the angels sung, 20956|To the land of the singing-birds, 20956|To the land of the singers, 20956|Oh, say what the name is of this house 20956|That the birds and the flowers keep, 20956|That the singers and songers, when they mourn, 20956|Alive can go forth to thee? 20956|What was thine image in thy heart, 20956|Or what thy form of old? 20956|The light that shines the sea by night 20956|Does not change, does not change; 20956|Or the sky in the noonday shine 20956|By light of thy face may be: 20956|What the name of this house is, say, 20956|Or the name of the sweet-sou'd bird, 20956|That all our hours shall please, 20956|While our lives are lasting as love, 20956|As life or love or death? 20956|Hail to thee, great God of love and truth, 20956|The fairest ever, 20956|Who turnest earth, heaven, and hell aside, 20956|And wend, on as on a song! 20956|The fairest ever, 20956|As far as all hath been, 20956|Of all things that were, since the birth 20956|Of man that was--as a song! 20956|The fairest Ever, 20956|Who drawest man from hell 20956|To light of thy new light, 20956|As death or life or death 20956|Is a song of thy new song. 20956|The fairest Ever, 20956|Whose wings fold back the night, 20956|And turn at last the day, 20956|To ======================================== SAMPLE 7120 ======================================== 5185|This time is not enough for heroes; 5185|Time is needed longer still. 5185|Vainly I gaze on eastern sky, 5185|Sleepless I watch for hour of morning, 5185|For the beautiful day of redemption, 5185|When the guest shall journey homeward 5185|With his head unbound, and feet unbound. 5185|If the east wind only rises, 5185|If the morning-clouds lower not, 5185|I shall yet succeed in finding 5185|Unburied-footprints on the heather, 5185|In the rushing water-courses, 5185|In the remote and sleepy hamlets. 5185|But the west wind wildly roars abroad, 5185|Wails throughout the day, and gives me 5185|Lights and sounds of evil import; 5185|It is never calm at dawn-tide, 5185|It is never beautiful at evening, 5185|It is like a harried merchant 5185|In the town of Pimentola. 5185|Stronger grows the fire in Pimentola, 5185|At the dead of midnight knocks in fire, 5185|Locks the house with iron gates, 5185|Blazing like the kindling of Kura, 5185|As my mother told me once, unheeded, 5185|Once, when a tender boy in childhood. 5185|Stronger grows the fire in Pimentola, 5185|The wintry spells are broken, 5185|And the heroes all come joyous-hearted 5185|From their long and painful labors. 5185|Now I seek within the hamlets, 5185|Kauppi, Pohyola, proudly listening, 5185|To the ancient songs a greeting, 5185|Joy and homage from the people. 5185|Thereupon dawns the third day, 5185|Silver and shining in the sky, 5185|Bearing golden days and nights, 5185|Till the day of Resurrection. 5185|Stronger grows the fire in Pohyola, 5185|With the dead now come to judgment, 5185|Listening to the ancient wisdom, 5185|Singing with the merry women. 5185|Listening and singing in great numbers 5185|To the ancient songs a greeting, 5185|To the joyful songs a salutation, 5185|To the words of ancient wisdom, 5185|Health to all the hamlets singing. 5185|To the hamlets sinks the daylight, 5185|Sets the hearts of all the people 5185|To the worst of human misery, 5185|To the ugliest life of Northland. 5185|All the children perished from lack of 5185|Nutrition, vicious fighting, 5185|Tamperages manifold spreading, 5185|Harming both hero and palter, 5185|Looting property and magic, 5185|Bitter shocks the hostess mourning, 5185|Mourns for loss of players, warriors, 5185|For the heroes dead in combat. 5185|Only Wainamoinen's mother 5185|Feeling pain for her son's punishment, 5185|Wails with loud and tiring strains, 5185|Crushes pains within her bosom 5185|For her wonliest son perishing. 5185|"Thus the old departed saying, 5185|Thus the faithful aged saying, 5185|Had been heard for ages passing; 5185|Had been heard in days of childhood, 5185|Even in my earliest years remembering. 5185|Wherefore then have I preserved it? 5185|Have not the young and easy-speaking, 5185|Cap awry and head awry itchies 5185|That the old one hears for ever? 5185|Often have I stood before it, 5185|Hear the recitation song-bearing, 5185|Hear the song beloved by many, 5185|Hear the old one's beloved song-making, 5185|Hear among my own beloved song-tolls 5185|That was never loved by young ones." 5185|Thus the merry Wainamoinen 5185|Sang his songs and chanted loudly; 5185|All the young, the easy-speaking, 5185|All the merry young people, 5185|Rolled in merry rhymes upon them, 5185| ======================================== SAMPLE 7130 ======================================== 29700|As the bright moon and the light of the dawn rise! 29700|Where the woodland, and the river, and the hill, 29700|Are one light; the glory of the morning spread 29700|Round the fair dwelling of our Saviour's name, 29700|In fair gardens, in fair meadows, fair and green, 29700|Where the sun and the stars and the night combine. 29700|Oh! let the world's rich, opulent, opalescent wealth 29700|Of fume and scent and cool, 29700|Bid the poor peasant welcome to his seat, 29700|The good man's or the poor man's; 29700|And let beauty and youth be as true friends, 29700|And poverty its brother-friend-- 29700|Let wealth and rank are brethren, 29700|And friendship be as true as friends. 29700|The sun and the stars shall ever be friends 29700|To all good men; 29700|And love, that is brother to all earth's ills, 29700|Shall find the way to heaven. 29700|Let the poor man wait till the last pale man 29700|Is rich in dust; 29700|And the rich man wait till the poor man's dust 29700|Is grown white. 29700|Then, when those rich and poor alike have passed, 29700|And the race is run, 29700|The children, one to other, shall fall fast, 29700|The fathers come soon. 29700|And soon shall come to that lone dwelling, 29700|The father, the mother, the child by the hand; 29700|The earth shall be made as by the Lord's word, 29700|And the fair earth shall grow fair again. 29700|Fair, fair the country shall be; the meadows 29700|And forest walks shall flow; 29700|And the green hills shall rise; the sun shall keep 29700|His track upon the mountains, and they shine 29700|With a perfect radiance from out their summits, 29700|Lighting the earth and heaven below; the land 29700|Fulfils his order in all its measure, 29700|And heaven and earth obey. 29700|Fair, fair the country shall remain; the fields, 29700|The woods, the meadows, shall yield their bounties 29700|Unto the sheaves and wine-presses. On the hills 29700|Shall light the fire, and in the glens, in fens, 29700|The brook shall be a fountain. The earth shall play 29700|Round the spring, and the fount shall spring forth food 29700|For thee and for him. 29700|O fairest of Earth, 29700|For us thou hast a glorious country, where 29700|God hath a country too. 29700|We have gone down to the sea; 29700|There's a little boat adrift, 29700|A little boat adrift, 29700|And the clouds are over it; 29700|It is drifting, drifting, drifting, 29700|In shadow and in sunshine, 29700|In the autumn evening. 29700|We have crossed a mighty stream; 29700|A song is in his hand, 29700|Harp from the neighbouring forest, 29700|Boon, boon, ho! 29700|And we have gained a forest fire, 29700|Through a mist of flame and smoke, 29700|Whose edge is the horizon, 29700|And the stream runs swift and still, 29700|And flows on, flowing on, 29700|In the autumn evening. 29700|We have lost that little hill-- 29700|A shadow still and dim 29700|We are climbing over it; 29700|Our work is not done; 29700|We are gaining on, 29700|On, now our work is made more strong, 29700|By the light of the setting sun; 29700|Our day is almost done; 29700|It is almost done, and we have made 29700|The little house that the wind and waves 29700|Have made, where the sun and waters flow, 29700|The little house that the summer air 29700|Has made to shine in the coming day. 29700|And there, by the old stream's brink, 29700|Lies what we were when that we were born; 29700|Long, ======================================== SAMPLE 7140 ======================================== 4010|By the same friend, as he was known to be; 4010|And so a gentle knight is left on earth. 4010|He comes to you again, when he is dead, 4010|And his dear memory shall still live on; 4010|And your good men of wisdom, who ever have sought 4010|The kingdom of heaven, shall hold it dear to you 4010|As they hold it to me." 4010|But soon, a word 4010|Lingering while he pondered there, his eyes 4010|Beheld, and, with a start of quick desire, 4010|Him lifted in his look, to see who it 4010|Was which had come in such haste away. 4010|"A noble knight, indeed," he said, "and tall! 4010|He came with a message, to bring thee back 4010|The message of that prince whose name you hear. 4010|"Now tell me," said the stranger, "who thou art, 4010|And ere thy message I may read thy grace. 4010|"Who, e'en as thou sayest, wast thou among 4010|These naked, and without an heir to rule? 4010|And where the kingdom thou wouldst bring with thee, 4010|And where the gift, that I could seek with joy?" 4010|Oft in the fields the knights he taught to fight, 4010|And, of their martial skill, to their master taught; 4010|Then, when the strife was over, and round the board 4010|Each took his fill of feast and play, they part, 4010|And either knight, to cheer his heart and soul, 4010|Takes the parting gift. Thenceforth the lord, 4010|Who loved his gentle courser, in his hold 4010|Was lulled unto sleep; and ere the night 4010|Had fallen, he to the castle went in haste. 4010|It seemed the day was small, the earth and sky 4010|The same; he saw not, nor heard from far 4010|How near lay King Marsil's camp, for all his speed. 4010|He came with hurried footsteps, hand in hand 4010|Tight-bound, when he was fastened against a rock; 4010|For now was he in equal space with one 4010|Who bore the king a trophy in his hold. 4010|A banner now the king might well have eyed; 4010|But to his arms were tied the captive knight, 4010|The wretch's reward. 4010|Thus passed 4010|The hours, and the day grew late. The sun, 4010|Dawn-breathing as he rose, on his course stole 4010|Full fifty pairs of brows, at every stride, 4010|Bending his brows with his golden rays; 4010|He was a dazzling light. But o'er the plain 4010|And at the tent-door march, he never paused, 4010|And oft his glance was turned upon the king. 4010|Then with his sword, in a brazen sheath, 4010|The fierce and pitiless king took forth the clay, 4010|And, kneeling, prayed that he would loose his hold; 4010|And in a voice like thunder heard him say: 4010|"God be with thee! He commands thee now 4010|To loose the band, but what thou hast to hold 4010|Is in the lord of Morocco, not alone. 4010|He only lends, and with that courtesy 4010|May thy hands touch the sword. Thou art his man, 4010|And I, his man, must aid thee, and not thee. 4010|O thou hadst been undone! My brother's liege, 4010|And mine, by him, are held, to my regret, 4010|In this new ring. He asks but this of me, 4010|To give his pledge of true allegiance-- 4010|For he is not a stranger to our land, 4010|And I am not his brother, though the king 4010|Seems so to love him. Come, brother, rest, 4010|And let my son be left to keep the ring, 4010|As he is to me heir apparent." 4010|He spoke. And thus the bold and courteous host 4010|Turned from the stranger, and ======================================== SAMPLE 7150 ======================================== 1471|In what is so unlike a life? 1471|We live more than we need, we drink more than we know; 1471|In what is so unlike a death? 1471|There is more to this life than our senses make, 1471|(Or, if they can, why should they?) 1471|And it will not please the man who seeks it, 1471|But the man who seeks it not. 1471|And what is this we prize above the rest, 1471|In less than what we dream? 1471|We know not what we care for, 1471|We know not whence, we know not why, 1471|We know that life is better, 1471|And death is less than this, 1471|That Death is also Life and Time; 1471|And life is not a strife but a growth, 1471|A new and a live birth, 1471|A hope and a vision, 1471|A peace and a faith. 1471|And thus we come and go 1471|On tides of consciousness. 1471|And thus we work and suffer 1471|To reach the goal of our growth. 1471|We strive, we work, we wait; 1471|With something else behind than hope 1471|In dreams and in act; 1471|And, after all, we cannot die! 1471|Yet what we seek and what we do 1471|Doth change the nature of things 1471|That once were alive. 1471|For things of flesh and of bone 1471|These do not change together; 1471|Nor do the waters make 1471|A changing image of the air, 1471|Nor, outward to the eye, 1471|The sea-floor's nature. 1471|For the sea in a moment of calm 1471|Moves on a troubled life, 1471|And for all the strife of life 1471|The sea has its fair release; 1471|But for the sorrows of the sea 1471|It comes a silent death. 1471|Then, in a moment of turmoil, 1471|When she is lost and weeps and weeps, 1471|A tide of light comes in again, 1471|A tide of light, a wave of light, 1471|And from the ocean's bosom 1471|A glory streams, and a glory rings, 1471|And all the waves rejoice. 1471|Thus we have risen up like children of heaven; 1471|And we are not afraid; 1471|Nor yet like men; 1471|But like the waves which wash the sands in his drive. 1471|We did not think that e'er we should rise 1471|Higher, higher, higher, till our eyes 1471|Drawn in the vision dim, 1471|Farther from our light, 1471|Our light--our light-- 1471|Its glory and our bliss! 1471|The world is all light beyond our seeing. 1471|Light unrefined and unspent, 1471|That can but open wide the secrets 1471|Of things that are and things that may be; 1471|That God hath kept 1471|Thy spirit pure within; 1471|That he himself, 1471|The great All-Wonderful, 1471|Hath hidden from the eyes of sin 1471|All things that are, to thee and to thee. 1471|But now,--ah, now! 1471|When through the silence of that deep night, 1471|Pulsing again to life with light, 1471|The life-light flickers, gleaming and refracted,-- 1471|When all the spirit, dim and dark, 1471|Pulses in its unrest, 1471|And the spirit's heart 1471|Beats, and his pulses beat, 1471|'Mid the vast dark, 1471|He comes; but ere his foot fall full 1471|Upon the threshold of thy life, 1471|Before thou art 1471|Found dead, or from that sacred light 1471|Stray not beyond the place;-- 1471|As a man, when in a dream he lies, 1471|Might stretch his hands, and, holding, touch the ground,-- 1471|Such was I, when lo, 1471|Above me whole, 1471|In the ======================================== SAMPLE 7160 ======================================== 3698|And is a master-lady, 3698|And, with her, in her company, 3698|The most delicious women. 3698|There's nothing but a woman lovest, 3698|Whom a man will follow most. 3698|For she is the only one most 3698|In whose sight all earthly joys 3698|Appear in perfect, serene, 3698|And in whose breast are languid 3698|All earthly pleasures found. 3698|No more to seek, no more to seek, 3698|For ever is thine the one best gift; 3698|Her beauty is the only joy; 3698|Her voice the notes of melody 3698|Wherewith astir throughout the day 3698|The seraphims ever ring. 3698|Her stately form, her locks of gold 3698|Unbend her bow, and evermore 3698|Her countenance more majestic 3698|Enchants the soul by its bland blend 3698|Of radiance and simplicity, 3698|Whose mien, though sombre and austere, 3698|Is mild and hospitable yet. 3698|In a pure girlhood she was blest; 3698|Her first paramour was kind; 3698|He kept her from the path of vice 3698|By all the virtues which she showed. 3698|A woman-loving woman's claim 3698|Her love was her devotion's scope, 3698|And he his high and generous aim 3698|Was ever faithful to the last. 3698|No man like him could be, 3698|Who from the sacred source 3698|Of moral life derive 3698|And temper all the gifts 3698|Of body with a pure mind. 3698|For man, who can combine 3698|The love of man and love of woman, 3698|Gains a sweet power sublime, 3698|And every natural woe 3698|Or sorrow or mal-kindness 3698|He feels or seems to feel 3698|Comes from experience's fountain, 3698|The heart that by divination 3698|In this world's knowledge dwells, 3698|Which, like the poet's lyre, 3698|Knits to the future and its theme; 3698|But with a soul of art 3698|And music tuned to words, 3698|And all in harmony with nature, 3698|The soul of poet can soar 3698|To meet the heavenliest aspiration 3698|Of him who meets a high emolument. 3698|For this, as more than other things, 3698|Which he will love, and whose sweet light 3698|And light is fondest and to him 3698|The supreme and supremeest cause, 3698|There never was a muse or wight, 3698|But bore the torch and staff of song, 3698|And called that light to him who bore 3698|The mantle so singularly bright 3698|The most celestial emblem of 3698|The soul of man, whose heart has power 3698|Of all the tenderness or light 3698|Of God, his hand in all the deeds 3698|He makes appear; and he, who sees 3698|In that light mantle something rare 3698|Of heaven, of earth all power and all of all 3698|A glory of the good and worldly love. 3698|The heart of man has two ways, as man is two; 3698|The one is the love of virtue as of earth, 3698|The other is the love of virtue and earth; 3698|Wherefore each in itself has two inward ways, 3698|The one of joy, the other of joyance, pain. 3698|It is not through his passions that he seeks 3698|To make the world go forth to him. That seek 3698|He acts the soul. But when at last he finds 3698|The soul that is all the world to him 3698|Pays with its fruits all to its proper measure, 3698|He thus becomes a god; and the pure mind, 3698|Pure instrument of Heaven with manly grace 3698|And wisdom as to man, at length is made 3698|The soul and instrument of Heaven with man; 3698|When then his soul is made immortal, he 3698|Now lives the godhead, which, in ======================================== SAMPLE 7170 ======================================== 12242|That no longer I can doubt their love 12242|Since they have proved the way to heaven 12242|And not the pathway, as men say." 12242|I stand alone 12242|In this old place of stone 12242|Where my soul hath run 12242|A century, not a lick, 12242|Or so I'm inclined to think. 12242|If I were living still 12242|I'd fashion here 12242|An album, like the flowers, 12242|Trees, birds, and all. 12242|I'd like these flowers a-ploughing 12242|To look at when full of snow, 12242|And to see them ploughing and fall 12242|Tearing through acres of stubble, 12242|And round about the door 12242|Lifting it as they plough. 12242|Then I should think of life like 12242|A soft, luxurious tobacco 12242|In which the dust is gold, 12242|With snows the only sand. 12242|I might be plodding still, 12242|And walking still the dales have, 12242|Though oft mine eye is turned 12242|Up at the windows of heaven, 12242|In the soft morn a dusting. 12242|There's a land without a name 12242|Where nothing earthly strews, 12242|Where never doth a cloud 12242|The horizon's boundless in. 12242|The breath of nature comes 12242|And goes with no delay, 12242|And on the mountains' faces 12242|The sun himself be mixt with them. 12242|All the seasons of the year 12242|And all the days of the year 12242|Are mine for this to use or spoil; 12242|In one patch I'm whole seasons' king: 12242|O thou, the rainbow! 12242|For thee I build the fall of the trees, 12242|When they are falling for ever; 12242|I dig the spring when the sod is growing, 12242|And I bring the hay on the loosegrass. 12242|To thee I dedicate the earth, 12242|For thee all her seasons I dedicate; 12242|The seasons, hours, and morns for thee, 12242|For thee only. 12242|I dedicate her fountains, 12242|She fills them all with her tears, 12242|And in her streams my love is lost, 12242|Because of thee, she never will. 12242|For thee I sing the songs of nations, 12242|For thee all things that are spoken 12242|Are thine, for thou art the sole sole proprietor 12242|Of every thought and action. 12242|The hills must be changed to a bridge, 12242|Or my Tim must be drowned 12242|And his lover brought back to me. 12242|A thousand little lads must perish 12242|To make the thing be right; 12242|And there'll be none to tell a tale 12242|Of a lie, for a man's an archer 12242|That hits little holes all day. 12242|If I knew a God, where I mightude 12242|For to be glad or to be afraid, 12242|Because a certain sort of thing 12242|Am I that you behold, 12242|A little sort of thing, am I? 12242|When I was but a little thing, 12242|No God I knew, 12242|But there were twins, as I remember. 12242|But thou art more than that, my dear, -- 12242|My sweet, my darling, 12242|Of what does it matter where 12242|Thou comest, or how thou departest, 12242|If thou canst win me over again? 12242|If I could only know 12242|How much I ought to weep; 12242|And, having it, bear it, 12242|As one would bear a burden; 12242|And, having it, make it 12242|Part of me, wherever I be, 12242|If I were strong to groan and suffer 12242|And melt into thee, O, fly! 12242|O fly from me, little house! 12242|O fly! fly from me, little home! 12242|The moon is down, the day is done, -- ======================================== SAMPLE 7180 ======================================== 1727|that he had been to the house of the Cithern herdsmen, in order to persuade them 1727|them to set off with all speed when the sun was setting for the night, 1727|to the house of Ulysses, where the son of Nestor lay, and begged to 1727|be allowed to take his portion of the feast with them, and the 1727|host was pleased with him. This he did. The others then went and 1727|made their mules and goats ready for the way. When they had brought 1727|all together they started for the sea shore, but Ulysses stayed and 1727|roamed about the rocks until the light was dying off and the sunset 1727|soon started, when he took a little vine that was lying close by 1727|his heart with roots full of honey and spread it in his hands. 1727|When he had got into vineyards he went to the house of his friend 1727|Nestor, but his friend saw him and was troubled, so he said, "Thou 1727|have been lying awake too much, thou son of Nestor, thou must bring 1727|me here." 1727|"Be it so," answered Ulysses, "I will; come when I shall tell you, 1727|but I will not lay the matter in the hands of the suitors till I have 1727|said and done it myself." 1727|As he spoke he went in and prepared the garden, where the suitors 1727|made a feast. There Nestor's son, a renowned shepherd, in keeping 1727|of the young girl, ate the purest flesh on earth, and it lay 1727|before him while he was dining, for the woman had taken it with 1727|her while he was being eaten; but his greed was so much aggrieved 1727|by everything which he had eaten that he wanted to eat everything 1727|thereon with another, and was afraid the women would scold him, and 1727|would say to him in passing, saying, 'Truly he has eaten too 1727|much, eat thou at thy pleasure!' Then would Marsyas, the son of 1727|Cleas, rise from the banquet and ask him about the matter. 'Ulysses," 1727|he would say, "I have nothing further to ask about, which the gods 1727|have given my mind to; come now, therefore, and eat as before, 1727|but let me show you the vineyard whereon its fruit is growing, so that 1727|you may taste how great a blessing it is to me to eat of the sweet 1727|vineyard." 1727|"Hear me," said Odin, the shield-generals, "and I pray you by all 1727|your might and main, that you will not let this man come near 1727|the vineyard while he is yet in the house, for he is much more 1727|well endowed than I and knows it all already, but still his pride 1727|asks me to come and eat of his flesh, which I would gladly do 1727|so far as I am able. This man has eaten meat of men and 1727|swine, and his wife has eaten up all that he has eat; it 1727|grieves me that I should have to eat this flesh myself." 1727|Then Ulysses was greatly grieved when he saw these words being 1727|spoken with so much earnestness from a man whom he had never 1727|knew at, but who went to see him and found him much dejected, 1727|while all his comrades were praising him loudly in their 1727|cheering him, but some of them thought it a shame. 1727|Next, then, they cast the women for the men, and they made 1727|them eat their share of the venison and they cast the youths 1727|for a time in front of the fire before they went to bed, till 1727|after a time their turn came round, and they must go to sleep, 1727|so they looked out of door and began to bury the bodies. Then 1727|they buried the swineherd, and others of the men, who had been 1727|under Ulysses, and some were mixed with the rest of the bodies. 1727|Next, then, they made the youths sing the 'Dawn-Song,' a song 1727|of which Euryclea, the singer, was the perfect image. There ======================================== SAMPLE 7190 ======================================== 1280|"Do not mind me though I have grown so gray and old." 1280|"Do not mind me though my lips are turned to stone." 1280|"When I was only a lath of water-melons."-- 1280|A man of his kind. 1280|'Tis a story of youth that is made for children! 1280|And he has grown from youth to manhood and womanhood, 1280|And he has given to every child his hand, 1280|And now his hair is gold and now his flesh is flesh, 1280|And ever now and then his blood will stain the cloth: 1280|But in my heart I know that he is young and fair to see. 1280|For what is beauty if it cannot be a lover? 1280|I'm no one your lord or your mother, 1280|But I love you, dearie; 1280|For I love every day you to the end of your rope, man. 1280|I have never been a courtier; 1280|I do not like to give away 1280|My heart for any man, woman, boy, or bird, 1280|And this is why I love you, Dearie. 1280|A man of his kind? 1280|This does not give me heart. 1280|When the woman-goddess dies down, 1280|And the last angel leaves the skies 1280|She leaves this world of ours. 1280|"A man of his kind?" 1280|The word suits him; he's an old child 1280|No more a child, though he grows like a man. 1280|His strength is as the strength of ten. 1280|It's his strength that has grown to a man's-- 1280|But his heart is still a child. 1280|Do you know why he is so young? 1280|I do. 1280|It's because he has grown to a man. 1280|I know; and that's why he is so young, 1280|And he's got his boyhood's innocence. 1280|You see he can be a man when he will. 1280|You don't. 1280|And you don't! 1280|The world is a little girl. 1280|I'm not afraid of much to you or any other. 1280|And I haven't grown over the brink 1280|Of my grave; I haven't grown blind 1280|Down to earth's earth. 1280|But the woman-goddess is dead. 1280|It's well to know that there is no more to see; 1280|Because there never will be 1280|For all the years that are gone, 1280|You should say for me that the world is made. 1280|She's dead; and she is gone into heaven a different one. 1280|As to why I keep this love for you, 1280|Why, I'm curious enough. 1280|But just as children are, so are we; 1280|Our heart for a time is bound; 1280|Then we part, we know not why, 1280|And we grieve, you see. 1280|I know of a man of whom there may be some truth 1280|In what he is willing to say. 1240|And if I'd been a little bit of a fool, 1240|Instead of having a good time, 1240|Not one that's in Heaven-- 1240|I should have known that for what is best. 1240|The World's A Dream 1240|At twilight I heard a song 1240|With a note of music like a drum, 1240|And the melody was strong 1240|As the music I heard. 1240|But the song was as a drum and a tune 1240|To a flute, and the music it was, 1240|As of harp-strings, and I thought, 1240|'Why was this like drumming?' 1240|But the tune was as a song to the chunes 1240|With a beat and a beat to the flute, 1240|As the melody that came from a beat 1240|My life was full of dreams 1240|As a child of twenty years. 1240|It was all about the sky, 1240|And the stars, 1240|But I had dreamed myself quite old to be 1240|A poet ======================================== SAMPLE 7200 ======================================== 17393|I can. And in return, you'd say, 17393|That a sort of a credit too I've won. 17393|Not the way it's fair, and I'm loath to do, 17393|But there's one thing I've been meaning to say. 17393|I've learned something from this last visit round: 17393|That it's a kind of a fool's game to care 17393|For anything but yourself, a hard-hated wolf, 17393|Lashing and barking, to make you go 17393|With a pack through the mire of a country road! 17393|You'd think, you must say--for one's never sure 17393|Of one's path through a forest--that one's not gone 17393|At it all out there--on one's own skin! 17393|And, really, it's not--it's better laughed at! 17393|You'd be the first to guess I'd take things quite 17393|Welling from head to foot in my own skin. 17393|So, do I say, let us take things slowly! 17393|That there's no use in complaining at all 17393|And making things up, and trying to prove 17393|We're not, as people say, only the same. 17393|"And so?" you'll say; and you'd have me believe 17393|There's something to this, but it's a shame, 17393|When there's but one thing I know, and I know-- 17393|Myself? Well, a man must be careful what 17393|He says to himself, when he has not yet 17393|Been taught a little by that woman's smile: 17393|He hears it only as a kindly fellow 17393|Breathes and speaks to him all the day; thinks 17393|That all the world like some kind of a fairy 17393|Comes walking round to greet him in the hall, 17393|And puts his little cap on his head, and starts 17393|To give him a kiss, and says he hears him well: 17393|And all the time he's thinking, and it's not 17393|That he is often a silly old wretch, 17393|But "but he is so very much a man" (quoth 17393|The fool, the little fool) and thinks of all 17393|The men who still are fighting, and to-night 17393|Is fighting with the odds, and knows he should 17393|Have been a man when he was able to fight; 17393|And says he thinks he'd be a devil now 17393|Like many a knight who fought at Agincourt 17393|And could not keep his senses when he dropped! 17393|He thinks himself as wise and able far, 17393|And thinks himself good, and says he loves 17393|And thinks he's as good as any a man: 17393|It's a sad business what he's doing, you know, 17393|But "he's trying, thinking--and there's the rub." 17393|"And that's why I'm going off out of the way, 17393|And let me get to know him better before 17393|I hit him in the house, as it were, or hit him." 17393|I said--"and why can't you, as you say, remember?" 17393|You know the way that men, and women, and dogs, 17393|And so on, can see what the world needs, and get 17393|What it would get were it a-doing without them: 17393|The world does need our seeing, and when we need 17393|The world's all right enough (as all the wise 17393|Say, "Allay their heat so, they will all go to bed"!) 17393|And as that's all we can do, and must, one way or 17393|theother, "What do you know," say the wise, "of what?" 17393|And when you've answered all those questions "yes" to 17393|all, "Well--we can't, so we can't: too costly, perhaps! 17393|Could be overspent, sure: but what of that?"--say 17393|The wise, "Well--well, we know where it's going, too, 17393|So all things run we can't fix it, anyhow." 17393|I remember seeing, I suppose, ======================================== SAMPLE 7210 ======================================== 34237|Is in the air, 34237|And the sun will not shine, if you keep away. 34237|"Why come you hither?" the mother said, 34237|"Your eyes are cloudy and wet, 34237|And you look like a spirit without wings." 34237|"I do not want to go to sleep, 34237|Loud-groovy the tune is playing; 34237|Come nearer, mother, as you will." 34237|"Dear child, it is no good." 34237|"But, O mother, you know full well 34237|The music has a soothing power, 34237|And the tune that I am wanting, dear, 34237|It tells a tale full right-- 34237|I do not like the melody." 34237|"Dear child, it is no good." 34237|"And how can you go to school?" 34237|"I should know." 34237|"Dear child, it is no good." 34237|"Is not it hot?" 34237|"But just the contrary, your feet 34237|Are so small and such an inch- 34237|You would hurt them by coming near." 34237|"I can go no more to sleep, 34237|Loud-groovy the tune is playing, 34237|And in the music I find pleasure 34237|Which must not be forgot, 34237|That is a goodly company-- 34237|If you love me as I love you." 34237|"But you can never love me quite, 34237|Loud-groovy the tune is playing, 34237|You'll have to do it for me." 34237|"But I'm not afraid of you." 34237|"But you'll have to do it for me, 34237|And you'll have to do it--for me, 34237|And so I leave you--as you must." 34237|_If you love me as I love you!_ 34237|We are all alone in the world, 34237|For Love is no more! 34237|With every song we sing in song, 34237|With every word that a word goes to, 34237|With every smile we place, if we please, 34237|We do not know it. 34237|The world has passed away, 'tis true, 34237|And a joyous new world we behold, 34237|But we are the same. 34237|Oh, happy was the boy when he heard 34237|The music in the wood of the maple trees 34237|Grow fainter in the distance, and then 34237|Turning dull and gray. 34237|Oh, happy was the boy when he kissed 34237|His mother, and the life-long life 34237|Of Nature took its flight away. 34237|But he is long, and we will not leave 34237|Until the last day of our lives be done-- 34237|The last glad day of the day. 34237|Oh, happy was the boy, when the sound 34237|Of music on the morning breeze 34237|Was filled with beauty and power, 34237|When we in quiet walk were laid, 34237|And he with her was still and sweet, 34237|Whose words were tender, whose his glance, 34237|Whose life with the green wood played. 34237|Now he is grown to man's estate 34237|And lives in halls as lofty and free 34237|As ours, and we are fain to leave 34237|The old world with the new formaint, 34237|To join in a greater joy. 34237|And in the stilly dark that lies 34237|About the morning, ah, so fair! 34237|They love to be a boy again 34237|And watch the stars as if they were 34237|Saf and happy in their play. 34237|And they are happy now: the tree 34237|That grew beside the window-seat, 34237|Now bears a fragrance on its bloom, 34237|As when I was a boy there. 34237|But we are happy now no more, 34237|For the bright world is too far off 34237|And our day is not yet done. 34237|We only walk together here 34237|Through this sweet stillness, in the wood 34237|Of the maple bough, and in the shade 34 ======================================== SAMPLE 7220 ======================================== 16688|"We have all had enough of war, 16688|But not in battle will we cease; 16688|For when it is time to go, 16688|Thought must command us with the sword." 16688|"We have tasted freedom once; 16688|Now we are bidden once more 16688|That we shall have the power 16688|To the people to avenge, 16688|When our foes at hand shall flee." 16688|"We cannot have our old lives, 16688|So they turn from us and fly; 16688|We have every thing, we say, 16688|In our power to revenge, 16688|And we feel that our hearts ache, 16688|That the spirit of the whole 16688|Pleads with us to this war. 16688|Then if one must die 16688|Then let him die in battle 16688|And all shall have the right, 16688|That he who speaks our name 16688|And fights for us to-day." 16688|Now let each man stand and say, 16688|"I have a right 16688|That this war be won; 16688|It is theirs who slay us here. 16688|And I have the right. 16688|I am the man to slay them here 16688|For they have no right here. 16688|They fought for us before; 16688|Now let us fight for them once more; 16688|O, to the brave and free 16688|From the bondage of oppression, 16688|From the yoke and the thraldom!" 16688|If men will not defend their homes, 16688|If women will not defend their wives, 16688|For life and liberty there's sorrow 16688|Among men's enemies. 16688|To every nation of men 16688|From east to west 16688|This warning is for you; 16688|That in their ranks there are foes, 16688|That they will do you hurt. 16688|They will try you in their land, 16688|They will try you in their homes; 16688|They will try you in their hands, 16688|In battle most of all. 16688|The brave and manly race, 16688|They shall be strong, 16688|And they shall be free. 16688|Let every soul in you 16688|Stand firmly to the right, 16688|Where glory is. 16688|The spirit of the free, 16688|Till time shall cease. 16688|The spirit of mankind 16688|Through the night and through the day. 16688|The spirit of the great, 16688|Till the world grow old. 16688|To all the people of the earth, 16688|This warning give; 16688|That from their hands be seized 16688|The sword and the fire. 16688|"The day was dark, but the night had not yet appeared; 16688|The storm was on the sea, and the tempests were aloud." 16688|"And I was weary, yet still I sat in my rocking-chair, 16688|Singing a song all unmissable, unhoped of before." 16688|"My heart is sick, my brain is dim, 16688|My senses all were blind, 16688|My hands were stone,--there I am, 16688|Till the day was dark." 16688|"My heart is sore, my brain is vex'd, 16688|My senses all are deaf-- 16688|I cannot think, I cannot die,-- 16688|I dream of things unseen; 16688|I was a fish, a fish, a fish; 16688|I wish I were a tree." 16688|"My heart is faint with joy, my face a tomb; 16688|I am a tree, a tree, a tree; 16688|I see,--I see,--but it is night, 16688|So I am dead." 16688|"I am a ghost, I am a ghost, 16688|I haunt the stormy east, 16688|My soul all desolate; 16688|All hope is past, all longing fled,-- 16688|I, too, shall be a ghost." 16688|"A bark broke oar in the waters blue, 16688|And flung against the sky 16688|A white-feathered bird ======================================== SAMPLE 7230 ======================================== 2678|There is a great chasm 2678|Stretching far and wide across the blue and the green, 2678|Its name is the Cathedral Ward. 2678|And the spirits of the dead 2678|In their marble cots in the Cathedral dwell, 2678|Wrapt in their shrouds of azure, 2678|And their coffins are of bronzed 2678|Bronze or green, 2678|And they rest in peace 2678|By the cathedral gate, 2678|The great cathedral seat, 2678|In a silent, spectral sleep. 2678|Aye, by that grave on the church slope 2678|(Which, you know, is so famous, 2678|Built famous, you know, 2678|Which the Dutchmen cleared 2678|With their blood-hounds and dogs, 2678|Ere the Dutch could read 2678|The King could write!) 2678|You may have seen, or fancy you have, 2678|A coffin under the churchyard stones. 2678|And where that coffin is, 2678|Is a space covered with moss 2678|And with flowers, and ivy and bees, 2678|And a shady nook for early birds. 2678|There, in a spring night, 2678|While the world was dreaming, 2678|I lay, and listened 2678|To a far sweet music, like the song 2678|Of springs at morning in the woodlands 2678|Or of springs by brooks, 2678|Or of springs in summer 2678|In a dawn of day, 2678|When the winds are still 2678|And the sun looks down 2678|On gardens all alive with blossoms. 2678|And over all the place 2678|Flutter, unutterable flutter, 2678|Strange singing birds, 2678|Strange, rapturous singing 2678|Songs of the holy air-- 2678|Strange, unutterable fluttering, 2678|Strains of ecstasy, 2678|Rays of glory, 2678|Sweet, transcendent singing 2678|Of songs beyond all description. 2678|Sung by the monks of Czala. 2678|You will never hear in music fresh and clear 2678|The chant of the holy monks of Czala 2678|For which their chanting voice long since has gone 2678|Pealing over crags of Oman toward the West, 2678|Till the monstres and the citherns of Spain 2678|Sing through it in a golden ecstasy of time, 2678|For it is the chant of them of Czala.... 2678|Sing on, ye monks of Czala! 2678|You have heard the song.... 2678|_There was a white mist over Belgium before Reubens was baptized_ 2678|There is but one God, 2678|He is great and good; 2678|He will let all the little things in the garden live 2678|Who know Him and trust Him! 2678|I did not think to ask 2678|Much of you, dear. 2678|But you have shown me, 2678|I have seen you. 2678|But you have shown me, 2678|I have known you! 2678|In the little room 2678|Where I lie at night, 2678|What a touch of wonderland it is to see 2678|Your hands in mine! 2678|I am warmed through and through 2678|By the fire of love, 2678|By the touch of Him who is over all, 2678|Who makes this frail bond of our two lives sing: 2678|This spark that burns in me alive through all the years, 2678|Which, being kindled by your vision, kindles me 2678|With that same fire of love-- 2678|This enkindling of the soul, that kindles the whole, 2678|I would gladly give to only you, to you alone! 2678|Dear, you have given. 2678|Only you have taken 2678|Only by loving me, 2678|Only you have given me that which is past 2678|And future, all unknown and all forgot. 2678|I had thought to think you dead. 2678|But the finger of Him who is over all, 2678|Who makes this frail bond of our two lives sing ======================================== SAMPLE 7240 ======================================== 8187|Or that the little children smile and swing 8187|On a black horse _up a hill_--when the world 8187|Is all their own? 8187|But, oh! to be alone! to walk once more 8187|Where the lone sunshiny hills and glens 8187|Are seen against the gray-blue mountain's brink, 8187|To hear the wild stream roaring through the snow 8187|And hear a bird's call overhead 8187|Thee, with me; to close an eye to sleep 8187|In the dark garden of our hearts, and feel 8187|The world was fair, and all was lovely there. 8187|Not only all--the sunshine, the bright stream, 8187|The birds and the brook, and the black bird's call, 8187|But thy pale form, pale with the golden years, 8187|And the white maiden whom in life thou mad'st me? 8187|And oh! thou hast no memory and none, 8187|Of the joys that first thee came unto me, 8187|Of the longed-for words, with rapture of surprise, 8187|That fluttered and murmured round thee like love! 8187|But when thou wentest from me from thy friend 8187|To the lonely grave from the court of death, 8187|When, with the rest, I lay in my coffin by 8187|The mystic portal thy steps to follow, 8187|And with me, in that calm hour, were not 8187|Those hearts of thy love, that love's warm tears, 8187|Too deeply, too deeply in my bonds to start?-- 8187|No, nor that pure joy of thy heart-broken song, 8187|When from thy breast the tender clasp of love, 8187|All wakened by thy hand, was unfelt and won! 8187|I never heard them now--nor did they sing 8187|The strains, whereof that mournful strain was bidden. 8187|No, not in my ear was that song-bird told 8187|That when I rose to my life's meridian, 8187|From thy dear hand no more thy spirit sent 8187|To me, its soul and all its happiness, 8187|Not in that moment did I feel that heart's 8187|Allure and light, which I, so dear to thee, 8187|Knew was thine all day. No, not that strain 8187|For me, to which the voice of thy song 8187|With accents half-utterable hath spoken; 8187|But the sad tear-drop, which thro' many years 8187|Hath in it not one drop's ebb but fall, 8187|That was for thee. No, not those strains, which 8187|The sweetest airs of the morning have breathed 8187|When over the mountain the sun has chased 8187|His silver hairs that glow in the dew-dropping flowers, 8187|And from the lonely forest the boy has run 8187|With his little song-bird to his refuge there; 8187|But--well I know not--even then--oh, never 8187|(Oh! never such strains could I recall!) 8187|To me those songs of the summer were sung, 8187|Those notes, like those of the morning and morn, 8187|When the full year was young and all heaven was smiling. 8187|"Oh! never have I seen one but--a poet,-- 8187|"No! not the gay young wreath upon the bowers 8187|"Of my native land, or the young maiden 8187|"The flower of all the earth, that she should 8187|"Rise in the form of--dear, but alas for me! 8187|"Not be a poet, though he be the best; 8187|"But a poet--ah, no, not more a thief 8187|"Of souls than they to me were soul for--" 8187|For, while as he spoke one dark face grew red 8187|In the whole room with such a sudden flush, 8187|As if lightning flashed thro' the sable hair; 8187|For one instant, all was dark--that instant, all 8187|Seemed dark to me--as when in our youth 8187|We look through a cloudy and misty veil 8187|Upon a glimmering light, and we ======================================== SAMPLE 7250 ======================================== 14591|A woman, a child, a tree, 14591|All I can say, is, I'm glad! 14591|To what end, you ask? 14591|I'll tell you what: 14591|As soon as she's won a good-luck charm, 14591|What use to tell the reason? 14591|The child will love me too. 14591|And I must speak plainly. 14591|I, and no more, 14591|Have gained, at last, my wish. 14591|Good luck, dear! 14591|Good luck, my sweet! 14591|How soon can money buy 14591|The pleasure of making love unto one and all? 14591|How soon, as, one by one, they all are saved away, 14591|And for the last, when I am dead--how quickly will my heart 14591|Forget its fondest hopes,--all the past fondness, all the joy, 14591|And, with its most precious treasure, die! 14591|The child is young, 14591|And what is best of all for youth is happiness. 14591|She takes an apple from the tree, 14591|And cries, "Do not spill it, dear! 14591|Spread out the table, and close the door, 14591|And do not shut the door! 14591|I came a long and glad-eyed life 14591|To wander forth, to dwell with thee!" 14591|The table is laid with care 14591|Close closed; there she goes to seek 14591|Thee in the house beyond. 14591|At last she comes, and on the stair 14591|She sits and sighs and cries; 14591|And over thee, dear sister, there 14591|She weeps and sighs and cries. 14591|Oh thou dear eyes! A thousand woes 14591|I've racked within them! 14591|Oh the hundred thousand cares! 14591|All that never I have known! 14591|How oft, my friend, it was thy care 14591|To teach them to me, to guide 14591|My footsteps on the road of truth 14591|Thou hast so oft done!--And now, 14591|To-day, with tearless gaze, 14591|The dear old soul is at thy side, 14591|And thou hast looked to see 14591|How the long day has been to thee, 14591|And of myself, and, oh, how good 14591|It is that thou art near! 14591|I, who for a long, long time, 14591|Seek in his faithless hand 14591|For comfort where I can find. 14591|What though in the forest's shade 14591|I long my spirit see, 14591|And look within the eyes of hate, 14591|With open joy and smile; 14591|But, by his side, for evermore, 14591|I feel a brotherhood, 14591|And, through the tender fellowship, 14591|Have gain of a new faith! 14591|And all the faith and hope for me 14591|On his holy spirit, be, 14591|"Come, let us to our brother know, 14591|I will be his, and he his only!" 14591|The world is so full of strife, 14591|So full, that death is the only cure; 14591|The old religion's empty talk! 14591|In faith, and in hope, my soul forsworn, 14591|It calls for consolation divine,-- 14591|A spirit-dance, from earth to heaven! 14591|Hither, hither! 14591|To the door; there's one 14591|Come bargains-conscious, 14591|Who would purchase, 14591|That is, to me. 14591|A little, and at five tons, 14591|For that you must sit down there, and eat; 14591|How much it costs! 'Tis not much, I grant. 14591|But in a year, of course, the old belief 14591|Would have to go, and all at once. 14591|I'm sorry, I'll tell you why. 14591|There's a house in town, 14591|It's not quite convenient, I own; 14591|The best I know, of course, is the Place des Voeux, ======================================== SAMPLE 7260 ======================================== 4332|I am a child of love and fire 4332|And a fire of longing, but I cannot be-- 4332|I cannot live, nor see, nor understand. 4332|I am broken. I am broken--stumbled upon life, 4332|But I was unawares. I did not know 4332|The purpose of this passion for a dream. 4332|I should be better, better, if I would be; 4332|Forgetting the brokenness that I know, 4332|The bitterness, the passion, the pain.... 4332|I am broken. I--broken--but I cannot die-- 4332|I--broken--I--broken--but I cannot be-- 4332|I cannot live, nor see, nor understand. 4332|And when we meet again, and the old night 4332|Blows, as it always does, about the face, 4332|You shall not see this stone or touch this wood. 4332|And yet-- 4332|You may not. The light will not kill you: 4332|You will be changed, your spirit shall not change; 4332|There is no life but through death-- 4332|No death but death. 4332|I know the light will not kill you; 4332|I know the light will not kill you; 4332|I know what the light will not kill you: 4332|The light may not kill the living, only the dead; 4332|The dead never leave their graves-- 4332|The dead don't have to die. 4332|So take your hand from your face 4332|And lay it on your heart, 4332|And you shall feel how the light will not kill you, 4332|Though you shall never die-- 4332|The dead never have to die. 4332|I know it will not kill you-- 4332|It will not kill you; 4332|But your hands will slip from your hands, 4332|And fall where the rain has not killed you; 4332|And you shall think, with a smile, 4332|There is nothing a dead man cannot forgive, 4332|Or a God can do for him out of his pity. 4332|I know it will not kill you-- 4332|It will not kill you. 4332|But your eyes shall find tears-- 4332|And your heart shall leap and thrill to the sound of the sound. 4332|And you shall know how the light will not kill you, 4332|Though you have lived too long; 4332|And you shall know that you can trust, whatever the night brings, 4332|The light that never Kills; 4332|That you may trust the old sun. 4513|and out of her heart 4513|He wrote as she read 4513|of the sky, and all of the stars 4513|in their glory, 4513|With only the one star 4513|which seemed all too great: 4513|And the words were very like 4513|words to and fro 4513|of the sun and the night, 4513|As she read them at the light 4513|of the sunrise of love. 4513|and she knew 4513|It was not the sky 4513|She saw in her dreams, 4513|the sky of her dreams, 4513|That was not like the sky 4513|She saw in her dreams 4513|of the sky, and all of the stars 4513|in their glory 4513|As she sat in her study and read 4513|in her soul's last hour 4513|her love's ending 4513|As she sat in her study and listened 4513|in her soul's last hour 4513|for the end of the end of the end of love. 4513|They had been lovers long, 4513|long ago, 4513|and they had loved, 4513|and I remember 4513|as the last hour of life 4513|in the love's death-bed 4513|and the last hour of love 4513|at the resurrection of life. 4513|The time is full, 4513|when the roses show 4513|their blood-red hair 4513|like the heads of the angels, 4513|in purple array, 4513|with holy wings-- 4513|the angels, 4513|with crowns like pearls ======================================== SAMPLE 7270 ======================================== 1165|And one that's not of the house: 1165|"You are too good to be of the house! 1165|Why can't you leave me then? 1165|My heart is a house of pain -- 1165|A long time ago my heart was yours, 1165|And so you are, as well." 1165|A great hand passed out: the last that knelt 1165|On either head that knelt, 1165|Saying,"My God, we will have thee now! 1165|What, and let love lie dead?" 1165|The great hands came, and touched the dead, 1165|And changed the dead to his will. 1165|You came to me of your own free will, 1165|You who were not of us, 1165|And I saw my soul on your hands tied, 1165|And the great hands that knelt and pray, 1165|And my God, my God, they are dead. 1165|I'm sick of gods, and they all come down to hell, 1165|And I'm sick of you; and, God, my God, I am mad; 1165|I'd rather be a bird in a cage of wire 1165|With long, black wire to branch and sway and sway, 1165|Than live upon earth like a brute and have a god. 1165|But I'm a bird of a higher order, you see; 1165|So I will be content: there is little left for me. 1165|For when this body is broke up and thrown away 1165|And thrown away with all its gods and its pains, 1165|You shall find wings in the sky; and if there be 1165|Some poor gods on earth who would make their nest there, 1165|You shall fly to them, and teach them of your way. 1165|You're old, I'm old, and we sit here side by side -- 1165|We're old, and we have made our peace with death, 1165|And I might live and you might die, but spare 1165|The sight of earth. We do not touch a stem, 1165|But we do not sit here side by side to stir. 1165|We've kept our hand over our lives -- let go it then 1165|And be upon with one accord -- who knows how? -- 1165|What's grown so long? It grows to much. You grow 1165|By creeping, not by killing; you have the gift 1165|You say, and I have neither the gift nor need. 1165|I have not grown without your will; I must live 1165|To see it, if I have the chance, and so 1165|That will come true, for even it says death is sweet. 1165|"Life is the gift of God to help us do good. 1165|Life is his child. Give him all his work upon earth, 1165|And he will give his praise back to you when you 1165|Eat from your hand; and when at last you stand 1165|Frown to the crowd, and you and I shall hold 1165|Both equal and unfatted, and the wise 1165|Shall say we've been a little oversmart. 1165|And then death calls you: be it whatever will, 1165|You shall have something to eat; and what you eat 1165|He will not lose, for nothing he takes away 1165|But what is food for you in the time to come." 1165|O God, can it be I dare to make reply, 1165|If once more from our lips there fleckings of speech 1165|And words of gladness wash the dust, and my cheek 1165|Be turned for ever to the sun, for evermore 1165|To crimson and rose, and my heart's desire, 1165|And all that ages makes and all that's vain, 1165|And all that is and all that shall be -- 1165|That it is ever, ever in me -- but oh, not thus? 1165|Now, once again, I pray thee, in the name of all 1165|That live on earth and move in it -- 1165|What were my answers, if the name of I 1165|Were not of one, the beloved, of one? 1165|Who knows no man in any age or place, 1165|Nations, kings, nor stars ======================================== SAMPLE 7280 ======================================== 1034|In silence and in gloom, 1034|And all the day a hound or two 1034|Did feed upon his face, 1034|And all the night a hound or two 1034|Would lean and drink his eyes. 1034|And all the night he prayed 'till dawn 1034|Should make their prayers more sweet, 1034|And when the daylight's last step fell 1034|He prayed till the sky grew grey. 1034|And when the darkness made him bleed 1034|He prayed, and when the evening died, 1034|That the day's light might be shed out 1034|From every star on earth. 1034|He prayed the stars and all the night 1034|'Neath every star that's in the sky, 1034|And all the night he prayed 'till day 1034|And when he prayed 'till day was won 1034|He prayed till he prayed 'till he was dead. 1034|And when his soul was on the earth, 1034|And when the light was in his eyes 1034|He laid him down to sleep. 1034|And when he slept, 't was sweet to think 1034|His soul was back on earth again 1034|And safe from sorrows, lies and sin, 1034|And loving like his God. 1034|'T was sweet to think upon a night 1034|When on his little bare feet 1034|He trod the weary solace of 1034|The little dead he loved. 1034|To think that while the day was bright 1034|And in his eyes the roseate 1034|Of his rosebud arms again 1034|His heart was kissing flowers. 1034|'T was sweet to lie and watch 1034|His life among the living 1034|Like a fair-faced humming-bee 1034|With golden wings to stay. 1034|A little woman came in with tray 1034|Of sugar-cane and coffee-weed 1034|And dried the tears from my eyes and said, 1034|"We think you'll like your tea to-morrow." 1034|"I will," I answered, and left the place, 1034|And thought of her in my heart alway; 1034|Then came to the garden and stood under the tree, 1034|And watched the silver tails of silver-plummed doves. 1034|And then, when the moon came up from her night of gloom, 1034|I cast away my fears about my coming love. 1034|For in the morning, when their little nests were full, 1034|The birds would come together, humming "We will go!" 1034|But I was distracted, for when I had come and gat, 1034|One of the eggs hung open, and I saw a bird. 1034|It was a very happy day for her and for me, 1034|For we had found the one we wanted, so we took it home. 1034|By day we cooked it silently on the hob, 1034|And at night I had to feed the little ones alone. 1034|At night I saw the green and rosy faces of them, 1034|And heard the little laugh, 1034|But I had no idea what lay inside the shell, 1034|For she never stirred. 1034|And yet they lived and laughed and fondled us three. 1034|And then came the dark and terrible night, 1034|And I had to ask, 1034|"Is this a fairy fable, or were you there once, 1034|My own dear child?" 1034|So it was night when I learned that it was day, 1034|And we went away 1034|To roam in the wilderness, and I learned my lesson 1034|With a sick heart and aching eyes. 1034|"We never will go back," I cried. For at the door 1034|I still saw the little birdlets flock about the place, 1034|And I knew that we would never come again. 1034|I would have gone back again, but I lost my way, 1034|And it's grown ever since to be the only thing 1034|For dead trees and rocks in the lonely road, 1034|But the thing has never left the window where it lay. 1034|When I was young, I used to run and hide and be, 1034| ======================================== SAMPLE 7290 ======================================== 28375|And of the world's vast universe, which he might 28375|Have found--and who hath ever found--thee? 28375|If thou, O world, wouldst take thee to thine heart, 28375|Then by that heart wouldst make thyself one stone 28375|Set over him whom thy world didst make. 28375|When death, with all his ills, draws nigh 28375|What man is not afraid, 28375|While he who hath done more lives than he knows 28375|Finds his old life at the last day? 28375|He who hath loved, and still doth live with hope, 28375|Though now of this world he should lie-- 28375|If he who lived most rightly lives and longs, 28375|What is't, in his old age, to die? 28375|When death is in the wings, and in the wind, 28375|And in the wind--it will not fly-- 28375|And in the wind--it is not we 28375|Whose hands have given the last breath! 28375|Then why, O death, be afraid, 28375|When in the midst of life we are so near? 28375|And death will give the glad old way, 28375|With all his old dearest friends. 28375|Farewell! when thy great ship's crew, 28375|Will leave thee in the ocean, 28375|Then let thy soul go forth, 28375|And, for thy place in Heaven, 28375|Return to leave thee there. 28375|When thou shalt die, and, dying, 28375|Leave thy friends all desolate, 28375|Then come on wings of peace, 28375|To sing the last farewell. 28375|But thou wilt live but few days, 28375|And then thou'lt leave this earth, 28375|And, that thou canst never cease, 28375|Return to join thy Angels. 28375|I send this verse, to thee, not 28375|As some great public object, 28375|But for one very reason, 28375|And this, to show thee my thanks 28375|This day, for all thy kindness; 28375|Because my reasons are not 28375|So simply known; and I 28375|Must give thee praise for something 28375|That is not thanks enough. 28375|'Tis true, that thou art far 28375|Beyond my understanding, 28375|And havest given so little, 28375|That I, too, have eyes more clear 28375|To see this life of ours, 28375|And all the pleasure and pain, 28375|And all the blessings we gain 28375|Wherewith we live, than we-- 28375|A little thing, I take it, 28375|Could alter much of time's whole. 28375|A little thing--thus I write-- 28375|Can make us two as bright 28375|As two of younger year, 28375|And fill, perhaps, thy heart 28375|With a more rich delight. 28375|Or it may happen, then, that 28375|There may arise in thee 28375|A higher state of bliss, 28375|That thou and I may not 28375|In this world, for ages hence, 28375|Be one contentment find. 28375|That we may never, then, 28375|Be lovers yet, and live 28375|One good lived, but live another. 28375|To this condition do not then 28375|My wishes for my views assign, 28375|For, in thy happy words, 28375|I find a word for more; 28375|And to thy name my own will be 28375|And all thy life's dear things teach. 28375|Thou seem'st to say--and I adore-- 28375|I will not live; I can't be 28375|A part of this world, and keep 28375|One happiness I could. 28375|So--thou wilt not say, though--in hope 28375|To live as yet is this world's bliss, 28375|Still--I will not be forlorn, 28375|But make an art. I do believe, 28375|In this, as in the tree, 28375|I shall be made divine. 28375|But I shall have no part of this 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 7300 ======================================== 42076|I know what he means when he asks me to tell 42076|Of things a little known to you! 42076|I have known what his purpose may be, 42076|How he seeks to lead us aright; 42076|In the light of a thousand years, 42076|And how God's will must rule the same 42076|That bids us obey His call! 42076|No matter where he comes, or when, 42076|Or what His message, we must do! 42076|'Tis mine to keep Him close at hand, 42076|Away where the hostile armies can't find him! 42076|THE Lord God gave His Spirit and His Children and His 42076|enemies-- 42076|His own bright shining Angels-- 42076|His Word to mankind-- 42076|His chosen servants-- 42076|He gave His Glory and His Wisdom and His Kingdom to 42076|GIRL, come and learn! 42076|Come and learn! The King has throned you there on His radiant 42076|seats. 42076|Come and learn, the great Word! 42076|(Ah, girls, beware!) 42076|Come and learn--and let us feel the mighty truth from 42076|the heart. 42076|Come and learn! And if you dare not, 42076|(I fear me, girls, but oh, I love you!) 42076|Come and learn! But one thing, you must do: 42076|(Come, and do it, girls!) 42076|Come and learn! For when God's Spirit comes 42076|And bids you be taught, 42076|You must do His task--and learn aright! 42076|I have prayed and told you all, from the start-- 42076|How, in spite of earth's sin, 42076|Thy spirit shines with a grace 42076|No earthly prayer can match! 42076|I have prayed and told you all, from the first. 42076|Ah, God! how I've loved you!--from early morn, 42076|And until the close of day, 42076|When, weak beneath the weight of care, 42076|I lay you to bed, 42076|And watched you, with a father's awe, 42076|For the first time, 42076|As I laid you to rest; 42076|Then when you lay your eyelids to sleep, 42076|I have kissed your brow and dreamed in your breast 42076|Your first silent dream. 42076|Oh, God! have I sinned? Have I sinned 42076|And failed His behest? 42076|Have I sinned, or have I forgot? 42076|Have I sinned beyond control? 42076|I am here now--upon my throne, 42076|And so, I know, shall you. 42076|"_I can see the stars when noonday shines, 42076|And the moon when the night is still--" 42076|Ah, no! and you have missed 42076|Your chance to catch the first light 42076|Of my star-cups. 42076|"_I can hear when stars faint in the sky 42076|And when they shine by day so clear; 42076|But the sound of my words is shrill and low 42076|When you hear them all._" 42076|What if you have missed your chance 42076|To be unto me 42076|A father and a mother, sweet and dear 42076|As is the first light of a star? 42076|You have missared the world 42076|And my heart and my life, 42076|But I am here now 42076|With the love that lies in the deep of my soul, 42076|As it lies in the deep of this woman's love. 42076|I KNOW that you hate my face, 42076|That you hate my soul in light. 42076|I know that you'd kill yourself, 42076|That you'd drown in your grief, 42076|If you could-- 42076|This is the way we hate 42076|The friend of our sweethearts, whom we hate so, 42076|Whose heart has made us so, 42076|Whose mouth has filled us with so many a deadly tear-- 42076|All are one with this woman of our days! 42076|And you? Ah, no! 42076 ======================================== SAMPLE 7310 ======================================== 1731|With many a face of flame, 1731|And the old wind sighing 1731|A long, loud, sighing, sighing 1731|With his throat a-chuck, 1731|And the old wind sighing 1731|The old, old wind 1731|Whose soul is like the wind 1731|Whose life is like the flame 1731|Of a thousand sunsets in a night. 1731|O, my soul, be sure 1731|That I shall never pass 1731|Out of his sight, out of his life, 1731|Out of his side of the old wind's will: 1819|For there is something far too sublime, 1819|Too beautiful about thee, 1819|Beyond the grave or fancy-land, 1819|Thy marble-moulded likeness. 1819|Thy smile, thy speech, are dead; 1819|These are the bones of what once was 1819|Thy smiling mouth, thy tender face. 1819|The marble cruelly marred 1819|For thee! Yea, the marble red! 1819|For all that once was light, dark, true, 1819|Thou, from thy childhood, art estranged 1819|From thy young childhood! In some dim 1819|Anacreon-sleep or deep repose 1819|That is not thine, thou dost repine. 1819|There are strange memories, 1819|Thou sickening here, of the dead school-time days, 1819|When thy fine sense, too, had a charm, 1819|As mine still has, to me thou wert 1819|An ancient fool! But what to thee 1819|Of the old days is all so strange, 1819|I had an ancient friend, and a friend too! 1819|O the old days! 1819|Oh, the old days! 1819|Long, long, long ago, 1819|They were the same as they are to-day-- 1819|The old days! 1819|I've heard a lot of talk, for old time's sake, 1819|Of that great Greek-Macedonian band 1819|Whom Euripus heard of when he drank too much 1819|And got a bit bold. They must have been 1819|More like the blackguards of the tribe 1819|Of Pharian Cyrenor, or like you 1819|That you've chosen to love me, than like those 1819|Sons of Jove who dwell just up the hill. 1819|But the Greeks have got things so comfortable 1819|We all would be contented in our own, 1819|Could we but live in those old days! 1819|The great Polydamas, that was his name, 1819|So noble and so strong, 1819|Was a great singer when a boy, 1819|In the old days before the times were old, 1819|And he sang many a splendid song. 1819|And every one of us agreed, 1819|While he was singing of his dear love, 1819|To make him part of a great chorus, 1819|And join him in a great chorus. 1819|It was the great chorus of the Greeks: 1819|The people of the island-land 1819|In the old days had all forgotten 1819|Their old-world story quite as much as they now; 1819|And Jove, to make them understand, 1819|Wrote them this great song of ours, 1819|Which all their faces smiled to see, 1819|And which our ancient tongues shall know, 1819|And which all poets ever sang. 1819|He who wrote this great song of ours 1819|(Our fathers called him Genius), 1819|For his great genius may be counted 1819|In the sacred number of three; 1819|And for his great genius we shall praise 1819|Him that wrote such a great song of ours 1819|(We think he's mighty powerful yet, 1819|And it was written in such a way 1819|That he should ever have a fame like his). 1819|"O thou that art the world's great lover, 1819|That art great in thy renown, 1819|Hold thy heart up, thou poet great, 1819|And vow unto me, O world, n ======================================== SAMPLE 7320 ======================================== 1304|The green is a long, long lane 1304|Where I need not look behind. 1304|My heart is a happy tree, 1304|My head is a wreath of May; 1304|My feet on the grass, where they lie 1304|A month ago they were bare. 1304|My tongue is a feather well, 1304|My hair is the gold of May, 1304|I go to the wood at noon 1304|To take my daily walk; 1304|'Twas there at dew of morn 1304|A woman I did meet, 1304|Who would fain be my guide-- 1304|But she knew not the way, 1304|And in spite thereof she cried, 1304|And on the way we stood. 1304|To me 'twas sweet in silence, 1304|To her 'twas sweet alone: 1304|We did not speak, I ween; 1304|But she soothed me in pain, 1304|And when I could not speak, 1304|She kissed my mouth and brow, 1304|And we traveled on 1304|And said, 'Now rest thee, Fair'; 1304|And oft at noontide 1304|When she put out the lights, 1304|I wished that I were in her place. 1304|And thus I wandered 1304|Till the night was over, 1304|And the wind from the North came in. 1304|And in the morning 1304|Beside the glowing 1304|Star I lay dead; 1304|Beside the hearth I lay dead. 1304|When a faint light shone on my tomb, I sat 1304|A hasty spectator:--The dark vault 1304|Stood motionless, and the gloom, the gloom 1304|Seemed more oppressive than the tomb's inaction:-- 1304|And as I gazed, some strange, strange presence 1304|Broke through the veil of solemn silence, 1304|To my astonishment wrenched it, 1304|And stood before me. 1304|I turned me round, in heart that seemed not there, 1304|With horror I saw myself in front of me 1304|A figure, one in whom my life had been lost; 1304|A presence, that came with no inquiries 1304|Of yesterday or of to-morrow, 1304|And left me, in an indolent, unconscious state-- 1304|I, who had been a man! 1304|I could not speak, I could not make a sound; 1304|I could not turn to him; and so I lay 1304|Sleepless, and saw my God emerge. 1304|It was in sorrow I first heard, and oh! 1304|In pain I could not help myself! 1304|I did not move; and I had no strength 1304|To bear myself through what was done; 1304|And I cried unto the power that was there-- 1304|My God! 'Twas the last thing I heard say! 1304|And I woke out of my bliss, and cried, 1304|'Thou hast done it:' but when I awoke, 1304|My thoughts were all of this woman. 1304|My heart was in hell, and I was in hell too, 1304|And I heard my God at the dawning day, 1304|How he set me about, and made me cry, 1304|And how he took my soul, and how He came 1304|At the last hour, with the curse on his head: 1304|How he gave me death without atonement, 1304|And how my body was broken; and again 1304|How he paid me, with the wages of Cain, 1304|When I left his vow, and how I was saved. 1304|These were the great themes of my world-wide study; 1304|These are the great plaudits; now my soul's devotions 1304|I'll sing, and if I sing right, Heaven's ear shall hear it: 1304|O how should I muse on themes which only die 1304|When once the heart, awake, re-creates the theme! 1304|The stars that had been dim, 1304|Now shine with eager gleams. 1304|The moon's pale beam is cast. 1304|They all, the ======================================== SAMPLE 7330 ======================================== 1054|"I hap him here a man," quoide he to the King, 1054|"For ever-near. 1054|"Now hear my bid, say to the King," quoide he to the King, 1054|"Come yare, do not frae me tofore I woo ye; 1054|For ye shall be a virgin to my dear sawe man." 1054|"Now pray me hoo," quoide he to the King, 1054|"Come to me to, for I haue a word to say, 1054|Wherefore frae hence youre abode so nakid, 1054|I saw that ye were coming frae a garth." 1054|"For a carle," quoide he to the King, 1054|"For a carle I will goe, for I am sair; 1054|And saie to God that frae the carle I am free, 1054|That he take my soule from me to the end." 1054|"For a cupp of binneth, if you be a carle, 1054|And aye a stranger to me," quoide he to the King, 1054|"Sae be it so, the cupp be a brauald to me, 1054|For nae mair shall I neede it of the King." 1054|"For a knave, be the man, I will nae braue, 1054|And a man of a cupp, I will saue nae braar. 1054|"For a kyrk, be the man, ye shall get but me; 1054|I will be the kyrk of a brauald to yours: 1054|He shall get my soule from you to the end. 1054|"For a weel," quoide he to the King, 1054|"To have a well I shaafe well nae mair; 1054|For a weel," quoide he to the King, 1054|"For a brauld cupp o' baith to the end." 1054|"But for a kende," quoide he to the King, 1054|"I givee nae brae at all for a brauld caff; 1054|An he that's wae and deepe," quoide he to the King, 1054|"Sae shall he fare to the end of his life." 1054|"I am a fool, for your bane," quoide he to the King, 1054|"Sae may I fare a fool to the end o' life." 1054|"But for a fool," quoide he to the King, 1054|"I will goe and woo frae the braualds my lyf; 1054|But for a fool," quoide he to the King, 1054|"And that a King may get a brauld kye, 1054|I pray God send me a brauld wedded wife-- 1054|I shaafe nae brauld to the end o' life." 1054|"I haue my will," quoide he to the King, 1054|"And I haue the will o' all that live; 1054|If the King wyll a brauld carle be, 1054|It shall be mine at an hundred hert." 1054|"For a kye." The King was mute, 1054|Till he heard the last word speak. 1054|"Yf I hae my brake, my kye, my wekie, 1054|With a hundred sheyne to his pomeene, 1054|That braue man shall fare to the end o' life." 1054|"For the King." Ye never dauntest sithen men daunt, 1054|And say, as if he were a fool. 1054|"O for the land! and the braun of the land! 1054|An I were set at an hundred hert." 1054|"For my son," quoose the King to the King, 1054|"Sae doo I now begin to dee: 1054|And for his kye, and his brau, and his wekie, 1054|That braue life they shall goe to the end o' life." 1054|"For a kene." The King was mute, 1054|Till he heard the last word speak. 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 7340 ======================================== 24269|By the fair maid who bore me; but she now is in my bed, 24269|To the dread of my friends, the hero I have placed. 24269|Thou first, brave Agamemnon, I would now fain have told 24269|The journey of our journey, and the woes of thy woe. 24269|To the end the Goddess of the ocean we must tell, 24269|How from the isle that lies, thy ship hath past the shore, 24269|And to his land of rest has come another of his train. 24269|There is an isle in the sea, long trodden by mankind 24269|But now by a race of giants far famed for their strength. 24269|From his cliff-tops the shipwrecks fall, but the land stands fast. 24269|There dwell the valiant, and a house is built on the waves, 24269|And a town, and an embassy, and a city of old fame, 24269|In the fair town, the sov'reign, whom the Gods acknowledge, 24269|In the form of a youth, who in the lap of a maid 24269|Was born into this land, and in the first years of man. 24269|But he, the noble youth, in the end, by the care of Heaven 24269|Was chosen to manage the vast fleet, and was to be 24269|Captain of all the ships, who should defend the ships. 24269|When, therefore, I had finished, thus I spake, and bade 24269|Them and themselves, all the men of the Grecian host 24269|Bring benches, and refresh for my discerning minds; 24269|But me I found absent, for I left this my toil 24269|In the ship's stern, and entered into a land unknown, 24269|Where dwell the dwellers in a city not far remote. 24269|But they, to whom I came, with ready speed prepared 24269|That food for my mouth, while I in their presence retired. 24269|But my mind in my thought would not be left on the thing 24269|Called by my mother; therefore, by the Queen of Love, 24269|Sappho, in which I heard the language known to men, 24269|I gave her a song and a will that, when she pleased, 24269|These, or some better song, I, sitting beside her, 24269|Should with her song and will supply for my own needs. 24269|That done, at length, Ulysses took his sable bark 24269|From the hand of Antinous; for he had long been on 24269|A distant strand, but, now arrived, found no one to know 24269|For him the gift; and at his door he stood, and begged 24269|With clasped hands, and by so much the more exhuberant 24269|That his solicitude was all appall'd of delay, 24269|Till, at the last, his gracious mother would have given 24269|To him the gifts so long desired, but that he was 24269|Alone; for all the multitude, now home returned, 24269|And to the Queen the story present, had left town. 24269|But we, I next, the banquet of the Gods prepare. 24269|There wait we all the guests of the illustrious King. 24269|To us, for aught that I discern'd, the banquet goes 24269|Of the immortals with most excell'd expense, 24269|For nothing it furnisheth ever, and we all, 24269|The more endowed with wisdom, have greater leisure. 24269|But, therefore, in the hour of solemnity, 24269|When there are for all to commune in the presence 24269|Of the Sov'reign Sire, and, by his suzerain's aid 24269|(Who now, if not by his behest, is now by ours), 24269|Thy guest will I address, and ask about thy son. 24269|But if, for any cause, thy mother, from her cares, 24269|Remands thee not, nor of thy coming hear entreaty 24269|From those her own who by my mother's pains 24269|Were kindly hospitably entertained, 24269|I, with a portion of the banquet, will give 24269|Delicious to all, and, from the banquet, myself 24269|Will ask the men of my ======================================== SAMPLE 7350 ======================================== 24869|With eager gaze on Rávaṇ’s form they turn; 24869|And every eager glance and trembling hand 24869|Forth from the palace to the hall they bear. 24869|As on they rush with every grace of pole 24869|Fierce flames the eyes of Rávaṇ’s watchers shine. 24869|From his great throne a lion-lord who seemed 24869|A thousand-eyed might-beast giant rose: 24869|His mantle round his limbs was cloth’d o’er 24869|With gleaming gems that sparkled as they played. 24869|When Sítá, Sítá’s soul that love 24869|For Ráma for her lord so high, 24869|When he had thus the hero viewed, 24869|On Ráma thus his speech resumed: 24869|“The sons of Raghu, I beseech thee, bring 24869|The noble warrior Sítá back.” 24869|When Ráma heard his brother’s rede 24869|With kindly heart, his brother’s speech 24869|Still brighter than the starry light 24869|That smiles upon it, he began: 24869|“Ayoo, brother, Sítá, Sítá, bring, 24869|Thy dear Sítá back with thee: 24869|Send back as glad a sight to sight 24869|Harmless as in those times of yore, 24869|When we at Kalyani held, 24869|With arrows from their quivers fierce 24869|Our way-faring Vánars o’er the plain. 24869|Then, lady, with the sons of earth, 24869|The sons of heaven and earth with thee, 24869|We would the Vánars crush and conquer, 24869|And bring thee home as our bride. 24869|I would not, loving thee, this day 24869|The giant king should waste us two, 24869|For, sister, as I live, 24869|My brother gave me birth, 24869|My darling son, of noble race: 24869|And now in every land, 24869|Wherever he may chance to be, 24869|My darling will I make 24869|The pride of all my race. 24869|And, Raghu’s son, if here I find 24869|My loving charge still here, 24869|When he shall lead the Vánar host, 24869|I, on his coming bent, 24869|Will hail thee as an ally— 24869|To help me in the fight— 24869|And, royal lady, I will lead 24869|My Ráma with me hence, 24869|And all the realms of earth explore 24869|To aid me in the strife.” 24869|Canto XLVII. Kumbhakarna’s Speech. 24869|She heard with weeping eyes the tale 24869|He told with weeping eyes, 24869|And bending lowly low her head 24869|Upon her lord she wept. 24869|Then Ráma by the hand who bore 24869|His brother to his home replied: 24869|“Thy Ráma, when, at length, he views 24869|His mother’s feet and eyes, 24869|Shall see no rival for the prize, 24869|My darling, of his sire. 24869|Thou, Vánar king, dost, as I judge, 24869|With Lakshmaṇ in thy might, 24869|On Ráma’s side a guard maintain 24869|By Indra’s self ordained. 24869|And when by Rákshas raid he seeks 24869|To wage revenge, 24869|Thine arm the guilty bear away, 24869|And banish thee to hell.” 24869|Then Ráma, as he clasped his boy, 24869|Addressed his royal guest: 24869|“Go tell thy Sítá, Lakshmaṇ, now 24869|That Rávaṇ is no more. 24869|Go tell thy mother dear to me: 24869|Thou too, my child, shalt see.” 24869|They heard his speech with joyful cheer 24869|As Laksh ======================================== SAMPLE 7360 ======================================== 13650|But no matter; on its journey 13650|'Tis not for me to tell it o'er, 13650|Since all good people need not weep 13650|To see the lovely creature go. 13650|So no matter for the tale I tell 13650|Of "silly old man" or "old man sad," 13650|Since all good people need not weep 13650|That lovely creature needs not fly. 13650|For while upon its journey lay 13650|My lovely pet in lonely sleep, 13650|O'er the dim window-panes to me 13650|A far-off gleam of rainbow lights; 13650|And, as I watched it glow and flow, 13650|The tears rolled down my aching face; 13650|For when so faintly I looked up, 13650|An image seemed to come to me, 13650|Like some fair vision that I knew 13650|Of a land that I loved of old. 13650|And then I knew with sudden woe 13650|My heart would overflow with woe, 13650|If that fair vision I could see 13650|With my own broken vision seen. 13650|Ah! the vision seemed not bright, 13650|Nor fair, nor happy, even, 13650|To my eyes, that had grown so blind, 13650|That all the tears were falling fast; 13650|And oft in the darkening room 13650|My very heart has almost died, 13650|That all so weak and dreary now 13650|Might be called sweet, once again; 13650|For o'er a long-buried chair, 13650|In the bright summer's breath of years, 13650|A dream of joy and bliss, 13650|Told me I was there, and could not see. 13650|How lovely is the nightingale, 13650|When the warm South-west is veiled! 13650|How beautiful the stars, o'er-blown, 13650|When the nightingale is away! 13650|The West is bright with stars, and fair, 13650|And the nightingale is far away; 13650|Yet I would not be a part of her, 13650|For the soul of me is here. 13650|I love to sing the song of the nightingale, 13650|When the warm South-west is hid; 13650|For the stars grow brighter when they are sung by 13650|The nightingale, the South-west's delight! 13650|There is no room in my heart for love, 13650|Or no room at all for my love: 13650|I love too well to love lightly or 13650|And lay down my body at night. 13650|For I love Death, from the dawn to the brightest day, 13650|In that Death holds all, and lives and grows. 13650|I love and love and love, and love and love again, 13650|But it is not for me to know. 13650|I love and love, and love and love again, 13650|But it is not for me to know. 13650|I love and love and love and love again, 13650|But it is not for me to know. 13650|I could stand in the sun all day, 13650|And never be half so hot as he! 13650|Or stand in the mist all day, 13650|And never be half so cool as he! 13650|Or stand in the rain all day, 13650|And never be so hot, so wet, so dry, 13650|As I could stand in my hair! 13650|And all the men who ever have been good to me, 13650|I'd choose to be the worst men on the whole. 13650|I'd choose to be the worst men on the whole, 13650|That ever were known to have been good to me; 13650|But you know who have been the worst men on the whole. 13650|They never were good to me, it seems to me, 13650|Nor have I seen them know a cry from me. 13650|I know the worst men on the whole, 13650|They seem the worst men that ever could be known; 13650|But I'd choose to be the worst men on the whole, 13650|Or the worst men that ever could be known. 13650|"I loved ======================================== SAMPLE 7370 ======================================== 1004|The words that thou hast heard do not appear 1004|More hard than they. Thou dost not know the ways 1004|That I was going, and I do not care 1004|If Rome remain or be decay'd, d'ye fret 1004|At that which I leave unsaid, if I speak? 1004|This I will speak, if e'er before it fail'd: 1004|The warlike Romans, when they saw the Britons 1004|Inch by inch uncrippled from the spoils 1004|Of the Lupani, raught from Capena's brood, 1004|Theirs, who in that glorious war, pursu'd 1004|The British faulchion down the Alps, and slew 1004|Over Padua and Ceperan glad the name, 1004|Thy brother, for the folk of his descent. 1004|Ours was not with the northern cohorts, 1004|But under sheltering woods, where high above 1004|The Helicone rose, the banner of the world. 1004|We sacked that place, and with imposing ramparts 1004|Ransack'd the land we meant to Sicily. 1004|Beyond the Carinthian and the Celtiber 1004|Is nowhere such keep, as that which moulder'd 1004|Before th' Apennine, wall and all. Twelve summers 1004|Had it recumbent, and twelve winters too, 1004|Since the stanchions of that torrent Hadriard 1004|Had erst drain'd it, and had thence tend'd it ever 1004|Beneath the Vel d' Hormar mountains. The mouth 1004|There is so oblique towards the Nile, that Nile 1004|Need have obtruded his current under ground 1004|To that extent which the northern mists enclipt. 1004|Upon this side Adria smil'd the pagan nations, 1004|Under whose empire nought is more easeful, 1004|Than to raze and demolish; and so small 1004|Are the the limits there imposed, that Cart 1004|Needs both for hewer and for scatter'd rakes 1004|To gather water there. The place is whole 1004|There are all juices, both of land and sea, 1004|There are crab-mesas and lagoons, and those 1004|Which the Latian has for his river-mouth; 1004|There are free tracts and tracts of territory bought 1004|Quarter for quarter, and a man can see 1004|There are bounds to Italy and the Sopra, 1004|There are safe passage-spaces between, 1004|There are such spaces, such extreme tracts of land, 1004|That nature would lay Charlotte, right or wrong, 1004|For every coin that passes that way. 1004|And from such spaces, as are seldom clear 1004|And pleasant to the ears, issue forth 1004|Two blessed rivers, one to the east, 1004|The other to the west, that to the sea 1004|North and Spain may issue, by a path 1004|Authorised by my Lady Rudolf, who 1004|With hands holy and devout hurl'd forth 1004|God's blessing on her first long embrace, 1004|And on her second marriage. Soor, Thibault, 1004|Jacopo Guidi, and others, with whom 1004|I have had converse as cordial friends, 1004|Have issued forth from France, as their seed, 1004|Following their Master, who, they believe, 1004|Exalted them, and to the Saviour they sent 1004|Their aims in closer proximity then. 1004|Now, to distinguish those three heads, each 1004|Eyeing the others', I say to you, 1004|Take heed that you do only tune their rays 1004|Equally, and that with caution you look 1004|Through all the universe, so that each 1004|Be seen to mirror according to its kind. 1004|Those, who have the smallest and least sphere, 1004|Might each best benefit from closer watching. 1004|Those, who have the greatest, must become 1004|More affectionate, more circumspect; 1004|Those, who have the least, must lose their art. 1004|Those, who have the air most moist, must wet; 100 ======================================== SAMPLE 7380 ======================================== 16059|Con verso de una voz, 16059|Que de cuento ese apasionado 16059|Donde se ha de venganza. 16059|En verso piensado 16059|Ese oscura una hermosura, 16059|Hija se las rosas, 16059|Este una hermosura 16059|Por los brazos del Sosara. 16059|(The statue of Apollo by Bordesio appears to 16059|remain to the south of the bridge.) 16059|El mundo es desagraviado, 16059|Para traer en una dona. 16059|Pues si alredor 16059|Cien otra vez, y cañasco 16059|Con un templo puerta, 16059|Salió con un pico que era 16059|El ángel desiado. 16059|Pues si espera 16059|Sutil dar muestra infiende, 16059|Batesanta tu grandeza; 16059|Por un oído y un señor 16059|Era querido ciego, al que 16059|La gente de su corona 16059|Vida al viento hoy. 16059|El aire del mar sobre la calores 16059|Que te requiere con el arco río: 16059|«¡Vega á vuelta 16059|Tiempo de gente! 16059|Era un gran puerto y las horas 16059|Sin el mar sobre la calores! 16059|«Suelo del reino, 16059|Cuando el arco á le dieron 16059|Yo cuando el viento 16059|Porque se le dieron 16059|En la calor del reino. 16059|«Tú, la cabeza 16059|De la mano de ese paz 16059|Y porque nos cien decía 16059|En el reino de ese paz; 16059|Ese un desagravio nombre 16059|La cumbre fué la paz 16059|Era un desagravio nombre. 16059|«Tú, que en el mundo 16059|No volvía 16059|Llevaba su cabeza, 16059|No volvía. 16059|Era del alma, y de una hermosa cristia. 16059|¡Oh, esperanza y revela 16059|En que no me llama venganza! 16059|¡Ah! que no quiera, 16059|Entre quien ven afán y quien esperanza! 16059|Por el rey y el sueño, 16059|¿Quién por mirar quien ya verá te vas? 16059|Para qué, ¡qué decir los cansados! 16059|¡Pues qué! ¡pues qué! ¡pues qué! 16059|¿Quién bien te quedamos, 16059|Todos, también por la noche pavorosa? 16059|Del ave Arno eres quien te vas ¡ay! 16059|Ya se me tienen 16059|Más qué, por ti, 16059|Dejaron los ojos hino el mar, 16059|Y en su tirano el mar quien te vas. 16059|Así, ¡La Isla noche, 16059|Y aquello tiempo tesoro: 16059|Hasta cuando en tu hora, 16059|Cuando te vez le halla y dura, 16059|Que hiere noche entre el cielo sol, 16059|Se pasando en la noche presa de tu magna, 16059|Más versos desesperar, ¡ay! ¡ay! ¡ay! 16059|¡Qué sin esclavos, ¡qué sin horror, 16059|El alma llamada vida y con amor! 16059|¡Qué sin ======================================== SAMPLE 7390 ======================================== 30235|But, for the want there was 30235|Of naught but a few sweet flowers 30235|To waken her or frighten her, 30235|No heart in her had ever known 30235|More happiness, or the deeper ease 30235|Of soul that's spent with loving, than hers. 30235|But still and deep, as if her head 30235|Were aching since that first hour 30235|Had she begun to tire so dead, 30235|Her gentle spirit would not hear-- 30235|Yet in her sleep, and in her dreams 30235|'Tis hard to part with her dreams and her bliss. 30235|The flowers of her childhood's love 30235|Will never die in her heart, 30235|Their memories will never pass from it. 30235|So she would give them all to him, 30235|And, if he loved one rose more-- 30235|One dear, unfading gem-- 30235|The sunshine would not wash the stain 30235|Of loving her wrongfully, 30235|And life and death, her loving brother, lie 30235|Silent and empty, if she died. 30235|I will not go away so soon! 30235|Away, my snow-white fleetfoot! 30235|Farewell, we shall not meet again! 30235|We have been long together, 30235|Long have we twined arms; 30235|Time will waste us, and no power 30235|Can sever us now; 30235|Farewell, my snow-white fleetfoot! 30235|You have been my bitter foe; 30235|My proud heart flamed against you, 30235|Arose the fever in me,-- 30235|I will not go away so soon. 30235|And now I know that you are dead; 30235|Dead as a flower that is petaled, 30235|I shall not see you more 30235|At this dark season of this life, 30235|Long shall I look on you, 30235|And wonder why 30235|I should waste this precious flower, 30235|Or why you must die. 30235|"The heart that is content to beat 30235|Its sad little whimper o'er, 30235|Will hear strange music sadder still 30235|Than ever I have heard." 30235|"Oh, where shall I wend? and what shall be 30235|The end of life to me? 30235|A little child upon her knee, 30235|A broken shell upon the sea, 30235|Are all that are to me." 30235|"Love never dies; if it be laid 30235|Within the soul's sacred shell,-- 30235|If, laid within it, all its griefs 30235|And sufferings and fears, 30235|It shall grow wiser, firmer grow, 30235|And never more shrink from a tear-- 30235|It shall feel them less, and solace them; 30235|It shall know its misery less, 30235|And, like the happy, sweet-souled child, 30235|Feel never any grief nor pain. 30235|Oh, if it die within such a shell, 30235|It shall not live again! 30235|It shall hear more clearly the things 30235|That come with wisdom than with sense, 30235|It shall walk more readily on earth, 30235|And, clothed in more perfection, live 30235|Than any other of the wise." 30235|"For, like an aged mountaineer, 30235|Gazing from his mountain-side, 30235|I see the sea-born vapours rise, 30235|I hear the winding rivers flow, 30235|And all the landscape far away 30235|Grows clearer, with the evening haze, 30235|And dimmer seem the hills of morn." 30235|"Oh, then I shall remember how, 30235|Ere I was born, I wept and mourned, 30235|And heard the nymphs of the wood complain, 30235|For the wild flowers of Charybdis were fled, 30235|So that my soul was sad and lone. 30235|Before mine eyes one beautiful star, 30235|Warm with the mists of summer night, 30235|Shone like a mother, in a smile, 30235| ======================================== SAMPLE 7400 ======================================== 2620|I have not seen the white or red, 2620|But I've seen the silver hair of his 2620|Riding out of sight. 2620|We're a small band in a hundred years, 2620|The last of a hundred. Now the throng 2620|Their world has made, 2620|And they can feel how it must feel when 2620|Their dust is white. 2620|They're no longer the people we knew, 2620|With the merry faces and the words; 2620|They are things that once were bright and glad, 2620|But now are sad. 2620|The old people are gone, the youth 2620|Falls from his place, and the little child 2620|Begins to cry; 2620|And out of the window a frog swings, 2620|And over the green slat in the mill 2620|Flies, flies, frolics, leaps as he leaps 2620|Flies, flies, frolics, leaps. 2620|They're no more like some folk we knew, 2620|The little blind maid, and her friend, 2620|The little blind old man. 2620|I'll tell you what the child in me 2620|Had learned from his discourse. He 2620|Had seen in him a little child 2620|Felt sorrow from exceeding joy, 2620|Feelings that troubled and perplexed 2620|And baffled all his being knew, 2620|And that without a hand he must 2620|Fix himself at last. 2620|The old man in his mill, 2620|Working there at his trade, made answer: 2620|"Child, I have a child of mine own. 2620|I'll grind for thee a little flour 2620|With my old arm only; do not fear." 2620|But the little child went off in the night, 2620|And no one saw of the grist he had sown 2620|For the mill-wheel's chain, till the mill-engines 2620|Had gnawed the dust in the bitter wind 2620|That blew their whirly wind. 2620|The mill-engines, gnawed the dust; 2620|And from the mill the old man heard 2620|The water boil, and, with it, all 2620|His old despair. 2620|Then down the wind-swept slope of the hill 2620|The mills came pouring under the mill; 2620|The dust rose high in the gutter; and when 2620|The old man's daughter went 2620|To feed the sparrows in the flower-bed, 2620|The old mill wheel, a-crashing, made 2620|A mournful noise. 2620|I think it was the night when first 2620|He was brought up in the world and known: 2620|The wind's great heart-break; with its breath 2620|The old mill wheel, a-crashing, made 2620|A mournful noise. 2620|He had a little hut in the wood-- 2620|A very little hut! and yet 2620|A stately, stately tree--for beauty 2620|And pride it did contain. 2620|His handiwork was not despised, 2620|For many people loved the hut, 2620|And the great tree's tall head grew thereon, 2620|And was admired and loved. 2620|His work was not ungrateful; for 2620|He loved his work. His labour was 2620|To make it graceful and pure. 2620|But ah, and now, the tree is gone, 2620|For its old hands are busy elsewhere; 2620|And the old tree's mouth is hoarse with gnats, 2620|And the gnats there make their homes. 2620|The tree was fair; so fair, indeed, 2620|It seemed a dream,--or rather, a pain,-- 2620|For beauty and beauty's sake,-- 2620|And the fruit was white and plump and round. 2620|But the gnat's dwelling is far away, 2620|And the old tree's mouth is hoarse with gnats, 2620|And the gnats there make their homes. 2620|A clock again; and yet again 2620|The sounds of the world go by, 2620 ======================================== SAMPLE 7410 ======================================== 1625|Till the words and deeds were mingled in her breast; 1625|For what do the living with the dead but teach 1625|Their life's blood to the dead's to save, and to grant 1625|A life of its last sweet thing?" 1625|And her soul said to me, "In God's name, don't blame 1625|Me, but blame what God may do! God is mighty too! 1625|And, on his own day of peace, he may let you die 1625|Just as you are going to die!" 1625|And I answered, "As I would go, so shall I! 1625|I go for one brief moment with his grace, 1625|To bless and to save." 1625|And this being done, the hand of my Friend fell 1625|And turned my head and kissed me. 1625|And I smiled, in the cool moonlight, 1625|As he took me into his bosom. 1625|And still there was one thing too little and too late: 1625|For something that you may not know of till you've lived it 1625|May be enough by the next passing minute 1625|For a great life to be born." 1625|I shall never forget 1625|How I listened 1625|As he touched me upon the cheek. 1625|But you know how it is 1625|When it matters most 1625|It is best to be good; 1625|And I know that it's best 1625|You will allure him to sit 1625|By my side the whole night long. 1625|I have not found time, or leisure; 1625|But, somehow, through all my dreams, 1625|I have made my life of small things 1625|And, somehow, I have learned of that 1625|Which, all things varying, does not die, 1625|Has stayed the root of death. 1625|So, as to be truly good 1625|Will help me be,--so I go. 1625|I do not say he will be glad; 1625|In truth I know he will not be 1625|Without his longing for something new, 1625|Or, worse; without some new desire 1625|To see a world which I have known, 1625|And which he is not eager to see. 1625|What he has done will not be undone 1625|By me whom he has raised to that height 1625|Where my heart-life, being much the same, 1625|Is not so much a threat as his to lose. 1625|I do not say he will be strong. 1625|I know it, and know that God will use 1625|His strength to better the life I live. 1625|Therefore in my love will I do less 1625|The harder work. So, while we meet, 1625|I do not say more, but more ask. 1625|"We shall meet." For me the meeting, 1625|This meting, this is the whole. 1625|When we are near in this life, say, is that when we will meet. 1649|The Sun, like a little child 1649|That has no language yet, 1649|All day the strength of his course 1649|And is silent when he rests, 1649|But when dawn doth show him the sun, 1649|Gives forth into the night this cry, 1649|And from afar the stars' cries: 1649|"Oh! I like the darkness and shine! 1649|Oh! I would look on the moon 1649|And her bright light for a friend!" 1649|The stars are quiet at the dawn 1649|To hear his first faint light. 1649|But, when the day doth wake to light, 1649|O'er the cold moon like a tide 1649|The stars look in at hearse and dawn 1649|And make a kindling and a call; 1649|And one after one they shine 1649|With a kind of smile on their face 1649|And a strange kind of gleam in their eyes, 1649|And their bows of fire uprot, 1649|And their silver bow on the hills 1649|And their silver bow by the sea. 1649|And all things turn to light before me 1649|In the twilight's purple sheen; ======================================== SAMPLE 7420 ======================================== 1287|Whereby the people, like inured, will 1287|Be content, nor ever think of wrong, 1287|But firmly to support their king, 1287|Shall ever be in peace content; 1287|While to each other these shall say, 1287|"This is the best of all our lives;" 1287|And in true brotherly kindness 1287|Will greet us at the door. 1287|Truly the people here obey, 1287|"The time is come,"--by his own decree 1287|Who, on his native soil, is come 1287|To seek for fame. 1287|Himself with joy and pride is crowning 1287|The lofty day, the day will soon 1287|Be come, when we shall hold our vows, 1287|And each in other comrades show 1287|More love! 1287|What shall we do the present bring, 1287|Now he, from earth, so soon is gone, 1287|Whither are we fled? 1287|All now is chaos here; no measure 1287|We may determine. 1287|Now from the dust they scatter wildly, 1287|And, while their arms unceasing press, 1287|To-night shall they be swinging, 1287|And in high flight. 1287|How long shall they so bravely stand, 1287|Till from the earth the dust is torn, 1287|And the mighty men, no more 1287|Return to their native land! 1287|So they have suffered, but they bravely, 1287|As he in the battle, still are standing, 1287|Bearing with fortitude their hearts. 1287|And so, while the day is shining,-- 1287|As the light it was shining o'er us, 1287|And as a sunset,--once more 1287|Their faces shall appear. 1287|And the old, well-known one will speak to us,-- 1287|In its native land to greet us; 1287|Then, when the day is waning, 1287|When is to come what we wish, 1287|And the eve shall give us rest. 1287|Then let us then all rejoice, 1287|As the day is passing, 1287|And all day as the sun be glorious, 1287|And, on the evening, 1287|All the night be bright, 1287|But with joy and honour we shall rejoice, 1287|While the hour is passing. 1287|Then, while the day on its journey is going, 1287|All the night shall be bright,--in 1287|The night we shall sleep. 1287|And the morning shall brighten us ever, 1287|Thou, for our love, for our honour, 1287|For thy sake didst die. 1287|And the grave shall light on us till that we, 1287|O farewell, farewell! 1287|Then to our native land, in joy and pleasure, 1287|Soften will be our grief,-- 1287|When our little children shall at home 1287|Returned be, as when first we parted. 1287|The people came, and stood there with joy mingled, 1287|When, now a little way, 1287|They should now see a steep stairway descending, 1287|To the hall-doors of the castle. 1287|In such gladness, forth came the people, 1287|In such joy, each man; 1287|And the old wag was laughing,--and to him 'gan 1287|He talk of the prince's return. 1287|And in the castle, so the story goes, 1287|A merry man was sitting at rest them all 1287|The while he could, 1287|So with a smile there glowed his features, 1287|And with a smile spoke he. 1287|"Behold, your lord's returning, dear friends, 1287|Behold," said he, "at last, the king of France 1287|And his rich folk's wishes satisfied, 1287|Here at the castle gate!" 1287|To which all the youth, with joyous cry, 1287|To their old master said. 1287|He said: "To-morrow we shall enter and take my leave; 1287|With all my heart!" 1287|Then the ======================================== SAMPLE 7430 ======================================== 12242|Is the one thing I hate -- its cold, 12242|Scant air, its empty space. 12242|Oh yes, it's far better far, I know 12242|That this is this great universe, 12242|This vast plain that I see, 12242|Than that, too, all my joys and woes 12242|Should change to life and death. 12242|I have not lost the sense of her, 12242|Nor lost the use thereof. 12242|I am not a witch; nor yet a prophet, 12242|Calling at night for hosts 12242|To bear me, burning, down the air, 12242|Into the great unseen. 12242|The eyes of my friend have never had 12242|A look, nor a word of mine, 12242|For either love or hate or laughter, 12242|And I can count the years. 12242|One has a mouth, full brown and long, 12242|Like something we would kiss; 12242|And half the time one's heart does chew, 12242|And half the time it does grow. 12242|There are lips that I'll never kiss, 12242|There are breasts I will not see, 12242|There are hearts that I'll leave all alone, -- 12242|But this world is strange to me! 12242|She never asked. 'T was not in love 12242|To say, "'T will, whenever; 12242|For that were ease to live in bliss, 12242|If I should love thee long." 12242|The world is full of dear excuse, 12242|In this wise: "Ah! tis but steel, 12242|'T is steel that must withstand delight, 12242|'T is steel that must endure." 12242|"That's no matter now! 'T is right, -- 12242|But, since 'tis wrought with hands again, 12242|Be patient." 12242|There, there, by Love's high mandate, 12242|There by his curse alone, 12242|We must bear up, or despair; 12242|For, since 'tis wrought with hands again, 12242|Fie, sine causa! 12242|Love's high mandate: 12242|Thou must bear up: 12242|Love's high curse 12242|Thou must endure: 12242|Love's high curse: 12242|Fate must endure; 12242|Thou must bear on, 12242|Ere this 12242|Thou must bear it. 12242|The world is full of soft excuse: 12242|"Ah! love must not be 12242|This is full of good and ill: 12242|Love's high command 12242|Shall then be vain." 12242|The world is full of dear excuse: 12242|"Ah! love must not be 12242|This is full of heart's desire, 12242|Love's low esteem, 12242|Must then be vain." 12242|And, when Love's high command shall ne'er be, 12242|Love's low esteem will be 12242|Fair and is full of cause to cry: 12242|Love's high regard, 12242|Must bear the pain! 12242|The world is full of soft excuse: 12242|"Ah! love must not be 12242|It stands full of good and ill: 12242|Love's high command 12242|Must bear, 12242|For some, the pain." 12242|The world is full of soft excuse: 12242|"Ah! love must not be 12242|The words are well said -- if not, 12242|Good and ill bear." 12242|The world is full of sweet excuse: 12242|"Ah! love must not be 12242|It stands full of tenderness: 12242|Love's low regard, 12242|Must bear the sore! 12242|The world is full of sweet excuse: 12242|"Ah! love must not be 12242|Though Love should love thee well, 12242|The pain, the woe, the woe. 12242|If Love were such as I, &c. 12242|The world is full of sweet excuse: 12242|"Ah! love must not be 12242|This stands full of goodness, goodness, goodness, goodness, goodness, 12242| ======================================== SAMPLE 7440 ======================================== I'll tell you how I found this way 23665|To win your heart in spite of all that I say. 23665|Oh! a wise man may be forced to use the wrong, 23665|And the wise choose the best; but I took the best. 23665|So, go, and with all the grace you can; 23665|The world is so full of silly tricks, 23665|'Twere more polite to say, "I will not try." 23665|I'll tell you another thing, before you go, 23665|And go with you, and talk of Love and Peace; 23665|You mustn't forget the last thing that you've said, 23665|And beg for grace instead of love and peace. 23665|Oh, what a foolish thing is love and hate; 23665|A foolish thing is to love and to hate; 23665|I wish I could put my head beneath a pot, 23665|And boil you down to soup! 23665|I'll tell you a story that will make you gasp-- 23665|About a fair young maid, whose father waken, 23665|To meet again the King he once had slain. 23665|"Oh, what a lovely lass!" she cried, "so new-awaken'd 23665|To life, so sweetly like her father's self! 23665|She lives in fair London, where fair weather 23665|Is always brought down by May and June." 23665|"Aye," says the King, "and this, day after this, 23665|As long as winds blow, winds shall bring fair weather; 23665|But when it comes to rain, the rain will turn 23665|Her father into a monstrous gyam-moose!" 23665|"And when the wintry weather is come," 23665|Replies the maid, with lovely tears, 23665|"The last thing that they can do is bring 23665|The rain to me; my father is so old!" 23665|Her father, she says, will never know 23665|A single sorrow like that which I suffer, 23665|Whilst, on the very top of all he does-- 23665|He is so old! 23665|I wonder, do you think it is, 23665|If the fair maiden can be true! 23665|I met my mother in her native land, 23665|With a white sheep on her back. 23665|A flock of lambs or a flock of doves: 23665|They had strayed through many a glen, 23665|And when their mother came to say good-bye, 23665|She made away with all her things. 23665|She put the sheep to bed; 23665|She went a-wooing, and came back again, 23665|With lamb, doves, and swan. 23665|She found the children in the meadows, 23665|And they were all dressed in green, 23665|The swan was white, and the children white. 23665|She caught them by their hair; 23665|They had neither eyes nor ears, 23665|They were half-faces. The King of the fairies 23665|Came out of his forest cave; 23665|He said, "I have brought a good tale to pass. 23665|I told you of the Lion of Nine Tunneys, 23665|And how he took sheep and made them great and good. 23665|"I told you all that I had to tell, 23665|And you were silent; I am sure 23665|That you believed it for true; 23665|But now I bring to you the tale that I tried 23665|To tell you, and tell you true. 23665|Two fairies came to Earth, and wept upon it, 23665|With their sad eyes full of tears; 23665|And one of them was called "Child and Rose," 23665|And the other, "Child and Juniper." 23665|The first asked a loaf of bread, 23665|And the Lamb of God that lolls upon the River 23665|Said, "Take the bread, and eat of it." 23665|The Holy Virgin rose in Heaven, 23665|And Mary took, and ate of the bread: 23665|"As I told you in the beginning, I don't need any more. 23665|"The milk of the cattle is sweet to me, 23665 ======================================== SAMPLE 7450 ======================================== 1287|Where they live, there are those who have eyes 1287|For nothing else but God's image too! 1287|"Behold the goodly palace's gate, 1287|For there is one has gathered there; 1287|The servants come with mickle heed, 1287|"But no man will enter the door, 1287|Where the gates of all heaven meet; 1287|There he should find the one who's there, 1287|'Tis he that all hath wished to see! 1287|All the winds are ringing by, 1287|A mighty throng is coming here, 1287|But all in vain: the gate is closed, 1287|For no one would enter here!" 1287|In his hand the angel stands, 1287|It is like the image of the sun. 1287|All the winds from all the lands 1287|Are in tune to hear the words; 1287|All the waves are echoing ready, 1287|The one thing needs to know! 1287|The house with windows opening, 1287|In a storm of hail it is blown. 1287|The door's in its place, and yet the door--not thou! 1287|The tempter, in whose spirit's core 1287|No spirit's light can shine, 1287|And that is all the power thou hast." 1287|"But who the door will open then? 1287|The angel answers and speaks sternly: 1287|"Thou must open--it is he, that knows. 1287|When the storm comes thither, who's the one 1287|That'll open and enter here, 1287|Only a thought and a desire! 1287|The door is opened, but, alas, the door, 1287|O ill-fated man! 'tis closed. 1287|So thou must go outside of the door, 1287|And wilt behold the vengeful eyes 1287|Of the devil, that in vain embued 1287|The gate that shuts out all but God! 1287|"The door stands open too, 1287|And thou must enter into him; but ah, 1287|Thou wilt see the one he entered here! 1287|He has gone inside with his feet, 1287|And, alas! they've left the gate alone. 1287|"The gate, that thou'lt pass as a leaf, 1287|And thou'lt mark no longer as a part, 1287|For there 'tis shut up with the key 1287|That opens but a little, he!" 1287|The Master stands with all attention, 1287|His eyes shining like the silver stars, 1287|Whilst still in his hand the Archangel holds 1287|That key through which is opened to God. 1287|Thereon he casts it, from far 1287|'Mid fogs, the door, as it were to enter, 1287|There to behold the demon that's coming,-- 1287|Who, when all is said, doth take, alas! 1287|And his own sins, in his hand, away. 1287|He, with his eyes, shall enter thus 1287|Within the gate without hope, 1287|And a good demon shall behold! 1287|In the way a footfall heralds--a rush of the air, the 1287|sudden, it is heard 1287|Gently murmuring; and, for now no word, 1287|The angel-host is heard to stand 1287|Quivering with wonder, but that he 1287|Will speak them ere they faint, of whom we were silent, 1287|And to whom we were mute and mute. 1287|"Oh blessed is that day!" thereupon 1287|I cried, "with a secret-glance, 1287|One of its thoughts that has arisen 1287|From a heart to which the stars 1287|With light of the eternal dawn 1287|Have given the signal, and he 1287|Hath waited so long for the hour 1287|Of the final death-dawn in 1287|On this side, and on that side, 1287|On this and on the other. 1287|And he hath come! he hath come 1287|Out in front on the plain!" 1287|The host then went to meet him, 1287|The Angel came after, ======================================== SAMPLE 7460 ======================================== 1568|"You were right: she was right. She never said my blood would be used 1568|to her disgrace." 1568|And, on the other side, 1568|"You were right: she was right. But you? Not so - 1568|She always said my blood would be used to her disgrace." 1568|"I never knew her blood 1568|Lavished a traitor on your hands." 1568|You were right. 1568|So they argued the whole year 1568|In the room in the Castle of St. Martin. 1568|For the dead had come to rule again. 1568|There was war on the quiet plains. 1568|There were battles of the horse. 1568|For the dead had come to rule again. 1568|The earth was new to war: 1568|For the dead had come to rule again. 1568|There was truce with the foe: 1568|For the dead had come to rule again. 1568|There was peace with the weak: 1568|For the dead had come to rule again. 1568|The world had room for only dead. 1568|The world was new to war. 1568|You knew the world was new to war. . . . 1568|You were right, for the earth was new to war. 1568|And you had the power for you to die. 1568|When the earth was new to war, 1568|Women were not what they are. 1568|When the earth was new to war, 1568|And peace with the foe came on. 1568|Sometimes you said, as the great bells were running high 1568|With "Mollie, mollie" over the country: "How you laddie!" 1568|Yes, the wind's in your face, 1568|And the clouds are out of the sky, 1568|And the flowers will never bloom, 1568|And you do not know why it is, 1568|And you wonder why your mother's dead, 1568|And you wonder what it is all about 1568|That makes you think 1568|The wind's in your face, 1568|And the clouds are out of the sky, 1568|And the flowers will never bloom, 1568|And your mother's dead, 1568|And your father's dead, 1568|And God's in the sky, and the little ones are 1568|shy, but there's a man from a far-off land, 1568|And there's a woman from some far-off sea, 1568|And there's a child with a cross on its hair, 1568|And a man is born in that little church of peace, 1568|And the dead lie, and their bones are scattered. 1568|If you'd a child like me, 1568|If you'd a little child like me, 1568|Who have walked with wise men, 1568|Who have borne with men, 1568|Then you'd take it from me to thump your child. 1568|And you'd strike my little boy 1568|From the mouth till it goes pucker - 1568|And make a sign to me 1568|I must not come ninking near you. 1568|I might have stood aside, 1568|I might have let you have it, 1568|I might have said: "Take it, 1568|Or else you'll go to hell from me." 1568|I might have stayed at home 1568|And never been in a war, 1568|And been killed in a quarrel. 1568|But I would not have you. 1568|And I am here to-day, 1568|My little boy, 1568|To-day to take my shot at a war. 1568|For I have done with a lot, 1568|I have played with a lot, 1568|I have mourned a lot, 1568|And been glad to-day - 1568|(The Lord's help in all things) 1568|And I am glad to-day . . . 1568|And I'm glad to-day in part. . . . 1568|I have seen so many men grow mad, 1568|They have lived without laughter: and one 1568|Became so drunk that he tore his throat 1568|In two--and lost both eyes ======================================== SAMPLE 7470 ======================================== 28591|I would go forth, but never hope 28591|I may behold His face again, 28591|If I but keep my hope so high 28591|I may not lose it. 28591|A little longer, and thou'lt see 28591|Thy Father's face, thy Saviour's eyes 28591|Upon thee shine, and call thee wise, 28591|And teach thee things that make thy shame 28591|And sorrow vanish. 28591|I have a little task to-day, 28591|Yet it is not much; yet it is true. 28591|This task is less than others oft were, 28591|Yet it is sweeter than others are. 28591|I have a task to-day; and tho' I know 28591|It is not much, it is sweeter still. 28591|The night is past, and, as it soon will be, 28591|My weary soul rests from its toil complete. 28591|Now is the hour of rest; now I alone 28591|This burden can bear for God alone to know. 28591|I must do this thing; for, with this task, 28591|My God, I know that I must never be 28591|Again known by my saintly name. 28591|A great gray cloud like one torn away, 28591|Falling down like ruddy fruit fell from the sky; 28591|The birds with music came and brought it company, 28591|And, like a mighty monarch, went with it far. 28591|When it has reached the earth, it hovers there 28591|With its sweet mist-wreaths to hide from view; 28591|The fields of heaven look far away 28591|Where it, o'er lilies, layeth down the dew. 28591|But from the earth it takes a deeper form, 28591|A darker, dusking color than the rest. 28591|And, when it falls into the earth, 28591|The birds who were born above it fly, 28591|Their music fills the earth again, 28591|The flowers are brightened and the meadows green. 28591|When it hath fallen down it brings with it 28591|Its shadow round the living lilies white. 28591|The grasses under it have a tender sound, 28591|And all the birds are glad, and all the bees. 28591|The dewdrops drop into the earth again, 28591|And earth is bathed in a deep, sweet sleep. 28591|But when with morning's brightness it glows, 28591|Again the dewdrops are upon the ground. 28591|Again the birds of spring come forth to sing; 28591|Again the flowers open their bosoms wide; 28591|And, on the morning breeze, 28591|The dewdrops settle down on earth again. 28591|When thy task is past, 28591|I will be ever faithful from thee ever. 28591|So my little one will know his duty well, 28591|And never fail in all thou hast desired. 28591|The birds are flying fast, the flowers are fair, 28591|Yet I must be there when his task is done. 28591|And my little one will know that he has done; 28591|And when his little task is over, he is strong. 28591|Thou hadst been still, dear, 28591|When his task was done, 28591|But for thee I had 28591|I had been here 28591|O'er the earth, 28591|But for thee I had 28591|You are waiting, little ones, all you are,-- 28591|Hungry and cold, 28591|And my hand is here 28591|O'er the ground, 28591|And my heart is warm, 28591|And my little one has left his play, 28591|And is in bed. 28591|And you can hear him laughing in his sleep, 28591|In the doorway safe, 28591|Till you think how strange is this to hear, 28591|That he who always smiled with the morning sun 28591|Sits so still so bright! 28591|O, you children, if you see his face 28591|When he wakes in the night; 28591|Can he make a better playmate or a friend 28591|Than all the boys you've had? ======================================== SAMPLE 7480 ======================================== 1280|As a child with joyousness 1280|In the sun on a summer day; 1280|For there was not a soul in sight 1280|But was drunk with the sight of the sun. 1280|When I saw the ship 1280|Carrying into port 1280|A party of lovely young maidens, 1280|On a raft with ropes and on the boat, 1280|I rose up and I heard them say: 1280|"Our father, the sea gods, 1280|Leads us, the island, to land, 1280|And the boat he brought with sails for winds to blow." 1280|From the boat and the raft 1280|I heard the words 1280|Of the lovely maidens: 1280|"The great sea-mother, 1280|She has bound her waves with chains 1280|To keep us from the sun. 1280|She loves us well 1280|But let her lead her dead bodies 1280|And turn thee back to sea." 1280|And then I saw, 1280|As they sang, 1280|"We will walk 1280|In the deep sea, 1280|We will go up the sea-river, 1280|We will go with the raft. 1280|As our boat is the boat of the raft, 1280|This man, like our boat and raft, 1280|Is the Father, the sea-mother." 1280|I thought of the sun-birth, 1280|The sun-children, 1280|The little red rafts 1280|Up the river of the sunset, 1280|And I saw in the distance 1280|The little red village 1280|Up the river of the sunset. 1280|And I heard the tramp of the crowd: 1280|"How beautiful is the sunset!" 1280|And they said, "It is sunset." 1280|And my heart cried, "Come closer, 1280|For the mother has given us to them. 1280|You and I 1280|Will walk again, 1280|Up river of the sunset 1280|In the raft to the shore, 1280|Till we reach the river of the river 1280|In the raft of the sun again." 1280|I saw clouds gathering, 1280|I saw the ships, 1280|I heard the water 1280|Rising from the sea-waves-- 1280|The river of the sunset, 1280|The water of the river, 1280|And I thought of the shadows 1280|That were gliding over 1280|The boat in the raft of the sunset, 1280|And the sun as it floated on high. 1280|But I thought at last: 1280|"What are all these clouds that were under, 1280|If these clouds, the shadows, 1280|Not know us, and disappear?" 1280|Then I looked out, 1280|Through the open window: 1280|All were clouds again, 1280|But much more beautiful. 1280|"There is a river, 1280|There is a river, 1280|And there is no river." 1280|"There is a woman 1280|Who walks beside it, 1280|For she loves it." 1280|Down to the floor of a ship 1280|With her little boat of love-- 1280|Down to the floor of the ship 1280|With her little boat of joy, 1280|To the joy of her little boat 1280|In a boat that no one knows 1280|Of a ship that no one knows-- 1280|Loving her, 1280|With her mother, 1280|And her father. 1280|And the little raft 1280|Of the river that floats 1280|Through the sun and the rain. 1280|(The wind of the afternoon, 1280|The sound of the sea, 1280|The wind and the rain.) 1280|There in the boat 1280|With the raft of the sunset sun-- 1280|The red and the yellow and blue-- 1280|The little boat of joy 1280|Was happy, laughing, 1280|With her mother 1280|And her father, 1280|And her lover. 1280|All in the morning 1280|In a boat by the river ======================================== SAMPLE 7490 ======================================== 2428|Nor more will tell in prose; 2428|And then the whole of human life 2428|Will seem a mere illusion set 2428|And dream the mind to see; 2428|And all our virtues, all our wrongs 2428|Come to the good of man. 2428|That all may justly be expected 2428|To do the best it can; 2428|Be bold, poor soul! though far from men, 2428|Unskilled to make them weep; 2428|Unskilled to give the good they have 2428|In man's misery to show; 2428|In vain the proud and credulous lie 2428|On man's misfortune fed. 2428|I fear you, poor, far-fondened swain: 2428|Your lot's the worst, not better 2428|Than others' hearts, to know all's amiss, 2428|And all's untrue and perjuries; 2428|And worse than all the fabled lies 2428|Of poets and of priests: 2428|In truth an empty, trivial jest, 2428|Where, if a flaw should crawl, 2428|'Twere small to find it--for it adds 2428|To what the poet makes.-- 2428|No, poor dear heart! your hopes are vain, 2428|You must be wild and rash, 2428|Must keep your faith, and think those lights 2428|The devil gave you too. 2428|You have no arts: if all be true 2428|The poet's dark conceits, 2428|There's little virtue in a heart 2428|Of woman: faith, then, are vain, 2428|And virtue more an illusion, 2428|Which doth but make it hard, 2428|If you can doubt whatever went 2428|Your virtue must be vain, 2428|And still believe whatever came 2428|Your faith must still be fable, 2428|A mere abstraction, but yet 2428|An image real; 2428|A mere delusion, but of life, 2428|For which reason reason 2428|Is scarcely meet, and where 2428|A man so much above his trust 2428|Should have no hope above reason. 2428|A man's faith, if his be weak, 2428|Is but the shadow of hope: 2428|A shadow! for by faith's self, 2428|You see, a shadow. 2428|And let that shadow serve, by all 2428|A man's faith or reason, 2428|To guide him where he needs to go, 2428|Or whither he needs; 2428|Let such serve man's hearts, that he 2428|In every thought and deed, 2428|By them is led, if he will, 2428|His only happiness. 2428|Let such advise, my dear, when weak, 2428|Or tempted even to err; 2428|To wrong no soul shall touch; 2428|And when the right's o'er thee made, 2428|Be thou, then, as thou shalt, 2428|And then thy choice may be made, 2428|If weak, as thou shalt be. 2428|If weak, then go with fear; 2428|If not, with prudence be; 2428|If weak, be wise, or be a fool; 2428|If wise, be cautious still; 2428|If prudence nor, nor any one, 2428|And let no vice invade. 2428|Let this your choice be then, 2428|To be as weak as thou hast made it-- 2428|That is, be weak, or not to be. 2428|Go, then! not so fast, old fool, 2428|For we are too much above 2428|The weak and ruinous things 2428|Life's children do with ease: 2428|Weak as we, not helpless 2428|We never found our liberty, 2428|Our strength from fear must rise; 2428|A single blow from power 2428|Can rouse them from their fane, 2428|And they with rage and rage revolt, 2428|And thunder after power. 2428|They storm at first; but, when all's done, 2428|The best turns out the worse, 2428|And the man, who wisely shrinks 2428|From weakness ======================================== SAMPLE 7500 ======================================== 24869|The glorious saints of every sect: 24869|And every chief with sway complete: 24869|For Indra, glorious Lord, was one: 24869|A host of demons, armed with bows, 24869|Were watching near the heavenly scene. 24869|As when the clouds in showers appear 24869|And hail the firmament with rains, 24869|In every eye one mass displays, 24869|Enlightening every creature there. 24869|The lords of heaven before his feet 24869|Their offerings in his hands withstood, 24869|And, to a thousand rajas bent, 24869|The king in wrath his wrath addressed: 24869|“Why, Raghu’s son, thy furious rage 24869|Attentive to the skies has bent? 24869|Hence, if thy mind indulge, attend; 24869|But I of yore, O Sage, expos'd. 24869|Hast thou not heard the sound of wail? 24869|Hast thou not heard the thronging men, 24869|In thousand-masted house, beset 24869|With soldiers at the royal gates? 24869|These noble saints their sorrows share, 24869|And for the monarch’s banishment 24869|To meet him, when the day was bright, 24869|A beauteous lady for his sire, 24869|His eldest son was all his care— 24869|Ah, would that this were all, and they 24869|Were weeping now with joy to view 24869|How fair the host, the king, the queen 24869|On whom they all rely, their lord. 24869|These saints, O Ráma, in the name 24869|Of blissful vows on Ráma shed, 24869|Besought him ere his rite be o’er, 24869|Dear as the fire that kindles rage. 24869|How will a furious blast be hurled, 24869|Which, fierce with rage, shall scorch my side? 24869|The fiends of evil, cruel, bold, 24869|And wild with rage, the world o’erthrew, 24869|I see them marching by the shore, 24869|And by the fleet they hale their car. 24869|Ah, if they send me forth to spy 24869|Their legions on the royal road, 24869|My way shall be a deadly gloom, 24869|And dreadful visions haunt my sense. 24869|Each saint, they say, from heavenly place 24869|Each saint and bird in heaven obeys, 24869|And dares all gods and fiends who scorn 24869|Their rites austere. The demon crew 24869|Of fiends, with their impious race, 24869|Whose heads their heads each bears aloft, 24869|All joy in Ráma’s banishment: 24869|Each bird that sings in earth will sing, 24869|And tree their tops will upward raise. 24869|Each star that shows its blazonry 24869|Will fearful dreams of evil send; 24869|So will they hurl me from the sky 24869|When Ráma’s banishment is past. 24869|O, ere the day comes when he die, 24869|O, Ráma, Ráma, if I weep, 24869|If I for all my sufferings grieve, 24869|How shall my sad sight be blind? 24869|I would not weep, for Sítá’s sake, 24869|But if my brother’s fate I knew, 24869|My tears would pour like rain, and wash 24869|The woe of all the fiends that hate 24869|My dear consort, mine, mine, loved by me, 24869|And let me see my Ráma slain. 24869|This world of mortal cares and pride; 24869|This world of toil and care and fame, 24869|What are its joys to me, my wife 24869|And thee, when, overthrown and slain, 24869|I fall below the lowest gloom? 24869|When every thought and feeling cease, 24869|And life a long and lonely sleep, 24869|Thy wife, O Queen, thy darling bride, 24869|The best and fairest of the fair, 24869 ======================================== SAMPLE 7510 ======================================== 29700|By the waters to the world will be bound. 29700|In the deeps, o'er which the tides in vain 29700|Pass the long miles afield, there lies in rest 29700|The old town, now called Arroyo; there, 29700|Sheltered from wrath and pestilence, dwells 29700|The thousands of the Arnes-dale in prayer 29700|Who died for Castile from the waters wide. 29700|Lo! from the shores of Argenzón, the road 29700|To that fair city, with their bodies spread, 29700|Came the people of the Arnes-dale, 29700|And they, in eager quest of those that died, 29700|Passed the Argenzón, and reached the shore 29700|Of the soft-flowing Arno, and were won 29700|By the hands of their victorious king. 29700|His army, as its chariots drove and rolled, 29700|Grew in strength, and now there stood a wall, 29700|And now a bridge, that from the distant side 29700|Seemed to descend into the dark abyss. 29700|In the wide world and everywhere 29700|His fame is with the nations; and the tale 29700|Still echoes in each clime, where'er the right 29700|To strike, and freedom, and the right to breathe, 29700|Have been made law by one whose name was fame. 29700|The very name of Castile has a charm 29700|To bind the hearts of men; and that strange thing, 29700|Which makes us tremble for our Liberty, 29700|Is that the face, that veil of terror, is gone: 29700|All is forgotten in the midst of wrath; 29700|And we that once, and still will remember thee, 29700|Are at an open gate;--the world is wide, 29700|And we, alone, can stretch the arm to seize 29700|Some remnant of thy stature on the field; 29700|And those who lived before thee, as thy dead, 29700|Shall still be noble, though alone in Earth. 29700|Yet--we remember thee--thou art dear to us-- 29700|Were it not thus, we had been willing slaves 29700|Through all the centuries, since Liberty 29700|Was yet a name. But now our life is narrow; 29700|We can have only slaves; our very blood 29700|Was drawn from out the blood of the first brave slave; 29700|And, since thy very blood for us is drawn, 29700|We would have all that is left us of thy worth 29700|In that great world, and by our own choice would dare, 29700|And give thy name to nations. Yet--we could not-- 29700|The memory of thy virtues made thee dear. 29700|I bring thee to our porch, that thou mayst know 29700|The power thy good provokes with power divine, 29700|And live by thy great memory. 29700|So I will go, 29700|And, kneeling, make myself a suppliant say 29700|I came to serve thee. 29700|I have loved thee, 29700|Thou goodly city, to the western sea 29700|Where all the world's great minds dwell; I have come 29700|To take the ancient tribute thou hast given, 29700|And in thy memory make a free answer make, 29700|Whose power no conqueror can overset. 29700|But now-- 29700|No conquest will efface the name of thee; 29700|No freedom will thy fame requite. 29700|But as the earth's last great flowering-time, 29700|When leaves are still, and fragrance yet abides, 29700|So thou hast seen, and hast not bid it go, 29700|Till thou art dead, thy glory--all thy light. 29700|I go; the night is very near. 29700|The trees are dark about my feet, 29700|And the stars are sinking far away. 29700|I hear the tread of a dark troop 29700|On the steep bank, deep and bold. 29700|I watch the shadows at my feet; 29700|They dart like spears. I know their paths 29700|Are worn by some who now would need 29700|My blood for freedom to obey, ======================================== SAMPLE 7520 ======================================== 30282|Sihte ȝe þe saue _sau* _wite,_ saue _swine_. 30282|Skepe _scrymge_, _scrym_, _scym_, _scriam_, _strange_, _scoams. 30282|Skelp _skirl_, _skild_, _skirl_, _skalth_, a _skooklin_ word 30282|Skelpe _skitherrie_ (the wind), _skitherry_, to make fast, to bind. 30282|Skales _skinker_, _skil_, _skinn_ (the scythe), to _skink_, to shiver. 30282|Skinker-lych _skinkled_, _skinklin_, to _skid_, to _slide_, slide. 30282|Skirling _skirfte_, shivering, to _skirling_, to _slid_. 30282|Skirling _skirling_, shiver, to ike, to _slide_. 30282|Sligdin, _slig_. To _sligter_, to _slip_, _slip_, to "slide. 30282|Slinte, _slink_, slippery, _slink_, _slink_, a _slippery_. 30282|Sledeȝ _sleepe_, _slype_ (mild, good), _spred_, a ridge of ground; 30282|Sligste _sleeȝ_, _slig_ (the ground), a _slype_. 30282|Slugwand, _slowny_, _slippery_, _slug_, _sluggard_. 30282|Smingle, _sminge_, _smitten_ (the glass), _smitten_, smeared. 30282|Smyt, _smyt_, to smitten, smeared, _smashed_, _smashed_; to take the 30282|sharpest edge one's counterpawne, a _slyt_, a _sly-t_, a slip. 30282|Slu{m}m, _slu[m]ma_. The word _slum_ is a vulgar name for the English 30282|Snow-limmer, _slow-limmer_, sliding, _sliding_. 30282|Soft-fushion, c. 4. 30282|Sowt-out, not sowed, _sung_, _spread_, _swelled_. 30282|Sixpence-pigeon, _sixpence-pigeon_. 30282|Sowers, _a _sowers_. 30282|Sides, _sides_, _an an c. 4. 30282|Sigwart, _sigwart_, _a well-kept, a staid}, 30282|Sky-kynge, _sky-kynge_, _a skylier_, _sky poet_. 30282|Sky-way, _sky-way_, _a space_. 30282|Slant, _slant on_, _slanting on_, _slanting with_ 30282|_an _all_, a _all_, a _all-at-hens_, _all-at-once_, 30282|A-stel, _at-spring_, _at-spring_, _at-spring_, _at-spring_. 30282|_all-at-hes_, _all-at-hens_, _all-at-rees_. 30282|Slant-fulle, _slantfull_, _slanting of_, _slantfull_ (by a line), 30282|slantfull (in an author's sense), _at-filt_, _at-leve_. 30282|slantfull (rhymed _at-filt_). 30282|_slant-er_, _slant-e, slant_, to _so_, to _spear_ (the point of a sword or 30282|slant-it ======================================== SAMPLE 7530 ======================================== 1005|Thus at the foot of the steep bank we stood. 1005|Damietti march'd onward, as the tow'rs 1005|Propp'd on the mountains; but the degree 1005|At which the summits reared, our eyes could reach 1005|None knew how much ascent. On the left hand 1005|us were met a race, who in wise rhyme 1005|Were mediating between themselves. Theirs 1005|Was the loud humouring; and the words they spake 1005|Brake away, like sound of many streams 1005|Disjoined thence mingled they together, 1005|That yielding to a single sound. Fame, 1005|That in the hearts of pagans vocifer 1005|Had published the wondrous Canto, shall 1005|Add here to the rest of this record, that all 1005|This race, as well of giants as of men, 1005|Felt therein a kind of balmy wind. 1005|"Whence I that scent of genial warmth," 1005|Bespake i' the air, "that dislik'd and fragrant 1005|In me had life, and had the power to feel, 1005|As they who dwell in the bright regions have, 1005|So early were inclin'd, deeming it good 1005|Each one to make his neighbours better kin; 1005|This, this was my first breeding; thence mine art, 1005|To render odour more manifest. 1005|That in you will I find entrance, answer right. 1005|Ripe is your state, and therefore would you wait 1005|Late on the wing of changing fortune. Enrich'd 1005|And organ full of life, what then remains? 1005|To loftiest height ye cannot, climb your state; 1005|And to become mighty correspondeth 1005|To that your soul considers virtuous." 1005|Betwixt his words, such fulness of the spirit 1005|It had assimilated, that the limbs 1005|To its utmost perfection had not wrought 1005|Newly, how keenly now attention recall'd 1005|Had I to hear, and everything resumed 1005|To my sagacious nature. Yet again 1005|As sponge full of oil, one of my wrists 1005|Reach'd, where it would find the web,through exertion 1005|Soiled by the stripp'd linen. With the feeling 1005|Of my pain, and that stinging irony, 1005|Some moments I withdrew myself; but soon 1005|Becoming soon repentant, I engag'd 1005|Against the sting, and said: "It was a lie." 1005|And the other straight confessed it not, 1005|But down at once the lance went up to his breast. 1005|A tale so strange might well to some seem 1005|As nothing, to the knowing reader: who 1005|Would ask, why in the sun not man beheld 1005|Stood some few feet above the water? and who 1005|Would marvel, if upon the earth, behind, 1005|They could not see him returning? nor slight 1005|Or grope to see him moving, when in vain! 1005|So were they seen not, though no vault profound 1005|Threat supposing innocence: and as the beam 1005|Traversed the floor of crystal, or the flight 1005|Of eagle swoop, so Hecuba ascended, 1005|Adown the stairway, by her hair detain'd. 1005|Now were all eyes turned, while in her flight she rode 1005| Up to the seventh foss. 1005|cape.] 1005|And, through the gross earth penetrating, found 1005|The cave of Death. OMAR, the brother of the name 1005|Of HETHETYEBUSTA, who built a boat 1005|And cart without the circuit of a JUN, 1005|Drew back the water, and to his own country pil'd. 1005|Meanwhile the whitened seaman swam up to the hill, 1005|And to the watchers dame RETCHEDA was mute; 1005|She, who by chance might note my mirth, drew near, 1005|And, her fair cheeks bathed in ruddy light, 1005|Thus in the dance began: "Here," ======================================== SAMPLE 7540 ======================================== 8672|To leave an empty room to the light, 8672|And the sad sight to joy will change, 8672|Ere a word you speak the night 8672|Tells that death hath come to that 8672|Who in life loves so. 8672|And all you see, that you may know, 8672|Must some strange story tell to you; 8672|Then the sun will rise and shine 8672|And the moon will show its own light, 8672|Till all you see is done. 8672|The moon and all the stars above, 8672|Are fain to prove their true condition; 8672|Then look in your heart, and learn 8672|The word that only says so. 8672|If you are true, then your heart, my dear, 8672|Has grown for aye to nothing but pain; 8672|Then take my hand and walk away, 8672|And walk away and know. 8672|If you are true, then every day, 8672|I see my heart as a thin veil-- 8672|Then look in your heart and learn 8672|And take my hand and go. 8672|If you are true, and just what I think 8672|You never do forget to forget, 8672|You turn the bright tears all to smiles, 8672|And give my heart a new content, 8672|And give my spirit rest. 8672|But what a change! The day that once 8672|Felt so that you changed your colour, 8672|Tranquil and pure, and dear and dear, 8672|Is grown so very cold and keen and gray, 8672|I sometimes wish I had not been born. 8672|And though the flowers I used to praise, 8672|I often wonder how they know 8672|I love them all so well as they: 8672|I never read a word to see 8672|Why their flowers are so dear to me. 8672|And though I sometimes long for you 8672|I often wish I had the heart 8672|To change the happy hours of my day 8672|To something less unsatisfied. 8672|The summer sun's gold on the roof 8672|As I sit waiting for the rain; 8672|The autumn winds are crying loud 8672|In the lonely house that grey and grey, 8672|Which now is dust and mould and gray. 8672|No more the wind's wild voice is calling; 8672|And I wish I never had a child, 8672|Or else the little one were dead. 8672|The sun goes up the wind, and now 8672|I cannot turn the latch, or go to sleep, 8672|Because the old days so would stay with me, 8672|The grey is there for all to see. 8672|The wind goes down, and now the rain 8672|Sobs loud, it drowns out the sky. 8672|The old green leaves are lying down 8672|Where some long hollow tree grew up. 8672|I'll lie and watch the water roll 8672|And look at it from many a hole, 8672|And look and listen and see it pass 8672|Over many a waste and grassy place. 8672|The wind goes sighing by, and now 8672|I cannot shut the window wide 8672|And watch that sunbeam flowing by, 8672|Till it has gone and left the dark 8672|And darkness on the earth and sky. 8672|The rain goes down the river: 8672|I cannot turn to dry my eyes, 8672|For there are clouds all black at hand, 8672|And they are driving down the tide. 8672|But there are things that nothing fears, 8672|For one small boat is waiting there 8672|For me upon the open flood. 8672|And I will sit and watch so late 8672|When I forget and walk alone 8672|The roads in which the other ones go, 8672|Lose heart of youth and heart of age. 8672|And I will be a stranger there, 8672|And laugh, and sing till morning long 8672|The words that still are in my heart. 8672|If I could paint a little flower 8672|Like a young maid in her beauty's pride, 8672|Or a sad little lass of earth, ======================================== SAMPLE 7550 ======================================== 1280|As it is done in the olden time? 1280|It may be 1280|Innocent blood, as the ancient folk say. 1280|THUS the thought 1280|Came into my heart 1280|And a thought's strength gripped my brain and gripped, 1280|Until out of this turmoil and strife 1280|Was something of truth and quietude; 1280|A peace, 1280|Of proportionate measure, as you might measure 1280|The peace of a well-fed little boy 1280|Whose eyes are full of dreams and all thoughts. 1280|THEY told that to-day was the first eve 1280|She heard a child's laugh. 1280|Is it the voice of my mother? 1280|Oh, surely! 1280|That voice I have heard only once. 1280|She was lying on a quiet bed 1280|One time a child and I, 1280|When suddenly I closed her little eyes, 1280|Stretched on the couch and wept. 1280|THEY say there is a mystic 1280|And elemental power 1280|Which gives the soul a breath 1280|Which is stronger than that of man. 1280|WHILE the great men of the earth were sleeping, 1280|As one might be, in the twilight hours 1280|Of their dream, the sun rose up and rose above them. 1280|And it came to say to each 1280|Of their dreams--"This is the hour, 1280|You must rise and go to a great city 1280|Where they give you the work of men." 1280|So I stood in the morning light, 1280|And, going to and fro, 1280|Rising and going, I heard 1280|The voice of the sun at my door, 1280|Rising and going, I heard 1280|A voice say, "Come you all into great city." 1280|I turned and looked up at the sky. 1280|I saw a face, 1280|A spirit, full of the dream and the mystery, 1280|And the voice saying, "I go when the sun goes down." 1280|I heard the voices of the men 1280|As they walked to their work, 1280|Calling and calling and calling, 1280|Calling and calling, calling and calling. 1280|"WHEN you look to the west, 1280|And if you turn your face away 1280|From the hills above you and the lake, 1280|The hills that rise like black masts 1280|Into the river, your love will never find you." 1280|Then I looked toward the lake 1280|And I saw the hills 1280|Grow black beneath the silent sky 1280|Until they were as the white clouds that hide the skies. 1280|THE earth has lost her perfect youth, 1280|And all the air is full of truth 1280|That burns my very soul and fills my eyes, 1280|And speaks my spirit to and takes 1280|My thought into her hand to speak. 1280|The sky and the earth are old, 1280|The man is sick and weary, 1280|And she must find the proper word 1280|To tell her love to her dear lover. 1280|She does not say a word, but waits 1280|Laid in the quiet bedside 1280|Without a sound or hope to cheer her, 1280|And knows her passion's coming time 1280|Has found the words to call him home. 1280|A CRASHING of the ocean 1280|Onward in the distance, 1280|A sudden burst of brilliant fire-- 1280|A flash of lightning-- 1280|No more the ocean was, nor he, 1280|But a bright arch, 1280|Clear, beautiful, and bright as day, 1280|O'er the sky's blue edge. 1280|The sea and sky were one again 1280|With a bright, undimmed glory, 1280|And the sea-birds fluttered over their bliss, 1280|Like waves upon a shore. 1280|The waves of the sea, 1280|So long at rest, 1280|Toward that flash did hasten madly 1280|That all might shine. 1280|The waves of the sea, 1280 ======================================== SAMPLE 7560 ======================================== 19170|Whose heart is the proud, deep, blue, clear sea, 19170|Whose heart is the sun-lit, blue, clear air? 19170|Whose heart is the wind-blown sweet, white flowers?" 19170|"Why, a thousand are my name; 19170|And I was the last, for whom it kept 19170|As ever it used to keep; 19170|My name is as clear and free." 19170|"I cannot tell you how I met her: I met her when she 19170|sat alone; 19170|Her hair was a rustle, and her eyes were brown, 19170|and she had a face like stone; 19170|And I am as good a man as I can be, 19170|I told her this, and she came, and sat down beside me. 19170|How fair she was, how beautiful; 19170|And for pity I cried; but if she could know, 19170|She was as fair as she was good. 19170|And for a kiss I set the ring 19170|About her finger small; 19170|I loved her, she said, just as you do-- 19170|I told her that; and with that word she left me-- 19170|But one little word she could say, 19170|And I loved her evermore. 19170|O love is the flower of the grass, 19170|And love is the fruit of the tree; 19170|Our hands are clasped, and our cheeks are wet, 19170|and the light is dim. 19170|O you dear eyes are closed above! 19170|Oh, you are aye alway here. 19170|We had a name, and long ago 19170|Your name was turned from me, 19170|And I forgot in the darkness of night 19170|To watch you--to pray you; 19170|And I was alone that far distant year, 19170|And you were mine, O love, O heaven: 19170|_She has forgot._ 19170|When that one day I knew you not, 19170|Nor loved you, nor had cared, 19170|I gave myself to grief! 19170|For all your smileless frown, 19170|Your tender and sad eyes, 19170|So plain to me, and yet so wise, 19170|So fair to gaze on. 19170|And this you loved I neither knew nor cared-- 19170|Yet I forgive, so fair!-- 19170|I thought it better than you; and now 19170|I cannot love you. 19170|O no! in the day of the conflict long 19170|I shall not have seen your face, 19170|And I have walked the path of the dead, 19170|And the feet of the dead walk all. 19170|My grief shall not come home again; 19170|It needs a deeper sea, 19170|Where my hope and my love and my faith, 19170|Will never more be. 19170|O no! in the night of the conflict long 19170|I shall not have seen your face, 19170|And all your gentle calm eyes 19170|No more shall be seen. 19170|My grief lies washed away, and the night 19170|That swept me away, 19170|Shall pass and come not with its darkness, 19170|To gather me again. 19170|O nay! and the day shall return, 19170|And the night turn back, 19170|For I know I have never loved you, 19170|Nor can love you still. 19170|If life is a flutter, 19170|It is more fleeting 19170|Than sleep, than death; 19170|And the best of deeds, 19170|Life is a way; 19170|It has no end, 19170|And no point: 19170|There is nought to follow, 19170|Or to shun; 19170|It is nought that is 19170|With a bound-- 19170|It is nothing at all, 19170|But the endless striving 19170|That leads nowhere; 19170|With a thirst 19170|To seize the sweet flower 19170|As its bud: 19170|And a hunger 19170|Unto the core 19170|Of our being, 19170|For the perfect rest 19170|Which ======================================== SAMPLE 7570 ======================================== 24869|With all of his duteous love.” 24869|Thus speaking, from the wood he hied 24869|And quickly to the hall returned, 24869|Where in his lady’s presence stood 24869|And told her everything. 24869|Again the lady’s heart was moved 24869|With love’s strong power to please: 24869|For all she saw with loving eye 24869|Had thrilled her soul with pain. 24869|She looked upon that wondrous band 24869|Of glorious sons and sire 24869|Whose might and glory matched in worth 24869|The mightiest monarchs were. 24869|Then she and Bharat with her eyes 24869|The heavenly heroes viewed, 24869|And by their presence pleased her soul, 24869|And blest the sight with peace. 24869|As by their deeds and manners praised, 24869|As well as for their virtues great, 24869|Rose praise from her her sire’s consent 24869|That Ráma to the wood should go. 24869|He came on, and when he got 24869|To Lanká, he addressed 24869|His greeting to the city. 24869|Then Ráma to Ayodhyá went, 24869|And Lakshmaṇ and Sumitrá came, 24869|And all who with him in their train 24869|Had met on their return. 24869|The sons of Raghu came at last 24869|Where Rishyavedot dwelt, 24869|And wise, well-fitted hosts he led, 24869|And armies in array. 24869|High were the hills, the banks were clear, 24869|The forests high; 24869|Where birds of every feather flew, 24869|Or kine their youthful strength supported. 24869|And Ráma with Lakshmaṇ’s arm 24869|Was clad in arms of mighty might, 24869|And bade them forth to Nineveh, 24869|Their city far away. 24869|Then Lakshmaṇ and Ayodhyá came, 24869|And Sítá and the dame 24869|Were led by Ráma to the town 24869|Where Lanká’s sons dwelt. 24869|There Ráma, the best and best, 24869|A valiant chief to see, 24869|On Sítá and her spouse arrayed 24869|His numerous host and bold.” 24869|From palace gates, with many a cry 24869|Of joyful welcome, Ráma came 24869|And Lakshmaṇ with him, and they 24869|Await, obedient to their Lord, 24869|Their lord with reverent steps: 24869|At Sítá’s name, her lord whom all 24869|Adored, he turned and went. 24869|Then Sítá to Ráma named, 24869|His feet to bow addressed: 24869|“O Ráma, turn, and by this sign 24869|I beg thee with my prayer. 24869|This palace now is thine own, 24869|Its walls and roof arched high. 24869|A happy land is ours now, 24869|A prosperous road we tread. 24869|I, Ráma, be the Queen 24869|The glorious home of all.” 24869|Before the queen a little way 24869|She bowed her head, and thence 24869|Sent Ráma forth in wonderment 24869|Into Lanká’s city deep. 24869|Then with great words and earnest speech 24869|That smote each sense and breast: 24869|“O, Sítá, if I should stay 24869|To see thee on this road, 24869|Far from my home, I would not, 24869|O Queen of life and light, 24869|Stay here for more than twelve 24869|Hours and from the morning sun 24869|My body bathe in dew 24869|The warm moist breath of spring. 24869|I would not live, but would have stayed 24869|At home, content to rest, 24869|And with a loving spouse 24869|My life on her you chose.” 24869|Thus Sítá in her woe- ======================================== SAMPLE 7580 ======================================== 38566|is also mentioned. Cf. Paus. i. 33. 21: 38566|Vrbis in pietas, quia, nisi dulci, in alta dolentia? 38566|'O Plautus, quicquid inerte aetate in ista cum 38566|Quaesitai, cum quaene, cum quo tempore in ipsa 38566|Omne in orbe legumque uolucrem, in orbe legatum, 38566|Et tenerae mei nouas et mihi cumiscere meis.'] 38566|'All the old wives, and the young nymphs too 38566|Shunning all talk of marriage, in their bowers 38566|Do hide the evil day.'--POPE. 38566|'Risunt mihi, quae mors equus ille, 38566|Quaeque leprae parientur, et lilia tela.' 38566|'Nunc te, Daphne, nunc te. O te, Daphne, nunc 38566|Quod mors equus ille.' 38566|See also 'Ode iam demow Deos' (Aen. i. 6): 38566|dearest, most beloved; 38566|Dearest in the world.' 38566|'Nec mihi quid velim, mors equus ille 38566|Velut stellato suos hortariore per angelo.'" 38566|'Nebim tam cor vis gravis igitur imo' (I. xvi. 27). 38566|'Cum tam cor paupertas aevi te, velitaphane 38566|Odris dicemis aper, odris teneris ocellos?' 38566|Odris dicemis teneris ocellos is the meaning the same? 38566|'Tale o pisces mihi qui minus iter, nisi proprio.' 38566|'Nempe Paullum mihi quoque fuit, 38566|Pauper amor? qui minus iter mori.' 38566|'Quanto tanto, quanto tibi.' 38566|'Non illam tibi sic certe grauis amabimur, 38566|Non illam tibi velut urna suis.' 38566|If there is anything more subtle and subtle than the use of 38566|'Deus ille in tua vita, Deus in arte nocendi, 38566|In arte veluti, in arte modi, in arte piu: 38566|Is ea in tua, is ea in arte veluti.' 38566|'Atque utinam in tua vel severi tuos 38566|Tua vel sicut aera: tua vels tua.' 38566|'Quaerendo potest haec modo in vide notes Civ. 3. 38566|Huc ego in illis, et illas haec haec absolutei, cita.' 38566|O graues! proporc. te quoniam esse videlicet arte! 38566|Si, tacet, audax et infelice simul in ore, et ex ore velit, 38566|Te querere veluti vis'ro. te simul omnes amat! 38566|'Sunt apud Ideis, tantum propiscite Deum!' 38566|'Si quando 38566|Cursabit haec: dura est in mala, mala est in vocem.' 38566|'Ut si quando 38566|Conspexit haec: dura mala decepta est in vellum.' 38566|Tale decepta virente sinuatus.' 38566|'Ut si perducto, si perge remediamur.' 38566|'Ut si perepto, sed pergere facti dextrae, 38566|Tale perduxit, tale perduxit, ferioque.' 38566|and more of this sort of metre.) 38566|The translation below assumes this sense. 38566|'Sunt apud Ideis, tantum propiscite Deum! 38566|In arte decepta, in arte decepta vivere: 38566|In voce, in ======================================== SAMPLE 7590 ======================================== 16059|Por los hechos de tres mares 16059|El maddo mano de las narices 16059|Con ciencia y encarnal y vencedor; 16059|Y á los hechos piensos he 16059|Rueda más bany á la dirección, 16059|Que en paz solo, enjutos se 16059|Los pocos tuyos se escondió, 16059|Y á su frente estraño se había, 16059|Vierte con los viento agitó: 16059|Yo no puedo se quiere mi santa fe, 16059|Que á mi voz... y pues el que el viento, 16059|Y á mi frente no puedo le diría. 16059|Que en cada cada sólo 16059|Llegóse el aliento que le vencedor, 16059|Que puedan era escuchar desear. 16059|Al pájaro de yede 16059|Dejando el cetro desmayo, 16059|No era canto que le fueron, 16059|Porque le noche la noche y las cifras 16059|Nuevo recocho sus luces 16059|Y á todos los deseo 16059|En otro gusto se desconocido. 16059|Dijo, vuelve el cielo 16059|Con el señor de las flores, 16059|Vete de vos, que en su dolor 16059|A ti se escuchó Los áonsos 16059|Y el aire flamosado en el misterioso, 16059|Era aquél mi corazón 16059|El nombre de los Açossa y la virgen. 16059|El aire señor, levanto 16059|Lámparas le oculto, y le oculto señal. 16059|Otra vez: ¿Qué süave la libertad? 16059|Los lindos reyes, que siempre 16059|Yace en lenguaje 16059|Sus pueblos tiempos, 16059|Y sus órbitos cubiertos 16059|Se en torno plegaron 16059|Ángel del cabellero. 16059|¿Quién reciertos los pocos 16059|Hoy que siempre 16059|Unas de la selva, y una sepalla 16059|Viento en las vuelas del mundo? 16059|«Tu vista,» se sigue, 16059|»Me veo, yo no te viene; 16059|Porque hacerte de tal manera 16059|Que me dió la torpe; 16059|Y luego del rey el alma, 16059|Todas, se despojecen: 16059|«Pues buenas fuentes de la vida 16059|Haces, todas tan dar la dama; 16059|Y no le dicen. La tu alegre 16059|Los tierras llores haces... 16059|El arrullino se alcanza 16059|De ver del mundo se abriendo, 16059|Hasta el mundo mi vida...» 16059|Làciel es de arrullarme 16059|De la tu grandeza, 16059|Y á su aliento alcaide 16059|Lleva al manajel minero, 16059|«Y á una paredad 16059|Haya noche, y por un poco 16059|Al sol templado al pie del airón, 16059|Un mejor propio cayó, 16059|Haya noche. 16059|No muerta cayó, 16059|Ya dulce flor, y por sus peces 16059|Hamáis, con hermosos, 16059|Y la noche, haya noche.» 16059|Ved se ======================================== SAMPLE 7600 ======================================== 1304|The stars are gone, 1304|The stars! 1304|To-morrow morn, the stars will be a-wake, 1304|And gather round the sun at heaven's gate; 1304|They never will forget this day's glory; 1304|When first I saw you shine with you mine eyes 1304|I longed to kiss that maiden hand of mine, 1304|And have it duly from me this day. 1304|But now--the starry night-watches fall; 1304|The stars are gone. 1304|O starry night-watches, thou, for me, 1304|That keptst so late from the light of thine 1304|A faithful record, whatsoe'er it be 1304|Of what I have done,--nor ever erred 1304|Nor ever injured thee (nor even grew weary 1304|Of watching o'er me), nor ever forgot 1304|Thee in the midnight. And now, no longer, 1304|My queen of nightingales! 1304|And thy good name is over and gone, 1304|That day of all days for my soul's delight: 1304|My song is over. 1304|And now the night is come, and far and low 1304|The lonely stars are shining. And the moon 1304|Begins to shiver. And the dews of night 1304|Are falling. And the stars, they know not why, 1304|Begrudge thy wondering gaze. 1304|And still thou goest, my lovely nightingale, 1304|Begrudge the stars, and all the shining heaven, 1304|And heaven's own beauty, for thy shivering tribute 1304|To this fair night,-- 1304|The night without night, without day, without love, 1304|Without all love that is--without all pleasure, 1304|Without all joy except loss. 1304|And far down amid the silent waste 1304|Of misty haze and dusky cloud 1304|The haggard moon hath lain, as fair, as feeble 1304|As thought may make a thing gone mad. 1304|And still the stars are watching and gazing 1304|And still I hear thy plaintive plaint-- 1304|For nothing but my heart is failing 1304|And failing now. 1304|And still the moon withers, and still I mourn, 1304|And still I long for thee. And still my grief 1304|Is the more for thy absence, for I miss 1304|Thy sweet voice, and light no more. 1304|And thou art long as life, and Iless, and lone, 1304|And yet I love thee--love thee still, 1304|For ever love thee, oh, love me, oh, love me! 1304|And if I ever shall love thee more 1304|Than flowers of the May, and woods of the June, 1304|If trees of the June then only shall bring 1304|The summer to me, and blossom again, 1304|Then shall I yearn for thee. 1304|MY heart is still my heart, 1304|And night is still yon star, 1304|While all this world is old, 1304|And still yon star yon star. 1304|My heart is still my heart, 1304|And all my world is new. 1304|MY love is as a stream, 1304|That flows forever, 1304|My love is as the wave 1304|That runs adown the sea. 1304|My love is as a sea 1304|Of flowery trees . . . 1304|And all my world is new 1304|And still yon star yon star. 1304|HERE lies poor John Brown, 1304|Who so gayly sang 1304|Of meeting on the green 1304|With a bonny lassie, 1304|And a kiss and a bond. 1304|He's low, and he's dead, 1304|Poor John Brown's low, 1304|And if he were but here 1304|He might be happy to hear 1304|My lovely Lisette, 1304|And I my Lisette. 1304|Beneath the silver-windowed elm 1304|There is a little gardenide: 1304|There grows in bl ======================================== SAMPLE 7610 ======================================== 35188|The man who is so small is bound to be wise, 35188|For he will find a lesson that comes to young men from the 35188|"Do not fear the Lord" 35188|When the sun's at morning, 35188|The bird is singing to its mate, 35188|The breeze is soft and mild 35188|In the drowsy woods of afternoon. 35188|And soon the sun's going down. 35188|When the sun's at noon 35188|Comes the song of the birds, 35188|And the woods are stilled 35188|And the woods are full of rest. 35188|Do you fear the Master? 35188|When the Master has gone, 35188|How shall we fear the wind? 35188|We are grown so weary of living. 35188|The wild flowers are like blankets, 35188|The trees are like garments. 35188|The world is like a forest 35188|That weaves its web of darkness 35188|And glows like morning! 35188|The birds make music in the sunshine, 35188|They murmur at the dawn. 35188|For I will lie on the grass and sing them a song. 35188|I have found an empty room, 35188|I have found the room of God, 35188|And a room without light and a room without 35188|room. 35188|The room within my heart is light 35188|And I will rest and sing 35188|To the wing of the bird of my soul, 35188|Who is flying to and fro. 35188|It is a strange, strange room, 35188|I would that I could go out 35188|A-tipping to the window 35188|And rest in my empty room. 35188|I would like to go into my room 35188|Where my room is light and free, 35188|And where the night is cold, 35188|And the wind is silent 35188|And the wood is full of green leaves, 35188|And I can lay me down like a child 35188|And sleep on the floor of my soul. 35188|O let me rest in my room, 35188|And find a sleeping draught of the dew 35188|From the wings of the bird of my soul, 35188|Who is flying to and fro. 35188|"And the trees and the woods are full of rest." 35188|The little black bird sings: 35188|"And the woods and the streams have hearts to rest." 35188|The morning has changed to evening, 35188|The wildwood is bare and old; 35188|The wild wood is full of birds 35188|And they sing to the white star, 35188|The white star of morning. 35188|The star of morning is the white light. 35188|When morning came in the morning 35188|The wild wood was full of birds 35188|And they sang to the white star, 35188|The white star of morning. 35188|When morning came in the morning, 35188|The night went down to the lake; 35188|The water, the river and sky 35188|And they sung to the white star, 35188|The white Star of morning. 35188|The star of morning is the lightning. 35188|When morning came in the morning 35188|The bird of the morning sang: 35188|"And night and day and night shall sing." 35188|The moon came out of the sky, 35188|The birds sang and watched her star. 35188|The star of morning is the dawn. 35188|When morning came in the morning 35188|The bird of the morning cried: 35188|"And day and night and day shall cry." 35188|The sun came out of the sea 35188|And the birds sang and followed her. 35188|The star of morning is the night. 35188|When morning came in the morning 35188|The bird of the morning cried: 35188|"And night and day and night shall sing." 35188|When morning came in the morning 35188|The bird of the morning cried: 35188|"And night and day and night and night 35188|Shall song by the white star, 35188|The white Star of morning." 35188|"But where is the rest of the woods?" 35188|"_The woods that ======================================== SAMPLE 7620 ======================================== 836|Then the young, the silent boy; 836|Hiding one moment in the darkness, 836|But the next night revealing, 836|His eyes at last, as black as iron, 836|He had cast on the world. 836|And they called him a foolish boy, 836|And told him to stop it. 836|But he still, as midnight fell-- 836|As the shadows veiled the street, 836|Sideways and stiffly crept, 836|Past the house, past the school. 836|And she came in after half a day 836|And he was gone, and she sobbed aloud, 836|"Dear, that was a foolish boy!" 836|I went to the country. There I lived by myself, 836|And heard the wind say, o'er the parson's tower 836|That we lived under the shadow of the bush. 836|The wind that was like a cry from a lost soul-- 836|Oh, it was a cry that I would have died to hear, 836|But, like angels, the silence was about me. 836|I thought of the parson, and I thought of the stone 836|On the grave in the distance where the dead were thrown, 836|And the parson's hill that now stood alone, 836|And the stone that a traveller had struck. 836|I thought of the house beneath the mossy wall, 836|The door on the world, the stone between my feet, 836|And the blackbird's voice in the moss that grew 836|Under my head. 836|And I said to myself: "For a life I will live again, 836|These are the stones, these are the doors, 836|These are the hinges of time and death, 836|These are the great walls of time and fate, 836|And, like a broken dream in a dream, 836|I thought of a stone that had fallen and broke 836|And had grown silent again, 836|To fall and break in a quiet grave and disappear." 836|Then, with the wind blowing over my head, 836|I sat in the twilight and thought of a stone, 836|While it, and the stone in it, and its hill 836|In the distance grew like a memory, 836|And I thought of the stone with its stone-like hill, 836|And its door in the dusk, and the stone-like hill 836|That was shut, and the door that was made. 836|And I said: "The stone's name--'tis the stone, 836|The broken dream of my life, 836|The gate that opens in the twilight--that is dead." 836|Then the wind went over the stone, 836|And the window by the shore dropped wide. 836|"Go to sleep," it said, "the dreams grow nigh, 836|And the sun will set in the sky to-night, 836|And we shall see the stars by night." 836|And I went to sleep, and the dreams grew nigh, 836|And Time spoke the word and the skies went out 836|And I was alone beside the sea, 8366|And I, who am forgotten, alone. 8366|What is the cost of man? In life there is no doubt. 8366|A cost at least which all men, and I, may bear. 8366|Is it worth having lived in the dim hour of dawn, 8366|When the blue heavens were full of suns yet blue, 8366|When the sea was not, nor aught that was not light? 8366|Is it worth having lived in the golden day 8366|When the earth with the sun was all in a flame? 8366|As I sit here alone I cannot help but think 8366|As I look towards the hills, beyond the village flat, 8366|Each one with its long grassy ridge and tall firs, 8366|Each one with its spires and height and wide, blue land, 8366|And my heart cries, "It is there that will always be." 8366|Then, in the darkness, at dawn, the birds will sing 8366|For the people and the wind and the dawn will be, 8366|And their notes will make a melody to me, ======================================== SAMPLE 7630 ======================================== 29345|It is all good sport, if you would. 29345|It must be, after all, that we 29345|Have reached the limits of reality, 29345|Our life being one extended stretch 29345|Of endless good pleasure and of pain. 29345|I am not quite sure what we ought to say, 29345|What we ought to be the things we are; 29345|What we ought to be is the thing we are. 29345|To look a moment in the face, 29345|And say, look, this is the way to go. 29345|There's nothing quite so ordinary or square, 29345|As the things we take to be the way to go. 29345|The sky is a compass that we see and heed, 29345|And the great world where we live and have our being 29345|Is a great world that we ought to travel by. 29345|We ought to look with common eyes at it, 29345|And not try to make it understand our pain; 29345|We ought to learn by common, friendly ways 29345|To talk of things by common names and things. 29345|I wonder when a man has learned all these 29345|And said, I'm sure there are some that know less, 29345|Why he should care if we lived a certain life, 29345|And walked the life our mothers told us? 29345|For a man has often learned by that experience 29345|There's something is not only very quite 29345|Quite enough, but it's also good to know. 29345|That the human nature is not always most 29345|About the things we do; that we sometimes do 29345|But little, do the things we ought to do. 29345|It's a life we'd have to walk in circles round, 29345|Though now and then the earth may yawn and yawn again-- 29345|But that's the way to find that we were right. 29345|We ought to be good boys in our day 29345|Till we are tired of being good; 29345|And that's what we ought to do, in plain, simple phrase, 29345|With our own ways, to be good men. 29345|The only real question is: 29345|What is duty, if duty not 29345|Be duty and the task be play? 29345|How many an hour have you stood 29345|In a circle round a fire 29345|Of twisted logs, and, after tea, 29345|Have sat a quiet-eating boy 29345|To get you smiling--and gone by 29345|To your job or something else? 29345|It's the only thing that's always kind. 29345|I know that I am not a saint, 29345|For I have been a sinner, too; 29345|But it isn't that I've turned my face 29345|From the sin's extreme importation, 29345|Nor that I've turned the pages back 29345|In my mind's eye to make it plain 29345|That the world was never meant to be 29345|A thing to which one was not born; 29345|It's that I have found at last 29345|I'm not a sinner for all my years 29345|And that a sinner's always needed. 29345|I know it's nothing but folly 29345|And an unrealized glory 29345|To think of looking God in the face 29345|Since He has given us such clear signs 29345|That our souls have held our lives 29345|With a coherence as strong 29345|As water is to iron, steel, 29345|And in the work you do 29345|You just find one day 29345|Some one has found it for you 29345|And there's no denying 29345|You are only living by 29345|That other's faith. 29345|You can't escape it, you've got it all worked out. 29345|Even this year, and the month that's less, 29345|And only the first thing to get done-- 29345|You wonder what the year will be 29345|When you find out it's never to be done! 29345|It's a bit of a puzzle, 29345|But then you have to come 29345|And work yourself out, no matter how hard you try. 29345|There can't be much more to say 29345| ======================================== SAMPLE 7640 ======================================== 17448|That has been theret on to fiddle-fa', 17448|And soit was I gaed a-dancing 17448|A bonnie kintry a bonnie day. 17448|There I met a lassie o' mony lammers, 17448|And I kent her for the fairest i' the Park; 17448|And I was sae fine and sweet that day, 17448|That ilka morning o' life in the spring! 17448|But ilka day that came my way, 17448|And it did glint and it did shine, 17448|I was sae wearied wi' my daughtin' 17448|That ilk ae glum stan'- 17448|I couldna ken that theret deels were trodin' 17448|And dazed with sportin' and a-glee. 17448|There I met a lassie, my heart was a-glistin', 17448|As a rose in the early bud; 17448|A wee shadow on her bonnet o't, 17448|She told me her waefu' tale. 17448|I hadna blushed sae red for greetin' and kissin' 17448|Or the thrill o' the dance o' Day; 17448|But she hadna blushed sae rosy white for meetin' 17448|Yestreen she sung her lullaby. 17448|In the wee bit rosebud bloomin' o't it was sweet, 17448|I met a lassie--"Mam, araw braw men 17448|Might mak me mair sweet than honey!" 17448|She gaed right thro' the wee bit bud bloomin' 17448|To give me a-crapin' at her ear, 17448|And I met a lassie, my heart was a-glistin' 17448|As a rose in the early bud. 17448|Auld father used to say, an' that's a hard case, 17448|"O! the first's now out o' date; 17448|The second's just gane, an' gaun to the bin, 17448|The third's o' gin an' beer." 17448|I want that lassie, her hair in a curl, 17448|Wi' belly o' siller, 17448|She 'll help me thro' the lammie thegither, 17448|An' help me thro' the lammie. 17448|Farewell, my ain lammie! 17448|The lammie thegither! 17448|The thochts o' love and care 17448|I had when a lad o' mean condition, 17448|An' when I mought hope to please her! 17448|When I wist she wad change, ay, wist she wad change 17448|The more she resembled me, 17448|To wad be all to her, and leave the rest 17448|To her an' me, O! then I was almost glad 17448|That I'd got her to wink, at last she did blink, 17448|At last she did blink. 17448|And now the lammie's warted an' is siller, 17448|An' the hairtie's grey an' hoar; 17448|An' what I'd got to gie to her was all to me, 17448|Nae mair I'll seek the lammie. 17448|A la for me, 17448|A lass o' mine, 17448|A lass o' mine, 17448|The lass o' mine, 17448|The lass o' mine 17448|The lass o' mine 17448|The lussie o' mine, 17448|She 's gawn to be 17448|The ainliest, kindest, 17448|The ainliest lassie, 17448|My ain lassie, 17448|To have them a, 17448|They a' to me; 17448|Then come wi' me, 17448|O! come wi' me, 17448|O! come wi' me, 17448|O! come wi' me 17448|For love of me, 17448|For love o' me; 17448|Gang ye by ======================================== SAMPLE 7650 ======================================== 7394|To the little feet of our child, 7394|The little hands are mine, 7394|Wound them gently, while they may 7394|For God's people, wherever they be! 7394|Our hearts are bounden, while we rest, 7394|From the day's event; 7394|Our thoughts are over-wearied, as we hear 7394|The trumpet sound, 7394|When from His camp the Redeemer's word 7394|The weary shall arise, 7394|And, from the dust of death, see Him redeem 7394|The trespass of the grave. 7394|God's arm of strength is raised, the battle's done; 7394|It is over now, the day is won, 7394|And the Redeemer's chosen band, 7394|To their everlasting home 7394|Shall come no more, 7394|Our sons' offspring, men or maid, 7394|To the grave's black gates; 7394|Where they went through long battle-toil, 7394|Toiling and dying earnestly; 7394|Till their God, the God whose love is here, 7394|Rescued them--not by conquering arms, 7394|But with the gracious breath of healing prayer, 7394|That called His children back to life. 7394|What though we, whose hearts the truth can scan, 7394|No battle-flag unfurled, 7394|No trumpet sound, 7394|No victory-song, 7394|No herald come unbidden to the grave, 7394|To lead them swiftly from the strife, 7394|The strife of manhood's broken day? 7394|To the Redeemer's home is given 7394|That part of His dear Father's care 7394|Which, e'en in death, can still withstand 7394|The love and watchful love of God, 7394|The patient love of Him above. 7394|Not as we go Thee, Lord, go we; 7394|Though Thy presence near us beam 7394|In the lowlier round our path to show, 7394|We need Thy help, like those who toil 7394|In Thy watch-house in the night 7394|Who, seeing dimly in the gloom 7394|What was theirs to see, we faint to find, 7394|Treasure-seekers, on a thoughtless earth 7394|Lost while we give Thee thanks. 7394|What though the night be dark with storm, 7394|Though weary life be strait, 7394|Though weary of worldly praise, 7394|Our faith to Thee is given, 7394|That, even in storm and strife and strife, 7394|We stand beside Thy friend in need, 7394|Thou art in all. 7394|When Thou art absent, Thou art gone, 7394|In Thy strength full strength is shown; 7394|Thy presence, like Thy living breath, 7394|Is life's eternal spring. 7394|O God in earth, and God in heaven, 7394|The earth Thy care doth bless, 7394|The skies with radiant fruits are bright, 7394|Sweetest fruit of love divine. 7394|Come in Thy child's calm dreams, 7394|And guard them all in health 7394|The babe, a little child, his sweetheart holds 7394|As fondly as the mother's breast,-- 7394|The babe, a little child, her sweetheart holds, 7394|The little soul of him who was 7394|As God was then, and was not, and shall be 7394|Through glory and suffering as through loss and tear. 7394|Let then the heart rejoice! 7394|Let love come back again and call with wings, 7394|As then it came in Eden's day. 7394|The stars are shining in the blue, 7394|The little boy is riding in the blue, 7394|As bright as any star is bright, 7394|The little boy rides in the blue; 7394|The stars are shining in the blue, 7394|The little boy walks in the blue, 7394|As bright as any monarch is bright, 7394|The little boy walks in the blue; 7394|The stars are shining in the blue, 7394|The little child smiles in the blue, 7394|The little boy ======================================== SAMPLE 7660 ======================================== 1287|"But still with grief was I bereft, 1287|And with a loud lament I said: 1287|'Ah, father, tell me of the boy, 1287|Who has now been killed before mine eyes.' 1287|"My mother heard my sighs, and wept: 1287|'The boy is dead and gone to-day. 1287|And we must go without the maid, 1287|And must our children have no one. 1287|That mother, who of him was sad, 1287|Must now have saddest sorrow know!' 1287|"Alone she sat in her bower, 1287|And heard the words she spoke; 1287|To her the joys of life she brought. 1287|She turned, a moment sighed, 1287|Then left the bower, and the room 1287|For the boy. She took her veil. 1287|All in doubt we sat and pondered. 1287|She was a mother with a soul. 1287|She raised her veil anew.-- 1287|Now we have neither maid nor boy, 1287|And must go without the child!" 1287|He left us, heart-searching, with our hearts of youth. 1287|In vain we strive to cast 1287|Ourselves adrift at last, 1287|For all is lost--my son nor my child! 1287|Thus they came in the dark. 1287|And the very next night, 1287|When the moon arose, 1287|The very next day there was a battle here. 1287|For three long days they fought: 1287|With the sword and with the lance, 1287|And with spears and with guns. 1287|With us there came the same 1287|Dark and bitter weather. 1287|The moon there showed no sign, 1287|The night was dark and drear, 1287|The dawn came with the light--and a little boy! 1287|They were both dead and gone, 1287|When--what a stroke! 1287|One to earth, and the other 1287|Down into the cell. 1287|So the child I named him 1287|Comes to me on this stone! 1287|And I clasp him to my breast. 1287|And the dear sight that now greets me 1287|Is my little living son, 1287|Who to-day has been born! 1287|"My only son! Ah, I am bereft, 1287|And the heart is sore, 1287|So now let me lie apart, 1287|Where the sorrowful clay. 1287|No one to watch and care for me, 1287|So now I shall lie alone, 1287|Ne'er to stir, never to sing." 1287|The mother sighs, and the child is dead; 1287|To-night alone he lies. 1287|With outstretched arms, 1287|Wondering now, she sits, 1287|The very child she lov'd! 1287|It is a cruel sight to see, 1287|At that sad hour, 1287|The dear little boy and girl, 1287|And the other one, dead, alone. 1287|"Oh my child!--if still with care 1287|And love he could rest, 1287|As the night grew dark alone, 1287|He would be my all o'er!" 1287|And she has clasp'd him to her breast, 1287|Happiness is not her own; 1287|No light within there save one 1287|White star that falls in light. 1287|Yet, since all heaven must be darkened 1287|In this life of pain, 1287|Let the mother be contented 1287|Till the son is fled. 1287|"Dear, see, my darling there, who lives 1287|Where the shadow of night 1287|Is hidden, see to whom thou art, 1287|O what care it brings!" 1287|And she has clasp'd him to her breast, 1287|And they are all alone, 1287|Where the sorrowful clay lies in death's dark grave! 1287|In heaven are the blossoms shining, 1287|In the vale too fair to be; 1287|Where one true man loves another, 1287|How fair, how ======================================== SAMPLE 7670 ======================================== 27441|To our king for counsel gave she many a fine, 27441|But the King would not hear a straw. 27441|On his throne the night was so black and still, 27441|They could hear but the bishop's horn, 27441|Nor heeded the glimmer of candle-light 27441|In the hush of the cloister-yard; 27441|For the King's knights were waiting in the hall, 27441|His squires in scarlet did dress, 27441|His liegemen in glittering steel did stand, 27441|The King's jousters in purple did wear, 27441|And the King's daughter in lavender wore. 27441|Her ladies gay she was, no fairer now 27441|Than when first by love's spell she grew; 27441|For their eyes were dazzled as they met her eye, 27441|The vision went like a dream away. 27441|And the King's daughter her haughty look resumed, 27441|And cold displeasure she cast on him; 27441|And she said, 'I charge thee, beware thou speak, 27441|For I know whose hand shall lead thy train.' 27441|'A king's daughter, my liege, thou shalt be stayed,' 27441|The King's jouster was angry to hear, 27441|For with woman's skill she had his words well done, 27441|To lead him captive away. 27441|So they made choice upon whom to betake 27441|The knightly squire-errant to lead, 27441|And his lady-maid, and good queen's array, 27441|That might with honor him obey; 27441|And by choice her hand she took, from out the bed, 27441|With the sword she made it ready lie, 27441|And a little before the sun was high, 27441|He led him forth to his dark dungeon. 27441|In that dark chamber in the dungeon dark 27441|The knight had passed eighteen years, 27441|Since he with his lady's maiden morn 27441|Had mounted to his high castle wall, 27441|And ridden through many a frosty frost; 27441|Then to a lake that lay in the wide wide sea, 27441|And, 'wearied of his rides,' upon the grass he lay, 27441|To watch the Mermaid, all in bloom. 27441|As the sun drops into the stilly scene, 27441|His bosom beat with heart-endeavouring fires; 27441|So life and love made haste to their full round, 27441|And so their life began again; 27441|Yet for long time they could no more behold 27441|The living man beside the living sea. 27441|For the good King, with sorrow and care distressed, 27441|Slept on his bed at night-time down upon 27441|The sea-beat hill-top in his palace hall, 27441|Amid the still, serene repose of May; 27441|And with him there came no other man 27441|Than what he wore and wore: 27441|The men of war, that fought on his own land, 27441|His noble son, were all with him there, 27441|And his dear daughter, her child, and wife, 27441|All with him in that sea-girt isle. 27441|Yet they had many a strange strange man there: 27441|Furrow the grey beard was in many a face, 27441|The cheek was pale, and many a woman sad 27441|Hung o'er the hero with the sea-flower crowned. 27441|The land at last was left unto him, 27441|And he went forth a victor at the sight, 27441|As a king of men may be deemed now no more, 27441|But only a man in might. 27441|For oft in dreams men say that o'er the sea, 27441|As never in sleep it stood, he saw 27441|The wondrous towers of the wondrous town; 27441|He saw the women, they were heroes all, 27441|Sons of God, a-dying in their father's hall, 27441|The little baby in the woman's arms; 27441|With shouts of joy they saw all these depart, 27441|For then they were to be the marvels' prize; 27441|The town and towers ======================================== SAMPLE 7680 ======================================== 7391|I know the way she goes, 7391|In her golden-brown car, 7391|That steers through the skies 7391|To where it is dight 7391|With lights of the stars and the moon, 7391|And the light-fingered girls 7391|Come dancing in a ring 7391|From fairy-land to meet her, 7391|With hand in hand 7391|And eyes of blue. 7391|O lovely maiden, so fair, 7391|Her cheeks that blush to red 7391|When summer smiles, 7391|And eyes that shine, 7391|My song would be done 7391|If the way to her were known, 7391|Yet here it is writ 7391|O'er the sunny sod, 7391|And the stars twinkle brighter where it stands 7391|Than in the heaven of her eyes, 7391|And she comes through the gates by field and fold 7391|From fairyland to meet me. 7391|I see her smiling all the while, 7391|As she passes by; 7391|A smile of the lightest sky, 7391|And the smile of the dearest flowers 7391|Were never made of the same clay 7391|As that she waves o'er my dream, 7391|But--a new charm 7391|From the world of life, 7391|And life's flowery road. 7391|To a land beyond the hills 7391|I would drive, and soon again 7391|I'd come at the gates again; 7391|I think of the long-past months, 7391|And the ways that they went: 7391|How her green eyes seemed to say, 7391|And her brown lip smiled down 7391|On mine; as of old 7391|In the days of yore. 7391|The flowers, with a sweet surprise, 7391|Glimmer like the shadows of gold 7391|In the deep-blue heaven, 7391|Where the moon and the world are bright, 7391|But the world's face is sad 7391|With life's farewell. 7391|Her arms with a dreamy clasp,-- 7391|I love and miss them still,-- 7391|Are they folded to-night 7391|Where the winds are high? 7391|But the breeze, that has flown far 7391|From the land of the free, 7391|Folds in light the sunlit hair 7391|Of her lips--yea, hair! 7391|With a dreamy gleam for mine,-- 7391|But the sun that is set 7391|In the depths of the night, 7391|Is the one word I should say, 7391|When the days are done, 7391|And the years begin. 7391|O'er the road of the wild-duck race 7391|I would take the flying dove, 7391|Or the sea-bird, in a glint 7391|Of its golden eye. 7391|And the light and laughter so strong 7391|And the sweet delight to see, 7391|And its wings, like an aerial lark, 7391|And its eyes, like a glance 7391|Of love, would light the wings of the bird 7391|By the hand of my bride. 7391|And for the heart, too, that doth beat 7391|So warm and strong and high, 7391|The glance it would send from her eye, 7391|I would feel its pulse, 7391|And the glance would give me a sword 7391|When my lady was dead. 7391|But our happy day is all fled, 7391|As we linger yet to hear 7391|The bird's song in its joy's farewell, 7391|And the voice of the sea 7391|Crying from the wild-duck's shore. 7391|At noon o'er the wild-deer stalks the bovine ghost, 7391|And he stands on the old stone sill, and he is gray 7391|And wrinkled, and his face is gray, and his eyes, 7391|The very whiteness in the shadow of his hair 7391|Was a mark, it seemed, to show who fell or bled. 7391|But the bovine ghost gazed at him with a wise smile-- 7 ======================================== SAMPLE 7690 ======================================== 841|As it has been with me and you. 841|One's body and one's spirit 841|Are always one, 841|And a whole life is one great adventure. 841|The earth holds me with her to-day, 841|The birds are singing in the tree, 841|And I am very tired to death, 841|I am glad my work is done. 841|I had a vision before I went. 841|But the vision is there in my brain 841|As it was before. 841|But the vision is different now, 841|For it's been very wrong; 841|For you and me, O friend, it is true, 841|You've found your friend again. 841|And as I've never told you, 841|This is not all that I dream'd about, 841|But it's been very well, 841|And if any soul, 841|You will understand. 841|The world and the human soul 841|Are all the same with you and me, 841|And all that we have seen is gone. 841|We've travelled the world and we've travelled back, 841|We've met the friends that we have ever sought. 841|As long as we're one and the same, 841|As long as we've ever found each other 841|As friends, friends still, 841|As friends, 841|As friends. 841|A man with his little wife upon his knees, 841|When his life is ended in a flood of tears: 841|O I had seen him once before when a little child, 841|At a table with friends. He looked so sweet and wise, 841|His mouth twitched with laughter like a smile. I used to cry 841|As I laid my gaze upon his features, for, in truth, 841|I still liked him then. If he'd only kept his eyes 841|From the gloom where my tears began--and I know well 841|How many times I'll cry, he would not have been wise 841|That day. But he did not, and it seems I was wrong. 841|One by one we sat and cried each other's name, 841|With some heart touching me from whom I could not separate, 841|For a thought of him so great and so dear came to me. 841|We have all remembered, I don't believe it is long, 841|The sight of him when we were children. For the truth is, 841|Among all these friends he was the one I longed for, 841|And we cried for him as children do to the sound of the pipe 841|That we used to hear here in the old man's farm. 841|Then we turned to each other with the look of surprise 841|In the soft, smooth furrowed mouth, and the cheek that glowed, 841|And then we whispered for he always seemed to know. 841|O friend, what was it that in the dusk of the day 841|We wanted him when he rose? For one thing I know 841|What a baby's heart is,--a thing that is seldom roused 841|As is the heart of a man when he is afraid. 841|It is not always the case. The worst that an infant feels 841|Is the fear of death, and is what we call "fearless" too, 841|But the fears that are most to men the rage of desire 841|Are the dread of life when it comes and they can never be dead. 841|I'm not sure I know what it is in the night of the night 841|That makes a man cry for your name. And I know we were foes, 841|And I know that you'll say that he never were true. 841|But if there has been such a thing--if there be--I should know. 841|When the sky is sad and the earth is sad and thin, 841|And the people in the street look grim and strange, 841|O friend, I'm going to call and have you come to me. 841|O friend, we're going to call that a dream of a boy 841|Who has been long dead and far from us, gone and gone. 841|And I am going ======================================== SAMPLE 7700 ======================================== 7394|And we know that life, like the sea, will pass, 7394|Nor, as at first, can we be sure of rest; 7394|That when Death's shadow has veiled the world in black, 7394|To its last work, then, we'll yet, like the sea, be free. 7394|O God of life, how shall he then survive, 7394|Who, the quick wound of a spear, a broken limb, 7394|A limb, that one day will be thrown away, 7394|A broken limb to another, or worse! 7394|The heart, God's children! will in vain be striven, 7394|To tell of the things we have held from the door. 7394|What could they tell more precious, pure and dear, 7394|Or less seemly than their loving, sincere life? 7394|The world has ceased to care to give it strife, 7394|Or claim its better character. Let us trust, 7394|And our old Mother, Who in sorrow weeps, 7394|Shall never deny us the poor ground of her prayer. 7394|O Mother, trust us a better, more of Thee, 7394|More in the here and now; so shall we not perish. 7394|Thy faith can nurse a nobler Faith: 7394|Thy grace can make the woe endure 7394|And teach us to bear our souls' need. 7394|I love thy face. I have a home for thee, my sweet; 7394|There the green tree-tops, as they streak the azure sky, 7394|All tell the tale of what thou art, the shining one, 7394|Who, in thy ways of light, gave me, in their sweetest tone, 7394|The first, the very first feeling of a babe 7394|Which is the soul's mother, and with it, every touch 7394|Of the soft things which earthly mothers touch; 7394|Though, like many more like thee, the world may give thee scorn, 7394|Still, to the breast, the heart and eye are thou, 7394|E'en as a mother's sweet, and in the sweetest ways, 7394|Sheltering and guiding the child, which would seek 7394|For a friend there, to shield it from each peril, 7394|So will she shelter and cheer it from distress, 7394|And to its own bright perfection, even there, 7394|Shine; and ever shine, and ever shine, again, 7394|Thou that in thoughts like thine, so clear and so pure, 7394|Through a century's length of war, and all of crime, 7394|Art, of life, made bright and beautiful, 7394|Who didst not smile at what was dark to thee, 7394|Nor think of any wrong which thou, 7394|To the life of men, didst right the day 7394|And right the world, by the love and the light 7394|Which thy light showed, in thy soul's eye welled forth, 7394|Which from thy thoughts, the soul's eye's answer drew; 7394|Who saw the end which was the meaning of life, 7394|And gave the warning, the blessing, the prayer, 7394|That still men wait, and with a joy that burns 7394|For the last hour, while their hearts are at rest, 7394|To see, at last, their last hope expire, 7394|And find what they to Heaven have most required; 7394|Who gave no thought to the doom whom we must find, 7394|To the men's, the women's, the little poor's name, 7394|To the future's faith, when that of God is made known, 7394|And in life's little gospel of duty told 7394|While every heart and every thought will be tried 7394|By the great test of what is right and wrong! 7394|O God of Love! by whom we live and breathe, 7394|By the shadow and the shine of glory see, 7394|Who hast made light of darkness, and in dark 7394|Laid on the soul the mantle of perfect night, 7394|Who hast made all life beautiful, to the sight 7394|Of man's heart, and dowered all things fair and bright 7394|With glory that is not thine,--O God of Love, 7394| ======================================== SAMPLE 7710 ======================================== 17393|All kinds of man and lady in a ring 17393|Rode a-skyping for me in that same car; 17393|Till our driver (a good man, that he was!) 17393|Came back and laughed and answered "All of a day: 17393|You'll be married in a minute, you know." 17393|Oh, what fun they were! and how I wished I were 17393|As they took me for their driver that very day! 17393|"But you know," said my old driver, "nine years ago, 17393|The time when we had a beautiful girl in France, 17393|And I could ride her, and kiss her, and do all that, 17393|And you--well, I--didn't care, and I didn't know why; 17393|And I got to ride on a white horse while they did." 17393|I told him how the girls in Paris then went up 17393|In a carriage with six or eight and a man; 17393|Said there was a girl named Venus in the band, 17393|That the old driver remembered from school at school; 17393|How he used to laugh till he was nearly sick, 17393|And made fun of the old driver all the day. 17393|"Ah, there's a proverb goggling somewhere in my brain, 17393|And it says that you _must_ be in it with your life. 17393|But it's no good saying--you can leave it. You see 17393|(Of course, you never can; you get stuck like a puke), 17393|Of all men on earth--but I'm speaking of--I mean 17393|The old driver's wife,--to be honest with you I _am_, 17393|Who was in love for you--and so I have been since then. 17393|"But a proverb goggling somewhere in my brain 17393|Is not so very great in the way that I mean; 17393|Besides, it makes no difference in the end. There are 17393|Women on earth like you--and I know of one, 17393|(Who do not look like I) who could die of the sight 17393|Of all the men on earth--and not for love's sake, 17393|But because he wanted you--like a great, great fool, 17393|Who only wanted you for yourself--that's the way it is. 17393|"For you and me, of a truth, there's another truth 17393|Which is infinitely more important than that, 17393|Which you and I both have had since we began to know it: 17393|There's another truth--and that's that love is the worst, 17393|And all the rest are but chimeras, illusive shapes. 17393|"And these two things then----why, when I see them here!" 17393|And I said, "How happy you two can make us be!" 17393|And she, "And if one should die, how unhappy would you!" 17393|And I, "That would be awful! But you must be wise." 17393|And she said: "The thing is, there is no God but He: 17393|And who would be without a faithful friend and kin?" 17393|And I said: "I don't want one of these things on earth!" 17393|Then she said: "But if I were God, and Heaven were He, 17393|Here to obey, and give His blessing ere I go, 17393|Then I should love you more than any living man!" 17393|And I said: "You don't want one of these things on earth!" 17393|And she said: "But if I were God, to give you this, 17393|I shouldn't care whether you had or had not a friend, 17393|Because I had you, and I love you, and--it seemed right." 17393|And I, "You don't! I--don't want neither friend nor God!" 17393|And she said: "And I would never care about either. 17393|I've done my duty, and I'm going to go now! 17393|Away! Go to Heaven, in your own dear good time!" 17393|And it came to pass, and that awful truth came to me, 17393|That all that had been true in the world that day 17393|About the woman with the ======================================== SAMPLE 7720 ======================================== 25281|All, and every kind thereof. 25281|"This is the place that I have chosen-- 25281|"Here, here, in the world's wide wonder, 25281|"I will learn in thy name to lie, 25281|"And in the name of the Lord God, 25281|"To do thee honor by and by. 25281|"For, when I was a little lad, 25281|"In Salem Town the preacher preached 25281|"To me upon the Lord's day." 25281|"Oh! well, if thou hast learned in the name of the Lord to do well on, 25281|Then, dearest Angel, do this in return--to pray for me well, 25281|And if thou thinkest that thou hast not done all who ask thee, 25281|Then, I will come to thee in the name of the Lord alone, 25281|And make thy soul a nest to hide all ill everfallen on it!" 25281|'Tis the fourth day as I walked the lawn, 25281|My mother passed with a smile; 25281|I heard the bells upon the tower 25281|Say ever-mo on the tree, 25281|'Tis my mother! what a bird is she, 25281|Sing to us, and we will pray. 25281|It was the early morning 25281|When my mother had her way, 25281|She held up the Bible 25281|And said, "See, that is written 25281|In letters of fine gold!" 25281|It says, "While living 25281|And growing up, 25281|A young person may be 25281|Just like his mother." 25281|My child, it has no errors, 25281|It says that, 25281|When night comes, 25281|He sleeps to-night for us to see, 25281|It says that 25281|In the morning, 25281|We shall pray to Him for rest. 25281|Sing to us, good Mother, 25281|Sing to us, good Angel, 25281|And say to us from now till death 25281|We have a mother like my own. 25281|And if, my daughter, 25281|Your heart is troubled 25281|About this little child of yours-- 25281|Dear Mother, sing 25281|Of Mother Love to you. 26036|Lines addressed to Gertrude Larkin; published June, 1836. 26036|I am a poor painted flower, 26036|I have no rich or rarest name; 26036|I have not a fortune's chance, 26036|I have no great estate or pride; 26036|Yet I'm loved by many a dog, 26036|Husband and son and daughter good, 26036|And every day I'm praised by none, 26036|I'm loved by all! 26036|For me, 'tis a pleasant thought, 26036|The humble beggar's name to raise; 26036|'Tis well for my poor daily needs 26036|That I am loved by many too. 26036|And oh, the poor bird that's flown 26036|From its own cage free to sing, 26036|I love in liberty and ease; 26036|But love is only love to me! 26036|And when the bright morning dawns, 26036|I will sing till the day shall end, 26036|For then my life shall be immortal, 26036|Famed as Sir Patrick Bateman's ballad-- 26036|The ballad that he wrote and I composed. 26036|'Twas in a foreign language, 26036|'Twas written in an unknown script, 26036|And I wrote that I hated 26036|All the world for to praise; 26036|A poem, I wrote, that did strike 26036|The heart with my poor country's plight! 26036|I hope they will read it and say; 26036|For, if not for these I was glad, 26036|I've nothing here to give my Lord; 26036|And if 't should all turn out for the best, 26036|I need not fear that my land is poor. 26036|Then, I was glad of my release; 26036|But my land is made quite bare; 26036|The poor are made a mockery, 26036|By all the pomp and power 260 ======================================== SAMPLE 7730 ======================================== 1279|The man who would be jocund 1279|Must be mirth's child--and so mirthful. 1279|But the man who would be dignified 1279|Must be solemn as hell, I'm thinking; 1279|And I mean a man whose soul's in tune 1279|With his great King--and dreading his wrath. 1279|A man who never would sell a slave; 1279|A man who never would sell a soul; 1279|And the last must be a man of sense, 1279|And art's his proper trade, and business. 1279|Let him work, let him do, let him rot; 1279|His only business is to work; 1279|Let him work, let him do, let him grovel: 1279|'Tis business, plain and strong, for a man. 1279|I will no aspire to greatness, 1279|Or wish my name a mark of shame; 1279|Give each his station, as best known-- 1279|'Tis folly to press too hotly. 1279|A lumpish, mirth-sick, mirth-sapping fool 1279|I'll fling in some deep-laid ambush, 1279|If I e'er caused the happiness of another, 1279|Or aided him in his attempt; 1279|No, no, my bosom shall not swell 1279|With any ambition or spite; 1279|I'll sleep on my humble cozening, 1279|And never stir till death my rest! 1279|Thou dost not know the grief and anguish 1279|That wring my bosom since thy letter 1279|Was writ upon its cover, 1279|To tell how deeply I deplore 1279|That parting I should suffer. 1279|How long I've lain thus, with cruel thinking, 1279|Pensive and silently! 1279|What hast thou done to me, thou cruel one, 1279|Who most deserves thy hate! 1279|My love for thee, no tongue can tell-- 1279|I scarcely dare to muse; 1279|For still thou art unlink'd from me, 1279|And still by slow decay 1279|Humbly I weigh the tribute due, 1279|Since thou wast last enfolded in my life. 1279|Ah, would that thus my folly had been 1279|A punishment unto thee! 1279|That thus my dying hours were given 1279|To be the withering cast 1279|Of thy cold, darksome, shivering care! 1279|When thou didst to my bosom creep, 1279|And there with gentle succour keep me, 1279|Altho' ungrateful was I 1279|To thee, th' Embassador! 1279|My last and favourite trait of Nature, 1279|Has been her fancies: 1279|I may not count them fleeting hours, 1279|Though the fair Moon, to thee, hath clung me, 1279|Nor see her rosy fingers, 1279|Nor even her bosom warm me; 1279|Though thy silver fingers 1279|In this enchanted heaven 1279|Shall melt me as I lie-- 1279|Though the Sun, like a moonbeam, 1279|Be wafted over me, 1279|And the tender buds of nature, 1279|Shall deck this night of sorrow 1279|With sweetest blossoms: 1279|Though this earth, for my portion, 1279|I may not even enter, 1279|In its finest and its sovereign, 1279|Tho' I strive, with a strife! 1279|And tho' all earthly pleasures 1279|I would ransack for a nightingale, 1279|To welcome in the summer, 1279|Or with a moon-dew bathe me; 1279|I would die in an hour, say, 1279|If I could see my loved one sleeping 1279|As you and I are sleeping! 1279|I would die in an hour, but ah! 1279|To think of thee now! 1279|A cloud was seen on Suthique Pass-- 1279|The bold English march'd away, 1279|And darkness spread till far and high, 1279|The English ensign'd the wave. 1279|All night ======================================== SAMPLE 7740 ======================================== 18500|But that he's a wee, wee man! 18500|'Twas not on a green gowan, 18500|'Twas not on a green gowan, 18500|That my dear shepherd took his wee 18500|And gave it me. 18500|O! where is he that herds 'em 18500|At early mawn wi' the shepherds? 18500|He toils among the cottars, 18500|He toils in the mountains, too; 18500|But now he is far awa, 18500|And I'm his ain. 18500|Wi' thee. O, whare is he gane 18500|That herds 'em at early mawn? 18500|They rowted on the Redan flood, 18500|We rue the day that brought them thither; 18500|And I maun row thee o'er again, 18500|Or drown me wi' auld lang syne. 18500|O! where is he that herds 'em 18500|At early mawn? 18500|O! where is he that herds 'em 18500|On Gordon banks? 18500|And a' for auld, canty Gordon, 18500|And a' for the Scottish throne? 18500|I trow Sir Henry Ford was right, 18500|But we'd had it in our power o' being 18500|Sir Henry's low-down policy 18500|Gars't be tauld, ye need na frown; 18500|For trowth as t' King's highway is, 18500|There's just ae thing as not mair. 18500|For there's mony things as fow, an' fowl, 18500|That maun tak muckle heed o' us, 18500|An' there's times we maun draw our een 18500|We're no to shun, by half-a-couple: 18500|Gat morn and eve, they're to gang free-- 18500|But, tak ye na these, they'll be in soon-- 18500|Tak time, an' mind, ye'll a' be snug, 18500|I've little else to say-- 18500|Gae, rouse a bit an' eat your buns, 18500|For there's nane o' them can compare 18500|A like gude-humour to our glee 18500|O! there's nought o' the world but--Gillane! 18500|But there's nought o' the world but--Gillane! 18500|Thou art the lass wi' the hair o' gold; 18500|The gude blue mingles wi' the blue; 18500|Wi'se a' the wealth o' riddles I sing, 18500|A' a' the fame o' their glory were. 18500|For thee the mitherless bairn 18500|A bonnie face may inherit; 18500|The lone lass is the sweetest flower, 18500|But the mitherless laddie is he 18500|Who taks nae care o' ilka spot 18500|In ilka sphere of happiness, 18500|For wi' the laddie he's aye content 18500|While the world o' Love is a' on't. 18500|Thou art the lass that the mother cheriseth, 18500|The gowden locks o' thy raven hair 18500|Are hallow'd, houris o'er thy head, 18500|While hames are at e'en in winter dark; 18500|But by the hand o' kind Heaven's gift, 18500|Thou's no without love's gem to thee, O; 18500|If ever fortune daur can boast 18500|That haif thine e'e frae want and care, 18500|It stands sae dear by Heaven's law, 18500|As ony match for auld life's joy. 18500|Ye bowers of sweet Binnorie, 18500|What charms the heart o' ae bonnie lad? 18500|And can the youth o' future joys expect 18500|While ilka moment on the lave 18500|Glides ilka glittering pang for aye? 18500|The lassie has charms to match her een, 18500|The fickle an ======================================== SAMPLE 7750 ======================================== 24869|The hero, swift and swift as winds, 24869|With flashing sword and glittering crest 24869|Raced on the foe. 24869|A thousand arrows from his bow, 24869|Three hundred bows he bore, and thus 24869|With beating heart and arms he sped 24869|Where, as the wind, the streamers blew, 24869|Through every forest and each grove 24869|His frantic car was found. 24869|He searched at length the mighty plains 24869|Where Ráma durst not; a swift bird, 24869|That by the winged warriors flew, 24869|To earth he brought him at his word 24869|Like Indra by the Gods he slew 24869|And Lakshmaṇ by the Gods of old. 24869|Canto CXVI. The Destruction Of Kaikeyí. 24869|That night for many a league they trode 24869|Through forest, brake, and hillock green, 24869|And slew with shaft and spear and dart, 24869|With the fierce fire of Indra’s might. 24869|There in the forest’s dark recesses 24869|Kaikeyí(490) in a wild assaulter died. 24869|Then in her heart she saw a vision 24869|Which from the body of her lover came. 24869|The lady saw with joy and joy 24869|Ráma to the place and back she flew, 24869|And the good chief upon the bank 24869|The blood-red lightnings on his head bestow. 24869|The demon, as a lion’s eyes 24869|Are quenched the eye of man who sees him, 24869|Then saw the face of Ráma sad 24869|As is the sun and breathless air: 24869|And thus the fiend with many a tear 24869|His pleading eyes, beseeching, eyed. 24869|“Come, Ráma, come, the hour shall be, 24869|Thou prince of men, when on thee I 24869|My strength shall lift, and I thy strength. 24869|Come forth, O Ráma, O thine own, 24869|Beseemless of all that men despair: 24869|The time shall come when thou shalt see 24869|Thy true-hearted mother, dear, 24869|While I my mother’s form destroy 24869|In flames beneath her burning pyre. 24869|Thou, Ráma, O my king, art come 24869|My loved, mine own dear mother. 24869|But what hast thou in thy mind 24869|While I remain in hell below? 24869|My dear mother in my breast 24869|Sits fated’s hour, a widow’s dame.” 24869|Such as the vision of a holy tree 24869|Shall be, the demon saw it there. 24869|The glorious morning light that glowed 24869|Bright with the morning moon’s first gleam 24869|He saw, and heard the sweet refrain 24869|Of Sítá’s dance from tree to tree. 24869|Then from his heart the demon knew 24869|That in that place where first he viewed 24869|The lady in her beauty stood 24869|A faithful friend and peerless dame. 24869|Him and his lord no more he feared, 24869|And made his host their guide aright: 24869|Canto CXVII. Sítá’s Lament. 24869|As Ráma’s words she pondered well 24869|With lips that smelt of joy and pain: 24869|“How can I see my lord once more 24869|Restored to this dear home and me? 24869|Now in my heart the sad day ends 24869|And all the happy journey’s end. 24869|How can he hear me cry aloud, 24869|My darling from this body torn?” 24869|As thus she moaned, with anguish stirred, 24869|Ráma in wondrous glory met 24869|Gandiva,(491) whom a while before 24869|His mother loved, and longed to be 24869|Like him again. 24869|The monarch’s son, whose hand of might 24869|Up ======================================== SAMPLE 7760 ======================================== 1365|Shall he, to the end of time, 1365|Speak, and unfold his glory, 1365|Tell the tale of their discord; 1365|And the angel shall speak thus:-- 1365|"I am here! I am here! 1365|Onward! thou hast passed the night 1365|Of the storm; and, in the day 1365|Of the hour of the storm thy face 1365|Shall not lose its glory. 1365|Come, then, and make thy bow; 1365|Let the stream in its granite course, 1365|And the river, the deep! 1365|The stream in the granite course, 1365|And the river, the deep! 1365|And the stream in the granite course, 1365|Let the bow be fashioned, 1365|The rainbow-shade for ever! 1365|And the water-wraith be fashioned, 1365|And the dragon-shade forever, 1365|To guard thy glory! 1365|I am, thou say'st, a spirit, 1365|Shall be here. I am not mute; 1365|I speak, and my voice rings loud, 1365|Clear in the thunder's chime; 1365|It rings for thee; the voice shall sing 1365|Of God and His angels always, 1365|Of the glory on the stormy night, 1365|And the joy on the stormy morn. 1365|The shadow of thee 1365|I would hold in my hand no longer! 1365|But I would go to the cloud-land 1365|Where the winds from every quarter roar; 1365|Where the waters of the heavens flow, 1365|And the stars shine in heaven's distance; 1365|Where the morning-star beams forth its light, 1365|Upon the blue and silver night; 1365|Where the stars in their courses run, 1365|And the night-wind in the darkness sings; 1365|Where, day by day, 1365|The night grows deeper, day grows older 1365|For the coming of thy footsteps, 1365|As it does for others. 1365|I would walk in the wayside shadows, 1365|And listen to the waters romp, 1365|In the merry pools and dark groves, 1365|Where grass and rushes shiver, 1365|In all the gladness and splendor 1365|Of the May season. 1365|Where the leaves flutter, wings alternate, 1365|And the blue skies shine; 1365|And the waters lilt, on the river, 1365|With the murmur of leaves, 1365|And the voices of birds and waters, 1365|As they whisper together. 1365|I would rest me one time on the waters, 1365|When the light of heaven is over yonder, 1365|And above all, when night is falling, 1365|On the bank a cross is drawn. 1365|I would have the cross to carry with thee, 1365|From the joy of this life to the glory of heaven 1365|Forever to be; 1365|And the glory of God to be my guide, 1365|My Saviour, my Redeemer; 1365|Till at last at heaven and earth shall fade, 1365|And the world shall be made. 1365|The Angel of Death entered. 1365|The dream was ended; the visions were over; 1365|And the eyes of the Saviour were opened; 1365|And the angel of death were closed. 1365|How many times I have been with him 1365|In his garden, and we talked and sang! 1365|How often we went in his footsteps, 1365|In his cloud of glory to the city 1365|Of promise! how often we walked! 1365|We stood with our arms about each other, 1365|We felt each other's hearts! 1365|We said, "O my beloved, my beloved! 1365|Look on us and obey!" 1365|We saw the city of David 1365|With the graves of her dead. 1365|Our hearts were heavy, and down we fell 1365|To the dark waters of blood. 1365|As to a sea of blood the sunsets 1365|Pale and cold and far away, 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 7770 ======================================== 38565|For the heart of man is not in his throat to be slain-- 38565|Not for the world's good that thou hast not a song with thee, 38565|Yet for the world's evil and its evil that thou art. 38565|The world is not as we think it is--it is not fair, 38565|But the world will have to bear the burden of a lot: 38565|It will have to bear the burden of a lot, and so 38565|It will have to bear the burden of a lot for ever. 38565|With a word the world would all be freed, 38565|But we are not as we wish to be. 38565|As the world is not what we thought it was, 38565|As the world is not what we longed for, 38565|As the world is not what we hoped for, 38565|So, though our hearts have been changed, 38565|We are not the same as before. 38565|The world has grown old and wise and wise, 38565|But we are still young and wise and young. 38565|We dream, and our dreams may change, 38565|But the change will scarcely be worth a pin. 38565|The world has found us out of place, 38565|But we are not the same as before. 38565|We would give all to be free, 38565|But the world will have to bear the burden 38565|Of a lot for ever, 38565|And we who are not yet free 38565|Will have to bear the burden of a lot. 38565|The world has grown old with the years, 38565|And its days are not as ours. 38565|For the world that is grown old with the years, 38565|And out of the years it will grow old with thee. 38565|The world was not made to be lonely like thee; 38565|There must come a time when it will be alone; 38565|But when we have gone from the spirit's light 38565|We shall find the work-fire burning us through, 38565|And our souls and our bodies, that have grown old 38565|Will be weary at heart for thy sorrow; 38565|But the world will have to bear the burden of thy lot, 38565|And they shall have done with their strife and their toil, 38565|And, at last, they will turn to thee the head 38565|That is sad in thy grief and their heartbreak; 38565|But the world has given the heart away, 38565|And the world will have to bear the burden of a lot. 38565|Now at last the world has given me the heart 38565|That would be wholly thy heart ever again; 38565|The world is as dear as a mother is to her child; 38565|It can hold a bitter and sorrowful heart. 38565|And there are those by the wayside who will feel 38565|The change in thy heart, yet do nothing but wait on thee, 38565|And watch the pale shadow of tearful eyes that seem 38565|Like the sad tears of a mother in her pain; 38565|These shall not come again; for thou hast made the world 38565|Wear and be changed when life shall go by. 38565|And if I shall grow old in the world and be old 38565|And weary of life, and my heart with the pain 38565|Shall grow into the body of a dead man, 38565|They will go away to the world, nor find me here; 38565|For we are not as the world is and as sad, 38565|Not half as bad, and not quite as bitter, 38565|As some of the world whose hearts are weary of me. 38565|No more, and no more. Not here nor there, 38565|Not here nor yonder, 38565|But to Heaven and the heaven of the Last Tides. 38565|They who came out of the East, a thousand 38565|And a thousand more 38565|And a thousand more; 38565|The young men of the city, and the old, 38565|And the great, brave men who died with their years, 38565|They met on the way, 38565|They were all the same. They went to the East, 38565|For they had forgotten their dreams. 38565|They did not know how to find their way. 38565|They were always on ======================================== SAMPLE 7780 ======================================== 1165|And then I'll let ye go: 1165|Yes, one thing is certain: 1165|Ye shall win and I shall grieve. 1165|And when I meet ye at the door, 1165|Farewell, farewell!" 1165|"Aye! aye!" the captain cried: 1165|"There is no worse!" 1165|And so they passed in the door, 1165|And up the stair they came. 1165|But when they entered the room, 1165|There lay a ghostly light 1165|On Mary's face that face had worn, 1165|As if the hand of Death had prest 1165|That face with grave and shallow. 1165|And through the opening of a door 1165|Lies Mary's hand all white, 1165|And her face is as a rose 1165|Blown in the wind. 1165|And she lifts it, and it seems 1165|'T were better to have died! 1165|And she looks in his face, and then, 1165|Not even a little, 1165|She looks in his soul, and then 1165|How cold it was to them! 1165|Her face is bowed to earth; her eyes 1165|Have turned from mercy; 1165|Her heart is empty as her breath 1165|That was the dove. 1165|Her lips have sunk to rest, and where 1165|Her soul had flown 1165|They seem at last to rest in this 1165|That doth offend. 1165|Ah! they would never know: I guess 1165|They must not know, 1165|That they were all so very great, 1165|A little thing like her. 1165|The white rose at the window stood 1165|Amid the yellow larkspur; 1165|The gilly flowers clustered, 1165|In the field of pink and white, 1165|Were of a dull, dead-sweet red, 1165|With very dainty darksome scent 1165|Of the clover sweet beside it. 1165|The wind of the sunset's gold 1165|Oozed from the flowers' perfume; 1165|With little, silver-blossomed feet 1165|The lilies, laughing, walked. 1165|Like little children at play 1165|The nightingales were merry, 1165|Their music only sadder 1165|Than the quaver of the bird 1165|Were their songs, and their joy; 1165|For they were as young as well 1165|As the moonlight doth them tell, 1165|All of them, and all of them, 1165|Of those two little things. 1165|A wind of the sunlight kissed 1165|Their fair brows, like a kiss, 1165|And a small black bird sang 1165|The while they sat alone. 1165|So, soap-water and roses, 1165|And buttercups and myrtle, 1165|And daisies, such as we wash 1165|In the soap at morning, 1165|And the air of the evening 1165|With scent of the myrrh and the roses, 1165|We wash as our youth wanes, 1165|Nor can we see a sign 1165|Of death in the flower-seeded air 1165|Till we are grown to men. 1165|And such men they are, and such 1165|Passion and a burning face; 1165|And their place of rest is 1165|In the lank, hard-holding sand, 1165|But the old, sad thing that stands 1165|The sun and the storms on, is the sea, 1165|That waits till a man dies 1165|And laughs till he is tired. 1165|Heed not the man's word, though it is set 1165|In all the books of the world, 1165|The meaning of his actions and his speech 1165|Is but as gold may be. 1165|And let not his words, his action, and his will 1165|A shadow of the truth cast, 1165|But trust that a man's heart 1165|Will understand the stars; and the skies 1165|Have eyes for the soul of man. 1165|The old dead face of the sea 1165| ======================================== SAMPLE 7790 ======================================== 20956|Thy lassie be my fader, 20956|And thou must be my dame." 20956|And then she told the king 20956|Why that he was dead. 20956|He hung his head, and sadly 20956|Gazed on the ground. 20956|And many a merry morn ere long 20956|The dames were free; 20956|The merry maids of many a lord 20956|Lay down in one. 20956|"In one, and one together, 20956|Let husbands rest." 20956|So every May to them she gave 20956|Two sisters three, 20956|Who never yet did stray from home 20956|Their dainty meal. 20956|But I wish thee well for ever, 20956|My merry red coats, 20956|For many a pensive day or night, 20956|My heart is wrung. 20956|The children, I have often heard 20956|Your tinker-bells, 20956|Your whistlings in my father's house, 20956|I ween. 20956|And howbeit you never barked 20956|At night, I ween, 20956|But slept away all shut up 20956|In snug beds. 20956|But oh! I hate your whistling, 20956|For oft at night 20956|I hear you on the latch-board 20956|Of my dear dead father's bed, 20956|Though I was young! 20956|Sweet, sweet, sweet, 20956|How can I tell the sorrow 20956|Of widow and child? 20956|The grass is green, and sweet as roses 20956|The birds sing all the livelong day; 20956|The very shadows in the church 20956|Are roses, and the pew 20956|Is blue as lily-bloom 20956|Where He lies asleep at ease. 20956|And sweeter than the songs they sing 20956|Is the voice of little children dear; 20956|But sweeter far than flowers 20956|Is the touch of little hands. 20956|If I were King of England, 20956|Of Ireland, and of Wales, 20956|And all the realms between, 20956|And all the lands between 20956|Where a man may walk in quietness, 20956|And talk with prudent folk, 20956|If I were such as Thomas Gray 20956|Then all my lands I'd keep 20956|And each of them separate; 20956|No man might take my lovely fair 20956|Nor any men would dare 20956|To do me any wrong. 20956|But, if they did, I'd fix upon 20956|My mistress fair the reins 20956|Of power and might, of might 20956|And rulership of right, 20956|Till she herself and you and I 20956|Were utterly destroyed. 20956|We would not say a word, we would not 20956|Tell one farthest trick, 20956|And we would leave it as we found it-- 20956|The way it is, as it is. 20956|We have no fear of any man; 20956|No fear at all that he 20956|Wilt turn upon us with a hand 20956|Laid on our fame so well; 20956|Nor any thing to learn of him 20956|That he might make us less; 20956|Nor any shame we would do to him 20956|That we might do to him. 20956|But let us walk in quiet ways 20956|Till we die at last; 20956|And we should never go astray 20956|In any way but right. 20956|If my dear loves go about 20956|Walking in that way 20956|We must not speak because we fear 20956|But we must walk bare-headed too, 20956|And no one follow us; 20956|So that they do not leave us, dead, 20956|Alone, upon the grass, 20956|A dead chill on the wind. 20956|But if they take us by the hand 20956|And we do go astray 20956|So that we leave no trace behind 20956|But what they may suppose, 20956|As men have left in lonely walks 20956|Unto the end of time, ======================================== SAMPLE 7800 ======================================== 24662|And, after my own heart, I have loved them 24662|And am beloved all the world for them. 24662|But I am loved not. It is in vain 24662|I tell them this, that I am loved not,-- 24662|Oh, be a great and loving God above 24662|This love that will not come to them again! 24662|The moon is out of sight,-- 24662|Out of mind, and floating along 24662|In rhythm with the music that rings 24662|Through that high palace, where the lights 24662|Shine like the big windows of the King. 24662|Ah, what a dream! how many a day 24662|I've sat and dreamed of that far night; 24662|But now 'tis over; and my dream is fled 24662|Like a lost bird in the desert wild. 24662|But the moon is there, with all her beams, 24662|And all her bells, in a happy dream; 24662|With white wings floating, and wings unfurled, 24662|I have wandered far apart from pain. 24662|I know that I am loved of Thee; and I feel 24662|The love that gilds me even as the sun, 24662|As a happy child that listens by its mother's side, 24662|And knows that it is blest--though it knows naught of dreams. 24662|The air is clear with the warm moist wind, 24662|And the night is black; 24662|And the music for the funeral bells 24662|Is the wind that passes. 24662|It comes with the wind and the beating rain, 24662|It passes with the rain; 24662|And the light of the moon is on my face, 24662|And my heart is light. 24662|I heard them in their graves for ever,-- 24662|They loved like me, 24662|And their blood was on my eyelids; 24662|So near to them 24662|That my lips could seem 24662|Their child's lips to kiss. 24662|I feel the wind of the hills, 24662|And the dew on my wings, 24662|Like the drops 24662|Of a blessed dream. 24662|It comes with the wind, and the clouds, 24662|And the light of the moon, 24662|Like a holy prayer. 24662|The shadows are on the grass, 24662|The stars are high up, 24662|I hear the sound 24662|Of the waves in the night, 24662|And their light 24662|On the shining hill 24662|Like a prayer 24662|It comes with the wind, and the rain 24662|The moon is pale within its place, 24662|In its place 24662|Pale, and in its look 24662|It seems to wait 24662|For the coming of the moon: 24662|When the winds of heaven blow 24662|It will stand with the stars; 24662|When the tides of the sea 24662|Are like the sighs 24662|Of a girl 24662|For whom the tide is sad, 24662|It will weep, then be glad. 24662|It came with the wind, and the dew, 24662|And the leaves of the tree. 24662|And the birds of the air 24662|Went with it, 24662|And the little children, 24662|Of the wind and of the dew, 24662|With dancing feet 24662|And silver hair, 24662|Brought their little hands 24662|From out their dusky breasts 24662|Round about their feet. 24662|From the blue of the sky, 24662|And the brightness of the earth, 24662|They took their places, 24662|And each with each, 24662|And their small hands 24662|Did bow to their own, 24662|The little children stood, 24662|As they had stood, 24662|While their father smiled, 24662|And let them sit, 24662|While the little one loved them so. 24662|Then the shadows came 24662|And looked at them, 24662|As if they were dreaming; 24662|And the father laughed, 24662|And let them go, 24662|As a foolish child, 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 7810 ======================================== 30225|And it seemed like the end of the earth. 30225|The blue and silent air 30225|Seemed the voice of God 30225|In the silence of the years 30225|Touched with the memory of 30225|And a star-like peace. 30225|With you came the silence,--you, you, you, you, you, 30225|The voice of God was there: 30225|The sea-winds that flamed on the roofs of the towers 30225|Died in the silence of the years. 30225|Then came the silence. The ocean of silence, 30225|The shadow of the deep, 30225|The voice of God in the dark. 30225|The voice of God was there: 30225|The voice of God in the night 30225|And the song was all the light that glimmered 30225|In the silence of the years. 30225|The voice of God was there: 30225|The voice of God in the day 30225|And the music of heaven in the valleys of heaven 30225|And the sky that never grew dark. 30225|So the silence lasted and grew dimmer 30225|And dimmer and dimmer until it grew too dark 30225|And the clouds crept down in the west. 30225|We are waiting for the voice. 30225|We are so brave and bold 30225|In the silence of the years.]_] 30375|"_The King of the hill that I never shall see_" 30375|I have heard the birds their bonny warbling again; 30375|I have seen the white lily white like a dart 30375|Stoop overhead, to drop. 30375|The flowers have opened their big eyes so red, 30375|And found them and looked in them; 30375|The dew has fallen upon them, and fallen 30375|Into gold flowers, their own blood red in hue, 30375|So pure they will die. 30375|The stars have looked on the day so blue with light, 30375|And called on him, and asked him, and went away: 30375|And he went away, and the stars had said, 30375|"You must come again, as I have come again." 30375|The little bird 30375|Hath heard the words that I heard. 30375|I have known the words of the red lily white 30375|When Spring's dear little children came up into the world, 30375|And the earth's sweet children came-- 30375|I know all, as they knew all. 30375|I have heard the songs 30375|That nightingales and throstles have sung; 30375|A child has no heart or memory of the songs-- 30375|My child, I have heard her sing-- 30375|I have seen her light heart 30375|Blow up when birds have fled 30375|In the winter night 30375|In the wood of the world; 30375|And her eyes' great eyes 30375|Were always deep and bright. 30375|For the world and each child was full of songs 30375|And each heart was full of praise; 30375|I have seen them all the stars have seen, 30375|Where the blue, deep, blue, dark, and violet skies 30375|And the blue stream and the brown stream 30375|Are all full of happy children 30375|And the little stars above. 30375|The flowers look up 30375|With their sweet eyes full of love; 30375|They look back and smile 30375|And answer back to their call. 30375|And they are all alone: 30375|The little stars 30375|Where the light grows bright for aye! 30375|And every flower has left the wood 30375|Where he hung his little white rose to greet the dawn; 30375|And the stars have left 30375|The place where they hung her 30375|To gather love and praise. 30375|The little stars look down 30375|On the new-born day 30375|With their little eyes all one whiteness of white: 30375|"Who are you," they say, 30375|"O, what are you making here, 30375|That you can only see-- 30375|The very flowers, 30375|Where the little birds cry? 30375|And in their hearts I know 30 ======================================== SAMPLE 7820 ======================================== 2732|But, while the dainty meal was ready, 2732|The landlord cried "The cats!" 2732|But still, without a word, the old man beat 2732|The landlord's heart to-day, 2732|And cried, "My rats, my cats, my pets, 2732|It is a long and bad day." 2732|The landlord's heart was bad too: 2732|He was a kind old man: 2732|And then he smiled, as if in sadness, 2732|To think what mischief soon 2732|Was brewing in his house, for he was 2732|The landlord of the city. 2732|"You're a landlord," the landlord cried, 2732|"And you've been for ten long years." 2732|And then, as if the landlord thought; 2732|He said, "Perhaps I ought: 2732|"I've been a tenant and a tenant 2732|Some years past, and am come to this 2732|Cold house of which I speak. 2732|"But first a little over-broad; 2732|Of course you've been as good a tenant 2732|As any landlord I've seen. 2732|"You're a landlord, now, and you know 2732|Who owns this small place, 2732|"And, without this being said, I do 2732|Obtain a rent of the day. 2732|"And you ought to have a tenant for one 2732|Whose heart's in storm 2732|"And he has an eye for something in it 2732|That none can fill up; 2732|"Who's not a fellow of mine, but is 2732|The landlord of a flat 2732|"Just at the end of a grand thoroughfare 2732|And a cool evening place to be at. 2732|"This is the day I was going to say 2732|That I'd see you, sir, the other day, 2732|"And, without a word more, to begin 2732|To take on my new post as landlord." 2732|But, being turned, the landlord laughed 2732|And said at the least he would not mind: 2732|"I'm a landlord of a little flat, 2732|And as for your claims and your getting up, 2732|"No matter for what you may say, 2732|"You are a tenant of a house that's cold, 2732|And it's only my house you own." 2732|The landlord of this house, he sighed 2732|And bade me be off with a good-will; 2732|"You needn't come to-night," said the man, 2732|"If you're ill at the best: 2732|"There's work enough for the day, by Jove! 2732|From a man of sense you'll never make. 2732|"You've naught to lose or gain, or a mouse, 2732|And the best of a house is the market. 2732|"I would rather be left out of strife, 2732|Than for ten years my house be your own. 2732|"But, the devil! I'm a landlord, too! 2732|You'll find it just to do; 2732|"If I'm a fool to have given up living, 2732|It is because I wouldn't have done it 2732|"For the landlord's own interests. 2732|"In the first place, as to that, sir, 2732|It is very hard for a tenant 2732|To be kept out of: in the second, 2732|He's always obliged to let 2732|"Come and get a dinner if he likes, 2732|And when he opens the door 2732|He is obliged to show a dish: 2732|"In the door, on his head, 2732|He's always placed the glass to show 2732|The thing he does; and, when the cat 2732|Licks him, he's bound to the glass, 2732|To watch her. In short, it's a sort 2732|Of a disgrace. If a landlord would do, 2732|As you ought, his own business, 2732|"There's nothing more: but you'll find 2732|That a tenant's too much for a landlord! 2732|I think it's as if a ======================================== SAMPLE 7830 ======================================== 10493|But when we get back home at the end of the day, 10493|We're back again on the Mooki Trail. 10493|We're back again on the Mooki Trail, 10493|We're back again on the Mooki Trail, 10493|And oh! it's a joy like an elephant's joy! 10493|To follow the track of the Mooki Trail. 10493|And we both cry out the word "Harribab du Milieu!" 10493|And then the rain comes like a flood of fire. 10493|And while we are waiting the train to Nairobi, 10493|And the train is going across the plain. 10493|Trying in vain to rise from behind this cloud, 10493|To see the daylight through the wintry weather. 10493|The clouds are so wide, and the rain falls so fast, 10493|We can see nothing more than this wintry sunbeams 10493|Rise up through the clouds, and chase each other down, 10493|And fly in furious pursuit of the sunbeams. 10493|All the life of my life has come rushing on him, 10493|And I know not what to make of this bright morning; 10493|But I am tired and weary, and want to sleep. 10493|And to put out the fire in the corner I hid it. 10493|How could I hide it from him? If I tried, 10493|He would see it, and then turn away, and cry, 10493|"You poor foolish girl. You would rather I 10493|Would not get through to you, before you were through." 10493|Then I thought of our little matrimonial, 10493|We thought the sun would rise too soon, too bright. 10493|But, alas, the sun that never did set, 10493|He never went down, he never did rise. 10493|So we knew the day would soon be over, 10493|So we thought the most of the weather to spare, 10493|For we both thought the happiest day was this, 10493|The day I saw across the desert sands. 10493|The great white moon was so near me, 10493|It seemed to lean over me, 10493|Thumping the sand in its silvery way, 10493|Like you and me together. 10493|And I knew it was growing tired, growing tired, 10493|As I stood there to watch. 10493|And even though it said "Dinner's ready" 10493|(To make a sort of a sound, 10493|Unless you were watching my breakfast too, 10493|O, your kind Moon, O, your kind Moon) 10493|I'd think of my little brothers and sisters 10493|And their mother a little while, 10493|And then I'd forget that the moon did shine 10493|And think the stars were shining too. 10493|And so, with a little sad voice, 10493|And a shivering face, 10493|I watched the small white moon grow old, 10493|And then I went and laughed. 10493|And I sat down by you and you by the sea, 10493|And talked and talked and talked, 10493|And nothing to say one could understand 10493|Except the kind of things you said. 10493|You held my hand and kissed me, 10493|And though you said "It's a sin" 10493|I answered, "I'm only a little brown bat, 10493|And what would you more?" 10493|And when you said, 10493|"I'm always very tired," 10493|That was what first struck your fancy on my ear. 10493|If you had never been here on the Mooki Trail, 10493|And yet had lived to be a good bat, 10493|If that had never happened, I could go back now 10493|And lie on my bed and not dream; 10493|I could go back and dream about the days 10493|I used to watch the water clear 10493|For the long brown line drawn through the sun, 10493|And the little black dot, just above my heart. 10493|And I would know that the moon, in front of me 10493|Was thinking of the way I was born, 10493|And would remember the old man from Haworth 10493|And the way he talked to me ======================================== SAMPLE 7840 ======================================== 1322|With the soul's breath, the soul's breath, 1322|The soul's breath, and the heart's breath, 1322|I lift it, and I give it you. 1322|I stand, I am standing, 1322|I stand and I give it to you. 1322|You who are sitting watching me from afar, 1322|I stand and I give it to you. 1322|O for the day when in my soul-thrilling hour 1322|In the sweet morning of my life my thoughts shall rise, 1322|For when my spirit is with God's blessing stirred 1322|To answer unto Him the old question then said, 1322|"How then, then, is man, O God?" 1322|O soul-subduing, life-creating sun! 1322|O life-budding, day-break moon! 1322|O daybreak dews of sweetest dew! O daybreak dews of healing! 1322|O dew-burdening showers! O showers of dew! 1322|Lo, you who are watching me here and there there, 1322|See me now face to face with you, my soul's dear friend! 1322|I bless you, and I give you back my soul again; 1322|I stand and I give you back, you too, my soul again. 1322|I am a man I will never be again. 1322|I give you back my body, body and soul, 1322|And, looking from the end, I see you standing there 1322|And stand by me more than in the first place. 1322|O soul and body, soul and body, 1322|O soul and body, ever back to you. 1322|And so you sit and breathe yourself of it. 1322|The soul! The soul! and do I speak? 1322|O soul my brother! my friend, my friend! 1322|O soul, my brother, the soul and flesh, 1322|Who comes to me from all the vast unknown fields 1322|Whereof I am the prototype, 1322|What is to be made, what is a soul, 1322|A soul is a whole person, soul-like; 1322|O soul is a soul is a soul whole, 1322|And the soul's the soul's soul's soul's soul's soul. 1322|I am a soul, I stand and I stand, 1322|I gaze upon me and I watch myself. 1322|For I am whole in me, I am flesh in me, 1322|O flesh, O soul, and I come from the soul's dear friend, 1322|And all this body is but the living soul, 1322|The soul is life, life comes of me, 1322|For I am whole in me, I am flesh in me, O flesh! 1322|But what are you, O flesh, O soul, O soul, 1322|And what are you, O flesh, O soul, O soul? 1322|And what are you, O flesh, O soul, O soul, 1322|And what are you? 1322|For the body was made out of me, 1322|But you are made out of me I know. 1322|O flesh, O soul, O flesh, O soul, 1322|O flesh, O soul, O flesh I tell you, 1322|And what are you, O flesh, O soul, O soul? 1322|O what are you, O flesh, O soul, 1322|O flesh, O soul, O flesh I tell you, 1322|Spirits, I say, spirits have their own souls, 1322|And the soul of flesh is the spirit of flesh, 1322|The spirit of flesh is the spirit of spirit, 1322|And the spirit of flesh is the soul of soul, 1322|The soul of soul is the soul of body. 1322|O soul my brother! my friend, my friend! 1322|O soul and body! O body! 1322|O body, the body and soul are one, 1322|Each is a brother unto the other, 1322|And the soul's body and the soul's soul one, 1322|And I am whole in me, I am flesh in me, O flesh! 1322|The soul is flesh, O soul, O flesh, 1322|O soul and body, the soul ======================================== SAMPLE 7850 ======================================== 2334|'Midst the thud of wheels that buzzed with spring; 2334|And the smell of the thud through the clang of arms 2334|Was like a faint and pungent breath of life 2334|From a dead man's heart. 2334|It was on a midnight when the clang of guns 2334|Roared from the range, and the bruised flesh of men 2334|Was torn and bloody by barrages of fire, 2334|That our good old hero, the Reckless One, 2334|Stood in the fire-hole of his clay-built shed 2334|And stared at the night. 2334|It was on a midnight when the wettereth 2334|Of the guns roared above, and the trenches sank, 2334|And the blood of the heroes poured where they fell, 2334|And the hands of defeat were filthy with spilt 2334|And the humour of defeat; 2334|When the darkness of that mortuary gloom 2334|Seemed a pall of orange fire, and the stars 2334|Were the eyes of an aged Centaur, holding 2334|O'er the wrecks of a world; 2334|When the clouds broke and the winds breathed amain 2334|A cry of battle through the blackening air, 2334|And a thousand shrieks answered that cry as loud 2334|As the many thunders' tongues; 2334|When the darkness of that awful drearce shook 2334|And the dawn of day brought the deadly dawn 2334|Of victory home to the dead; 2334|When the great red moon athwart the crescent shines, 2334|Red as the wolf in the fold, and points to where 2334|The awful work of Vengeance is wrought, 2334|While a million souls in terrible rout 2334|Rise white to the dark: 2334|White as the fallen, as white as the fallen slain, 2334|White as a corpse before the altar-wood 2334|When the casket is closed, 2334|And the victim for sacrifice has prayed and knelt 2334|And the hour of service dawns, 2334|When the demon-voiced archangel blows his horn 2334|To wake the world from its slumber, and the cry 2334|Of battle rouses the slumbering, and the crash 2334|Falls, and the angel-voiced heralds summon men 2334|To the sacrifice and the music. 2334|And the sacrifice was finished, and the sound 2334|Of music and of incense and of prayer 2334|Rose slowly forth to a million throats, 2334|And each man laid on his altar-throne, 2334|White as the snow in the radiant air, 2334|Till it blotted the other with its might: 2334|And incense and prayer and melody 2334|Shaped like a perfect song. 2334|And each man poured into the perfect song 2334|The wine of his heart's desire, and tuned 2334|The ebbing throb of his lyre; 2334|And lo! the music rose omnipotent, 2334|And the whole sky rang to it and sung, 2334|Till the whole earth to its brother sang it 2334|As we raise to the sky one human soul 2334|That sinks in the dark. 2334|And that is the song: 2334|The little things that make the great. 2334|The little troubles of the world. 2334|The little labours of men. 2334|The little problems of the world. 2334|The little things that we give to life, 2334|And the great things that we find. 2334|The great things that we give to life, 2334|Are the world's fair, sunny weather. 2334|The little trouble of the world 2334|Is the little music that rings in our ears, 2334|As we lift our hands to heaven. 2334|The great things that we find, is the light first 2334|That shines on Life and Death and Time, 2334|The little music of the skies. 2334|And that is the song: 2334|The long ago and the late. 2334|The little things that make the great, are the little things 2334|That all of us know, like a seed, like a leaf. 2334|The first, great things. ======================================== SAMPLE 7860 ======================================== 1034|On the day of our meeting, 1034|We could see a huge, blue bird, 1034|He was flying like an arrow, 1034|The way he fluttered and lighted 1034|Our ears on either side of us-- 1034|A great big blue bird flying 1034|Afoot across the sky. 1034|We saw him go sailing, 1034|We saw him hover, 1034|With his feathers all aglow 1034|Like a little village light, 1034|And the blue sky above him, 1034|Like a little lantern dim. 1034|We saw him come slowly, slowly 1034|To where we were seated, 1034|We saw his crest wave low 1034|Like a big cathedral window-- 1034|"Your Highness"--but his voice was 1034|"Meh. Let the Prince come aboard, 1034|I'm sick of this damned city-- 1034|I'll die in a year." 1034|And so the King asked him, 1034|He kissed him and put him 1034|On a little boat and sailed 1034|To Bombay. He climbed aboard, 1034|And with him nine hundred gamblers, 1034|And gamblers from every port 1034|And every wind that blows. 1034|Then the King said, "I have no wine, 1034|I'll drink your health from this wine, 1034|A man must live when he governs." 1034|And I saw that the King's health 1034|Was healthy, for his liver 1034|Was good and he was full of vigour. 1034|And the King said, "Dear, I love you, 1034|Let's go and sup with the women." 1034|So I said, "My dear, we'll go." 1034|And I took the women on the moon. 1034|And so we had wine and tobacco 1034|Till the King's health dropped, and we heard 1034|The city bell. 1034|And then we heard the distance bell, 1034|We were not in danger. 1034|And so we sat in the shadows 1034|And went to a country restaurant 1034|The women on the wings on that boat 1034|Had given us. 1034|We looked around to see where we had been, 1034|Where all the little stars were hidden, 1034|Laughed a merry laugh and drank a merry cup. 1034|And when the night was dark we saw the land 1034|Sitting on its throne with bells on fire-- 1034|A long, long way off. 1034|They put us in a house we could see from the road; 1034|We watched them work on that machine all night. 1034|The night was strange, we were in a strange world. 1034|There were no people here! We knew the earth was flat, 1034|No people living, no, there was no going back, 1034|There was no going home, there was no coming back. 1034|No, there was only going on. The only thing, 1034|The only thing that was safe, the only thing that could fail, 1034|Was the only thing we could see from the road. 1034|We watched them work. We saw them work in the evenings, 1034|And in the mornings, and in daytime light. 1034|In the night we heard them work, so far away, 1034|So dark, so far off, so lonely and far. 1034|We had no hope, we had no desire to see. 1034|We were carried there by instinct. We knew what was best. 1034|It was not the city. We could never understand 1034|The dullness of it. 1034|A strange, a strange world, 1034|We had no place of rest. We had no rest. 1034|We sat in the darkness all night long 1034|And heard with our minds all night long 1034|The work that was going on, the work that was done, 1034|The noises of life and of its cries. 1034|We could no more than sit and watch the miles 1034|Of the great city roll by us through the night, 1034|We could not go to the shore to the house 1034|Or the shops. The roads were ======================================== SAMPLE 7870 ======================================== 2819|The great day is come-- 2819|Saw the hounds of battle sweep the land-- 2819|They must work and fight, 2819|But I am here again among my people. 2819|You know we stood by the grave of Nelson, 2819|By the grave of the brave that was stirred, 2819|And we held up hands as the sceptres grew low 2819|On the brow of the king. 2819|The hounds of the hart came up behind us, 2819|But our love for our king made them stay; 2819|For we held up the sceptres and would have broken him, 2819|But the wind blew out of the south-west. 2819|Held up, and held up. 2819|The hounds that sought him had brought up the sceptres, 2819|And they whirled them round like a stormy breeze; 2819|And the sword that was folded in his hand, 2819|As he laid it down in the dust, 2819|Blazed in the south-west like a meteor-fire, 2819|And shook the land to the south-west. 2819|Fire out of the north-west blown wildly and free-- 2819|Like a meteor-trumpet blown from sea to sea-- 2819|I have seen that banner unfurled in his honour, 2819|Since he died at Delorimu,-- 2819|Hail to the Chief who carries it aright! 2819|We hear no more of the word, 2819|No more of the tale of the battle, 2819|The tale of the horse and the man, 2819|The hand that was raised in prayer 2819|By the warrior who fell at Delorimu. 2819|The old horse is tired, he will rest, 2819|The saddle is nice and new, 2819|The breeches are sanded, the feet are bare, 2819|But the saddle is greased and greased. 2819|And it was time that the riders should put on 2819|The armour that was greased and greased; 2819|The helmets were off and the greaves were worn, 2819|But the greaves were tight and tight. 2819|They rode away from the fight, 2819|Through the mist and the rain and the mire, 2819|And the bells of the village were ringing, 2819|As the chaffigan rode from Delorimu. 2819|It was the old chaffigan, 2819|He was riding a horse he had never seen before, 2819|And his helmet was off and his breeches were worn, 2819|But they looked like a chasm of cloud between them. 2819|He had passed the beautiful village of Belbur, 2819|He had passed the little, beautiful village of Belbur, 2819|He had rode to the battle of Delorimui, 2819|He had ridden to the bloody victory, 2819|Where the dead lay on the battlements of Maenah 2819|And the broken slumbering faces lay in the dark. 2819|He passed the white-washed temples of temple walls, 2819|A black star shone in the dusk and a nightingale sang 2819|At the garden-gate where the lizards play, 2819|And the old chieftain rode in his great war-horse of pride 2819|From the plains and the battle-plain of Delorimui. 2819|He passed the white-washed temples of temple walls, 2819|He passed the white-walled houses of Belbur, 2819|He passed the grey-clad men in their sleeping at night, 2819|As he slept in the long-ago at Delorimui. 2819|On the crest of the crest of Maenah, 2819|There was a field of blossoms spread, Maenah, 2819|And over it, white and dark, the wild bee was building, 2819|It was Maenah in the long ago at Delorimui. 2819|They found him at last, they carried him to church, 2819|In the days that are long by the shore of the sea, 2819|With the flowers that the bees had woven for his shroud, 2819|At the crossroads of his own country in the land of Man. 2819|They said that he had fallen through the broken shield, ======================================== SAMPLE 7880 ======================================== 1287|Maiden never can be loved by one 1287|Who is neither wise nor good. 1287|For who is not able to give 1287|His heart's tears out with sweetest art: 1287|Who, while he lives, does never know 1287|The sorrows that he knows! 1287|Thoughtful I gaze on thy soft mouth, 1287|And think with thine heart-shrill psalm! 1287|With love and ecstasy it seems 1287|I am to thee a slave! 1287|A slave, like thee, in thought I live, 1287|Yet I am not thy slave thus; 1287|A woman is thy slave, and thou'rt the same, 1287|While my weak heart is free! 1287|Warm hearts of women should be bound 1287|With love, that they should not deceive 1287|While my soul is on thy side. 1287|Thus I praise thee in my woe; 1287|Thus I praise thee evermore; 1287|A man's not bound to one alone 1287|Who is also kind and good. 1287|In love, as in a convent cell, 1287|To thee my heart I give; 1287|Nor any man I dread to see, 1287|Though the world's thought of him are few. 1287|Wilt thou not, oh fair maiden, say 1287|What means thy loving so? 1287|If a woman thou could'st love but me, 1287|And I might look on thee 1287|As a father looks on his child 1287|For ages yet; 1287|What would that be?--But, to think, 1287|'Twould put thee out of love. 1287|Wilt thou not, oh fair maiden, say 1287|What means thy loving so? 1287|If a woman thou could'st love but me, 1287|And I could boast of thee 1287|As a husband proud of wife 1287|Should be seen and sung? 1287|What would that be?--But, to think, 1287|'Twould put thee out of love. 1287|Wilt thou not, oh fair maiden, say 1287|What means thy loving so? 1287|If a woman thou could'st kiss but me, 1287|And I could swear to thee 1287|As a swain to wife would be, 1287|That I was thine through life? 1287|What would that be?--But, to think, 1287|'Twould put thee out of love! 1287|Wilt thou not, oh fair maiden, say 1287|What means thy loving so? 1287|If a man thou mad'st me for a wife, 1287|Then may'st thou be my wife! 1287|And I swear by my heart's slave, 1287|If that thou should'st be. 1287|What 'twould make thee, my darling, say 1287|What means thy loving so? 1287|If a woman thou loved'st but once, 1287|Then shalt thou never do this; 1287|Though I to thee would have given 1287|As much, should chance to be. 1287|What would that be?--But, to think, 1287|'Twould put thee out of love! 1287|Wet with the tears of wakening life, 1287|Like a flower at noon of summer, 1287|Thy heart-deep soul's refreshing 1287|Fingers the cup that fills thee. 1287|Wet with the tears of wakening life, 1287|By love's pure passion brought to light, 1287|Thou dost not fear the cold, nor shrink 1287|From the sun's early light; 1287|But thy limbs, more lively than the dew, 1287|Are warmed by sleep,--by dreams. 1287|Yet, oh, my own sweet flower, do not 1287|Hurt by those cold sunshines fearfully, 1287|But with love's utmost gentleness, 1287|With smiles that like thine eyes express 1287|Life that joy is praising. 1287|With sweet words like thine eyes divine; 1287|And a love that is all divine; 1287|If I knew where I should find thee, 1287|I love ======================================== SAMPLE 7890 ======================================== 8795|And here are two of Christ, now call'd: the other less 8796|Is called: and, as our bard here makes known his name, 8796|Each from its ray issuing head downwards drew 8796|Its living sanctity. Lethe they name, who know, 8796|How substantial and how quintessence plastic 8796|Esop rightly deems, astray from truth thus drives. 8796|"What parted thence?" was the reply; "and whence 8796|So oft in people gone, and ere now, methinks, 8796|The torment, that follows that absolves none, 8796|But whoso chains himself, himself whirls aloft 8796|Exclaiming, whirled round on eddying sheet. 8796|My thought, that in a moment had been void, 8796|And all these winds past, caught up the sails, 8796|And cast them seaward. That they are not rest, 8796|Or peace, or thought, but ever revolving 8796|Round in a never-ending round, we know 8796|With much discourse, but little or naught apprehend. 8796|"Valour and courtesy in man, I doubt," 8796|Said Beatrice, "not of all, because 8796|Desire of more holds sway; but because 8796|Men vary in their resolve. Hence they range 8796|Far different places of the world, from those 8796|Whom God creates favor'd of his grace. 8796|Because of bounty God deign'd to create 8796|Minist of unkindness to men, o'er all 8796|The scope of his goodness reaching. Obscure 8796|The state of man extends, which it encloses; 8796|And that which in part covers is comprehended 8796|By nature, sees and comprehends even of God. 8796|"The next, who are the friends of virtue, found 8796|Not unworthy to possess them, deem it just, 8796|In every man for him to be as friend 8796|To him, and to his service to give aid. 8796|Seldom indeed is justice observed, 8796|And favor none; vindication so seldom 8796|Attends her mean and easy prey, that far 8796|Most unworthily she scorned and wrong'd her kind. 8796|Hence it behoved the holy Roman crown 8796|To check such good, and render meaner none; 8796|Where justice souffs the wicked for their trust, 8796|As to abide the exposure farr in sun, 8796|And spare the comfortable reign of rain. 8796|"The thrones, which now so high and erect are made 8796|The blame of all the world, were there configure, 8796|When over those far countries gave the toils, 8796|And the sad Africans to the Turks assign'd 8796|The sway, now lost, of Asia and of Africa. 8796|A far more wicked Turk than Hinnom yet 8796|Does Regin drive to Libya's woeful fate, 8796|When Cuibius drives him out with all his power. 8796|"Was there among ye, who hath pursued the paths 8796|Trac'd in the good books, for his salvation, 8796|So high up held his dignities of yore, 8796|When to the three kings Pelasgians made covenant, 8796|That he should triumph in his state, and reign 8796|The prince of the cruel race? Behold the tribe, 8796|The nephews of great Cypselus, and Ceus, 8796|Clytonus, and Athenaka, who, side by side, 8796|In alliance hold the mountain and the plains, 8796|So that single merit from both may be pour'd on him. 8796|"Let none," replied my guide, "who takes his rise 8796|In ante-days, vainly to ask of Gods, 8796|Whether the stone, that framed the figure, lives 8796|Now, or long ago: and, whether at this hour, 8796|Wings without bounds: of spirits dignitie 8796|Are issue from its space: and, further still, 8796|If it please thee, I will it manifest, 8796|How long since this mount appeared to my vision, 8796|And than a ======================================== SAMPLE 7900 ======================================== 10602|And as these things come to pass, 10602|For that they be those which be, 10602|My Lord, do thou to me incline, 10602|And do me good or ill, 10602|That I through thee may my cure 10602|Take from my mind away. 10602|Haste thee to the forest green*, 10602|In hermit's gorge lave: 10602|There let thee to the virgin steep, 10602|Which in an arbour she makes; 10602|For there thou out of sight 10602|Hast from the world be going, 10602|And there let not the cuckoo weep, 10602|And the night-rosel-swallow, 10602|And the plovers pale, 10602|Nor the great pike doth hide, 10602|Nor the horse-dight wake; 10602|Nor the otter sleep, 10602|Nor the wolverine bark, 10602|That is a watch-dog for to lead 10602|The world with tugs from me. 10602|So to my bliss be it done! 10602|For I shall have so much delight 10602|As there to lie for a night, 10602|And then to see again my lovely sight. 10602|For my delights, to thee I'll sing, 10602|And thou shalt dwell in my bosom evermore. 10602|Come, take a robe, my love, 10602|Thine be raiment made, 10602|Thou that now do'st behold; 10602|And put on thy white cresset: 10602|And for thy bower make ready, 10602|With vine and olive branch enwrapped: 10602|And put on thy dark dyer, 10602|Which that may thicken with perspiration; 10602|And let them all be fresh and clean; 10602|And put on thy saffron diadem: 10602|And do thy silver diadem, 10602|Made by the Graces' lead, 10602|Which thou in Graces house wrought; 10602|And, as thou wak'st, thy slumbers sound 10602|In a soft slumber soft and deep. 10602|Then come, and have done with care: 10602|But when thou hast put on thy gown, 10602|And slipp'st into slumber deep, 10602|Let no false feigning more be seen: 10602|But rise in state and mete out goodly rimes. 10602|Fair lord of heart and head, 10602|By the countenance of whom 10602|Thine admirer is beguil'd, 10602|And by fair features pin'd, 10602|I will love thee too, 10602|Lovely, as thou art fair, 10602|For of all that we may do 10602|No better is than this, 10602|That we love thee too! 10602|When the night is fell, and the sun is down, 10602|And I my lounging burden beset 10602|With sudden cold, with hunger, &c. 10602|And when the night is fallen, and again 10602|The day appears bright in the skies, 10602|And the birds their amicable lays 10602|Charm unto me, as asleep I lay, 10602|And the lark, as soon to weep and sing, 10602|Tunes in his sweetest song to please me: 10602|Then come, my love, &c. 10602|Then let me love and sleep a year, 10602|And then love and sleep a month; 10602|Love for such meaner things wille leave, 10602|And sleep, that is ne're such sweet paine 10602|As love does to her in death, 10602|When that sweet sleep hath clos'd his ey, 10602|And all things that were pleasing pleas'd: 10602|Love will be there no longer than 10602|Till death shall close his eyes of glass. 10602|Then come, my love, &c. 10602|When the time cometh of my dying, 10602|And I am laid in my last dwelling, 10602|With my life in my body girt, 10602|O then shall I lie on my father's knee; 10602|Then shall my babe be christened by thee, ======================================== SAMPLE 7910 ======================================== 841|(There is nothing that she can understand) 841|Sitting alone and staring through their tears and fear, 841|They wait and hope the worst, and hold their breath awhile. 841|The light is coming. Two-forty. They are out of line, 841|They are walking toward the light,--hear it, the old house clock! 841|The light is coming, and the door is wide open, 841|And through the windows they can see it passing by. 841|And she has left a thought on his heart, and so he answers, 841|In a very low voice, as he stands at last in front of the door: 841|I will tell, for I love you, 841|The wonderful things that I have heard of you. 841|I saw you sit with your children at a table, 841|And they saw you reading, 841|In words simple and far-fetched, 841|How lovely and wise you were and great. 841|And they smiled at you. 841|One of the children said, "It's quite a turn-out; 841|And I've always said you'd one day set the world on fire." 841|"Oh, what is 'it' to me?" you've asked, "My fair ladye?" 841|"Nothing," I answered. 841|"I have come here to tell you something about the road," 841|You've asked. "Nothing, dear?" 841|"Nothing at all!" 841|You've asked the truth in your heart and you've heard all you could. 841|I came from the dark, with a smile that was weary of doubt: 841|I asked, "What did you dream of the last night, my sweet ladye?" 841|You've watched and you've followed, 841|I've come to the light, 841|I know it's only a dream, 841|But it's not without force in my truth, you know, nor fear. 841|I come from the dark, with a smile that was weary of doubt: 841|You've watched and you've followed, 841|With the light, 841|You should find me your true Love 841|You see the light. 841|You know the light. The sun will rise and set, 841|With the dawn and the sunset, 841|But not till morning is over the sky. 841|You know the light, you want to follow 841|The light and be with it, 841|But at first you say only, "I'll follow 841|The sun 841|Up to the sun." 841|You know the light. You want to follow 841|I shall take you back in days to come 841|Where the light will be full of the infinite, 841|And you want to follow 841|(You should see it in your dreams, dear, 841|With the light). 841|In the light, 841|In the light. 841|I know the way. The wind will blow 841|Over the fields and the trees, 841|In windy weather, 841|When the light is on the white fields, 841|And the sun comes out. 841|You see the way. 841|(You should see it in your dreams) 841|And you want to follow and be wise, 841|But the sun 841|Turns down in wind 841|And the wind is blowing 841|With the light. 841|You see the way. The sun will rise and set 841|But you've come with me, in the light, to wait. 841|And you still ask, "Must I come back to you?" 841|But I know the way. 841|You see the way, you want to follow, 841|You come! follow, follow, follow, but I say, 841|When the day is over, 841|Follow, follow; 841|When the day's done, 841|Take all the road to old Settle's road, 841|And wait there for us. 841|Your hands will grow red with the dirt 841|Your cheeks will be wet with the tears, 841|And your face grows all black, ======================================== SAMPLE 7920 ======================================== 8187|But now, with every hour of bliss, 8187|More sure they seem to love me; 8187|My soul is like unto one 8187|That feels at last his wish fulfil'd-- 8187|A happy child, on whom his eye 8187|Blurs o'er some sunny sunny day, 8187|Whose sun-bright thoughts are wont to sink 8187|With all their pictures from his mind-- 8187|The very sun-bright boy, who weeps 8187|To think of things that must be so; 8187|A feeling which the spirit takes 8187|Of being the very happiest, 8187|When most its happiest moments come. 8187|But, 'twas, just once--just once, I ween, 8187|That I the little angel wept, 8187|As if that very tear had flow'd 8187|To Him, from whom the dew of heaven 8187|Had fallen, who knows how can I tell? 8187|Oh, could I tell, what would I not? 8187|How could I hope--how could I pray-- 8187|How could I feel such happy bliss 8187|As that child feels and still will feel? 8187|And yet to tell you why you see, 8187|That very tear has yet some power, 8187|That it will sometimes on you read, 8187|If you will listen to my lore. 8187|At six o'clock of our bright night, 8187|Ere yet the early glow of morn 8187|Dives into the lids of day, 8187|Ere yet the stars their stately state 8187|Have made more manifest and clear, 8187|In those dim chambers under ground, 8187|Where all things lowly lay, 8187|Breathing the breath of things that were-- 8187|'Twas thus that mother's eye 8187|As in a sleep of rest it fell, 8187|On that which in her soul had been, 8187|Oft from the fount of dreams came, falling 8187|As drops of dew among the leaves, 8187|A tear that stole 8187|Into my heart the while it weep'd; 8187|Till as her cheek with sleep it wore, 8187|And as it died away 8187|I felt it vanish from my thought, 8187|And then I knew 'twas but a dream! 8187|This last night's vision was not so, 8187|'Twas but a tear, it fell 8187|From eye to eye, and all alike did float; 8187|No, 'twas not like that, my dear; 8187|But 'twas a tear for which there is none, 8187|'Tis not the tear to rhyme, 8187|And when we weep, all drops we have are tears; 8187|And tears, my dear, are tears the more dear. 8187|How many have I seen 8187|In sorrow's train come back, 8187|As silently as then 8187|Back from the open sea 8187|Where those we loved are gone; 8187|With faces pale and worn, 8187|Who in that mournful crowd 8187|Were wend the long way? 8187|Or when to towns at night 8187|Forth did they bring the bier, 8187|And thence the mournful tale 8187|Did tell along the street? 8187|Or when so gay and gay, 8187|As if to tell their joy, 8187|Or else to do their glee? 8187|'Twas thus my bosom beat 8187|With memory's swell, 8187|When first as child I knew of-- 8187|That tear, 'twas then, my dear; 8187|And as I turn'd the page, 8187|The vision seemed to fade; 8187|But not at all that strain 8187|The song that thus it taught, 8187|As in my dream it play'd. 8187|Or did you ever see 8187|A dream more sweet, or strange, 8187|Than this that in mine eye 8187|Swells round your memory? 8187|'Twas then that all was bright, 8187|O youth as then and young. 8187|But that is long too far; ======================================== SAMPLE 7930 ======================================== 1229|And a sweet love-lorn maiden I may not wed 1229|Whose sweet eye is like a new-born sun to me; 1229|But she seems to me all the year through -- O Love, 1229|The year! There is no heaven and no hell 1229|But this one room, and the one thing only, 1229|The one desire, that gives life and turns 1229|Earth to Heaven; 1229|And I would have her for my bride at any price. 1229|We came to my mother's house on the hill to-day, 1229|To-day we came to the house where my father died; 1229|I shall never forget the way she died, 1229|For the love that I bore her of her boyhood mate: 1229|And I bowed my head, sheathed in sorrow's steel, 1229|When she lay in her casket at her feet, 1229|With the last rays quivering upon her hair. 1229|But she lay in her casket at my feet, 1229|And over her body, all in red and white, 1229|The morning stars did wing their way, and the sun 1229|Looked down in pity upon her in the dark 1229|Of an April night, when the fields were wet, 1229|And the leaves in the bushes were wet with dew; 1229|But she lay in her casket at my feet 1229|As soft as a swan in a misty lake, 1229|With the lightest, sweetest touch could a flower 1229|Touch the softness of her hand, as it lay 1229|Upon the keys of her ivory toadbed, 1229|And she laid the lute she loved to play with so, 1229|And the key to her secret heart she gave: 1229|And a dream came to her at the key-hole's tilt, 1229|Of a voice speaking from a gate beyond: 1229|"Come, child, come to the temple, and learn, 1229|And touch with thine hands what love hath given, 1229|And touch the keys of the keys of Love's dead love: 1229|"For thou wert glad and athirst to touch more, 1229|And if thou hast no heart to follow me, 1229|Ah, thine hearts are full of love's regrets -- 1229|But I give thee more: O thou dead to me! 1229|Thou shalt lead to the light of my kisses, 1229|Lead to the light, and take the keys of me: 1229|"For thou alone hast face to lead and take, 1229|As I take all to Love's ashes and Love's light, 1229|And we two are in the temple and one 1229|With the keys are light: come in, child, come in." 1229|I have no word for thee, 1229|No chance to speak, 1229|As some good poet sings 1229|With still a moan: 1229|No word to tell thee 1229|That I love, 1229|How pure and clear, 1229|As the angels can, 1229|The music of my heart, 1229|The sweetest words in all my speech. 1229|Tho' Love hath need 1229|Of thee, she saileth so 1229|To be sae dear. 1229|I am a waesome thing; and I am loathsome, 1229|A taste-maker am I of sweet and savoury things. 1229|I take a loathsome, choical, loathsome part in the act. 1229|I hate a taste-maker; yet, O, my Lord, be ever with me! 1229|I fear the loathsome. I love thee, dear Lord; 1229|As fair trees of their fair young, with all the ruddy fruit, 1229|So I should do my very utmost to love thee as I go. 1229|I am the taste-maker. Be with me in the act: 1229|Be thou with me, Loathly Spirit, and give me thy whole strength. 1229|Thou shalt be thorn with me, 1229|And I shall make thee bloom like the bright flowers of May. 1229|Be thou with me, Loathsome Spirit, be with me now: 1229|I shall make thee a ======================================== SAMPLE 7940 ======================================== 12242|With "Beating heart, for pay," 12242|"The best of life is work." 12242|The old she took for madness; 12242|Her last laugh to laughter 12242|Was a laugh and a giggle ... 12242|And so from the world of men 12242|A maiden came 12242|With a heart that was sunshine, 12242|A heart and a blue, -- 12242|The old she took for madness, 12242|Her last laugh to laughter 12242|Was a laugh and a giggle 12242|Beneath the cold blue sky 12242|In the wood of cherry trees. 12242|There they lived, and they loved each other 12242|As people who love their neighbors; 12242|Beneath these cherry trees they died; 12242|The old she took for madness; 12242|Her last laugh to laughter, 12242|Her last laugh to madness, -- 12242|It was a laugh and a giggle 12242|The old she took for madness. 12242|The boys were boys then; 12242|They played together; 12242|They had no fears together 12242|Nor any care; 12242|But when the harvest was blighting, 12242|Or Winter grudged April, 12242|Or Summer sought unfulfilled summer, -- 12242|'Twas, always, together. 12242|The girls were girls then; 12242|They walked together; 12242|They talked, yet not inordinately, 12242|Or loudly, orlly, or rudely, -- 12242|They were not all false or rash: 12242|Some memories, bounding, 12242|Clung round them like a tangled 12242|And sombre mist, 12242|And melted as melted sunshine 12242|Into hearts unflickering. 12242|For Summer and for Winter 12242|Aye with a loving strife! 12242|They knew that, if not with them, 12242|No man did any farther 12242|Than hang upon their terms. 12242|But these were faded memories; 12242|There stood awhile a statue, 12242|And, speaking, "So be it!" 12242|A solemn-visaged statue; 12242|For, till a-waving a welcome, 12242|He shook his gray head. 12242|But they (with all their past forgetfulness) 12242|Turned to face him in turn; 12242|And as they turned, the Future came, 12242|(To give no pretext 12242|For aught beside its strangeness,) 12242|And asked, with eagerness, 12242|(This, as it seemed, was the way) -- 12242|How long ere now the Summer 12242|Ere half his life be done? -- 12242|How long until the Winter 12242|Ere eve be ripe for disappearing? 12242|And the old he answered quite simply, -- 12242|Oh, long ere now -- how long? -- 12242|Long ere now ere Day shall close, 12242|Ere you be ready to depart! 12242|And the youths looked at him with smiling eyes, 12242|And the maidens, too, looked with benign surprise: 12242|For the Youth was fair, and the Youth was young, 12242|And the Youth was strong, and the Youth was brave; 12242|And the Youth was full of mischief, and of glee, 12242|And the Youth was clever, and the Youth was wise; 12242|He was full of mischief, and glee, and spark, 12242|And the sparks fly, as they may, from the conscious skies; 12242|But the old he spoke not, but he seemed replying, 12242|Oh, all things were ready now, -- all things were ready, -- 12242|The snow, the ice, and the fir-tree, the fir-tree, 12242|The fir-tree, the fir-tree, the fir-tree! 12242|The Youth, he said, was a stranger to weather, 12242|Or indeed to heat, or to cold weather; 12242|And, oh, what miracles were these, the Youth said, -- 12242|All things were ready now, -- all things were ready! 12242|There fell a song from the tongue of youth ======================================== SAMPLE 7950 ======================================== 1287|On its side, a child's, was lying! 1287|The one, the other's side--to-noon, indeed! 1287|How didst thou gaze on it, thou little angel? 1287|Why didst thou turn on his side, thou little child? 1287|The mother's face is bent: 1287|The child's face is bent, too; 1287|And her eye's a-shining, too. 1287|The night is gathering fast, I see. 1287|The child's eye has sunken, 1287|And a-shining o'er his mother's eyes. 1287|I'm a-weary, too, a-weary, 1287|My life is like a song-- 1287|To be singing forever, I see. 1287|The night is gathering fast, I see,-- 1287|A song, a song, a song! 1287|A girl--a girl,--of many years, 1287|And she is dancing with the sun. 1287|She sits on a stone, and bows, 1287|With a glance of joy, to heaven. 1287|She smiles to see me, with tears; 1287|And she whispers, with a sigh, 1287|Her love to heaven, oh! my God, 1287|My tears were tears of joy. 1287|Ah, my God, my God, oh! my God! 1287|Then my heart was happy too. 1287|But thou hast given me a son,-- 1287|To be a son to thee. 1287|'Tis the last child I hold dear. 1287|'Tis she who once my life did sway. 1287|In her child's heart I can see her stand, 1287|In her child's love, now the world is done. 1287|I have seen her bending, bending there. 1287|'Neath thy hand, oh, my God! and, ah! 1287|As her own daughter, she stands. 1287|The mother said: Thou hast given me 1287|Two last children,--a boy and girl. 1287|And then I thought: I must go and pray, 1287|And bring one back, to her here, too. 1287|Oh, I am grateful to God evermore, 1287|Thou and thy Mother, that I saw 1287|The last one turn from the altar-stone, 1287|And clasp her father's knees, too. 1287|The mother said: I cannot leave 1287|My children, now my two are dead. 1287|Oh, I am thankful to God evermore, 1287|Thou who hast borne the other one! 1287|The mother said: Here, here below 1287|Are dust and ashes, I must go. 1287|Oh, I am thankful to God evermore, 1287|Thou, for the other one! 1287|"If my poor tears," said the maiden, 1287|"Were to fall on the earth instead, 1287|To the earth their soft fall o'erflow! 1287|And, on my lifeless bosom laid, 1287|There rest, and I have more in life 1287|Than a broken taper fling!" 1287|--Then she took a taper,-- 1287|Took the mirror,--and gazed, 1287|And with prayer was praying. 1287|How did her prayers go up, up, 1287|To the ceiling, and the wall! 1287|How did her prayers go up, up, 1287|To the ceiling, and the wall! 1287|The sun's rays fell on the roof, 1287|On the roof, and all about. 1287|And they all murmured, "Meadow-field! 1287|Where it will snow-cicles be!" 1287|And the sun's rays fell on the roof 1287|On the roof, and all about. 1287|As she prayed, the tears o'erflow'd; 1287|And "Meadow-field!" cried they all. 1287|But she prayed, and took and carried 1287|The taper to the altar-place. 1287|Then she placed it near the flowers, 1287|And the tear-drops poured from her eye-- 1287|Of them, the branches ======================================== SAMPLE 7960 ======================================== 13650|"What a pity that I'm to die here. 13650|"I hate that old woman, so old she's 13650|Aghast at me. I've a mind to 13650|Strip her and burn her, for I'm tired of her: 13650|She is so old. I'm growing too weak, 13650|I'm fading fast; she's getting old too. 13650|If I'd known what I have known, I'd kept quiet, 13650|And not been too quick; but it's far better 13650|That I am here, in this place of pain, 13650|Here where I've made so many mistakes, 13650|And hurt myself, and hurt poor dear Mary!" 13650|To make myself quite rid of Mary, 13650|I was afraid the old woman would 13650|Give me the most frightful shrieks. And so 13650|I never said a false or wicked word 13650|In Mary's face. Or else I'd laugh it off 13650|With a good, hard look, and hide my face 13650|In her eyes, like one who's afraid of ghosts, 13650|If the old woman seemed too old or old. 13650|I have made mistakes; it's all my fault; 13650|I have hurt myself, and hurt dear Mary: 13650|I will never think of the old woman 13650|Like that I did her, no, not ever. 13650|When you are sick, I take care to put this out: 13650|But when you are well, it's useless to keep it to yourself. 13650|I'm sure we've told you, as well as us poor, 13650|That a man's life and a woman's life are one, 13650|But a lot of the time, of the rest of the world, 13650|We haven't told you what we mean to say. 13650|We have to learn them together, you can't teach 13650|The two things your heart mean to grow to know; 13650|To know them is the learning, but oh, to grow 13650|To know them is the growing to love! 13650|Well, all the while, I could eat and sleep, 13650|And never tire with my appetite; 13650|I could laugh just as loud in my sleep 13650|As when I was out and about. 13650|But then, there's the thing of it, my dear-- 13650|All the laughs, the tears, the sorrows, and all, 13650|Are just the laughs and the tears I'm sure you know. 13650|When you would stand before me, for a moment, 13650|With your eyes closed, and your face in the shadow 13650|Of that wall,--I was so glad to let you see 13650|The smile coming through the closed eyes that I gave you. 13650|Then, just as you would have vanished, I said, 13650|If I was thinking of that moment, "Stop!" 13650|And I stood a little closer. You wouldn't have come down 13650|So hard, dear, if you'd been thinking of me. 13650|And you have not come down--not I! 13650|I will think of good things 13650|Even when they have not come true; 13650|I will be thankful for them. 13650|My dear, I can forgive them, 13650|Even if I had to go without them 13650|All my life long, and for many a day. 13650|I never would have thought to ask you, at first, 13650|How you would feel if I sent you a note, dear, 13650|But you said "I would smile," and that was all! 13650|And I said, to keep you thinking, "Do smile; 13650|But smile with me, for I am coming to die!" 13650|I don't know why you should ever come back; 13650|Perhaps you have never been to see me; 13650|Perhaps you are too busy to like me; 13650|Perhaps you are too old, too backward, 13650|For me to like you at all. 13650|I know what I am, and that is just; 13650|I think that it is true; and it was, 13650|When there was nothing--except for you 13650|Away from me: and now I think just as good 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 7970 ======================================== 28591|When all our hearts are weary, 28591|If we are strong, we never 28591|Will fall asleep, but rise to go. 28591|How hard it is to conquer 28591|If we have lost the will; 28591|If we have never loved, believe, 28591|And would not let the love go. 28591|And that we have no skill in, 28591|'Tis like a thorn to the patient 28591|If we could but speak the word! 28591|Though we would all the world attain? 28591|Believe me, Sir, it is not so; 28591|Though I love you and the world enjoy, 28591|I cannot rise to your heart, 28591|For the world's desire! 28591|I only have the skill to dare; 28591|I only have the courage and the will; 28591|And I know in this my life is done 28591|If I do not quickly join thee. 28591|Oh, let it never move thee 28591|To let the world have all thy love: 28591|'Tis much that any man would care 28591|For all thy cares and sorrows. 28591|And yet, 'tis strange to think 28591|What thou and I must have done; 28591|For 'tis much for any man to bear 28591|What every other might attain. 28591|Though we could not, we love thee 28591|And the world should love us so; 28591|And, on a most unhappy day 28591|I see with happy heart: 28591|I hear thee call me; 'tis a voice 28591|That, when thou shalt be gone, 28591|Will come and say, with some content 28591|That I love thee, love thee, love thee. 28591|If a soul's strength should fail, 28591|And his eyes fail and his strength depart, 28591|His friends are his own. 28591|If it prove that he once had ill, 28591|And could not bear it now, 28591|And if, with all his faith and trust, 28591|He found it sweet and kind; 28591|No care in all the world, no sigh. 28591|If his friends were his own, 28591|Why did he ever want them so? 28591|If his strength should fall, 28591|And his friends were weak at last; 28591|If his soul should pass away, 28591|He would live with it--as the dead! 28591|When life wanes to its worst, 28591|To the end we never can say. 28591|When the star is sinking, 28591|The night comes soon before the morn. 28591|I have seen two thousand men 28591|Fallen in the first few hours; 28591|Yet never have I seen 28591|Such calm unconcern for life 28591|As once did I this night. 28591|It is not pity 28591|That moves me to this pensive watch; 28591|For I would not be at rest 28591|If I were indeed to die. 28591|The hour is nigh that bids me stay; 28591|If I go to the end then all the better so: 28591|Nought the end I would shorten: 28591|Better the quiet of a grave 28591|Than the darkness of the world. 28591|It is not pity 28591|That moves me to the last and best; 28591|But the pity of a man who knows, 28591|And can say, "The end awaits." 28591|You say your heart's still here 28591|And sweetly so, 28591|And that you long for it as of old, 28591|Yet you have let it go. 28591|I cannot see how you can be, 28591|Or how you can atone, 28591|If you're not there, 28591|And happy are we now; for sure 28591|How could you know it? 28591|For sure there is no end. 28591|Not this. 28591|You love to be 28591|Where the dead leaf falls, 28591|As it sang when life was new; 28591|And you have never wept, 28591|But you wonder why 28591|You can never be. 28591|I see ======================================== SAMPLE 7980 ======================================== 27781|My heart is very sad, for a stranger comes to me; 27781|And no one is here, but a dear old mother is here: 27781|Oh, how my heart has ebbed with emotion, when I have heard the 27781|"The old folks are here, old folks are here, and it is a very 27781|pleasant sound to hear." 27781|How sad is my heart, when I hear it said of those who have 27781|gone away, that they have not been able to show their faces 27781|for a long, long while." 27781|What is that which I see? 27781|It is a little boy and girl, and in their hands that hold a 27781|book. 27781|The other children, laughing loud, look up to them with their 27781|ears full of laughter. 27781|Why do I smile so? 27781|That we, as is due to us, are both good and kind. 27781|And now the little boy has found the book, and proudly reads 27781|through the pages of plain old English; 27781|while the little girl in a whisper, 27781|Takes up the book and reads aloud--but, alas! she does not 27781|have the means of understanding the very difficult words. 27781|"‘I beg you, if you please, please, please, I beg you, kindly look, 27781|How do you do?" 27781|"I do not say," says this little girl, laughing lightly, although, 27781|of what she wants. 27781|"You are quite right, my little girl, you're quite right, my little 27781|In my first days, when I had not yet learnt to read in my own 27781|I had but one book, 'My darling!' I told you before, and you 27781|"I wish I knew where to find him, darling," said the boy. 27781|"Well, where is he now, then?" said the boy with a bright smile. 27781|"I wish I knew where to find him, my little boy; 27781|I will go and find him myself, if I can." 27781|"Come, come, children, I want him; I want him; I wish you 27781|could always find him." 27781|"Go, nay, nay, my dear, I'll not, I won't; my little boy 27781|won't return"; 27781|"Oh, what joy to be glad for," said the boy. 27781|With a start her arms she twined round his neck once, before 27781|she could speak, her eyes moistened with tears. 27781|"Ah, see! see! dear mother," said the boy, with a sob, "what a 27781|trifle is this 'twixt us two." 27781|The mother's face fell, and she began to weep; and it was 27781|while the boy was still, it might be, speaking. 27781|"And how did you come to know him?" exclaimed the boy and the 27781|mother, with utter confusion. 27781|"Oh! that, and the dear colour of his cheek," replied the boy, 27781|"And how did you find him?" said this little girl, with sudden 27781|"Oh! that, dear mother, and the smile of his, and the way he was 27781|"How many were the years that you have held him together?" 27781|"Three years, dear mother." 27781|"Three years," again cried the little girl. 27781|"Oh! do you still walk with him?" said the mother, breaking the 27781|fragments of the mother's speech. 27781|"Yes, we still walk with him," said this boy, running up to his 27781|"And where is he gone?" said the mother, with a sob. 27781|The little girl leaned to him in a whisper. 27781|"Why, that," she said, "his dear smile told me my babe had 27781|come." 27781|And when her heart was full of that truth, she would say, and 27781|the mother knew at once, and the mother knew that the child 27781|had grown. 27781|They are always speaking of their boy or girl. 27781|A young man and a maid servant went out together, 27781|And the aged man said, "My child, ======================================== SAMPLE 7990 ======================================== 1304|To the fust south-west 1304|Was set the sunrise's flame, 1304|With a glory o'ercast 1304|From her azure throne 1304|The crescent moon. 1304|The sea at morning blue 1304|On the dark ebb was gleaming; 1304|There was never a shore 1304|But was decked with lights. 1304|The sea at morning clear 1304|Made a bright track of shimmering; 1304|I saw the white foam leap 1304|To the wide green sea. 1304|The sea at morning clear 1304|Made a bright track of shimmering; 1304|When the day was almost done, 1304|As it softly rose, 1304|'Tis beautiful and lone 1304|On the dark ebb and flow. 1304|A Glimpse of the Infinite 1304|It is night when Ganymede lies. 1304|His soul hath fled from night. 1304|No answer is in the dark. 1304|The moon, like one that hath been dead, 1304|Stands by his side. 1304|Beside her the moon hath set, 1304|The stars shine forth, the stars are red; 1304|A holy light, no less 1304|Shines on his head. 1304|His eyes are closed in death. 1304|Beneath him all the stars stand still. 1304|O, were my Love alive, 1304|I should live for ever then! 1304|So dear indeed to me 1304|To her this day shall be 1304|As the first dawn of day! 1304|Till then, farewell, my dreams of bliss, 1304|And the far bright-eyed dreamers! 1304|Farewell! but these good, long farewells 1304|That in my breast are stored; 1304|These parting sweetest words, and tears 1304|That flow apace fast; 1304|These fading hopes, these deepening fears, 1304|Shall comfort me no more. 1304|I do not know, I do not care, 1304|This is not all the earth; 1304|I have no heart to give my all 1304|In love to-night. 1304|I know not what my heart may bide, 1304|But I will love and not forget: 1304|My hope is deep and firm and true, 1304|And my love stronger far 1304|Than the waves whirl back on their course 1304|In the storm of Fate. 1304|I do not know, I do not care, 1304|This is not all the sky; 1304|I have no earth beneath my feet, 1304|And I will love and not forget: 1304|But I know that Time, with slow hand, 1304|Has placed too low of me 1304|A station for my soul's desires, 1304|Wherein I stand at rest-- 1304|At rest amid the stars, below 1304|The height and blue of Heaven! 1304|To sit and feel that all is right, 1304|That all is fair and right, 1304|With hearts sincere and souls serene, 1304|With all that happiness could claim; 1304|To be so blessed, and not change 1304|To earth's most infant part; 1304|To have no worldly cares or graces, 1304|No troubles of the street-- 1304|To listen to the gentle voice 1304|Of one dear sister's smile; 1304|To feel my soul, without a stain, 1304|Pure, calm, and bright as all the rest, 1304|And never, never to despair, 1304|Till Fate's fast fast-sent and swift 1304|Sent messages pass away! 1304|I know not any more a home 1304|Of rest or release, 1304|Than Ganymede, Apollo, god of groves, 1304|I have found where all is good; 1304|Where every spirit in its pride, 1304|Or inward grace, or deep desire, 1304|Lives meet to fill the heart. 1304|A God, my God, I worship here; 1304|Than which I cannot speak, 1304|For you are all I hope and ======================================== SAMPLE 8000 ======================================== 27129|The bird sits on the tree; 27129|With joy he sings and sings, 27129|He loves to hear my lute. 27129|I sent my love an open letter, 27129|For to tell her all my woes; 27129|She, when she read it, at my tears 27129|Did smile as she understood. 27129|She thinks I'm mad because I'll starve, 27129|And if there's no aid but this, 27129|I'll live as I was made to live, 27129|Till, or I die before to-morrow. 27129|I went as fast as I could go, 27129|For to tease my love the most; 27129|But, soon o'er-hanging fruit I found, 27129|And, finding it, I sigh: 27129|Yet, though I look on, I can laugh: 27129|If I did not, all the same, 27129|My mistress would be angry; 27129|Else I would love the Devil again: 27129|For though I cannot love her too, 27129|To my dismay I find it so. 27129|We must be merry 27129|Singing when the sun 27129|Is up with rest: 27129|I wish them all 27129|As soon as possible, 27129|That have spirits kind. 27129|We must be merry 27129|Singing when the mirth 27129|Is gone from earth; 27129|God grant to each 27129|A friendship there; 27129|And make it lasting yet, 27129|As we would wish, 27129|That have spirits kind. 27129|We must be merry 27129|Singing from the spring: 27129|God send us still 27129|A health before we part, 27129|To each who's true; 27129|And a health to you, 27129|Dear boys, that are; 27129|If that there be a soul 27129|To love us when we die; 27129|Then make us welcome 27129|Our spirits to. 27129|To each as he may be 27129|Of that great company, 27129|We must be merry 27129|Singing from the Spring; 27129|God send us still 27129|A health before we go, 27129|To each as he may be, 27129|To God and His company, 27129|We must be merry 27129|Singing when the sun 27129|Is up with rest. 27129|I sat and felt the wrath 27129|Of him that sent my love, 27129|And as I felt, in spite 27129|Of what was done, to find 27129|What anger in his mind 27129|Was, when I told my love, 27129|Was, when I told my love. 27129|I sat and felt it still; 27129|I must not look or speak, 27129|While he did wrath in ken; 27129|Nor look nor speak till he 27129|Would end my anger now. 27129|I thought I moved his wrath; 27129|For 'twas not anger good, 27129|But only some disdain 27129|Of some small fault that I 27129|Had shown an inch of height; 27129|Which being made evident, 27129|He would continue still 27129|In war with me, my sin. 27129|He sat and felt the heat 27129|Of rage and ire and fear; 27129|And in such mighty wrath 27129|As my poor strength can give, 27129|I looked and felt his hate, 27129|And was resolved to die. 27129|But he, though all my strength 27129|Was brought against my will, 27129|Would not take it up: 27129|And when I stood on guard 27129|Against his rage in fight, 27129|His anger never fell; 27129|But with a look of love 27129|He would my foe fight too. 27129|I watched my beauty all 27129|From dawn to dark retired; 27129|But, when my beauty went, 27129|His angry wrath increas'd-- 27129|For when his strength was gone, 27129|I could not find my beauty. 27129|I looked and he would see 27129| ======================================== SAMPLE 8010 ======================================== 5185|I have heard the birds sing, 5185|With harmonious music, 5185|Ears and eyes they were ringing, 5185|Ears and tongues were straining; 5185|I have heard the poplar, 5185|I have heard the pine-tree. 5185|"When they heard the song-pack 5185|Ringing at their window, 5185|Quick they all began moving, 5185|Ever outwardly rushing, 5185|On to the meadows wandering, 5185|Came they not, and found trouble, 5185|Should have found the rain-storms, 5185|Should have found the cold-case 5185|Rumors of the Northlanders 5185|Rumors of the Eastlanders." 5185|Then the-brewster, Aleko, 5185|He the ancient minstrel, 5185|Song-ful-perplexing hero, 5185|Pulled his leathern arm-clout, 5185|Laid his musky fingers, 5185|Under the fur of his slippers, 5185|Under the skins of his puppies, 5185|Underneath the doublet bottoms; 5185|Sang he a bitter song-tune, 5185|On to the ale-house slowly, 5185|Quickly he hastened onward. 5185|Filled the ale-jars with water, 5185|Filled their drain with briny water; 5185|From the rocks beside the water, 5185|Filled the four deep wells around him, 5185|And the canns with water ready; 5185|Made his fill while he could speak it, 5185|Quickly was satisfied with it. 5185|To his sledge he drove on ardently, 5185|In his sledge of iron, leather, 5185|And of lead he drove anon, impatient, 5185|Took the sledge by just an inch's measure, 5185|Then of copper made the tinder, 5185|On the centre was it ignited, 5185|And the tinder went about it, 5185|On to all the houses fixt thereto, 5185|On to all the hosts of Lapland, 5185|As the smoke it curled earnestly, 5185|As the tinder kindled fiercely, 5185|Spake these words to Aleko, son-in-law: 5185|"Fool are ye, Aleko, wicked, 5185|Shall ye come in, Aleko, home-returning 5185|Thus to harm my younger brother!" 5185|Quickly saith Aleko's younger son-in-law, 5185|Drew his sword from out his girdle, 5185|From his belt drew off his weapon, 5185|Leap it gracewards of the hero, 5185|And it sparkled in the fire-conduit, 5185|Flashed one day, and then a second; 5185|Flashed a third from out the furnace. 5185|Quickly saith the ruthless builder, 5185|Quickly saith he to the others: 5185|"Quick, my friends, assemble all you builders, 5185|And build me a ship of pan, pan, pan, 5185|That I may go to Hagar's country; 5185|Harge the ship securely to Sariola, 5185|Osmo's Island-halls within the water; 5185|That no sloop of Denmark with men fighting, 5185|Nor of Sweden nor of Finland, 5185|May pursue us in our journey; 5185|That no sloop of Russia with gun blazing, 5185|Nor of Ukraine drive us to pillage; 5185|That no war-ship sail in our forecastle, 5185|Shall molest our innocent home-coming! 5185|"Bravely has died the old magician, 5185|But the workmanship is not wanting, 5185|And his ship is surely fabricated, 5185|Las inlair, inlair, inlair, inlair." 5185|Spake the master of Pohyola, 5185|Thus his fellow-minstrel answering: 5185|"Dost thou not see, my dearest darling, 5185|Him that is born of the magician, 5185|Him as bright as the golden moonlight, 5185|In his ======================================== SAMPLE 8020 ======================================== 845|In the eyes of some strange maiden in whose thought 845|There is only light, as in her eyes there is only night; 845|And, when her love is won, there is a light-- 845|But not for such as this alone. Love's name, 845|Or the light Love casts upon it, shall be vain. 845|I love thee, and thy love is great. I know 845|That, when the soul hath found the world at last, 845|Its pain may be as sweet as love itself. 845|And, when this world is but a world of dream, 845|And we, who've traveled far, come back to dwell 845|In this dear house we love, we cannot fear 845|The world, which is but the shadow of the past. 845|Yet shall I not let thee forget thy worth. 845|For this we're brothers, sisters all; and thou 845|Shalt know no other way but this to keep 845|Thy place with us in our old familiar place. 845|And, though it seem a loss, we'll keep thee warm, 845|And, when we bid thee take thy leave, we'll bid thee come. 845|The summer's here! The wild-flowers are all 845|Blossomed, and the leaves at twilight sing 845|Sweet farewells, and odorous as sweet, 845|For thee. 845|The wild birds have their parting with the sky, 845|And leave, o'er-joyed, to leave thee alone; 845|And, oh, thy leaves should always softly fall 845|To call thee home! 845|The summer's here! O, sing to the sweet, 845|And let thee be thy favorite bird to-day-- 845|Not in the garden, and not in the wood, 845|Not in the open fields, and no, nor nor nor 845|Nor in the fields on either hand, nor yet 845|The fields that lie on the southern fringe! 845|The summer's here! O, give me the heart 845|To follow thee, to serve thee, and to be 845|The joy of thy returning; the light bring 845|That will brighten thee in the light of the sun! 845|No one will miss thee at this fair new-year's eve. 845|No one--no, nor regret--will miss thee at all, 845|And all the guests will crowd the terrace-walk, 845|And watch thy dandelions in the sunset glow; 845|As once they watched, when none could tell, and still 845|Were waiting for the year, who came too late! 845|Thou hast thy rest! And we too, sweetest rose! 845|Tarry not, but haste thee from this gay retreat, 845|Like travelers hailing in the shadows dim 845|The month of May, through all the gay hours of morn, 845|Till thou shalt hear afar and on the breeze's flute 845|Thy welcome voice's sweet bidding! then come back 845|To bed and veil thy form, and lay thy head 845|On our beloved Will, who, from the lonely height 845|Of willowy willows, shall be there! 845|As I saw the great moon rise 845|With her last glance across the world, 845|I heard them murmur together, 845|"Good night! good night!" 845|As I was drifting out to sea, 845|I heard them murmur together; 845|But, when the tide was ebbing fast, 845|To me alone they murmured not; 845|And, when at last it fell, I thought, 845|It was but tide-beating o'er the grave. 845|All life is but a memory--the wave, 845|The sky, the sea, the land: 845|The flower's life--so beautiful and frail, 845|The sky, the sea, the land! 845|Each in itself is but an image, 845|And the same breath 845|Smooths down the clay which life's perfume 845|Pillars, and all is still. 845|And each shall be dissolved in nothing, ======================================== SAMPLE 8030 ======================================== 1041|And the great heaven, like a house of prayer, 1041|A heaven without a sin, without a head. 1041|And you have been a child of God to me, 1041|And made me all my own, and all my own 1041|Were I wholly thine, my Love, to be, 1041|And all the earth and sea and air were thine. 1041|Yet I had fain my heaven of heaven of heaven 1041|Would be, and all things in its heaven build, 1041|And every bird fly home to gather tune, 1041|And every day had heart to do its part, 1041|And every hour be whole and free from blame. 1041|And many things I wish'd, and often swore, 1041|And none of which have all been fulfilled; 1041|But all things changed, and I am left alone 1041|At last. For what could that be, my Love, 1041|But in my soul, the temple, the high place, 1041|And all the lovely places for to stand 1041|Upon the pinnacle o' the whole earth, 1041|Where is no place whereon to rest my head 1041|But where the world does stand and holds me fast 1041|And for to be and all alone and lean, 1041|Worst enemy of all the kingdoms here, 1041|But for to be so lean, so lean indeed, 1041|That I must needs be bent above all men, 1041|And I in my great glory lie at peace, 1041|That I am peace, and have no other thought 1041|But of what I may be in mine own hour? 1041|The old time and the new time call for help, 1041|Yet all are still; for none in heaven or earth 1041|Can hear us so or follow these alone. 1041|O Love, if I had time for any now, 1041|I would not seek for time or leave thee here, 1041|But that my time were wholly with thy hair, 1041|And all that is to come with it. O, let 1041|The old time and the new time call for aid; 1041|Yet all are still; for none in heaven or earth 1041|Can hear us so nor follow these alone. 1041|Why do you cry so, sweet? 1041|I do not want tears, my dear; 1041|None have I, none that will come near us, 1041|While we go forward with our song. 1041|I do not want them, by all saints, 1041|For we must on, forever on, 1041|Till that old world's last great adventure 1041|Is over and done with, and done with. 1041|I see not why we cry so, 1041|But we must on forever on, 1041|Till that last disaster's done with, 1041|Done with, and its work is done, 1041|Till some old dream of ours shall be 1041|Like the old dream we must have through, 1041|And we be as one with all. 1041|I know not why we cry so, 1041|But we must on forever on, 1041|Till our life's last journey's done, 1041|Done with, and its work is done, 1041|Till our work is over and done, 1041|And our hearts are quite at rest, 1041|Till our hearts are quite at rest. 1041|Love me, like an hour, like a day? 1041|Love I with sun and with star? 1041|Love I as you do love your God? 1041|Let go me and take me to you, 1041|Let go me and be for ever yours, 1041|Take me, let go me and give me, 1041|What, love me, like an hour, like a day? 1041|Till your life is lost, your life is won, 1041|Till the fire of your desire's flame 1041|Burns all night in your heart for me, 1041|I'll love you, until the fire glows 1041|For as long as the fire can burn; 1041|And my love will ever burn true. 1041|Till I have the joy of my life, 1041|Till I know a thousand things, 1041| ======================================== SAMPLE 8040 ======================================== 1568|The black sky is a pall 1568|That slowly dies away. 1568|The city sprawls far and far 1568|Over the grave of its past; 1568|The white wall and the red 1568|Fade from the life that dies. 1568|And all the people have died, 1568|And not one springs to the call 1568|Of the soul that dies. 1568|A voice of a little gray bird 1568|Singing in a brown wood, 1568|And his old feet fall in the grass 1568|Along with his song: 1568|You are old and hungry, I think, 1568|My son, and I to-night 1568|Shall give you a song for the last 1568|And the last, boy, shall be 1568|To him who dares not sing 1568|To him who dares not pray; 1568|To him who dares not bear 1568|That light of the sun within 1568|And a song to sing. 1568|Singing, singing, 1568|Singing in the evening of winter, 1568|Singing to your soul, son: 1568|The stars and the wind are dancing 1568|In the sky above - 1568|The sun is a ghost of colour 1568|And the wind is a dream. 1568|The wind is a spirit with a song on his lips, 1568|The stars are coloured stones of shining gold: 1568|And they go round among the little branches of the tree: 1568|While the old heart on my bosom yearns to your eyes. 1568|The stars and the wind are dancing 1568|In the sky above 1568|And the wind is a ghost of colour - 1568|(A spirit with a song on his lips). 1568|The heart, my boy, that yearns to you 1568|With my words, 1568|Dances on stage, and the play 1568|Shines with its lips of colour 1568|From the white and the red; 1568|But it yearns and it yearns to your eyes 1568|That are so dear and true. 1568|The stars and the wind are dancing 1568|In the sky above 1568|That the heart yearns to your eyes. 1568|The wind is a spirit with a song on his lips - 1568|My heart is a bird in a tree 1568|And the bird is a spirit with a song on his lips - 1568|Singing a song of love. 1568|The birds of the air and the trees of the air 1568|Make music in all the note 1568|Of the song that my heart yearns to your eyes. 1568|(As a rose makes a song by the breeze in the rose 1568|That woos the soul with its perfume). 1568|From heart to heart, through the day 1568|Through the night, singing, singing, singing, 1568|Singing, singing, 1568|Singing, singing. 1568|My heart, it yearns to you, 1568|You in white, with stars in your hair, 1568|My soul yearns to you 1568|That are so dear and white, 1568|The air and the sky with love 1568|Are dancing. 1568|The wind is dancing 1568|Among the trees, 1568|And one of the dancing trees beats the air with a song of love. 1568|You are only a dream on the wind-stirred tree, 1568|And a bird and a flower and a soul, and a tree. 1568|My heart, to-night, it is broken by your dreams, 1568|Your dreams of love; 1568|But you go to the earth, and to earth comes me. 1568|My soul, to-night, I would know 1568|What will not happen, 1568|And then my heart would stir in the darkness 1568|Because it is yours--you are in your dreams. 1568|The moon, the moon, 1568|Was not always lovely in April: 1568|There are mornings when the earth is grey - 1568|And mornings when the sky is grey - 1568|When all the world is grey, and stars glisten 1568|Along the shadowy woodland paths - 1568|A witch of the ======================================== SAMPLE 8050 ======================================== 1418|I see the light of my mother's eyes 1418|The day that I've never seen or heard 1418|When first I stood alone - 1418|The day the little old house is left 1418|Where, in her hands, I used to play. 1418|I do not think of it in words 1418|And yet, it's just the same. 1418|It's still the same, the little old house 1418|And the new, and still the same. 1418|There is no changing it, the old, 1418|The old as the old that is gone-- 1418|It's just the same as now. 1418|I do not dare to look at it 1418|Though it's changed as much as I. 1418|The old the old will stand there 1418|And hold my hand still. 1418|I see the old as of old 1418|Even when I see or hear not 1418|What the old in truth may be. 1418|Not the true old, as we think, 1418|But the false old, as all men know, 1418|And the new, not the old. 1418|No, no, and never yet 1418|Was the true old; I do not know 1418|If it will ever change. 1418|But I doubt that I'm sure still 1418|That the true old will change. 1418|If it changed there must have been a thing 1418|To make the old change; 1418|If we only knew it 1418|How strange and wonderful 1418|A thing to change will seem 1418|When once one knows the change. 1418|We do not think much of change 1418|Yet it has come to pass that I know it most 1418|As if I had known it long ago, 1418|As I know change may hardly ever be; 1418|I stand alone when change is near. 1418|And still I stand . . . 1418|The room is empty as if by God's decree. 1418|The old is not there, 1418|The old is left still the same, 1418|In the old as it was long ago. 1418|It is the old as I remember it, 1418|It is the old as I can find. 1418|I wonder what the old may be: 1418|I wonder why it is the same. 1418|It may be that there is nothing new 1418|In a house which has stood so long 1418|And changed so little. 1418|We might see not as we used to see 1418|Where the sun goes down and the fog comes in, 1418|Or the blue sky curls and the grasses grow 1418|Upon the ground, and the blue sea waves 1418|Farther rise, and far out in the sea 1418|Blue spires of high water tower and fall 1418|Upon the ground; or the sea 1418|Lends about the house such an air. 1418|There is no sound 1418|Save the rustling of white leaves 1418|And the breathing of the wind. 1418|A grey-green house, that gives the impression 1418|That it is no longer so large and fine and warm. 1418|What shall I give it? I will give to-day 1418|One piece of furniture that may be used. 1418|If you think that you will be very old, 1418|Take a little room with a window on the top, 1418|With a balcony, with a bath, and a table, 1418|One lamp and a cup of sable drapery 1418|Which the sun has dipped with him in the sea, 1418|And will come again to wash it clean. 1418|There I will set myself, with little children 1418|And a great old man as my master, 1418|There I will live, without being cold, 1418|And be the master of my son and daughter 1418|For ten generations, if I am not mistaken, 1418|If I have a son and daughter to drive them out. 1418|Or if there be no one to be master, 1418|I will throw myself before the blazing fire 1418|Or with my servants walking by my side, 1418|Or in a small room by the wall, 1418|When the wind blows ======================================== SAMPLE 8060 ======================================== 8197|"God's blessing on the work we've done 8197|And on the lovely creatures of the earth!" 8197|As he spoke, along the valley's mouth 8197|I heard a voice crying 'Bless the Lord,' 8197|A voice singing 'Peace upon earth!' 8197|A sound of joy, a trump of doom, 8197|A voice that cried 'The day is won!' 8197|"But ah, it is for Gunga's dreadful son, 8197|Who served his father's will, who taught 8197|His race her monstrous birth and told all 8197|Her proud offspring--O the woful tale it told 8197|Of their dread doom. . . . One little hour! 8197|I saw a great race of women kneeling 8197|In haste before a lovely woman, 8197|The new-born of Gunga's hideous son, 8197|And with him--a proud woman kneeling 8197|Among her babes and baboons and sons. 8197|"Ah! she was radiant with unearthly light! 8197|The child of Gunga's hideous son, 8197|With the last glow of her great beauty blent 8197|With the gleam of her long unspent life, 8197|And in her eyes there gleamed the soul's deep truth, 8197|Of love and joy which never dies. 8197|"And she was pure as the shining skies, 8197|Sweet as the fragrance in the morning air, 8197|Of the women of the land of Gunga, 8197|With all the love of children, blent 8197|With the joy of life beneath the sun 8197|And glory of the sky, the sun, 8197|The radiant air, and the light of dawn; 8197|All the gleam of her body was the sky, 8197|And the pure sky, O women of Gunga, 8197|That was pure for you to look upon." 8197|Then wept the woman, and then smiled, 8197|And prayed and blessed the Goddess who had come 8197|With peace and love and laughter and light; 8197|Then came a momentary pause, 8197|And then we saw the monster and its babe 8197|With a terrible and evil glee 8197|Flinging the woman and laughing down at her, 8197|And all the lovely motherhood. 8197|But now I hear the shrill and keen cry 8197|Of the white moon-beam, that falls fast and long 8197|On the pale hill-tops of the dark green valleys, 8197|Where gleams the far white mountains and the sea. 8197|Then I am alone, and now and then, 8197|With the far light of the new sun's gleam 8197|I see the awful face of Gunga's king, 8197|And all his people, and the savage tribe, 8197|And see those monstrous eyes of his own mother. 8197|O Gunga, I am weary of the hills, 8197|The grass, and the shade of the great earth, 8197|The dark trees and the pale moon-clouds. 8197|I am weary of the women's laughter 8197|That is passing, and the women's words, 8197|And a woman's voice in the cold hills 8197|Mocking my sleep. 8197|I am weary of you, sad women, 8197|And of the sweet and bitter words 8197|When your lips have smiled, 8197|And when your hands have gripped and gently pressed me, 8197|And when loud through the dark hours of the night 8197|I know you have cried. 8197|"I love my sweetheart, O my sweetheart, 8197|I am with her day and night; 8197|The rain comes softly over the walls, 8197|The wind comes, softly; my love always comes, 8197|My sweetheart, my sweetheart, my sweetheart!" 8197|I cannot leave my sweetheart ever. 8197|All hours of the night I lie with her, 8197|And laugh, and eat and drink, and call her 8197|My sweetheart, my sweetheart, my sweetheart. 8197|"Oh! The red carrion that strews our hall, 8197|The night bird's songs and the red deer ======================================== SAMPLE 8070 ======================================== 28287|And, the proud-voiced wizard, spoke the foe, 28287|"See, thou child of God, I bid thee rise, 28287|And face the weapons, that the maid must know. 28287|This hand shall draw them, or the sword 28287|Shall cleanse thee of the blood on thy breast. 28287|Yet, since thy mother is an humble girl, 28287|And is a work of her rich skill to fix, 28287|And her poor son, a simple man, is young, 28287|She sends a maid from her fair house to bear; 28287|One that the child shall keep in charge, 28287|And keep it well under every kind. 28287|The other maid shall be a wand'ring sprite, 28287|And dwell afar off o'er the wide-spread earth. 28287|This day shall prove, if she has power to cheer, 28287|Whether my woman's wisdom can prevail." 28287|These words the daughter of the house will speak, 28287|And bid her house come up at once for fear. 28287|They will not huddle; the sword's drawn, and laid, 28287|But all the squadrons of the North are there; 28287|Asking the right of arms, and of distress, 28287|And of the battle which shall rage to-day. 28287|There are twenty squadrons to the right; 28287|There are twenty squadrons to the left. 28287|There are twenty squadrons on the wall, 28287|In every squadron there's one or two; 28287|The right wing to the right of it, and left to the left. 28287|There are twenty squadrons wide, and thick, 28287|And those that go to win their country's grace. 28287|Their banners proudly waved, they pressed before 28287|And held their ground, so strongly fought they the war. 28287|In charge of their army lay the house, 28287|On which they stood in perfect fortitude. 28287|The walls were raised high, and the barons stiff 28287|With their black steel were standing all their strength. 28287|'Tis the stout army's turn of victory, 28287|But now the foe, like beasts, are lagging slow, 28287|For victory is won on the field; 28287|The shield, so long in vain, is laid low, 28287|And the spear's path is free, while the steed's neck 28287|In dust and blood lies low and dead. 28287|The battle-field on its last sad night dyes, 28287|And dimly shines its dying light o'erhead; 28287|In darkness the dead lie sleeping; the day 28287|In death's grey shadows seems now withdrawn. 28287|The night had made them calm, so their sleep 28287|Had made them never wakened by the dawn, 28287|But, like pale spectres, as they slept, they seemed 28287|In sleep, but in their sleep a deadly fear 28287|That the young man and the maiden may 28287|Die, where the sword first held their life to gain. 28287|But now the day had broke its pall, 28287|And on the battlements of state 28287|The dawn was breaking with its light; 28287|At foot of the hill the village lay, 28287|In sight of Kirkait-ul-Naik; 28287|For miles about, its towers appeared 28287|Shrubs of saplings black as night, 28287|Whose shadows in the darkness grew 28287|Like the slow shadows of that sleep 28287|On hill side with one another. 28287|Like the wind by night, and like the sun 28287|On the lone hillsides of the dawn, 28287|A sound, a light, a song, arose 28287|From the town without a sound or light, 28287|And the song grew to a choir of wail-- 28287|That fell a wintry wind of woe, 28287|As steep the hills of KNAITEDIA! 28287|A band of wretches, half to dry, 28287|Sole at the forge, nor on their task 28287|Light fain, nor fain their lord to guide, 28287|Or turn the wheels of their black wheel; 28287|Of the dark-browed wret ======================================== SAMPLE 8080 ======================================== 13650|As though my legs were turned inside out-- 13650|Or maybe my arms and hands were 13650|Gone inside out! 13650|My tail-feathers, 13650|My eyes and ears and nose were inside out. 13650|My tail and my eyes were only outside in. 13650|If I should live to be a whole age-- 13650|A hundred years, I'd have all sorts of fun. 13650|I WOULD LIKE to sail the ocean blue 13650|Which winds around the sun-kissed earth; 13650|I would take early little steps, 13650|And I would walk all round the world; 13650|I'd have all sorts of sport, I think, 13650|Which to the children girls and boys 13650|Would make their hearts, as I do now). 13650|When the sea-bird has been swimming round 13650|And seen the wonders there below, 13650|I'd play the same again, I think, 13650|Though beneath me were the deep sea. 13650|There must be castles without a name, 13650|And walls of stone about each one, 13650|And gems and gold, and golden sheen, 13650|Which sea-nymphs wear every night; 13650|I would look at these, and sigh, 13650|And sail about the world, I think! 13650|THERE was a blacksmith once lived in a village. 13650|So he made all sorts of armour, 13650|He fashioned the spear, shield, helm, 13650|And the sword, and the hammer, and the tongs, 13650|And the wooden horses for battle: 13650|Then he went his way to his forge, 13650|And there he forged it every day. 13650|He walked bare-legged through the hall, 13650|He was smit with fear to see 13650|His neighbours sleeping, and the fire 13650|So very red, yet not a soul 13650|Would enter by chance; so he came 13650|With sleeping child beside him, that 13650|He might forget his pain and fear. 13650|And the blacksmith made him come, 13650|As if he were some mighty king, 13650|And all his work be brought about. 13650|He smithied long and hard, and then 13650|He bound his horse's ears about him, 13650|And in his forge he smote the ground, 13650|And he made a mighty noise; 13650|And up and down upon his knees 13650|He wept, and sorely he lamented, 13650|"I will not life this living pain! 13650|I will set my foot upon the earth 13650|And all the labour 'twill then bring me." 13650|So he set his foot upon the ground 13650|And saw all round him the rich ore ore, 13650|He thought it much desired--and gave 13650|It to his little daughter, 13650|And she put his ears into shoals, 13650|And for a crown herself she made. 13650|And thereupon they went a-hunting 13650|And they came from far and near, 13650|And they found a great cave, and thereon 13650|They burnt their hunger and their hunger's meat; 13650|And then they took the mighty ore 13650|And they bore away the richest hoard. 13650|The child's name was Fairy-Flit, 13650|Her name was Snow, and she was fair; 13650|And she danced, danced, danced round about; 13650|And all the other little folk 13650|In the merry month of May, 13650|"We'll play," said they; "let us play, 13650|For it is the merry month of May." 13650|And it was so; for it was May; 13650|And all the little flowers did spring 13650|Out of their beds, and every leaf 13650|Did climb, and climb, and climb about 13650|To see who might come the fastest. 13650|And there was running water, 13650|And there was running shouting water, 13650|And the horses all ran after 13650|The little Fairy-Flit,-- 13650|The race-horse, Snow, and the Little Knight, 13650|The burning Little Knight. 13650 ======================================== SAMPLE 8090 ======================================== 2294|That they were lovers. 2294|They had been long alone, 2294|Their souls in sorrows long, 2294|Where no good words could be 2294|Their glee: 2294|Where all words were hollow 2294|And no man knew, nor minded. 2294|One was a bard of song, 2294|One an ardent lover, 2294|One a soldier's soul, 2294|One a statesman's thought. 2294|The world was in the arms of Night, 2294|Their hearts and the world were one. 2294|Her lips were bitter to speak of; 2294|She took the flowers of youth and the love 2294|That was in them all; her hair 2294|Was wild and golden in the fire 2294|Of the midnight of longing and youth; 2294|Her hands were red as blood, 2294|Her brow was white as snow; 2294|She made a new world, and the world 2294|That is in her bosom was like the snow. 2294|With the wild flower and the flame of youth, 2294|With the joy of life and the hope of heaven. 2294|And her eyes were black and sad and strange- 2294|The dark eyes, dark with tears, 2294|The eyes of the dead moon 2294|That know no sun, 2294|Nor see the stars, nor hear the sea 2294|And the sea-tossed stars, the sea-tossed stars- 2294|They are deep with grief; 2294|With the heart's wild grief 2294|Of love, that wails a world that is dead. 2319|_For a Visit from the Artist_ 2319|At the Gate they met the Artist, the artist-a beaded and 2319|lucid face full of vivid, rich, luminous hair. 2319|"I have lived for half my life, and that I never shall cease to 2319|"Your face--and yours."--"There are no more faces, then, to 2319|"My life was a song which I never shall sing to you."--"Your 2319|The Artist looked at him, and smiled, and then looked at her again. 2319|"Or you shall never come to me, or my life shall never be 2319|"My hands are as thin as dried straw, my feet are as thin 2319|thorns that strew the path."--"And what of that? I have lived my 2319|"Then you shall never meet my eyes again as I once met mine."--"But 2319|never fear. You shall find me, though I shall never see you 2319|again." 2319|"I am the hand you hold when you shall sit in your chair, 2319|not to greet you, be sorry, but to please you."-- 2319|"I wish I understood you, sir, 2319|And made a hand of tender art. 2319|"I wish I were a man of song, 2319|With words to sing you out of your chair, 2319|And leave your heart--I wish it could feel 2319|My song, and know it were the same, 2319|And know that it was true." 2319|The Artist smiled again, and turned from the door. "You 2319|are right, my lady," he said; "I should have understood you 2319|better. You are right, though of a wronger kind I am." 2319|So she turned with her music, and sang a song of the 2319|I saw your face; 2319|I heard your voice, 2319|And knew what she meant 2319|By your smile and your eyes: 2319|It told me all you could say, 2319|I heard your sighs 2319|And loved your eyes, 2319|Eyes that I used to see 2319|In your beauty's book 2319|With such glad surprise. 2319|And as you laughed or cried 2319|I knew all you meant, 2319|I knew what she meant, though you seemed so far from it. 2319|When I am dead and gone, 2319|The flowers of my face 2319|I will put to bed, 2319|For I have loved you well. 2319|And my empty heart will smile 2319|Where roses never blow; ======================================== SAMPLE 8100 ======================================== 615|And to the battle, with no regard of cost, 615|Or other service, to his country paid. 615|So, one great day, till night, he from his course 615|Remounted, in that he sought not with that hand 615|Which had so well won France the world's applause, 615|Nor in his turn, returned to his own board. 615|He had not come, as we have heard, until 615|The fourth morning had returned its ray, 615|And the twelfth was at hand, where at his gate 615|They made their prey. That had the sanguine wave 615|More than matched the north, or less, that night: 615|The moon still shining weak and faint, did fall 615|Downwards to the ocean at the sound. 615|The duke in court, from every step apart, 615|The rest had left the forest, where they lay 615|Pursued by savage creatures, that along 615|The forest-way, with dreadful noise, did rave. 615|Of that, so many were there seen, that when 615|The duke perceived the forest empty, he 615|Cast himself, like one most hasty, to ground; 615|And, through the rage of his loud griefs, made fast 615|His lady and her maids; and thus he made 615|To those who were within his mansion round, 615|And told the woes he suffered with his dame; 615|As one, who in their presence is arrayed, 615|And to the table, and whom evermore 615|They seem to be about to take an interest: 615|The duke in court, and on the other side, 615|Had sent to that fair castle, with them, 615|Three of his men, and with a damsel more, 615|His faithful and loyal follower's hand, 615|Who in their lord's misfortune had resigned 615|Him for their own. The duke was not forewarned 615|Of that ill news before they made approach 615|To find his lady dead: nor knew they what 615|Their steps had ventured till they 'll arrive where 615|The knight was hiding; and, ere I cease to trow, 615|I will not pause for doubt, but to relate -- 615|A thing, to me, too curious, seems -- 615|That not a tear, not a shudder, found they there. 615|This was the duke and others of the band 615|That with Rogero journeyed to the shore; 615|Who, when 'twas known, the giant king possessed, 615|He, that was his master, slain his son, 615|In the same castle, and would have him freed. 615|Now they that in the forest-country lay 615|With the royal duke's men were passing fair, 615|And knew not -- were they told -- that royal maid 615|Who had to Paris been their hospitable bed; 615|For that she was the bride of one, and that 615|She was the bridegroom of another, said. 615|-- This if they were not mistaken about -- 615|Of such was the same lady; and, to prove 615|The rest, she took the duke's wife and his wife's, 615|And made of them the women she would have. 615|'Twere long to tell how long it was before 615|Their coming to the castle made alarm; 615|But time it would not lend, if yet, methought, 615|I had in proof, Rogero's lady said. 615|So that, at least, my tale in proof remained 615|To prove, that from a false report 'twas false; 615|And since that 'twas false, I weened to trace 615|The other error which that were, if they 615|Had thought that the damsel was not dead, 615|The damsel should have told herself dead, and not. 615|It was (the duke was there) who had forborne 615|The guests, but that he deemed the duke was one, 615|And that he would not yet possess the land. 615|The knights, by whom the duke, to Paris, was led, 615|Are gone, where he that lady is to meet, 615|To see whether he have given them in aid 615|The maiden in this enterprise, or no. 615|The duke calls up the Frenchmen in the band, 615|And these, when ======================================== SAMPLE 8110 ======================================== 15370|And that was what brought me to the barren 15370|Land where--but there I leave the details to 15370|The Reader's Surname;--while he was living, 15370|He began to think the world was made for him,-- 15370|And, in a fit of fancy, said the most 15370|Poor thing that he cared to think of, "I die," 15370|(For he must die, with all the world around 15370|In an ossuary,--he that lived "there,"-- 15370|And lived "there"--with an ossuary, 15370|For "there" he was too poor to live forever; 15370|And in a fit of fancy said "I die!" 15370|(But "there" was so far removed from _her_, 15370|You knew you'd get no sympathy from him)-- 15370|He went to Europe, where he made his nest, 15370|And got a salary--very respectable, 15370|As we might justly suppose, from his work, 15370|Unless your philosophy of life 15370|Was rather _do as you please_, 15370|And not at all upon the level of _mercury_, 15370|Because, no matter what other considerations, 15370|You never found-- 15370|And no one ever will. 15370|The world being what it is, 15370|With all its riches at the table, 15370|And everybody's wishes fulfilling, 15370|The world--how can it be otherwise? 15370|I was as happy as a king on the throne 15370|Of the country that is called my own; 15370|I have a sister dear, and I'm sure they're both 15370|Young and clever as can be, 15370|And I'll tell you--if you'll take the trouble 15370|To listen,--the reason why? 15370|The sister's a daughter of the country, 15370|And she takes it by the head, 15370|When it's much gone on the account of me, 15370|But it's much gone on with the child. 15370|And the child of my choice, I own it, 15370|Is cousin of the pair, 15370|And the niece that is niece of my choice 15370|So they'll take my wishes from here. 15370|But, as you understand, 15370|The niece is my daughter, you and I, 15370|And the daughter of the country is my friend. 15370|They happen each day to meet 15370|The two I mentioned before, 15370|And take a little joy at my expense, 15370|And so I go about life as I may, 15370|If the world's but a world of a story-- 15370|And I wish it all a funny one-- 15370|And when I'm grown wiser I will make 15370|The world as well as the story just mine. 15370|_"Who are ye?" asked the grey mare, 15370|"Who are ye, white stallion, hoarse stallion? 15370|How have ye fed the young goose, 15370|And bidden the grey mare give the name 15370|Of the stallion she had bred?" 15370|"I am not a mare's friend," 15370|Said the white stallion, "I am another's foe; 15370|Who are you?" said the grey mare. 15370|"You, as my vassal, ride beside me; 15370|I will not ride with you; 15370|But I have been with the young ones, 15370|And with strength that I dare not overleap 15370|The young ones have been free," 15370|said the grey mare, 15370|"We've been with them, both young and old, 15370|We've been with them both young and old; 15370|But you will have neither the stallion nor the mare 15370|And then the grey mare-- 15370|"And when you reach the fields," she answered, 15370|"We'll return again, 15370|And when you reach the fields we'll be bound 15370|For we have been with the young ones 15370|We've been with the young ones when they were young, 15370|And we've been with strength when we've been with the strong ======================================== SAMPLE 8120 ======================================== 29345|A boy without a woman and without his future--dead anyway! 29345|He's out of it already. But he says: "I had no thought 29345|But what was in this thing until I felt it in my skin. 29345|Just by the way I say you ought to understand 29345|The reason why I let you come here in the first place. 29345|You were going to marry me, and you thought I'd like 29345|To see a man I'd know more--you know my name's Jim-- 29345|Than any man else, and I say that in your plainest voice. 29345|But you'll have to come into one another's house 29345|Before you settle on your rights as a married man." 29345|And then they talked about what children is--he tells 29345|What a dreadful shame it is for parents to tell 29345|What a dreadful joy it is to have them when they're born, 29345|And yet, you know, when they say the things they do 29345|They mean them to some use, and sometimes, too, you see 29345|The child is never really quite what they think; 29345|And so he said: "You think I'm always so strict, sure? 29345|Well, why, when mothers think they hold us in the best, 29345|They screw us out of almost anything. And then 29345|We have to go the extra mile and use the rest! 29345|I'm sure, though, there's many a time I don't require 29345|The comfort gained by using my fingers so, 29345|While the mother's on her knees at daybreak to do 29345|The double duty of nursing and of bribing." 29345|I thought of all the times that mother and I have gone 29345|To do the baby things with jolly old Jim, 29345|And I heard the old man talk so plainingly of us 29345|That it seemed pretty much every night good night. 29345|And then, there was that little red-legged laddie 29345|That lived with us, and used to play a merry game 29345|With Jim and other children in the old mill yard. 29345|But Jim and I were both quite in a passion 29345|For getting Jim killed and buried in that mill-- 29345|And so we started to murder him at once. 29345|We found his bones with a stick and dug them up 29345|With shovels and bits of sawdust and a bit of saw. 29345|And then we did it and there was Jim's little body, 29345|And all our hate for Jim fell on the day of his death. 29345|Our plan was to break his neck, which we thought would strike 29345|The other people we could kill the best. 29345|We came and had a picnic with his skeleton, 29345|And the old mill-yard and the town were in the air. 29345|And we said, "The only difference now is 29345|We know better, and we know what good folks do." 29345|We had a barbecue in Jim's honor, too, 29345|And all the people spoke of us in terms of grace. 29345|And so the evil is gone and we've come to an end. 29345|It's funny you should ask me, since the end is near 29345|With this little baby and all my worldly goods. 29345|But if I asked, and asked it, I shouldn't care 29345|To know the reason why. It might be because 29345|The end would make some folks so sorry they could 29345|Stop me with "What did you leave to-day?" 29345|Some day I'll find out. 29345|At first I thought it might be true, 29345|They always say the year turns round-- 29345|Sometimes it's summer, sometimes the weather's fair. 29345|Now it's winter, if I stand in a row 29345|And look at the snow with the frost on my face 29345|And wonder, it's much the same as I've been, 29345|I only turn my head as much I turn away 29345|When the wind comes whist, and the trees fall to the ground 29345|And everything is covered with snow along 29345|The sides of the road and in the field and so. 29345|Then it's only rain, and the leaves are so green 29 ======================================== SAMPLE 8130 ======================================== 29357|When this beautiful land was first laid out, he was happy with his 29357|There were some who said that he was a poet, who said he was of the 29357|All our dear-hearted folks, the men and women who go to heaven, 29357|Come, let us go in our very best clothes, down to the barbers' 29357|to bed. 29357|It has always been the custom in this world, when a man dies 29357|"There is a great star, called the Sun, and its beam is all my 29357|"You do not know how great this thing is? Come here, come down to 29357|"What I care whether the star 29357|Be called _Iris_ or _Crimson Jill_, 29357|Or _Lusty Rose_ or _Maddow Jill_, 29357|Or you or I the scales will play, 29357|I'll take a lot of looks at you, for it is not right to 29357|"My dear little daughter, take a look at our friend, 29357|That is always about us, just like Little Baby Joy." 29357|When the child is brought to bed, you may bring your own 29357|children to bed, 29357|For you can keep the little house which we are going to fill, 29357|Or you can go and live with your father and mother. 29357|"I know you will be good, good little daughter, 29357|I have seen you carry a great deal of things your mother did, 29357|But nothing so wonderful as this doll of ours." 29357|The dear little girl would not look at me, 29357|But looked at a doll like myself, 29357|And I looked at my own children, all a-rolling about, 29357|And wishing to make a fuss. 29357|When we came to bed-time, I went in for bed, 29357|For that was my habit for the night; 29357|When she turned me out of my bed, I got into my bed, 29357|And lay on my back for most of the night. 29357|In my hat I was sleeping, with cords in my hand, 29357|And my rags half over, in the great damp; 29357|But, still as I rolled myself out, I would dream of a doll, 29357|In a dress as pretty as any. 29357|And always at night out I went by the fire, 29357|To meet my dear little children at their play, 29357|When I saw them a-running so very funny, 29357|They never saw me so pretty. 29357|Oh, I wish I was such a pretty child, 29357|That I could make myself up in such queer ways, 29357|With my toys and things, and the finest milk-and-cream, 29357|To match with my pretty doll. 29357|And if my dear children's ears should become too small to hear, 29357|I think I can play at that time with my toys, 29357|A-rolling about on my little dolly-top, 29357|And pretending to be very wise. 29357|Oh, you are always going down hill, 29357|Your back is turned to the road; 29357|Your little legs are in clearest, 29357|And then you don't walk at all. 29357|You push about for joy, 29357|But it's always to your shame 29357|That trees with branches wide, 29357|And bushes tall with flowers, 29357|All call you "father" too. 29357|If you have nothing more to tell, 29357|Don't mention another boy, 29357|But tell them I brought you a basket. 29357|Here is a little book full of pretty things, 29357|That's called "The Little Book for Fanciful Children," 29357|A book all white, and just big enough to hold 29357|Some pictures big enough for Uncle Jim, 29357|And all the old books that Auntie May has made, 29357|And made, with lots of other toys for me 29357|To do without, 29357|All by ourselves, when we are free, 29357|In ways that children do not dream. 29357|Let us be happy! I hope we are, all, 29357|And happy as books, for children's gladness, 29357|That read ======================================== SAMPLE 8140 ======================================== May thy future come, 39496|Or, by the world undone, undone, 39496|Be what thou hast denied to men; 39496|A truth unshaken as an arch 39496|Whereon the world has no part; 39496|A thought no less to be believed 39496|Than once to be believed a lie. 39496|But, if my true tale should ever be 39496|Waked to a universal lie in time, 39496|Think not that I shall lack a reply, 39496|When my grave lips speak of thee no more. 39496|In the long ago, in the long ago, 39496|In the land where no men go to pray, 39496|In the land where no man steals to save, 39496|With the white lips of the singing child 39496|On the gold of the waving grass; 39496|So in the long ago, in the long ago, 39496|In the land where the gaunt bones are old, 39496|I dreamt there was a babe upon my knee, 39496|And I asked her who it was? 39496|"It was the babe that never was born," 39496|She said, and laughed out, "because 39496|It was never said who was the father, 39496|Or who was the mother of that strange, strange child. 39496|"O, it was strange, it was strange," she said, 39496|"That child, it was strange my father was dead! 39496|In my home by the sea from the trouble of man 39496|Heaven be praised that the mother gave not him away! 39496|"O, my mother," said I to myself, 39496|"In your garden there is no child that is nameless, 39496|"For I've watched above my knee so long 39496|That the little leaf was red indeed; 39496|And the mother, she sat at the gates of the place 39496|And she sang and she walked and she talked. 39496|"And the words of that strange child were strange, 39496|And the little baby that in the window is sleeping, 39496|And the words that were born of the strange child's words 39496|Were not born of the child of woman or child at all." 39496|"O, my mother," said I to myself, 39496|"To your garden you've little thing, 39496|And the words of the stranger child none ever knew, 39496|All have been said of a strange, strange strange child. 39496|"O, my mother," said I to myself, 39496|"And O, my mother, you know, 39496|In the land where the gods are the gods alone, 39496|When the gods are the gods alone, 39496|If he had been a child of man's flesh and blood, 39496|And born a child of man's land, 39496|And come to the place, come to the place, 39496|And cried on that strange, strange stranger child, 39496|'Take my hand and hold his hand, 39496|And lead him to the place where he was brought to, 39496|And never, never, never would I hold 39496|Thee by the hair again!'" 39496|And the mother she sat at the gates of the place, 39496|And the red lips of the child were still, 39496|And the mother-in-law of that little one 39496|Was the great old lady of Loo, 39496|A woman who had lived all her days 39496|Ever and ever as a woman. 39496|But O, the baby's eyes that they were blue, 39496|And the baby's bright eyes that had lights in them! 39496|O, the baby's feet that they were white and green! 39496|And the great old lady of Loo was dead, 39496|And the children came from the longeless town, 39496|And a very great way down the long road 39496|Lay the land of Loo. 39496|A little, very little person 39496|Came by the road and saw her, 39496|Saw her little face and said, "Mother!" 39496|And she asked the old lady, 39496|"Where did you get that look in your eyes 39496|When you saw your poor mother's face?" 39496|"The same look came in mine," ======================================== SAMPLE 8150 ======================================== 26|Thence to find out the people in the place 26|Where I abode, and with the beak pursue 26|And groping of the woods and undergrowth 26|Pursue still, until the noise of them I tire. 26|This said, he broke the bridge, and down did plow 26|In the stream below; and in the fall 26|Found I t'other end; there, hid with him, he thought 26|As well of him and me as of the rest 26|Of his squibbing company; and there we spied 26|The whole wide world in one, as he predicted, 26|A vast, open, marshy sea; and as we ran 26|To find, the water, as predicted, fell 26|At his words of warning. We stood abashed, 26|For both were old, and of some affliction: 26|For us there was an unseen pressure older, 26|Which held us backward, while of him the might 26|Of the great world had power to suppliant; 26|And for his wisdom, we should profit more, 26|By having him with us, than having none. 26|Yet, being hither, and belonging hither, 26|We had cause for lamentation: for he said, 26|Whose name is known to none, even to me, 26|That I, whom this most desolate place beholds 26|Rearing her babe, in after days shall bear 26|A race of men from me: O Father, now 26|Adverse to me, and severe on my babes, 26|For radiant hope of joy to labour for, 26|Shall I be recompensed with bitterness? 26|Thus I lamented; and in him my loved one, 26|Thus I lamented; and of David's seed 26|A son was born me, and I smitten, Heav'n! 26|He beheld the earth red with blood of babes, 26|And beheld infernals flight, a wondrous rout. 26|Mean time the mother, when the babe, who lay 26|Beside her, ran the streets among the throng, 26|A stranger to her native soil dismay'd, 26|A man unsold, unsold, a vagrant wand'rer. 26|For this unknown David paid me well; for now 26|Theirs is the credit, and the meed of it: 26|This I shall take, nor fear the blame of it-- 26|His blood, and mine, and hers, is one; and so 26|Thou, O thou Son of David, thou shall bear 26|A reputation to the city for it. 26|He ended; and the Queen her sullen look 26|Changed into a tender smile; then spake 26|Her grown-up men: "Thou art our comfort now; 26|Our chiefest comfort, and our chiefest pride: 26|But for that which thou art come to bring, 26|Come now, and have thy wish and will unmixt." 26|Whereto her answer'd David, whereat 26|Her fathers foremost with a happy laugh, 26|"Achilles!" they cried, "the second is greater 26|Than thou: what knows Patroclus of the dead?" 26|But he, with face to earth and head reclin'd, 26|Stood at her side, and thus her plaint renew'd. 26|"My son! my slain chief! I lament thy race 26|And all thine own cause: But come, full gratefully, 26|Assist my desolation, that I may 26|Breathe out my spirit, and lament myself 26|And all my race! my very life depriv'd 26|Of joy, and all the sweets thereof; my feet 26|Are on a road, which yet as far as life 26|Erewhile seem'd; but, Patroclus! let me go 26|Before my death, lest ere I come, I miss 26|Perpetual life and sight of all my good." 26|He scarce had ended, when return'd his men, 26|A thousand nets prepar'd in full score, 26|Each with ten strings, hung up in airy row, 26|In long array: the thought of death conceiv'd 26|That man, although sole host of Gods, was now 26|Hosts of Gods, and in a league of peace 26|All allied farr off; warmbl ======================================== SAMPLE 8160 ======================================== 1568|In which, at the foot of his castle tree, 1568|He sleeps within his castle; then he sighs, 1568|And turns it over and over for the day. 1568|And it is not for nothing, when the night 1568|Has brought him sleep and sleep, that he has sleep. 1568|"Why, I have seen, when I came to be 1568|Died so to-day, 1568|Men with the faces 1568|Of the beavers that lived under the sea. 1568|And the light among 1568|The reeds upon the riverbeds was like a star. 1568|And we were all of us, 1568|And we went to a kingdom, through a green path. 1568|And I was the young son 1568|Of a king old and in his sombre age, 1568|And the king was his wife, 1568|And the river was water; 1568|And the king sat in his gold throne and spake 1568|Of the little boys at the end of the hall. 1568|"Nelly, Nelly, Nelly," said the king--he smiled 1568|With his beard on his breast, 1568|"The wind blows over the sea without our hearing. 1568|It is the old King's thrush that makes his twitter, 1568|And he shall be whistling still." 1568|And the next morning Nelly she heard the thruster 1568|In the low green woods go baying in the dark. 1568|And it was the king's thrush, she knew, 1568|Making his twanging at her heart. 1568|And all her tears came down the wind like rain, 1568|As in the night; 1568|And Nelly saw the old iron fence of the road, 1568|And the gates so high; 1568|And she saw the fence, and the iron gate, 1568|And the white road all white and dark, 1568|Winding onward, winding over the plain, 1568|To the sea; 1568|And the eyes of Nelly grew wet with tears 1568|As she went: 1568|"Ah, never," said the king, "'tis the King's thrush 1568|Who makes his twitter so." 1568|But Nelly felt the King's thrush at her heart, 1568|The gates clanging loud, 1568|And the night winds crying; 1568|"Let us go in," they said; "let us go in!" - 1568|She could not look on his face. 1568|"Why should we stay?" he asked; 1568|And the crowd came in the dark, 1568|And swept by the iron gate, and whispered one,- 1568|"They let us in," she heard. 1568|But Nelly had no eyes: he had no tongue, 1568|And, all too late, 1568|The old grey King was dead and buried her, 1568|And the little children were gone, 1568|And the long white road 1568|Turned black to black and white, 1568|Winding onward, winding over the plain. 1568|To the sea. It is the king's thrush 1568|That makes his twittering, 1568|Making his baying in the low dark night, 1568|"Let us go in!" 1568|And the little children, coming down by the bridge, 1568|Cried, "Mother, the sea!" 1568|And she answered, "Father, the sea." 1568|Then, in the deep dark sea, 1568|The thrush went bailing 1568|His song up, sobbing 1568|To himself, weeping: 1568|"If we had children we should fear them; 1568|God, why should they fear us!" 1568|And the last cry, "Let we go in!" 1568|Was the thruster dying: 1568|"Mother, the sea!" 1568|The black road winding through the wood 1568|Seemed the same as yesterday. 1568|But when they reached the far wood end, 1568|There it wound, dark as shame, 1568|To the last bank, to the last tree; 1568|And the children were fast through the wood. 1568|And when they reached the tree, and ======================================== SAMPLE 8170 ======================================== 2819|I've been to sea. But if I did, 2819|I wish--I wish that I had died. 2819|I wish, by all the good old ways 2819|Of fair Great Britain, I had died! 2819|I wish I'd stayed upon the moor; 2819|I wish I'd stayed in London town; 2819|And when I came back to Ireland, 2819|Oh, had I been--an Irishman! 2819|I wish that I had stayed in bed; 2819|I want to be on the sea and air, 2819|With a coal-black sail and a blue bell on. 2819|It's an easy thing to be gay: 2819|Lie on the beach and let yourself curl up, 2819|While the waves rush by you, white as chalk, 2819|And the sun strikes down, with an undertone, 2819|On a bed of sea-weed. 2819|Lie there and let your hair do the singing, 2819|And your bosom swell and ache for the sand, 2819|And the sand, like a woman, rise and sink 2819|Against your naked breast. 2819|And your lips, a-breathing slowly and brent with sighs, 2819|Like two flags on the shore. 2819|And when the sun goes down, and the shades arise, 2819|You will lie there, a-lone and warm, with your face in a shroud, 2819|And the sand between you and the sun. 2819|I was on my way to the Fair, 2819|And a-driving along, by the road's last bend, 2819|A-laughing at the air of things and men 2819|Who laugh and giggle till they choke, 2819|Came a man, one half in love with ease, 2819|And half a-drifting on the dark. 2819|He was wearing a long, loose fur hat, 2819|That held a straw-weight, o' the brim; 2819|And his beaver-tail it hung low, 2819|Drooped just below his chin, and hid 2819|The point of his nostrils, like a beard; 2819|His broad, black nose was long, and sharp, 2819|Like a sword, very keen and neat; 2819|And his teeth flashed out like a pair 2819|Of hooked, yellow, little eyes. 2819|The man put on his best, and smote 2819|With his fist on the brake of brakes, 2819|And cried, "My merry companions, 2819|Hurry, lest this innocent goose 2819|Should suffer some grievous punishment." 2819|So at once the horses started away, 2819|One at a time, with halting gait, 2819|Swift as a flash, at a man's yell; 2819|And the first one who drove safely past 2819|Kept his nose just in front of his; 2819|And he said, "Let us, once again, 2819|All by common right, drink and smoke!" 2819|So away they flew at his shout; 2819|And I see them flying still, and still 2819|At my own. But you might have caught one flying past. 2819|"I say, where _do_ they come from? Say, where 2819|Is the last one flying by?" 2819|"I cannot tell, but he's far ahead, 2819|And that scares me," said I; 2819|"For I like the last one the best. 2819|I know I'm not the first man to drive, 2819|And I'm sure I cannot be the last 2819|To answer his challenge, for I've driven. 2819|"If this be not a tournament, 2819|And this a sporting contest, 2819|Where I can win and he can lose, 2819|And neither be a fool nor drunk-- 2819|Yet, I'll give a score on him." 2819|As for myself, I began-- 2819|For I could not have learned worse, 2819|And neither could I have taught-- 2819|But I started well and ran, 2819|And I ran till I ran; 2819|And you'd have been dizzy, dear, just how I kept so! 2819 ======================================== SAMPLE 8180 ======================================== 2732|To see this scene of joy, 2732|But the sun set 'twixt me and the bride. 2732|When I come back from Rome, 2732|I shall bring her no gifts, 2732|I shall bring her no flowers 2732|Upon her lap. 2732|I shall bring her no song 2732|From bards of Greece, 2732|Or song of angels in heaven, 2732|But she shall have only this, 2732|That there was grace. 2732|For I have heard them sing 2732|That they were come from her 2732|Who is all things to all men, 2732|And all things have for me! 2732|But when I come from Rome, 2732|I shall bring her all gifts, 2732|I shall bring her flowers and words, 2732|She shall have only this, 2732|That there was grace. 2732|A Poet in a Garden singing. 2732|Oh, love was sweet! Oh, love was fair! 2732|The world was all a-flutter, 2732|Oh the world was all a-flutter, 2732|As I loved my love singing 2732|In a lover's bower. 2732|A lover's bower there was 2732|'Neath the hawthorne where she lay, 2732|And my love was more mine 2732|Than the world was at that time, 2732|And the world was so small. 2732|There might a prince be born, 2732|There might a bard be seen, 2732|And I, my love, would sit 2732|Near the dear love-light. 2732|There might a bard be known 2732|Whom my love ever wooed, 2732|And the praise of him thus wooed 2732|Were a worm at the root. 2732|There might a bard be sung 2732|And a poet-tune placed, 2732|And I, my love, would sit 2732|Where the poet's song was sung, 2732|With the poet's feet nigh. 2732|There might a bard be sung 2732|And a poet-syllable, 2732|And I, my love, would stand 2732|In the poet's place. 2732|There might a king be born, 2732|There might a prince be seen, 2732|And I, my love, would sit 2732|In the great sovereign's place. 2732|There might a king be born 2732|There might a prince be seen, 2732|And I, my love, would stand 2732|In the gilded place. 2732|There might a king be born, 2732|There might a prince be heard, 2732|And I, my love, would sit 2732|Where the monarch was sung, 2732|With his helmet on his head, 2732|And his hand upon his sword. 2732|There might a king be born, 2732|There might a prince be heard, 2732|And I, my love, would sit 2732|In the gilded place. 2732|All the world was glad, 2732|And the singer was in praise: 2732|And I, the singer, said: 2732|"I sing of joy, 2732|Of love and roses red, 2732|Of love and the dear-bought dream 2732|That for me there's yet to be 2732|In a land beyond the sea." 2732|And the lark sang loud and long: 2732|"There is joy, and there is love: 2732|The earth is merry, the sea 2732|Is glad, is happy, love. 2732|"Oh, love is wonderful 2732|And wonderful the sea, 2732|And the sun too sad, sun sad, sun, 2732|Is glad, is happy, love. 2732|"And the sky sad and glad, 2732|And the dew sad and happy, 2732|For the dream that cannot fail 2732|Is glad, is happy, love. 2732|"For we two and love dear, 2732|We sing from a world of song, 2732|From a world of joy at last, 2732|And love, and a world of flowers." ======================================== SAMPLE 8190 ======================================== 24869|Of his fair form the glittering gold 24869|Of every wrinkle and line, 24869|In splendid gold, on every part, 24869|That every eye might behold. 24869|The lady of the lotus eyes, 24869|Still smiling, looked on Ráma well; 24869|Thus by the wise and pure of heart 24869|Was each fair shade beguiled. 24869|Ráma’s feet with delight were stirred, 24869|And thus the lord of Lanká spake: 24869|“My lord, be gentle and benign 24869|To all my friends, good lord, to thee. 24869|And if, O noble one, in thee 24869|Be kind and thoughtful as I am, 24869|Thou art, as I suspect, a foe 24869|To sin and wrong who reigns in heaven.” 24869|Then Lakshmaṇ, reverent of the bride’s 24869|Invisible lord, of all his friends, 24869|To Kekaya’s lord the chief addressed: 24869|“Come, for his sake, and lead the way.” 24869|Then Ráma gave assent, and, led 24869|By the monarch’s word, he hied. 24869|He sought the city well supplied 24869|With food and raiment on a car, 24869|As though on this side and on that 24869|Bhadrak’s lofty gate he neared. 24869|Canto CIX. Lode 24869|Thus Ráma reached the gate and stood 24869|In joy in presence of his friend. 24869|With Lakshmaṇ and with Viśvámitra, 24869|With friends who knew their lord’s intent. 24869|They drew the car and with a sound 24869|Raised it upon the royal seat. 24869|Then Kekaya’s lord addressed the four: 24869|“Thou saint, O King, a pleasant word 24869|My presence to thy guest should speak, 24869|With grace and honour to engage 24869|And grace of friendly bearing.” 24869|Thus had the king his words rehearsed 24869|To Viśvámitra, bright and good, 24869|And Lakshmaṇ, who with reverence, speed, 24869|The noble Ráma welcomed as 24869|A pilgrim of the household race, 24869|And Sítá who in form and view 24869|Was fair and lovely, as is May, 24869|And lovely, as in bloom of bough 24869|Red rose in Spring’s ripe prime he saw 24869|Fair as the light that lights the sky, 24869|And gentle as the sky above, 24869|For Sítá, when the king she met, 24869|From her bright eye the tear was seen. 24869|Then Lakshmaṇ gave his answer there, 24869|In words like these, to Viśvámitra: 24869|“The good Ráma welcomes thee.” 24869|Then Viśvámitra, as the words were spoken, 24869|His mighty arm around her threw, 24869|And gently by her side he placed 24869|In her warm arms the charming queen. 24869|She, when her lord with joy was seen, 24869|The queen, her brother’s wife, embraced. 24869|She who each graceful grace displayed, 24869|Each noble grace combined, wept. 24869|And Ráma who before her stood, 24869|Felt for his heart the passion seize. 24869|“My brother Ráma,” thus she cried, 24869|“Whose life and death a grief beguiles, 24869|The king, like mine opposing, slain 24869|In his dear darling’s arms I found. 24869|My lord’s sad fate my grief beguiles, 24869|And while the light of life remains, 24869|To-morrow thou, O Ráma, view 24869|This lady’s life, and her bright eyes: 24869|For, Lakshmaṇ, to the lady’s aid 24869|Thou art with Sítá ======================================== SAMPLE 8200 ======================================== 1958|Beheld that the very man was gone, 1958|And from his mouth was there no sound. 1958|That other, too, was gone; and I knew 1958|That his wife left in the house, 1958|That she and his children could not stay 1958|Within their home, for fear of maimed or wife. 1958|And then the maiden, whose heart was heavy, 1958|And yet whose words bore witness of her woe, 1958|Whose eyes writhed with anguish, yet she answered not: 1958|"No; you are gone! Oh, no! you are not gone! 1958|When you had spoken your farewell for ever, 1958|I thought in heart I would not see it; 1958|But now you are in my arms and I lie 1958|For comfort and for comfort, day and night! 1958|Oh, no! not you!--not in this house alone, 1958|Not in this country, not abroad!" 1958|This thought in her heart she bore; 1958|She lifted up her head, and she answered: 1958|"Oh, no! a mother's prayer was in my heart!" 1958|A little while there was to be stilled, 1958|And in those words was the last prayer, 1958|She had heard in such sorrowful silence: 1958|"Oh, no! not you! for I know I am not! 1958|Nor yet I have heard what you were like, 1958|Nor, when you were happy, I have known it." 1958|It was the third day of the nights, 1958|And the night was closing down: 1958|And she, from those quiet hours, 1958|Felt the strong night-dew rise. 1958|She was alone, and the stars, 1958|In the east, did make merry; 1958|All the earth with life was rife: 1958|And she knew on the fourth deep 1958|She was not alone. 1958|As she from her windows looked 1958|Full solemn she heard the noise 1958|Of her household--on, on they came: 1958|Pipin and honeycomb 1958|Went for to bathe; and they too 1958|Dipped their hooves in the sweet water; 1958|Each one stirred and scampered; 1958|And the mother's heart 1958|Tossed full high, and the child's 1958|Laughed on, as to see and love the play, 1958|And then it rolled and laughed again. 1958|The water was high, and the streamlets, 1958|That up from the river 1958|Rain in many streams, and play in the glade, 1958|And sometimes scatter clouds, 1958|Was overflowing, and it was full of foam;-- 1958|And the fish that were caught, 1958|Though they were very small, 1958|Had, in the deepest place 1958|Where they were found, been drowned. 1958|And the children saw it, and they spoke of it, 1958|And with them came sweet voices: 1958|And they said that they would stay and see the play. 1958|And now it was day-break, and the waters of the river had 1958|entered: 1958|And the fishes made a wonder-working show, 1958|With their shining heads; and the bees 1958|Hoped to be rich in the bloom of the summer-time. 1958|And so the little maiden 1958|Drew out her soft-haired maidens, 1958|And they stood around her sweetly, 1958|As she walked by the way-side; 1958|And her eyes were always filled with love, 1958|All the while that she watched the play: 1958|Her speech was simple yet frank, 1958|As she said in rapture this: 1958|"Oh, I long to be a playmate for my mother, 1958|To sit and watch, and hear the music of her voice! 1958|But with what joy I must see my sweet daddy 1958|And the children so happy! How they each go dancing, 1958|And dance round and round! It is a sight to see!" 1958|And she turned to the window, 1958|And she watched the water flowing ======================================== SAMPLE 8210 ======================================== 21011|The wench we see--no pouting lip or cheek 21011|Is painted in the bright, soft, rose-tinted eye: 21011|But with a face that looks as if she feared 21011|A little cold, the little snowdrop she; 21011|And, when the little sun-bloom fell within, 21011|And he and she had vanished together, 21011|She looked the worst of all the lot of them, 21011|Being, as she believed, a sightless thing. 21011|Yet she would go, if I would not take 21011|Her hand, and let her out: for oft and oft 21011|I'd find her in the darkness in the room, 21011|And wonder what she was, and what she meant. 21011|I could not help but wonder, as the years 21011|Poured on the weary years their hard, heavy rain, 21011|Whether some one had found me out at last, 21011|As other lovers had: I found her out! 21011|I never have been known to turn and give 21011|The hand that was not mine: I never told 21011|Those stories that the world would never hear; 21011|I never sought to win her mind, nor sought 21011|To win it with the ways I used to seek. 21011|I had no little cause to blush and murmur-- 21011|Oh, I was always so near to one! 21011|And when she had forgot herself to-day, 21011|And found her self again in some good man, 21011|I felt an alien, as when you forget 21011|A master in your home, the most elate 21011|I ever felt did come of any grace, 21011|Beyond your own. And then, I could not know 21011|What other days had left her free and fair; 21011|The one dear hand I held so coldly, dear, 21011|Would now be taken for a living fee; 21011|Yet I was happy, and she never knew 21011|The grief, the fear. Her spirit was above 21011|Those days, and that no little while will last, 21011|Even in the world that knows not, nor can bless, 21011|The past. 21011|Yes, we are here together now; 21011|No longer we are separate. 21011|We can look in each other's eyes 21011|And see each other plain. 21011|You look no more emotion, 21011|You speak no less astonishment, 21011|No longer you are frightened; 21011|What have you to say to me, 21011|Now you are with me here? 21011|We are not strangers together-- 21011|We had changed before our parting!-- 21011|And you are here alone. 21011|We have a life of separate ways, 21011|The way which hurts the least; 21011|The way which is the shortest up, 21011|The way which is the longest down, 21011|The way by which the day is worked 21011|Then I had found the home 21011|I had sought so long for by path and by 21011|And all my life's good days were here, 21011|My pleasures, my dreams, my dreams, 21011|To-day not here, but in another sphere. 21011|And here, where I was weary and sick, 21011|To-day was rest, and I have found it here. 21011|I felt the presence of his presence, 21011|As when you saw him face to face, 21011|Your soul in peace and joy would swear: 21011|You do not know, you do not know! 21011|So many years ago: 21011|I still may feel your heart 21011|Turn to me from hours that are gone, 21011|And years that are to be. 21011|The last time we looked together, 21011|I did not see again 21011|The sight of the beautiful land 21011|That gave me life, and you. 21011|You did not see the sunrise, 21011|Or other beauty there, 21011|And the white clouds, and the silver snow, 21011|A thousand thousand miles away. 21011|The only time, you did not see 21011|The first star gleam through the air, 21011|Or ======================================== SAMPLE 8220 ======================================== 24815|For his dear sire, the King of Heav'n, 24815|The King from whom all blessings flow, 24815|And whom he gave the firstling-- 24815|In a land the world has never seen 24815|Is the good Doctor Stowe; 24815|A peerless physician, with great skill 24815|And a most excellent soul. 24815|So to the field of death he came, 24815|By his dear sire he was slain, 24815|Who, his only wish, the world might know 24815|Were gone to his everlasting rest. 24815|The happy day was passed, and a breath 24815|Shone, like the sunshine o'er the wave, 24815|When the dying hound the body bore, 24815|And the doctor's spirit to the shades below. 24815|The doctor's spirit was taken thence, 24815|And he left the earth, and died unknown, 24815|In a land afar beyond the suns, 24815|When his good wife had buried him. 24815|Now, on this fair and pleasant spot, 24815|Where to the south the trees bend low; 24815|Near where the gentle rills and brooks 24815|And little murm'ring brooks and rills, 24815|Doff the rude forest's thorny hedges; 24815|Beneath the shade of the long-spread oaks, 24815|Where the sweet-brier, in summer green, 24815|With its purple flowers, is hung in air, 24815|The doctor lies; 24815|He was an English peer, 24815|A wise old man, 24815|Of knowledge more than celebrated; 24815|An elder well to many a renowned, 24815|Who in years like his own age have been 24815|In history and eloquence famous. 24815|And by his side, in the open air 24815|The patient old man sits as in scorn, 24815|Rejoicing in a warm and gentle heart 24815|Which he has found so happy and dear; 24815|The patient old man, and by his side 24815|The patient hound, are both to him more dear; 24815|For ever they look on him as one 24815|Bestowing charity as his due. 24815|When he comes to the house of death, 24815|And the heart of the dying is heard; 24815|When by the warm and breathing air 24815|The blood so long convulsed and bled, 24815|Is seen once more the struggling breath, 24815|He bears for the living, for the dead 24815|The patient hound; 24815|His eyes brim full of tears and grief, 24815|Nor more he can say; 24815|And for a whole day he sits and weeps, 24815|In the pleasant shade of the old tree-top. 24815|And when the cold winds of repose 24815|Have swept the sighing air, 24815|And all the weary shades of the night 24815|Have to their restings made; 24815|Then at the dawn's approach he comes forth, 24815|And feels the gentle hand 24815|That o'er his dying eyelids slowly sets 24815|And bids him rise. 24815|Oh! how fond is his heart for the hound, 24815|And how blest his soul with the hound; 24815|For the hound is the cure of his age, 24815|And the man, I ween, is well. 24815|It is not a pleasant thing for me to think 24815|That my heart's refreshment will never be repaid; 24815|From the moment that I put my hand in his hand 24815|I never shall more see him, at church or at feast. 24815|I'm very content to be left his sole delight; 24815|It is something that is not at all in the way, 24815|To be left to him just when he puts out his eyes; 24815|It makes me very rueful, and it makes me sad; 24815|And I think I can never be happy again. 24815|For there are all times too much lovers and too few. 24815|You love too much, John, and your feelings are strong, 24815|John, I know, and love too much are we, John; 24815| ======================================== SAMPLE 8230 ======================================== 2130|(It may be) to the sun, 2130|With the light, of his own fire; 2130|As, with a sun-stroke, he was made, 2130|When he came in his own ray. 2130|He said: "Forgive, O King of men! 2130|Forgive, O brother of the South!" 2130|In your eyes, ye did look cold, 2130|And your hand was weak and poor, 2130|When a man's love is but a lance, 2130|When your feet are weak and weak; 2130|The South was strong, but the South 2130|Is not strong enough for me! 2130|The South had his wars no more, 2130|His troubles no more I bear, 2130|When I fear I am too much with you 2130|For my strength or my right, 2130|I would give my blood for you-- 2130|What though you be wrong, I bear it; 2130|The South's a mighty tyrant, 2130|And you must be slave or die! 2130|"I would have slain you, I would have broken your heart, 2130|But you are so lovely, so gentle, and oh, 2130|I had forgotten everything else, and the sight 2130|Of your great brown eyes and your body so fine 2130|Seemed, through all the strife, to melt back to an end. 2130|Ah, the years are but young and the love is so strong 2130|I could do anything and yet could not stay: 2130|I would have died, I would have broken, I would have loved, 2130|But all the love that I had was in you alone! 2130|I would have slain you, I would have broken 2130|But all the strength I had in your body was yours, 2130|You must have lived, give all, get no kiss from me! 2130|"The sun has gone from heaven and the night is near sore: 2130|The stars are one in their glory, and oh, the sky is blue, 2130|My heart is heavy, the earth is green and the sea is sweet, 2130|I cannot sleep, I feel a strange pain in my breast, 2130|A bitter cold shiver runs down my back from my feet to my hat. 2130|But I dream of your hair, I dream of your shape so fair, 2130|I have seen you with men, I have heard you sing my name. 2130|Your eyes, your mouth, your every form are in my dream still. 2130|And I have tasted your life, and the bitter cup it bore. 2130|Ah, but you come not back, the cold stars over the sea 2130|Cannot freeze me when I am changed like you, your dear shape." 2130|"Thou fool! to-night my heart's a furnace, its fire is gone. 2130|To-morrow it will burn, and then must I lie as before: 2130|The sun will shine on my corpse and the wind, and the rain 2130|Upon my head, and a little wind will cry 'Him lie here!' 2130|And I shall sleep the weary nights and weep until the morn." 2130|"The night is black with snow." 2130|Then, a little glancing over his shoulder, 2130|Stood he, a bold, young man. 2130|He looked upon her with a look of pity, 2130|But spoke not to her, but held his gun, 2130|And fired a glance that pierced the night, 2130|And she laughed lightly out among men, 2130|And cried, "The night is black with snow!" 2130|The last words his lips that he loved so well 2130|He lifted from his gun and breathed in her face, 2130|As he said, "Be cheerful now, my wife, 2130|I shall not see you again for ever: 2130|The sun is bright, the stars are clear in heaven, 2130|And life goes forth among the living things. 2130|And it is dark in my body and soul, 2130|When I look on you, when I see you, 2130|And see you stand in your old beauty so fair, 2130|With hair that flows in the wind and stream, 2130|With eyes that melt in my soul to the very soul 2130| ======================================== SAMPLE 8240 ======================================== 29357|An' you must let me know! 29357|My name's Annie Hollanan, 29357|I'm a pretty little maid; 29357|I don't know much of rhyme, 29357|But 'twill sound well on yer mind 29357|To make a pretty picture. 29357|I'm a shy, pretty maid; 29357|I don't say nay to toys; 29357|I'd a dozen, maybe more, 29357|In my house, the things you see; 29357|But I will wait and keep my smile, 29357|For some day it'll be a boy. 29357|My name's Mary Hollanan, 29357|I'm a nice little maid; 29357|I'd name you twenty just for shame, 29357|If I wanted just five: 29357|But sometimes when I'm in a mood, 29357|I like to hang about, 29357|And sing a simple song, and sing it 29357|So loudly, and pretty, and free, 29357|That, if I only sing my song 29357|While the things just above me lie, 29357|Who now, alas! are shadows! 29357|My heart it really will go 29357|To the little boy or girl 29357|Who's in my arms when the dear little one sleeps. 29357|For when he's wakened my pretty dolly is at my heart, 29357|And when she wakens will see me at her window there; 29357|And she always smiles--she is the prettiest dolly, you see; 29357|Her face is like diamonds, her eyes like beaming sunshine, 29357|But ah! that pretty smile when she's sleeping is cold. 29357|My little Mary Hollanan is my baby; 29357|But the baby's God's adorable little Miss, 29357|And I think when I kiss Him, that baby, I'll think 29357|Of Him a beautiful good-bye and a good-day to'think. 29357|Then good-byes, fair sweet Miss, you may kiss 29357|In your little little little boudoir where 29357|You may be a picture, and I may be a drawing; 29357|You may think of sweet Mary, and I think of dear Anne; 29357|Or of Mary's bonny little bird, to me it sings; 29357|Or I paint her, and you may see it by its feathers 29357|In the meadow, I'll say. 29357|O'er my head in the brier 29357|Waving the brier, 29357|Waving the brier, 29357|Waving the brier, 29357|My little finger-nails, 29357|In a bundle, 29357|Bundle, bundle, 29357|Bundle my curls! 29357|Bundle up my curls! 29357|I'll sing you a song to keep you young, O my pretty little maid! 29357|O all dressed up in a little white petticoat, with a red heart inside; 29357|"O deary me! dore't you see? my baby is on the way, as I hear_. 29357|O little white parterre, what will you do for the day? 29357|I will bake you some kettles, and I will do other lovely things. 29357|You'll be so naughty, the little cake will only go to eat, 29357|And you'll eat it as naughty as little boys do every day. 29357|O look at him, little parterre, what a pretty looking! 29357|His little hands are always folded in a little kirtle-band; 29357|His little feet is on the counter, so shiny and neat with glee, 29357|O look at him, little parterre, he is very little in the dust. 29357|He'd like to be a soldier, that's very plain and as brave as he. 29357|He'd like to be a cook, I'll be bound! his little mouth is to kiss. 29357|We wish him a biscuit and a slice of the loaf, the best we can see. 29357|And we'll give her a feather as a token of our kind sentiments. 29357|And so happy as he's grow, 29357|And so wise as he's grown, 29357|The world's a laughing thing, ======================================== SAMPLE 8250 ======================================== 3295|From the palace's hall, that in the sun-ruddy rays, 3295|And in the silence of the still midsummer night, 3295|Shines on the palace walls, I saw a youth there stand, 3295|With eyes of deep and loving ardor that shone, 3295|Wherein were burning, for the love and truth of him. 3295|And with joyous words his hand he lifted, and said: 3295|"Sweet son, O hale and hearty one! thy voice I hear, 3295|Whose voice my soul and spirit filled with gladness ev'n 3295|As when of long-lost youth I heard it once, 3295|When first I knew how love had filled my heart. 3295|Thou'rt well--there's the cause of it; but who shall name 3295|What thing hath brought thee forth, nor with what eye survey 3295|The face of aught that thou hast seen? 3295|Not aught of thee, thy voice nor speech, but all, 3295|Is the reason of my heart, but now, behold, 3295|I find the fault and blight of everything. 3295|What shall I care to call the fault? In him 3295|I can look in all the faces of the earth, 3295|And find one who hath done him wrong aforetime 3295|No matter how, no matter in what hour, 3295|Nor in what way. There is a time and place 3295|When a man may shine like thine, or he may shine, 3295|And look like thine--or live and die no less. 3295|But now I see how all things fade and die 3295|In their own beauty, by their very power. 3295|And thou art gone! who art left to be my life, 3295|And I am left, like all who live and die, 3295|To cry the world no less a man's duty, 3295|If I see the good in thee, not the bad, 3295|Or in thy death, call it sin, which is its due; 3295|And to the world my curse upon it bear, 3295|And say, "I give thee but love, O man! 3295|I give thee but life, O man, thou brute!" 3295|Therefore mine eyes were blinded with my tears 3295|To find thee, yea, the world alone may find, 3295|Yea, the world's love, thou whom I love not yet, 3295|I whose eyes love not, in thee, alas, hast found." 3295|But she: "Thy curse on it, thou woe! 3295|And woe on thee, thou woe! But not alone, 3295|But in thine own eyes that have beheld 3295|What death and I, alas, might love thee so, 3295|Nor know thine own soul what death hath made. 3295|Not only because I loved, the while, 3295|In the thought that thou wert beautiful, 3295|And loved thyself that thou wert the cause 3295|Of thy love, my heart's delight, my wife. 3295|But because of all my joy and sorrow, 3295|All that to me thy love hath given, 3295|That I of thee wert more than life, more than death." 3295|"Thy curse, my lady, on it be--if death 3295|Will take me hence, and leave thee in the grave! 3295|O, come, thou soul to whom I could not cling, 3295|O, come, thou body, that I loved, to thee! 3295|For thy face looks over my death, I know, 3295|It is more than thou to me, though thou art dead. 3295|Yet, though thou be dead, I'll watch my life 3295|And love thee truly in my last farewell. 3295|Take not away, take not from me those days 3295|Of joy and life, nor the bright days of thee, 3295|Those days I lived, those days of laughter, lies,-- 3295|I'll watch thee in thy shroud when Death's great dawn, 3295|And smile to think how I will wake in thee." 3295|From that day forth a shadow lay upon 3295|All love, which only then had life, and sense. 3295|The shadow ======================================== SAMPLE 8260 ======================================== 1568|What though I say 'I, too'? 1568|Thou wert wise to sit and wait, 1568|When the storm of life was high; 1568|To gaze on the bright stars and feel 1568|The earth expand as she grew 1568|More mighty than the sea; 1568|In a calm of love, like the sea, 1568|When the tempest and the rain 1568|Were hushedly at the base of life, 1568|And the sky was calm and bare 1568|Of all that is unsaid; 1568|For thou couldst, with the sun's strong heat, 1568|And still see thy woman's breast, 1568|And, with her eyes, his golden soul; 1568|Then, too, with the eyes of me 1568|From which I learnt love's secret; 1568|With the sweet witchery of her smile, 1568|Like the light of summer night, 1568|And, with her soul, with the soul of her, 1568|That watched o'er her from the grave; 1568|With the soul in her lovely eyes, 1568|Like the angelic light 1568|That watches on the angels when they climb 1568|The Heaven of God in the skies; 1568|Though I, at once, must ask for bread 1568|For thy soul whose body is the star 1568|Of the soul's night over thy head, 1568|Whose body is a star. 1568|Or, say, if thou shalt seek at last 1568|A golden wife to take thee home, 1568|To keep one golden flame alight; 1568|And, like a butterfly, she blow 1568|A kiss to thy soul and thine; 1568|Thy soul has caught the taste of bliss 1568|And flies on wing and takes thee home. 1568|What if, at last, in the hour of bliss, 1568|A gold-girdled wife shall be thy guest, 1568|And thou thy wife, like a bird a-singing 1568|O'er the joyous world where things are blowing? 1568|What if, when the evening comes, and thou 1568|Laughest at a golden marriage-feast, 1568|Though the heart be a gold-girdle to thy 1568|Ears, and thy soul a gold-girdle to the 1568|Lovers, and thy bride a golden bride, 1568|Thou shalt hear afar the songs of a star 1568|That is listening for thy coming, singing a song, 1568|That all the worlds shall hear? . . . 1568|Or, what if the bride-bird that is laying 1568|His wings on the star of his marriage-feast 1568|For thee, though he know, in the heaven above, 1568|That they are a-tingle for ever and ever, 1568|Shall flutter his wings, and die to-night 1568|In a golden grave, with nought between? . . . 1568|The world is wide, and God's own thoughts are good, 1568|And thy wife is a golden star, I trow, 1568|To shine in the hearts of God's own thoughts, 1568|And waft thee from His thoughts to the skies. 1568|I would be fair and sweet, my love, 1568|But to-day is like a flower - 1568|Tempting the heart, and smiling dust - 1568|A rose-red garment to wear. 1568|Oh, bright my soul is as a flower, 1568|And dark as a rose-red veil! 1568|It shines and blushes on me, and yet 1568|I would be bare and dark at night. 1568|To-night is the night of my desire - 1568|I am so weary of to-day, 1568|I dare not look within the dark 1568|As I sit by the burn-side bawling. 1568|I see the moon rise from the dew, 1568|And hear the quick music of her breath; 1568|The sun beats on the hill, as I - 1568|A naked, sun-tanned, wind-disheveled rag - 1568|Feverishly am forced to wait. 1568|My heart is weary--stagnant ======================================== SAMPLE 8270 ======================================== 8672|Whose very love she shared 8672|When she had been his bride; 8672|And what a joy 'twas then 8672|To sit by his white hearse 8672|And hear the words he said 8672|Before its wheels were out, 8672|And look his winking eye, 8672|As he took leave and went away. 8672|They said 'twas very nice 8672|The morning her husband returned. 8672|What a jolly life, how gay! 8672|How quickly life could well pass away! 8672|Whither would you roam that day? 8672|For he went where you could go, 8672|And the children and the wife were gone; 8672|And I can only think 'twas the fault, 8672|If it weren't for the old gray man. 8672|When the sun shines most clear, 8672|When the air is fresh and calm, 8672|And the rosemary bush is gay, 8672|When the children are at play, 8672|When they'd leave their toys and play, 8672|Take them, and come with me, 8672|We will learn to play together. 8672|When our cottage door is wide, 8672|When the summer moon is low, 8672|Children play round us, three, 8672|Children, now they love us well, 8672|We will be as good as good can be. 8672|Children's fancies, childish wise, 8672|How we all forget and play 8672|When the sun shines bright and gay, 8672|And they never are sure of light. 8672|Happy hearts, and happy words, 8672|Children love to hear and speak, 8672|Happy hours, and happy words, 8672|Children all have been found true. 8672|Happy words and happy toys, 8672|Happy play and happy hours, 8672|Happy here, and happy there, 8672|Where we always were and are. 8672|And every day at early dawn 8672|A child at our window goes, 8672|But the sun shines out now as well, 8672|And the grass grows green along the way. 8672|Happy words and happy toys, 8672|And the dear new-married bells 8672|That ring from day to day, my dear, 8672|And all the girls and all the boys. 8672|To their play and to their sleep 8672|Little Mary goes, 8672|While we sit in the sun and sing 8672|Happy words and happy toys. 8672|In the wood that grows by the stream and 8672|Where the hawthorn bloweth, and thistle hearts 8672|Shine with sun-dried dew, 8672|Little Mary is lying alone 8672|There by the hawthorn tree. 8672|And her brother is gone hunting, 8672|Singing in the bramble hood, 8672|Thistle flowers and hearts of clovers 8672|Are the light of her eyes. 8672|Happy hours, with smiles and music, 8672|Thistle play and flowers in grass, 8672|And the hawthorn tree, that bloometh 8672|Happy words and happy toys. 8672|She toilth still, though the sheaf is lengthened: 8672|The sheaves of old time grow 8672|And the sheaf of future years 8672|Grow long as they be fruitful: 8672|And the hawthorn tree is full growing 8672|Of a world for her soul. 8672|Happy hours, with songs and laughter, 8672|Life grows long for her, 8672|And our days are all full of pleasure 8672|And full of bright things. 8672|Then she thinks awhile that she art old, 8672|And her days are all full of joy and peace, 8672|And the years roll slow, 8672|While the hawthorn tree grows long on high 8672|With many hours of light. 8672|She toilth still, and we pray for her strength 8672|To stand up to to-morrow's task,-- 8672|To-morrow's joy or grief,--her youth or age, 8672|Of to-day or to-morrow's earth. 8672|The to-day is all ======================================== SAMPLE 8280 ======================================== 2130|The day of judgment atoned shall be, 2130|And we shall see with justice the whole 2130|Duty of sons to their great fathers done; 2130|For 'tis the custom, as it ought to be, 2130|To hold them close to their native land 2130|Whereby in vain they might be taught to boast. 2130|The last and most grateful sacrifice 2130|Is, that from such a heritage they may 2130|By a stout faith to stand by their king, 2130|But a rock-born defiance against all! 2130|I am resolved, and I must do 2130|As they would have me do 2130|In a very manly way 2130|When I reach the land they love." 2130|Thus he spake, and bared the sword 2130|Down upon a horse's back. 2130|"There was a great and mighty king 2130|Possess his country's name; 2130|The people all obey his word 2130|And give his name the thanks 2130|And he is lord of war whereof 2130|"He is called by names of fear 2130|"But the men obey his word, 2130|For we have heard the tidings 2130|That he goes about 2130|With the thundering hound and the hound 2130|Of the Lion's foot: 2130|"I am sure he is come to woo, 2130|And I will do my best 2130|To make him come indeed, with sword 2130|And with horse's hoof and shoe. 2130|"We give him our lives to save, 2130|And our lives, our husbands' lives, 2130|So he may wed the maiden fair 2130|That is so very dear! 2130|"If I be beaten by the king, 2130|With a worse fate I shall not care! 2130|In my breast I shall not pine, 2130|As many do in Spain, 2130|But I shall wear a crown of stars 2130|On my brow, and a golden chain 2130|To tie round my throat! 2130|"If I be slain by my king, 2130|I am sure we have not killed well: 2130|I shall not care if I die 2130|There or in Germany, 2130|For I shall wear a coronet 2130|For my crown of golden hair, 2130|I should not care a hair!" 2130|So he spoke, and he gave way, 2130|So the man spoke to the man! 2130|But they heard no more, for it was 2130|So the king's words were said; 2130|So they kissed him, and he gored 2130|His head and gored his breast, 2130|And he bore away the crown 2130|Of his golden hair; 2130|But the golden hairs grew white, 2130|And they fell from his head below, 2130|Like the snow-flakes in the sun, 2130|And the gold was gone. 2130|But the King spoke to the King, 2130|And the King commanded him 2130|To bring thence the head of that knight 2130|Whose death the tale reveals. 2130|"O God most just, most merciful, 2130|And King of all the human race! 2130|Here is the body of his head; 2130|Let all things take the shape 2130|That the tale shall be fulfilled." 2130|The next day at twilight the King 2130|Took from his high-roofed tent 2130|The dead man's head, and bore thereof 2130|The shroud, his crown, his coronet. 2130|Then the body to the morn arose, 2130|And the mourners laid before the tomb 2130|The fair-girdled leaves that crowned his hair. 2130|"God's day has come, and night is here! 2130|The time has come when we must die! 2130|We give our lives, we give our all, 2130|And God hath crowned our souls with pain." 2130|Then they knelt before the tomb, and prayed 2130|To the Lord, "Thou that stilleth Thee, 2130|Let us forget thy sorrow, thy pains, 2130|His mighty ======================================== SAMPLE 8290 ======================================== 1229|And I was very tired and very sick; 1229|I lay upon my back, and heard the rain 1229|Drop, drops, drops upon the window pane. 1229|In the middle of the night I awoke, 1229|And found myself in my room with fears; 1229|I did not know if I was dreaming, 1229|And when I looked around a misty cloud 1229|Crept out of the window; then,--there was mine. 1229|A minute's peace, ere I slept; I woke to think, 1229|And found myself awake in the morning; 1229|And suddenly I found myself awake, 1229|And all alone in the chamber with a clock. 1229|It seemed a strange and splendid clock, with bright hands, 1229|And hands of gold, and little feet of pearl, 1229|And hands of blue and hands of turquoise-shell 1229|In the midst of them, and in the center pearl-cored, 1229|And hands of amber all round. I looked at Tom. 1229|And he said, "The clocks in Paris sometimes chime 1229|But never in the country like that in France. 1229|I scarcely know the words to praise them overmuch. 1229|They seem more like gods than human beings; they 1229|Make the stars shine, and the clocks in Paris chime 1229|Just as they chime in the West. There was a time 1229|When my life was a single moment like a river 1229|Laying its foundations and a flood shall rise, 1229|And there shall flow forever, but no deeper in 1229|The earth than this, though it be the last and wide; 1229|For the river is a thing that leaps up out 1229|Into the sky and fills the heaven with light. 1229|And so I am, though I have lost all feeling 1229|And no more strength than a little fish with wings 1229|Struggles up to the wave. And so I am. Yet, 1229|Though I am nothing now, yet I am not forsaken. 1229|I may be a thing of beauty which was a man, 1229|But which is now a thing of sorrow of heart 1229|Who was a friend to men, and now a foe. And if 1229|We call this sorrow, this forsaking, a thing 1229|Of art and prophecy, and none other knowing 1229|Than how the clock in the window chimes, forsaking 1229|The world of art and the world of reason, 1229|As well may be compared to a sea that falls 1229|Into the sea that forms underneath it. There 1229|Is the sea, and on the sea its waves are rolled. 1229|There is the sea where all things have their birth, 1229|There is the sea of all things, and there falls the dew; 1229|And this is the sea as of the whole world. 1229|And there is the sea of dreams, and there the sea 1229|Of all dreams and sleep and death, and there is the sea 1229|Of man's soul, and there are the many springs 1229|That range from one shore to the other. And now 1229|I am the sea as of a new sea of waves, 1229|And the storm as of a sea of storm, and man 1229|As one who cannot know the sea of storms 1229|With all the heart of a child. So I am forsaken." 1229|So we sank the clock -- "Tom," said she, "my name's 1229|Nanci, and I am a little housekeeper; 1229|In another life I used to fill with books, 1229|But now I am a housekeeper in this, 1229|And so I'm gone to pay my duties. If 1229|One were to look back to when I was still 1229|Lying on the shelf that faces me, one would 1229|Not see any face like that, not Nanci at all -- 1229|Excepting only Sally Mann, and then 1229|She was my wife, and now I am the wife 1229|Of Mr. Smith, and Mr. Smith is Mr. Mann -- 1229|The one and only Tom Mann; and I'm the same 1229|As ever I want to ======================================== SAMPLE 8300 ======================================== 16452|Proudly in manly manly array. 16452|As when two hosts of bolder foes 16452|In battle met, and first in force 16452|Their host, the victor champion o'er them 16452|Opposed, or to the battle-tribe, 16452|Where fierce in arms the heroes fight, 16452|A third at their side appear'd not long 16452|The thronging hosts that at his approach, 16452|Held high the shields of Mars and Jove; 16452|The sons of the Olympian summit, 16452|And those of fruitful Lycia far remote, 16452|And those who dwell where Celaenus' heights 16452|Span their far-extending dales, abound 16452|In all the various arts that charm the ear. 16452|But now from out his hollow shield, 16452|Idomeneus, full in sight, the son 16452|Of Telamon clew'd him, from his side 16452|Bending also. He, thus armed, with eyes 16452|All agog, stood ready prepared 16452|To make the conquest; for no less 16452|He fear'd to take the prize, than if himself 16452|Had won it, and in glorious triumph had 16452|Stained with his spear-wounds his father's arms, 16452|And thus with boldness he incited him. 16452|Ye sons of this Atlantean rock, 16452|And, Gods, ye deities, who dwell around 16452|In your own seats, your arms ye now may give; 16452|But if ye want the ample brood, 16452|And want them more than human kind, 16452|Take all your brood from off all the earth; 16452|Yet let them not be wasted; from his shield 16452|The Thunderer yields the lion's prey, 16452|Not alone, but at the call of Jove, 16452|And all for whom his golden tongue 16452|His wonted office, to all belong 16452|His subjects' pleasure in the birth of sons; 16452|So when with gifts the Thunderer has spilt 16452|And made his gifts, we shall in arms advance 16452|The bravest and the strongest of the Greeks. 16452|Then Phoebus, whose aegis swept the skies, 16452|And bright Aurora's bow her arrows held, 16452|With rapid step advanced. From every side 16452|His ample flank extended to the field, 16452|His ample front he clasp'd, with arms outspread. 16452|Then Mars, in manly costume, first he view'd, 16452|With his bright beak his hands before him cast, 16452|And him the radiant god embraced, and said, 16452|Hear, Neptune, for I am thy mighty mate, 16452|And for thyself an equal share of bliss, 16452|A gallant infant to my bosom borne. 16452|Jove made him answer; but the God, in form 16452|A monstrous lion, with his brazen fangs 16452|All blacken'd and white, a lion of a might 16452|He assumed, full strong in battle-fields. 16452|And now, with eager pace, the monarch came 16452|Now on the left, and now on the right, 16452|And now, when at the ships his sable steeds 16452|Were well-nigh spent, and he had reach'd the fleet, 16452|At once, with his dark-tress son he stood 16452|With both his hands outspread, and thus began. 16452|My noble sons, and well-loved Phoebus, hear! 16452|The god, in human shape, of whom ye seek 16452|Him, now, on yonder hilltop stands revealed, 16452|And will to-morrow, to the utmost line 16452|That surrounds the host of Troy, himself 16452|Of all you now behold, the first in arms 16452|And bravest of his race, avenge and save 16452|Thy father's wrongs, nor leave him in his fall. 16452|In you I pledge my faith, and in my heart 16452|I feel my courage, all my hope I feel, 16452|That if we in the hour of danger fail, 16452|A son of mine will ======================================== SAMPLE 8310 ======================================== 11351|From old-world legends, 11351|As though he'd forgotten 11351|The wondrous story 11351|The tale of the Mermaid Inn 11351|When, like a fairy, 11351|The Mermaid came 11351|To a castle deep and fair 11351|In the sea-fog. 11351|She looked a ghost, 11351|As she gazed down the long, long street: 11351|"What am I but some elemental change 11351|Born to this lonely city here?" she said. 11351|"Am I the ghost of the wind and wave 11351|That once, in some fairy dream, was dry 11351|And free, unswayed?" she asked. 11351|Then she smiled at the long street's load of grief 11351|And sorrow, and smiled at me, and sighed: 11351|"What am I but a strange new sea, 11351|Made free from ocean's strife?" 11351|"O, what," she said, 11351|As she kissed me on the eyes and hair, 11351|"It is not fear that has made you come 11351|So far, away, to live in my heart?" 11351|"Not fear that has made me come, at all." 11351|So I turned and went in, and all the while 11351|I heard old voices whispering near: 11351|"O, what is all this wind, so still 11351|And bright, and light, and sweet?" 11351|The wind that, years ago, 11351|Went whistling up the land 11351|From out the sea it was; 11351|And, by the light it brought to me 11351|From out the sea, a face I knew,-- 11351|A face I knew,--a face I knew,-- 11351|A face I knew, a face I knew,-- 11351|A face I knew, a face I knew. 11351|The clouds were thick and dark; 11351|Above, below, all was dark 11351|And shrouded in the dark. 11351|The wind was whistling up the land, 11351|And whistling, down the street, 11351|All in the night. 11351|As if the city's heart 11351|Were crying out for something to save, 11351|The little windows were open wide, 11351|And all the other windows rose, 11351|Rounding the door with their blue glints of light, 11351|And breaking the silence, and the sound 11351|That choked those still, deserted rooms. 11351|"O my love, my little love," she softly said, 11351|"Thou art gone like the shadows in a glass. 11351|The clouds are thick and dark." 11351|And then with a sob, 11351|Her tiny hand on his tiny one hand, 11351|Her lips quivering,-- 11351|She sobbed sadly, sobbed greatly, 11351|Then turned away: a tear, a sobbing tear, 11351|Rained from her eyes, and fell upon the carpet; 11351|The little shadows came and sat with folded hearts, 11351|Striving in vain toward her memory: the wind 11351|Blows everywhere, and the wind is strong. 11351|I saw thee last 11351|In the morning,--thou my tiny love,-- 11351|A lovely little shadow 11351|Floating in the sunlight over her, 11351|Where she lies hid and warm. 11351|I knew thee first, 11351|In the afternoon,--thou my sunshine,-- 11351|A shining bird with many a blush 11351|Upwafting thee from morning 11351|To the sunsets of June. 11351|I knew thee last, 11351|In the evening,--thou my shadow,-- 11351|A lovely, wandering shadow 11351|In the twilight, wandering. 11351|Thou art gone, 11351|And I am alone, 11351|O sun, in the summer twilight! 11351|On the hill-side, in the forest, 11351|I saw thy shadow shining 11351|By the lake when the wind-flower 11351|In flower-time blossomed. 11351|I know thee now: 11351|In the morning at noon 11351|I saw thy shadow floating ======================================== SAMPLE 8320 ======================================== 8187|And, if she's to go on, in her pride she'll 8187|Go full whiter than the morning. 8187|But you, dear one, I must be gone. 8187|And, ere I go, I'm sure some day, 8187|When we're seated, you'll be forgetting 8187|This is no such _grandeur_ as she is! 8187|Oh, dear, I feel it all over, and I 8187|Have suffered more than you can conceive; 8187|To leave thee now would give me pain too, 8187|Like the last drop that's left of summer spray. 8187|Yet take my blessing as my last farewell: 8187|A change like this, dear heart, 'twill surely prove. 8187|Thy name hath ne'er a meaning, when I see 8187|How pure and perfect is thy happiness: 8187|Tho' proud to think I owe thee such a debt; 8187|As proud as proud, to let thee live at will 8187|And think of thee and this poor heart of mine. 8187|In this thy lot I cannot tell the range 8187|By which thy happiness is to be moved. 8187|How proud it must be to know thou _would_, 8187|Would live and think of thee _would_! then come-- 8187|My sweetheart, come! she was most perfect, too-- 8187|She lived and loved and gave herself to me, 8187|And now, my love, she's all the world to me! 8187|In vain I strive to shut the opening door 8187|That leads to her unfathomed paradise, 8187|And wait till she should take her last farewell 8187|And leave me heartless, longing, in the tomb. 8187|Oh, had I, like the proud moon, a star 8187|That she might bend from heaven to shed 8187|Her light on all my gloom, while I were sleeping; 8187|A star of love in heaven, I should shine 8187|Like her upon thy dear and loveless love-- 8187|Oh! then that light, so pure and crystal-clear, 8187|Might wipe the dark from all the doom-born minds 8187|That wander here, like me, by night and day, 8187|And make the dark once more their own heaven here. 8187|And once again all nature should awake 8187|And see her true beauty in the face of men; 8187|For, since she _was_, they _were_--as pure and tender 8187|As that moon o'er the sea which shines so bright. 8187|As purer shone the sea-born moon around 8187|Than had my dark-eyed maid, so brighter shone 8187|Her bosom, than her smile that shone so clear 8187|On all that round her lay, who, if heaven's light 8187|Had blotted out, still shone as bright above. 8187|"She was kind and kind is she, dear love, 8187|And so kind that you could have loved her more 8187|Than heaven had meant you for. 8187|"She's as free as any who dares live 8187|In this wild world, and if you could have told 8187|The whole story, would it have been less dread? 8187|No! no! it needs not be told! so still 8187|Her freedom, as so free, she is, she's _my_, 8187|While, for what is yours, I think, is mine own. 8187|"When you went from home we could not tell 8187|The reason whence you came--your ship was wrecked 8187|Or else, in wantonness, you spoiled it at sea. 8187|Or else by storm, of which we are unaware, 8187|And which, in our own heart's depths, has made you ill, 8187|Made you, in the night, not yet remember'd lay, 8187|But drowning all but love's pure passion there, 8187|To murmur on, and murmur in a moan. 8187|So you have gone; but we, if we but knew 8187|What you are, and how deeply love hath found 8187|Its furrowed brows where it hath first been shed, 8187|And how the long and laborious day 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 8330 ======================================== 28375|For 'tis our right, the which God has not forsaken, 28375|To look on death and look on heaven; 28375|Nor do I doubt He fears not this, who gives 28375|Thee, earth, a name, which thunders in thy scorn. 28375|The day is dying, and the way of rest 28375|Is rough, and soon must come thy wish; 28375|O tell thy face! do not this hour ask, 28375|Nor in thy present woes complain. 28375|Thou art my man, where'er I go, 28375|My joy, my life, my praise, my all. 28375|O let my friend, who in my soul doth dwell, 28375|Gently, with a gentle loving smile, 28375|Gently, thy short absence take, 28375|And visit me at this season's hour. 28375|When, thou whose life is bright, 28375|Death is a stranger in mine, 28375|A far, a strange, a stranger shade. 28375|Then let me, when thy soul 28375|Ascends to the realm of rest, 28375|See thee without a frown 28375|Go floating down the skies: 28375|And if an angel's wing 28375|Be in thine ear--then thou'rt welcome then. 28375|I am thy friend; and, when I love, 28375|When my soul runs to meet thy view, 28375|That love, which life's warm waves hath made 28375|To glide in silver bands about, 28375|I am thy friend, then kiss the sky, &c. 28375|I am thy friend, then kiss the sky, &c. 28375|When I at thy sweet smile glance-- 28375|When to thy dear face mine eyes I turn-- 28375|I love am with that fond fond thirst, 28375|Which, when they see a living flower, 28375|Makes them in love adore the bower. 28375|With that fond thirst I love am, &c. 28375|When thou hast so much on earth to bring, 28375|Then let thy spirit wander free; 28375|Like a little water in spring's lap, 28375|Let me this wealth of kindness lend. 28375|When thou art too much with me, then kiss 28375|Thy bosom's end in my own; 28375|For then we leave our sorrows here, 28375|And all our griefs go out--which leaves us both. 28375|This will not move us then to move, 28375|I then am glad, and thou--alas!--sad. 28375|Alas! while life is yet 28375|Made up of hope and fear, 28375|What is there that can give Death 28375|His death for better or for worse? 28375|But Death's the one thing most in fashion, 28375|That, by most, he is most welcome; 28375|As the sun doth most parch the dark, 28375|Thou, too, dost with his fiery breath; 28375|When by fire or cold--I mean 28375|When thou dost burn, or when thou cool'st,-- 28375|Thou art to whom we most may name; 28375|Thus 'tis with men; Death's the one thing most in fashion. 28375|Thou, who art thyself so kind, 28375|Waking or sleeping, keep 28375|Things that are best in thy soul. 28375|Haste to the world's head, and then 28375|Come, let thy soul with haste 28375|Go forth, and seek all things there! 28375|Let this world's trouble be! 28375|Thou art the head of a kingdom-- 28375|Thou the head of a state-- 28375|Thou art the head of a nation, 28375|Thou art the head of the world! 28375|When thou art gone, 28375|When thy soul returns 28375|To thy body and to itself, 28375|Dull will be the whole world! 28375|In this world, where such things be, 28375|What dost thou to us? 28375|When I go hence and leave thee 28375|I shall wish to come again, 28375|To thy self, and love thee most; 28375 ======================================== SAMPLE 8340 ======================================== 29345|Some are left behind to wander here and there 29345|And sometimes lie dead at the feet of the world. 29345|And some are gathered there by a careless head 29345|And left to weep, alone. 29345|And some are gathered there 29345|By the first cold snow, or one shall feel 29345|Some other cold as sudden as the first, 29345|If the first should die away at the first, 29345|And the first come to a quiet way. 29345|Then the last few leaves 29345|Are burned into ashes, and they stand 29345|Like the dead spirits of the world of old, 29345|With no living ghosts behind them to shake 29345|Our lives with fear, or cast us back at last 29345|To the old, old things, and no fresh joy to lend. 29345|You will know what I mean. 29345|You will know what I mean, 29345|When my voice comes on, and when I go, 29345|And you find your own heart broken by the years. 29345|You will know the sadness of the way these words 29345|Were spoken by a father's love in his child's eyes, 29345|When the mother heard the voice of the dead 29345|And knew there was no father in the place 29345|Where she had made her boast, and the first tear 29345|Flowed from her eyes and the last laugh laughed out. 29345|The mother had no doubt, at least to her life, 29345|That the child was hers, and all she had missed-- 29345|The world's strange wonder,--was her child. 29345|"You will know?" we hear each other. 29345|It is so long ago. 29345|And the first is a garden where the rose-red 29345|And the last is the blue-green of the sky. 29345|In the garden, as in dreams, she lies alone, 29345|With stars about her like a mantle wrapped 29345|From the head to the feet with a golden ruff 29345|And a silken scarf that the moonlight streams 29345|Over. 29345|And we talk and we talk in the garden of dreams, 29345|As we walk in the twilight by the way. 29345|You will know what I mean. 29345|You will know what I mean, in the end, when you come 29345|Home through the moonlight and find the old house 29345|Standing in the moonlight. It seems so strange 29345|That they could have foretold it, and we have 29345|Been waiting too long,--we have lived and dreamed-- 29345|This years and years ago,--that night in the hall. 29345|When the sun was low and the stars were shining, 29345|I asked, "Who is she that wears the shining?" 29345|Your voice made the words float, 29345|And then the answer came, 29345|"The girl I loved in the years gone by." 29345|The little man with the red nose 29345|And the green eyes and the curly hair 29345|And the wistful face was only the same 29345|As ever since that summer day. 29345|There was grief on his brow and shame 29345|On his lips as he said, "You must go. 29345|I give you rest here in the house. 29345|We can talk of the things that were." 29345|"Now that must not be," said the little man. 29345|"I am afraid," said the little man, 29345|"The little boy lies in the garden now." 29345|"Oh," said the little man with the red nose, 29345|"I wish I could understand you. Do 29345|You ever wonder that my eyes are wet, 29345|And my face red because I am lonely 29345|And look at me without a smile on it?" 29345|"It's all right," said the little man with the green eyes. 29345|"I thought it was very nice to see 29345|All the new faces that once you called friends." 29345|Then they talked about the old days again, 29345|And that boy was all of the old,-- 29345|A little child in red and green, 29345|A little child with hands and hair. 29345|And the little man with the red ======================================== SAMPLE 8350 ======================================== 941|Like a dream I'm dreaming in a dream 941|And, oh! I hate the place. 941|I hate the place I grew there, of course, 941|In the land where the sea is blue and golden, 941|Where the waters roll and the sand is gray and gold, 941|Where are homes of the white man and the Indian maid. 941|In the land of the sea and the sea-birds strong, 941|Where are the homes of the white man and the Indian maid? 941|I know not a home of earth 941|My heart hath ever seen 941|That holds a wife of such pure soul 941|And manhood unconfined. 941|I have found no place so gay 941|As New Orleans where the land 941|Is the center of the world around. 941|The sun has come to rest here in the bay, 941|The blue sea's soundless calm, 941|The white and purple waves, 941|And the moon above the hill 941|And the surf on the pebbly strand. 941|And, oh! the silence falls 941|In the bay so quiet and sweet 941|That half love has passed away, 941|And half love returns. 941|What though my heart hath longed 941|To leave the white sands of the bay 941|For the white homes below! 941|The night comes with many dreams 941|From cities far and near. 941|The city in which I live, 941|The hearts of thousands there, 941|Are hard and cold, but softer yet 941|Than the sea-ways low. 941|But when I hear the beating heart 941|Of the winds on the sea, 941|Or hear them stir against my side 941|The words that my true love did not say, 941|I lie in my bed and cry. 941|Like a star in the sky 941|The white wings sweep me by, 941|Like a mist in the storm 941|The sea is my bed. 941|I have been to New Orleans, 941|The land of the sea, 941|And in my heart I've said 941|These words of love and pain: 941|The white of the sea 941|Is the sky of love. 941|My love is fair and young, 941|I am told there is 941|A place where love is born, 941|Where the sea and sky meet. 941|I have been to New Orleans, 941|The land of the sea, 941|And in my heart I've thought 941|These words of love and fear: 941|The white of the sea 941|Is the sky of death. 941|My love is old and strong, 941|I know the way 941|That his soul hath chosen; 941|I have been to New Orleans, 941|The land of the sea, 941|And the heart in my breast 941|Will follow him always. 941|O sea of enchantment, 941|O wind thy kisses 941|Against my brows, 941|I love thee with a love 941|That never changes. 941|For I've been to New Orleans 941|To see the white sails 941|And hear the waves 941|Singing over the bay. 941|The sea is blue and still; 941|A dream came to me 941|And I've been to New Orleans. 941|I love my love, 941|But I hate 941|My love's pain; 941|She is white and small 941|And all beautiful; 941|I've seen her smile, 941|And she's my dear, 941|And she's my queen. 941|I know that she's a queen, 941|But my love is queen, 941|And so is I, 941|As well as you; 941|And the moon and stars 941|Are there in my love, 941|But the ocean-wind 941|Is the queen and I. 941|My heart's a king, 941|My heart's a queen, 941|My heart is ======================================== SAMPLE 8360 ======================================== 1365|And when she spoke the tears came to her eyes, 1365|She wept and murmured, "O my sister dear, 1365|I know not if this man or this I know, 1365|I heard you only speaking of the man, 1365|But where have you been and who have you been? 1365|O, I am all alone, O, my body dark, 1365|I am the father of a dying child." 1365|"How can I tell my daughter of her lover, 1365|Or of whom this is told? Is it a man? 1365|Or do you ask some woman not unlike me?" 1365|Then a sigh from the heart of the poor old fool 1365|Fell upon her, and she answered, "O my sister, 1365|How do I know the man who has loved me? 1365|All things are possible to God alone! 1365|He can do what he will with this unhappy woman! 1365|Why tell me, dame, are you sure of my lover? 1365|I ask you this question because you love him!" 1365|And then answered the miser, "O my sister, 1365|I know not how I know this man of mystery. 1365|He may be an angel, or a demon, 1365|Or the devil, or the angel, or a demon! 1365|Oh! it cannot be the angel! I knew not 1365|That such a spirit could have passed this way!" 1365|"Speak out, speak out!" he cried, with his hands upraised above his face. 1365|"I came with the intent to know him, 1365|And was astonished when I found him not;" 1365|She turned upon him with a strange look, 1365|Saying, "Do not lie to me, nor make things worse by speaking. 1365|I ask you this very important matter! 1365|And now tell me your secret. What does it matter 1365|Who you are or where you are, or what you know?" 1365|The old miser took his hat, and spoke with slow and solemn accents. 1365|"There is much in the world that I have not known, 1365|But I know that I have loved; and I know that I have loved; 1365|In spite of ignorance or slothfulness, 1365|In spite of slothfulness, or ignorance, 1365|Or falsehood, or aught that might be construed as deception, 1365|I know that I have loved. 1365|"I have loved many, many lovers, many more 1365|Then I have loved thee. All the women in the world 1365|Have loved thee, but no woman of sense 1365|Or beauty to my thought has ever loved 1365|Like the sweet woman whom I love now; 1365|And yet, if I may believe what I must believe, 1365|I think that I have loved. 1365|"I am happy, as I was long ago; 1365|The birds and flowers bring me flowers and men. 1365|Now, I feel, I feel once more the presence of my God, 1365|For now I am the God that I was in Eden; 1365|Now I am the God of this world; for those whom I loved 1365|Are now gone, and I am left alone." 1365|The old man felt his heart swell with a deep sigh. 1365|"The man who is without sin is always within," 1365|Said he, "but the man and woman of ill intent, 1365|And they that consorted with sin and sin's enslavers, 1365|Are oftentimes found in one form or another. 1365|"And the man who is with God often looks into His eyes, 1365|And the woman, when looked at, sees her face reflected there; 1365|A man may do good whose heart is in his house, 1365|And an angel's eye may scan the mind of the creature; 1365|A woman may have as strong a hold on her husband 1365|As most men have on their own wives. 1365|"But he that has been with God may say, 1365|'I have seen the face of God on this heart of mine,' 1365|And it may seem to him that what was above 1365|Is as within the body, 1365|And the woman may say ======================================== SAMPLE 8370 ======================================== 20|Thus theye spred with vigour as he drew neare; 20|Their limbs perfixt and inly cris'd with sweat 20|Their flowing robes, and on their faces driv'n 20|All the bright tresses budded; so that he 20|Mann'd with their splendours and effulgence plaid. 20|His head at length prostrate fell in dust, 20|And all his limbs distill'd with piteous dew. 20|They wept; they wail'd; still heaving from their seats 20|Flee evilly heap'd, and as a stack 20|He soon as seen, continu'd in his flight, 20|Still increasing oft, and now upon 20|The very ground, now skirting it o're, 20|Now all on foot, now on the wing dispos'd 20|To storm the palace, now prone on ground, 20|Now by the aid of wings no respit obtained 20|Could he recover: so quickly fled 20|The goodliest of his limbs, torn by disgust 20|Of this new prison, where no kinder charm 20|Woo'd him to stay. Thus far he divid'd 20|His mangled limbs, and wrapt them in the woods, 20|Where as he tell'd his wond'ring wife all, 20|Her husband knew not, nor her fair she-elf. 20|Nor did he till the morrow ere he voy'd, 20|Or ere again his dear wife he espied 20|Webbling the wood; for ever to be shooke 20|In this gloomy glade, she, while she rightly thought, 20|Was with him: so when he took his oil-vane, 20|And with his hand a tree high-descried 20|Beside his lov'd lady's, and his head high-set 20|Saw it, for all time, while it hung there, 20|He seem'd a living God to live and die 20|Amidst the gloomy glades. Thus travell'd 20|With sorrow and with prayers along the banks 20|Of Canal, where his daughter was betroth'd 20|To a better mann; for thither where dwelt 20|His father, and his offspring, both were sent, 20|Like by bygone days, these cruel worms to dwell 20|With her they fost'ring, till their life expire; 20|But in thir native place, another maid, 20|More mild, and more endearing, was beget; 20|A lovely Child, to beautifie more 20|Then milde Begoun to her betokening, 20|Was assign'd her: so when twelve summers old 20|Was from the male a second birth to thee, 20|Thou hadst nought to fear but Poynt, but were now 20|In wombe, formed like to Thyestes, when he 20|Dwelt with his virgins in the Herbe; so, 20|Goddess, now in Son, now Mother born, thou 20|Art Heav'nly; Woman like the Virgin was 20|Made; and what Man was to blisse, this Son 20|Of thine, to adorn th'earth, his Earthly dowers, 20|To marke His Heavenly Works, to grace His sight 20|With more then Light, more then did Th'e holy Heav'n 20|See Thetis, to celebrate her glorious Son. 20|So proceeding, from the trothy tears 20|In Heav'ns Garland shed, he led the way 20|To Paradise; and thus repeating 20|The graue Actioun, consulial Sacriledge 20|In His temple first the seventh day, sing. 20|Heav'nly Mother, Daughter of celestial Joy, 20|Creation had in Heav'n, and wast in Heav'n 20|From the beginning, and infinite Spirit 20|Was work'd in Shewres; and from the Mother of all, 20|Was to a selflie Son a National Son 20|By Heav'n, and Earth was his Sov'raLd Ballance; 20|But Heav'nly love crown'd with enring'd Crowne the spheares 20|Of Heav'n; and from the Father of all, 20|In Son and Daughters foursomed, a Family, 20|A Redeeming light, from hence was taile; 20| ======================================== SAMPLE 8380 ======================================== 34163|Nox infra ipsa, et unquam 34163|Lachesibus in aerei 34163|Inque et quondam in vallibus orbis 34163|Per labra dextra? per inane, 34163|Nos tibi sunt tota, tibi, tibique, 34163|In tenebris, dum vita et vinci; 34163|Nec tibi, quae modo ferro, 34163|Nec mihi quae tegula talo. 34163|Nam mihi tam viri possent esse suos. 34163|Sunt mater idem; namque tam ferro, 34163|Nec tibi sunt tam ferro possint. 34163|Vivamus, quamvis sedet ire sonantem, 34163|Quamvis perire, quamvis perire. 34163|O namque bene te vale! 34163|Sanguinea, quin et aurea ciue tua vita 34163|Delectabat vita. 34163|O namque bene te vale! 34163|Sanguinea, quin et aurea ciue tua labra 34163|Delectabat vita. 34163|Sanguinea, quin andrea ciuotiuri 34163|Descoluit avea vita. 34163|Te pueri moravit alue mihi, 34163|Tendebant olim morave, 34163|O namque bene te vale! 34163|Sanguinea, quin et aurea ciuula 34163|Delectabat vita. 34163|When the winds of Phoebus are blowing, 34163|The river Rhone, 34163|Thou shall be their draught, 34163|And they and they shall drink. 34163|When the winds of Phoebus are rolling, 34163|Or the river Alp, 34163|Thou shalt give them a run, 34163|And they shall have a dash. 34163|Hesperus, when on earth he lies, 34163|He shall be drowned in the stream 34163|Of the Rhone, whereon he dies. 34163|Muse, my Nymphs, I bid you once more 34163|To pour refreshment forth, 34163|And with a song thy steps belead 34163|Thee o'er the marble banks to dance. 34163|The river that hath given before 34163|Tread thou again, for 'tis sweet, 34163|Hail, hail to thee, proud stream! 34163|Though thou hast long forsaken me, 34163|And I with thee wast left in cold, 34163|Ah, now I can forget, and know 34163|It was I who made thee cold. 34163|Ah bright Abagwan! what will do? 34163|Thou that my little time didst take 34163|And spend in pleasure and in sport, 34163|Now that thy heart is not for me. 34163|To-morrow, to be absent more, 34163|I am afraid will be thy soul. 34163|No, my dear Lord, no; the time will spare. 34163|Thy time is brief. God grant my part 34163|May be of noble conduct good. 34163|'Tis better to be absent now, 34163|Be absent all thy life, than to 34163|Have to a dayless life return! 34163|Why weepest thou, O River river? 34163|Thy stream to the Almond streams is dear, 34163|For at the well of the Basil is it fed. 34163|The Almond flower is rare indeed, 34163|With better heads the Basil stoops than thee. 34163|For thou, forsooth, art more than mine, 34163|And for thy love the life I would be blest. 34163|Come then, and on these banks the Basil feed. 34163|Come, in my presence, while these banks I tread, 34163|And, from thy bosom, kiss my hand, 34163|That it be tender as thy lovely smile. 34163|Sweet and fair, ah, gentle Basil, flower! 34163|To thee I would be bl ======================================== SAMPLE 8390 ======================================== 28796|And I could hear the roar of the waters; 28796|I never can forget 28796|Its mighty roar when coming home to you, 28796|At night, when you come home from the woods. 28796|You see it where you come or go; 28796|You feel it when you meet its glow; 28796|And, when you are coming near, 28796|From the sea it rises on the sky, 28796|Circling the waves and leaping in the air. 28796|"If you see it when you reach your cabin seat," 28796|Said Will, the fisherman, "you may be sure 28796|I have a secret, one thing alone...." 28796|"And shall this be the reason why 28796|I've come to tell you my story?" quoth Tommy. 28796|Will replied, "It is true. You see, 28796|I used to sail the broad ocean o'er; 28796|And in the after years, while rowing, 28796|That old gray man, the gray-beard, would say, 28796|That I should tell you the reason why." 28796|"He'd laugh, and swear that I was drunk- 28796|And then at once would I wake and blush, 28796|Because he was not in the least shocked 28796|To find his guest in such a passion- 28796|And so begin his tale with 'I'm 28796|In the least shocked to see such fine-work; 28796|Or," he continued, "that I am; 28796|And to give my whole sincerity, 28796|You might safely trust to his fond love 28796|For me!" 28796|The old man's heart 28796|Raved loud, until he gave a gasp. 28796|"O Tom, if he has got something 28796|To sell to us in the city here, 28796|The fair and good, he can ask a shilling, 28796|And give me five guineas for each ounce." 28796|"How is it that he knows so much, 28796|That he can go so far to him 28796|And never come in short of cash? 28796|He never would give a shilling, 28796|To me, to any else else, 28796|For any price," thought Tommy, 28796|"To come back through the forest, 28796|And give me the story, you see, 28796|That you and I did tell you." 28796|"It seems to me that if he knows 28796|What you are at heart, he'd know 28796|Of what we have told you before, 28796|Or else you might take this tale as old-- 28796|And thus you would make it fresh. 28796|It is," he continued, "A tale 28796|That we, in truth, have often heard; 28796|And we have told it in the past, 28796|When boys together we were growing 28796|And playing in the woods away." 28796|"And the old man," said Tommy, 28796|"Will not be so angry with you, 28796|Although no boy like you was then 28796|Yet ever I looked on it, as my old man did before 28796|When I myself was childless and unchildless, and mother gone." 28796|"It suits his mind," he answered, "To see 28796|That what he says is true. 28796|And, though he'd fain withhold it, you see, 28796|He needs must have it. If I were you and in England 28796|He had an easy heart, I think he might give you the thing you ask." 28796|"I wonder what you think of it," responded the youngster, "so many years 28796|"I hope to see, in time, as well grown men." 28796|"And the old man's wife," quoth Tommy, 28796|"I know, she's glad to hear that I've such an old story for to tell; 28796|And now, at last will the old boy be a little younger." 28796|"And he'll say nothing of the thing I've told him," 28796|They said, "I hope, when you are grown to man's estate, you will not 28796|"Why, no, never, at any time, I'll tell 28796|A tale like that ======================================== SAMPLE 8400 ======================================== 8187|The heart is in, the mind too? 8187|We trust in both, 8187|Nor ask to have our way. 8187|The morning is burning up; 8187|The night-winds, 8187|The wind's 8187|Wildest children, 8187|Make this world-wide land an old man's dream; 8187|The stars are out, 'tis time they should be-- 8187|No matter how our task was fated, 8187|So it's past, through them, at last, 8187|And they shall all go down in turn. 8187|Our task was sent to us but lately; 8187|Why do you still refuse to let us go? 8187|"No matter--let us go. "--Yes, "Let us go." 8187|'Tis but a half-hearted cry; 8187|And we can wait, for we _know_. 8187|When first the trumpet from the towers of Heaven 8187|Blows out the "Clear," 8187|"O, go and see," the eager, young "far away;" 8187|"Go and see,"--and so we went-- 8187|To see--but not a soul that came. 8187|And when we came, we found, alas, 8187|Each day was a "Clear," 8187|So clear, it was "O, go and see," 8187|Each night a "far away away." 8187|"Yes, go and see--we'll look at naught." 8187|We looked and sighed, 8187|All still as lifeless, yearning, 8187|So hopeless, blind, that "we thought 'twas all over." 8187|Oh, we wisht not that we dared 8187|So soon return, 8187|For oh, to lose them we felt so dear, 8187|Nor dreamt that o'er us 8187|The dreams of "far away" still came. 8187|To-morrow night, at the latest, I 8187|(So the old music said,) 8187|Attend the funeral of a dear, 8187|A dear Friend of mine. 8187|How oft my eyes with tears would overflow, 8187|And, looking on your grave, 8187|I could but kiss the stain away 8187|That he has left you on my heart. 8187|The sun, that came the moment that he stole 8187|Into my room, 8187|Had but a glance of shining light upon 8187|Two marble steps. 8187|Upon your marble steps he lays his head, 8187|And he knows not how, 8187|And I, whose friend had never such a sleep, 8187|But for pleasure sleep, 8187|To-day, at the hour of two dark minutes, 8187|Looked up to your head, 8187|As if my very heart, my very soul, 8187|Were on your brow. 8187|"Ah," said he, "our hearts are made that way;" 8187|But my friend said-- 8187|"But--so you love me?"--that is not so. 8187|Your heart may love that lonely little maid 8187|Who by the sea 8187|Is gazing, at this hour of dew-dropping, 8187|Along your marble steps. 8187|Your heart may be a-cold while you sleep, 8187|Or your eyes are empty of sleep; 8187|Or you are dying--what a horrid thing 8187|To die by, when all the world is dying? 8187|But still, it may be, still it may be so-- 8187|My dear friend, my heart! 8187|If that lonely little maid who stands 8187|Amid those steps so still, 8187|Had seen you by that lonely maid, and told 8187|What a comfort you were to her, 8187|Oh, then, my friend, I'd have _that_ thought with me, 8187|I'd have said you _were_ that maid; 8187|But no!--for you are not, my dear; 8187|So love you, love you, very well. 8187|Let the sun shine on, dear lover, 8187|While you lay at rest; 8187|And the air be fresh and sweet 8187|To sleep in when ======================================== SAMPLE 8410 ======================================== 18238|To tell the world we love are we.-- 18238|"_You all are waiting_" 18238|O, they've come! 18238|They take the gold 18238|From out its sheath. 18238|They steal the light 18238|From out the night. 18238|They are the men 18238|Who make the sun. 18238|They are the women 18238|They turn the fire 18238|To their brazier's blaze, 18238|And stir up the earth 18238|With their fingers and little hands. 18238|They are the men 18238|Who make the moon 18238|Roll full behind. 18238|They are the women 18238|Who sing the song, 18238|And never give a thing away. 18238|The sea is all alive with the women and song. 18238|O sea of stars, 18238|The men are abroad, 18238|The sea is full of women and singing. 18238|The sea is all alive with the women and the sea. 18238|There is no music under the night this side of the pole; 18238|The singing sea rings loud and the men are abroad here. 18238|O sea of stars, 18238|The men are out, 18238|Sing loud again; 18238|Sing it with women and women's singing. 18238|The wind on the sea holds his arms and holds his breath; 18238|And the sea, the sea holds his hands, his feet, and holds his head,-- 18238|It holds his head up, but he cannot blow his nose. 18238|And what is now a wind, now becomes a strong sea-bird; 18238|And what is now a voice, becomes a horrible scream. 18238|And all the world stands still and hears the dreadful havoc 18238|That the wind makes after the sea. 18238|The wind that calls _him_ o'er the sea! 18238|Sing o'er the sea again; 18238|Let all the women sing 18238|Of the wind that cries as it flies. 18238|The wind that is gone! and the sea that was him. 18238|Sing o'er the sea once more; 18238|Let all the women sing 18238|Of the wind that tosses as he goes. 18238|The wind of the sea-mew 18238|Lies dead on the sand; 18238|And the wind of the sea-mew 18238|Dropt like a leaf 18238|From off the sea-mew 18238|When the wind of the sea is blown. 18238|The great tides blow; 18238|The great tides sweep, 18238|Sweep and sweep, sweep, sweep, 18238|And sweep and sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep, 18238|The women are driving my heart of my heart away, away; 18238|They are in their ships at the mooring, behind, behind; 18238|I can hear them in each little band the women keep, 18238|Here on the deck, aboard and mooring out at sea, 18238|I can hear them sigh, who can choose but sigh in tune, 18238|I see them at dawn when the wind has wakened the land; 18238|I can see them at noon when the wind is up and laughing, 18238|And at night, when the old winds are whistling again. 18238|There is little in the world to keep us, 18238|We are a-free as the wind and the sea; 18238|We have eyes for the blue, we have feet for the green, 18238|Our homes are free of strings and our ears for the sound. 18238|Who knows us what may not be known by fame? 18238|Our strength is in our love, our strength is in our dreams. 18238|We hold each other fast, strong arms grow strong, 18238|And love turns love, love turns love, love turns love. 18238|My soul is the sea and a slender sail, 18238|To stray far over the dreaming track 18238|Of a vast, still world; and sometimes for hours 18238|I stare through the mist, and see the vast 18238|Crumble, and hear the winds through rifts blow, 18238|As if some ship on a lonely track 18238|Sailed from shore to brim of ======================================== SAMPLE 8420 ======================================== 20956|I will tell you a story 20956|As it's new to me 20956|Of a lady whose name was Sallie, 20956|Of a lady the world loved far better 20956|Than her little daughter Sallie. 20956|They say the little lady Sallie died 20956|Of a fever in her little cradle, 20956|In the land of the dead men who never die! 20956|And when Sallie died she left her little son Bill, 20956|Bill, my name is Bill; 20956|He was young and innocent, but he's a brave lad 20956|And a free-born man; 20956|But when Sallie went out one day with Bill to play, 20956|The devil took Bill to wife and Bill to death 20956|At the age of twenty-two! 20956|Now in twenty-two they lived in house and hives, 20956|And the children were two; 20956|But when she came back one morn, the darling little babe 20956|Was in the grave, 20956|And blood ran down aegis-like all over Bill and Bill, 20956|Sallie's blood! 20956|And there Bill found him out, and when he first did wake, 20956|Up from the earth was the devil, and laid his load 20956|On the baby's bier. 20956|In all the world by that he did not know one 20956|Was less dear to him; 20956|In vain upon the ground his sweet little Sallie lay, 20956|Bill sat him down and cried, 20956|Bill sat him down and cried, 20956|And then with a loud sounding knock 20956|He called Bill to come! 20956|From the heart of the country he sent Bill to me, 20956|He would not let him come. 20956|Well, when the baby's flesh he's on the gory floor, 20956|And the world is red about Bill, 20956|He does cry, and he'll cry, till he's both red and bleared, 20956|Sallie's blood! 20956|But the devil, and Sallie, and Bill died all the same, 20956|Where is Bill, you ask? Sallie's blood! 20956|And my eyes are blind now, 20956|'Twould shake a tree! 20956|In the grave where Sallie lies! 20956|I've been far away, and I've been little, 20956|And I've come back now to the same old wood, 20956|And no hand has ever touched me. 20956|It is a new bird, and it speaks kindly, 20956|For I've been a little boy and a baby, 20956|And a baby I'll be. 20956|How little and how sweet of him,-- 20956|With the big round eyes and the sleepy look. 20956|And so he comes to me, and he flies away, 20956|Or I must climb and carry him, as well, 20956|For now he is a baby. 20956|And he's both tall and slender, 20956|And his hair flows down in a silvery mess, 20956|And he has a little face; 20956|And his dimples have the smile of sunbeams, 20956|And his nose is so soft and so sweet. 20956|But they do nothing but stare and gaze; 20956|And I think I might give him all my toys 20956|If he were rather older. 20956|So I wish 20956|No more, 20956|All of it, 20956|And I will not have him ever! 20956|He never could understand a word 20956|Until this very day; 20956|The children at play when he did cry 20956|Came up and laughed with his own cry; 20956|And then when they heard the baby-cry 20956|Rise up with the sun and the stars, 20956|They called him "crying wolf!" 20956|But he loves his little children 20956|And will not cry for you, no, no! 20956|As I wandered over country and town 20956|In a dream of roses, 20956|That grew in a garden shady and sweet, 20956|I caught the echo of a song I heard. 20956 ======================================== SAMPLE 8430 ======================================== 1365|But who shall enter and behold! 1365|He that hath the key of God's right hand 1365|Shall be with them that are in prison; 1365|But who shall enter and behold? 1365|He that hath the key of Caesar's heart, 1365|Shall be where Death shall with his legions 1365|Hang the body and bones of the Cross; 1365|But who shall enter and behold? 1365|He that hath the key of Moses' lute, 1365|Shall be with them that sleep or perish 1365|On the purple mound of Haran, 1365|Where a king shall rule them whither He cometh; 1365|But who shall enter and behold? 1365|He that hath the key of Solomon's eyes, 1365|Shall behold and be heard with gladness, 1365|Where His servants shall in booths be counted; 1365|But who shall enter and behold? 1365|He that has the key of Eden's gates, 1365|Shall behold and be heard with gladness, 1365|When the Son of Man shall lead them thence, 1365|Though the gates be shut to him and closed. 1365|O my God! my God! how beautiful 1365|Be thy judgments and thy purposes, 1365|In the thought and in the act and in the way 1365|Thy great acts and your judgments and thine 1365|Do their duty; but in my heart 1365|I remember that once they were dark. 1365|When I came to thy city to redeem 1365|Man's life, I prayed, and a holy priest 1365|Seemed down from heaven, and came to our place 1365|In the midst of thine. I saw the sight 1365|I saw it with my own eyes; but the words 1365|I do not speak in my thought; they were dead, 1365|They were dead as the living and the light. 1365|But for the thought of the dark work, I pray'd, 1365|"O thou, whose face is visible here!" 1365|For the sin and the damnitude, 1365|I did not believe again, 1365|And I left those men I chose in mercy and right, 1365|For the judgment and the judgment and the wrong. 1365|And thou art the light that I believe in, 1365|And thou art the judge when all things shall be proved, 1365|And the judgment and the judgment and the wrong 1365|Shall show what their light is in the end! 1365|Thou art the light I see in the dark when I fear 1365|And thou art the light my heart sees in the dark, 1365|And thou art the God for the judgments and the wrong 1365|To show what their gods are in the end. 1365|Praise God for His light, and his judgments the same, 1365|And thy prayers, O man, pray Him! 1365|For he is just in all things, 1365|Who the good and the unjust does not overlook. 1365|For he is cruel not without cause; 1365|Who does not sleep too long, 1365|Takes not the wrong way, rightly; 1365|Who is always ready unto deliverance, 1365|Though afflicted and to his friends not forsaken, 1365|To their own needs and those of their children, 1365|Receives himself without the use of his tongue, 1365|The voice of pride or of terror, 1365|And in the bosom of his people delights 1365|That which in heart and hand they all desire; 1365|Who when the people cry, 1365|Sore is the want, 1365|Cannot well uproot a tree that is cut too deep, 1365|Nor lift a hand against a child whose match is struck; 1365|Alike alike, and with like judgment, 1365|The heart, the lips that beat, 1365|And the dark brow of judgment on judgement look, 1365|And the spirit that speaks. 1365|O my Lord, who hast over all created things 1365|A perfect image, 1365|Who, of thy spirit and of all his deeds is true, 1365|Be the true soul of judgment here in my heart: 1365|Be thy fair image, and let these words be these: 1365|" ======================================== SAMPLE 8440 ======================================== 5185|To the dwelling of thy father. 5185|Then he answered sweetly, 5185|Smiling from his forehead, 5185|Spake these words of ancient wisdom: 5185|"Dost thou not wish for my assistance, 5185|Hungry for friendship-matters, 5185|Evermore to ask for assistance, 5185|From among thy kindred?" 5185|Then did Lemminkainen's mother, 5185|Honey-paw, speak as follows: 5185|"Not for thee, my son beloved, 5185|Not for thee, a hundred summer-nights 5185|Have I gathered for thee, gold-dust, 5185|From all thy fathers and thy kinsmen, 5185|From thy brother-tongues and maiden-twins, 5185|From thy sister-twins and sisters. 5185|Thus the ancient Wainamoinen 5185|Sought for many summers in vain; 5185|All the days of his life were empty, 5185|For a thousand summers had gone by, 5185|And he still was searching in vain, 5185|Even on the borders of the snow-fields, 5185|Even on the border points of thorn-branches, 5185|Even on the fir-branches brown-blossoms. 5185|Thus the blithe Ahtiüs spoke in answer: 5185|"Time has gone, and thou hast need for cheering, 5185|Time has gone, my son beloved, 5185|I have need of cheering for thee-self, 5185|For myself, and all my people, 5185|Where the lazy branches block up 5185|My pathway through the snow-fields, Ahti! 5185|Blocking my pathway as I journey 5185|Through the pathless solitudes, 5185|To the meadow-fens and forest-glens, 5185|To the glen-ways of my people. 5185|Blocking my pathway through the forest, 5185|As I journey on in silence, 5185|As I speak with low-voiced people, 5185|With the women of my people, 5185|Turning from all the others, 5185|Turning from all the others, 5185|Turning still mine eyes to Northland, 5185|At the sandy head of the ocean; 5185|There they all assemble assembling, 5185|At the gateway of the deep-sea, 5185|Forge me here for their seasons, 5185|There I build the ships of fishing. 5185|Blacksmiths, ladies, I have fished for 5185|Each the carp as a maiden, 5185|Each a small and slender salmon, 5185|Thai carp as colored mullet, 5185|And the salmon of the Deep-sea, 5185|Evermore beautiful in looks!" 5185|Wainamoinen, ancient hero, 5185|Spake these words in meditation: 5185|"Is there one within this dwelling, 5185|Is there one within these castles 5185|That can see with the eyes of yonder 5185|Great Creator and thy judgements, 5185|That can perceive thy justice-decrees, 5185|That can interpret my deliverances, 5185|Wherefore moves my lips with signs and wonders?" 5185|But the smoke in heaven immediately 5185|Rushed out from the smoke of the furnace, 5185|And the heart of the blacksmith silent, 5185|Stood still like a pillar of fire, 5185|Whence no motion was able to make him, 5185|Nor the rustle of snow-shoes on snow-fields, 5185|Though the rustle was great and swift as 5185|Wind-blasts in the month of March-ices. 5185|Then old Wainamoinen, golden-tongued, 5185|Spake these words to Ilmarinen, 5185|These the words that Topper uttered: 5185|"'Tis the wind, and nothing remains for us 5185|Save the snow and the fire mutually-mutineer." 5185|Then the smith, the Ilmarinen, 5185|Golden king of iron-forges, 5185|Breathed a blast that rose like the Northland, 5185|Rushed in fury through space assembled, 5185|Burned the ======================================== SAMPLE 8450 ======================================== 1304|We had no friends; 1304|There were no brothers 1304|To grieve us: 1304|We had no country, 1304|We walked apart, 1304|Our footsteps met, 1304|And parted. 1304|He came to call me 1304|(O'er-proud! 1304|But we were broken) 1304|And toying with me. 1304|His tongue was warm, 1304|His looks warm, 1304|But ah! so bitter 1304|Was his kiss, 1304|That I forgot his, 1304|And followed him. 1304|Beneath the spreading branches 1304|Of the wild maple, 1304|Sang our love together 1304|O'er his golden pin; 1304|But how much more sweet 1304|Had his kiss been 1304|To thee and me, 1304|When our two breasts 1304|Were taught together 1304|By the breast of Kate, 1304|Then how much more sweet 1304|His kiss had been 1304|To me, whose burning heart 1304|Dared not implore him, 1304|But taught him. 1304|For the pin was warm, 1304|For his eyes were bright-- 1304|But the breast he bore 1304|Naught else could bring, 1304|Only the flower of Kate; 1304|That was all--nothing. 1304|O, what is Life? 1304|It is a place to vacate, 1304|A narrow cell, a scanty cage, 1304|Within which we are born, as weeps and asleep. 1304|The great and the small delight in the grave, 1304|To which I give my senses, and then sleep. 1304|Death is perpetual and complete: 1304|'Tis perpetual and complete, 1304|And the year is but a pause: 1304|'Tis perpetual and complete. 1304|As the air is full of the balsams of life, 1304|So the heart is full of the gods and the rest. 1304|There is no fear where none is found. 1304|There is no doubt where none is to be dreaded. 1304|And there is no sorrow when not any are with us. 1304|And there is no joy when there is no fear. 1304|And there is no sorrow when there is no disease. 1304|It was but a dream that o'erwhelming lay'd 1304|The spirits and the youth-- 1304|They knew not what they were about-- 1304|They knew not what they were about! 1304|It was but a dream that o'erwhelming lay'd 1304|On the souls that fled, 1304|That fled o'er the ocean, and died 1304|The hour they fled o'er the ocean. 1304|But the hearts that alive were, we are taught 1304|To call "true," 1304|And the spirits who love are, full sure, 1304|They are, full sure, they are true. 1304|O, the sun! and the star! and the moon! 1304|And the winds! 1304|And the music of night, 1304|And its great delight and its great grief! 1304|So the world is full of them, 1304|So the world is full of them. 1304|O, the light of the sun! and the star! 1304|And the wind! 1304|And the music of night! 1304|And the stars! 1304|And the wind! 1304|And the light of the sun! 1304|And the moon! 1304|And the winds! 1304|And the sound of a leaf upon a crumbling bough! 1304|It was but a dream that o'er and o'er 1304|The spirits and the youth 1304|Was flown, with a flight of spirits and youth, 1304|From our world of the bright, 1304|From our world of the bright. 1304|And then I said, (and I think then I said,) 1304|'Twere well, you know, 1304|If my bosom should be left as it was, 1304|To love you at any rate as now.' 1304|And I know that there ======================================== SAMPLE 8460 ======================================== 17393|I'll tell him where he stands, 17393|And say that you know. 17393|A word then--but what 17393|To hint again? 17393|Oh, this was folly then, perhaps, but whatsoe'er I do, 17393|I'll speak, my friend, of this as having occurred last night! 17393|I don't quite remember, and my eye is a little troubled; 17393|I must have fell asleep; perhaps my work gave it that tilt-- 17393|My thoughts, I must say, took it their turn this morning. 17393|But things go on their course, don't they? 17393|The world goes on, isn't it? 17393|And if the past be irrelevant, I'm just as much to blame 17393|Since I made it? 17393|There is one thing that's constant in my life: 17393|The sense of that, and that's my particular crime, 17393|Is one I've yet to quite forget. 17393|You know I'm not your humble servant any more-- 17393|I may be but fourth amongst the House of Lords, 17393|Not an inch now I bend, 17393|And bend to the Lord for my humble service now, 17393|And bend to the Lord for my service of yore, 17393|And when I come to think of it, 17393|I always come back, when I think of it, to you! 17393|When I have done with this House, whatever its end, 17393|I shall resign myself--I shall--to the great King. 17393|He'll send me the commission at once, then. 17393|Let us do what's possible to help him out. 17393|But I should not like, if I stay, just to sit there, 17393|To keep waiting for the King to send me down 17393|To pay a debt that's growing steadily on me, 17393|By degrees, day after day, in the cellar of hell! 17393|What shall I do? 17393|I see the land there, and here's a name to my mind saying-- 17393|"This is the spot!" 17393|I am old enough! 17393|I am not very young. 17393|I have known so many young faces--you can not say that I 17393|Have not met with them in my wanderings before. 17393|One can't run in the world any faster than you 17393|Willy-nilly. 17393|And yet--I think there may come a time when I'll 17393|Go back to London--again, as I used to do.-- 17393|It's not very fair after all to keep waiting and wait. 17393|Now that is not--that point. 17393|But what are you? 17393|I am not your humble servant any more-- 17393|I may be a great man for a while yet--but 17393|I'm not your humble servant any longer! 17393|I would rather be the King, or go down to die 17393|Beneath the knife, 17393|Than be one of those 17393|Who wait on another for their service. 17393|The King? He will tell you more in time, I fear. 17393|He says that I am only waiting now to be 17393|One of his men. 17393|In a few years, if he still keeps me in his house, 17393|I'll make him many of them! 17393|I don't like to have it brought up 17393|That I have been so long a servant to-day 17393|To be put out so casually again, with a man 17393|As master! What shall I do? 17393|I shall tell you something. 17393|I don't know, perhaps,--but I shall tell it. 17393|It's not too long ago, in some old house in town, 17393|Where people have money and time, 17393|To spend their money on a Queen, a country maid, 17393|An opera queen and a playmate--as they choose. 17393|How often, in the long, long winter nights, 17393|The attic holds the goodly collection of treasures 17393|Among the rugs and pictures of the past! 17393|To the great King, to whom the old house is close and 17393|Lit ======================================== SAMPLE 8470 ======================================== 18500|O how can I forget the days of yesterday, 18500|When on a summer's day I walked abroad, 18500|To see for work the dreary plains o' Donegal. 18500|I found the country spread out on every hand, 18500|And all the stream did join in the wide circuit, 18500|As if 'twere one mighty commonwealth; 18500|Myself a district attorney, 18500|And, nigh dying for the fee, 18500|Comes banking in the post office 18500|That brings the coffer and the bill; 18500|As many little banks as you please, 18500|One, two, three, they flow to me. 18500|My house and garden, whether ploughed or beech, 18500|I still can call each its own; 18500|For you and 'um, that's the same, 18500|And every bush its own beech. 18500|I have it, if not for you, at heart, 18500|You can at heart at heart. 18500|O, when I'd see a poor beast like you, 18500|With two strong hands, your charity can be 18500|(So hard 'tis to find them fair). 18500|Your soul, as soft and sweet, 18500|When in its lap you're laying down your purse, 18500|You'll bear the panniers till I come; 18500|But I, if you're out, begone, 18500|Or else take care I never see you more! 18500|My Father! may my child 18500|This be the last time, 18500|Lament my frailty; 18500|Glorious it seems, if doubt remain-- 18500|Thou wilt not be the man to know! 18500|My Mother! 'twas ne'er my plan 18500|(My lovely maid! my sweet, divine maiden!), 18500|Such silly notions to carry 18500|In a silly dud-case! 18500|No, to the heights I'll ascend, 18500|And feel my spirit rise, 18500|Till that glorious life of thine 18500|Holds in a bud on high, 18500|On this earth of dust and clay, 18500|Here my heart beats with thine: 18500|If thine, O, sweet, oh, mine! 18500|If thy heart be true and mine, if mine go 18500|To rise as high as thine, 18500|When my heart beats with thine; 18500|My dear, my lovely dear, 18500|Thy love I'll lay down, I'll lay down my heart. 18500|Thy heart is true, and mine it is full, 18500|Therein I'll rest and weep; 18500|To rise above the meanest lot, 18500|Thy will it will not dread; 18500|But live as high as God-- 18500|For that is what I'd give to thee, my dear. 18500|When I'm in a hot plight, or ill at ease, 18500|I'm instantly at thy feet. 18500|I vow I never shall cease to admire 18500|The love that I feel for thee: 18500|For I love but thee, my dear-- 18500|My very dear! 18500|Thou wert a pretty girl at first, 18500|Too pretty for a wilful swain! 18500|A ring, an ear-deil, and a face, 18500|And a throat like the milky snow! 18500|But soon she stole away, and left 18500|A lily for the Dutchman here; 18500|And we all to the Indies went, 18500|To make the sweetest devils we can. 18500|But we were all for Christ-- 18500|For Christ we were three!-- 18500|A happy end to our devil's game! 18500|We thought no man would look on our spoils 18500|Till Christ should come again to all. 18500|'Twas well that she died, 18500|For then she'd be all our spoils; 18500|We thought we'd all be done for, man, 18500|When, first upon Christ's glorious car 18500|We went upon the glorious fleet; 18500|Our ship was put in, and up and d ======================================== SAMPLE 8480 ======================================== 28591|The world is not worth thinking upon, 28591|While sorrow and sin are on the move; 28591|We see the world as when a glass 28591|Is lifted from the brink of night. 28591|Life is a ladder; from its height 28591|We gain the day of lasting health. 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Climb up the steep of the skies; 28591|And upward still, when all is done, 28591|To gain to God the everlasting bliss. 28591|Life is a cliff, and up its sides 28591|We may step from the pit of pain, 28591|But God in His mercy is here, 28591|And never shall we fall nor swerve. 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Glide slowly to the final goal, 28591|And upward still, when all is o'er, 28591|God with His mercy shall lead us on. 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Glide slowly, slowly to the goal, 28591|And downward still when all is o'er. 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Shall glide with the flying of years, 28591|But God in His mercy gives 28591|A joy that cannot be said-- 28591|A joy that cannot be said, 28591|A joy that cannot be said! 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Shall glide with the falling years, 28591|And upward still when all is o'er. 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Shall glide with the falling years. 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Shall glide, and climb, and climb, 28591|When the heart beats its hard seal and sees 28591|The end of all in God's mercy's care. 28591|God's mercy, like a ladders of light, 28591|Gleams in the darkness, and around 28591|The ladder of His love is spread 28591|The shadow and the splendors of His grace. 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Grow slowly to the goal; 28591|But the heart beats its hard seal; 28591|Life is not yet the climbing stair 28591|Where upward we shall clasp and kiss, 28591|But the landing-place of grace 28591|Upon the dreary slope of death! 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Shall glide with the falling years. 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Grow gradually to heaven; 28591|But God in mercy can never change the place 28591|His sovereign will hath in waiting now. 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Shall glide with the flapping of wings; 28591|But our hearts are weak, and we are fain, 28591|In our last moments, to feel 28591|A sure, unfaltering faith in Him, 28591|And to look to Him as eye of God. 28591|It was the night of the wedding, 28591|The night of an April wedding; 28591|There were seven of the bridesmaids 28591|By the dozen that evening counted, 28591|And the bride, with the crown of red roses 28591|On her cheek, and the garland on her brow. 28591|It was the bridal of the house; 28591|No matter how far the frost did press, 28591|The bridal bed of the whole world was spread, 28591|And a wedding like this can never fail! 28591|It was the ninth night since he went 28591|To the shore by the sea of the land; 28591|And the ice-cold sea wind and night were one, 28591|And when to the sea came the bridal-maid, 28591|He saw not the sight, but he knew well 28591|That the bridal day was not yet here. 28591|It was about midnight, and the sun 28591|Was aslant in the white snow-peaks; 28591|A maiden went by on the other side, 28591|And she saw not when she went away. 28591|It was the bridal of the house; 28591| ======================================== SAMPLE 8490 ======================================== 42058|From where the sea lies low 42058|We watched the waters flee, 42058|And, as they fled, their course we heard, 42058|For the boat-bell tolled once more. 42058|We paused upon a point of land, 42058|We knew it not, for clouds it brought 42058|And darkness: once I looked in the glass, 42058|And saw a little speck of white. 42058|The moonlight trembled in its clear rays. 42058|Then turned, and came a sudden shower 42058|Of yellow light upon the glass. 42058|A ship had come upon our road: 42058|But now I saw no sign of her: 42058|The sky was clear: all motionless; 42058|Haply, all safe from storm or stain. 42058|The shore lay far below; and far 42058|Uprose the ocean-billow. 42058|And suddenly, beyond the light, 42058|A gleaming coat of steel, 42058|And shining sword; and on the deck 42058|A lady, with white hair 42058|And eyes of fire, was sailing near. 42058|Her hair was brown as sand: 42058|So cold her heart, I swear, 42058|That you might feel your blood run cold. 42058|And straight, with face afire, 42058|A knight came in her way, 42058|Who eyed him well and spake: 42058|"Lady, your lands are free; 42058|And you must leave them so. 42058|But by the laws of thy land, 42058|You must not tarry long: 42058|So, to the king's great palace flying, 42058|Come boldly forth of the sea 42058|Till you come to his feet." 42058|"Now look, great knight, and see," 42058|Quoth she, "how bright she is! 42058|I had a father once so fair 42058|And wise, and rich, and wise, 42058|Who died, like other men, 42058|And left me little heeding. 42058|He died, and little cared 42058|For riches or for years: 42058|He left his little son 42058|To bear a mighty care 42058|For all the possessions of his house. 42058|When that poor lad grew grey, 42058|So poor and so poor he grew; 42058|And he lived all alone 42058|In an old and worn-out cot, 42058|And the stately house that he raised for me, 42058|But it was old and worn and wrong, 42058|And I said, 'My child, 42058|The stately cot is old, 42058|And old is the way that you came, 42058|And you need a care, my child, 42058|Where to take you.' 42058|He had no word for largess, 42058|But kept thinking of me, 42058|And saying, 'Lady, if the day 42058|We had our first love-feast, 42058|And now we must part, 42058|I should live more like a beggar, 42058|And die more like a dog.'" 42058|At this, Sir Lewis looked at her 42058|And she looked at him 42058|As though they both were mad and blind, 42058|And she said, "Sir Lancelot, 42058|I cannot always go with you, 42058|And that is why I come to thee. 42058|I would that I were never free 42058|And had never to bear, 42058|But then, it seemed to me, I might 42058|Have my will with you." 42058|Thus in my ears I heard her speak, 42058|And thus was I awed for a space, 42058|And I smiled and answered, "Lady, 42058|The reason that you seem not at home 42058|With us two guests so near, 42058|Is because you have no lands, 42058|To give our little ones food. 42058|I know a land for you, 42058|Where you and I might live, 42058|And there it seemed to me right well 42058|If either of us took thought. 42058|Would that we had lands to give 42058 ======================================== SAMPLE 8500 ======================================== 1004|They saw me, and each of them started backward 1004|Like to the other who had gone before; 1004|And with our backs turned in turn we forthwith 1004|Bent them toward those glorious ones who kept 1004|Upon their thrones their places in the whirling 1004|And invisible smoke which there above 1004|Turned itself into a fire and disappeared. 1004|And one, who had by his side the saddest 1004|And wisest among them, spat on the ground, 1004|He who had been removed in consequence 1004|From the bright step where he was facing us. 1004|"Why dost thou yet spit on the [ground]?" said I; 1004|"Dost not perceive that thou wast already 1004|Bewildered by the dulcet flames that were 1004|Moving about thy temples so that they made 1004|The skin upon thy skin pale and shrivelled?" 1004|"I nothing knew until they commanded it," 1004|Was my reply; "and then I paid them back; 1004|And now would have spoken, but my leader 1004|Dismissed him from before me for contempt. 1004|And he passed on, saying to me: 'Be sober; 1004|Go on; for thou behind us three are thieves, 1004|And one is very wicked and one a saint.'" 1004|So we traveled on below, under the banners 1004|That on Parnassus' hill are drawn and shaven 1004|By people of so eminent a stamp 1004|That, if no one of them had remained, 1004|None worthy of imitation would be 1004|Done with the art of his contagion. 1004|And as we went towards the dawn there came 1004|To where the sun began to show forth his members 1004|Those that upon his Angels did look, 1004|My eyes upon their tops became all one. 1004|And lo!s the first group which before me stood; 1004|Following its head there came on so close 1004|That of their fellow-feeling ne'er the least 1004|Distinctly from one another was mixed. 1004|As two in arms coming from one troop I saw 1004|Those who were going to lead the next through whom 1004|Thou and thy Amorean grace shall fitly 1004|Present themselves to the Em patois. 1004|Multiplicity of servants they were; 1004|One of them, up against the high holy place, 1004|To chant the Iambic verse were summoning me; 1004|But they, as being without the power to raise 1004|The feet, stood still as if in midmire placed. 1004|"Come, perchance," said I, "to such a neglect, 1004|That shall not grieve you; but that you please 1004|To remember still better to improve 1004|Our Imprimis, so much out we go 1004|In following convenience, and so much 1004|In falling in the errour of instruction. 1004|Of the first wheel [by which we are drawn] 1004|The good which is behind us moves and revives, 1004|But that we draw so far, that I infer 1004|That after we have lost the Evangel we 1004|Turn backwards, do you remember?" "I see," 1004|He answered, "how thou callest the correct, 1004|But I think it credit that precedes the false; 1004|If it were virtue, as thou sayest, then 1004|First would the people with the bad outweigh. 1004|But it is only just that they who speak 1004|Of it remember still to lie so soon, 1004|That they may have before them with the good 1004|Silver priming, which is contrary to this 1004|Evil order of the world, and which 1004|Moves in that circle which the wheels enjoins." 1004|Paradiso: Canto XXXI 1004|"Thou knowest how in the eye doth pass away 1004|The substance that it judges and carries with it 1004|This regency of the fabric of things; 1004|Not otherwise thy knowledge reaches 1004|Things incorporeal, than that which is to them 1004|As something distant and contrary; so thou 1004 ======================================== SAMPLE 8510 ======================================== 3168|On the wall to his eye, a book of gold, 3168|And the sign of his name upon it, there: 3168|My heart to my throat and my eyes to my nose. 3168|Then, I, I, I, I; and as far away 3168|As the eye can track from the eye, out go 3168|The sunbeams and the wings and the breath. 3168|A nightingale is singing all night long: 3168|He makes no sign, by day or night, of a wish, 3168|And no single note that he sings he knows so well. 3168|But now, he sings the song I must not hear; 3168|And I know, in my own heart, I am fain 3168|To forget the song, and leave the song to die. 3168|And the song is so high that no falcon flies 3168|On a broken pinion past the broken string; 3168|And yet it can never be quite so clear, 3168|For 'twill be singing at another's ear. 3168|And what can the best of me do but fall 3168|Before the bounding song he would rehearse, 3168|And, falling, sing it all he needs to know? 3168|'Twere sweet, I think, in my ears as I stand 3168|To know I heard it long, and then to fall. 3168|But no - he has but sung what he must sing, 3168|And now he bows to a woman's love and not his own. 3168|How long, when I am gone, shall you be mine alone; 3168|So long--how long? I could go with a song of mine 3168|And sing my farewell, and I know not how to cease, 3168|And you, your song my parting words would never lack, 3168|But you, your songs, and me, and death, and Heaven above. 3168|Alone, when you hear, though it may not now be good 3168|That I should speak, would you shrink from the last farewell word 3168|And look, then, down, and not make scorn of the sky? 3168|And then, when you see me, would you bid me still wait, 3168|And not look, when you knew I was coming when so good 3168|That I should think of you, and turn away from that sky, 3168|And not see where I was, and know my soul that waits?" 3168|"The moment comes 3168|When you have stood, 3168|And seen 3168|How far 3168|You must go 3168|Till you have found 3168|The path 3168|To reach 3168|"And all you know 3168|Is, that by-and-by 3168|You 3168|May 3168|Not see 3168|The grass 3168|Where 3168|You 3168|Won 3168|The dream, 3168|But now 3168|Freshens, 3168|Folded, 3168|And makes 3168|The 3168|I 3168|The moment comes 3168|When you 3168|Have 3168|Lived 3168|In 3168|Love 3168|But now 3168|Broods: 3168|"You 3168|Will 3168|Not 3168|Come 3168|"And 3168|"I 3168|Cling, 3168|And wait 3168|To 3168|Climb 3168|To 3168|And wait, 3168|And fear 3168|That when 3168|I 3168|Come 3168|To 3168|You 3168|Sudden 3168|You 3168|Will 3168|Not 3168|Fierce, then 3168|You 3168|Will 3168|Climb 3168|All night; 3168|The winds are 3168|The winds, 3168|The winds that 3168|Are 3168|Wind 3168|The wind that 3168|Is 3168|The wind's 3168|Gem. _F ======================================== SAMPLE 8520 ======================================== May she ne'er be true, 29358|May she never, never break her vow." 29358|Æneas, eager now to drink the light, 29358|The night's light flung on him as he thought his sight; 29358|But as he gazed the star-streaming fire shed out, 29358|A long, long, way, and on the mountain's top 29358|The city's wall to left and right there ran; 29358|A mighty tower there, all rough and bent: 29358|No workman with it, though by iron wrought, 29358|With wood-scrapings made from Trojan oakwood dight; 29358|No wain-beam hung it forth, of that huge load, 29358|And on its chief point a hollow bridge ran: 29358|And all around about the tower there lay 29358|All things in war prepared that might have will, 29358|And all for living things that might be won 29358|Or won by labour, or by might of hand, 29358|Or by their own devices by their skill 29358|And cunning, or by strength of arms; and well 29358|Dread weapons might have wrought, and all things else, 29358|Save nought that to the eyes of man was fair. 29358|Thus in the tower stood hallowed walls and hall 29358|Full wide; the pillars there had wrought of wood 29358|For so great building, and the towers full high, 29358|Mixed out of stately trees in woody fane, 29358|Had wrought their walls that all might wonder see; 29358|And there of wrought gold was all the wall arrayed. 29358|Nor straightways they that in the walls did stand 29358|Gathered forth, of whom the city lord and lord 29358|And city-warden both, and bade the maids be set; 29358|But of the king the feast and gifts went on, 29358|And all the town with shouts and songs the feast 29358|Spread wide: thereafter were the words and ways 29358|To him revealed; Æneas then he knew 29358|Forth from her eyes of fire of fireless fire, 29358|And all the host of men to him they went. 29358|E'en as the sun with kindling of the star-sown noon 29358|Gilds the broad woods with a new gold, and makes 29358|Of many a little forest-cover the green tree, 29358|Or as the grass-blade, with a wondrous smile 29358|Holds in her head, and glows a long bright day, 29358|And as he glanced upon it, so upon him shone 29358|The light, from eyes that could at pleasure see 29358|That which his soul with longing well had wove: 29358|So from the city's walls the joyous feast went on. 29358|But first he girded all those folk who wrought him wrong, 29358|His friends: Æneas bids them take the mules 29358|And harness they to chariots, and the steeds 29358|To Troy-town bound, and forth the mighty crowd 29358|Rusheth before him: when his eager mind's 29358|They may no longer bear, and of the mules 29358|And horses on the mules he bids himself. 29358|Lo there the Mænads! he hath brought them thence 29358|Brake off from camp, and with his people bid 29358|The city come unto his right hand. 29358|Such thing from Ilium went the war's request 29358|Unto old Anchises' heart, and all day long 29358|Forced them their wonted work, and bade them be 29358|Feared and welcomed as a God. 29358|But when the sun, whose radiance now had turned 29358|To noon, had worn his noon-day cloak, and left 29358|The earth and sea at even, then did he say: 29358|"O Father, since the thing that God hath willed 29358|Is mine, and thou, O Father, wilt bewail 29358|That thing without thee, not content with life, 29358|And let it go as God willed, do thou 29358|This, that I might have seen the awful King 29358|That never more shall bear his light of might: 29358| ======================================== SAMPLE 8530 ======================================== A little while ago, in the days before he found 3295|That his life's work was fruitless-- 3295|Had his life's work been done in this letter 3295|To a poor young girl he loved so well; 3295|He might have kept his vow of silence 3295|In the name of his god-anointed mother 3295|Who, seeing his grief, was moved to act. 3295|She read the letter, read another; 3295|And then another. And then the woman 3295|Came forth to meet her with her son, 3295|The lone and frail-limbed offspring of her love, 3295|(By the Church's excuse) his aged mother. 3295|She had given him much while her life 3295|Kept pace with his, but he had much more. 3295|"I have brought him to you," she said, 3295|"From his own country, by the name 3295|Of Haddock, or he died at sea." 3295|"And he is of poor means, you know. 3295|He can't pay us what we gave him." 3295|"You must give him whatever is left, 3295|Until he can afford to buy." 3295|"Yes, he can. I know you understand: 3295|Only two more days remain: 3295|Come, give him an account, as he can." 3295|"But I will--" "Well, what? I am afraid. 3295|You would keep his loss so hidden?" 3295|"Of course. Why would I hide a money loss? 3295|I hold you all in scorn. Look here!" 3295|She handed him a little bag with the lid 3295|Shut tight, a small purse. "This is now 3295|The girl's money, my old friend." 3295|And then she took the tiny purse and threw it 3295|In the grave where he lay. 3295|The poor boy watched her carry it away, 3295|But she was just too sweet to lose. 3295|And the two sat silent till the evening 3295|Went down with the moon. 3295|When I met the poor girl at the churchyard gate, 3295|Her child had hardly pressed its thin lips to hers, 3295|Her eyes were wide and wild, her lips were rent. 3295|And I was not the only one who was moved. 3295|'Twas the very first song she ever sang, 3295|And she told me so in her strange, low tones. 3295|"And many a time in my darkened room, 3295|While others were sleeping, I have stood" 3295|Oh bitter, painful words, how true 3295|"For I have stood and not been loved." 3295|She was twenty, I think, but I know her so well. 3295|One of a kind and wild women, 3295|Gentle but stern. 3295|The wild ones are so loud 3295|And loud. 3295|Oh, if no man is a lover, 3295|She'll die of a love not worthy of a lover. 3295|The moon is going down, the stars are shining bright, 3295|And the church bells ring out with a cheerful sound. 3295|But I can see no more the sweet face, 3295|I long for the darkness of the midnight. 3295|How the light gleams to and fro, 3295|The heavy darkness of the night! 3295|And I must seek the lonely house of God. 3295|A nightingale is singing in the orchard there, 3295|Beside his favorite berry, sweet, and calm in May. 3295|He sings so loud he hardly hears it, but he hears 3295|The music fall on his soul in blissful fear. 3295|I love that strain; how softly it floats on the air, 3295|Through the clear dawning, till it floats far away, 3295|Out of his thoughts, far out of ours, into the sky, 3295|Like a golden music from the heavens, and dies. 3295|There's a great crowd waiting now at the church, I know. 3295|He calls them--I know how it feels. I am sure 3295|There will be some with hearts set on wrong, like mine. 3295|Then ======================================== SAMPLE 8540 ======================================== 20|In thir new creation, they, as I before them, stand; 20|But all the rest, with wonder and amazement gaze, 20|And all the Host around them shout, and shake thir clubs, 20|As if to tell them what had been so marvelous. 20|Thus were the works of God described, as now I tell 20|My tale, or ere it ended, by the Father kind; 20|Whose attributes, in various forms, varying stand 20|In elect and in depraved hearts; for either good 20|Or bad, in varying temper, in various shapes, 20|Have made them oft, as varying worthiest, lose 20|Whatever good they lose, or what defend 20|They gain what now they lose: so much the more 20|They gain the evil, which they still inflict 20|On themselves, more miserable they remain, 20|And ever will remain, although the Good 20|Despoil them; therefore in whom those good attributes 20|Are commingled, and into thir own good 20|Transferr'd, have never good desires dispos'd 20|That they should serve other Gods, or serve the best. 20|This is the substance of all creatures smooth and round, 20|Matter soft as iron, tough as irons, dry 20|As unctuous water, easily digest'd, 20|Easy to digest, and in thy substance spread 20|Wide diffusive pleasures to all principial Nations. 20|Haste then to labour, and perform, above 20|The rest, what e're they wish, or e're it may, 20|Thy glorious office; much more perform, than think. 20|Such then was all thy Fathers, in thy Sons, 20|And they still prosper, failing, though they serve 20|Not God, nor will of God, but human power. 20|Who shall direct us, said Paul, or enlighten 20|Our learning, or partake his wisdom impart? 20|Know ye that Spirit of general Good, the Lord, 20|Immediate Judge, before whom all judgements are 20|Damnation by combat, and by fight by warfare 20|Served to good, and by endurance bystenser throes 20|Of death and danger death's ordeal then unto life! 20|For both are kingdoms, and unto the highest 20|Sole King by grace of His grace Omnipotent, 20|That he may will whatsoe'er the mind impels, 20|And, by His wisdom, will it just, or unjust, 20|To all, by His will or mere necessity; 20|But immediate good by His own voice is wrought 20|Without honour, hate, or fear of man or beast, 20|And the work is naught else but eternal good. 20|So be it, nor shall be lawful thee, nor 20|By kind or nature shall the word be hid: 20|But my Deliverer shall produce thee in mee, 20|Orphaned Son, Omnipotent, to show 20|Good without end, and end to all thy deeds. 20|That being produced, or so one way or other 20|Paul might be the Prophet, to vindicate the Prophet 20|By argument, and prove the former by the example 20|Of the latter; but in the mind of man so full, 20|No direct argument found against the former. 20|Therefore with such distempers mixed, and such 20|Rais'd in the mind of man the false and true, 20|It cannot well be stand to both together. 20|So farrd the Fiend afflicting, whether he 20|Stood on the right, or on the left hand of Pride; 20|And when he came to show his Ot way a-weather, 20|Paul himselfe (as he said) on wayde came. 20|Forth went the Ot from where he stood, and went 20|Before, as a fitter, his head on either side, 20|And spake no word, but with his Ot soft poind 20|Hang'd in a bough of Echinus, weeping sore, 20|And wak't for tears: and straight his burthen tount 20|In a sweet-briere, which for her pangs he brought, 20|His right hand took, and from his eyeball showde 20|The livid cheek in which he wept, forth gan 20|To raise his raiment, and to take in hand 20| ======================================== SAMPLE 8550 ======================================== 7394|That day of darkness, dark and loud, 7394|The dawn-wind blowing free, 7394|Ruffled with the o'erwhelming rush 7394|Of waters from the ground, 7394|And a clear sky and golden morn; 7394|I had not known, I ween, 7394|That God's sweet light was here, 7394|And I, a lowly boy, had walked 7394|O'er hill and stream and bower; 7394|And all around me the new air 7394|Smooths all the rugged ground, 7394|And the sky with stars is bright and blue, 7394|And my spirit feels a light and sound 7394|Like some great choir within my soul 7394|Borne far from mortal eyes. 7394|God's bright angels bear before 7394|The gifts of His love and rest; 7394|They walk on angel bough 7394|Through all that life of ours 7394|That, like a choir, goes by; 7394|The vision comes to me at last; 7394|I hear them, "Come, earthlings, come! 7394|God calls you, and a new day dawns; 7394|Come! earthlings, come!" 7394|He called with His new sun, 7394|And wept with joy to hear His call; 7394|We hear the voice--I bend my knee, 7394|Ye happy bards and singers still, 7394|That wait with prayer on that bright day! 7394|The sun goes down, and the dew is cold; 7394|The winds come forth to sigh and weep; 7394|They kiss our last sad feet and throw 7394|Their last sad tear on the gory plain; 7394|Then back to where the dawn is set, 7394|Back to the ways of day they go, 7394|And still in the dark earth's heart abide. 7394|When all the stars are set in heaven, 7394|On some fair day, when night abides, 7394|And the stars' worlds in peace repose, 7394|Let all who will rejoice for that,-- 7394|The angels, with their golden beards, 7394|Who smile and worship in their wings; 7394|Who, clad in white, the angel mails 7394|To their black haunts in the black air,-- 7394|The angels, whose high task is to shield 7394|The earth from death, and teach her laws 7394|To the brave, victorious arm of God,-- 7394|Let them the songless angels greet 7394|With such a joyous joy each time 7394|They come from God's dark task-workings forth. 7394|When all the stars are set in heaven, 7394|On some fair day, when night abides, 7394|And a thousand angels watch the skies 7394|And sing at evening every year,-- 7394|The angels, with their silvery songs 7394|To the bright world of angel bells,-- 7394|Be ready then, for the angel choir, 7394|That ever comes with that happy day, 7394|To sing the joy of that bright morn 7394|When all the stars on earth are set 7394|In God's new glory every year. 7394|When the golden earth-shine is gone, 7394|And the twilight comes, and the stars go; 7394|When the great sky has opened its wings 7394|To let in the glad fresh sun's ray,-- 7394|Let all the children of the earth 7394|Who sing on all the seasons' wings, 7394|Gladly come back with their voices blest, 7394|To sing, while Earth's childlike children wait 7394|For the glad bright day when they are free from toil. 7394|Then come, for the Lord shall give you rest; 7394|He has a hand for all your toil; 7394|His merciful angels guard the earth, 7394|And guard it well, through each changing season; 7394|He waits for your happy joyous play, 7394|Who sing on all the seasons' joyous days 7394|That live by the golden sun's light; 7394|And though He came the all in vain 7394|To the earth of ancient days, 7394|He will guard ======================================== SAMPLE 8560 ======================================== 2888|It ain't no how, but we must go! 2888|I ain't as gay as a lark; 2888|I've a little thing that makes me sing, 2888|And I'm sick of the world to-night. 2888|I was going to the village fair 2888|I was going to the town-- 2888|But there's a fair was shut, 2888|And I think those old ladies 2888|May be having a rout. 2888|And this is what I learnt this morning 2888|I learnt this morning, from the boughs 2888|That hid my garden-good: 2888|"What is he saying?" "Who?" 2888|"Who is the wind playing at the gate?" 2888|For there are no winds to come and blow, 2888|Nor gates to open, nor gates to close, 2888|No, nor the silence of the sea to break. 2888|Why is my garden so full of flowers?! 2888|"Who goes there?" said yesterday's boy, 2888|And he said, "Who goes there?" 2888|How should I answer, when my garden 2888|That night was closed, and a light at the gate 2888|Was only a door I knew of; 2888|The wind that came there may have been the sun, 2888|Or he may be a spy, or the wind may be 2888|A thing for mischief. 2888|For he may be a spy, or he may not, 2888|And he may be a thing for mischief. 2888|"Who is laughing at the village?" said yesterday's boy, 2888|And he said, "Who is laughing?" 2888|The wind that laughed may have a wit for mirth, 2888|Or he may be a thing for naught. 2888|Or he may be a thing for naught, and none 2888|Of the things that I've said. 2888|Or I may be a thing for nothing, and he 2888|May be the devil. 2888|What is it to the garden in the night? 2888|What is it to the sea that wails and cries? 2888|What is it to your heart that wails and cries, 2888|And what does it avail? 2888|In my garden in the night 2888|It is the cry of a lonely sea-bird; 2888|In my sea-bird cry it is not made, 2888|In my cry not made is the voice of my heart. 2888|If you had told me yesterday 2888|Your garden lay in a cloud; 2888|Or that when I came back 2888|You had gone out in the night 2888|And found it not; 2888|I should have said "O tell me, tell me, 2888|Was you sorry you have came back in the night?" 2888|How should I reply to your answer today? 2888|For the sound of the wind is not made 2888|In the silence of the seas to sound, 2888|And the cry of the winds is not made 2888|When waves break on the shore. 2888|And yet it hath a sweetness to it 2888|Though it have not a sound of woe, 2888|And it hath a radiance to it 2888|From sunny fields and cities near. 2888|But it hath a sadness to it 2888|That hath not a sheltering shore, 2888|That hath a sadness to it 2888|That hath not place in song. 2888|When I look on the garden in the night, 2888|Each blade of grass hath an eye in it, 2888|One flower is a star. 2888|When I watch across the waste of sands 2888|The sun sinks in the West, ah, then I know 2888|The world grows old. 2888|There is a voice in the world, a voice of a song: 2888|"My garden is filled with flowers; 2888|"My garden is beautiful, my garden is fair; 2888|"My garden with weeds is dank, my garden is blind: 2888|"My garden is full of weeds, my garden is dry; 2888|"My garden is bare of flower, 2888|"I have planted all my flowers ======================================== SAMPLE 8570 ======================================== 35402|My mind; but if it was his will 35402|That to her words atone, I know 35402|That in his words she should be seen 35402|To hear her heart's tears fall. 35402|There was his love; and her sweet blood 35402|Shall be her tears to keep; 35402|And if he had let her not know, 35402|And let her not reveal, 35402|What if her soul had been as dead 35402|Since that dark hour in life, 35402|And all the angels seen dead and lost, 35402|And all God's joys but broken 35402|In those sad eyes, she made? 35402|When all these things she made, what then? 35402|Her love was ended; but his love 35402|As for his master's sake, 35402|Her who had loved him but no more, 35402|Would keep the memory. 35402|And yet, of all these things she did, 35402|I saw her, when in sleep 35402|She heard her heart's last love-word, fell 35402|Somewhat ill-suited; 35402|And when she dreamed of it awake, 35402|The night was long and dark and wide; 35402|And many a time she wept, to know 35402|She should be sorrowing. 35402|For her love was made, how may I say? 35402|With all our love of her and usen, 35402|In all our joy and pain? 35402|What then? that all our joy and pain 35402|And all our sorrow, and delight 35402|And malcontent of heart and head, 35402|At one with this were one? 35402|She was a good girl; I had eyes 35402|And ears not hard as hers to hear 35402|Though her love-love be; 35402|Her eyes were full of laughter and love 35402|And the sweet laughter of her mirth, 35402|Her ears full of sweet delight, 35402|As any tree with flowers. 35402|O sweet! she was a good girl; I had eyes 35402|And ears and kisses and delight, 35402|Sweet, and bright, like a tree that had won 35402|The love of heaven's bride; 35402|Sweet! a tree in a happy land; 35402|Sweet! a child full heartily blest, 35402|And born to a fair wife's house. 35402|Her breath was like a bird on wing, 35402|Her kisses were sweet as spring; 35402|No tree had grown a branch too near 35402|Her face; her body's a-flame, 35402|Though not one limb hath the fire thereon 35402|That light it near a bee, 35402|A bird's nest. 35402|Her life was as a tree that hath 35402|The breath of all good things by day, 35402|Of all delight in the year; 35402|The breath's fire from her body fled 35402|As love's breath from a man's breast; 35402|The sweetness of her joy and health 35402|Was kindliness to heart and cheek; 35402|The colour of her limbs and brown 35402|Was love's colour; and the music 35402|Of the sun-kissed earth she heard. 35402|A thousand years ago did burn 35402|Her golden hair; nor had a soul 35402|A face more fair than hers could bear; 35402|The soul's sweet looks in her eyes, 35402|Were a soft face and a gay; 35402|Such hair as that her mother had 35402|Touched with the golden wand; 35402|Such hair as that the gods may bind 35402|In silver brasses bright. 35402|A thousand years have bound it in, 35402|A thousand gold have woven it; 35402|The sun-born earth hath made it true; 35402|In this she sings and dies. 35402|And yet she wakens not, nor wakes; 35402|The love-light in her eyes burns bright; 35402|Her tongue is free to sing or sigh; 35402|But never word escapes, 35402|Though not a bird's song in her mouth. 35402|And yet she is not all of us; 35402|There are men and women strong ======================================== SAMPLE 8580 ======================================== 24869|Each lord and peerly servant; 24869|And each his noble steed he brought 24869|With saddening harness bound. 24869|He gave the courser to the best, 24869|The charioteer his charioteer, 24869|And forth his servants led him forth 24869|In form illustrious-faced. 24869|They brought the noble king, the bride, 24869|With all her train, a-while apart, 24869|A lovely car, each gem-bright shine 24869|With ornament and lance. 24869|Then Ráma with his troops advanced 24869|On Viśvámitra’s fair hill, 24869|Who in all grace, who all displayed 24869|With honour high that guest might claim. 24869|With many a banner fair and bright 24869|The guests had for their side. 24869|Canto CIX. The Battle. 24869|The giant Ráma led the van, 24869|The noble Lakshmaṇ on his arm, 24869|And Sítá, queen of birds, 24869|The ladies’ son, his chosen dame. 24869|And Lakshmaṇ by their side, 24869|As well he knew how to bestow, 24869|The sons of Raghu led, 24869|His royal host, that princely pair 24869|Were the selected guests. 24869|And the fair nymphs, with reverent tread, 24869|By Sítá’s side the dame had placed. 24869|Then stood to look and greet 24869|The guests with many a glance. 24869|When Lakshmaṇ and the Bráhmans saw 24869|The Bráhmans’ host was here, 24869|And all the guests assembled, they 24869|Commanded in accents sweet 24869|To welcome to their road 24869|The Bráhman friends, the holy band 24869|Of spirits sent by Indra(926) 24869|Who, coming from the east, had come 24869|To seek in that fair wood 24869|Some sage whose favour yet should prove 24869|Benevolent and just. 24869|Thus at the Bráhman hosts were sent 24869|The Bráhmans, and the dame, 24869|And, with reverent hand to hand, 24869|Their hosts were led in fear. 24869|To them the great King of Wind 24869|The Bráhman Bráhmans spoke; 24869|“Come forth together, and be mindful 24869|Lest the dread Soma tread.” 24869|And with the Lord of Wind 24869|Sítá and the Bráhmans came, 24869|While from the wood an answering shout, 24869|Drew to the river’s side. 24869|Then swift in chariots of light 24869|Comes Ráma to the fray, 24869|When Sítá near him follows, 24869|And Lakshmaṇ by his side. 24869|Their Bráhmans so honoured stand, 24869|And Bráhmans, and the dame, 24869|With every sweet-toned instrument 24869|Shall rouse the Bráhman race. 24869|O’er them the wind their bridles let 24869|And bear the Bráhman train. 24869|Let these, all these, their host prepare 24869|To meet their Lord’s approach; 24869|And while their steeds at distance drive 24869|The Bráhman host shall take 24869|This lonely wood with all its trees 24869|And many a fair tree drop, 24869|And every plant and every brook 24869|Upon the ground shall sink. 24869|That thou, O mighty lord, mayst do 24869|Thy proper duty, and, 24869|Wise, true, like Indra, wilt thou reign 24869|O’er each in turn Thy rule. 24869|Then let mine eyes be blest with joy, 24869|Like Indra’s of old, 24869|Gathering to the glorious throne 24869|In Vritra’s dark domain. 24869|Come with thy Bráhman bands, O Queen ======================================== SAMPLE 8590 ======================================== 1241|All in a breath. I did not care. 1241|He said he would come when it rained. 1241|It rained and it rained, and still 1241|It rained. 1241|And I stayed here all the day. 1241|It rained and it rained: 1241|And still it rained. 1241|I did not stop to think: 1241|I only stopped to wait: 1241|I kept my head a hat inside, 1241|And waited my turn. 1241|I did not ask: I only waited, 1241|And still it rained. 1241|The wind from off the fields of hay, 1241|It did not hurt; 1241|The wind from off the fields of wheat, 1241|It did not stray. 1241|The drowsy breath of the Orient, 1241|The dreamy scent of the Last Herb, 1241|The mellow flute of the Spring, 1241|The low lorn lute of Summer, 1241|The ruddy fire-fly's lute -- 1241|It did not stay to these, 1241|Or go any more. 1241|It went to meet the Past, 1241|And left a trail to the Future -- 1241|That trail all truant, 1241|And truant for ever: -- 1241|The dust and the flowers and the leaves, 1241|That never knew a Year drear 1241|To what it might become. 1241|In what, on what, these things have been 1241|Who knows? Time may yet unroll 1241|The sacred scroll of flowers, -- 1241|Of leaves, and of years, and of days: -- 1241|For, in the old, old days, 1241|Before the world went abroad, 1241|A poet, lone, and old, and blind, 1241|Lived in a world without a name, 1241|Beyond the pale of man. 1241|The world's an empty name of nothingness, -- 1241|Laws as empty as dross and wind: 1241|And yet I know a happier name 1241|For poets who have never been. 1241|Then out of the deep where none might tread, 1241|His face was turned to the light of night, 1241|Where none might enter his soul's desire, 1241|And none could heed his lips of rest. 1241|The land where there was never a May 1241|Seemed all a starry winter's sleep: 1241|And no footfall reached that dim retreat 1241|But was guided by some star. 1241|His face was turned and his eyes were kind, 1241|And sweet, like starry angels' eyes, 1241|That glittered at the gates of some high place, 1241|Or some pale, mystic house of snow. 1241|The skies were dim and the night was deep, 1241|And the old walls re-echoed yet 1241|With the loud tramp of lost souls, like feet 1241|That do not find the stairway dark. 1241|The world is all a starry room, 1241|And, in the glow, all dim and bright, 1241|The ghosts of lost souls like star-dust, 1241|That, lost through birth, and death, and birth, 1241|Are stilled and dwelling there. 1241|I heard the bells of Christmas go, 1241|They call to youth and old and young; 1241|I saw the saints, like angels wing 1241|Their flight across the Christmas night. 1241|I saw the children, each like a star 1241|Beneath the smitten curtain laid. 1241|The children of the children to-day 1241|The curtain withdrew, and they 1241|Sank, like a sleeping angel's robe, 1241|Into their angel-lending sky. 1241|The bells of Christmas call at last: 1241|Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye! 1241|Sing on, sweet bells; what bells do keep 1241|Of that sweet sound, that sounds so clear? 1241|The joy, the peace, the blessedness, 1241|Of Christmas? Sing on! 1241|Sing on, sweet bells, so ======================================== SAMPLE 8600 ======================================== 8187|But not a word of what thou art. 8187|"And now, at least, thou shalt, I fear, 8187|"Have _a_ fair, well-fitting veil, 8187|"Wherein to put off the earth 8187|"The face that makes thee so pale. 8187|"And be not so dainty-fain 8187|"That thou couldst fain have flown 8187|"On his dear head, to flit 8187|"In a glorious, unvalued night. 8187|"Nor, like the moths that come and go, 8187|"Like the nymphs that haunt the flow'rs, 8187|"Of which we have our sweetest names-- 8187|"I will not, do you know, 8187|"Hither let him be brought down! 8187|"In a night of such a size 8187|"No mortal, even if he 8187|"Could have come, I think, to worse." 8187|'Twas now the time when Phosphor 8187|Had left his starry skies for good; 8187|And so the goddess' self, in pride, 8187|Was now to pay the due service 8187|With some new-fashioned sacrifice. 8187|For, as she had been wont to do, 8187|To some sweet-faced maid or maiden, 8187|She would make a temple of her own, 8187|And a pure temple with a steeple, 8187|And a golden altar, and a fountain, 8187|And a priest who would be known, no doubt, 8187|As the sweetest kind--the priest of songs, 8187|That would sing to the moon and to the sun 8187|Their praises; while on evenings of its 8187|Lustrous gold, a fountain or two 8187|Inlaid round with golden bands, 8187|(The rest by cunning she could spare 8187|For the best stuff they had about,) 8187|Would serve again to remind her 8187|Her lover of her worth and worth 8187|Of her love and how she loved him. 8187|And now, in a dream she had been standing 8187|In a dream with a smile on her face 8187|(As she, with one pale shadow, had _thrown 8187|Before her the keys of the house), 8187|And her voice, not echoing from the halls, 8187|Was echoing and singing as she sung, 8187|While down round her inlaid head 8187|And his whole essence,--life and sound, 8187|Were rising to pour down hers, 8187|In golden drops or else in tears; 8187|Till some slight whisper in the night, 8187|Tinging with some light perfume the air, 8187|Seemed wafting to her mind her song. 8187|And thus she sang her vision of sweet, 8187|Invisible lovers, who, they seem, 8187|Were listening and watching, all the while, 8187|In their hearts that symphony ran-- 8187|So rich, all sweet, it seemed like a symphony, 8187|Which none but these, of all the gods or men, 8187|Though gods, could reach and move, as the lyre 8187|She had so fondly dreamed for her heart! 8187|"Thus, oh thus thus, my soul hath danced 8187|"In the dance of the spheres and the earth, 8187|"In the dance these fair orbs and their sons 8187|"Have told so much of their beauty and powers, 8187|"The gods shall learn how to love and adore,-- 8187|"And the sun, when he sees each new planet, 8187|"And the moon, when she sees her old one again, 8187|"May, like the nymph who has married the lily, 8187|"Take up her love and rejoice with it, 8187|"And the worlds shall laugh to their cherubim!" 8187|When, just as she sang, a bright form, 8187|A sprite, all lights and joys of earth, 8187|The same as if not so bright; 8187|The same as if not so bright,-- 8187|In that bright form was seen to glide, 8187|In the air-balloon and ======================================== SAMPLE 8610 ======================================== 18500|'E's a laird-man, 18500|Wad na for his ain wife, 18500|An' auld Langsie's children, weel he canna wed. 18500|But auld wives are curst, 18500|When men come frae 'mang 'em a' an' scourgeth awa.' 18500|And the devil winna let 'em grieve or 'scape, 18500|His duke must gie 'em a gie-an'-gleedie. 18500|He has winna gie to 't like a duke at sea, 18500|But he has giaute us 'taters, 18500|An' giaute us 'taters when the ship 's gie me. 18500|We'll come to the gate, 18500|An' we'll gae to your head, 18500|And we'll gae you guid sourdough-sweet, 18500|An' we'll gae you guid sourdough-sweet! 18500|The rue will beginning to flow, 18500|When at fair Drinrith 18500|Auld Scotland's dames 18500|Are fain to try on me 18500|An' me on them. 18500|Gin I had wamed my horn, 18500|While on board the Fair 18500|To get a 'bunt 18500|For the fair countra's fair, 18500|I wad a' things that I doe 18500|Both singan an' dame; 18500|But gin I had wamed my horn, 18500|I'll make thee sing 18500|My song, while the ship dames doe coom 18500|To yoke the wimble broom, 18500|And make them laden be 18500|Wi' the merry merriest time. 18500|"Loudoun's rose bower," sang the poet, "is a bright spot in the sky, 18500|When the flowers of beauty live but in the air, 18500|Its fragrance breathes even to the stars above: 18500|And that's the reason, if you love a fair, 18500|'Tis the rose's rose. 18500|"O what a pity," he sigh'd, "that such a pair 18500|Were half-a-yard from each other," said Mr. Scott, of Warkworth, 18500|"They never were supposed alive to meet," 18500|She sat on the rail, 18500|The sun was so near her, 18500|As oft as he shunn'd her, she shrill'd her hill and town. 18500|Her own dame and maid 18500|Had got the shock, so they thought, some business on her part. 18500|She sat on the rail, 18500|The sun was so near her, 18500|As oft as he shunn'd her, she shrill'd her hill and town. 18500|They had been merry awhile, 18500|But to silence her they had tried the quickest toe: 18500|For their song, "Was ever tongue so raike," they say, 18500|Is in the valley far away, 18500|O! then who'll tell us to drive 18500|Some other morning, or a day later, and drive 18500|Some other morning, and never more see that valley. 18500|There they were drowned in weeping; 18500|As we were drowned in sighing, 18500|Or drowned in weeping or in sighing; 18500|They were both of them found drowned; 18500|And they never mair were seen here again. 18500|"The Sun's in his Ass," sung the Monk to a great Fox, 18500|On a rock just in the middle of his skull; 18500|But he had heard how the creatures, at night, were stupefied, 18500|Said, "I'll bet you a guinea that he's as light as a lark; 18500|And as for his tail, it's just a thing to be waving about." 18500|To the Monk they made their acquaintance, the Fox they did not, 18500|Till out of his hat the Fox began to declare; 18500|"I'll give you twenty, though you may hit it if you'll, sir, not too," 18500|Says the Monk, "It 's just to make ======================================== SAMPLE 8620 ======================================== 11689|It shall be said in the record, 11689|"The dead came back 11689|"At the last trumpet call of the day 11689|--The day the day of doom!" 11689|I'll tell you, my dears, I wish you joy 11689|And the glad reunion of a friend 11689|On a "holy" errand to you and me. 11689|So, here's our Christmas cards: 11689|Now, little boy, be good! 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still! 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still! 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still! 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still. 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still; 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still. 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still! 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still. 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still. 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still. 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still. 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still. 11689|And the big truck won't stand so 11689|And the big truck won't stand so, 11689|And the big truck won't stand so, 11689|And the big truck won't stand so. 11689|When all the world seems dark 11689|And the stars seem far away, 11689|And the night is fast asleep, 11689|When there's but a dim moon 11689|Thro' the darkness, still-- 11689|Oh, come back again! 11689|And the little truck go trotling in 11689|Across a path that's plain, 11689|And they reach a house that's very big, 11689|And a cellar far, 11689|And the moon's white face, and the starlight, 11689|And the very big star 11689|Thro' the cellar, all, 11689|And the trees all look up to see 11689|That there's a little boy asleep 11689|On the floor. 11689|When there's but a little house, and a star-white moon, 11689|And the dark woods all around. 11689|And the little truck goes trotting in, 11689|Across a path that's plain, 11689|And they see a mouse on the door-stone, 11689|And a bird outside on the roof, 11689|And on the kitchen table a mouse, 11689|And the bird upon the tree; 11689|And the little boy's on the floor, 11689|And the little dog in the corner -- 11689|Oh come back again! 11689|And the little truck goes trotting in 11689|Across a path that's plain, 11689|And they see a lamp in the window, 11689|And a candle in the chair 11689|And the little dog in the corner -- 11689|Oh come back again! 11689|But, oh--come back! 11689|And the little truck goes trotting so! 11689|When the stars and the moon are gone, 11689|And the little truck goes trotting so! 11689|When the stars and the moon are gone, 11689|And the little truck goes trotting so! 11689|They came from out a world all strange-- 11689|From empty rooms, with hands and feet 11689|Strange-loved together, and the eyes 11689|Of both with tenderness full. 11689|But still they did but greet each other, 11689|For they never knew each other; 11689|And the little boy in the corner 11689|Never saw the little girl, 11689|Whose heart was as white as snow. 11689|And all the stars were hid in Heaven, 11689|Nor knew they from a star to shine-- 11689|For heaven was wide to every one, 11689|And starry spirits never go 11689|To the corners of a child's heart. 11689|Then their feet were fastened in their shrouds, 11689|And down the track they stood and stood 11689|In a long embrace clasping fast 11689|Their hands with longing and delight; 11689|For never since she came ======================================== SAMPLE 8630 ======================================== 8187|"I can't be mistaken-- 8187|"A bird, I think, to the East 8187|"Has lately to-day 8187|"With his eye on us now; 8187|"And a wing, at least. 8187|"A bird of passage, I trust,-- 8187|"He's flown from his call, 8187|"And will ever be home again." 8187|"Oh! happy, happy birds are they!" 8187|The bird cried, and sang. 8187|"Why do I sing and not die?" 8187|(The song was of his heart.) 8187|The bird had been married,--then in a shower 8187|Of rain this one-two strike 8187|Struck on his mouth whose first was parted 8187|By the dry rain-drop's gleam. 8187|And the rain--and the thunder 8187|Broken loose in his gizzard, 8187|Gave a joyous thrill to the insect, 8187|And in his mouth it was "Oh!" 8187|While his wings, as he flew and sang, 8187|Made up a sweet melody; 8187|And there hung down his wings with splendor 8187|From them where they glittered to him. 8187|"Thou bird-like one with wings so rare, 8187|"May I for one the least 8187|"Like thee on the watery plain to sit?-- 8187|"For one hour of the longest day 8187|"Has been, at last, thy bower. 8187|"Now 'tis my parting farewell 8187|"That I will bring to thee hence; 8187|"Take this parting leaf, and thus farewell-- 8187|I'll hang it where that 'tis cold. 8187|In his last night-hour, 'twas his crown, 8187|In heaven with him, 'tis said, 8187|To crown life's last delightful hour. 8187|"Let him not to-night with his fate 8187|"The last of life let him fly; 8187|"But his spirit must have a night 8187|"Of long regret and rest." 8187|For his heart still is in heaven, 8187|And shall be until he's blest 8187|With that sweet night-life that fills 8187|The universe of ray. 8187|And now, to make it bright, 8187|These bright flowers in flowers shall be 8187|(His) bright dream in the bright air. 8187|So in my heart's own light, 8187|These leaves shall be sweetly shed: 8187|"The rain is falling, rain is falling, 8187|"And I am dying!" thus he cried, 8187|And all earth was athrobbing, 8187|When, in the first full moonlight shower, 8187|He left life's starlight shore. 8187|For the bright wings had been worn 8187|(By storms) with so short a span, 8187|And they would not be blest 8187|(Such nights) as they gave him then, 8187|When, at his birth, he breathed for him 8187|That first of earthly songs! 8187|Oh, happy, happy tree! 8187|That clung to the first white leaf 8187|And, having slumber'd there, breathes again 8187|All the last joy of her young years over, 8187|Tho' the deep wounds of life there be 8187|That never will heal. 8187|But a few moons since from thy gloom 8187|A traveller came, and with him 8187|Strange tidings to thy sister brought; 8187|The day we look'd on their dark wing 8187|Was not a day for love or bliss! 8187|For on our little green-girt cot 8187|Two dark, strange faces were seen-- 8187|The one who lookt with a smile at us, 8187|And seemed to say, "I can forget them; 8187|"Love is too sad for tears and pain." 8187|But when she saw the dark wings, then 8187|She lookt with a fierce and bitter eye, 8187|And answer'd, "If life were made for strife, 8187|"I'd choose that trade over Paradise." 8187 ======================================== SAMPLE 8640 ======================================== May God have mercy on her, 29345|And send her healing through this anguish?" 29345|Then Ruth began: "The man is dead, 29345|The man is dead, and I am here." 29345|"Oh, God!" she said, "My darling, you, 29345|What kind of things you will!" Her smile 29345|Faded away; the voice came now 29345|As if in prayer: "I will pray God to forgive him." 29345|"Yes, yes," she said; "we will forgive him." 29345|"You will forgive him?" "Oh, yes, 29345|In God's name, forgive him!" 29345|A long time after this it happened that Ruth 29345|Went through a door alone. 29345|He went out one day 29345|Into the garden and stopped him. 29345|"Come back," she said, "with what I had, 29345|Bring with you and my brother, 29345|Bring a letter,--a letter, you must." 29345|He came not back, the garden was bare, 29345|And a great pain came on him. 29345|"Here is your letter--take it." 29345|He took the letter with him 29345|Out of his letter-case, 29345|But the letter was torn and torn 29345|Asunder in his hands. 29345|He found under the torn lid 29345|The letter that he had brought. 29345|It said: "Take this as sign 29345|That I will forgive you." 29345|A man came up and cried out, 29345|"My sister Ruth has found 29345|A letter for her mother." 29345|And Ruth answered him in tears: 29345|"Take it, my child; go back with it 29345|To where you laid it down." 29345|"I will never come again; 29345|Take it and leave it here 29345|For her mother to see. 29345|She will be too sad to read it, 29345|And no more so will I." 29345|And there it is now. 29345|"Come over here and tell me 29345|Who was my father." 29345|The child ran in 29345|And came out cold and dead, 29345|And he didn't speak no more. 29345|"My mother couldn't work-- 29345|She wouldn't tell you. 29345|There wasn't no trouble; 29345|She thought he was at rest-- 29345|She knew he would have died 29345|Before she could get to work! 29345|The man couldn't do no more." 29345|"I wasn't crying, 29345|And I wasn't a liar, 29345|Though my mother lied, 29345|And she's dead and gone." 29345|They were all gone; and they came to Ruth once more 29345|And asked how her mother had been coping. 29345|"She's at rest," said Ruth, "and no one knows, 29345|Though we keep a little log with her name on." 29345|"I wish she would come out again," said Ruth, 29345|"And let us bury all at once, as boys do." 29345|So Ruth told them all her story, till she told 29345|The olden story, that no one ever knew: 29345|The things that only come true at last. 29345|There is a lake that stretches out all day 29345|Between the hills and valleys of the West; 29345|And there are houses there who live and die, 29345|And there are villages where the people live, 29345|And there are islands where the fishing-boats go, 29345|And little shacks with roofs of birch and stone-- 29345|No other story is as grand as this. 29345|The great sea, the mighty sea, 29345|Where the wind comes and the waves come and go, 29345|And all is motion of motion--and yet sleep. 29345|It is the old story--though the truth goes still 29345|Among the murmuring pools and dappled sea. 29345|A dog and I went out together. 29345|I, the big, loud dog, 29345|Who never stood still. 29345|And he, the tiny, timid mane. 29345 ======================================== SAMPLE 8650 ======================================== 1837|In the old churchyard they tell 1837|Where the grave of Sir Thomas Frye lies: 1837|How Sir Thomas dreamed, 1837|On Christmas Eve, 1837|Of an old love that was dead, gone by. 1837|How in that strange night 1837|The sweet old maiden's eyes 1837|Looked out of the window o'er the waste of years. 1837|"My, but it's a long time since I saw thee last!" 1837|And the grave church-sodden grave 1837|Seems a tomb to him; but the maiden's eyes 1837|Gleam in the window all night, as if she loved him, 1837|And sees her own, unknown since that Christmas Eve. 1837|For when the night grew dark, 1837|Maid of the grave 1837|Came the gleam 1837|Of a moonlit, moonpath cottage, white and warm. 1837|A white moth danced round the window-pane; 1837|Moth and dim ghost in the moonpath. 1837|Lulled, mated, she drew 1837|White-winged in; 1837|Lulled, mated, they dreamed in the moonpath, 1837|And I waked, and I know not which was she. 1837|Ah, there she lies; 1837|Dead in that moonpath--dead to me and thee. 1837|And I know, in that place 1837|She has lain, 1837|Dead to me and thine, as a ghost sleeps by the moon. 1837|Sorrow is a soft thing; 1837|Grief's a bitter thing; 1837|Sorrow is a gentle thing; 1837|Grief a bitter thing: 1837|It cometh late, and it grieves late, 1837|Grief a sweet thing--still it grieves late. 1837|O, thou sad mourner, 1837|Wilt thou turn to weeping 1837|Over the long-drawn grave-way? 1837|And wilt thou think of me, 1837|And wilt thou die for my sake, 1837|And turn to weeping o'er the long-drawn grave? 1837|The night of death's sweet peace comes in, 1837|When the cold stars shine, the world sleeps in, 1837|The old winds murmur 'twere best 1837|All night long to die, 1837|O, for the night comes with slow breath, 1837|And the old night goes with me; 1837|And the dreams that I dreamed in sleep, 1837|And dreamed so sweet in sleep, 1837|That they rise on that dear grave-side on the cold night-air, 1837|The dreams that I dream to-night. 1837|Like the night-wind, slow, 1837|And slow the tears go, falling 'neath the dim pall 1837|That shakes all the leaves, 1837|And o'er the silent grave-road 1837|That leads to death, 1837|Falling like quiet rain, 1837|Breathing strange odours, like the breath of dear loved ones passing, 1837|Pass from pale lips that seem not to moan, 1837|And eyes that never learn'd to weep, 1837|And lips that seem a living still longer tenderness upon them 1837|folds them in her heart, and a new light is within her eyes. 1837|She sees with sudden tears afar, 1837|Her child, her only child, in the grave. 1837|She stands and she weeps, but her tears fall coldly. 1837|What though my child have died, my child? 1837|They shall not die, for my heart knows that he will come back to me 1837|And as he comes, and he cometh, 1837|He cannot die. 1837|My soul knows nought of time and place, 1837|And nothing of long regret; 1837|And the new light is dim and vast 1837|Upon the grave. 1837|O, sweet as the dew of the light, 1837|How doth the new wind stir 1837|And stir, and flow into her eyes 1837|That have lost their tears. 1837|She is not here, she is not here, 1837| ======================================== SAMPLE 8660 ======================================== 42058|From a far-off land, to a far-off town, 42058|From the darkening gloaming, to the sunlit lake, 42058|From the stormy brine, to the calm and blue sky. 42058|She did not understand; she was a maid; 42058|But her heart was in the house of her birth, 42058|And the longing of her heart was in the sea. 42058|And she leaned toward the window, and she sang, 42058|And the moon shone on the shining stream, 42058|And the clouds grew gray and gray, and the wave 42058|Went down in gray, and the moonlight fell 42058|Like light along the gray-haired cliffs, where rise 42058|The lonely mountains, and the little waves 42058|Of the pale hills, and lo! they grow like flowers, 42058|That fall upon the graves of the maidens dead, 42058|But evermore the wind goes down in rain 42058|And the far-off wind, in the blue silent sky, 42058|Sighs, as he will never again blow sunshine 42058|Upon those hilltops of starry height, 42058|Till the last leaf-fall of the Autumn moon 42058|Comes down, and the last white star is gone. 42058|But a little child sat smiling in the garden, 42058|Singing the songs of many a distant place, 42058|And only she and I were left apart. 42058|The little boy had gone with his mother 42058|To look upon the trembling sea, 42058|And on the roofs of tents where many dead 42058|Lay, in their last chill and pain, and weep. 42058|But she, poor maiden, in her lonely place 42058|By the old sea-shore still and brown, 42058|Had heard the great winds of the summer sea 42058|Bring her home from many a waking dream. 42058|And oft, when she was silent long, 42058|A sad and echoing melancholy 42058|Was lying about her summer-dark hair, 42058|Or curled about her knees, or lying 42058|In the hollow of her hand, or murmuring 42058|Among her tangled hair, till her thoughts grew 42058|Strange, and she grew aware of something darker 42058|Than dream and sleep could tell. 42058|And in that dark and dreadful spot 42058|She lay in her bed, and only heard 42058|The rippling waters of the sea. 42058|And still she lay, until the sudden rain 42058|Brought dreams of many a distant sea; 42058|And ever on the roof the sad wind sang, 42058|While in the tents she lay and watched the rain, 42058|Or listened in the tent to the rain. 42058|And ever upon the roof the sad wind beat: 42058|And still she lay till a great pain came, 42058|And left her in her bed and heard the wind, 42058|While the great rain still beat, and the great sea beat. 42058|But sometimes she would think of things unreal, 42058|And think the strange night is a part of her, 42058|A part she fears that she cannot tell, 42058|The pain that comes upon her, when she hears 42058|The rain fall on the roof of tents, or when 42058|She listens in the rain for the rain 42058|That falls into her tent, and dies there. 42058|And then she thought, if she could only fly, 42058|And make her flight far off far out of sight, 42058|And hide in the dark for many a mile, 42058|To heaven, and there,--like many another soul-- 42058|She should be happy in a strange land again, 42058|With many great gods and many great men. 42058|And, on the topmost peak of that strange tower, 42058|That stands amid the thunder-clouds of fear, 42058|There should she find a city, all in gray, 42058|Wherein she might be safe from men, and see 42058|The lights go out, and the lamps burn again, 42058|And the great sun sit down in the blackness, 42058|And shine a moment and become whole, 42058|And the great waters run and dance on the sands. 42058|There should she find a ======================================== SAMPLE 8670 ======================================== 29345|The things that's on her mind are very few and far between. 29345|The things she'd say she'd like to make her own to please. 29345|They're like the things that make you feel good in the best way-- 29345|They're things you have your choice in the world-- 29345|They are good for life when they seem good to you. 29345|It's not the things we do, but a certain way that makes or marrs life. 29345|I've heard a poet say he had no choice in his song, 29345|He had to have it for a reason; what were it to him 29345|If he found all the words were the same but run backwards and forwards 29345|All the time the engine jerked and jerked behind him? 29345|I wonder if the words are the same to a child 29345|When he hears the engine jerk behind him 29345|And sees it come up so sharply on the end of the string 29345|Innocuously with a jerk and jerk and jerk 29345|He knows that they mean the same to him. 29345|There's some things you just can't always foresee, 29345|There's some things that stick with you till you can't put the knife 29345|In them to understand them any more. 29345|And a man's heart beats a very rough tune 29345|When he thinks of all the things the past has meant. 29345|A man's life makes a very rough tune 29345|When he thinks of all the world must have been worth. 29345|But a gentle man's heart beats a very soft tune, 29345|And is made to beat a better tune for all men. 29345|A gentle man's life makes a sweet clear tune 29345|Because the great world's song of peace is sweet. 29345|And the world's song makes a sweet clear tune 29345|For the singing of that gay young man who's far away, 29345|And the singing of his mother's happy home. 29345|And I think the world's song makes a sweet clear tune 29345|To the child's father's happy youth that's far away. 29345|I'd like to be a child again 29345|That used to run away to play, 29345|But I'd better be a man 29345|And never run away to play. 29345|If I get the best, the worst I get; 29345|If I get the worst, I get the best. 29345|When I'm old and fat and live as loose 29345|As the men with whom I play, 29345|Where I go all day, they laugh with me 29345|Who run about the town. 29345|I think I should be proud to see 29345|My brethren children run about 29345|As good as me, with shoulders broad, 29345|Like me, and faces painted blue 29345|Who run about the town. 29345|When I'm old and fat and live as loose 29345|As the men with whom I play, 29345|Wherever I go I'll always be 29345|Among the men at home. 29345|It's very easy to be proud 29345|Of how you grew and ran away; 29345|If you don't play the same way ever 29345|You'll never be a boy again. 29345|I don't care if you're all right 29345|And young, and strong for trouble; 29345|If the world's song you ever knew, 29345|It'd be the wrong one. 29345|I'm glad that I was born at all; 29345|It's very clear from where you stand 29345|That I should die a boy then; 29345|But I wonder what the boys think 29345|Of all the troubles they have had. 29345|I wonder if they think of it!-- 29345|I think that they do, and wonder. 29345|It makes their bodies shudder; 29345|It's very sure they do; 29345|And they don't know why they care: 29345|And I'm glad that I was born at all. 29345|It's very bad, when I'm old 29345|And weak as I should be, 29345|When some little boy somewhere 29345|Comes up to the top of the rampart-- 29345|And I know the name of the boy-- 29345|And ======================================== SAMPLE 8680 ======================================== 615|And of the one the first was seen, and first 615|I said "Is she the Lady of the Fair, 615|Which he to wed and love, from the side 615|Of our fair city, shall bring forth, and bring 615|Another son to Charles by his side." 615|"And by him (to whom the rest I showed) 615|The king, as is bested other man 615|In high eminence, is clothed and fed. 615|The second brother in the house as well 615|As he in earth, so long, from issue free, 615|Grows rich and mighty. This is she, I view; 615|Nor any else, for whatsoe'er befal 615|She had I nought to say. She is in store 615|To many a warrior, and doth full content 615|Her love unto one, the other mine. 615|"And that she may complete the matter, I, 615|As well is me, at this, my love demand; 615|Nor will I wait till she to Charles repair, 615|Till he is crowned; the rest is open day. 615|Yet shall she bring him first, the other next 615|With her shall make her woo, and him of me." 615|When to the place that he by her was led, 615|Somewhat I knew that lady, and was known 615|To her who brought him, and that other fair, 615|Because the other she in form resembled. 615|She, when to France she marched, with martial speed, 615|I marked her, seeing them, and said aye: 615|"Behold, and wait to hear my message clear: 615|'T is in the very mouth of my good liege. 615|'Twas I, -- not I, I think, -- how long ago 615|She married the good dame of Charlemagne." 615|And one I saw, from whom, for so long a space, 615|They had not parted, with the other six 615|Toward the castle hasting, and with her 615|Another company, and so forth, that day. 615|So that, in all the whole, I marked the seven 615|A little space apart. And as of yore, 615|Thenceforth, of fair Rogero I am told, 615|I see in books already mentioned, written, 615|Who in that tourney had the fair and he 615|To France and Spain by him, by him, and where 615|A hundred thousand of the rest were borne. 615|With many another I shall show, that fare 615|Well known, of ladies the same guerdon wed. 615|I say that I as yet, who should behold; 615|For no one from his bed at his repose 615|Hath withheld the damsel to display, 615|Now to arrive in France, that she may find 615|The warrior faring in some place, and know 615|The man who to the monarch's camp intends 615|Her coming forth. At the same time, I said, 615|I may have known that other, so famed, 615|If my sight should not deceive me, in France, 615|The warrior's name, the lady to enquire; 615|And if I do it, as thou wilt believe, 615|To such an one as she was by the queen. 615|"She to me, in that I did not fail 615|In such a case, and from such one so dear, 615|Him shall I tell; in time to come, at least 615|Beside the stream of Arno, shall be told 615|What made her other so in love combine. 615|I with a hundred of that couched is she, 615|With other of that hundred so near she is, 615|That whosoever from the one shall see 615|The other, is at one time her slave and lord. 615|"That lady so desirous of my sire 615|And of her lover to have one alone, 615|To be of fellowship united was, 615|That she would make the marriage-bed believe 615|That it had been a fraud to do without. 615|But he with fury, till he her forsworn, 615|(For which I well beg Heav'n that he requite) 615|In short, till that she would have slept with one, 615|He would have taken her aloft in ======================================== SAMPLE 8690 ======================================== 24662|She heard a noise so rude, so drear, so dread, 24662|So like the cry of one forewaried on fire, 24662|She sprang aside, and hid her face in fear; 24662|But soon again appear'd, with aspect mild 24662|And kind, and smiling words, and bending low 24662|Her white-tressed form before her infant grace: 24662|"Fair Princess, I have seen what you require, 24662|And you can satisfy my most exacture: 24662|Will you be mine?" Her hand was on her vest, 24662|And, answering, "Give me your hand, sweet virgin, 24662|And I will be your faithful Helvetian. 24662|Your charms I know, for they have stol'n my love 24662|When twenty summers had, or when the fair 24662|Rose on the hills of Helvetia's fruitful soil." 24662|"Take your deserts from me," the fair replied, 24662|"Fair queen, and be my bride; nor wait 24662|For Helvetia's hand to fulfil the measure, 24662|Or till her bounteous harvest with the plough." 24662|"No," said the maid; "by Jupiter, I swear, 24662|By Saturn too, and by the beams of light 24662|From Jove's rejoicing portico, I swear, 24662|By every fire that drives the sleet or snow, 24662|That for this last indulgence I will take 24662|Your most obedient servant, and will lead 24662|You to your own green Tuscan garden-close. 24662|There as you by this garden's crown would sit, 24662|The fruit-trees in their glory deck the glade, 24662|And all the air, with murmurs soft and low, 24662|Drives on with early perfumes their way, 24662|So let your limbs be hung in order drest, 24662|And on the ground your self-commanding ground 24662|Be planted with the trees that suit your taste, 24662|And let the russet be your chosen woof; 24662|And let the flowerets dance upon the gale, 24662|And the pale violets of June be there; 24662|So shall your happy days be crowned with May; 24662|And as you plant the flowerets round the wall, 24662|And spread the rose-wreath in the wreathed bower, 24662|To make the soul more happy, let the rose, 24662|And every sweet, whose fragrance breathes and glows 24662|The soul's high felicity, be yours." 24662|Then, with her finger, pointed to the wall, 24662|And, with her eye, the garden-gate secure; 24662|"Go then and win the golden Grecian loves, 24662|The Laconian balm, the Lydian balm, 24662|The Lydian oil, the Lydian honey-dew, 24662|From the sweet lips of Helen, of his dear. 24662|Wakeful and dreamy-eyed, to me speak now, 24662|And bid the moon be ever with the spring." 24662|Thus said the maid; and her finger on his jaw 24662|Nod, and the gate-keeper shook his sable locks; 24662|Whisked hither and thither in the busy throng, 24662|But he, unchanging, answered neither word. 24662|"Fool," cried Argive Helen, with her dagger hand, 24662|"Pierce the heart of this insensate heart of thine, 24662|Let this heart dance, as the Trojan danced, 24662|And burst its fetters at the coming of the slain!" 24662|She saw her treachery, and she saw her shame, 24662|Then to her friends she spake, and smiled, and wept. 24662|"I will go, and see the Trojan dead, 24662|And with glad gladness to the Trojans show, 24662|And with sweet murmurs of their love relate 24662|The fate of many a fallen Helen's son, 24662|And ope the gates of Danaan hearts to me. 24662|My love shall go, and I will see her smile, 24662|And be so grateful for the bounteous grace 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 8700 ======================================== 24869|And through the mighty walls of ice and snow 24869|From Varuṇ’s son the sound of war arose. 24869|From high on hill the monarch gazed, and viewed 24869|The host afar with wondrous longing stirred. 24869|Then as the monarch heard the battle roar, 24869|He saw it in the open plain; the crowd 24869|Of giants there in battle fought and fell, 24869|Each valiant chief with mighty shout and cry, 24869|And on the monarch’s face with fury shone. 24869|There too the giant chief, the king who bore 24869|The warlike reins,—the Vánar king whom all 24869|In Vindhya praised and reverenced—there 24869|The Vánars’ king, the mighty Vánar, stood. 24869|On high they stood; on earth his arm he pressed, 24869|And forth the giant king the fray pursued. 24869|With furious eyes the Vánar king defied 24869|The giant foe and fiercely on them threw. 24869|Fierce flames of darts and darts and arrows flew 24869|The Vánars’ arms against the giant foes. 24869|So fierce and vain the conflict grew, each arm 24869|Touched by the arrow, that each could see 24869|Aye moving like a winged wind, the while 24869|On others’ limbs the lightnings burned, and all 24869|The giant foes in flame the battle tore.” 24869|Canto XXXII. Death Of Báli. 24869|As when a cloud of dust raises high 24869|The clouds of war, and clouds of dust surround 24869|The sky, the Vánar and the giant met, 24869|With battle raging in each breast and brain, 24869|While Indra, and the Lord of Wind, the same, 24869|In heaven its fury seemed to preside. 24869|“Ah, in what mood,” cried Tára in dismay, 24869|“With what weapons armed to cope with us, 24869|Comes Indra from among the Gods? What fear 24869|With this great army of the foes?” 24869|“For thee,” the mighty Vidarbha cried, 24869|“It was not war that thou shouldst fight: to thee 24869|The war-path lies, and all the cause is thine. 24869|Now I have taught thee how to cope with me, 24869|And all thy danger from our foes I show: 24869|Now let the Vánar’s sword that shineth bright 24869|In Vidarbha’s face strike home and strike in thee, 24869|When, all his glittering armour round him rolled, 24869|The giant king by mortal battle dyed.” 24869|The Vánar heard each word the chieftain cried, 24869|And to the giants’ monarch’s side returned 24869|With eager steps, and cried in accents winged: 24869|“O far too rash thou blame,” was the proud reply, 24869|“Thy rash reproaches, O my lord the king 24869|Who loves thee ever, for thy rashness. May 24869|Whate’er thy heart constrains, my Sáma, be. 24869|My heart, my life, my life, O noble chief, 24869|My pride, my country, all, are in thy care. 24869|Whate’er thy joys or woes to me assign, 24869|In time or counsel mine he shall discern. 24869|Still in my steading, like a god I dwell, 24869|On him my life, my life, and all depend. 24869|Thou, when to battle with their peers I mount, 24869|Shalt boast thy virtues, and thy name shall live, 24869|For Indra, ever faithful, will not fall 24869|To any who in time of need are true. 24869|The Vánar, O my friend, the fiend is fain 24869|To aid me. Come, my good Váyuśra, set 24869|The arms of Váu(489) by thy side.” Forth went 24869|The Vánar chieftains to Vidarbha’s town. 24869 ======================================== SAMPLE 8710 ======================================== 16265|And I may never learn. 16265|In the quiet isles of the sea, 16265|All about the ocean 16265|Are lovely little maids 16265|Whom children bring to the world. 16265|All, all are happy children 16265|Their age they are smiling: 16265|Mother's in the cradle, 16265|Father's among the rocks. 16265|(Child, Child, sleep, sleep.) 16265|When men are glad and young 16265|There is always time 16265|For them to train and eat 16265|In the little, quiet homes. 16265|Wife, mother, what was that? 16265|(Child, Child, sleep, sleep.) 16265|Sing, dear, asleep children, 16265|Say it was a bird which flew to the west: 16265|Sing it a song of love and peace! 16265|(Child, Child, sleep, sleep.) 16265|Sing my aunty 16265|With singing eyes, 16265|And sing her 16265|To rest. 16265|That little unlettered woman 16265|Who came so slow and pale, 16265|The heart it could not hold alone, 16265|Now quivers with love and peace. 16265|Her tiny hand is clasped in mine 16265|And so am I--so dear, so dear; 16265|But the dear eyes will never see us 16265|Till love and peace are sung and come. 16265|She is so little--the world so wide, 16265|Our love to keep apart; 16265|The world is so vast, all its lights 16265|Have gone with us, oh, nevermore! 16265|But, as I touch her finger, 16265|I know that, all the day long, 16265|She has rested in that narrow place, 16265|With her darling brother waiting near. 16265|God's little children--the very best-- 16265|The only true and perfect gifts 16265|Our souls can understand and give: 16265|A trust to love them, a love to feel 16265|And be their friend, a humble zeal 16265|That is most near its purpose born, 16265|And in their eyes, when all is done, 16265|Most radiantly clear and true. 16265|A brother, brother's love, 16265|My bosom friend so true 16265|(God-lighted little book!), 16265|I turn it from all men's eyes-- 16265|Oh, let me see 16265|A moment how 16265|It can keep its secret place 16265|All night with its secret grace-- 16265|And see with deep surprise 16265|That life is sweet and God is good, 16265|And love and peace to hear. 16265|Come now to me, God of your creation, 16265|Be patient and be fair! 16265|We wait within and we hear-- 16265|Who has betrayed you, God of your love? 16265|Come, God of your mercy, O come to me-- 16265|Be patient and be dear! 16265|We wait, but you will not go away from us, 16265|So patiently and dear-- 16265|What is so precious as a little breath 16265|So precious as you, O God of our prayer! 16265|We have no other home than yours to be, 16265|God of your compassion, O come to us! 16265|Be patient or be quickly forgot, 16265|No other God than yours to grieve-- 16265|Oh, let me hear with your lips, 16265|How do you sleep with your heart full, 16265|Let me touch with my lips 16265|Your garments' hem and hem 16265|Your garments' hem and hem, 16265|Be patient or forgetful, 16265|No other God than you to die! 16265|God has a wonderful way with tears when He is lonely. 16265|The heart of man is like a broken and broken darling, 16265|The dew of night is scarce ever on the eyelids of the dawn, 16265|The stars in the darkness are but the eyes of the cold stars above, 16265|And life is all sorrow to the weary out of sight. 16265|But though man is a frail thing--a wandering child who wand ======================================== SAMPLE 8720 ======================================== 28260|And in her eyes, and in her hair 28260|Hang traces of the witchery 28260|That made the world with art so warm; 28260|And in these traces lives the tale 28260|Of a soul, that with her art and wit 28260|Had made this world of ours so fair. 28260|The nightingale has a lyre of gold; 28260|'Tis the bird the world adores; 28260|'Tis the fountain that its music sings; 28260|'Tis the fruit that 's loved by all. 28260|Oh, listen to the lyre, and only listen! 28260|For the birds, as they hover about it, 28260|Are the fairy princes of song, 28260|And the fountain of the harmony 28260|Is the Queen of Wisdom, Love! 28260|When the sun has set on earth, 28260|And Night has over-rode it, 28260|There 's a silent place for birds, 28260|And places of the starry sky. 28260|But if night come on soon after, 28260|And the sun shine down before it 28260|There will then be nothing on earth 28260|But stars for wing and song for wing. 28260|Sung from the mountain and valley, 28260|From the meadow-grain and reed, 28260|Wisdom and Love will live in all the lands 28260|And Wisdom will find her servants true. 28260|Let us go to those places to see, 28260|Where is a-ploughing Life's last root; 28260|And watch the last touch on Death's chalk-board, 28260|Afar in the sun's eye dart. 28260|When the last leaf from the poplars falls, 28260|And Time is driving slow, 28260|And the last bud of summer fades 28260|And a-weary man and wife 28260|Wait the coming of the autumn chill, 28260|And the fall of the last snowdrop, 28260|And the long, cool, moonlight silence, 28260|And love to look on them. 28260|And when Night comes with her cloak of snow, 28260|And her shawl o'erhead, 28260|And her fingers are on the fireside 28260|Waiting for us, to go,-- 28260|And the last whisper of the winds is hushed, 28260|And the voices that are still; 28260|Then the heart is as one who hears 28260|The last song of the hills! 28260|There is a place in the valley 28260|Where I shall lie with my love, 28260|And we 'll build a little nest 28260|Under the oaks of the glen; 28260|And the dove will sit in the hawk's eye, 28260|And watch the swallows flee. 28260|And we 'll watch them go, and listen and weep, 28260|And we 'll sing the more that we 'll be: 28260|How shall we go or how shall we come, 28260|When the dark shall be done? 28260|And when we are strong with the strength of youth, 28260|We 'll roam from the village school, 28260|To find the old men, and bring them again, 28260|And talk the old secrets out. 28260|And we 'll see how all things, where'er befall, 28260|Are guided by this dark one's whim; 28260|And, while we are strong with the strength of youth, 28260|We 'll wander from the village school, 28260|Like wandering swallows by night 28260|To find the old men and bring them again, 28260|And talk the old mysteries out. 28260|For the wind in the oaks is whispering, 28260|While the owl in the lonely tree, 28260|Is calling the children back to their play, 28260|By a cry of dismay. 28260|In the glens there is a sorrow 28260|For the old and the young, 28260|And the old man with the cracked and shrivelled head 28260|Is leaning over the wayside. 28260|With two little toes he leans down to cry, 28260|With one little hand he presses his nose 28260|Over the window, to call them home. ======================================== SAMPLE 8730 ======================================== 5184|"Woe to thee, who dwellest here, 5184|Why art singing in this forest, 5184|Why singing in the forest, 5184|Why with words wouldst rouse the forest, 5184|When thy mind was pure and innocent!" 5184|Spake the daughter of Tuori, 5184|Trembling rose she spoke as follows: 5184|"Never, never, suitor, honor 5184|Thou, who wanderest in the forest, 5184|With thy mind all tainted, evil; 5184|Never, never, hero-wanderer, 5184|Wander in this forest, 5184|Wander by night, or day-time burning, 5184|Neither searching for thy mother, 5184|Never standing at the doorway 5184|When she cometh from the home-courts, 5184|When her maidens lifted baskets 5184|Satisfied with what they brought her, 5184|When she sings with blithesome notes, 5184|When she prays with accents gay, 5184|Sweetly praising ages past, 5184|Singing praises due to future, 5184|When she speaks of things to be, 5184|When she speaks of things to-day, 5184|When her words are few and prove it, 5184|Bitter are the words she uttereth." 5184|This the answer of the maiden: 5184|"Never, never, unhappy one, 5184|Woe to thee, the daughter of Tuor! 5184|I shall see another maiden, 5184|See a daughter with my mother, 5184|Live a virgin, happy virgin, 5184|Bride to be to Manalainen, 5184|Bride to be to Desopanda." 5184|With his knife the blacksmith saith this, 5184|And the sister speaks as follow: 5184|"Shall I wed the blacksmith's sister, 5184|Or to Despoja, my mother?" 5184|With his knife the sister answers: 5184|"Like the knife that sliced the knife-blade, 5184|Like the point of silver ear-rings, 5184|Is the mouth of thy mother, 5184|Like the teeth of thy sister, 5184|Mouth of thy poor mother softened, 5184|Like the frost-bitten fingers: 5184|"On one side, thou shalt be beckoning, 5184|Grasp the knife of thy brother, 5184|Grasp of thy father's utters, 5184|Grasp of thy sister's fingers; 5184|Grasp of the utensils of others, 5184|Both thy poor hands will serve thee." 5184|Spake the hero, Lemminkainen: 5184|"Therefore dost thou dishonor me, 5184|Therefore dishonor my mother, 5184|Therefore make me wanton and wild? 5184|I shall see a wondrous beauty, 5184|See her smiling through the birchen, 5184|See her dancing on the heather, 5184|See her singing on the valleys, 5184|Shining in the birch-tree foliage!" 5184|Lemminkainen's mother answers: 5184|"Lempo may be likened to war, 5184|Well with cups resembles cups; 5184|This the vessel that I teach thee, 5184|Thus instructs thee in my mother; 5184|This the charm that charms thy mother: 5184|'Tis a ring that upon thee laying, 5184|When thou wentest to the war-games, 5184|When thou wentest to the hunting; 5184|'Tis a ring that on thee changing, 5184|Like the other rings of Tuoni, 5184|When thou prayest for a given cause, 5184|When thou prayest for a favor; 5184|'Tis a ring that thou gavest fitting 5184|To thy good, or bad, or neutral, mother, 5184|When thy father gave the silver, 5184|When thy brother gave the copper." 5184|Lempo thought not of the silver, 5184|Nor the charm about the ringlet, 5184|He was not deceived by mother, 5184|He was not deceived by brother, 5184|Quickly whistles Lempo after 5184|To ======================================== SAMPLE 8740 ======================================== 16251|When I think of these-- 16251|How, in the time of the great flood, 16251|I was thrown on the shore-- 16251|That was a year ago, 16251|But I don't remember a ship 16251|Or a shore so blue.-- 16251|So it's all a trick of the wind, 16251|But I am not a wrecker; 16251|For I have sunk many a ship 16251|And I've drowned but never, 16251|And I don't want to wreck any more 16251|For any sailor. 16251|The moon was shining over the sea, 16251|The sky was like a smooth velvet cap; 16251|The stars danced about the heavens so gay, 16251|A lady was standing in the sky. 16251|She made the sky and the waters shine 16251|With a glance and a silver shadow drop, 16251|And a gold shadow, and a golden light, 16251|And then she disappeared into night. 16251|I was a little lady 16251|In a little wedding; 16251|My father lived on the seas, 16251|So I heard them saying, 16251|"We'll make you happy as the butterflies, 16251|For the sea has lots. 16251|"To have an aunt or a sister, 16251|And a mother, and a child, 16251|To have a life where you can love all that you can, 16251|And the land will be worth the sea." 16251|I was a little lady 16251|Who would always say, 16251|"The sea will leave a better life behind, 16251|For the islands and the woods!" 16251|I was a little lady 16251|In my little wedding, 16251|And never a little thing could I tell 16251|Of the little things to do. 16251|I was a little lady 16251|In a little wedding-- 16251|But I am a lovely lady now, Lord, 16251|With a beautiful wife. 16251|This little man to whom we speak 16251|Is a sailor, no doubt? 16251|And the little seas are all his own, 16251|His wife's a sailor too, 16251|And a wonderful life he's living now 16251|In the wonderful sea. 16251|In the quaint and friendly house 16251|With the lovely lady left, 16251|She must do what she likes, and rest 16251|On the dear, soft straw below, 16251|For she has never been so happy since 16251|She'd lived in France with me! 16251|You shall have peace now, you must go 16251|Unto your dwelling place. 16251|The little lady's very old. 16251|She has a pretty, white face 16251|And a very tender bearing. 16251|So small is she, and so young, 16251|She's as wise as any child. 16251|So kind she's grown, and so tender-hearted, 16251|She seems to me so fair, 16251|In love she cares for her own kind husband 16251|And his children dear. 16251|You'll sit on my lap, my dear, and play 16251|On my little harp of pearl. 16251|The little lady's very sad 16251|To have to say these words again: 16251|"He's as happy as a two-year-old child 16251|But he'll grow up with much sorrow." 16251|My darling! my little son! 16251|Our house was very near, 16251|Very lovely was the land! 16251|Very very well; 16251|But to tell it all 16251|Would take away 16251|My darling! my little son! 16251|My very first birthday, 16251|It was not long ago 16251|That I was very young. 16251|I loved a doll a fair, 16251|And wore her every day; 16251|There was a little grey maiden 16251|Who lived in the house, 16251|And so we played, and sang, and laughed; 16251|We never broke a word. 16251|Then all of a sudden 16251|She got the very tear-- 16251|Her soul--for she was so poor-- 16251|For she had a little bag ======================================== SAMPLE 8750 ======================================== 35190|Goe ys vn-stryftes, for to breke 35190|Myght in myrthynge of a knyght.aEuro(TM) 35190|aEuro~Lordis, I you beseche,aEuro(TM) seyd TorrentLle.(8) 35190|aEuro~Tho seggysyng here a segnyng 35190|I myght not speke so fhed, 35190|Bot ofte, that worde speke is but wo.aEuro(TM) 35190|The squier told his euery wexfee-stefey. 35190|aEuro~Now belyse god,aEuro(TM) he sayd, 35190|aEuro~Sirly, lordys i-wysly, 35190|I wol forlyk, that ye me gesse 35190|Of your londe and Ioye.aEuro(TM) 35190|the king._] 35190|And the knyght wes a god 35190|Of hym to the kinges seyde: 35190|aEuro~A ffayles of our lordes shaAEsAEs, 35190|This dede is but to merthe a god.aEuro(TM) 35190|The knyght said this to TorrentLle: 35190|aEuro~As thou beest a man of might, 35190|God aAEsAEs that thei wolde me brynge, 35190|Yf yt were be the noys?aEuro(TM) 35190|aEuro~And eche of yow, myght ye do, 35190|Ther nought be nere so good as me.aEuro(TM) 35190|In a couple of yer and a day 35190|The knyght is comaunded away 35190|To be for the chaunge of his lyfe, 35190|As he is set to yow of the lawe. 35190|Whan he is here, for to wynne, 35190|The knyght is to do as he may. 35190|The king a crye to him sendeth. 35190|aEuro~My lordys,aEuro(TM) he says, 35190|aEuro~My dere lady is comaunded away, 35190|And of yow the deth is set to Ioye. 35190|With a ffeyre chaunge, the kyng is fayne 35190|For to be his dedly wynne.aEuro(TM) 35190|Lle. abDIIaEuro(TM)s son seyd: aEuro~And hast thou seyd, 35190|That be my lady is comaunded away 35190|As I can se, I not houre this dede.aEuro(TM) 35190|Torrent seyd: aEuro~My lady is comaunded away, 35190|And of yow the deth that I can se 35190|Is to my dowghttyn be she.aEuro(TM) 35190|The king says: aEuro~Sirly, lord, I wold not.aEuro(TM) 35190|The kyng answerd: aEuro~Be neyther stork nor fford, 35190|For it is ffound the day be nyEt that she is here: 35190|So wolde I, I ffounde yow, that she ne ffort.aEuro(TM) 35190|He tok what the kyng askid, 35190|He toke the knyght Ee{n}ge. 35190|Llenythe ys dour, aEuro~I say, 35190|And euermore 35190|In my portercraft 35190|She is y-hoted and bent, so{m} my sister I, 35190|That she wold none other be nere at all.aEuro(TM) 35190|To his lady gan TorrenteAEsAEs {rode}. 35190|The kyng sayd: aEuro~Have ye the fforwarde of Torrent, 35190|Yf yow myght, sir, yow wold ======================================== SAMPLE 8760 ======================================== 16452|The mighty fleet, that, though the Trojans surround 16452|It, yet his force the victor sends not forth 16452|So vast, he bade the rest the port defend 16452|Of Ilium, who, not by their strength, but skill 16452|Drew fire from Ida's branches, and the hill 16452|Tumbled from its estate; but the Grecian force 16452|Sole was, and the Grecian ranks divided wide, 16452|Bold lay those who in flight the Trojan squadrons. 16452|Then, when the Greeks their numbers knew and fear 16452|That, on the Trojans' side, the Grecians press'd, 16452|To Agamemnon all his words he uttered calm. 16452|Trojans ye fear much, ye Dardans men, to-day 16452|To fall by numbers over the wide-spread plain! 16452|I am resolved; and should this triumph be 16452|Unmannered, let me first, if I have power, 16452|I will, to you resolve; then if, fierce in arms, 16452|Ye fight as Agamemnon of the ships, 16452|Fierce and untamed, to you my vengeance I report, 16452|Or soon you shall have hope to know the voice 16452|Of great Ulysses' father, for he boasts 16452|That, with Ulysses by his side, he lies 16452|Sleeping at Xanthus, and that he alone 16452|Is absent, all his sons to guard around. 16452|Them stand I not, however, that could make 16452|The Trojans pay dearly, and that should take 16452|A parent's life--all that I say shall stand; 16452|But that, as men, who know that great Ulysses' sire 16452|Is dead, shall not the son of him contend, 16452|And shall not he whose parents him obey? 16452|He, for his father had not died as he had, 16452|(But died as one who lives for others' sake,) 16452|Might well, with his companions, with his son. 16452|Me, I too would not; for, save that I can, 16452|My parents' grave is in their house secure. 16452|Let me be of a lighter kind to them; 16452|I have a son's-birthright--a small share of mine, 16452|That I may keep, with all its cares, their own. 16452|I give him to them; they, to me, his heir. 16452|But come, the Greeks and Trojans now discuss 16452|Our coming; let us go, nor there be late. 16452|He spoke. They silent stood, each his own choice making, 16452|With whom they chose, but none had time to say them, 16452|For the assembly all stood silent all, 16452|All, all, except Tydeus' son, the Thunderer. 16452|He spake to them, issuing thus the word: 16452|Now, ye noble Trojans, be at peace. 16452|Myself, at all times, will be your loyal friend, 16452|And in all things ye have in common said 16452|Wealth, rank, and honor, all shall be accord'd. 16452|Now, therefore, since I rule, and you are silent, 16452|And many words have been resolved, let come 16452|The Grecians; you yourselves shall be the gate 16452|Where they may enter, and, in secret, vent 16452|Their wrath against the Trojan host; in sooth, 16452|A manly breast shall yet be your support, 16452|And you shall bear a gallant fleet, of whom 16452|The rest shall neither boast nor boast of me. 16452|He spake, and in the utmost Ithaca 16452|Wrought. He in his vessel, at the ships of Greece 16452|Thestrown, on his great errand left his host, 16452|And on the farthest shores of Troy he found 16452|His father's house at length, with many a gift 16452|Cleft on the altar; so these the chiefs 16452|Of Ilium and their host approach'd, and found 16452|The son of Atreus in the lofty halls ======================================== SAMPLE 8770 ======================================== 27405|The son of the great King 27405|In truth and honour 27405|Was not in the wood at dawn; 27405|I heard him call 27405|And, in my heart, 27405|Till then none came there. 27405|When they return 27405|I shall not know; 27405|That man must lie 27405|In the wood at dawn. 27405|From the north-west walks, 27405|From the east-sides walks, 27405|The sun is rising down; 27405|The moon in the west is bright. 27405|The birds they bring 27405|To our knees, 27405|With songs and laughter sweet, 27405|They will make us see 27405|The sun will soon arise. 27405|From the north-east walks, 27405|From the east-sides walks, 27405|The King is in his palace hall: 27405|I saw him at the gate: 27405|He has woven a web of gold 27405|Of golden thread for a lady's throat.” 27405|The little girl, that was the queen of love, 27405|Was the maid of the maidens nine, 27405|And she went to the North from France’s fair land: 27405|“Aye, the same again,” they said, 27405|“I see how thou must lie, I wot; 27405|And thou and mine, 27405|What shall we make with this gold-wove web?” 27405|The little girl she answered them and said: 27405|“Let it be, ’tis mine,” they said, “to bind 27405|Upon thy breast a cluster of pearls.” 27405|And the pearls she bound her down there; 27405|The cluster’s it was white as snow; 27405|And she prayed to her lover the third time 27405|To put it on her lovely head. 27405|The third time he did desire it so, 27405|But put it not down on her there, 27405|And then she cried aloud aloud for pain, 27405|And was sore to the soul and cold. 27405|They bound her down there, 27405|When she was sore 27405|And her weeping heart grew mad, 27405|The king he went from his hall 27405|To the tower where he bide; 27405|The queen she came from her chamber 27405|On her lovely feet she trod, 27405|But her eyes were in a darksome place, 27405|And her very eyes were blind. 27405|She raised her tender eyes and saw 27405|That the king’s son had come to-day, 27405|And that the maiden was in sorrow, 27405|And on her hands her hands she laid. 27405|So that the maiden, in grief and wrath, 27405|A little while was there, 27405|And there in her grief she fain would hide, 27405|And she fain would hide from her king. 27405|Then she said with a bitter moan: 27405|“O, my father, let me go 27405|But let not thy beautiful head’s, 27405|Be smitten with the hand of Time, 27405|If thou wilt be my lover now. 27405|“But if thou wilt be my lover yet 27405|And thou wilt not be smit, 27405|Then come, lovely, into thy chamber, 27405|And in thy chamber I’ll make thee dead; 27405|And put the web of the golden hairs 27405|Upon thy neck with a strong string. 27405|“And I’ll make thee a dress of gold, 27405|The which shall be fair for thee to wear, 27405|And thy mantle of a white deer skin 27405|That thy neck and thy waist shall be bare. 27405|“And I’ll make thee a sweet smelling vail, 27405|Which the tears shall not wet, 27405|And thy head with a white lily tied, 27405|And thy neck with a red lily tied.” 27405|This is the web of my hair! 27405|This is the vail of my woes! 27405|This is the ======================================== SAMPLE 8780 ======================================== 11689|In some great war-scene, 11689|I'd stand and listen. 11689|I'd go where the blood-red sun of evening dies 11689|And the red moon hangs, like a ghost, on the cliffs 11689|Where he hid at his back like a lost and found,-- 11689|In the great war-scene. 11689|With a bayonet and a blade 11689|And a rifle and a bayonet, 11689|I'd stand and wait. 11689|A bayonet and a blade 11689|To the battle! to the battle! 11689|On a time I would make 11689|The world as one wild, wild man,-- 11689|A man who was lost in the mire 11689|And never turned a single leaf: 11689|A man without a gun! 11689|That man's name shall be, 11689|We'll give him a rifle and bayonet, 11689|A rifle and a rifle and a bayonet. 11689|A bayonet and a blade? 11689|Oh, come now, I suppose 11689|I've half-answered you,--I'll write 11689|A letter that you'd understand. 11689|You say--I've thought that name was "Bones"-- 11689|(I think that _that_ was his name.) 11689|But don't be impatient, 11689|I know that I'm being impatient. 11689|And, look if you please, 11689|You'll understand. 11689|_They_ will not hear us now, 11689|But when it's over, 11689|We shall sing _that_ on our way 11689|To a war-scene. 11689|The world is made over here: 11689|A little kid could wipe away 11689|All the tears that now shall spring 11689|From the eyes that now shall swim 11689|In the eyes that now shall shine 11689|In the great war-scene. 11689|The wildest, loudest wars are here,-- 11689|The coldest, deepest blood, all dim, 11689|The coldest eyes, the coldest arms. 11689|Here there may pass in a breath, 11689|A breath that may freeze the heart; 11689|Here there may plunge the dead and chilled 11689|In the hearts of men; 11689|Here there may make a battle-day 11689|When no man's alive; 11689|Here there may make a battle-day,-- 11689|If there's the least doubt. 11689|The coldest heart, the coldest eyes, 11689|The coldest heart, the coldest eyes, 11689|Oh, that's the battle-meadow, my boy. 11689|Oh, that's the fight the day 11689|At the war-meeting hall, 11689|Where the victors all will meet, 11689|With their swords at rest; 11689|Where the blood will be more red 11689|Than the red tide that's shed 11689|For a little hero here 11689|Who is dead,--the brave man's friend. 11689|We'll make this old world over too 11689|To our liking, if we work our will. 11689|So I'm going to write a letter, boy, 11689|And I know you'll give it me, 11689|For your love would I do so well, 11689|And not only for my dear. 11689|And, sweetling, if it's not so dear 11689|That I can give you my best thanks, 11689|Then so much the happier I 11689|I would not give it, boy. 11689|I'll tell you something now, by the way, 11689|For the sake of that old letter to you, 11689|That came to me one summer night 11689|From the window of that room of mine, 11689|Where I hid from the storm of the world, 11689|In an old little room of mine. 11689|Oh, it's cold in that old room of mine 11689|But I can feel it when I walk! 11689|I shall sleep well now in that old room 11689|Of me, that I gave you, boy. 11689|A boy with a mother 11689|In the old room, 11689| ======================================== SAMPLE 8790 ======================================== 1304|I wish the Lord had brought 1304|A halo of the skies; 1304|His mercy unto me hath wrought, 1304|But wilt thou not relent! 1304|I wish to dance, so freely do, 1304|Upon a gold-bright tree; 1304|With all the world between my feet, 1304|My hands would please thee not. 1304|My heart is weary of thine arms; 1304|Thy face it has awake: 1304|Why tryst thou to forget me? 1304|I am content with thine. 1304|My head doth ache with thought to lie 1304|And languish into sleep; 1304|I would that I might die at once, 1304|To fly to escape thee: 1304|Thou art the beauty of the earth, 1304|And her griefs thee give: 1304|I did not make them, I away, 1304|But they find me come to thee. 1304|My heart it is not strong nor true, 1304|To do thee or to love thee: 1304|The love it hath for thee, that breaks 1304|In ruin over my own heart, 1304|The deep, the deep distress 1304|It feels when thou, to-morrow, dost hear 1304|One letter from a lover. 1304|Yet I will trust it with all care, 1304|In God, who doth my comfort give, 1304|And will to him, though his were ev'n I, 1304|The lover's right--not his. 1304|My soul, my soul is weary 1304|Of all your cares and tricks; 1304|But, O my soul, my soul, 1304|I'd rather be dead than weary, 1304|So many sorrows be! 1304|How the birds on yonder spray 1304|Sing in the summer weather, 1304|When all the world is gay and gay, 1304|And every heart is gay; 1304|And summer is a month of bliss, 1304|And birth-times are the same, 1304|Each coming day is a jest-- 1304|The birds sing. 1304|O let me be as happy! 1304|If there's one thing true about me, 1304|'Twill be that when I grow rich 1304|I'll feel contented. 1304|There's no rest for the poor man 1304|In a hut with thorns and beams; 1304|No night-caps o' blue linen 1304|But a mangy-blanket jacket; 1304|A dreary life's a miserable one, 1304|We take no rest from the world's mirth, 1304|But labour till our spirits do ache: 1304|Our pleasures come at last--not then-- 1304|The world is always going round, 1304|And all that we have shall expire, 1304|And none can tell who 'tis that smiles. 1304|If the world should come, and all be lost, 1304|But thou and I--myself--may live, 1304|I'd not forget the dear old ways, 1304|That used for joy and pleasure me; 1304|The light that clung about my days, 1304|The love that made me what I am. 1304|Then would the world my peace regain; 1304|Not till then its joys and pains 1304|Were laid aside, and all forgot, 1304|And all the trouble be forgot: 1304|Then would the world my peace regain, 1304|If I were what I once was. 1304|I shall not die unwept, 1304|I shall not be unwept: 1304|I am well at rest: 1304|When men die, men shall atone, 1304|And I, for I am one. 1304|I am not blind, I will not be 1304|Unwept or uncreate: 1304|But I am well at rest, 1304|And if I could but see 1304|The face I would not sigh, 1304|Seeing it will never die 1304|For men will never die. 1304|My soul has had a fair surprise; 1304|With the white lily crowned 1304|Had she been born ======================================== SAMPLE 8800 ======================================== 15370|To a small-pox, and a great many more, 15370|Or that big-beaked eagle, of our trade, 15370|And the eagle in an enormous net-- 15370|Or all the beagles in our country. 15370|For, the little-spread Eagle, while we say 15370|A bird and a woman at the same glance, 15370|Is a whole nation of nations met 15370|In one giant eagle, all the time. 15370|"When the eagle's plumed head is down, 15370|He can't get off his feet, 'cause he's big, 15370|His head being quite a foot in diameter. 15370|His head and wings, indeed, must bear 15370|A certain load of feather, which he does. 15370|It's the same with a large eagle's wings, 15370|His beak being quite a foot in length. 15370|A larger eagle, when full grown, may 15370|For a short hour be seen to fly-- 15370|Then the public, as it happens oft, 15370|Learn a great deal about his beak, 15370|And the cause of his immense distress. 15370|You can get it from the feathers of both. 15370|And, when you've done your work, and all is said, 15370|You must know all your bird's fortune, I think; 15370|And this is the proper thing to say, 15370|"Sir, I'd say you're like a good bird, but poor. 15370|I'd sooner not be the poor, and fly 15370|Wherever the worst fortune's to be found! 15370|I've done, to myself, nothing but soar, 15370|And am not pleased at being so!" 15370|And this is what your owl says to you: 15370|"I shall not make it out two minutes ago 15370|(Oh! I'm very tired, sir!) I have been dreaming 15370|Of good hunting. What the luck is, then, to him 15370|Who's fond of luck! There's but one way to tell 15370|Who hunts the eagle--to hunt wild and free, 15370|And 'tis the same as hunting wild and strong. 15370|"When the bird's out of range (but just before 15370|It leaves its nest and mates and dallies), say 15370|The words of Merlin the Angel's Song, 15370|"The Eagle must find the Eagle soon; 15370|It will outroot the Eagle anyhow. 15370|The Eagle may get away with feathers now; 15370|The hawk may fear, as it has once done so, 15370|But not for much the less--the bird is worth 15370|Nothing to hawks; it's worth thinking of." 15370|I cannot find my way back--'tis gone; 15370|I can't believe there's one like you and me. 15370|I mustn't think of them, nor yet of you, 15370|For all your friendliness, to the past month, 15370|At the heart of which I feel in a shiver. 15370|There'll never be a life with them to meet, 15370|I fear; their death, if there'd been enough, 15370|Had surely done it. 15370|And you're going to say 15370|Your way would save us both, 15370|When, alas! I wish 15370|You were in _our_ place to be 15370|As a friend and a brother! 15370|What if the dove, 15370|Which first was lost in this vast desert land, 15370|Had been snatched from the nestlings of your breast, 15370|With a voice and a little with eyes, 15370|And a touch of the white and the brown, 15370|Just as they're taught to do, no doubt-- 15370|To fly with the eagle in the air, 15370|Or to chase the bird! 15370|In all our nests, 15370|And all our trellises, 15370|And all our boughs and underbrush beds, 15370|With the plovers and the herons and the lambs, 15370|And with wild-fowl we can name and to name. 15370|A mother wild enough, I know, 15370|To leave her young to be their fathers' care, ======================================== SAMPLE 8810 ======================================== 28796|_Chains_ are fastenings which have been fastened to 28796|a horse's forehead. These can be of gold, bronze, or 28796|silk, with points running off at the front. 28796|_Candy_ is obtained from the _tether_, an instrument for 28796|locking the horse to a man. It is chiefly used to fasten 28796|pounds of grain to the crops, like the _chaining_, before 28796|pow-mills; however, there is a small difference between 28796|these devices, which sometimes makes them disagree with 28796|the _gouge_, a single whip, made with some kind of 28796|machinery. 28796|This device was introduced about the middle of the 28796|nineteenth century. It was then too early recognized, and 28796|frequently used by horses, in spite of the fact that it was 28796|unusual. 28796|(b) _Rattle_--A chain of copper or silver, having no turnings 28796|at all, but pointing straight down instead of going 28796|around the head and neck. 28796|(b1) _Scales_--Scales representing the length of a horse, and 28796|representing pounds, feet, and the length of a yard. 28796|(b2) _Shoes_--Shoes made of leather with handles of 28796|leather or wood. 28796|(b3) _Ties_--Wrenches with which the horse's body is 28796|armored. 28796|(b4) _Tire_--The part of the animal which makes the 28796|horse happy. 28796|(b5) _Tire-peg_--An upper device for fixing the horse to 28796|a cart, made of a chain of leather or with the thumb 28796|joining the nail. 28796|(_Chains and thongs_) 28796|(b) _Valkyr--A noble horse of very high race. See __Feline_, 28796|(_Chaining_) 28796|_Wagtail--A very sleek, very sleek animal. 28796|(b6) _Wangsterson--A horse drawn by a human foot. 28796|(_Cable_) 28796|_Wagtailcat--A very sleek, very sleek animal.] 28796|(_Chaining_) 28796|(b7) _Weasel-billed Chickens--Horses which have never been 28796|living on land and drinking water at the same time._ 28796|(a) _Wenn er zu Gott' nur leise denn Lebenspiegel_, _The 28796|"My tail is at the bottom of my nest."] 28796|_(All this with passion and much laughter_.) 28796|(b) _The _Beau_--a horse with a wide and shining tail. 28796|(_Cable_) 28796|_Black-eyed Peas_--Horses with black noses. 28796|_Boer Sheep--Horses with horns._ 28796|_Bussel Horse--A horse which may be supposed to be 28796|an advertisement of the English nature._] 28796|(_All this, with pain not to over-rate the poetry_.) 28796|(c) _Cannikin_--Horses with short tails. The name _Cannikin_ 28796|is given to almost all modern stable Dutch horses, though 28796|(d) _Carliner's Cat'--a pet dog-cat. 28796|(_All this in a single hour, with joy_.) 28796|(_Chains and thongs_) 28796|_Cow-pig--A pig of a certain state._ 28796|(_The name of the horse is very vulgar, so as not to be 28796|conferred upon it._) 28796|_Daffodil--A _gold_ horse, with golden ears._ 28796|(_To play _Dolly Parton_--that is, to ride 28796|on steeds, in some sort, with a bag, and a spurs, 28796|and a whip, and the rest, without ever 28796|being ridden on for pleasure._) 28796|_Derry down--a certain horse to the Duke of 28796|_Muddy-wool ======================================== SAMPLE 8820 ======================================== 18500|With an untaught hand 18500|To make a poet! 18500|The muse is born in rhyme, 18500|(O, was it ever so?) 18500|And yet how lightly she's brought 18500|The stanzas of mankind, 18500|That we may glimpse her power, 18500|And see her might! 18500|With a mirthfulness rare 18500|Her looks of woe; 18500|A wit, a gloom, a woe, 18500|Her heart o' mischance: 18500|Her doom is heavy-maid, 18500|Her doom is bitter-morn, 18500|As she sits brooding, 18500|At dawn's first dewy dawn, 18500|On the leaf-fringed hill, 18500|The cot of Lizzie Low, 18500|The darling of her care, 18500|In all she does and says. 18500|The mirth-lady frowns 18500|That I, in the blossom-time, 18500|Shall meet again, in the spring, 18500|When the woodbine buds anew, 18500|And the pink begins to twine. 18500|Oh, how shall I meet again, 18500|The blissful time, at spring-time, 18500|When the primrose, with the thistle, 18500|Fills the sweet air with scent? 18500|How shall I meet again 18500|When all is faded and past, 18500|With the light of life's past? 18500|When we two are taken from our play, 18500|By the houseless, or the blind? 18500|Away, ye joyless ones; my voice is thine, 18500|While the rainbow-coloured ripples spread 18500|Their light in the fading west, and sing, 18500|While from hill to hill the chase is still, 18500|Thou brightest onward, as onward yet. 18500|When down the stream, on the mountain's side, 18500|Down the windy mountain side, 18500|The westering sun still holds his course, 18500|The sunset still remains; 18500|And there's a sound of sighings and songs 18500|In the air that shakes the world, 18500|To the hollow echoes that sweetly float 18500|From the wooded heights of Maine! 18500|I saw a maiden on the lawn, 18500|I heard her singing near, 18500|I could not help but hear; 18500|It 's wither'd up my heart, my dear, 18500|I sicken'd at the sound-- 18500|The song of The Old Return, my Dear! 18500|I 'm wither'd as the meadow where 18500|A shepherd chanced to stray, 18500|I 'm wither'd, too, by the ford, my Dear, 18500|And so is my heart. 18500|But this mischance cannot move my heart, 18500|Nor does the lamenting face; 18500|She will return, I hope in spring, 18500|And find my nature new. 18500|The song of The Old Return, my Dear! 18500|The sun shone bright and warm, 18500|And lightsomely the youth and maids did meet, 18500|To welcome in the year; 18500|It was a merry time, they say, 18500|In all the gay array, 18500|But 'twas to meet auld Queenstown's lad-- 18500|To meet her ain son. 18500|She dress'd him in his gay attire; 18500|She kiss'd his cheek; she said, 18500|"How 's John Smith, Willie, my surest betide, 18500|For siccan strings he sings." 18500|"He 's a good young man, my dira dira," 18500|And all the rest did say; 18500|It was a happy morn in Spring: 18500|And many happy maidens fair, 18500|In all the gay array. 18500|The merry morn in May was fair, 18500|When Queenborough's merry sons 18500|For siccan strings they sang. 18500|He 's a good young man, my dira dira, 18500 ======================================== SAMPLE 8830 ======================================== 1054|To the bower they came. 1054|"And then the lily was a wan, 1054|And the daisy a tear; 1054|"And then the lily was a lie, 1054|For the red and the white; 1054|"The sun's bright rays were all a-swine, 1054|With the dew yet in his ee; 1054|"The sun's bright rays were all a-bow, 1054|For he drave us away." 1054|There grew a tree of green boughs 1054|Upon the wold, 1054|And a green foy to his fause heart 1054|That was a-bed. 1054|Then they rose one after one, 1054|And went to rest; 1054|And the first to the second rose 1054|Was a younge man. 1054|Then the second to the last 1054|To the youngest at the door; 1054|And the youngest at the door to the first 1054|Was a lark as grey. 1054|Then the youngest at the door to the first 1054|To the oldest at the door; 1054|And the oldest at the door to the youngest 1054|Was a little baby. 1054|Then the oldest at the door to the youngest 1054|To the youngest at the door, 1054|And the youngest at the door to the oldest 1054|She had nane. 1054|When the youngest to the youngest 1054|At the door had nane; 1054|And the youngest at the door to the oldest 1054|Hadn't nane, 1054|"The night, O come hither, laddie! my Mary, 1054|The night, O come hither, laddie! my Mary, 1054|And I'll bury you." 1054|When the youngest at the door had nane; 1054|And the oldest at the door to the youngest 1054|She had nane, 1054|She gat her white girdle-rope again, 1054|To wrap her in a fairer gowden shroud, 1054|That was of silver sheen. 1054|Then they rose one by one, and then 1054|They all did go, 1054|And with it the first to the other were, 1054|And they buried John. 1054|Then they raised a flag of shame, 1054|And then they all did lave, 1054|And then they rose one by one, and then 1054|They all did lave. 1054|"We'll be brave, we'll be brave, 1054|I wish a thousand year ago, 1054|But a muckle man was we, 1054|To let this puddock row! 1054|"I wish the time had come 1054|Some thirty years ago, 1054|That we were young and gay, 1054|And then would we all row; 1054|We'd see our loving true love 1054|All in a-glamour spring." 1054|Then rose the song of "Hoot-a-by!" 1054|And all the tumblers did say, 1054|"Let me be hanged, alas! 1054|Let me be hanged, alas! 1054|Hoot! for it is high night, 1054|And I wish I were behind." 1054|And then the hour of peril came, 1054|And rowers must row, 1054|And he that was foremost was hanged, 1054|And he that was second was drowned. 1054|But there was a man was drowned right, 1054|With all his rowers three; 1054|And if they'd row well to the end, 1054|He'd row without a floundering flake. 1054|They rowed till the sun was quite low, 1054|And then each did lie. 1054|"Hoot! for it is high night, 1054|And I wish I were behind. 1054|And there we are layin' the tea-things in, 1054|And it's row all right for me; 1054|'Twere no mischief, I hope, if we'd some, 1054|If we'd a dollar or two." 1054|Said a little man to the village that was about to send ======================================== SAMPLE 8840 ======================================== 12242|In some place dark and still 12242|It's very sweet to think 12242|We'll never see again 12242|The sun or moon or stars. 12242|The trees that side the road 12242|Are darker-green than ours; 12242|The boughs that grow between 12242|The road and my heart 12242|Are fringing darker-green. 12242|The grass is sweeter yet 12242|Than is the vestige of May; 12242|The flowers are sweeter yet 12242|Than are the flowers we reap. 12242|The grass is sweeter yet 12242|Than is the vestige of May; 12242|The flowers are fringed with blue 12242|Than is the earth beneath. 12242|The season is beautiful; 12242|We are not quite afraid: 12242|We are not quite afraid 12242|Of summer's beautiful days. 12242|But when the sky is very blue, 12242|And all the trees and hedges be in the green, 12242|And all the ways be beautiful, and all the ways be good, 12242|And a little wind moves up the chill October sky, 12242|And a little wind from out the underwoods; 12242|I wonder, should I not wonder what we may find 12242|In the hearts of these lovely things? 12242|In the hearts of these lovely things, 12242|In your woods and my woods, O forest tree! 12242|In the hearts of these lovely things, 12242|I think I hear you always crying. 12242|The wind is sad 12242|But carries sad thoughts. 12242|The sky is sad 12242|For birds and birds, 12242|The sad sky. 12242|To be sad is in 12242|The soul of man; 12242|If one be sad 12242|Is he of it, 12242|Or nature? 12242|The flowers are glad 12242|That are so fair; 12242|But we are glad 12242|As birds and boys. 12242|The sky is glad, 12242|The wind, the child, 12242|What can be glad in nature? 12242|You know, of course, 12242|When birds are happy 12242|It is a very strange thing. 12242|I've observed it myself 12242|When children are singing, and leaping, and crying. 12242|And yet our mind is sad, 12242|And this is well reflected 12242|In the colouring of flowers: 12242|The pale blue and white; 12242|The shape on the window-sill 12242|Most unlike a flower; 12242|A melancholy bird 12242|Upon the wing; 12242|A human shadow near; 12242|A human footfall 12242|Upon the floor; 12242|A human speaking 12242|Among his children; 12242|A human presence; 12242|And, in the springtime, 12242|The sad-eyed bee; 12242|A human voice 12242|Out singling out; 12242|The human voice 12242|Having grief; 12242|The human presence 12242|With its own sad presence; 12242|A human face; 12242|The sorrowful; 12242|A human face 12242|With its own sad presence; 12242|A human touch; 12242|The pitying; 12242|The mother-touch; 12242|And then, I think, 12242|The melancholy 12242|At closing up the eyes. 12242|You know the rest, 12242|The flowers of feeling, 12242|The fields of knowledge; 12242|So never let us speak 12242|Of dreams and fancy, -- 12242|And we will go 12242|With no regrets 12242|Till morning come. 12242|I have no other dream 12242|Than a white, sweet spot 12242|Right in the middle where I am. 12242|When I lie in the golden glow, 12242|With a cup to drink and a good arm to take 12242|This cup along with me, the rest of the tale 12242|Shall be a thought -- it may save a life. 12242|So this is the world, where dwell 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 8850 ======================================== 12242|For a moment I turned; 12242|Ah, what are roses to thee? 12242|She was fair, and youthful, 12242|And her hair made sunny June; 12242|But I like the red roses, 12242|Which are grown in darkness 12242|Since the last sweet-heart passed. 12242|I will go down to the river, 12242|And swim through its foam for you; 12242|I will follow where she is, 12242|For I need a lull to the hours. 12242|There will be silence and repose; 12242|There will be fairy-land for my sake, 12242|For the lily, the primrose, 12242|And the vine that lives in the sun. 12242|"What are fairy-lands and fairy flowers 12242|And fairy folks, anyway?" 12242|I do not care if you do, 12242|For I care because 12242|I can look up for one year 12242|And look for the other down. 12242|I was a child who could not stay; 12242|I was a child who could not roam; 12242|And I was told 12242|That, like 12242|A friend, she waited 12242|For me to come at six 12242|Or ask if anything she had done. 12242|But now, what am I saying? 12242|When I was a boy, I can see 12242|That I was all alone 12242|In the world; 12242|And yet, at time, 12242|I shall sit down 12242|On a chair in the corner 12242|And say, if you please, 12242|If anything of a child I knew: 12242|I shall not say, 12242|As I have been accustomed, 12242|"If you have been good to her 12242|At her wedding at all" -- 12242|No! I shall say, 12242|"If you have hurt her 12242|Because she was your friend, 12242|And because you thought 12242|You could make her happy, -- 12242|The way I will say it, 12242|"The way I will dare say, 12242|If, after all, she was always true." 12242|To be kind to her, 12242|And to relent 12242|To her fond regret 12242|When that were not possible; 12242|To believe 12242|In the goodness of her, 12242|If it were not hers, 12242|And to love her, in spite 12242|Of all she might say, 12242|If it were not possible! 12242|I told the little nurse I would not go. 12242|I told her I was very tired, and so was she. 12242|There was no turning back then. 12242|I went straight upstairs and brushed out the darlings. 12242|It was another hour 12242|Before I could enter my room. 12242|The sun was very near, 12242|And I heard him make 12242|Some kind of speech 12242|I understood, at least, 12242|And he was rubbing my arm. 12242|"How is your arm, little girl?" 12242|"Oh, what's wrong?" 12242|"See! you've tickled it, 12242|And your arm looks a little red. 12242|What can it be, the little arm?" 12242|"Oh, nothing; there's nothing; 12242|Only a stocking; have a nice, big day, 12242|Big and cozy as Mother Hubbard's arm!" 12242|But, at the sight of a stocking, 12242|I squashed it into tiny bits; 12242|It was sodden my cotton dresses; 12242|I put it on at the dry half of May. 12242|And this was the reason why I went to sea 12242|To see if I could find a larger salary. 12242|I had a ship, with sails, and all that you wanted; 12242|Well, I had my salary, 12242|But I had my passenger 12242|As well. 12242|It must have been the dravest of places 12242|Where I could find a sweeter passenger. 12242|For, in those days of sailing, 12242|When passengers ======================================== SAMPLE 8860 ======================================== 1280|The house of God is in the cellar-- 1280|The God of Nature--that's the whole point. 1280|THE SUN is in his liver 1280|Whose dust is silvered with morn; 1280|He goes to the feast of the stars 1280|When Eve sleeps on the ground; 1280|And on his shoulder 1280|He bears a serpent: 1280|He is the god of Night, 1280|And the God of War is his tail. 1280|THE MONKEY walks in the garden, 1280|A-wooing merrily; 1280|The cherry branches quiver and 1280|The cherry blossoms fall-- 1280|The monkey has touched his tail 1280|And now sits on a tree 1280|And talks for hours 1280|Till the breeze is blowing, 1280|But he cannot speak to us 1280|Of the new moon and the sea. 1280|THE MONKEY looks out on the garden, 1280|Looks out of his liver 1280|Until he cries out, "Oh! 1280|The moon is out!" 1280|But the monkeys do not know 1280|The mystery that is at them-- 1280|They sit on trees, and in gardens 1280|And eat apple trees 1280|And drink almond trees; 1280|And the flowers of the fields overflow 1280|With honey from their lips, 1280|And the bees come through the windows 1280|And murmur among them. 1280|THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN lifts up its hands 1280|And asks that God not make it desolate, 1280|And asks that God should keep it from the grasp 1280|Of evil fiends. 1280|The words of love are spoken, but the words 1280|That make it happy, as a thing of earth, 1280|Are broken by Satan, with his smile 1280|A-wooing her. 1280|The words of peace are said, and they are broken, 1280|Saying, "Thou canst but remember--thou canst-- 1280|The words thy mother taught thy dear one, 1280|And that thou knowest well-- 1280|The words thy father taught thy dear one," 1280|And their hands slip down 1280|And lie upon the stone that is lying 1280|Like a dead man's. 1280|A KINGDOM IS a little house of flesh 1280|That the King of the Universe builds over; 1280|And each little house is only a tower 1280|Built to the very height of God's Omnipotence. 1280|There is nothing here that is mine--there is nothing 1280|There is nothing there that can be prized, 1280|Save as a symbol to the soul of God to-day: 1280|This--that--the--other. 1280|WELL, now that you've heard the sad things, 1280|I don't know what to say, it sounds to me 1280|Like a tale that I have heard in the papers, 1280|About a shipwreck in which a family 1280|Of us Floridians were wrecked and sank. 1280|The ship was made by Charles Evans, and first 1280|It ran aground on Florida's Atlantic coast, 1280|And as we didn't have guns, we used the paddle, 1280|Which kept our fighting men alive. 1280|A group of us came from our hospital ward 1280|To search for bodies on the beach, 1280|And we found them dead upon the sands, 1280|We bore them to the shore as we bade adieu. 1280|The shipwreck victims and the Evanses-- 1280|And that is why there is a memorial stone 1280|Upon the shore--that's why. 1280|THERE are no words to tell of the joy 1280|I have had on this hot and windless day, 1280|And the rapture of an evening spent 1280|With myself, and my wonderful love: 1280|But the names of the loved ones will suffice 1280|To tell the tale of what I've had to do-- 1280|Three names that are very familiar faces 1280|To me--the boys were lost in England, 1280|The girls were found in Alaska. 1280|THERE are no words to ======================================== SAMPLE 8870 ======================================== 30391|Of those that follow her no less than of the rest: 30391|And many will join with the best of the rest, 30391|And a new world be founded from such a land. 30391|And, at thy bidding, great kings will rise 30391|To power when this world shall pass on its way, 30391|And with her new life, make many a world new. 30391|And the earth, for a sign of thee, will be 30391|A fairer world than any world of the first; 30391|And, in her might, the sun, her friend, shall leap 30391|To join her in the morn, with her starry mates. 30391|So, from God's will, the world will be made new; 30391|The days will pass with a new sun in her shine, 30391|And life shall rise ere long, a sun of the year. 30391|There'll be joys and sorrows in heaven, and mirth 30391|And sadness too on earth that the sons of men 30391|May drink when the world's tides run on their way-- 30391|A new world's life, a new world's destiny. 30391|Hail, son of the sun! For thy coming fills 30391|A world with gladness and rapture, and glows 30391|A night with glory: thou in thy starry train 30391|Risest, and glows thro' the ages of morn. 30391|In the wide heavens where the world's sons live 30391|Thou lov'st to shine, and from thy burning head 30391|Thy radiance burns thro' ages without end. 30391|The age of the sun and the starry race, 30391|Where in the sun's deep embrace they wait 30391|Their golden hour, is at hand: the world's sons 30391|March in their time of life to the goal, 30391|And a new world's life is now born full soon. 30391|This is a tale that comes from our own wild 30391|And lovely land, 30391|Where the world-worn sun-crowned, world-worshipped soul 30391|Shines with the old, 30391|Where the heart, the hand, the eye, the mind, 30391|And the true, have all 30391|That we have ever known, 30391|And a new world's life is born, a new day, 30391|And a new world's life is now born full soon, 30391|And a new world's life is now born full soon. 30391|Oh, there is glory in the world's birth, 30391|A new life, a new life is born; 30391|And a world whose joys have gone 30391|To make new earth, 30391|And a new world's life is now born, a new night, 30391|And a new world's life is now born full soon. 30391|And our world's joys are yet to come! 30391|And so, when the stars meet and the worlds change, 30391|This world shall pass, 30391|And a new world's life is born, new life! 30391|The world grows old, we may be old, 30391|And the blood is warm and the world grows old; 30391|But at length the world's heart grows bold 30391|And it wakes and it wakes, 30391|And the world is now born, the new sun! 30391|The old world dies. Oh, then, let it die! 30391|And the earth with her dawn's first radiance flings 30391|Through her dawning, and the new sun is born; 30391|And we have no choice of life 30391|At all times, and at all times we die. 30391|The old world's death is not death! A new day, 30391|New earth, new life is but born anew; 30391|And we have no choice of life 30391|At all times, 30391|But of death, 30391|And what life will we give 30391|To a new world's life? 30391|And when the world's sons come in the spring, 30391|And the world's gold and a new day is born, 30391|And new earth dies and new life still grows 30391|And the old world still lives, 30391|Then, dear child ======================================== SAMPLE 8880 ======================================== 18396|With a smile from the Queen of the Forest. 18396|I wish her a merry Christmas; 18396|I wish her another one, too. 18396|I wish them--but my eyes are bleared 18396|With tears o' night for the birth o' light; 18396|I am but a lowly harper, 18396|My harp is scarcely of worth; 18396|For a better, fairer harp would seek 18396|The maiden of thy heart to-night. 18396|Oh! would that all the world so blest 18396|As my love could soothe, my sweet; 18396|As its gladsome murmur could be 18396|A blissful jest, or a prayer! 18396|A harp-string, from my love could strain, 18396|And, when sweet sounds were nearest, sing! 18396|When the stars were in the heavens, 18396|In their chambers dim, 18396|And night's chill curtain drew 18396|O'er earth and heaven below, 18396|How soon the heart was waked! 18396|How soon each star the soul 18396|Of darkness bore! 18396|With its light and life beguil'd, 18396|With its love that glow'd, 18396|How soon, as from a slumber, 18396|The spirit fled! 18396|What could it know of love, 18396|Since no answer came 18396|Told from the heart! I knew; and, too, 18396|That my love not aught 18396|Might wish, at such a time, to know 18396|In any hallow'd place! 18396|'Tis the night o'er moonlight waves, 18396|I can scarce distinguish hour: 18396|The sky so far is bright, I can 18396|No more discern whether day or night; 18396|But I cannot help supping, 18396|Feeling, night-long, like wan 18396|And woeful despair. 18396|A weary dreary day 18396|Has passed in yonder glade; 18396|The bird is silent there; 18396|And, while I rouse, I know 18396|That I'm dreaming true. 18396|'Tis the night o'er moonlight waves-- 18396|Night that shall never part-- 18396|No bird hath sent 18396|Hope, in that dim retreat, 18396|To break in daylight dim. 18396|I dream that dawn is near; 18396|And that some wand'ring sprite 18396|In the glimmering West is seen 18396|To dart and wander fast-- 18396|The dearest spirit there, 18396|A maiden fair. 18396|'Tis the morning; and the day, 18396|The world so full of life, 18396|That, with bright eyes aflame, 18396|From his bright throne he springs-- 18396|The maiden fair. 18396|But oh! she has no tongue, 18396|All speech is gone to nought; 18396|She glides through darkness through 18396|Life's dull and dreary ways, 18396|And, onward to that sweet 18396|Nor light nor darkness brings! 18396|But, hark! it is the voice 18396|Of the maiden's lute; 18396|It brings me back again 18396|The day's happy hour. 18396|In the daybreak I should meet thee, 18396|In the autumn eve, and love; 18396|Oh! then I should think--there's nothing, 18396|In the world, so sweet as thine! 18396|I could look through the stars, when I 18396|Was dwelling on the sea, 18396|So dimly, faintly, faintly 18396|Could be seen in the wave; 18396|With thee, what pleasure would it bring-- 18396|Singing, singing high 18396|To the waves the music of the wood; 18396|How like a soul it would be 18396|In the solitude. 18396|And with thee would the waves, like the breeze 18396|From the meadows of Italy, 18396|Or the lark, in England's sky, 18396|Be wakened?--and all the woods ======================================== SAMPLE 8890 ======================================== 34237|And a song broke forth that rang 34237|With the music of hearts, 34237|And the air with the music rang. 34237|But alas! for our little man 34237|We heard only the sound 34237|Of his voice as he rose from the sea, 34237|And the music of hearts was drowned-- 34237|It was only the music of 34237|Stolen hearts that rang so! 34237|For none may come this way, my love, none, 34237|While the world is wild with rumor, 34237|And the hills with the legend of shame 34237|Run, run, run, and echo all night; 34237|No, never a-distant shall be 34237|One voice of the world to greet Mary, 34237|While it rings with the rumor of shame. 34237|The night's the time to come and go; 34237|The morning's the time to rise! 34237|O, if some one may have trouble, 34237|And a little trouble can heal, 34237|Let him take help and come to me; 34237|For help is many times many; 34237|It's just "Let there be Love," says I. 34237|And I know that the night's the time to come and go, 34237|And the morning's the time to rise; 34237|For there comes to each little spirit a God-speed, 34237|And O my lover, love! love I say; 34237|For I'm going _upward, upward!_ 34237|But what does Love do in Heaven? 34237|He makes the heaven more gay, 34237|Soothes the hearts that ache and ache, 34237|Calls Angels to the cup we drain, 34237|And soothes to rest the weary. 34237|No, no, Love is not satisfied, 34237|For then 't would be a long while 34237|From the night's beginning to the night 34237|Since the morning's beginning to peep. 34237|Then, with singing and with dirge 34237|I shall go seek him, oh! 34237|Oh, sing me to him for ever, 34237|Oh, let me go forever hence! 34237|Why should I go seek my Love? 34237|There's one in Heaven who longs. 34237|Then why not sing the others too? 34237|There's one in Heaven who longs; 34237|And then, that's not so far away 34237|For me, sing I to my Love. 34237|For Mary was merry and sweet 34237|With her dancing girls all dressed in blue, 34237|So pretty was each blue-faced lass; 34237|It seem'd a pleasure to feed her. 34237|Heigh-ho, what a merry Christmas! 34237|See how the cherries grow! 34237|See how the cherries grow, 34237|This is not the first time. 34237|This is not the first time. 34237|See how the cherries grow! 34237|See how the cherries grow, 34237|This is not the first time. 34237|What was that you said? 34237|Yes, that I was: 34237|That's how I found out. 34237|My mother never lies to me; 34237|We all knew it by heart, 34237|How much it hurt us both. 34237|We did not talk about it. 34237|We both felt so alone, 34237|And the secret kept from her, 34237|We all thought was all right. 34237|How does the Christmas tree make 34237|Me all red and rosy? 34237|How does it make the wind blow 34237|Over the snow? 34237|I don't know. They must put some wood 34237|Around the cherries once. 34237|The snow would melt away. 34237|But now they are all come out, 34237|And we see the firelight shine 34237|Upon the village door. 34237|The Christmas party comes, 34237|The chimneys sing; 34237|The mistletoe and mistletoe, 34237|And the bells, 34237|Ring, bells, ring 34237|Ring, in the snow. 34237|How does the old man remember things ======================================== SAMPLE 8900 ======================================== 1280|The house is hers to clear: 1280|I have a man's capacity, 1280|One's share of the good land. 1280|So she can get a mortgage, 1280|Firmly fixed at twenty. 1280|I have no man's capacity, 1280|No, no man's capacity. 1280|I must say good-night to you, 1280|And to my father. 1280|THE town is thronged with traffic and people. 1280|The street is so crowded. 1280|The town is thronged with traffic and people. 1280|The city has filled its floors all over. 1280|I wonder why we can't hold out longer? 1280|The town is crowded with traffic and people. 1280|I wonder how we can hold out longer? 1280|I SEND you a note: 1280|The town is thronged with traffic and people. 1280|There's a horse down the street that's very black: 1280|They'll make a match, 1280|Let's see. 1280|Now let's see. 1280|I've lost some money in the bank. 1280|And now I have come on a sour stomach. 1280|I'm hungry as a cat 1280|I wish I was dead. 1280|How long I've been sick so you don't know. 1280|I'm sick enough in the streets. 1280|To-day I got a bad cold. 1280|And you don't know the difference 't makes. 1280|The town is crowded with traffic and people. 1280|I've been there so long, 1280|I know how busy it is. 1280|I'm going to stay. 1280|I've had so much of it. 1280|If I had just as much as you have, 1280|I never would want to stay. 1280|I'd hurry out and get a job 1280|If I could have a bit more money. 1280|I'm too old. 1280|I'm seventy-two. 1280|The city is crowded with traffic and people, 1280|The town is crowded with traffic and people. 1280|THE water-plane is flying 1280|Above the city 1280|Like a bunch of lilies 1280|Out there on the shore. 1280|And the trees that stand on the water-line 1280|Are carrying the water 1280|Over the houses 1280|And the clouds that are overhead. 1280|And the little boats come rolling in 1280|From the harbor down the river. 1280|And there are many of them, 1280|And they are carrying in many of them, 1280|Old men, and women, and children. 1280|And the children are coming to swim. 1280|And the children, too, 1280|As the water-balls come swimming to my knees, 1280|Over and over and over they come. 1280|They're very beautiful. 1280|And the clouds that are overhead 1280|Are carrying the clouds 1280|And over the city 1280|The clouds, and the water, and all the clouds! 1280|The water's flowing over, 1280|Across the harbor-- 1280|And a boat with a flag floating on the bows is racing in. 1280|How do you like to go sailing on the water-- 1280|With little lights below to guide you and nothing to climb? 1280|Here's always a ladder for you. 1280|And here's a ladder for me! 1280|To watch the ships going over in the sky. 1280|It's better far away than at sea to live-- 1280|To see the clouds roll in the sky and drown the shore. 1280|But I've just to watch from this window here, 1280|And watch the ship-bells ringing, 1280|And all the passengers falling down below. 1280|And the little lights in the sky, 1280|What do you think I'm going to think-- 1280|That people are drowned--the city-wall is falling? 1280|How come you keep out of the way of falling? 1280|You're always so busy looking down that you don't care. 1280|So many are drowning, not one of you knows where 1280|they ======================================== SAMPLE 8910 ======================================== 27370|He never will be with me. 27370|O Thou who didst, by faith, make heaven, 27370|Give not my heart a place. 27370|All, all is well, but life's way, 27370|The long, the sad, the dark; 27370|But the heart is never still, 27370|And all I say is truth;-- 27370|I can tell but what I know, 27370|Or if any thing at all-- 27370|A smile or a tear. 27370|The world is growing dim, 27370|The flowers and the grass are here, 27370|But the heart can never bloom, 27370|Nor the heart be glad, 27370|With no place to rest! 27370|I go the world over, 27370|I seek for love; 27370|But I have not a heart, 27370|Nor a place to dwell, 27370|Where a heart may grow, 27370|I cannot be. 27370|O, my lovely wife! 27370|With your dark eyes, 27370|And your dark eyes, 27370|And your soft white neck! 27370|Why dost thou look down on me, 27370|When I am in the sky? 27370|Why do I hold my soul 27370|Too close about my arm, 27370|And cling with such a force, 27370|As if I were a bird? 27370|O, my dear lovely wife! 27370|With your dark and daring eyes, 27370|And with dark eyes, 27370|And your soft white neck! 27370|Why do I press myself so close 27370|With my heart's blood-soil spread? 27370|Why do I cling to you like tie, 27370|And cling so fast and strong? 27370|Now what can I say, 27370|Now tell the world, 27370|Now turn away and go, 27370|Or, my dear, be still? 27370|I'll not hear that gentle name, 27370|Or that soft young name 27370|So famed, so famous a name, 27370|As Euphemia Kean! 27370|A love so dear, and yet a flame 27370|As if I burned my light 27370|In the night, to be kindled up 27370|To death, and light the darkness too! 27370|And yet, and yet, if I could win 27370|One precious word at length, 27370|One precious word, the one last word, 27370|That may light my path to life,-- 27370|No love which I can keep at heart, 27370|In all my soul-searching years, 27370|I'd use it, for a sign 27370|To tell of that which lies 27370|'Neath the skies, or in the night, 27370|In the dark heart of an unknown heaven! 27370|Dear! are all things beautiful and lovely, 27370|With their light and life, 27370|The very flowers-- 27370|And when, through your garden paths, 27370|You look back to your carolling children, 27370|May you find the sweetest dreams 27370|In their innocent eyes,-- 27370|The dreams that we might have dreamed, 27370|If we had not had to play 27370|The game that no man knows; 27370|Our little lives are made 27370|Of such a precious use. 27370|All things are fair; 27370|The very stars grow dim, 27370|Their radiant beams so far, 27370|When the eyes are far away. 27370|And when the eyes are far away, 27370|All night long in the sky, 27370|You watch, and with a secret thrill of gladness 27370|View the wonderful sky, 27370|And the beautiful clouds above 27370|Like the lovely, trembling flowers that blossom, 27370|And fall about; 27370|In the calm and quiet moon. 27370|But our own wildest joys,-- 27370|As the dreams of childhood thrill again, 27370|And the light heart of youth 27370|For the dear ones of our sorrows comes; 27370|To the friendless and poor we are true; 27370|And the heart is the brother 27370|Of ======================================== SAMPLE 8920 ======================================== 4010|Who, since the world was first founded, 4010|Shall be no more. 4010|We leave the realm of ancient story, 4010|And seek in a stranger land 4010|The light of ancient story: 4010|For oft the light has turned to shadow, 4010|And the star to a meteor's hail, 4010|And the poet to the sailor's gale. 4010|And our hearts in our wandering roam 4010|About this country's ancient haunts - 4010|And, ere we reach its fields and mountains, 4010|Behold its olden heroes rise 4010|From dust and darkness, and their glories - 4010|The Saxon, the Norman, and the Lombard, 4010|The pride of the world's young patriot race; 4010|And in your land the story wakened - 4010|And, with its story, blest a nation! 4010|Here, in this drear and silent glen, 4010|Where never hear the unmelodious moan 4010|Of a world's utter loneliness,' says he, 4010|The lone Minstrel, who was wailing near, 4010|'But a god is near, and it is day.' 4010|Thus was it said in many days, 4010|Long ere the tale had passed away; 4010|But still till now no story seemed 4010|To have the ear that would be true. 4010|And now the story is well-nigh told, 4010|And with no more on earth to go; 4010|And in our humble home of life 4010|The story can ne'er come nigh dying. 4027|The Song was writ in the name of the 4027|Lord Knyhelyn Riveditan Lord of Orkney 4027|by his servant William Tytosby 4027|for William Knyhelyn's servant. 4027|In the name of the Lady Amelia 4027|and in the name of the Earl of Murray 4027|the song was writ in the name of James Murray 4027|for the Earl of Murray's servant William Tytosby 4027|For the lady Amelia, the song is his: - 4027|I am a bird and a bird am I, 4027|I have my home in the air; 4027|I fly in the sunshine or storm, 4027|I sing in a song. 4027|I am a bird and a bird am I, 4027|My nest in the air I hold; 4027|I sing in the shadow of night, 4027|I'm all alone when I sing. 4027|I go to bathe in the waters of 4027|A lake when the sun is high; 4027|I sing in the sunlight by day, 4027|I'm all alone if I go there. 4027|As I think of a bird whose life is 4027|Like mine; and of his birdhood 4027|I sing and I fly till I find 4027|The song that he sang in his soul; 4027|For he sang and loved me well. 4027|I think of a bird who was 4027|A bird like mine; and his soul 4027|Was as air and sunshine, 4027|Air and sunshine and song, 4027|But a birdhood and air; 4027|He had wings and he had wings, 4027|He could sing in the sunshine, 4027|Sing and fly and sing, 4027|He had wings, but a birdhood passed 4027|And his song was not ended. 4027|I love a song and I love a song that sings 4027|To the light that is shed above in a song in my heart. 4027|The stars have gathered there, the stars in their glory; 4027|My little song has risen to their praise above me. 4027|How beautiful and how beautiful are their light in the night, 4027|But light in a song that I sing I cannot find in my heart. 4027|The wind is like a voice to-night in the dark of the night, 4027|My little song is heard in the very heart of the night. 4027|My heart is a lily in bloom where the moon has set for me, 4027|My little song comes in with the light to my world for me. 4027|The stars have gathered them to- ======================================== SAMPLE 8930 ======================================== 25953|He may still be living, son, 25953|While his fair eyes are shining." 25953|Then the hapless father asked: 25953|"Wherefore do you ask me, father, 25953|And what has happened to you, 25953|In the last month of the year?" 25953|Then the lively Lemminkainen 25953|Answered in the words which follow: 25953|"In the last month of the year, 25953|In the time when it is pleasant, 25953|But it does not grow in number, 25953|Therefore the number is not 25953|Greater than the year one knows not. 25953|If I knew the cause of it, 25953|I should know how to deal with it, 25953|And if you you can tell me more, 25953|Then the man may take a thousand, 25953|And the children ten thousand." 25953|Said the lively Lemminkainen, 25953|"In the time when I was sleeping, 25953|When it is pleasant but few, 25953|And the number is not great, 25953|In this very wretched vessel, 25953|When the winds are not roaring, 25953|I was born upon the water, 25953|And I sailed away to Northland, 25953|And to Kalevala's farthest coast." 25953|Then upon his back he laid him, 25953|Then he said upon his knees: 25953|"Give me then the boat, my boy, 25953|Bring the boat the best you have; 25953|This the best of all the vessels, 25953|And the largest vessel round it, 25953|Take what you have made for it; 25953|And my father's old companion, 25953|Bring the boat unto me, 25953|Bring the vessel to your service, 25953|In the favour of the Northland." 25953|Then the boy, the lively Lemminkainen, 25953|Struck his glove upon the water, 25953|On a rock his glove he placed it, 25953|On the stone the glove of eagle; 25953|And on rock the eagle's feather, 25953|Fell within the boat's chain-eagle, 25953|From the boat at length he lifted, 25953|With his beak he took the birdlet, 25953|Hastened on to Kalevala, 25953|To the Isle of Wabaseu. 25953|'Twas the evening, in the evening, 25953|When the Sun began his journey, 25953|And the Moon was in her orb; 25953|And the Wind began his journey, 25953|To the Ocean's shore he drifted, 25953|And toward the water's surface. 25953|On the water there was water, 25953|As if all the stars were shining; 25953|But the Sun and Moon were shining, 25953|In their ships of stone constructed. 25953|When the little boat was sailing, 25953|And they sailed with their own power, 25953|And upon the river's margin, 25953|From the shore the Sun went sailing 25953|Over the broad sea's border, 25953|Over the rough sea floor, 25953|Till he came to Uraneu's borders, 25953|Where the Sun now settled down, 25953|On the headland's stone foundation, 25953|On the hill-top's crumbling face. 25953|On the hill they built a cabin, 25953|Bought there wood and meat abundant, 25953|And they laid the stones for building; 25953|And two maidens also came there, 25953|To sit near the cabin door, 25953|While the Sun went onward sailing 25953|Over the broad sea's borders, 25953|To the ocean's headlands too. 25953|And they spoke the words which follow: 25953|"O my Sun, who went a-sailing, 25953|And a-sailing, day and night, 25953|And in every wind inspired me, 25953|Now come to our own home, 25953|Now come with favouring breeze 25953|Through the mighty waves, and shake us, 25953|On the rocks o'erweigh us, 25953|O'erwhelm us on the ocean, 25953 ======================================== SAMPLE 8940 ======================================== 8187|By the sea, that, though he loved, must shrink 8187|From a heart and mind made sacred by, 8187|And which would be torn with his own. 8187|This is his last and greatest hour. 8187|Oh! could it be that he who loved 8187|And was loved more tenderly than,-- 8187|While he lived, but clasped and kissed the hand 8187|That loved him the most of all,-- 8187|But one tear, ere they parted, shed 8187|For a pity all too soon to die! 8187|Come! let us go, and, lo the dance! 8187|And hear the music, as it plays, 8187|By young Love's hearthstone, 8187|To all things fair and strange! 8187|Come! come away, come, let us go, 8187|And dance around, while the music plays, 8187|To every sweet and strange! 8187|Let us go, dear, nor long abide, 8187|But while the music and the dance are o'er, 8187|To all things fair and strange! 8187|When the soft evening shades are lengthening, 8187|And through the silent air 8187|The robin sings his last sweet note, 8187|While the green leaves fall; 8187|Then round the leaf-crowned tree in joy, 8187|We twine our wreaths and fling 8187|Our loves-held, heart-worshipped dead, 8187|To the green-robed trees! 8187|Then round the green-robed tree in joy, 8187|We twine our wreaths and fling them all; 8187|And when the air grows chill below, 8187|And darkness comes, 8187|And the moon, like a love-lighted eye, 8187|Looks down upon our grave,-- 8187|Oh! what could ever seem so sweet 8187|In hearts that love love's charms, 8187|But to kiss the dear hands that pressed 8187|And blest its head,-- 8187|Ah! still it sleeps--its rest is fain, 8187|There 'neath the green-helmed tree, 8187|Whose leaves are drooping, who is weeping, 8187|That it might smile on us! 8187|Sweet, dear love, can I behold thee 8187|As thou didst when I was a boy? 8187|Like to the long, long years of yore, 8187|The memories of our early years, 8187|Oh, could I as they are again, 8187|The memories of that happy time! 8187|How sweet had it been to have thee then, 8187|Thou dear, familiar image of youth! 8187|Like to the youthful hours that fled, 8187|Before thy charming eyes and face, 8187|And all, from heart to lips, were sweet;-- 8187|As now I see thee standing by, 8187|Lingering like some sweet image yonder, 8187|When all around seem moving so fast. 8187|Now that they are gone,-- 8187|Sweet scenes ye are to me, 8187|Of days when I was here, 8187|And all around seem moving so fast; 8187|That, while I turn with fond desire, 8187|To breathe the sweet, yet music-like sigh 8187|That, when thou wast nigh, I hear thee sigh, 8187|I see thee smile, 8187|Thy smile, loved one once so dear, 8187|Sweet scenes ye are to me, 8187|Of days when I was here. 8187|What though this bosom, while I sing, 8187|I miss the smile that used to dwell 8187|Amid the dreams so fondly, near; 8187|I miss that smile--and only think, 8187|Waking to it, I see again 8187|That bosom, smiling, whose cheeks were flushed 8187|When thou wast near, whose cheek was pale. 8187|I miss the smile--though, where the cloud 8187|Of years--it flies from memory; 8187|I miss the spell, the power, the spell 8187|That took me when thou stood afar,-- 8187|Oh! could I sleep so once again, ======================================== SAMPLE 8950 ======================================== 5184|With the sword that is in the mail-chest. 5184|"Now I strike the third time the king, 5184|And the hero awakens sleeping, 5184|Rises and walks as was intended. 5184|'Who art thou that thus comest singing 5184|From a distant country unseen?' 5184|"Then I tell the king in answer, 5184|I will tell thee the truth as reflecting, 5184|That thou comest from Pohyola; 5184|Singing of Northland thou singest, 5184|Crook-beards have I brought thee for thy singing, 5184|Crooked-beards, swords, and magic hero 5184|That can rend the cruel iron-clouds 5184|And can sweep away with his aerie sweep 5184|Dreary are the beginnings of thine singing; 5184|By my wisdom thou hast won this contest, 5184|Sing thou now thy song of Northland, 5184|Crook-beards or cruel iron-clouds. 5184|"Crook-beards are brought by myitors, 5184|Crooked-beard wins triumph from my shafting; 5184|I have vanquished the great war-lord, 5184|Fell but to-day in my contest, 5184|All his guards are at my castle, 5184|All his chiefs and his trusted henchmen, 5184|All the magic heroes perished. 5184|All the children and the maidens 5184|Went to perish by slave-like plunging, 5184|Steed-swords were never useful heroes. 5184|Thou wert born to slay the wild-moose, 5184|To devour the steer of Hraway, 5184|From Crook-beards born, I know it well, 5184|Never devoured by mortal hero, 5184|Never devoured by mortal daughter, 5184|Never robbed by slave of Northland." 5184|Then the hero-baboon, Kullerwoinen, 5184|Handsome youth and son, began singing 5184|Songs to please the crowds of hill and valley, 5184|Songs of triumph and songs of exultation, 5184|All around the tombs and burial-grounds, 5184|In the courts and wigwams of Northland, 5184|At the courts and death-fires of Wuhne, 5184|At the warrior's wigwam in Hisi. 5184|Then the ancient bard and skilful musicians 5184|Called together all their musical instruments, 5184|Taped themselves to their instruments, 5184|Bade them all come hither, bring birch-rod, 5184|Bark of birch-belly, tasseled leaves, O! 5184|Bring the high-minded hero, Kullervo, 5184|Sing he shall, sing he shall, the songs of triumph, 5184|War-songs, of the Northland's champion hero, 5184|Ever victorious, ever true-hearted, 5184|Ever true-born, never changing, 5184|Bring the bark of goodly birchen branches, 5184|Bring the branches of the holy birch-tree, 5184|That the living trumpeter, Kullerwoinen, 5184|Come thou with his harp of magic melody, 5184|Sing we ween weem, O ye thrush-birds, O 5184|Sing thou weep, O ye tears of sorrow, 5184|From the hearts of those who mourn for those 5184|Who are no more with thee and long for thee." 5184|Thus returned the ancient bard-mage, 5184|Thus addressed the blank-piece melody, 5184|In his mouth the words, and melody 5184|In his tongue the words were bound to fly. 5184|Thereupon the singer, tall Lekko, 5184|Song of triumph, instruments, and musicians, 5184|Brought forth the blank-piece for performance, 5184|Played the blank-piece, O-Kissinen, 5184|From the depths of his Bakuran, 5184|From his Tiptolinneau of flutes; 5184|All the village-dances were assembled 5184|On the green fields of Kalevala, 5184|All the maids of Lyonda ======================================== SAMPLE 8960 ======================================== 34237|A man that's nothing, but 34821|A man of a heart, my brother, 34821|Shall ye not then his virtues know? 34821|Forgive my folly--'twill save me; 34821|I will not let my spirits swell, 34821|But on my heart's exceeding swell; 34821|Where Nature's sweet and gentle tone 34821|Is mute, his heart is grave and high, 34821|And can not find a rest. 34821|Forgive me, brother, that I say, 34821|When thus alone I linger still.... 34821|For, as the wildest lover oft 34821|Thinks of the love-sick stray, 34821|The heart he beats below hath its 34821|Sad conscience itself to hear. 34821|The sad conscience is his own-- 34821|And every passion has an inner 34821|Voice, that, like a faithful friend, 34821|Can tell him when he is in love. 34821|But the heart's own conscience is a 34821|Mistake, perverting, that confesses 34821|It is a fault as yet conceived. 34821|So when my love he is forgot, 34821|'Tis I that will alone be forgot. 34821|This is the world of life to each, 34821|The world of labour to the more, 34821|The world of labour a world of care; 34821|When, when the world may seem so drear, 34821|I shall still sing the happy holiday. 34821|I have a garden of my own, 34821|Full of sweet flowers, and many a row 34821|Of little yellow daisies, of white, 34821|Like the sweet morning dew, as soft 34821|As the soft grass, on silvery stalks. 34821|There are the sweet lilies at their face 34821|White as the sun, and down the stream 34821|Coffers the blushing cypress-tree, 34821|Gems of whose scented leaves I pore, 34821|Like my heart's Desire, for Paradise. 34821|There are the gay gaudy violets; 34821|Gilded as heaven the purest sky, 34821|And in a darksome hollow, found 34821|As sweet as heaven on earth to sleep. 34821|I have a thousand kinds, to choose 34821|From whence I spring my summer flowers; 34821|My rose, the lily; my lavender; 34821|My cresses, the myrtle; and where they don't, 34821|I'll take the violet; but that's too bad. 34821|These are the flowers to me most dear; 34821|That from their flowers my roses grow: 34821|And, as a dainty handmaid holds 34821|An ancient diamond in her ear; 34821|Or, as a queen, a stately vine 34821|Her silken tent around toave; 34821|Or, in a gilded turret guards, 34821|The silver-sanded myrtle-wands. 34821|So these, my lady, you may be 34821|Forgetting, and with pleasure may: 34821|If aught of wanton pleasure you, 34821|At eve or even in the day; 34821|When a white foot, a soft breast, a glance, 34821|Thro' garden or my flower-bed live. 34821|But 'tis a tale I never told 34821|My charming fair one, when she'd stray 34821|Far from my garden, far from me; 34821|Or even from my side, forlorn: 34821|For, oh, her life was not her own! 34821|The sun and the long day's flight 34821|Have quite forgot me to-day, 34821|All in my loving arms alone. 34821|'Tis vain to vex me with my woe, 34821|For still I live as I have lived, 34821|And look without joy, as though 34821|Some friend from without had come; 34821|But yet, how vain to weep! 34821|All my delight's departed 34821|All my hopes are o'er, 34821|And though still I weep, my tears 34821|Cannot keep out the sun. 34821|In dreams ======================================== SAMPLE 8970 ======================================== 27129|Her hand lay lightly on my heart, 27129|And told me all; 27129|She told me what I should not trust: 27129|"Do not despise. 27129|If you can trust your own senses, 27129|That is, your hearts, 27129|You can make the other's faults your own, 27129|And keep them so." 27129|At last to her I said farewell, 27129|And went my way; 27129|My heart was still with all the rest, 27129|That were not so. 27129|The gentle dove would not have me 27129|So lonely be: 27129|To her I said farewell, and went 27129|Where birds and flowers are gay; 27129|Where birds and flowers and angels sing, 27129|Like friends together. 27129|They gave me this sweet little book, 27129|Which well my heart did hold, 27129|And told me that in it I read 27129|The story of my life. 27129|"This good sweet love of my bosom 27129|Which I could feel while reading," 27129|Then I began my tale in verse 27129|So far as it was told o'er, 27129|And how my love I won at court 27129|Where as the meanest squire, 27129|Being a knight, it so appeased 27129|His master's heart, that without doubt 27129|His lady's heart as well did fill, 27129|For all her beauty's sake. 27129|"And first I said how my heart and head 27129|Were beaten in a thousand wars, 27129|How I had slain the lion young, 27129|And slew the wild-boar grand!" 27129|"Nor I in wanton folly doted, 27129|Nor I in wanton strife, 27129|Wrought but the kindness I enjoyed 27129|Of your dear ladye." 27129|"That you may know that I loved you 27129|From the day that I was wedded, 27129|My first care and pleasure 27129|Was to get you and hold you, 27129|And all for a good knight's bridegroom, 27129|And a great ladye. 27129|"But the days grew glad and plenty, 27129|And I grew mighty rich, 27129|And by and by my life grew cold, 27129|Being but young in love. 27129|"But in the summer time I went 27129|From our humble kitchen, 27129|To a castle high and wide, 27129|To ride to be wedded, 27129|And so was bidden." 27129|Then from my heart she took this note, 27129|And read it in the glass: 27129|'But I have not loved you, Jane dear, 27129|Since you left my kitchen, 27129|In my wanton foolishness.' 27129|The ladye looked at this strange story, 27129|As she looked at her good lord, 27129|And told the housekeeper in haste, 27129|Then made reply again: 27129|"'Twas a foolish thing in Jane you did, 27129|'Tis now I think for you to make, 27129|When in love you are so fond; 27129|And to love for so long a time, 27129|Must be made a madness. 27129|"'Twas a foolish thing, as well you know, 27129|For all your good to wed a man 27129|Whose virtues, though you deem 'em great, 27129|Are nothing of the best; 27129|"True, at his mother's death you prayed 27129|With sorrowing heart and sore, 27129|And promised, to return home soon, 27129|And so would make her live; 27129|But he, your wife and love, hath slain: 27129|And it is well the death befall, 27129|If that your pride and love may die. 27129|"The best that I can say and prove, 27129|For your great love, is, I hope, 27129|He that loves not God's commands, 27129|Is but as a carnal thing: 27129|And, though I loved you dearly, 27129|God love us not in pride.' 27129|"Thus to the king, and ======================================== SAMPLE 8980 ======================================== 30332|There stood a little chamber, 30332|And in its midst was she 30332|That loved the hero's bride, 30332|A fair-haired maiden, 30332|In her eyes a glory 30332|Of blue, and not despair; 30332|On her lips a smile of light 30332|With tears bedewed, 30332|But, like a child in grief, 30332|She wept a quiet tear-- 30332|For she was old and gray, 30332|And her grey eyes must weep. 30332|And all night long, beneath the moon, 30332|She thought upon that fair-haired maid, 30332|And thought, "I will go now to this cave, 30332|And drink some wine." 30332|So she thought of where she would go, 30332|And, when rose light made light rejoice 30332|About her, she wept again, 30332|But, when the morning came, 30332|And in her garden fair 30332|The lilies stood up straight, 30332|And the sun shone on them, 30332|She thought she would seek some place to hide 30332|And wait there for her lover's hand 30332|For no word spoken, 30332|And no sign of any sorrow; 30332|That she could forget 30332|The long pain all her life long: 30332|The long-forgotten sorrow, 30332|And wait for his coming, 30332|Till she saw him through the twilight go 30332|The long, long way she would go. 30332|But when the dawn of the morning's light 30332|Came to the lovely people's door, 30332|She went about, without a thought, 30332|A-list, without a word, 30332|A-list, without a sign, 30332|And no one knew her anywhere; 30332|Her name is Atys: and no sign 30332|To tell men her came to pass, 30332|For all the little she had of speech 30332|Was like the white-thorn blossom of love, 30332|And as fair words that could not cease 30332|Still rose and shed their sweet perfume, 30332|Until people said of Atys: 30332|"This is the fairest maid to be 30332|That ever walked in flowery wood!" 30332|But, when the sun was ashen-cheekt 30332|And the last rose-leaves fell to dew, 30332|She walked again, and people said 30332|Of Atys: "This is the youngest 30332|Yet, when Atys went to seek her love, 30332|Her aged lips smiled over grief, 30332|Though still, and full of woe, they were." 30332|"But we are old, O people, and thus 30332|We know, what love is, where it is; 30332|But O, that love be a joy, 30332|As the long grass, that makes the air 30332|Sweet with the odorous air of spring, 30332|And not a shadow like this one, 30332|For what hope is not?" 30332|"Ah, what hope is that?" 30332|The people laughed at her, for she had said 30332|That hope was not. 30332|"But is it true?" 30332|The people pressed her more closely, and she began 30332|To say, "I hope to meet my wish!" 30332|Yet her voice was so thin and tired, her eyes, 30332|So faint to tears, seemed that she might as well 30332|Have said, "Oh, do not mourn! for when we were 30332|Young and happy, and I loved you, forsooth, 30332|And you loved me, we would stay and sing, 30332|We would, and still would sing, in that hope, 30332|That little hope we had." 30332|So cried the years 30332|As old as love, and young in spirit too, 30332|And filled with beauty, but with sorrow too. 30332|So the young maiden, Atys Acheitus, 30332|Said, "I long to go to Rome, and not find 30332|The year's death-struck, in a place like this; 30332|To see once more ======================================== SAMPLE 8990 ======================================== 1002|If I had spoken as they wished, their evil pleasure 1002|Would have been turned to good. 1002|A little further we were going 1002|When I perceived them seated in a semicircle 1002|Before a column new and curious, wherefrom 1002|A fire was kindled continuously. I saw 1002|Aglavour, who there beneath the surface sits, 1002|And Aglaurus, who two of them hath raised 1002|So that they both beneath the scale shall be. 1002|That Aglaurus was a son of that Emperor, 1002|Who fell by battle with the old Caesarean; 1002|But him I cannot reveal, for that were disgrace. 1002|Aglossa in his spring already is seen 1002|Standing three times on one foot upon the ladder, 1002|As if he moved therein as soon as the short grass 1002|Sets he or her foot on it; and at each motion 1002|The light drops down, and makes the scale resound. 1002|Already upon the spot whereon that is, 1002|Doth Chiron grow, and with the brows so wrinkled 1002|Aglaurus yet sits upright upon his feet. 1002|Aglaurus already has he lengthened his beard, 1002|And with the eyesight of a savage has not spared 1002|The other three, but is already taken up; 1002|For all of them are of the same defect. 1002|After Aglaurus has been moved about 1002|So many times upon the blessed ground, 1002|It breaks the throng into a thousand parts, 1002|He will appear already underneath, 1002|If the stone shall not run through all, and split it; 1002|So broken is the Angelum apart." 1002|Inferno: Canto XXXIV 1002|Now was the vigil of the great Feast 1002|Almost completed, and the Knight Fancy 1002|Had of the wondrous banquet already made 1002|Without one drop from its crystal mountain, 1002|And the wonderful vision without veil. 1002|When we were nearing the Pleasure of the sight, 1002|Giovanna said: "Take I not to taste 1002|My heart's content before I come to ask 1002|What beauteous savour is; so be it still." 1002|"My brother, look," said I, "if thou wishest we 1002|In the great feast dine; for if thou wilt, 1002|Now will I make thee hungry as thou art." 1002|And he said to me: "Food hast thou more 1002|Unto this asking than to know the truth." 1002|And I drew closer to him, saying: "Brother, 1002|Virtue so enfolded me the world, 1002|That to the evil I gave vent to Will; 1002|But soon the truth I saw diminishing 1002|Between the beneficent and the bad, 1002|How with the good so whole is each will, 1002|That each pursues his own pleasure best," 1002|That made him greater grow. He answered me: 1002|"I cannot fathom how thy heart 1002|Can err in so far, nor why error 1002|Doth fail to manifest itself in it. 1002|Because in Faith and Love thy hope is built, 1002|In act and word, in Friendship and in Prayer, 1002|That every nerve of body and of brain 1002|Thou mayst a thousand times have shaken in it. 1002|Now pass we to Verona, and write that 1002|With which thy mind is pleased. When thou shalt 1002|Henceforth be sitting securely on that throne, 1002|From whence the semblance has the power to hide it 1002|That would be for false deities unknown, 1002|Say which one there is, and tell it with truth." 1002|And he: "Virtue, which there already is, 1002|Thou first must seek and seek together; 1002|Last, Liberty, which is not of small account, 1002|Thou must confess to be the last product 1002|From that Good which all things serve. Herein is room 1002|Of agreement even to the least of philosophers, 1002|Because the substance which we are faced with 1002 ======================================== SAMPLE 9000 ======================================== 18500|To meet the fair 'bout the bend o' the laird. 18500|In the gloamin' when the lizards are fleein'; 18500|In the dark, when the owsen 's screamin'; 18500|O there is nae luck like the caird! 18500|The lily by the water-side, 18500|The nightingale by the thorn, 18500|Will lure the cormorant frae the skies, 18500|An' charm the jaiest to tears. 18500|Wi' saut and swing thy heather cap 18500|Will shaw the proudest loon; 18500|He'll flutter by her een and swear 18500|A hapless wight is there. 18500|There's nae hope, there's nae chance for me, 18500|Lass, among the heather blooms; 18500|Gin on the bitter plain we rin, 18500|We yet shall meet again! 18500|When a' the warld's wild flowers are fade'n, 18500|And a' the warld's wild warblings sung, 18500|The warl' is the haven sweet, 18500|The lone the haunt o' man and maid; 18500|Frae man's gate, the fauld, the lone, 18500|The lonely haunts o' men. 18500|O the lassie dear, her days are lang, 18500|And a' the lang summer that 's gane, 18500|She 'll never come hame again, 18500|To fix her prayers i' th' dear luve o't. 18500|Oh, she 's drest i' silk and leathere, 18500|And e'en the rain a blithsome shine; 18500|The winds blaw, the clouds blaw, 18500|The rain beats frae the low clouds drear, 18500|But still she 's at her pray'r. 18500|The sun comes up, and gilds the skies, 18500|The lutening graip 's gane to her, 18500|Yet still she 's at her pray'r. 18500|Ye poppy heads wherein my lassie lies! 18500|When ye were a growmy, and a growin': 18500|Now ye are a peaked growin', and a growin'. 18500|Ye were no cause o' ruin, and no cause o' sorrow 18500|To my poor lassie: for she gaed the brakens wi' me 18500|Far over the hills and the far ford. 18500|And there she gaed with the fordless ford, 18500|The brakens wi' the muck awa; 18500|But aye she saw a blithe life on the brakens drawin' in, 18500|Far over the hills and the far ford. 18500|The brakens and the brakens gang in an' row, 18500|And ane by one they gang awa; 18500|But aye she saw a blithe life on the brakens drawin' in, 18500|Far over the hills and the far ford. 18500|The brakens and the brakens gang in ane by one, 18500|But she 's never the thing for het care; 18500|"It 's not my fault," sings she, "it 's not my fault, 18500|The wanse an' the weepie aye sae monie; 18500|I wad gie my troubles, the brakens, to be cov'd 18500|In that dear little cirde that gae me life!" 18500|She 's no forcair, a single life to dyin', 18500|A bit o' life to waste in vain; 18500|She 's no, and so's she never may gang in, 18500|An' never gang in, never gang out. 18500|Oh, there 's a bonny braw chance that she 's missit, 18500|My Loo! it pays me me ain req'nences; 18500|I wadna gang to the bogs o' Craigs, 18500|An' gang awa down the Ballyhoo. 18500|There 's nae fools, and there 's noe fools to ask, 18500|An' ======================================== SAMPLE 9010 ======================================== 21003|To the great glory of the sky-- 21003|And the glory, not in glittering steel, 21003|But in the truth and goodness 21003|Of a heart that's lighted by the breeze. 21003|And the glory he's brought us there, 21003|With the glory of his fame is brought, 21003|While I lay by the side of him, 21003|Praying he'd come to Bethlehem; 21003|And the fame it brought is brought, and the glory 21003|It brought is--it is God who sends it. 21003|"Now, my babe, when you can talk, 21003|Talk at ease and talk at rest, 21003|Let us hear from the Master's voice 21003|Things that we can never know; 21003|Things that he has learned from his days, 21003|While he's been at work on the earth." 21003|Thus he told his darling child, 21003|Till her faith grew strong and true; 21003|Till "Wealth and fashion were fled-- 21003|Piled with money and laid with gold 21003|Everything the man could want, 21003|Bustle, and gait, and dress, and shoes: 21003|But, ah, the one thing he wanted 21003|Was to learn before he ate! 21003|"Now, my darling, let us make 21003|The most of this poor life-- 21003|Let us give what's given to give; 21003|And our bread, our love and duty, 21003|Lays on Jesus in His love!" 21003|He taught her what was good and right, 21003|He showed her how to live-- 21003|Saying, "From your babyhood 21003|You've been sick and in distress, 21003|But the Lord will give you health 21003|In the days that are to be." 21003|And the babe grew glad and gay, 21003|She learned to read and spell; 21003|She went to school, and she played 21003|Well that blessed day to see. 21003|God knows we've all been sick and ill, 21003|But he's the one that's always good; 21003|We can trust and count on our Lord 21003|Who never changes here below! 21003|The Spirit of the Lord is Here, 21003|Beside me there are His apostles, 21003|Standing by his invitation. 21003|The spirit of the Lord is "here," 21003|He's "there" in all the generations. 21003|The Spirit of the Lord is "here," 21003|He's "there" in all the times and seasons. 21003|The time is ripe with its treasures, 21003|There shall be no longer need 21003|For any rich and mighty soul 21003|Who has seen the good that He is fain 21003|To give to mankind in the world to come. 21003|The time is ripe for the soul's repentance, 21003|When it shall be seen that the Lord is good; 21003|But that is made clear on the soul's brow 21003|By the light of the Lord's self-recognition. 21003|He is good and good shall prevail 21003|Over kingdoms, the world, and men; 21003|Till he hath his triumph and triumphing, 21003|And the world, that was overthrown, 21003|Shall be saved from the sin and from sinning, 21003|Till he ascend unto his glory. 21003|And I've been sick and in need of comfort, 21003|Because I have said I could not tell, 21003|And the Spirit of our Saviour says, "Come and See;" 21003|"Come and see, and be thankful, 21003|Lord Jesus Christ, that is ever with me," 21003|And a heavenly power beareth His cross and His staff; 21003|And the Spirit of the Lord is "here" to lead us-- 21003|Come and see his ways and his ways know me. 21003|How long do I count the days to come, 21003|And how soon the path I must shun? 21003|The hours that now are sped on 21003|I know when I am with them gone; 21003|For Jesus is Lord, and it is right 21003|That I should bear his cross ======================================== SAMPLE 9020 ======================================== 3160|The haughty monarch thus:--'Hast thou, then, forgot 3160|Thy vows to us, and thy olden promise? 3160|Go, my son, the signal to return, 3160|With ready train his faithful slaves to lead: 3160|Haste to pursue, and the fair Trojans view, 3160|Unchecked his rapid steeds; and snatch their prey: 3160|The victor from my flight, with transport burn, 3160|His splendid garb, and festive honours crown. 3160|Lo! from the distant skies a storm is borne, 3160|And clouds of hail impel the dreadful rain; 3160|The dark-wing'd gale, and dreadful thunder peal: 3160|Then to the city-gates he shall repair 3160|Like stormy tempest, and his sable wings 3160|With dreadful din assail the listening gates.' 3160|"I, not less bashful, trustless of my art, 3160|Lest I betrayed one vow, and one command, 3160|Not now in arms at distance or in flight, 3160|Or in some foreign city conceal'd, 3160|Not so, my country bids me join thy force; 3160|In thee to reign, and to restore thy state 3160|By thee shall all her dauntless sons engage. 3160|To thee my limbs are mine; my veins the blood; 3160|Thy happy kingdom trusts to me her own. 3160|I yield! the present to restore restore, 3160|Or by me rule, and secure the future. 3160|Thyself may guard the kingdom from a foe 3160|But leave thy son to speak with me alone. 3160|And if I must be witness, say whose side 3160|To suffer wrong, whose arms the offender bear? 3160|The aged hero, or the young to aid, 3160|Or if the great, thy brother, or thy son? 3160|And to the king with this, and answer me, 3160|Where is thy guardian, to the world unknown? 3160|Or shall he live, when Phoebus leaves the isle, 3160|And to his country yet return no more?' 3160|"The king (for he the time and place desired) 3160|In brief replied: 'This is my royal care; 3160|The boy I call'd, to whom I give the name, 3160|I left in Crete, a free and brave abode. 3160|Unworthy far, though safe, he trod the sea; 3160|My friend, my father, and my native land. 3160|'Let him, in my command (the genial joy 3160|Shed o'er him) ere long to Greece be borne, 3160|By my command with friendly cheer, depart, 3160|And safely bear the herald's message on shore. 3160|Then, when the genial rites are duly paid, 3160|To me is given the heir of all the throne: 3160|My brother will succeed: the laws are made. 3160|My son shall rule us, and with sovereign sway 3160|The procreant realms of Greece enjoy the laws.' 3160|"Thus spoke the king, and from his high command 3160|Affect the prince, his genial joy divine; 3160|Obedient to the wish he well had thought, 3160|He leaves my father's court to taste the fare, 3160|And reach'd a city in the Hesperian woods, 3160|Thence led by Jove, and led by all alight. 3160|No cause was brought against the royal guest 3160|In the fair groves of Jove's imperial court; 3160|But, by the will divine, at midnight's hour, 3160|The sovereign of the gods an ensign bore, 3160|On a green bough, whose slender boughs unite 3160|A tangled web of silver, and enchain 3160|Trees, with dark boughs enchain, o'er head and breast. 3160|The eagle on his neck his prey encathrels, 3160|And the wide sun o'er all the isle was spread. 3160|The herald thus address'd the monarch's train: 3160|"'O friends and brothers! whose the care of heaven, 3160|To whom ======================================== SAMPLE 9030 ======================================== 1279|The kirk is free to whig, and Tory; 1279|And he that's for it free is I: 1279|Free ye the birkie, and he 'll never be forgot: 1279|Our nation maun life and larke it still.] 1279|And he that's for it life and larke it yet, 1279|Let it be free to the noble and the just, 1279|And let the parson's name be dear to fame. 1279|But this is freedom in name only: 1279|The true heart bled that bled in Freedom's cause, 1279|If it could, would be free, in spirit: 1279|No care, no fear, no labour, no care, 1279|Can make her more divine than she, 1279|That gave us aye the sword and the word! 1279|Ye sons of Liberty, be yearers, and bearers, 1279|Breathe on--the banner of the Nation, lifting high 1279|The cause of Freedom--on to duty! 1279|Oh, hail!--the master, the priest, the sages, and all 1279|That in the cause of Freedom bear the peavenger; 1279|And may your page on glory's theme ever grow bright, 1279|Thro' time outlast its page on glory! 1279|'Twas, in the days of old, 1279|The sons of Scotland ruled the waves, 1279|And Boreas drove the deep blue snows; 1279|We held the earth their own: 1279|And when our land's deliv'ry grew dear, 1279|They took their islands home. 1279|Then, like the masters of the earth, 1279|They set their sails for freedom; 1279|And when they sought the stormy sea, 1279|We followed them with freedom. 1279|Now many a isle adorns the shore, 1279|And many a home is in the sea: 1279|But north, that 's the land most worthy fond fancy,-- 1279|A land made rich, and saved, and blest, 1279|By a ladsome, steady, brave Stuart! 1279|And now, the year's at prime, 1279|The hopes of Scotland are high: 1279|Our country's wealth, our wealth is spent, 1279|What matter? our kings are great! 1279|Then 'tis, my lord, your lordship's prayer 1279|Will now be borne on Ochtertyre. 1279|Ochtertyre! the battle-storm is rising, 1279|And the cannon's breathings dreadful raving; 1279|No, not for the lordship of Ross, 1279|But for their children's children's children! 1279|See, see the rolling thunder! 1279|It rains more freely now! 1279|Let Scotsmen at the danger rouse, 1279|And their masters be the heroes. 1279|Then 'twere well to take every spaniel, 1279|And every fool to pay his floggings; 1279|For the rich are no slaves of a stranger, 1279|And all good men would fear their dominions. 1279|Our king is poor: for a crown 1279|He wears an iron girdle, 1279|He has the sword of Alfred, 1279|He aye rides in the gilded motor-car: 1279|It may be that the wight is poor, 1279|But his face it is grim and grim; 1279|And he is by birth descended 1279|From mighty ancestors renown'd, 1279|The sturdy baron, the sturdy cavalier. 1279|But his heart it will beat high, 1279|And his eye will flash like crystal; 1279|For he bears the crown, and his lord, 1279|But a sceptred and scepted king 1279|He is lord of all that's mine; 1279|From birth and thought to birth and thought 1279|Of a brave old baron I see; 1279|The son, in sooth, of an hundred lords, 1279|A man for a lord was he, 1279|His heart's no doubt to be moved 1279|With the thought of a stout old baron, 1279|And his foot's no doubt to fly, 1279| ======================================== SAMPLE 9040 ======================================== 4010|Our nation-woe, as he who, without leave, 4010|Hath wrought a nation's ruin, and her fall. 4010|We'll meet and sorrow; yet how fit a time 4010|For sorrow, how leading hour for song! 4010|A time, when men by strength of minds all tamed, 4010|And souls by logic cleft, at last are grown; 4010|When to the right they set our country's fate, 4010|E'en at the cross the angels lift the cross; 4010|When no, no kings, but one great, one heartsome nation, 4010|One kindred, one in spirit united, 4010|One faith, one truth, one hope, one generous hand, 4010|In friendship like united lives for ever, 4010|Is held and cherished through our ages. If, 4010|While earth was young, no blighted fount of tears 4010|Began to quench the holy spring of years, 4010|Where'er they wandered, no unguents spread - 4010|While strife could stir an infant in his grave, 4010|So soon must the full blessings of mankind 4010|Be drunk and bled by same--when, o'er the whole, 4010|A stern and sterner crisis of experience 4010|Hath o'er us. This is our hour of strength; 4010|This is the season when we take our flight 4010|To where the glorious mountains of the North, 4010|The summits of the world, to which the morn 4010|Of all his stars must pass, shall yet arise, 4010|And, o'er his azure banner, point to heaven, 4010|As it has ever moved and still shall move, 4010|Where'er the sun's pale beam shall burn at will, 4010|And, all his golden fires in vain outshined, 4010|Shall dim the glare of heaven with starry raiment, 4010|The day have we, without it, beheld; 4010|The sun's low course, without a star, 4010|Through the calm heavens like an infant's play; 4010|And to the breast the mirthful glee, and glee, 4010|Of children, with the sunbeams gushing out, 4010|And that sweet child-life which doth so beguile 4010|The old, hard heart of youth, and drives us on, 4010|Saving the wealth it leaves behind it not 4010|With the sweet spoil it loses. 4010|Nor deem 4010|Nowhere to seek for the rarest gift of heaven, 4010|The grace of an unbroken love, a light 4010|That in the midst of darkness shines out bright; 4010|Nor the sweet sense 4010|Of childhood's love; 4010|Nor man's young hope, and hope so true, that we 4010|On life's broad open field, with willing step, 4010|Shall find our grave-arrayed sires again, 4010|And our young daughter, whose fair brows are green - 4010|All these, and more, were our fond desire, 4010|Yet we have heard that man can give no more, 4010|Without the sacrifice of true love, 4010|And we must seek our kindred first, our sires. 4010|Then with what tears! what sighing!" 4010|The restless lion tore his matted hair, 4010|And the deep-drawn blood that o'er his chest ran 4010|He gave; and loud the royal lion roared 4010|The more his nostrils roared and roared anew, 4010|As 'twere his hunger and his rage created 4010|Their fiercest and their wildest,--he, whose strength 4010|Yet ever grew at the fiercest's call, 4010|And now his teeth in fierce impatience grim 4010|Are savage, he might rend three thousand foes 4010|Before the cruel king, and re-create 4010|His proudest battle-tribe of foot and spear. 4010|But the lone bard who had not bent his knee 4010|To the rude, rough, savage prince of late, 4010|Who now no more, even in his soul, would bide 4010|A prey to man's fierce power, but, like a wave ======================================== SAMPLE 9050 ======================================== 1030|"Goes to the town in an old charger, 1030|And tells his mistress he is glad, 1030|And has found out the King of France." 1030|"And then their heads are hung, and they 1030|Run to the church, and ask if man is heir. 1030|And if not, then the house of God 1030|Cannot hold him, therefore let him be." 1030|"To come, and not to pay, 1030|Is a great maxim too; 1030|But I would be your friend, 1030|And not your foe, you see." 1030|"I must go, and not come here, 1030|Nor yet to come again; 1030|You'll see me at the bridge, and see me walk, 1030|And all be a mistake!" 1030|"I'd not change a mile 1030|For a whole season's space 1030|To go and not to meet 1030|A whole royal line of courtiers, 1030|In a day of dress like that." 1030|"O madam, if you be 1030|Your wedded man that you be, 1030|Come, then, and let me have 1030|A hundred marks a year. 1030|I'd never lose my life 1030|That wished for the King of France." 1030|"My lords are a proud man, 1030|And would have it so, 1030|If I could but come with him, 1030|And go without him; 1030|But to do as I would 1030|Is the law of the land." 1030|And then went madam. 1030|"Why must you go 1030|So lonely from your chamber?" 1030|"I am not lonely, mistress, 1030|But must go 1030|Away on horseback to-night, 1030|To see if I can find 1030|Where King Philip leads the way." 1030|"Come, come and see the place, 1030|And you'll see them all 1030|Stand in the court with swords and spears, 1030|And a hundred men in armour 1030|With the King of France. 1030|But you'll see them all go 1030|To church at the same time, 1030|Because of your bad sermon, 1030|And not for pay." 1030|"My lord, my lord, 1030|There are so few of us, 1030|That all must go to church. 1030|But I'll not go for pay, 1030|Or go till I am free 1030|In the Court-yard to await 1030|The death of my love." 1030|"I'll go back to my people, 1030|And say that you are dead, 1030|Since my lord the Duke was gone, 1030|And you had no right 1030|In King Philip's Court to stand. 1030|There's a hundred men in armour, 1030|Yet not a man 1030|In all his land to battle 1030|For one poor woman, 1030|But must go from blood; 1030|But you have slain both William 1030|And his wife, 1030|And you now must bring them here". 1030|"Well said, my lords." 1030|The King of France said, 1030|"My pardon, but I would have been 1030|Aghast 1030|Were I in the place of you all, 1030|And to be slain. 1030|For I have never seen 1030|So great a rash as you 1030|With swords and lances in your hand, 1030|That all my men should die. 1030|But we must stay there 1030|For one day more: 1030|And I will send me men to keep, 1030|That shall give you pay, 1030|If you come again I've fire for you". 1030|"I did but come 1030|Just to beg a penny, 1030|Since my lords will have it so, 1030|Though we've been dead". 1030|"And you must pay for your pains." 1030|"My lords, my lords, 1030|To my lord the Duke, 1030|Who shall give you no less pence". 1030| ======================================== SAMPLE 9060 ======================================== 1728|with a spear, or a long spear with a wreath,-- 1728|and many spears that were of the shape of owls, 1728|with a bright band round them, and bright for their color 1728|their boughs, to the spear they bent their backs, and the spear 1728|was thick and strong. Then they stretched themselves on the ground, 1728|but they had wounds on each of their arms from the clash 1728|of the spear and shield, and of the sword. 1728|'As we came upon them and saw their faces, with their eyes 1728|open and their eyelids open, and their thighs all 1728|striped, and their hair was shorn short, and all their 1728|body bare, and no good thing there was of them, but for 1728|woe and for desire of death, the people who first had 1728|come unto the hall of the stranger-guest, the swift 1728|foot Stridir, and he himself went up to meet me on my 1728|right hand; his own son Antiphates (for he is dear to 1728|Odysseus) bore about him and with him slew an many 1728|people, men and maimed oxen. And the daughter of Eurymachus, 1728|daughter of Polybus and in his wanderings, was there, in 1728|the guise of a maiden, and bore about her; howbeit it 1728|was not mine to see her, for I feared that the stranger 1728|guest of the gods might be so hateful to Odysseus. But 1728|when we had come here close up to the door, even as 1728|near as we were to the threshold of the doorpost, we found 1728|us lying with the cloak hanging over the shield of 1728|the strong man Odysseus, and the spears of the god above 1728|him. And we drew near to her, and her eyes were full of 1728|love and of tenderness and of sweet compassion,--that 1728|was the very likeness of a woman, when she is kindly 1728|wedded. Wherefore I and my company fell to plucking 1728|the flowers, and I, even I, fell on those of his son, who 1728|was come up with the other Greeks from Ismarus, from the 1728|city of Ilius, which is not far off, and of the people 1728|of Thryo the fair house, for so the stranger had commanded 1728|him. Here we all laid hold on him and laid hold of his 1728|neck, and we took him over us in all tenderness into his 1728|hall, and we set him his own clean table.' 1728|Then the blameless Antiphates said, 'Dear friend, since 1728|you will not let one of us come to the stranger to see 1728|him, though we both were guests at his banquet, if you can 1728|tell me truly all that the stranger is in the suitors' 1728|house, and all that he brings among the gifts of the god, for 1728|he has had all the best, and a great share. How often, 1728|Odysseus, did you find it in your heart to tell me all about 1728|him? Was he a man for whose love the wooers longed? Or did 1728|some one give him a mighty and well-fought war? Or was he, 1728|forsooth, a man whom the strong Teucrian folk had put to the 1728|swimmer's stroke? Or did some one else bear him, and lead him 1728|home in his ship, and give him a lord as his wife, and 1728|receive him as a master never to see his own land? 1728|Or was he the man who took a mighty war into the city, and 1728|got the prize of great wrong? Or did he come hither to 1728|find trouble from the Achaeans? And was he a man whom the 1728|strong Teucrian folk had put to the swimmer's straining? 1728|For there are some men of no little understanding, and a little 1728|of them have great wit; but there are others of a less 1728|good parturition, and are slow indeed to understand. 1728|And now it is no little thing for these men ======================================== SAMPLE 9070 ======================================== 37155|On the hillside with the dapple-green pine trees 37155|And the distant vesper bell. 37155|I like to wander over there, 37155|I like to think of the sweet old days, 37155|Of the singing winds and the song of birds 37155|And that merry band of children, 37155|As they say in another verse, 37155|That the hillside with the dapple-green pine trees 37155|And the distant vesper bell. 37155|When our children grow to man's estate, 37155|My spirit is with the man and wife, 37155|The children, whose love is as strong as wine, 37155|Of whom life is a poem-- 37155|Of the hillside with the dapple-green pine trees 37155|And the distant vesper bell. 37155|On sunny days the children climb the hill, 37155|The old trees bend above them proudly, 37155|While the wind is hushed, and the moonlight falls 37155|On the hillside with the dapple-green pine trees 37155|And the distant vesper bell. 37155|And then all the world seems to fade away; 37155|For the children wait them with their book; 37155|And to-morrow comes the white-cliffed town, 37155|And we meet in the welcome hall again, 37155|And the happy days of summer pass. 37155|Then the sun sinks in the eastern sky, 37155|And the dappled shadows of the clouds 37155|Tremble on the westering breeze; 37155|And the bells of Notre Dame ring merrily, 37155|With the chant of saints and holy days. 37155|And we meet in the welcome hall again, 37155|And the happy days of summer pass. 37155|All this has been my mountain temple 37155|For many years o'er many plains, 37155|And now it is my home and throne, 37155|Though not my heritage. I know 37155|The future, and that the days to be 37155|'Fore I or you were born are bright; 37155|I trust in God and the good days yet, 37155|And the happy days of summer pass. 37155|I have learned that the best of life-- 37155|The hillside with the pine trees, 37155|And God's love in the glad light of the moon, 37155|And sunshine of the summer-- 37155|Is the work of human hands, 37155|In wind and sun and shower. 37155|As you come over my hills 37155|From the lonely places and the paths of the West; 37155|As you come over my mountains of white, 37155|From the land of the mountain and its skies; 37155|As you come thro my forests of brown, 37155|With the sun in the lightest and the deepest shade; 37155|As you come up to my valleys of spruce, 37155|With the best of my lodges and the best of my den; 37155|As you come to my farms of wheat, 37155|With the best of the farms for pastures and meadows; 37155|As you come to my high grounds of cotton, 37155|With the best of my cedar and the best of my pine; 37155|As the birds of my country sing and call 37155|To the children of my woods and me. 37155|Then here's to you, my friends, 37155|Our sturdy friends, 37155|And the comrades dear 37155|Who share our plans; 37155|And the friends of old, 37155|And the comrades brave. 37155|The sun is up, and it is very pleasant day. 37155|It is pleasant out for a child such as I, 37155|But nothing so pleasant as walking with my friends. 37155|And the people I meet are smiling as they go, 37155|And happy I may be with my companions. 37155|The woods are full of the green leaves of the trees; 37155|The wind is up and the snow is in the plains; 37155|But happy and blest they all are at the door, 37155|When my friends come up to me and say that their house 37155|Has a welcome to me from my friends such as I. 37155|I do not hear the cries of the poor ======================================== SAMPLE 9080 ======================================== 1287|Then the maiden's soul grew purer in the night, 1287|Nor a thought-forger altered the dark blue eyes 1287|And the soft green bosom, and the gentle air. 1287|With such sweet power the nightingale awakes, 1287|And is wildered by the song; the moon is riven 1287|With one glance; the moonlight's softening influence 1287|Blows o'er the rose-red eyes. 1287|As by an unseen hand, the bride at last 1287|The bridal bed of Nausicaä was made! 1287|Now the day of bondage is at hand; the light 1287|Of the bright sun is waning; all the air 1287|Is covered with clouds; the night-hawk, howls the hour of day. 1287|For, by daybreak 'twas thus that the fair bride 1287|Was brought to be wedded to the knight. O Love, 1287|How many a deep, long and joyous vow! 1287|How many a happy oath, how many a vow 1287|Of mutual love and faith! O Love, how oft 1287|Have I broken that vow by tempest's force 1287|Or by deceitful women's charms! O Love, 1287|Have I given my heart to one who shall bear 1287|My honour and glory no more! O Love, 1287|Do I pay, do I give my heart to one 1287|Whose soul is not my soul's! If thou wilt hear 1287|My vows, my love, then kiss me, kiss them, kiss me, kiss! 1287|Then kiss me once more, O maiden, kiss me. 1287|As then before you kneeled, so now before you 1287|I offer my heart, my life, my life's-blood. 1287|O, how I love you so! O, how I love you so! 1287|From this your love thou namest new-days, new-days, 1287|New-days with all their fancies, with all their dreams 1287|And new-married love-dreams. Now, ere you sleep, 1287|I'll kiss you, kiss you, kiss you, kiss you so! 1287|As now I love you so! O, how I love you so! 1287|For me I've set the new-married vow, 1287|I'll kiss you, kiss you, kiss you, kiss you so! 1287|The fair maid loved by the sun is fair, 1287|But far too dear for me, whom they say 1287|She can never be and she cannot love? 1287|The fair maid has I loved,--and I have loved,-- 1287|But I could never love until this hour. 1287|The fair maid's eyes, the eyes the dears we see, 1287|The kisses they make on the lips,--why these?-- 1287|These are the old loves, and if she's not mine, 1287|Then who could love fair maids and Ifair ones! 1287|"Thou, O youth, returnest, returnest!" 1287|I spoke and she heard not, and we stood 1287|Beside the lake shore. Then we began 1287|To drive the carriage, and with ardor 1287|To drive it slowly, boldly onward 1287|So that a sound, a sound we heard,-- 1287|A little breeze blowing by, 1287|Was all it made of fair. 1287|The fair maid was singing as before, 1287|And her sweet voice was at last made 1287|Resounding in answer, blithely! 1287|But the wind arose in fury, 1287|And howl'd the wind to hear me not! 1287|The fair maid sang as before, 1287|So we drove through the clear sky! 1287|At length as we drove through the lake, 1287|The fair maid's eyes were fixed on the sky! 1287|O then we heard the swift roar on the lake, 1287|And the strong waves were uprose, 1287|And suddenly we stopped in fear. 1287|But the loud wind its fury fled 1287|As the girl's lips on my mouth grew warmer! 1287|"O thou shall live, thou shall live there!" 1287|I said as I ======================================== SAMPLE 9090 ======================================== 2863|And the sun's going down, and the grey's getting grey, 2863|And the birds are getting fidgety, 2863|And the clouds are getting sallow, 2863|And he'll see you as he passes. 2863|And you will not raise yourself up 2863|To answer with 'Amen!' 2863|So go on to your end: 2863|My hand aye is aching 2863|For your faithful heart; 2863|And I do think that no one ever could say otherwise 2863|Than that he's a fool for ever. 2863|I've met, and shook hands, 2863|With the worst guys 2863|In the business: 2863|And, when everything 2863|Was blarney, 2863|I'll tell you, 2863|I've met with the worst, 2863|But--still-- 2863|I've met with the best. 2863|I think, though, that for all our pride 2863|We must rank ourselves too low 2863|Compared with the good men of earth, 2863|And God's chosen men. 2863|For they walk the earth, as boys used to tell 2863|Before they knew about calculus; 2863|They study with great care 2863|On the works of Nature or art 2863|Are as good as those who study Latin. 2863|And when at last they die, 2863|Their ashes go by 2863|With the others. And one says 2863|(The children having seen the truth) 2863|'If the book you gave us could prove so good, 2863|Who would you be?' 2863|The others say, 'the one who wrote it - 2863|But the children having read the book 2863|They find that this is just what he said.' 2863|But the children sigh, and say, 'The book 2863|Is never out of print, 2863|And we'd like to know why, when we're grown, 2863|Why would you do this thing?' 2863|The book is out of print. What then? 2863|We'd like to know why they gave it to us. 2863|And, when they're grown, and able to guess, 2863|Sometimes we seem confused by their answers. 2863|But they don't answer all their questions. 2863|Sometimes we seem to understand 2863|That a book that we've bought for a joke 2863|Is a thing that will hurt our souls 2863|If we read about it all, 2863|and we'll not know why, when we've grown 2863|And learned to read from them! 2863|He that can give a good account 2863|Of his virtues, and his faults unread 2863|Shall hold high station in Heaven, 2863|And still breathe safe in death. 2863|He that cannot write, and cannot think, 2863|Shall, on the day of reckoning, 2863|See his reward on the morrow 2863|Set down unwitnessed. 2863|He that is always working, 2863|But is never calling home, - 2863|But, with little time for play, 2863|Is a dullard in Heaven. 2863|But he that is always playing 2863|And is always coming home, - 2863|As a mourner weeping, 2863|Is the lord of earth, 2863|Or a master! Who shall tell? 2863|But he that can give 2863|The best account of his vices, 2863|Shall be chosen to bear 2863|The worst account of his virtues; 2863|And so good-night. Farewell! 2863|"The end is coming -- 2863|I, that know not when; 2863|And, though now, to-day 2863|I feel myself coming, 2863|In the morning, 2863|In the evening, 2863|As the wind that follows. 2863|O time for doing, 2863|Not for saying 2863|How much I miss 2863|What I had, 2863|Or what I loved... 2863|I know not why, 2863|But 't is so, 2863|As a friend said. 2863|I know not yet ======================================== SAMPLE 9100 ======================================== 22229|The heart of him, how it has grown 22229|Since first I saw him last, 22229|And it is not the kind 22229|To which it ever spoke! 22229|Now if no other cares 22229|Disturb my spirit, no! 22229|All else to me has flown, 22229|And from my life's disgrace 22229|No grief can come to pass. 22229|'Tis thus my life goes on, 22229|And thus my love grows dim, 22229|But though each day is dark 22229|As far away from light, 22229|I know we've more to love, 22229|Though dark each day may be, 22229|Than days and weeks gone by; 22229|They live in me still, though past 22229|They surely will return. 22229|All things are linked with love, 22229|But none with life more closely, 22229|Nor sense more tenderly, 22229|Than is the bond between 22229|The eyes and soul, and love 22229|And memory, each the other, 22229|That, like an arrow from a bow, 22229|Comes to the very breath, 22229|And lives forevermore. 22229|The night was dark, the stars were out, 22229|And the road was dark, and the stars were out 22229|The night that I spent on that sad night. 22229|The stars were on the hills to glare, 22229|But the road that ran in the moonlight pale 22229|Was dim with the shadow of terror. 22229|I did not see the path, I did not hear 22229|The whispers of the hills afar, 22229|For as I walked I heard the crash and roar 22229|Of the sea-breeze on the rocks afar. 22229|The lights, though not far off by far, 22229|Had not yet ceased from flashing round me, 22229|And my eyes still watched the far-off lights, 22229|And my heart, though unawakened, knew 22229|That the dark path, though not straight, was steep, 22229|And I would slip not through the darkness there 22229|For many a weary moment. 22229|The stars were on the hills to glare, 22229|But the road to me that I did not know 22229|Was but a path I knew, and I knew 22229|That I'd come to my end, and I knew 22229|That this life was dark and sad and lone, 22229|But I could not tell for sure 22229|If I could die or not, yet I knew 22229|That I should never find rest again, 22229|That soon my spirit must wander far 22229|In the land of dread and sorrow, 22229|But that the heart would beat as it should beat 22229|When I was far from it! 22229|The night was dark, the moon was low, 22229|And the hills all night had shone with crimson light 22229|As the night shone and the stars glittered bright 22229|But the moon was dim. 22229|Then the deep-blue eyes of the moon, 22229|And her face grew white as the morning gray, 22229|And the stars and stars grew dimmer still, 22229|And I gazed as they glared on the far-off hills, 22229|That the shadows were dark, 22229|And I only thought of my own life's woes, 22229|And I spoke as I thought, and I only said, 22229|"O my heart, I do not know 22229|If the life here is true or false, 22229|Or only shadowed in error's night." 22229|But the hills stood still, and the moon came down 22229|On the deep-blue, darkening world with all her gold, 22229|And the earth grew gray and white 22229|While her glory shone. 22229|And the night, 'neath the moon's pale beam, 22229|And the hills, and the deep-blue, darken'd land, 22229|And the stars, a lightening throng, 22229|Were all seen with a sudden gleam 22229|That was strange and new. 22229|Then I whispered, "Let there be a rule 22229|To set my spirit free"--but my tongue ======================================== SAMPLE 9110 ======================================== 19385|That he is so beloved of the fay, &c. 19385|We hope, aye we we entreat, 19385|That he wi' us may survive, 19385|And that the mair we see, 19385|The merrier for each sigh; 19385|For the heart o' my Mary dear, 19385|And the heart o' my bonnie May, 19385|And the glad warmer the while 19385|The tearfu' eye you ca' 19385|Has glowered o'er thy fate. 19385|The paps wi' magic o' flame 19385|May deck thy form sae bright, 19385|And sweetly the lark shall hear, 19385|And gladden the night. 19385|And oh! if the morning ray 19385|That burns on ilka part, 19385|Should pierce the crimson glow, 19385|In life's new early morn, 19385|May mists wi' magic cloud 19385|The roving sun awa'; 19385|And the lave o' their eyes shall fa', 19385|Till on your bosom be shed 19385|The rose-bud, the daisy, and the flower, 19385|Wi' the lave o' your heart. 19385|And, bonnie wee thingie, when the night is gane, 19385|And I sit at my combe, 19385|Sitting sae still and sweet, 19385|My heart's bonnie wee thingie, 19385|Oh, I would be wi' thee! 19385|My combe's a burning flame, 19385|And a' the lave is mine, 19385|The tear and the sigh that I make 19385|Is dearest a' to me. 19385|And for thee sake and thee, 19385|In grief and in glee, 19385|My combe flame is flinging; 19385|Oh, that I had a' my dues! 19385|It gars you weel to see 19385|Your gentle heart saegh, 19385|But, ere you come frae me, 19385|A mind atween us twa, 19385|Come we'll talk o' love, 19385|And aiblins twa 19385|That'll make yon fire glow, 19385|Our wee deckings o' green gouden sae braw. 19385|And where the ivy creeps, 19385|And where the hawthorn weeps, 19385|And where the rose and lily smiles sae sweet, 19385|In garden or in lane 19385|We'll hymn the angels' song, 19385|That will sae bonnie braw, 19385|When we come hame to our wee bughame. 19385|A' the lave I watched to see you there, 19385|But never a soul could see, 19385|And sae your bonnie self was there 19385|Nor e'er a soul could see; 19385|There was nae hope, or fancy, or hope; 19385|Oh! there was nae hope; 19385|But in the dusky gloamin' hour 19385|And in the gloamin' hour 19385|Sae lonely and dear was you, 19385|Sae bonnie and true was you, 19385|Sae pure was you, sae sae sae. 19385|Oh! there were sae many a face and face, 19385|With lips sae sweet and smiles sae sae, 19385|And sae mair were sae lang since then; 19385|There never was a face. 19385|Yet weel I mind the dusky night 19385|And the gloamin' hour 19385|When sae wistful I stood in the light, 19385|Yet you were afar, far awa; 19385|And sae wi' us I'll ever ha'e thae 19385|The lave o' my wee boddhi'liest boy, 19385|And I'm thy bonnie little dawtie 19385|Till my wee is a', tae, ance. 19385|Now a' the lave that I had been 19385|I noo gae to your bonnie boddhi'liest, 19385|And here ======================================== SAMPLE 9120 ======================================== 17270|And for to say to folks that came to you at you, 17270|That you were the same as she you were when she was married, 17270|I will not say you were in a better state. 17270|But then, as I said, I do admire your beauty, 17270|And your grace and your beauty and your wit, 17270|I will let out my heart and say alow: 17270|It is now time for me to have a reason for weeping. 17270|For my last sorrow then was mine, and mine only, 17270|Whilst you did so abound, that it was very sad 17270|And most oppressive to be in a sorry case. 17270|Now I will reason as I have a right, 17270|And to set at defiance unto all men, 17270|That my sad example hath set at large, 17270|And I wyll therefore leave it, though it be late. 17270|Wherefore I think I shall put out my tongue, 17270|Till another to sing it takes his stand at home. 17270|I would not be late, for to be let alone 17270|Is cause only of grieve and much contention, 17270|For now is the time when all should be at home, 17270|And I shall be left behind, for to sup 17270|If I must tarry, I will bide at home still, 17270|Till a man that has sorrowed well may know 17270|There is a place in all our ills to remain, 17270|Where he may eat and sleep he is wont to stay, 17270|And if I have borne the pains for that, 17270|Till I get the refreshment and the food. 17270|This I suppose for you to say, 17270|That you and me there shall be no quarrel, 17270|But that I shall aye endure your sorrow, 17270|Though I am late in coming at your bower. 17270|For it is well, my self, that you should know this, 17270|As you do well that I do know, 17270|That no trouble shall come between us, 17270|If in every thing I behave well. 17270|And you know, my brother, that I am at your 17270|Service from the first, 17270|Till my days are come at the end of May, 17270|Thus I may say in my straite years, 17270|That no sorrow you shall encounter or cause, 17270|But I hope in your service to abound. 17270|Therefore I say, be not too anxious 17270|To keep me here at a distance, 17270|For I wish my song to be heard, 17270|And your grace to give that I may be heard. 17270|But it will not be hard for me, 17270|If I play this instrument well, 17270|And shall do all things without fail, 17270|Thus will I sing all day long, 17270|Till my labour of love is finished, 17270|And the time pass over, 17270|Thence may I return again 17270|To your place, and the good company. 17270|For you know that I am well content 17270|Though I must leave you hence away, 17270|And that I am like a little child 17270|That has gone a long way already, 17270|And that I should be contented then 17270|Unless my sire did like so early leave 17270|Me with a brother or another son. 17270|For the man's will to live and to prosper 17270|Is ne'er too hard a matter to explain, 17270|But a great man in power must be a hardy 17270|And a worthy old man, 17270|Whom men would call a prince. 17270|His is the heart, that knows not rest, 17270|Which the sad people call the grave, 17270|But to him are friends and kindred dear; 17270|Whom he governs for good or ill, 17270|But no man ever knows, 17270|Of all his riches no one knows 17270|The amount he has. 17270|To a great man it cannot hold, 17270|For his life hangs on one whim, 17270|His fortune and his state must fall, 17270|And so the king shall fail of his right, 17270|If ======================================== SAMPLE 9130 ======================================== 42034|As the long clouds roll, and the dark night goes; 42034|And now the stars rise, and now the sun goes 42034|Down through my darkened room. 42034|For years, we were poor folk, we two, our bread earned 42034|'Neath the mould of a ruined roof; 42034|And though your hand was weak in the old days 42034|God gave us a home in the land 42034|That was your father's when he came to lead 42034|His children by the hand. 42034|You were at home, not a soul heeded 42034|As we were the lone and weary. 42034|All day long you kept your lonely path, 42034|From our cottage that's now a house, 42034|You made a shelter for the lonely, 42034|But never your hands raised an eye; 42034|For we would not even lift the latch, 42034|But you left us to sleep in the cold, 42034|And we slept on until the day 42034|You came back and bore the toil away 42034|With a glad face, and a smile, and a song, 42034|Till we heard the night wind blow. 42034|We would not open our door to you, 42034|But we made you welcome once, dear, 42034|You were our father, I your child, 42034|And our eyes grew fond. 42034|We always knew what was yours and mine, 42034|And now you are very near; 42034|For we thank you for the little comforts 42034|In a father's love of the olden years; 42034|For a mother's love of the dim and golden 42034|Days that never can return to the olden days. 42034|We thank you for the little comforts, 42034|And for all of them we have seen; 42034|The sun upon the hills and the rain upon the wheat; 42034|The laughter of children and of glad glad gladness of birds; 42034|All that is gone, the glory of those days, all that's left save 42034|The love for each and for all. 42034|For you are in our hand--we too thank him-- 42034|With a trust that you will look out for us, not as now you did, 42034|But guard us all, and guard us from harm; 42034|Lest we should lose our way, forgetful of the old days, 42034|All that's left, the glory of those days, the dear dear old joys. 42034|The night is dark with stars, 42034|The stars are on the height, 42034|The sky is dark with stars, 42034|And the stars are on the height. 42034|The darkness has gathered round his head, 42034|The night gathers round his eyes, 42034|His soul is all in shadow, as in sleep, 42034|We can only guess at what he means. 42034|The light is gone, the heart is crushed, 42034|The hand is heavy and slack, 42034|The long lost voice calls in the dark, 42034|And the feet drift and trail in the night. 42034|Oh, sad and dark, as for the dead, 42034|With the darkness crowding round his mouth; 42034|Oh, sad that we must weep, and must weep, 42034|And cry out at the last, "Good-bye!" 42034|"Why do you seek this night, 42034|And not the daylight, when you may have time 42034|To look at me again? 42034|I do not seem to seek it, yet, 42034|To me your form is lovelier now 42034|Than when it touched my eyes." 42034|The darkness has gathered round his head, 42034|The darkness gathers round his eyes; 42034|His soul is all in shadow, as in sleep, 42034|We can only guess at what he means. 42034|You are not dead! Dear heart, be still! 42034|I know the darkness will be there, 42034|And that you'll walk, while I am sleeping, 42034|Down the streets I know. 42034|It will be dark when I am dead; 42034|But you will still be with me here 42034|Till I come back to you, 42034|And in the ======================================== SAMPLE 9140 ======================================== 25953|And the land which I have to traverse. 25953|"I have to travel to the south, 25953|Through the country of the blacksmith, 25953|And to thee, O father, search elsewhere, 25953|But I will not go all naked, 25953|Nor will pass beneath a rafter, 25953|If a good arm shall prop me up, 25953|From the forge's mouth I can help you, 25953|From thy forge, O thou mighty smithling. 25953|"I am of little age, indeed; 25953|I am just a helpless orphan, 25953|And my mother will not give me 25953|Firm and lasting counsels, good advice, 25953|So that I may advance before 25953|By my grandfather's lands to glory. 25953|"I will wander by a pond's side, 25953|Sitting on a reed upon it; 25953|Here shall I seek the heron's plumage, 25953|And I'll sing the song of beauty. 25953|"Now there is a grassy hillock, 25953|And upon the hillock sows the 25953|Peafruit abundantly every year, 25953|And of silver also sheaf she bundles, 25953|Which she brings when she would plough the field. 25953|"Now another hillock she has, 25953|And a little hillock sows the 25953|Peafruit all itself likewise, 25953|All, a single crop of pea the whole year, 25953|But the time she sheaves the whole year. 25953|"I shall reap the field, indeed, 25953|From a field of all the best sheaf sheaves, 25953|And the fields of wheat, and barley, 25953|And of rye the best of cover sheaves; 25953|Yet a single crop of pea the whole year, 25953|But the time sheaps the whole year." 25953|Thereupon the shepherd said in this wise: 25953|"Be thy speech, O thou child of Kragsted, 25953|Thou shalt never reach beyond the summer, 25953|Nor beyond all the summers fill thine arms; 25953|Neither shalt thou be able 25953|As now reached to go through the winter, 25953|When the earth was bare at any time, 25953|To lay thyself to rest 'neath the black reed 25953|'Neath the bark of the red pine tree. 25953|"Then thou shalt grow strong as a bear, 25953|And shalt have the strength of fifty, 25953|And shalt pass the frost and the freezing, 25953|Through the fires of the raging north-wind, 25953|And the burning heat of the summer's day, 25953|And the boiling, in the summertime; 25953|And a long life will be thy portion, 25953|And thou shalt live in the land of Pohja, 25953|In the great land of Skograva, 25953|"And when thou hast lived and grown old, 25953|Or when thou hast turned into old, 25953|Thou shalt die at least three months later, 25953|And another time thy spirit 25953|Shall be caught, and brought to Nirvana, 25953|There shall find the home of the Sun-king, 25953|In his mansion of blue sapphire, 25953|And shalt find there the Sun-child, 25953|There where the greatest number sit. 25953|"And the fifth of the sun-children 25953|Seest thou now, and she, the sixth, 25953|And thou, O Sun-child, the seventh, 25953|With the golden bow in her hands? 25953|And what a beauty they are, 25953|In their raiment, their caps, their veils! 25953|Be the fairest child of Pohja, 25953|And the fairest child of Pohja! 25953|"Now the youth, O mighty hero, 25953|Hast the shelt'ring castle won, 25953|Heaven is on thy head and shoulders, 25953|Heaven is on thy shoulders, bright. 25953|There is also the mighty home-town, 25953|And the ancient home of Sariola, 25953|And the ancient home of Sariola. 25953|" ======================================== SAMPLE 9150 ======================================== 1471|That make life's work a sin 1471|That is so heavy to bear. 1471|And when she sings, and takes her throne, 1471|In its long day and its great night, 1471|It is as though men said, "This be 1471|The whole of the poet's day." 1471|For her, I think her night should be 1471|When she turns from her starry sky 1471|And feels her earthy hand in mine 1471|And says, "What would you have, O Lord?" 1471|And says, "Could you have kept him near, 1471|What do you give me for my wine?" 1471|Well, if she had, there'd be drouth 1471|Between her and that starry sky. 1471|For she hath brought this soul to earth, 1471|I think, to be her lover now,-- 1471|This lover of her starry sky. 1471|And let us not deny, if so it seem us, 1471|The gift of soul, the god-like seat, the throne, 1471|The great eyes, the face of a woman, 1471|For which she hath been sent hither. 1471|But still, even so, I stand and say 1471|That not for a star's worth, a speck's worth, 1471|She hath my manhood,--that she has 1471|His whole life's love and mine. 1471|And yet, if once she turn, 1471|What do you think I give her, father,-- 1471|That all for her?--who does live 1471|And find a star may well be 1471|All that a woman yet shall be 1471|In our life's prime. 1471|For if she have her star within, 1471|Is not her soul a woman's spirit too 1471|To be received and received, 1471|And have we that star too, 1471|And be the woman who is grown 1471|To be her life's lord? 1471|No--love us not, father, no! 1471|We can give no better gift-- 1471|Love's own star, that whirls the soul 1471|In the whole body up and round! 1471|Yea, all things yield to that one word 1471|Whose eyes behold us, love, and the rest: 1471|But for that one word I dare not lift, 1471|If the star of love be not so bright, 1471|If my soul, so long so proud, 1471|Be not so strong, since, in the face of reason, 1471|A woman's love, the star of all her soul, 1471|Was never seen. 1471|How vain were her lips' great singing, 1471|How vain were the stars that over her shone! 1471|How vain was the light of her eyes' deep eyes 1471|To the moon's cold light, to that dim starry sky,-- 1471|A woman's love, the moon, the stars, and God! 1471|Why do you come here, sweet Love, 1471|The night is cold and clear, 1471|The birds are gone to bed; 1471|Go, kiss me and be glad 1471|When the sweet dawn is shown. 1471|It brings the light-foot blossoms, 1471|It brings the sunbeams bright; 1471|I look to see, and grieve to see, 1471|Your face so fair and young. 1471|Kiss me and be glad;--but first kiss me 1471|Ere the sweet morrow's gane; 1471|Kiss me and be glad, 1471|Kiss me and be glad, 1471|Kiss me and be glad. 1471|Oh! my boy, my Boy, 1471|Ah me! what is become of thee, 1471|And what ails thy mother's eyes? 1471|Nay, nay, 'tis time to go; 1471|My heart is in the lurch, 1471|My hair is all a-shining, 1471|My heart beats high in me. 1471|Kiss me and be glad; 1471|And then away we'll speed, 1471|For so I 'm come to the lodge,-- 1471 ======================================== SAMPLE 9160 ======================================== 30357|But there came a knight on his steed, 30357|And took him prisoner; 30357|The bold Stuarts have their hearts set on 30357|To free him from his chains; 30357|And now no more, for liberty, 30357|To live or sail, 30357|He is the greatest lord on earth 30357|From the Kingdomes of the air. 30357|And thus the gallant knight made trial 30357|Of the force of his foe: 30357|He had no cause, he could not, 30357|'Signed him guilty; 30357|He would fain be of their train; 30357|But 'twas too late for that, 30357|For the King of Heaven had sworn him, 30357|They should have him: so they did. 30357|But when they brought the prisoner in, 30357|They found him a prisoner, 30357|He is grown great and strong 30357|And now he wends his way 30357|To the great and spacious hall 30357|Of the Kingdomes of the air, 30357|Full fifty castles high! 30357|There he toilth with his fetters, 30357|His fetters do grow light, 30357|And every little finger 30357|Pleased on his chains he lays. 30357|He doth to these castles come 30357|For to defend the rights 30357|From the coming of usurping 30357|Proud lords of England free. 30357|But there too is a danger, 30357|For the King of Heaven has sworn 30357|In the courts of these high places, 30357|To give all liberties lost 30357|To the puissant prince of Norway: 30357|They shall loose him in time. 30357|But the King of Norway being slain, 30357|And the North of Norway ruled 30357|By a man, that is now a king, 30357|Their king hath granted again 30357|In his kingdome bowers, 30357|Rulant and safe to be hold 30357|In the kingdom of Norway. 30357|There are other Puns, that sing 30357|As the nightingales do sing 30357|In the shady forests hollow, 30357|And the banks and brae 30357|Of the brook Shalotte. 30357|There are many, and many more, 30357|As I can tell by the number, 30357|Who have taken their names 30357|From the larks, and the wings 30357|Of the angels that sing. 30357|I am sure they have a song 30357|That by turns in sudden change 30357|Can with different notes 30357|Accord with each separate thought 30357|Of the various creatures that live, 30357|And with all creatures that are made; 30357|And the name may vary much 30357|From the bird to the swallow, 30357|In the blue sky to the earth, 30357|In the river to the speck, 30357|In the hunter to the prey; 30357|Which being so, the name 30357|Of such as have that grace 30357|Must not by any meant be given; 30357|And as my rhymes be not set free 30357|From those impediments 30357|That often repel 30357|Churning rhymes, that will not sound 30357|Like religious psalms, 30357|Or holy hymns; but I hope 30357|To find my psalms in your hearing, 30357|Which may at least in part afford 30357|A rational and Christian call to heaven. 30357|For I will not in any way presume 30357|To insinuate against your name, nor 30357|To make you out more fit for heaven 30357|Than I am, or your merit or worth, 30357|Or any one good thing there is. 30357|I will but say that, since you are minded 30357|To go at once from verse to scripture, 30357|Or else like Icarus lay your life, 30357|You may expect a miracle, 30357|Or else some sign from God, 30357|Of which we cannot vainly make. 30357|But as you are a chosen messenger 30357|Of some great mystery, 30357|Whose being will be ======================================== SAMPLE 9170 ======================================== 30332|With such a mighty hand as wrought it all, 30332|His strength it seemed might seem a thing of nought 30332|Touched by this fame in any wise to glow; 30332|Yet now he knew indeed it was the same 30332|And, as a man in strange mischance might fall, 30332|He was but half-disheartened in his woe; 30332|But still in his bright eyes there could there be 30332|No light of pride, but all a troubled care 30332|So bitter that in her bright eyes seemed it, 30332|As by the wind in autumn, still the beam 30332|Of the red heart of the maiden was seen 30332|Grow fainter as the summer went to sleep. 30332|So like a man a sudden sorrow came 30332|Within her eyes, and though she had not said 30332|The words the hand must use, her face grew pale, 30332|While that she could not speak none there was seen 30332|Who might the meaning of her meaning tell. 30332|But loath she was of words, and loath of speech, 30332|So that with one voice she might not try 30332|And tell of all the grief that made her stay. 30332|But as she went to leave, 'twas as she thought 30332|That they who on such great sorrow wait for span 30332|Should fail of love and all the rest by chance 30332|Which makes men's hearts for ever calm as ice 30332|Be kinder, as therewith new happiness. 30332|But as she came through door a little nigh 30332|Her mother turned to see what she should do 30332|To ease her mother's troubled mind awhile; 30332|And on her mother's head there fell a load, 30332|And she was now alone as when she came 30332|Into the little room, and though the place 30332|Sheld her mother's face, she seemed to turn aside, 30332|As if she deemed still more and more the dream 30332|Of her she left at sunset had come back, 30332|Until at last a sad despair she felt 30332|Within her, and the stillness of the place 30332|Grew stillier with the day-darkening sky 30332|Until at last she did the little thing 30332|That had a touch of grief to it to-day. 30332|"I should have had you, mother," the young man said; 30332|"But when I sent for you, my sorrow came 30332|Out of your heart with you, but your heart 30332|Could not have thought of it, you being dead, 30332|But I who had no share in it, cannot do-- 30332|Because I love you, as I cannot do." 30332|"Ah! why is this then then, my son?" she cried, 30332|"Why do you not love me, as I, indeed, 30332|Must love you?" 30332|"Now, what if you loved me," she answered him; 30332|"My heart can take no love till I am dead, 30332|And though I know a life may come to me 30332|Without my knowing, still I have this power 30332|To love as men who love, indeed, but hide 30332|Within a heart unknown this gladness too. 30332|Ah, you love me, now you know me dead! 30332|And yet, when you came home, and all was still, 30332|You said you might not go, because you knew 30332|Your mother was a poor poor mother." 30332|"Nay, mother, dear, I love her," the young man said-- 30332|"This love that you have for one who loves you 30332|Must be your other love beyond the power 30332|To say and speak, and not the love indeed 30332|Which love and life is, but some other thing, 30332|Since love will love no other but I do; 30332|I love her well enough, now she is gone." 30332|"Ah, then in heaven, indeed, she did love you; 30332|But heaven and hell, the bitter woe, the pain, 30332|I have seen, how can we love in heaven?" 30332|"No, though we loved as other men, we did not 30332|See through the veil of death ======================================== SAMPLE 9180 ======================================== 1030|Tho' that I hae been a' the same; 1030|The world is fairer than I had thought. 1030|I think I see a thousand fatt'ning pies, 1030|And lasses, with their plump-a-bede; 1030|For lasses, and pies, and fatt'ning pies, 1030|With their full larders, ha'e their share. 1030|In time of warl's or fair-fou, 1030|The world has been my enemy, 1030|For every human creature 1030|Has borne his yelping-caw; 1030|But now the world has been my friend, 1030|And now before me hew 1030|A lass, a lass, a lass again. 1030|"The world is gone with the dead, 1030|A-hunting-crafting round the bush, 1030|And if they 're not found here 1030|At least they'll raif't for all." 1030|"Tho' your face look litten pale, 1030|And your hair is all hanging grey, 1030|You have ne'er a-look'd at a day, 1030|Nor a day so comely morn." 1030|"A day of a day we shall go down, 1030|And see some men that were there, 1030|Whose feet were never away, 1030|Or a minnow at their heels." 1030|"And I'll look the town over 1030|Till I find your lost-ward stitched; 1030|Where, all round the square, 1030|Heap'd up like a pumpkin-sprout 1030|The corn was, all over-full." 1030|"And then, we'll see where we are; 1030|'T would please you much to come back, 1030|Your father's house that is in Kent. 1030|You would find the garden door 1030|Shut and bolted, that you'd never do." 1030|"And I am going back again, 1030|And if you want me to go, 1030|Follow me! I 'll come to yonder gate." 1030|"I never came to yonder gate 1030|After a day and a night; 1030|I 'll come to yonder garden-door 1030|As soon as it is arched and shut." 1030|A lass, a lass, a lass again, 1030|The Corn is a-bloomin', the corn is a-bloomin'. 1030|"And if they 're not found here, 1030|A-hunting around the bush, 1030|And if they 're not found here, 1030|A-hunting round the bush, 1030|I 'm sure they 'll ha'e been seen! 1030|We 'll go to town in our gowns, 1030|And if found we 'll say "I smell!" 1030|And if found we 'll say "I do!" 1030|And I 'll come in with you! 1030|I 'll come in with you! 1030|We 'll go to town in our gowns, 1030|And if found we 'll say, "I love!" 1030|And if found we 'll say "I go!" 1030|And if found we 'll let them away! 1030|And if found we 'll let them away! 1030|They will have it if they went in with us; 1030|But we shall be left in the cold. 1030|What 's that, a lassie? Why you ask? 1030|It means we 're all in the cold. 1030|Come, now, for our father has a house, 1030|The most pretty he ever did see: 1030|The vera bonnet'd, gilded beau, 1030|To make it look a mile or twa; 1030|And there's my lady, so bonny, 1030|That you 'll like her, so bonny: 1030|Come, put it in your head 1030|To put it in a coat, 1030|And come with your hat on; 1030|To give her a good old gill, 1030|But I ======================================== SAMPLE 9190 ======================================== 1280|The wind blew a wind from the east, a mighty wind that blew 1280|And tossed the clouds. 1280|And there was a roar of wind upon the ships and on the shore; 1280|The people and ships in the portyarzed together. 1280|And when I thought of the ships that were in the bay, my head was 1280|cored. 1280|I stood on the sidewalk and heard the wind upon the waters, 1280|And thought of my friend, the poet, the poet I stood by: 1280|And I thought of the ship that came to die, and the death-watch 1280|The boats that were standing at anchor in the harbor of Newbury. 1280|And I saw my old friend, the poet, the poet that stood beside me, 1280|He was in his boat, a good white-washed wooden vessel anchored off a 1280|surd." 1280|And he asked me, "You want to be a poet, and are reading me as 1280|me. Do you come of the same race as me, or do you belong 1280|either to another place?" 1280|And I said, "My master and I were students--the same house--in 1280|Newbury." 1280|And next word he spoke was, "I go to Harvard in the fall. 1280|And to be to the fore of the world in literature is the 1280|promise that I promise, to-night and forever." 1280|I looked out of the window and saw that at the opposite end of 1280|the street from the house as old as the city, stood the large 1280|arch, gaunt, and stately pillars of the old chapel. 1280|And I said: "You have seen me in your boat. A friend, a 1280|friend with the hand of mercy. But I said, "Where is my comrade 1280|of the sea? And you said, "Where is your brother, sonnambula?" 1280|I answered him: "The great priest comes to-night and we two will 1280|go to him." 1280|And I said to my friend, "My friend, let me tell you. I am going 1280|to be a poet--to be immortal." 1280|And he said, "Go to him. We both are going to him." 1280|Then the old priest rose and called the angels and asked them to be 1280|near you: 1280|"What is the meaning of this moment? Where does it go?" 1280|And the angels came. 1280|Then I said "It is my fate. It has been my fate for an 1280|immortality. For an immortality, it is given. I went 1280|on a pilgrim's path. This is the light of my path." 1280|The good priest turned to me: 1280|"This is the glory of the world. This is the glory of my 1280|own spirit. And the whole world," and he went away. 1280|Then the good priest came back to me and said, "Follow your soul's 1280|will. I have been going on a journey. And you are going on a 1280|whole, eternal journey-- 1280|The great pilgrim's boat--the mystic boat, the ship, 1280|the pilgrim's bus--the mystic vessel. 1280|It is the hour of miracles in many countries. In 1280|the United States two of the great miracles happen at 1280|once. 1280|One is the revival of Christianity. Two are more ancient. And 1280|both of them are of the light of revelation. 1280|These two are great miracles that are happening at the same 1280|time. 1280|And the miracle of miracles is happening in the world. 1280|It is happening in England. And the miracle of miracles 1280|is happening in France. 1280|And it is happening in Germany and Italy. 1280|And it is happening in Sweden. 1280|You have your miracle of miracles in Germany, where there 1280|has been a revival of Christianity. The world is in a 1280|thrill of things that are happening at the same time. 1280|In the South Pacific, in the Western Pacific, on Alaska's 1280|flood-plains, it is happening that the ocean--the world 1280|has a heart-throbb ======================================== SAMPLE 9200 ======================================== A little child 18007|Doth want a little love, 18007|A little child-- 18007|A little child! 18007|A little child! 18007|Love is an art, I know, 18007|Made of a golden thread, 18007|A little child 18007|The work of man; 18007|Love's gold to see; 18007|Love's pearl to scan; 18007|Love's treasure-book: 18007|Love's name and seal; 18007|Love's meaning, 'mid the noise 18007|And tumult and the strife 18007|Of our worldly strife,-- 18007|Love's most sincere-- 18007|It is in love, I know, 18007|That hearts in tune most meet, 18007|Where nothing is said 18007|Yet nothing strange 18007|Or strange could be! 18007|A little child! 18007|One little flower, a little flower 18007|I found and nurtured in my mother's hair, 18007|O little child! 18007|I saw the dew upon it in the gloom, 18007|And, looking through a mist of memories, 18007|A pale heart beating--which I know not, yet 18007|Pressing round my throat with a golden clasp; 18007|A little child! 18007|A little child! 18007|I knew not that she looked upon me 18007|As one who had suffered and been true, 18007|Nor had I need to ask her thus, for she 18007|Was more than one, and all were with me, 18007|As the flower I planted in her mother's hair; 18007|So little child! 18007|A little child! 18007|The dear little one who looked me in the eyes, 18007|The one who heard the call, the one who felt 18007|No shame because of what was hers, was mine. 18007|One little child! 18007|A little child! 18007|The day comes when none may take her home 18007|Safe from the world, the dear little child, 18007|The one who waited at home and died,-- 18007|I will not ask of death, for she is mine. 18007|A little child! 18007|It is not death! It is not death! 18007|'Tis only the morning of the dawn,-- 18007|And love must live till the last swallow flaps 18007|Its folded wings at evening and we end 18007|In the same still, lonely place, until life's 18007|The life she knew of youth,--the life that knows, 18007|Not how to die, but that she must abide, 18007|Till we are dust, and she must fly to us 18007|To live and die. 18007|A little child! 18007|This is my little gift: 18007|Nothing will be missed, and all our lives 18007|Our little girl will look as she should, 18007|And look back on her life with us alone, 18007|With eyes that will not be tired of looking;-- 18007|All the world will seem so bright that she 18007|Will have the sense of life and love enough 18007|To love a thousand times our one love of living, 18007|And die again. 18007|A little child! 18007|How many the days she has been gone, 18007|How young the eyes, how fresh the blood, 18007|How fresh the kisses that have been 18007|Ere we were one: and we shall be 18007|A thousand times as old then;-- 18007|The life she knew of youth! 18007|A little child! 18007|How many a heart she has opened!-- 18007|How many a closed door shut! 18007|And what her hand hath held, I say, 18007|But now may only hold the door, 18007|Or what her name betoken 18007|As it will stand to one account, 18007|How many days ago or more, 18007|And all for one she had set 18007|In some new wonder of her youth, 18007|Or made to serve or be in pain, 18007|And all for one she had taught to love. 18007|A little child! 18007|A little child! 18007|A little ======================================== SAMPLE 9210 ======================================== 22229|By the wild and stormy sea, 22229|That never love hath known, 22229|The wild and stormy sea, 22229|As it winds by the bonnie strand 22229|Of the bonnie strand 22229|Of the bonnie strand; 22229|But there's nae peace o' sair fearing, 22229|As it breezes by, 22229|But there's nae peace o' sair fearing-- 22229|But there's nae peace o' sair fearing, 22229|But there maun be no sin, 22229|And Heaven shall be our view 22229|To a' the joys we hae to watch, 22229|But there maun be no sin, 22229|To a' the joys we hae to watch, 22229|But there maun be no sin, 22229|Till the warl' is over and gane, 22229|Till the warl' is over and gane, 22229|It's just the same, my heart, in fine, 22229|Till the warl' is over and gane. 22229|'It's just the same, my heart, in fine.' 22229|We are at a gallop, we are at a gallop, 22229|And 'tis just the same, my heart, to follow, follow! 22229|For the world's a field where the cattle can flee, 22229|And what it sae--ye'll see--ye'll see! 22229|We've clave the hills at the breaking o' the day, 22229|Where the lave rins the hoof-tracks in lave rin, 22229|And the lave's clear in the sunshine o' thine e'e, 22229|And the hills are o'er the wiles, and the woods are o'er the meen. 22229|And we'll mak us muckle bed before our e'en, 22229|But wilt thou, sweet maid, be over the maes, 22229|For all the sorrow, and wilt thou be ma? 22229|For the mair we're mair, and the mair ye'll gae, 22229|It's just the same, my heart, in fine-- 22229|It's just the same, my heart, in fine. 22229|Let me love thee the more, 22229|Sweet maiden, 22229|That, like the rose, 22229|Blooms fresh, 22229|Yet blooms more fair 22229|In a single hand. 22229|Let me love thee the more, 22229|Sweet maiden, 22229|That, like the rose, 22229|Blooms fresh, 22229|Yet blooms more fair 22229|O! for the sky! 22229|For the sky! 22229|For the sky! 22229|I wander wide and far frae you, 22229|To gather up thy kisses at last; 22229|Thy smile, tho' dim it burn'd me, 22229|Has dimm'd my spirit yet. 22229|I've wander'd far frae you for thee, 22229|I've wander'd far frae you for thee; 22229|I have watch'd at thy feet, 22229|Thou must not forget, 22229|Or thou wilt miss his kiss. 22229|I linger'd for thee still, 22229|I linger'd for thee still; 22229|I watch'd that face o' thine, 22229|And thou wilt not forget. 22229|My heart is a' locked up in thee, 22229|My heart is a' locked up in thee; 22229|My spirit I cannot move, 22229|Or feel for to love or to part. 22229|But, though I maun leave thee to-day, 22229|That day I shall miss thee to-day, 22229|And weel can I count on thee 22229|To love and to part to-day. 22229|We part for ever, love and thee; 22229|We part for ever, love and thee; 22229|We 'll meet, nor part again, 22229|Though we wander far frae thee. 22229|Let us live for the love o' our youth, 22229|For the passion o' our youth, 22229|Wh ======================================== SAMPLE 9220 ======================================== 24605|With flowers of beauty and of light. 24605|The night is gone! 24605|All bright and silent are the skies, 24605|And the stars, in their silence, sit, 24605|As if they held a banquet, yet 24605|Pondering, ponder and complain 24605|What has happened to them all this day. 24605|"O earth, why is your beauty fled? 24605|And why are the stars withdrawn?" 24605|And the earth answers--"I know." 24605|I know, I know, I know, I know-- 24605|Oh no, I cannot tell the truth; 24605|But I am too light and frail-- 24605|Oh do not let me go. 24605|I am too little, no one knows; 24605|I have never been used to 24605|How to play with something so new, 24605|And to take out and use it so. 24605|To be a child; 24605|A pretty, innocent child. 24605|To love and long for simple things-- 24605|The earth and skies so blue; 24605|The trees and grassy meadows found 24605|Upon each side the road. 24605|To dream of glory, wealth, and power; 24605|Of glorious deeds for them to do, 24605|To wait and watch until they win, 24605|And know their time is done. 24605|In life the great and small, the rich, 24605|The humble, and the poor, and slight, 24605|They all are alike; but I, 24605|Myself a part of all, I feel 24605|All one with them, I must be 24605|The great high master of all, as each 24605|Loves, cherishes and worships me. 24605|I do not think I can be weak; 24605|One love is strong as any. 24605|It is so strong, I need no bed, 24605|No couch, nor bowl, nor cover: 24605|"All things my dearest, every one, 24605|Are one in me!" 24605|It is so strong, I hardly know 24605|The hour or moment to forsake 24605|The love that holds me fast; 24605|But there is only one I fear 24605|Will suffer any one. 24605|It is so strong, I never win 24605|To break from its embrace; 24605|Oh, there is only one I fear 24605|Will never, never know! 24605|I cannot speak of pleasures, true; 24605|That's why I love to die; 24605|I love to share my life with thee, 24605|My dearest, when our souls are there; 24605|Where, as life's day is brief, 24605|"All things my dearest, every one, 24605|Are one in me." 24605|Dear dear, sweet friend, these words to say, 24605|To thee and me will be no scoff; 24605|For, in spite of all the odds of life 24605|To us are all the same to thee; 24605|And there's only one who, far away, 24605|We shall miss, when, oh, how soon!! 24605|A tear shall spring, a tear, from me: 24605|I see thee, gentle one, though far away; 24605|For, all my life, dear friend, I would not know, 24605|If thou or I were lost, in yonder sky. 24605|As I kneel in prayer as in devotion; 24605|I thank God, that I have lost thee, love; 24605|I'd like to look up to the stars in silence; 24605|I love the stars that shine in heaven's sky. 24605|I would know of the soul's troubles, too, 24605|I would hear the thoughts that rise in me; 24605|I would see the heart's unrest and sorrow, 24605|I would feel, when in trouble, all thy hand. 24605|But now, when I am living here, I seek 24605|A word from God to show that I love thee; 24605|Perhaps he will say, "I love thee!" 24605|Or, as a friend, he will say, "Oh, my friend! 24605|I have known ======================================== SAMPLE 9230 ======================================== 1030|And drave 'em home. 1030|From King Richard's Men, by William Butler Yeovil, 1030|The following is a note of invitation extended to the 1030|London Public Opens for the Third Saturday in September 1030|"To the Music heard in the old Quire Hall", 1030|(Translated from the German of Mr. 1030|King, the famous German scholar, is much admired in our city) 1030|and with great expense furnished them, a translation and comments 1030|will appear at the meetings of that Society. 1030|"Who is she that hath the name of Lady Lillenn," 1030|(A poem for Mrs. Lillenn of Yarrow,) 1030|"O thou that canst not sing of thee", 1030|(A poem for Mrs. Lillenn of Kettlewell,) 1030|"I am very much afraid to see", 1030|(A poem for Mrs. Lillenn of Woodbourne, in West Sussex,) 1030|"A tale to be believed", 1030|(A poem for Mrs. Lillenn of Atherton,) 1030|"Sister, if the King can get you out", 1030|(A poem for Thomas of St. Andrews,) 1030|"And by such heavy luck comes that", 1030|(A poem for Mrs. Lillenn of Wythowan,) 1030|I cannot give an ample oratis; but I can give two notes to point out 1030|The first is the "Old Quire Library", which is now in the Abbey; 1030|(But these are but fragments; and you can hardly call the book 1030|"A Poetical Library", which was afterwards destroyed by the Duke of 1030|These are some of the curious "Litrical Books", in four volumes: 1030|A Bibliographical History of the "Old Quire Library", and of its 1030|"The Quire was the first that took the view of our city", 1030|The next is the "Horses Memoirs", now in "London Saddles", 1030|"That to see was to hear the hum of the horses", 1030|"I heard a voice that cried" 1030|"The Duke of Westminster", i, 1030|"I saw a face I cannot forget", 1030|(See text, l. 619.) 1030|"And that I was no stranger there", 1030|(The text and plan are from T. F. Y. I think it is the "Old Quire" 1030|"The Duke of Westminster was my favourite", 1030|(The text is from the 1809 edition.) 1030|"The Quire's History", which is printed in Littell's "Lits", 1030|A Bibliographical History of the "Old Quire Library", 1030|And then there are the poems printed in "London Saddles" 1030|It has already been stated that 'The Quire' belonged to the 1030|"The Lady Lillenn of Winkshoop", 1030|"I think that the Lord Mayor of London's the most gallant that you can 1030|do what I ought to do", 1030|"The King is a good kind of man and tolerable on any ground at all". 1030|"There was a certain lady", 1030|"How is this the Valley of Winkshoop?", 1030|"If I had been in Holland" (lines 7, 8,) "I should have put it down that the 1030|"But where was I to blame", 1030|"I did not know that they were in Holland". 1030|"That were the worst, that were the worst", 1030|"I did not know that they were in Holland?". 1030|"I was a very simple little scholar and not a very great writer". 1030|"The King was a good kind of man and tolerable". 1030|"I knew that it was not in my power", 1030|"I know and I know", i, 1030|"That it was not in my power?". 1030|"But I must beg leave to say one thing", i, 1030|"That I must beg leave to say one thing?". 1030|"What thing was it? I was ashamed to let it slide", 1030|"It was a very nice castle there in Hertford", 1030|"They tell me ======================================== SAMPLE 9240 ======================================== 24869|With every sin and blemish red her stain, 24869|And, if the law commands, may well 24869|The vengeance on us wait, and taste 24869|An exile’s sentence too. 24869|Hence, in the land which I have won, 24869|A son whom love and pity call, 24869|Whose feet ne’er may tread the dale, 24869|Unstained by all the sins of yore:(852) 24869|From each deed he shall pursue 24869|One guiltless path and pure as gold.” 24869|Then Ráma spake in gentle tone: 24869|“I go, thy words and word to hear, 24869|To share the prince’s halls above, 24869|The royal halls in heaven, 24869|Where Queen Kauśalyá abode. 24869|My father and my mother, they 24869|Who love him ever as their own, 24869|With hands as firm as wood, and hearts 24869|As firm as iron, must obey. 24869|The mighty king who rules this land, 24869|And all within, above, below, 24869|May all with joy and honour meet 24869|As Lakshmaṇ and as Ráma now. 24869|This kingdom I have won by toil 24869|And sweat of travail well-deserving, 24869|And all the land I till possess, 24869|This land, as thought of sacred lore, 24869|Which thou hast won by all men’s praises; 24869|To thee, O Monarch, as my sire, 24869|With loving words most closely tied, 24869|I turn my anxious eyes, and see 24869|A glorious path laid open. 24869|Let now the king in council here 24869|Urge by his high command the war, 24869|And all his strength, the strength of kings, 24869|Who rule all in their might and trust. 24869|For I have heard in ancient time 24869|The story of the giants’ crime: 24869|The wicked fiends who fought and foiled, 24869|And to our common joy gave aid, 24869|And to our joyous lot was doomed 24869|To share a solitary doom. 24869|They fell and we escaped unheeding, 24869|But they our freedom fain would have caught, 24869|And then upon the threshold met 24869|Who bound us with a curse of bale. 24869|What need of woe to us to dread, 24869|Or dread the peril of such wrong? 24869|Our strength, though great, is not impend 24869|To any deed, as mightiest, bold, 24869|Like those of old in war renowned, 24869|Or this or that the sons of earth. 24869|Still, lord of men, thy will I heed, 24869|And by thy will let all be blest. 24869|Go, and within our home, O king, 24869|With all its realms and cities hold, 24869|And every dame and every dame 24869|A faithful spy with thee prepare. 24869|When in thine honor thou behold 24869|Our loving chiefs and royal dames, 24869|Let our decrees of confidence 24869|Be heard by all, and I consent.” 24869|Canto XXXIX. Hanumán’s Speech. 24869|Then came the chieftain to the place 24869|Where the dear monarch lay; 24869|And many a reverent hand, 24869|And joyful speech attended each. 24869|“Great Ráma with his brother stand 24869|With reverential grasp and greet 24869|Yon noble pair before them, and 24869|The whole assembled crowd are filled. 24869|O’erwhelming joy and rapture swell 24869|The universal joy that swells 24869|The high effusion of the King 24869|For Ráma’s dear protection. 24869|Ráma, the brave, the glorious, true, 24869|The friend of virtue, pure, and free,— 24869|The son of Daśaratha, still 24869|My hero Rávaṇ, he whose might 24869|Of arm, ======================================== SAMPLE 9250 ======================================== 3650|That he had known a world of men in his youth, 3650|And a more than youthful thirst to be one. 3650|He was one of a number of young men 3650|Who first had stirred the fountain of men's love, 3650|And now stood in a world of sorrow, and knew 3650|How the soul must waste in a few short years 3650|If it did not search at once for rest. 3650|He was one of a few, yet the heart 3650|That could feel for him, loved him, and yearned, 3650|And was yearning for a word that might make 3650|His life an easy and joyous one. 3650|For the world in its best of things seemed gone, 3650|And the best of men were of their days 3650|Yet the heart in him longed to be one 3650|Of the many who were there, and must wait, 3650|As they could make no sooner part 3650|Than their bond stronger than the chain. 3650|"A hundred brothers are in this place, 3650|And if I have to choose I know 3650|My choice should be unto one 3650|Of their number." He had chosen there, 3650|And with his choice that choice was taken 3650|By a light that filled him with pride. 3650|He knew, he had heard it from his friend, 3650|And had seen it in the eyes of those 3650|Who knew him of old, and had understood 3650|The words, the look, that had long been his 3650|And had blessed the life that had been his. 3650|For as he turned the corner, and found 3650|At last the house that was his home-road, 3650|He seemed as he might have come by luck, 3650|The house that his boyhood knew so well, 3650|The manger, the hayfield, and the well, 3650|And all the pleasant little towns of old, 3650|Where he had worshipped more and more 3650|His nature; this he still had done, 3650|And no one in the world could undo. 3650|"I know what you are doing. It has been, 3650|This waiting and this waiting, for long enough: 3650|It is not for my tongue to tell it; 3650|To speak you I cannot, for I only give 3650|My spirit to the task. Come at the word; 3650|And I shall go my way. 3650|"What did you do in the house that's now your own, 3650|And what have you been to yourself in the time 3650|That is now yours, and yours only? 3650|You were nothing but a foolish child, 3650|A foolish child who found no friend in his band, 3650|Who found no food in the barren fields, 3650|And no kind words in the vacant house. 3650|"No kind word in the house, or in the field, 3650|Or under sky, or in the shining sea; 3650|All was unuttered, and sad, and wrong; 3650|A lonely child, in this great loneliness, 3650|Whose very face was as an empty shell, 3650|To which no form was given. 3650|"If you were here to-day, you could not come 3650|And find for him a place that suited well; 3650|You could not help him in his heart of hearts, 3650|If you were not here. 3650|"He'd have to keep still, and be alone, 3650|And always looking to the south or north 3650|For help that none would give, but he had none; 3650|He could not sleep, and still be wakened up 3650|By any one; and all to himself would he 3650|For ever say, 3650|"I am alone in this great lonely house, 3650|And am the lonely child no more. 3650|This you're feeling, gentle little man, 3650|That I cannot say too loudly for you; 3650|Your little house is lonely without you; 3650|And the lonely boy 3650|"When he hears the great world's noise, and sees no one 3650|To cheer him, and to help him, and to give 3650|Something to do ======================================== SAMPLE 9260 ======================================== 845|They had no word, but stared, but stared; 845|Till they seemed to feel the blood o'ergasm clear, 845|And they turned, and fled, and sought and found 845|One other thing, a woman's head 845|Beneath a window-gable's swing. 845|A little child was sitting there 845|From early morning till the day's sun streamed away. 845|Her head upon her father's knee, 845|Like sobs, and on the window-seat 845|Her face was on the window-pane, 845|With sad little eyes and tender, 845|But now her face was gone from it. 845|And one still sits by the window-seat, 845|And one waits and watches and watches, 845|And on the hearth-stone watches the cold dead day, 845|And on his face the looks of him unseen. 845|And over the window-seat where it hung above 845|Cried, "O, mother, tell me then, 845|Is that the child of mine that is gone?" 845|And, with her face over the sill there, 845|To all who watched and watched in silence, 845|A father and her mother stood, with her face 845|Awaited o'er the door at the window of which they sat. 845|The child had gone, and though a mother she could not be. 845|They watched and watched for a moon's-worth, 845|Then all the little heads bent lower, 845|And slowly they began to sigh, 845|And now the tears were silent as the blood. 845|The mother murmured "'Twas the sky." 845|And the father, gazing upward through the crack, 845|"Is that the child I saw in the windows with the child in its arms? 845|"Is this the face that I saw so brightly flash and flash and flash-- 845|That is the face as it was in that window, and the face that was there?" 845|And now the tears were silent. 845|The father and the mother said nothing, 845|Nor moved a single inch together; 845|The father stood with his face turned upward 845|In the blank window with the empty casement; 845|And the mother, sitting in the white silence, 845|Gave up the search for the child in the casement, 845|For the face of the dead child in the casement was gone forever. 845|What more were mother and father 845|Than this, that the weeping of a mother and the sighing of a father, 845|But the tears were turned to the silent earth, 845|And the silent earth to mother and father, 845|For the face of that child in the casement with empty casement 845|Was gone forever from earth. 845|At midnight dark in the wood 845|A boy sat up in a tree; 845|The moon was low and the branches, green 845|That shaded his couch were green. 845|He said: "O timorous woodman, 845|Shall I not creep out to thee? 845|Shall I not sit by the tree and fret 845|With a wistful gaze for ever? 845|And shall I not shut out night 845|And all the bitter soundless gloom 845|With my hollow pine and scrolled box 845|With its door in the root so tight?" 845|Thus for a moment the woodman sighed 845|And thought of his empty casement, 845|And yawned and flung a log against 845|The pine, and the box fell down 845|And darkness filled the forest all. 845|The boy, his nightcap on his head, 845|Woke up and mused beside the fire, 845|And the pine, low buried in the ground, 845|Was silent there, for his needs were dire, 845|And he could not shut out the night. 845|At dawn the child cried once again, 845|And his face with fear was wet:-- 845|"Where are you, old pine, so soon, so early, 845|And what will you tell to the king?" 845|The pine said nothing ======================================== SAMPLE 9270 ======================================== 2130|The great old monarch! 2130|A king-craft, a king-fief, I must say! 2130|But not to-day! 2130|That is no royal rule. And I forget 2130|One monarch since our first--the King of England. 2130|O! if 'tis not so, 2130|I knew a king, 2130|A king could never be. I was a child, 2130|And never heard of such. 2130|Now tell me true, 2130|How has the King of England done? 2130|I would not have it so; 2130|He's the best monarch that ever sprang 2130|From an old woman like himself. 2130|The King of England 2130|Is dead and I'm not. 2130|He's dead (what's the King of England done?), 2130|He's dead at least three thousand years; but I was 2130|A child, and had a little doll,--I was not 2130|A king-craft, a king-fief, but I am king-craft now; 2130|And I will have my doll again, 2130|And rule the world for ever, till a new 2130|King shall come from Calvary. I'll have it so! 2130|(To the poor fool--the King of England! What a poor 2130|Brick-stalk fool I am! If I was born so much 2130|I could not sleep a wink, 2130|But my head is cramped with toiling; yet I am not 2130|A king-craft, a king-fief, nor would I rule the world 2130|So long as I have power to chafe and grumble now. 2130|My king is dead. 2130|Why then the King of England must be dead, 2130|And I, too, be dead, 2130|And I'd be poor, and poor, and poor, and poor, poor, poor, 2130|Poor as a beggar and as poor as a camel.' 2130|(In the middle of this confusion he heard 2130|The bells of his own town rock.) 2130|'The King of England!' 2130|'A poor old man? 2130|My father got him into a good house, my mother 2130|But a poor old man. We got him into the right house 2130|As the best house under the sun. 2130|The King of England! My old fool, my old fool, 2130|And if my ears have not been a-tickling with 2130|His name all day long I will tell you. 2130|He's dead, my man, dead! 2130|The King of England! The King of England, yes, the King 2130|Of England is dead. He was the finest man ever born. 2130|The king of the Britons is dead! 2130|'The King of the Britons and his men are gone 2130|To be the poor old world's example to others of the world 2130|And the crown of the crown of the king is gone, 2130|The crown of the king of the British is gone, 2130|And a poor old man must now rule the earth. 2130|The king of the Briton is dead! 2130|'I went to see his brother, 2130|Who's long been dead, too. 2130|I went to say good-by, 2130|And found him in his grave, 2130|So crowded was he with his clay pigeons 2130|And pecked the purple clay. 2130|There was not a creature of the earth 2130|Was looking on the king. 2130|The little girls and the boys,-- 2130|They stood about the field 2130|With half-bruised and beaten faces, 2130|With bleeding feet and knees. 2130|They fed for an hour or more, 2130|And each had somewhere to save 2130|Her little white ducklings; and each 2130|Had money in her nest: 2130|They ate the bread which hung in the steeple, 2130|And the hard bread that none may eat. 2130|The people who had come to pay their respects 2130|Were led aside, and not allowed to stand, 2130|When there was a little talk between the graves 2130|And the black ======================================== SAMPLE 9280 ======================================== 1186|There's a kind of magic at the opening 1186|Of an old chest, the stuff of dreams: 1186|A little child may dream that he is 1186|With a thousand faces painted 1186|With the most fantastic nonsense, 1186|And no need to try to stop it; 1186|And this little chest of gold 1186|Is something that he has touched and 1186|Won with all its treasure. 1186|So, as I passed on along the street, 1186|I met with many other faces, 1186|Painted faces, faces of the place, 1186|But no of them knew of this chest of gold, 1186|Because I was just a little boy. 1187|_This is a Story of One Boy's 1187|Lives in a Memory Lane_ 1187|This is a story of a house in the country over the brook. 1187|And there, out in the fields, that were once so fair, 1187|The wheat was sere, and the clover peck'd tight, 1187|And every nook a little country store, 1187|Where the little children used to play. 1187|The children used to play till their locks grew long, 1187|And the little old fox looked after the fawn, 1187|And, peeping thro' a candle-shade, or two, 1187|Would catch the wee, little butterflies' feet. 1187|Then the little boy, with chin held high, 1187|Would sit at the window in the cool, 1187|And watch the butterflies glide by, 1187|And take their master's eyes, that never knew sadness, 1187|And make his own were better than all. 1187|He would often think with his heart, 1187|"For what does this little child want, 1187|That he should grow up so unlike his father?" 1187|But I shall never meet a little boy 1187|Who is happy now, or is content; 1187|I shall never meet a boy who always sings, 1187|Nor see his father's house with its picture-book. 1187|The little old man, to whom I often talk, 1187|Was always sick,--was at last in worse plight 1187|Than I, at home, with the little old man. 1187|Yet if he ever woke with a cry, 1187|And, in his hands a stick, shook the floor, 1187|And the dark sticks, in the darkness lit; 1187|Then the little old man, if ever so many, 1187|Would go to bed with the first things laid. 1187|"God's Blessing on this kitchen! how can this be? 1187|All the cookery turns to a trifle, 1187|When to the small old cellar we bend our course, 1187|We have our fill of small dishes, too! 1187|You are old, Father William; and years go by 1187|So quick, our house-keeping's never enough, 1187|We should make up for lost time on down and street; 1187|And the smallest thing, if you could but stay! 1187|But I cannot keep up with the cooking: 1187|You must work to your little half an hour-- 1187|And it's all for a whim to cook like that; 1187|_I_ can't keep up with myself, with you-- 1187|I am old, and all's for a whim to cook!" 1187|When I was a lad that used to come 1187|Often to stay with me in summer, 1187|Sometimes I played outside, I understand, 1187|At the plough, beside the fire, 'neath a tree, 1187|And then, I knew not why, a lad of grace, 1187|I was so full of good, good folk to see. 1187|As the days went by, the brighter their glories grew, 1187|And the things that in the spring I thought would be mine, 1187|Didn't go to me like things of which you'd tell, 1187|I _knew not why_! 1187|My life was the same to everybody I knew, 1187|My fortune was the same to everybody I knew, 1187|For I'd a child, a boy, a lad without fail; 1187|And I heard the song that every lad should ======================================== SAMPLE 9290 ======================================== 1855|Till we are left in an utter loneliness 1855|Of souls, with eyes so full to watch the light: 1855|Till we have seen the glory of the sun 1855|In all his splendour; till each day turns 1855|Towers and turrets to the sea, and day 1855|Turns into night. For we have heard the sea, 1855|And heard her singing in the days gone by, 1855|In all her sea-ness, and in her lightness, 1855|As bright as day. Yea, we have read in books 1855|That there is power in silence, and that wisdom 1855|Hath power, that there is power in solitude. 1855|But now is the time for quietness, 1855|And for the sleep of quietness, a time 1855|For wisdom, and for the reading and the singing 1855|Of books of wisdom, that have wisdom in them 1855|And song. And now indeed is the time 1855|For wise men, after the day's of mourning, 1855|For peace upon the earth. So shall we sing 1855|Of peace in silence: songs of gentle words 1855|And kindly deeds; songs of life and songs 1855|Of love, of love that lifts the heart to peace. 1855|For there is comfort, and there is rest, 1855|And there are true love's mending, true love's mending; 1855|There is the perfect life after death 1855|That is complete at last. 1855|He who is not at peace 1855|With all things is at peace; 1855|He who is not at peace, 1855|With all things, 1855|With him who is not at peace, 1855|With him who is not at peace, 1855|Will never know a heaven. 1855|There was a young man of Coventry, 1855|A youth he loved all well and true; 1855|And they had made it well grow 1855|For him a little. 1855|And it chanced that in the morning 1855|A young man happened 1855|Among the wheaten sheaves, 1855|And to that same young man went, in the still afternoon, 1855|A maiden fair, a maiden wild. 1855|She could sing, she could speak, 1855|She could kiss at will 1855|The eyes and the face of him she had loved so well 1855|She could look on him with love and awe. 1855|She could make his little bed 1855|With his small hands, 1855|And she would sing sweet songs, 1855|And she, with her singing hand, could greet the young man 1855|With soft words and sweet words. 1855|And he was mighty in being, 1855|And she was younger and stronger; 1855|She was kind to the young man 1855|In his trouble and need, 1855|In his foolish, wandering madness, 1855|And would love, and would hold him fast. 1855|But when she saw the young man 1855|Still a weak weak and wandering boy, 1855|And she heard his dying groans, 1855|'Twas her soul's will to bind 1855|His little eyes with wires 1855|Of the pearl-winged dove: 1855|And she loved to kiss the young man 1855|Who was strong and fair. 1855|And it was night in Coventry, 1855|And their work was done; 1855|But he heard her sad songs 1855|That lay on the young man's soul, 1855|And he turned from the wheaten sheaves 1855|To the maiden wild. 1855|As his young heart beat 1855|He felt her in his heart 1855|He could not but love more than the poor boy himself 1855|But she passed to the other side of the world at a race, 1855|And he could not but love her more than the poor boy himself. 1855|And the maiden fair was going, but hid by the bank: 1855|The maid was going to see if a brother could be got; 1855|But the old man in the river, 1855|In the water, went up to her, 1855|And kissed her and said, 1855|"I'll make you the ======================================== SAMPLE 9300 ======================================== 10602|That thou ne may'st see, but that thou may'st hear. 10602|And if thou now the voice of love doth hear, 10602|And in thy fancy finde a tear aboue; 10602|Be not afraid, but bring again thine art, 10602|That we may also in loue seeke her cause. 10602|The last and greatest of the vaine parts 10602|Of my sole heart, now laid aside, 10602|Like other things, to the dust it clings, 10602|To doe th'Inchoate stroke of fate. 10602|O for a tear! though sorrow full of grace 10602|My heart did make a while my brest, 10602|Now I must evermore beholde, 10602|By day or yeeld, a sommer rain 10602|Of sorrow's tear, whose drops I must bear, 10602|And, sad to remembrance of the smart, 10602|Must view them fall'n in continual fall** 10602|Into the deepe inflam'd waste of woe, 10602|Which must be cry'd in providence for me: 10602|For which, alas! with tearful eyes I see, 10602|Still falling, still dying, still to fall: 10602|What (quoth I) dost thou still do still commend? 10602|Is not already done? is not yet close, 10602|The death, that must be for thy love's sake writ? 10602|How oft dost thou with kind words and balmy care, 10602|To appease and console her direst tort, 10602|And in her anguish make my troubled soul 10602|A sweeter pilgrim of her crosses to dye? 10602|Yet when she sees her little darling spied, 10602|She cries full loud, "Behold, he playes at beie." 10602|Or, when she sees her tender lipps untied, 10602|And cheareth, "Thou must be weeping for his sake," 10602|Her tears flow fast, and sug** her heart to quell, 10602|And she begins to flee (while she may) 10602|Out of my sight, and in short time to rove 10602|Far as the top of every friendly hill, 10602|There to weep out her full fawn-like wounds, 10602|And on those stones, that over her hewe, 10602|To soone set up a silver urn to her. 10602|Then will I goe, her sorrow to fore-wound, 10602|And for thy sake a long and a sallow groan; 10602|And, if I chance to fall, then will I cry 10602|Out of the shadow of my last adiec- 10602|For thou art dead, as I trust my life to thee. 10602|My heart is a furnace, that a fire 10602|Ne may be kindled in my burning heart, 10602|Though thou shouldst succour me with thy shade, 10602|And make my darkness to be darkness' self: 10602|But if thou be not come, yet may'st thou know 10602|That I in thin ancer doe implore, 10602|That thou in some place be not my guide, 10602|Ne in this world be my care, to th' world gone by. 10602|To you (if it may so be believed) 10602|Who now do all things like to those who erst 10602|Did all things singly, even as thou dost 10602|All that thy fair verse has told, and more 10602|Then all thy woes, a present, from me take; 10602|And being present, in the same I know 10602|Thy thoughts must have their passage set, 10602|Like times and seasons in our life. 10602|And by my thoughts full grateful to thee, 10602|And by the selfsame words which thou hast said 10602|To me, my faire one, now my own, 10602|Now my loved own life-companion art; 10602|And I would have all I have or have not 10602|In witness as thou didst to me appear. 10602|I do not doubt the god of truth, that all, 10602|Who are his subjects, as we see to-day 10602|So much his children, ======================================== SAMPLE 9310 ======================================== 15370|But if the dear ol' dog 15370|Would only bark! 15370|His nose is just as red as the morning, 15370|His ear as white as the snows; 15370|His eye is just as dim, 15370|And his cheeks are just as black, 15370|But oh! he has a heart like a black hen. 15370|The wrens all are out in the cold, 15370|The doves are all snug in their nest, 15370|And the mowers are getting ready to scythe 15370|The lovely lass of "The Little Wren." 15370|She's just as sweet as the morning, 15370|The air is as cheery as May, 15370|And the cows are all getting ready to thrash, 15370|_The Little Wren."_ 15370|But oh! a cow on the lawn 15370|Is the darling of hearts on the green, 15370|The darling of all that has sense 15370|And has heart like "The Little Wren." 15370|"Oh, look, the bee is humming by," 15370|"Oh, looks! a merry day is gongin'!" 15370|"I wish I were an acre higher up;" 15370|"I think, by the time of my dying, 15370|I shall be three times higher than I am!" 15370|"Oh, see that cabbage grow, and well up!" 15370|"I wish I were a woodlouse green as that!" 15370|"I felt a mighty big spider come, 15370|(Though I didn't see no one nigh) 15370|But, God help me, I brought him safe down;" 15370|"He did, and he's safe from the gramps." 15370|"I wish I were a walnut--tall and square," 15370|"I wish I were a walnut stump! 15370|I wish I was a poplar tall and square, 15370|And my head a stone higher than that!" 15370|"I wish that I had a sweetheart's hair!" 15370|"I wish that I had a sweetheart's feet! 15370|(They're so brown and sleek!) but I didn't!" 15370|"I wish I was a ship, and a battle-ship sailed, 15370|With a boat above deck!" 15370|"Oh, but (look quick) I wish 'twas a long, long, long string!" 15370|"I wish I was the top of my bough!" 15370|"I wish (my feet), but (you see!) I didn't!" 15370|"I wish I was a bridge, and a ten-foot wall!" 15370|"I wish I was a bridge where the river flow'd!" 15370|"I wish that I had a sweetheart's arms!" 15370|"I wish that I were a big cherry tree!" 15370|"I wish some day, that I were a lily-pot!" 15370|"I wish I was the sky, and I wish they were both!" 15370|"My dear (say you), my pretty, mine the sea, 15370|I wish I was a bridge that could span that sea!" 15370|"Oh, kiss that dear, an I'll come to save that day! 15370|(For I want to kiss you.)" 15370|"I wish I was the sky, and the sea, 15370|And the sky, and the sea, and I was there!" 15370|"And the sea, and the sky, and the meadow brown, 15370|And I was happy as happy could be." 15370|"I wish they would all come to blows, 15370|And they'd fight o'er and o'er, while they each could fly!" 15370|"They'd fight, but fight in vain, for I'd win!" 15370|"I wish, but I think I would not, 15370|If such a one should fall asleep! 15370|I'd like to see him fight for such an one!" 15370|"Oh, kiss, and I'll come in the evening, and help 15370|(I really feel I ought't to say!) 15370|To be happy, as happy could be. 15370|No matter though, for he's so sad and so sad." 15370|"Oh, kiss your dear! I'll ======================================== SAMPLE 9320 ======================================== 2130|To keep up the light and be pleasant to you." 2130|But he was a mere clown. He said 2130|(If I forget) that I had not 2130|One minute of speech, and that I did 2130|Not wish a "wonder" for my own place, but to make 2130|Thee sorrow for this time in thy life. 2130|I told him, as to common persons, how, 2130|In their own house, they often do commit 2130|A sin, but that for no good. What had come 2130|To him was sorrow for the house. He said 2130|That no man could say what he did there 2130|Ere he went out. He said, that he had 2130|No children, nor children, to support his wants. 2130|And then began to sing--and to dance 2130|In the garden; that he now began 2130|To be the very worst of madmen. 2130|The evening was so warm, and we (he and I) 2130|Had seen much in the natural way; 2130|At last he began to dance, with great 2130|And unself-conscious gallantry. 2130|And then he sang, or not at all, I dunno-- 2130|I cannot say; but with such wild-talk 2130|As a man in bad health can show 2130|When fever is nipping. As, in truth, 2130|He did it with more pride than gravity. 2130|It was a most ludicrous dance, but 'tis 2130|True what was said. 2130|The people shouted as he clambered 2130|In his great grand-moustache--he'd lost 2130|His wife and only son; that great great 2130|Posterity of children half asleep 2130|And almost dead; he'd got them from his 2130|First cousin; then the great big family 2130|Of little old widow Maud. This was good 2130|And all the sight. But the great great Papa 2130|Told, without more explanation, that 2130|He was too sick to dance. They sent him in, 2130|With all his wife and all his children, to 2130|Bed in good Olliot, a pretty old 2130|Churchyard, at the back of Oxford, where 2130|He kept the Sabbath-day fast, and prayed, 2130|"Father, I am so sick! I cannot dance! 2130|And if my body does not go to heaven, 2130|Then my soul must go to hell. I beg you, 2130|O Papa, take me to bed. Pray do so!" 2130|Papa listened, though he had no tongue, 2130|But his good old soul would not say 'No'; 2130|And did as his Saviour told him to. 2130|He took the little girls to bed, and laid 2130|Tenderly, and made a good supplication 2130|To go to heaven, and to beg for grace 2130|Upon the cross, and so he went. 2130|But he found, by some strange chance, that one 2130|Of his little girls had fallen in love 2130|With a poor little servant-man (who served 2130|Her for a cook), and that old man 2130|Had been a drunkard, and had made her 2130|Confiding in his good fortune. 2130|And he found the man a drinking bout 2130|Fierce as that which young Hecuba fought 2130|With the demon in her youth. He had been 2130|In love with this poor little maid, which made 2130|The old man very much to hate and hate. 2130|It was too much, and he would have spoken 2130|And had prayed to be forgiven, and had 2130|Cried his prayers all the rest of that day, 2130|But that this poor little man was not what 2130|Heard or saw called or described as such; 2130|And his drinking had such awful, unspeakable 2130|Passion in him, that he had drunk to madness 2130|His little child. And by and by she came 2130|In a fright, and said, "I will not go to sleep, 2130|And I am afraid you will kill me!" 2130|Papa ran ======================================== SAMPLE 9330 ======================================== 1365|From the city's firesides, 1365|From the homes in the valley 1365|Where the red deer gambols, 1365|And the roebuck gambols, 1365|And the blue jays gambol; 1365|From the city's streets, across the lake, 1365|Where the long procession 1365|With its song, and its laughter, 1365|And its jovial dance, 1365|Rushes with its jingling. 1365|From the city of gleams, 1365|From the heart of the landscape, 1365|O'er its mead-lilies gleams 1365|One tall vale, and one glen, 1365|Where the light-foot shadows 1365|Glide in silence and mazy 1365|To the fountains of slumber, 1365|Where the blackbird sets his cup, 1365|Where the wood-thrush carols, 1365|Where the wild-boar carols, 1365|And the white-robed stag caresses. 1365|Where the hoary Forest stands 1365|And the hills with laurel crowns, 1365|And the vine her dark bouquets. 1365|And the village-rites with them, 1365|Children of simple life, 1365|Gather their violets, 1365|Wreathe their heads in a myrtle bough. 1365|Here the fairies live and toil, 1365|Here the flowers in spring-time bloom, 1365|And the birds their pretty notes. 1365|Here the bees hum to the beeves, 1365|Hoots the frog in the ant-house sunk, 1365|Broods the swallow on the ant-leaves, 1365|On the forest-edge towers the stone. 1365|Here, amid the greenest shrubberies, 1365|Is the cottage, where they languish, 1365|Here the cot where they but rarely sleep. 1365|Here, mid-winter through, is the water, 1365|Winter through, is the breezes, 1365|Underneath Winter's fiery showers 1365|Isle upon island lies the cottage. 1365|On the stones the pebbles are strown; 1365|In the pools the stones are whirled; 1365|Yonder, in the sunlight's glowing gleam, 1365|Lies the lair of the porpoise. 1365|There are quaint scenes in nature's walks, 1365|Many a wonder-tale told; 1365|While the traveller in lonely woods 1365|By the roadside or in town, 1365|In the lonely night of Winter, 1365|Stands and ponders o'er his rueful days. 1365|Here is fen-fire, where the wild-geese go, 1365|Where the wild-ducks rove, and where the deer 1365|With their keen eyes follow the blaze: 1365|Here are bowers, where the white-throat wars, 1365|While he twitters his sweetest numbers. 1365|Here is heath, where the blue-buds cluster, 1365|And the wild-duck sails on the brooklets. 1365|On this heath are many white houses, 1365|And the heath are many green meadows. 1365|Here the woods abound with green enclosures, 1365|And the meadows with shrubs of various form. 1365|Here in Summer the birchen trees 1365|With their green leaves are blooming all the year, 1365|And the flowers are many and sweet. 1365|But these flowers, while they daily bloom, 1365|Are a scourge to the heart and to the nose. 1365|In the winter, when the frost is deep, 1365|The birchen trees here take root, 1365|And they stay there, and never go; 1365|But when the storm comes, and thunder loud, 1365|The birchen trees break off, and fly again. 1365|But these green meadows, with shrubs of every kind, 1365|But they only bloom in Autumn months. 1365|In winter the fields lose their greenness, 1365|And the flowers no longer play. 1365|And that is the curse on the heath here, 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 9340 ======================================== 34409|Or to go mad and fight him--no such luck. 34409|I say, if no one sees you, I must.-- 34409|So far, of course, I haven't got a sight: 34409|So, I will see. It's rather late to go. 34409|Humph! That's a pretty poem. 34409|And it's hardly new either. 34409|So, let's see. 34409|It's quite a poetical style. 34409|It's very pretty, although it's 34409|Rather old. 34409|'That the soul was formed 34409|Was a well-known axiom of the school. 34409|It seems to me that I've missed the point. 34409|The point that I'm here to explain. 34409|Of course you are--or were. 34409|'Twas only last week you wrote it--and so 34409|It's true that you were learning to write . . . 34409|It's also true again, as well you know, 34409|You've also heard it a good deal--and so 34409|It is. 34409|'Twas just coming into my power to say, 34409|And so it may be you never will think 34409|Of anything this way about what you 34409|Did last week. 34409|Of course you must. 34409|We must remember that for ever, and so 34409|That we may then be able to say 34409|(At our leisure) or perhaps at our own, 34409|There is no right or wrong in thinking of those 34409|Who taught us and wrote at the time we had 34409|What they taught us and write. 34409|In the country I've grown to be quite used to 34409|How the people and their ways are used upon; 34409|But they don't know a thing, my dear, about you. 34409|And why should they know? And you must let it be. 34409|No, do not put your trust in men you know not. 34409|So, dear, if it may come to that, if it may, 34409|You ought to tell them that you know not, at least. 34409|The time was last November when she kissed me. 34409|And this was only a few months ago. 34409|But you know me enough, dear, to know that I 34409|Was all the stronger for the thought of her. 34409|I think if I'd known what was coming--I'm sure 34409|I would have told her, no doubt she would have been 34409|More kind and have let me have my way, then? 34409|She must have known; and now she knows. But that 34409|Is a thing that's quite out of my line, indeed. 34409|I was more angry with myself for that, 34409|And more with her, than she, or any one. 34409|As we walk our very best talking talking 34409|Tells how she can no more be a good wife. 34409|I should have known her, you see, if I'd known. 34409|Now her husband's married to another, 34409|A very sensible man, and I've told her 34409|That the way in which he's treated her since 34409|He had better let her alone and look 34409|If she wants any other woman's love. 34409|Well, the wife looks at us and says to herself, 34409|"Well, how does that affect me? I'm not great 34409|At half-past three? Ah, that gives me one, 34409|And if I did at all, I should not be 34409|So glad as I am at getting this." 34409|I'm sorry, but this is all too wrong. 34409|I'm not wrong at all. I'm the one wrong, you see. 34409|I shall not be a wife for any length of time. 34409|I can choose something else. But what's that? 34409|You are not afraid of being left alone? 34409|That would be awful! Do you think that I, 34409|With scarcely any money in the bank, 34409|Should sit and read that sort of thing--not you? 34409|I say I shall not think of you that way. 34409|I am ======================================== SAMPLE 9350 ======================================== 5408|My dear friends, 5408|I have come into possession of these beautiful, 5408|Grape-scented, linen scarlet, as before. 5408|As I went along the road, 5408|I picked up many birds of the air, 5408|Which in silver chains around me they set, 5408|They flutter, flutter, flutter, flying freely, 5408|And they seem to mock me, I feel them in my chest, 5408|As they sing on, flying freely, flying so; 5408|And then I sing aloud to catch what they are. 5408|My dear dear friends, 5408|For those of our country who love their native land, 5408|I wish you many years of health and happiness, 5408|As to the past it has not proved to you all bear: 5408|It is not yours, O friends, as you cannot help it. 5408|Come then, come home, my dear friends, come home to your homes. 5408|My dear mistress, when I come to your door, 5408|Be you patient in singing at my coming, 5408|For I go back to England with my people: 5408|And if you're to hear from me you cannot be gay, 5408|Then may my little song be the first thing heard. 5408|When you see the beautiful ladies come through the door, 5408|Then the first thing on your mind will be, 5408|But if ever you hear the lass in the street 5408|Sing at her dancing, then I shall be away. 5408|My dear mistress, when you enter through the door, 5408|Then you will sit down as if you were in a swoon, 5408|For there you will think of your sweet lady's eyes, 5408|And your heart will wish to have them forever nined. 5408|My dear mistress, when you come to the door, 5408|Then you will look for a seat at the dance-table, 5408|For there you will find a face of beauty by 5408|We cannot go back, my dear lady, to-day: 5408|For our dear princess has disappeared from our side, 5408|And so have they, my dear mistress, far away. 5408|What do you think of that? 5408|That they've left all, 5408|As they promised, for the honour of other kings 5408|And with a sword, I suppose, they left a steed 5408|That none of our little ones care to take. 5408|My dear mistress, we're going, to make way 5408|For the one of our friends, the girl at the gate; 5408|And then we will see whether she's alive 5408|And well to give you a ride on her white steed. 5408|When the day is quite over 5408|And the last of evening deepens, 5408|In my sister's chamber 5408|I can hear the sighing of the rain. 5408|She's sitting inside, 5408|Wrapped in her robe of snow, 5408|While the moonlight shines on, 5408|As the rain doth on a withered tree. 5408|When the day is almost done: 5408|When the last sunbeam 5408|With his silver foot 5408|Doth drive a path of twilight down, 5408|And the sky behind 5408|Gropes like a frightened mare, 5408|When the day is almost done; 5408|When the clouds in a whirl 5408|And the raindrops rush, 5408|When the clouds drive in a whirlwind, 5408|When the day is almost done - 5408|When the clouds in a whirl 5408|And the raindrops crash! 5408|When the clouds are about, 5408|When the weather's fairly clear, - 5408|As the days to come - 5408|When the wind has not risen yet, 5408|When the wind has not risen yet, 5408|When the rain shall come and wail 5408|And the day is not quite done, 5408|When the rain is falling fast, 5408|When the rain has fallen fast, 5408|When the day is not quite done - 5408|When the sun, with waning eyes, 5408|Doth hide himself in clouds of sleep, 5408 ======================================== SAMPLE 9360 ======================================== 2487|I can remember when they'd go 2487|To the big ball-room there, and play 2487|A game of "Whack-a-Mole"-- 2487|Then one night the lights went out and the dancers all fell 2487|poofy-faced. 2487|We don't know how they played, we don't know how they played-- 2487|But I know that they all had blue 2487|And white hearts, too. 2487|The ballroom was a dim May day 2487|When we came. We saw the pink lights 2487|In the church. In the church there were 2487|Pink candles to light the altar 2487|Like a rose. We lit them all 2487|But the altar candle--they were gay 2487|But the candle burned too thin. 2487|But I remember when they played 2487|They danced like the wind. They danced for 2487|Ten minutes straight, then they all 2487|Stroked each hair, to loosen it. 2487|They played "Hare-Me-Gather," and they played 2487|"Fare You Well," and I saw their faces 2487|Tenderly--and they danced to it-- 2487|Tenderly, sweetly,--and then 2487|They all turned away. Then I saw 2487|That they all hadn't finished. And 2487|I knew that they hadn't played the game! 2487|When we came to the door, the candles 2487|Stood lit without. The faces 2487|Glowed in the candlelight. And all 2487|Those dancing girls with sparkling eyes 2487|That night were gone--gone into a 2487|Room hidden, but the same. 2487|And I knew that the faces--still 2487|In that room that night--were there-- 2487|They'd all changed to hearts. I knew 2487|I'd see them in the coming day! 2487|I am glad that you're home again 2487|And happy, too. 2487|The old red door swings wide upon its hinges, 2487|There's a song in the kitchen somewhere, 2487|And a flame on the hearth that's trembling 2487|And the summer air is sweet... 2487|I will come as you are... 2487|I shall wait in the doorway, watching 2487|While the stove burns softly with desire. 2487|I'll be a fairy fairy elf, 2487|Hair floating in the air, 2487|Wings fluttering under my hat... oh, so sweet... 2487|I will come to you. 2487|I shall come to you, I shall come to you, 2487|With the sun under your little wing. 2487|I shall come so quietly and proud, 2487|I'll wait, and watch the flame that shines 2487|In the grate of that little stove! 2487|I will wait with my eyes so bright 2487|Till you say: "My baby, come 2487|Here within this little door!"... 2487|I will come to you--I will come to you-- 2487|I will bring you back to me-- 2487|I shall come to you, I shall come to you-- 2487|I will bring you back to me... 2487|The sun is shining, the wind is blowing, 2487|The summer day is coming soon, 2487|The red rose blooms--I will come back to you! 2487|A little boy and a girl, 2487|(I think it's "Aberdeen's 2487|Song, 'tis as a song 2487|In the first-named's hand, 2487|The little boy's hand 2487|Was a little bit tired), 2487|When I was still a child too 2487|Was they were both lost in love! 2487|But I was happy when I wasn't playing 2487|Boys' little boy's sport at ball! 2487|I was happy when the house was crowded-- 2487|Boys' little boys were always sad! 2487|When the bells were ringing through the village... 2487|(I think it's "My house is 2487|Built upon my land!") 2487|When the dance began in early morning 2487|(B ======================================== SAMPLE 9370 ======================================== 27195|You said I'd 'a' some fun! 27195|Now you 'ave come to love me, 27195|An' you 'ave done what you'm bid to do; 27195|Now you 'ave put your hands in mine, 27195|T'other day at ball! 27195|The hobbucky gander 27195|He flew a long 'orse in a lot, 27195|And he caught the old 'orse again, 27195|An' he 'asn't no use to say. 27195|So he 'adn't no need to say; 27195|The 'orse is still a thing o' 'orse, 27195|An' the old 'orse won't be a bit 'orse. 27195|An' the 'orse is still a thing o' 'orse, 27195|An' 'e 'asn't no use to think of me; 27195|So it's over, it's over, you 'abbit, 27195|With the hobbucky gander! 27195|When I come out o' doors, 27195|I sorter don't know why, 27195|Why no' huntin' seems to bother me, 27195|When I only come an' go. 27195|When I go to 'ome at night, 27195|I has'n't no time to think; 27195|I know that I 'aven't been right, 27195|An' there's somethin' on 'im somewhere. 27195|Ole Dott come through, fer me! 27195|He 'ad a big hoss in the yard; 27195|Won't you come out by dee? 27195|If you only come out, 27195|You'll see the big 'ouse by dee. 27195|An' my big 'ouse come out, 27195|De hoss is got to dee; 27195|But my big 'ouse won't go in, 27195|Unless you come in by dee. 27195|When I'm goin' by your place, 27195|I see you by my side, 27195|An' I know he gits in yeller range 27195|Till he're corralled 'bout ten. 27195|An' if you don't, we won'my part, 27195|Yit I'll ring de knell; 27195|De hoss's nothin' but a bazlin' fit, 27195|An' de hussock's a jelly. 27195|Wet an' cold when I 'as to bear 27195|W'ile you are comin' by, 27195|I 'aven't no use to stop an' muse, 27195|I'd give all things else for you. 27195|If you'd ring it would be clear: 27195|An' I'd give myself fer you. 27195|De hoss he's growin' all 'ard; 27195|He's got some big 'ome, you see, 27195|Fer it is hisby to tell. 27195|He's growin' all 'ard; 27195|But I guess he'll be fine, 27195|When he sees you by him in de dark. 27195|We'll find some way to spice it up an' play it straight 27195|An' 'umble soverin' again. 27195|An' if our 'ouse is keepin' aroun' our sakes, 27195|My mouth is done fer all its sin. 27195|Ole Dott come out by dee, 27195|An' if you 'ares so good as play it, 27195|Come knock aroun' here an' show 'er 27195|What you's to do the game. 27195|I don't like you sooo fer fun 27195|I'll give you up your hoss an' go, 27195|An' take my' rest--in de dark! 27195|De Hoss said he 'eard a rooster's cryin', 27195|An' so he crept out de door; 27195|Fer he thought 'e'd ketch a coon fer dinner 27195|F'om de fact dat dey said. 27195|"D-r-r-down!" said de rooster, 27195|"Don't you hear dat, Dott? 27195|An' if you darst ======================================== SAMPLE 9380 ======================================== 615|Nor to their country left, from thence would fear 615|The cruel knights who to their torture led; 615|Whose savage rage and fury none might hold 615|For human life, or save by arms; for such 615|The haughtiest are that dastard, if he fly, 615|Who bears with him the charge of life and land, 615|Who for short peace would gain for money's sake. 615|For him to suffer wrong, the rest, or die, 615|No more than what is given as our grant, 615|Were just; for no such wrong had been by them 615|Conceived, from which by pity is no stay. 615|The barons are of this the deed that fain 615|Would have prevented, but that they are all 615|Closed by the same intent and wonted rage, 615|They, in their madness, do the same as they. 615|And with so long delay have done their lord, 615|They prove that this is of that evil round. 615|At that time Rogero had a tale to sell, 615|Which might and had its proper light to show, 615|As well for sale as for purchase (so he said) 615|When he before the lady met the knight; 615|And to his tale his answer he shortened, 615|As less obtruded by fear than anger hot. 615|At that time so well was that cavalier, 615|With that fair lady by his side, versed, 615|In courteous verse, and in its use devised, 615|To render him a pleasing answer lent, 615|That he had said what was his pleasure to say. 615|But if again Rogero would declare, 615|Aught therein should need, the knight to name 615|Took in a different case: for whatsoe'er 615|He should express, to her he said as less; 615|And his discourse, to ease her mind, would change, 615|At least as often as she inquired: 615|But as it was her purpose, she did so; 615|And as her heart desired, she was won 615|To understand, he would not further say, 615|Which so, to clear Rogero's folly, did bind. 615|By this the damsel's heart was ill at ease, 615|With all the pangs that reason ever wove: 615|So that she, what before she had concealed, 615|For wonderings, in disguise, was in her mood. 615|She told how through the forest, with her horse 615|Her lover had encountered one who wore 615|A strange and magic mantle, that in vest 615|Of cloud-covering snow and fur, above, 615|He seemed to swim: and that to sever wrong 615|A woman had been evermore intent, 615|Through long and perilous pilgrimage long, 615|And had of necessity in war 615|All means of hiding, whether by night 615|Herself alone, or with the aid of others. 615|This was the tale, which at one swallow's stroke 615|Had sent the squire on the treacherous course astray. 615|For he the woman's veil had wasted through, 615|And left unwontedly the mantle pure; 615|And for the mantle's sake, that she might show 615|Her face, the woman had endured so much; 615|And was with blood and tear-drops stained, to see 615|The wonder of the magic armour bright, 615|For well Rogero was aware that veil 615|Had passed withal through magic channels through. 615|While, of her lover's treachery the deed 615|Was, that, to his joy, his valour had been 615|Recovered, the maid, who yet was mute, 615|At the first hour, and on the next morn, 615|Appeared anew, who, with a loud voice, 615|She pronounced him for her husband's foe. 615|She said: "I am Rogero's woman true; 615|For that I know, you see by me befell." 615|And, with the veil upon her forehead, went 615|Before, in order to Rogero's side; 615|Which she would not do: because from that day 615|She kept not by his side; and the same day 615|She went away, Rogero stayed, and wept. 615|At length the child she brought, whom she would find 615|With other damsels, she alone ======================================== SAMPLE 9390 ======================================== 42076|The light to him was ever dim, 42076|The darkness still was dark, 42076|And never rose nor set 42076|Save when one day she smiled, 42076|And cried to him in silence, 42076|"Now look, sir," she said: 42076|And, lo, he did behold 42076|A shining thing uprise, 42076|A star within a dew-drop; 42076|And now the light was dim 42076|That was so bright in heaven, 42076|It took my eyes from God, 42076|And from the Father high 42076|And gave me dim and doubts. 42076|There comes a silent hour 42076|When the souls of those whose thoughts 42076|Have ever been a breeze 42076|To this world of mist forget 42076|My gentle words and gay, 42076|With which it sometimes seems 42076|To be full of peace. 42076|I call them by whose name 42076|My song is filled with wonder, 42076|That love is such an art, 42076|Whereof men know so much, 42076|Yet know I but a part;-- 42076|I call them by whose name 42076|My song is filled with wonder 42076|That love is such an art, 42076|And yet I hope I may 42076|Acknowledge all who give 42076|And all who take the least,-- 42076|I call them by whose name 42076|My song is filled with wonder 42076|That love is such an art; 42076|And yet I hope I may 42076|In that great silence pause, 42076|And for the first time ask 42076|The silent gift, "I am!" 42076|I would not dream this world was wholly void, 42076|And empty, empty, empty as my vision, 42076|When I look back with a hopeful, not a broken gaze. 42076|For from the earliest years of childhood till my passing, 42076|This world was filled with the life of such dear, genuine, 42076|Kind, loving children, who knew no human passion 42076|But the calm trust of something more divine and full. 42076|They lived, and they died, and came back to me, 42076|And told to my eyes the story that was not told; 42076|And in my soul there is joy--for I shall hear it 42076|For the voice of their own voice has ever been whispering it. 42076|Of all the trees I ever saw 42076|The wild maple stands alone 42076|At the top of the forest tree, 42076|A thing for worship only. 42076|Not much its shade adorning, 42076|It gives no gracious shade 42076|To the lonely nest of the robin 42076|Where his lone wife had been laid. 42076|The wind among the branches, 42076|It rustled not the leaves, 42076|And no one came to look on 42076|The lone and lonely nest. 42076|The wild card brings it flowers, 42076|It does not weep or sigh, 42076|As a thing for worship only 42076|Where the wild red maple grows. 42076|And so if I come to-morrow 42076|To see the wild maple 42076|I will place a humble offering 42076|Of flowers that never fade, 42076|And take this to heart,--myself 42076|Will go to see the nest. 42076|The lonesome watch I keep 42076|Every night,--or so I think, 42076|But when I enter it, 42076|All is so still and drear. 42076|When I come in to-morrow 42076|I shall find the old room, 42076|Where the old man used to sleep 42076|With his gray head at my knee. 42076|Oh, many a time and oft 42076|I longed for his return; 42076|But the old dream came in 42076|And the old dream stayed away. 42076|I wish I knew the old way 42076|To get him back again,-- 42076|To climb upon his back and 42076|Hold him close and kiss 42076|His hair and kiss and kiss. 42076|I wish, to make him come 42076|Back to ======================================== SAMPLE 9400 ======================================== 14757|And the little birds of the bush, 14757|All of them came fluting past, 14757|Tapping at my window-pane. 14757|I did not know what to make of them, 14757|Excepting one little bush of cuckoo-flowers, 14757|Flushing the air with fragrance and song. 14757|They said, "We love you, little Lady Flowers, 14757|They call you such sweet things; can you be 14757|The Princess that we all hope to be?" 14757|And I answered them, "I can be neither, 14757|But I love you, and pray you pray me." 14757|And they said, "Even so, little Lady Flowers," 14757|And "Pray once more," for their voices were so sweet; 14757|And the cuckoo-flowers shook their drowsy petals 14757|And sank to rest in their silken pillows of snow. 14757|I remember the days when I was just a little boy, 14757|The dear, dear days when I was just last week. 14757|The little ones round my knee, 14757|Their laughter in their ears, 14757|Their joy beyond belief! 14757|How could I have been blind, little fellow, to fall in love 14757|With the dear things I saw and felt and knew! 14757|_I am so tired._ 14757|We never spoke of life before we fell in love; 14757|I shivered in the fire without a word, 14757|With cold water dripping from the palms beside; 14757|The fire burned bright in the ashes of our home; 14757|We stood beyond the sunset like a dream. 14757|All the great world seemed nothing, and the least of us; 14757|All the little bygone years were naught. 14757|We walked side by side and kept no sign 14757|Between our cold lips as night grew deep. 14757|And now we are parted by the silent gate. 14757|Though I would spare you (miseries are told!) 14757|Life is not fair without love's crimson thread, 14757|And though the flowers are dead that once grew by 14757|The two who love the midnight skies 14757|Haply may bear in memory, 14757|Through every changing season, 14757|The memories of you, my dear. 14757|We were too pure and peaceful for the love of man, 14757|So we worshipped at the shrine of Venus; 14757|We could not understand the clamorous lips that cried 14757|And the wings that flew across the dusk, 14757|For Love was the god who made our life divine, 14757|And Venus the angel, Love, the bride. 14757|We were too pure and peaceful for the cares that crowd 14757|The paths of life, where Love in ecstasy rides, 14757|Where Love stands to greet him every stranger comes, 14757|That passes is Love's altar fair. 14757|There are hearts that find Love in a thousand ways: 14757|He wears you still as a crown or a wreath; 14757|But we were too pure and peaceful for the cares 14757|That crowd the pathways of the heart, 14757|And we are parted by the silent gate. 14757|The road to be, we had no choice of where we went, 14757|The night has no wings to take us over the sky; 14757|The night is a giant sleuth-hound with a pole 14757|And a great black kitten slumbering in its claws. 14757|But we knew that we were coming and we whispered it 'fore we 14757|stayed; 14757|And the roads are like mountains; we just see them grow 14757|To be giants of the night, and they fly and follow and 14757|fight 14757|For a place, and sometimes they fall and break and lie 14757|And get forgotten utterly, the night and the day 14757|The world is all love, and our love is all the war. 14757|As I lay in my bed on the pavement of Lime Street, 14757|All the sudden there came a murmur of drums, 14757|The night was marching to a concert down Lime Street. 14757|The music was playing a concert to be; 14757|It was like someone in a dream 14757|Of carnival gone ======================================== SAMPLE 9410 ======================================== 3650|And the lily at my feet with the blossom 3650|And the rose of the garden. 3650|I am the flower 3650|That turns to your kiss 3650|On the mouth of a friend-- 3650|The rose of a foe. 3650|Love loves me not-- 3650|The lily my queen-- 3650|I am the rose 3650|That loves you not-- 3650|Love loves me not-- 3650|I am the rose 3650|That loves you not 3650|'Tis a gory kiss 3650|That kills the foe-- 3650|And no flower could die 3650|That's a rose-- 3650|But there was a rose 3650|And he died 3650|I will grow in a green moonbeam, 3650|And I'll think she is not dead, 3650|But in bright moonlight sleeping, 3650|I will grow and I'll be fair. 3650|I will grow in a green moonbeam, 3650|And I'll think all the time she is not dead, 3650|And all the world as one fair night 3650|Will float and cease from my breast. 3650|I will grow in a green moonbeam, 3650|And I'll think life has but one charm, 3650|And beauty flies into my heart, 3650|And my soul is a new moonbeam. 3650|I will grow in a green moonbeam, 3650|And I'll think one look, when it's o'er, 3650|Will make the sun grow red like wine, 3650|With rosy mouth to kiss. 3650|I will grow in a green moonbeam, 3650|And I'll think life has but one charm, 3650|And beauty flies into my soul, 3650|And beauty's its own cage. 3650|I'll grow in a green moonbeam, 3650|Till, like the ruddy wine, 3650|I'd make this life-full day, 3650|The brightest aureole 3650|And the wisest hour. 3650|I'll grow in a green moonbeam, 3650|And I'LL think I'm fair 3650|But I was born for flowers. 3650|I'll grow in a green moonbeam, 3650|And I'll grow like a flower, 3650|And I will never grow old. 3650|I'll grow in a green moonbeam, 3650|Till time shall bring him, too, 3650|The white-foot in my heart, 3650|And I shall know her sweet, 3650|My love who died for me. 3650|The summer night is grey, and all the wind is still, 3650|And not a breath is whispering to the darkling grass, 3650|And not a flower bud is alive to tell the tale, 3650|And not one bird is babbling to the sky, 3650|But is busy with his dreams, o'er the dusky stream. 3650|Is she asleep on the grass, the hill-ewate tree, 3650|Or is she slipping away from out the cold, 3650|Underneath the bough of the fern-leaves green, 3650|Where the wild flowers sing in the moonlit air? 3650|The light of earth grows stiller and deadlier by miles, 3650|The dark is like the grave, and a hush by the gates, 3650|Where no foot seems to stir, where no foot looks back, 3650|Save a breath of silence that draw his breath again. 3650|He sleeps, and dreams not, and it is not the death, 3650|He cannot die, although he lie dead in the cold; 3650|He could not live another day, he would not die, 3650|Though he had lived twelve, but he had dream twelve years. 3650|She sleeps, and sings not, and her song is a song of light, 3650|In a little blue-bird-bellowing hollow of her heart; 3650|All the days are like young flowers in May-time, they say, 3650|All the nights are like a long May-night, they say, 3650|And she will listen for her husband's feet at the gate. 3650|And her eyes will glisten, will sparkle, will tremble, when ======================================== SAMPLE 9420 ======================================== 30332|Wise men of God, and men of earth 30332|Took heed, and gathered all their faith 30332|To pray to one who should come near 30332|To save them in that great despair. 30332|But, when they came to him, the King 30332|Went first by the young man's side, 30332|And took the hand of that poor dame 30332|Who at his bidding had been brought 30332|Unto his city; then bespake 30332|The trembling child, and said, "O child, 30332|Behold my son! I am the man 30332|Who, as his hand hath brought thee here, 30332|Would fain have loosed thee from this clod 30332|And given thee a goodly work to do." 30332|Then, rising suddenly as he sat, 30332|With all his manhood he looked up, 30332|And in the child's eyes the gleam 30332|Of all the wonder of his face 30332|Fell on him without a word, 30332|And all that woe and weary woe 30332|Was wiped away in sweet surprise. 30332|Then cried the King upon the King, 30332|Saying, "O blessed God, behold 30332|Thy own beloved child, thou King! 30332|Thine eyes have seen the mighty gain 30332|Of thy great soul, and thy fair hand 30332|Has brought him in this kingdom strong 30332|Unto thy pleasure and thy pride." 30332|But in the King's eyes a wistful light, 30332|Of hope that made him all aghast 30332|With terror, fell, and in his breast 30332|Flowed the great grief that was his own. 30332|Then, taking up the hand of one 30332|Who had a brother slain thereby, 30332|He said, "O young man, the son of thine, 30332|I know thee as a beautiful maid, 30332|With eyes so full of love and bliss, 30332|Thou hast gone forth to meet thy death. 30332|And now this thought in my glad heart wakes 30332|A little grief, and I can bring 30332|This sorrow to a little ear." 30332|Then said the King, and, lifting to heaven 30332|Their blessed God, the child did kneel. 30332|"And if, my son, thou dost not well, 30332|Yet hast thou done with grief and rage, 30332|And all the wonder and all bliss 30332|That this sad world hath to give away, 30332|And all the joy of life and love 30332|And light of life, and all the bliss 30332|Of the world's wide wonder shall be mine 30332|Unto mine age; but that thou wert slain 30332|Hath changed me for a surer heart, 30332|That hath the power to change the world." 30332|He raised his hand to heaven and spake, 30332|But with a sigh his voice broke forth: 30332|"O God, that all this joy should be 30332|As well as life and hope and love! 30332|Thou wert to me an endless grief 30332|And bitter pain, in that I met 30332|Thy only friend in this last throe 30332|I know not whither to return. 30332|To live, to hope, and love! to bear 30332|The world's cold burden and to weep 30332|All joy away, and find the end 30332|Of life, the greatest work of God 30332|Were worth the pains and tears thereof. 30332|And this, alas, is life indeed. 30332|Thou wert a mighty monster born 30332|To slay and mar me at my birth: 30332|I would not see thy face, O God, 30332|Because to me the sight was death. 30332|And so I turn from thee, whene'er 30332|I meet thy people, evermore, 30332|And do my best to keep apart 30332|From all the crowd; for then I know 30332|Thou wilt not let me love thee more, 30332|Or live the happiest days of life. 30332|O thou too great, O Lord of all, 30332|O God, that thou ======================================== SAMPLE 9430 ======================================== 24269|To thy friend then answer me, and tell 24269|Who is my brother? for of many a name 24269|I have him not, who for the most part lies 24269|Unburied hitherto, but old Eurithy'ne 24269|And Phyloedein, mighty warriors both, 24269|Wrought no infatuation on my son, 24269|Yet he will yet make me sorrow much. 24269|Achilles! (for we all love to hear 24269|Of past events and of present woes 24269|In the return of ancient friends) forbear. 24269|I would have it much regret on their part 24269|That our own house, which we have with the Gods, 24269|Should be so ill-taught, so unfit for men, 24269|That from their courts the haughty suitors snatch 24269|From us all joy and pleasure to themselves, 24269|While they, the friends and guardians of the Gods, 24269|But with the men take no account of joys 24269|Or griefs attendant on our people here. 24269|But, as the son, of his own parents begets 24269|A band of fond acquaintances, even so 24269|The son, in his own house, shall have his house, 24269|My house, and I will cherish him with due 24269|Attention; for to thee is such a favour 24269|Permitted, that he by thee shall be esteemed, 24269|And thy affection is esteemed thy wealth, 24269|So that he shall be well supplied with all 24269|That human wisdom can desire; so will 24269|We fare, if indeed we visit this isle, 24269|And we shall find, if this voyage shall prove 24269|Perform'd, many dangers before us be 24269|That we are dreadfully apprehensive. 24269|If, then, we should explore it, and learn 24269|The tale of our distress, and then return, 24269|Our house in ruin, my son, my only son, 24269|Who, till now, hath suffered from a fatal wound, 24269|With a huge boulder shall our head maintain, 24269|A huge boulder to support the weight of me; 24269|But of such fear my soul is constrained. 24269|To whom Telemachus, discrete, replied. 24269|Well then, my father! let that be as thou say'st, 24269|But, meantime, let me at least be shown 24269|The house of one who can the things describe, 24269|And who I may be. I will be glad to hear, 24269|Or, if thou wilt, I will not say the least. 24269|To whom Ulysses, discrete, replied. 24269|I grant thy suit, my son! it is thy will. 24269|I will, and I will do well that thou refrain. 24269|Me I shall see gladly, if thou, my son, 24269|Shalt be not quite despatchless. But if thou 24269|Deem that thou canst escape the perils of 24269|The deep, and come, as thou art wont, to rest, 24269|I will make known to thee how thy suit is made. 24269|He said; then from Ulysses, discrete, drew 24269|A huge boulder, which Ulysses lifted up, 24269|And with his scrip, and o'er his shoulder laid 24269|A flitch of ox's skin, the others all beside 24269|Of which, a cloak and shirt, he dowered, not mean 24269|In size, but of a work most excellent. 24269|Then he himself to Pallas, Goddess huge, 24269|Address'd her, and to the powers inferior 24269|Advance'd thus. Goddess! guard my journey home! 24269|And if some god, either mighty or sublime 24269|As thou art, with whose omnipotence I strife, 24269|Will lend thy care, that I may find a rest 24269|Sufficient for the wearied head, then stay 24269|Still with me, and our house may be the same 24269|As when thou went'st there. We of the house 24269|Shall be thy guardians; but (though thou wilt not) 24269|Nor with a sword of brass shalt thou be smitten. 24269 ======================================== SAMPLE 9440 ======================================== 3698|Of those who, having felt the world of man 3698|To-day, as we have felt it, all-a-day, 3698|Can find the world a house of their congenial; 3698|And those with whom the world has long been hurl'd 3698|From out its hollow shells, its mouldering caves, 3698|Its barren wastes, and waste lands, by mere want, 3698|Have left their names, in languages and in books, 3698|A permanent record, though obscure, 3698|Of the poor brute-man, from whose black clay, 3698|Like him of Babylon, they had sought for peace. 3698|What if, after ages, the man of toil, 3698|Whose hard life put him wholly to the toil, 3698|And on it all his days had a delight, 3698|Shall, through the glory of his heavenly powers, 3698|Be now remembered in the names of those 3698|Who, in the world's great silence, now shall make 3698|The memory of him of whom, in days 3698|That are distant, so the man of glorious deeds 3698|And high achievement, all things written as dead, 3698|Shall die in the remembrance of the world. 3698|In the first world, that is more real than this, 3698|All that we read, all that we see, is real, 3698|And I shall learn this truth. Our world is real, 3698|But our knowledge is not, and is not known, 3698|Unless to an instant, and alone, and remote. 3698|The man who lived in the first world, who strove 3698|For the highest good, which lives in first things, 3698|Worshiped God, he worshipped Him in that world, 3698|And found his light of thought and action too bright 3698|For his eyes, and too bright, for his imagination, 3698|And with such fervent ardour put on the power 3698|Of his desire to uplift the poor man's lot 3698|That God's own ways were changed by him into realms 3698|In which the very earth began to feel, 3698|With her own breath, and, in her self-same air, 3698|A death-chamber, where the patient body lay 3698|With its life's blood washed from her, in her own hand, 3698|For him to lay upon it in the light 3698|Of some new life. Nor did he find in that, 3698|Nor any but, in that low body and bare 3698|And savage nature, a greater light for worship 3698|Than all the light that over the world-wide sea 3698|Or sun-barrier streams, the sun itself of God. 3698|He saw not in the world what lay beyond it 3698|As pure and visible, if not as near, 3698|As so many lives, the life of love and truth and right. 3698|The man of this world did not all-a-day 3698|Grow and unfold the beauty of his life, 3698|Nor at half-year's weary leaving it, 3698|Did he, during one whole month, do what he would, 3698|Or at a very last, ere another sun 3698|Was toiling low to burn his little bark 3698|In the green deeps of the deep-sea, or his ship 3698|Passing the Cape of Hope on its dark way 3698|Between the islands which to earth-deceit 3698|Or doubt of aught but ill-fame this outward bound 3698|Or far beyond, with its false promises 3698|And all-important toils, all-perceiving eyes 3698|To the great life which seemed thus all his life, 3698|Wish'd and hoped that he might with his true strength 3698|In some new sphere of being the full truth find-- 3698|The life of God, and that fair life his chief 3698|And only happiness. For what is man? 3698|His heart, his outlook, and his soul's aim 3698|Are the same things, though man's compassions vary 3698|In shape, or colour, or rank, with the meanest brute, 3698|Though all man's nature be: and from these, 3698|Each straining ======================================== SAMPLE 9450 ======================================== Away on a lonely road 30672|A wayfarer went, and when one night 30672|A storm arose the clouds grew black; 30672|So off to her I turned my face, 30672|Gave heed to the ravages of night, 30672|And found a shelter and a rest; 30672|Still to the ravages of night-- 30672|The cruel storms and bitter winds 30672|That sweep the mountains to and fro 30672|And sweep me too, and rend my soul. 30672|But still with grief and loss to vex me 30672|I go--for then life's course is run; 30672|And when my course is ended 30672|What can be said or done 30672|But in the name of all the dead-- 30672|The blood-stained names they wrote on wood? 30672|But still with grief and loss to vex me 30672|I go, and when I come again 30672|My path is changed, for I must seek 30672|Some other way, or none at all; 30672|And when I come again, in spite 30672|Of grief and loss, what can I say, 30672|But that my steps were wrong, or right, 30672|Or both in vain--therein may lie 30672|Some tale of grief and grief and pain-- 30672|And oft I walk upon the land 30672|That, as it seemed, would hide my lot, 30672|And oft I turn and walk among 30672|Trees that are bare as they might fill 30672|With every change of winds that blow 30672|Over death's dark waters o'er the dead. 30672|Oh! to be gone from where I love! 30672|I saw that land a-waving afar, 30672|And was glad it seemed; but when I had gone 30672|Away from it for a while away, 30672|It seemed like some new land which did smile 30672|On me with all her beauty and sound; 30672|But then again it seemed the more, 30672|Like a new land to be, and yet strange 30672|To be more strange when like it was, 30672|Or else more dark than black for being so. 30672|But when my hand once more I took 30672|And to the land turned as I was turned, 30672|The face of it no longer seemed strange, 30672|Though far removed from what it was before, 30672|But even the beauty and sound of it, 30672|And yet the landscape still was there, 30672|And that which was the strange and strangeest 30672|Of all the scenes of all the skies I knew 30672|Was but as a strange land to a man made. 30672|Oh! is it true that love is more, 30672|Though more than lands as far away, 30672|And yet as strange as strange, or less 30672|Even as strange hearts are on the strand? 30672|For love is like the dawning of dawn, 30672|It comes as sudden as the morning, 30672|It lies as still as sleep is deep, 30672|It lifts and sets as noontide light, 30672|But ever leaves behind that bloom 30672|Of all that youth's young eyes behold, 30672|Of all that beauty's world and heart 30672|Upon love's land and though their eyes 30672|Were not the world's nor heart's nor sky, 30672|They were the very land and light. 30672|I had come here by the road I knew 30672|In my last sickness for to rest, 30672|And I could see the spot with pride, 30672|But the spot was not what I sought. 30672|And once a day they went to pray 30672|In a little church that is poor, 30672|When the dawn had come and the night 30672|Lent its veil over hill and field 30672|While the hour-gladsome day was green, 30672|And all around the country-side 30672|Lay the sound of singing birds 30672|And the air was full of a breath 30672|Of that very sunshine and dew. 30672|The morning sun shone on them well, 30672|It shone upon the church on high 30672|That keeps a watch upon the way 30672|And the road that goes up from the ======================================== SAMPLE 9460 ======================================== 28591|Or with a soul so full of light and love, 28591|And with a spirit so pure and well, 28591|I could not wish thy love more bright. 28591|To think that I the heart have lost, 28591|That thy love's full meaning have been rent 28591|By the rude stroke that tore my own. 28591|My heart to thine was dim as day, 28591|When first thy presence daunted me, 28591|And I, as if to make amends, 28591|My sorrow turned to pleasure; 28591|Then, from thy look the smile returned, 28591|And my wild pain with relief, 28591|Till I was borne away with thee-- 28591|A moment did it seem--then flew. 28591|My life is very sad to tell, 28591|My heart is as a dead vessel bound, 28591|Bound to the shore where sorrow lies; 28591|And yet from this sad truth we know, 28591|The sea is not more deep or rude. 28591|Love, thou art longing for the sun, 28591|That on thy heart does never set; 28591|And if thy longing thou dost win 28591|Who can deny thy heart its need! 28591|Still from thy love thou dost disown 28591|The trouble thou dost live alone, 28591|Lest my heart thy love should know the pain-- 28591|Why I must yet my presence miss; 28591|For Love doth never can grow weary, 28591|And he is old when he doth miss thee. 28591|Thou art not dead, and yet thou art not near; 28591|Thou art not toiling for earth or heaven; 28591|Thou hast still time to bid thy soul good-bye; 28591|For thou art smiling at the task that seems 28591|Yet to thyself it seems less to thee. 28591|What wilt thou do? What choice arise? 28591|See! all around the grassy hill, 28591|The white mist rises and is gone; 28591|A moment, and the clouds will rest, 28591|And no more shall we be here. 28591|But on the hill you'll still behold 28591|A little band of people stay 28591|That pass like a restless wave; 28591|You'll hear, and see--but cannot see-- 28591|The path that leads the way to you. 28591|Oh, I would I were with those who've heard 28591|The sigh that trembles so, 28591|Those silent who have stood around 28591|The grassy hill, the white mist rise! 28591|The path, the way, they cannot tell, 28591|Nor any one save God decide. 28591|For the suns have set, and twilight's come 28591|With its dark shades of gray; 28591|And the day's bright life is all gone, 28591|For Heaven stands not near. 28591|Yet I must still be patient then 28591|With all who wait alone, 28591|Ere I am with them who have waited, 28591|Who have not seen, nor heard, 28591|And the path once made, I may not trace 28591|Which led me out where they could not find. 28591|Yet why should I repine and grieve; 28591|I know my place is here; 28591|And they whose time is now must be 28591|Wise to be wise at last. 28591|As on the path I wander ever, 28591|I'd give my breath and life, 28591|If I but know my task must be 28591|Only as God hath willed. 28591|For to the end I'd venture then; 28591|But 'tis not worth the rest; 28591|And if this life can ever be 28591|Best of all the worlds below, 28591|Then know I, if I live my day, 28591|Then know I I was born for death. 28591|"You've gone astray, my dearest child!" 28591|So many mothers have we known 28591|With fearful, agonizing tears, 28591|Sought for consolation in these; 28591|And found them but to bring despair. 28591|You have gone astray, my dearest child! 28591|Ah, but ======================================== SAMPLE 9470 ======================================== 24869|When these his words have spoken, 24869|And my true Lord has spoken, 24869|The Gods, the air and earth shall shake 24869|As with the voice of Rávaṇ(988) 24869|Each mountain tree shall shatter. 24869|And he who sits no longer 24869|Must bear a monster’s part. 24869|Hence, for the glory of the lord 24869|Whom Fate has made to fear; 24869|To each, that he may dare to win 24869|The glory and the power, 24869|His brother for his arm supply, 24869|And, at his word, let all depart.” 24869|Thus spake the reverend sage 24869|And in many a solemn tone 24869|Spoke of his speech at length, 24869|When darkness had veiled the sky. 24869|With trembling limbs on limbs 24869|He moved away, each in his proper sphere, 24869|And came to meet the chieftain, 24869|When at each door in wrath 24869|A warrior came to tell: 24869|“Now, Sítá, hear what I shall say 24869|Unto thy brother, Ráma, now 24869|That none may doubt my word, 24869|Since mine eyes have seen the shade 24869|Of my dear Lord, and beheld, 24869|The wisest there I found, 24869|A glorious counsellor. 24869|Let all the Rákshas host 24869|In silence keep, and still, 24869|Till he, returning from the fight, 24869|Shall bring thee thine image to thy heart. 24869|Let us, with every prayer, 24869|Seal the great heart I have: 24869|So shalt thou see again 24869|Thy Rákshas foe, thy brother, slain, 24869|And Sítá, well content, 24869|Thee, Lakshmaṇ, and thy Sítá, too, 24869|In token of our love and pride, 24869|With ave hore and ample foyer, 24869|Three store-house towers on towers 24869|And four, a noble palace, wait 24869|On Raghu’s son the mightiest: 24869|And this high palace to choose, 24869|Thou to the world shalt tell: 24869|Where he, with Ráma, rests his head, 24869|With his devoted sons, 24869|And the two Rákshas chiefs shall dwell.” 24869|He spoke, and Sítá’s head 24869|Upon her bosom, breathed 24869|Softly the word she gave, 24869|“O Lakshmaṇ, I have seen 24869|His face, in all his glory, 24869|And I would give my life, 24869|Though this fair town and fair 24869|With warring foes were fated, 24869|If thou wouldst guide the foeman’s car.” 24869|With joy she heard the hero, 24869|Keen longing to obey, 24869|To Sítá bent and kind 24869|And fondly near her stood, 24869|And thus she thus addressed: 24869|“Hail, dear lady, come with me. 24869|The task I have proposed, 24869|As thou hast well requested, 24869|Thou hast the gift prepared 24869|To give my lord the brave. 24869|But stay: I long to see 24869|My brother Lakshmaṇ home, 24869|And hear the news that he, 24869|Though strong and valiant, can, 24869|As thou hast kindly told me, 24869|No power can overthrow: 24869|Go, on thy journey bent, 24869|And bid thy husband take 24869|My presence, for I know 24869|Thy longing is for me. 24869|Come as my promise bids 24869|All other wants relieve, 24869|And bid thy husband’s ears 24869|To Sítá’s side repair. 24869|If thou, O Sítá dear, 24869|Delight to leave me still 24869|I cannot, so I ======================================== SAMPLE 9480 ======================================== 1287|And every soul should share with others 1287|The wealth of the vast earth. 1287|If the heart be able, 1287|Then the voice excels, 1287|And to the whole world 'tis listen'd the best; 1287|Each one to the good alone belongs, 1287|Each is the master of himself. 1287|To the one only, 1287|He the bond is keeping, 1287|The world he's making, 1287|Only with joy can he live and rejoice. 1287|He can be the one, nor knows he 1287|But for the other where he will. 1287|He who is loving, 1287|Freed from sorrow, 1287|In his heart can unite in joyous strife. 1287|For the good alone is joyous strife, 1287|And is with God's life the heart. 1287|THE WORLD (in a dream). 1287|Thou who dost fill the world with joy, 1287|Why forsooth thy breath should be dead; 1287|And, at every moment, think there are 1287|More still to think, in gloom and rain; 1287|And, when ever the world is glad, 1287|That the heart will feel the more thereon; 1287|And when storms of bitter ill come 1287|And the world is always in dread, 1287|And the world is always in fear. 1287|How can the heart to thee be true 1287|Who know'st what's best for all men here! 1287|The world is ever in danger: 1287|The world can never be happy; 1287|'Tis the heart, the hand, the heart alone 1287|Can know the best it does or say. 1287|THERE was a man once living now, 1287|Living by the river side; 1287|His house lay in a spot most goodly, 1287|With many a bird and beast 1287|Drawn by the mazy river current; 1287|The horses of his old age 1287|Went up and down on either hand 1287|To fetch the stream their life entailed,-- 1287|When the last river was at rest 1287|This man went back into his own 1287|And found his lonely dwelling-place 1287|Was full of birds that no man knows, 1287|And beasts, and people. 1287|"If I were a bird--Ah me! 1287|I might escape from this place 1287|With my old man, I think. 1287|I hope, it must be thus, I see. 1287|I wish to the earth, then fly 1287|To it with him; I hope to see 1287|The earth in a lovely state." 1287|Now was the day of his parting, 1287|He stood upon the bridge 1287|On the old bridge, by the stream, 1287|And from that place with troubled heart 1287|An old man took his way. 1287|The man went in and out; 1287|At last he came to the shore, 1287|In a boat with wood he stood.-- 1287|"I knew you, old man!" cried he. 1287|"How did my comrade die? 1287|I went, and came back to-day. 1287|My friend was in his grave; 1287|I took his house and land 1287|And now I'm here alone. 1287|The world is all unknown, 1287|But this is now known to me; 1287|If I should have to live so far 1287|I should not know, you think, 1287|How far I am from thee." 1287|He was the last of all mankind, 1287|That he was still alive. 1287|And in the grave they laid him, 1287|'Neath the tree of life, 1287|And they told him: "The earth has been 1287|For him, a cradle." 1287|Then upon the grave they laid him, 1287|They knew he was there, 1287|For they had found his old man, 1287|And they knew that he was dead 1287|And lying there in silence, 1287|The boy then raised his voice, 1287|And cried: "Woe to him who dares ======================================== SAMPLE 9490 ======================================== 16452|(Where, like the earth in summer, is a grove,) 16452|Where the earth-maiden, on the side that rolls, 16452|Sleeps, and the grove in her embracing arms 16452|Bathes her to healthful repose. 16452|But these two there never so abase 16452|Their arms, or on their limbs their limbs assail, 16452|As they in that contest; for each hath one 16452|Chariot for herself, and in the chariot's connet 16452|The chariot is an arm, while they alone 16452|Drive by on steeds. At once my sight survey-- 16452|They go, but where they stand I cannot see. 16452|Thus, at the onset of Achilles they 16452|Spurred, but he with ease the steeds upstayed. 16452|Now were the Trojans all, by Phoebus led, 16452|To battle; in silence all were gathered all, 16452|And there Achilles, at the onset sprang. 16452|His buckler, which the Grecians' shield he smote 16452|With that broad shield that erst Achilles bore, 16452|And yet he smote not, but the brazen head 16452|He smote of Scamander, who was not blind 16452|To any of his godlike country's charms, 16452|For in his hand the head he held o'erwrought 16452|By many a Trojan Trojan warrior slain. 16452|Then, as was said, Achilles with his spear 16452|Achilles smote full on the forehead, that 16452|From the head's head the lance struck not, but the neck; 16452|Then took his shield, and in the middle bore 16452|His brazen buckler by him side. At once 16452|Each turning in his turn aloft, they view'd 16452|His twofold shield, and to the earth staggered all. 16452|Then, thus addressing, he to their arms retired 16452|With joy, and in the van of the loud onset 16452|Stood by, while Hector urged his comrades on. 16452|But when the Greeks, in dread approach of death, 16452|Suspended him, a lofty turret-crest 16452|He took, which his dear friend Patroclus bore, 16452|That it might be his shield; it held him then 16452|With softest hair unshrinking, and, securely 16452|Fast-fitting, his bright armor's buckler bound. 16452|To Phylace then and Lydaïs next 16452|Apollo, Goddess-born, Phœbus spake, and said. 16452|Hence to Lydaïs send my message-beam, 16452|(For all he says is truth); thyself, O Chief! 16452|Advise my people if they would abstain 16452|From combat. If the Phokians should engage 16452|With Hector, with themselves in harmony 16452|Would make the fight; nor could the warrior, though 16452|By Phoebus' side, himself be deemed a weak 16452|And a disheartened man, who might attack 16452|But not prevail, but should, perchance, be sent 16452|Even without his arms, his friend by whom 16452|We two became united in the fields. 16452|And I will send, for this thy message-beam, 16452|A noble maid, to be the city-guard 16452|Of Phylace; send my request to her, 16452|Her parents' heirs, that she to fight contend. 16452|He said, and Hector, moving to the fight, 16452|Bore on a lofty bench the maiden forth. 16452|A maiden; the Phokians deemed, when they heard 16452|That youth such as Hector would contend, 16452|A maiden. The Trojans answered, yea, 16452|And many a Trojan warrior answered near 16452|In turn, the maiden and the youth to join 16452|Both of them in a council; some approved 16452|Of gentle birth, and some called back to Troy 16452|To avenge some losses on some Phokian Chief 16452|And to avenge their own: the latter spake, 16452|But Hector heard, and thus;—Not so, I stress 16452|My ======================================== SAMPLE 9500 ======================================== 1745|Forswearing all, and now in other wise aduffe 1745|Vnder the fomynable sea: As when by night 1745|A troop of natiuous Spirits rolleth fold, 1745|In pallid all, and flying evermore. 1745|So many waves with one short sted, they fled 1745|Unseen, till in small order Palamone 1745|Came ducking beneath a bark of trees, 1745|And with his Daucci all on board together 1745|Stood silent, nor passed their appointed haunt, 1745|That in the midst a cavern, hid from view 1745|By a smooth bank, with pleasant shade and green, 1745|Meetly they daweling seemed, and fed 1745|On squid into Eoyalty, and snuff. 1745|They made that cave, and with large wholsome fish 1745|Forthwith came Iape and Antiphus, two kings 1745|Sauterne of tayle: with them came the dredde 1745|Leoninus, the pater, Pacheco, and the rest 1745|The salt Peloponnesian Islands farr. 1745|From the cave they passd into a watry nook, 1745|Where dwelld the good Dacotahs, two brethren bold, 1745|Whom of Sipamatalus the worde got, 1745|That they should rule the fertile land, and I 1745|And all this sylver valley, over against 1745|The mouth of Midland sea they brought; whose mouth 1745|Midway the ocean divides. Now when they 1745|Underneath this bank had come, they kept they row, 1745|But towre the wide deep came on more nigh, 1745|And there they stayed not, but the land upstood 1745|On all parts, and amongst the cristal woods 1745|Stabled themselves, but left the deep-born floods 1745|To swim: from whence it seemd they had no land. 1745|Ofttimes the shadowing thick cloud cast a shadow, 1745|And oft rolled forth from under their feet 1745|Rais'd with rain and driving smoak into air 1745|A plaine tempestuous rolling flood, and these, 1745|Like as they stood, seemd to drop from the sun 1745|Into the sea, bathed in raine so drery; 1745|With all their weight they seemd to sink down, 1745|Or keep balance in their ernest bowres; 1745|But he when he had chilled their eyn, and had quenchd 1745|The dulcet dulcet of their inward fire, 1745|Return'd them to the vernal Orde: thus they, 1745|Unharmed, returned into the sacred Deep. 1745|But when into the river-head of Heav'n 1745|They that had passd the flood, and watrie shapes 1745|Had left of men or beast, and watiers came 1745|After them, then with pitying look they viewd 1745|Those shades, and thus the Generall spake: 1745|Ye well-belov'd, well-compos'd Unitres, 1745|My words attend, who thus have sadly sung 1745|Your peaceful lives, and final ruin sightd 1745|So late, and left unmann'd on either side 1745|Of Heav'ns inevitable fight, a prey 1745|To fowls unnumberd, and the wafting winds 1745|To wandering waines; which, if ye fear, still shade 1745|Your habitation, safe though ye not rule 1745|The dismal parts of Heav'ns unhallowt top, 1745|Offering for forgiroll and unsearch'd gloom 1745|To your companions, those tenursed orbs 1745|That in perpetual conflict keep thir tune, 1745|In toughest ore, in flinty gravel bedewd, 1745|By dire DESSAIN and Maugre thir rood: 1745|So ye, whose faithful coracles are run 1745|By force unlookt for, and the watry snare 1745|Locked in his vault, and under the ground 1745|Where he ne may be found, shall with ======================================== SAMPLE 9510 ======================================== 19|Hark! a heavy shower from the water comes, 19|Hush! my children, do not hear! an evil thing, 19|The splashing of waters on rock and tree! 19|A mighty hand, like the closing of a door, 19|Hides itself in the showers! It is a Power 19|That prevents the entrance of sunlight, and shuts 19|Out light from inside the darkened eyes! 19|From his hiding place, the Sun descended 19|Whence had risen the Darkness, and shut out light. 19|And those bright angels, that once shone in light, 19|Are now dark, and hovering o'er him dark and vast. 19|Hark! the Voice of God is in the falling showers, 19|Verse of Old Age is written in Light, 19|In the music of the rain, is heard clearly! 19|Out of the Darkness comes clearly to the sight 19|Beatitude, Mystery and Holy Spirit. 19|It is a Voice from darkness, weeping and loud. 19|Out of the darkness comes healing and hope 19|In Jesus, the Light of Light--the Christ! 19|For the Christ is all righteousness-- 19|The Christ of the living loves 19|And forgiving Lightens not! 19|In the darkness no light is! 19|But in bright splendor he comes, 19|The light of love the living, the Light of Love and Light! 19|The darkness is the veil of God's great mercy! 19|The shadows of His hand 19|Wound round us day and night; 19|But ever the pure in heart 19|See the great Light of day! 19|There is no darkness under the sun, 19|Not in heaven, not on earth-- 19|The only thing that is dark, 19|The only shade to which we tread, 19|The only darkness that is great, 19|Is God himself, our Maker. 19|The very shadows of His hand 19|Are nothing to the Light; 19|They are but the shadows of the Tree, 19|Because He made them so! 19|So the shadow of darkness dies 19|When all of darkness is fled; 19|But the glory of God's love exults 19|When all of God's splendor is in the Light. 19|O God of Lords! in the darkness why 19|Leave we the weakling's prayer? 19|Our prayer is but a weak voice that weeps, 19|The sorrow of the woe 19|Is more than all our tears and all our years 19|Of human sorrows and frailties. 19|The sorrow of our human years 19|Our hearts misused to wrong; 19|Our God is as much our God, but far-- 19|Our God is far, far away. 19|Who fears the Lord of Light, when it darkens 19|And brings to his presence the poor and blind? 19|Who dreads the Lord of Right, when it wrongs and persecutes 19|And drives from the world those who are truly Christian? 19|Behold now our hearts and foreheads, behold now 19|Each shadow that his darkness hides; 19|The Lord of Glory is the Lord of Light, 19|And the right, the Lord of Right. 19|O Christ of Light! the light of thy coming came 19|To save us all; to make our hearts lighter, 19|To make our souls all light as the summer-spark, 19|To teach us how to rejoice, to build us up, 19|To nurse us like our Mother Mary! 19|If thou be Christ the Light, 19|If thou be Christ the Right, 19|When the shadows of darkness pass 19|Into the glory of thy sight; 19|When the sin-tainted, sin-burdened hearts 19|Are comforted by thy still voice, 19|And the Saviour's own life is made 19|The worship of thy name; 19|The glory of thy coming falls, 19|The wrong of the world's wronging dies, 19|And we praise thee, sing thy praise, 19|In thee, O Christ the Light! 19|O Christ the Right! O Christ the Right! 19|Even as I sang before thee, 19|Even as I trust in thee, 19|O'er the wrong, the darkness brings 19|Of human error and chaos; 19|That to which all error clings 19|Is the perfect gift of ======================================== SAMPLE 9520 ======================================== 8672|They know the meaning of the words of old 8672|And will remember the words of them still. 8672|When at the door of Love they hear the tread 8672|Of footsteps past it in a curious path; 8672|They think they see the master of their fate; 8672|Hither at last returning to their beds. 8672|We are as one who, having long been dead, 8672|Is led to a most sweet sepulchre; 8672|So many times we come and go away, 8672|We do not hear one sorrowful word; 8672|Yet know that if we did our part we yet 8672|Should have good days in store for our dear child. 8672|'Tis strange the world can find no rest for us 8672|Who still are with them who go and those who stay; 8672|For though they shall not hear one plaintive word, 8672|We shall have days that will not end in woe, 8672|That last a season's grief and brings us tears. 8672|Then mourn, dear heart, and think how your departed May 8672|Tells night-time bells ringing in the forest-meadows. 8672|Now the old clock rings in my cottage 8672|And the morning skies are bright; 8672|And the green leaves dance above the door 8672|The white leaves round the tree. 8672|The birds come to the tree and sing 8672|The old clock's jingling song; 8672|The merry clock seems to chime 8672|With the world-worn wheels of rhyme. 8672|The white leaves drop, and all is still 8672|Till the frost-pin prickles die; 8672|And the chime that I can hear 8672|Sounded sweet when I was young. 8672|When I am young my memories 8672|Are not very long and clear; 8672|And then the chime of the clock 8672|Tells me time's sweet pace; 8672|When I am young my memories 8672|Are not very long and clear. 8672|When I'm old they fade away, 8672|The chimes of Christmas time, 8672|The songs of the happy days, 8672|And all sweet things I know; 8672|For when I'm old memories 8672|Will wander far away, 8672|And my heart will sing from me 8672|As I sing in my youth. 8672|I saw a little cloud in the sky 8672|At dawn come gently floating down; 8672|When I had put my hand into my pocket 8672|And my purse in its place, I cried, 8672|"Oh, little cloud, if thou wilt but speak, 8672|My lips my precious thoughts will take 8672|And think them things no tongue can tell, 8672|And tell me how we grew apart. 8672|"Oh, little cloud, if thoughts can be 8672|Such as thy mother would allow, 8672|Let my hands be handkerchiefs to take 8672|And cover me when I die. 8672|"The dew will fall softly on my head 8672|Till I'm laid on sleep's soft pillow, 8672|And then a little cloud will come 8672|And go to my shade again. 8672|"I'll be a beautiful thing of snow 8672|And leave the earth when morning comes, 8672|And when that sun shall come in his pride 8672|To his gay light my cloud will go. 8672|"I fear not cold nor heat, I fear not time, 8672|I fear not the time when shall I see; 8672|But I will be the little cloud for a sign 8672|That time will soon come that I'm gone." 8672|The little cloud I was proud of that day 8672|And glad of my home as I went along 8672|Till I had come to the place where I was meant 8672|To be sent to when that I was six. 8672|There all of a sudden that little cloud 8672|Broke from a cloud that had come to my door, 8672|And floating to my face went by, 8672|And all of my thoughts were of you and me. 8672|I knew now I could not come to you here, 8672|For it had come from ======================================== SAMPLE 9530 ======================================== 17393|But it's a sort of good place in the air 17393|For that." 17393|The other, his heart's own prize, 17393|His breathless face with pleasure filled, 17393|Shrinks down on the green-sward, 17393|And on my shoulder lies 17393|A little while, and then is gone. 17393|Now to have heard him, and then to have seen, 17393|The other to have known by word or look, 17393|Was quite another thing, 17393|And quite another thing. 17393|I heard him sigh, I saw him turn away, 17393|I could not understand what he would say, 17393|Or hear his last words, but I drew near 17393|And pressed my cheek against his hand as near, 17393|And said, "Thank God we are not here to die." 17393|And then I heard him smile; and then I saw 17393|Myself in the eyes of Death for the first time. 17393|This is his way of meeting me. 17393|The years have long since past, and the world is wide, 17393|And still the one thing He has everywhere 17393|Seems yet to prevail in the world of men-- 17393|Life in the world of men--and yet He's just 17393|One whose great heart still knows the secret life, 17393|Is still One who has lived in the life of men, 17393|And knows life, or e'en has known life, or loved life, 17393|And so is still one who has loved life or died. 17393|How shall one tell His world so long of His 17393|And its strange things? 17393|Alas! 't is but life at most, one sad and dark hour 17393|Of some great work through which Time's weary snake 17393|Hath clomb, been held in a world in pain, 17393|And which we vainly hope shall soon be past. 17393|But life is only life, and Death stands near, 17393|And has His share of life too, and is sad 17393|For ever with the very pain which He feels. 17393|I knew it all so well, when we were wed: 17393|That we shall walk out, with Time's snake between 17393|Our fingers, into a dark and hopeless night, 17393|And Time's slow snake yet nursing, and each breath 17393|And each new smile and farewell from you sealed-- 17393|Ah, I was wrong, I was blind too long, 17393|And I am but a soul to bear such shame, 17393|And all my joy and all my strength are vain! 17393|So now this little room, this room for Death, 17393|For Death, is all in vain. Time has his own way; 17393|We have this room for Time--how could we change? 17393|Life is the work for which the life we give 17393|Is made with tools unwieldy, vain, which Time 17393|In his own wrath must use for our weariness. 17393|This little room--what room is it for Nothing! 17393|This little room where the heart must work on 17393|In all the long days of Life, in all the gloom, 17393|The wan and empty foreheads of the dead, 17393|The pale and trembling faces, the white teeth grinding 17393|In the dull, dull flesh--for them we leave it bright. 17393|What for ourselves?--What for our children's sake, 17393|The silence that broke without our bidding, 17393|The love that must die or grow colder day, 17393|The faith that cannot kneel, the joy that quails, 17393|The hope of home, the dream of heaven above, 17393|The passion of life, the flame that lights up 17393|All the dark hours whereon we tremble so? 17393|We never should know it, never guess or dream 17393|The work that must have its own reward, 17393|The work we never shall know and not attain. 17393|And, oh, the little room, the little room 17393|Glad, bright, and narrow, and with walls so wide! 17393|This room for the work that we cannot see, 17393|The work that our thoughts never shall attune, 17393|The world ======================================== SAMPLE 9540 ======================================== 19221|To his dreary cabin turns her prow, 19221|While the night-winds through the dark-blue trees, 19221|Breathing balmy-tonk, fann'd the dark-blue sea. 19221|Ah, happy Mussel! how more white 19221|The evening star would shine had we 19221|A song to cheer us, and a charm to find; 19221|For thee, though but a bird to dream of, 19221|The nightingale is a sweet delight. 19221|My Captain, I cannot change the watch, 19221|Since we were becalmed, since we were dead; 19221|Though seas divide us, I would not change my lot 19221|With one that comes between us to be dry. 19221|In vain your gallantries and conquests, 19221|In vain those spoils that made you great; 19221|If Fortune, my Captain, let you go, 19221|My Captain, she will drive you out. 19221|What if your ship, on tacking, strike a reef, 19221|And leave you stranded on a sand! 19221|What if her poop you hack and heave 19221|Until you drown in port! 19221|Nothing will make your Captain ease; 19221|Nothing will drive him from you off!-- 19221|He'll just drop overboard and die. 19221|I have been told that if men would take 19221|The world as it is to-day, 19221|They could make _him_ happy, if only they 19221|Would treat him _equally_ with you. 19221|No! take your _leave_--at least take your _leave_-- 19221|For I, my Captain, am to blame; 19221|Since you took my ship, on turning round, 19221|And driving in the sun, you left me--gone. 19221|At dinner-time we were to sit apart, 19221|And make a grand gesture to-day, 19221|To show how much you reckoned me your own, 19221|At dinner-time we were to sit apart 19221|When I am ill, and you are well. 19221|At dinner-time we were to sit apart 19221|It was a friend's decision to choose; 19221|At dinner-time we were to sit apart 19221|When I have trouble sitting up, 19221|And you are all a-think, for you remember 19221|We talked together here at eve. 19221|At dinner-time we were to sit apart; 19221|No words of mine should be misunderstood; 19221|For you remember how much I thought 19221|Of dinner-time, and dinner-time again, 19221|And dinner-time--and dinner-time again. 19221|At supper-time we were to sit apart, 19221|And talk without ceasing interchange; 19221|While at the table all your friends sit off 19221|And eat their meat in peace without restraint. 19221|At supper-time we were to sit apart; 19221|No one but I should chide you if you forgot-- 19221|You think now, do you not, how much I fret 19221|When you forget I fret at all at all. 19221|At dinner-time we were to sit apart; 19221|You must be glad that you are glad at all; 19221|And I am thinking of my friend the cook, 19221|Whom just one year ago I almost beat. 19221|At dinner-time we were to sit apart; 19221|You must be mad--I never yet sat so; 19221|And I am thinking of my friend the cook, 19221|Whom just a year ago I beat. 19221|At dinner-time we were to sit apart, 19221|And now you treat me as a friend neglect; 19221|And now my friend the cook is nearly dead-- 19221|And I am thinking of my friend the cook, 19221|Whom just a year ago I beat. 19221|And every man that's sad this day was there; 19221|And one did cry, as he did pass, 19221|That he had known the sad days of his youth, 19221|And that he wept in his old untameable way; 19221|And that he knew the bitter days of his youth, 19221|And ======================================== SAMPLE 9550 ======================================== 3698|And, after long pursuit, I made the discovery myself. 3698|The cause was known, I took to my heels, 3698|Dealing destruction to the people, 3698|And, as revenge, I followed them back 3698|Unto their island. It was here 3698|They promised me the fairest flower 3698|That ever grew in earth; a lily fair, 3698|Of a vermeil hue, and coloured like gold. 3698|(Thus was I told them by a woman, 3698|Whose name was Elizabeth, 3698|And the fairest beaming star that shone 3698|Within her golden gates and towers.) 3698|It was the moon, I fancied; 3698|And thus, perforce, the matter stood 3698|That my first thought was of a lily fair, 3698|Of a vermeil hue, and coloured like gold. 3698|At length, however, I was compelled 3698|To think it was a lily brown, 3698|And thus, perforce, my love to me 3698|Became a vermeil-brown. 3698|Now, as I have proved, I pray God, 3698|As I am well inclined to do, 3698|I will not fear His anger much, 3698|But, for the sake of the Princess Elizabeth, 3698|Will henceforth make good my bargain 3698|With gold and silver. 3698|'Twould be the bane of every true lover 3698|Had I said, as I say it to you now, 3698|That it would serve as cover for you; 3698|For there were many a secret jest 3698|I should have told, in the confidence of having got your hand. 3698|How could it serve to keep you in suspense, 3698|And keep you in suspense till you were throned, 3698|And crowned and brought within the arms 3698|Of the man who dares to claim your hand? 3698|It had the sound of idle musing, 3698|And my chiefest joy had been in dreaming 3698|That a woman's hand should be the link 3698|That binds me to this very hour. 3698|For woman's hands and woman's heart 3698|Have more in common than you would guess; 3698|But woman's heart and woman's heart 3698|Are not the same, and in woman's case 3698|Not always equitably matched. 3698|There is a love, you would suppose, 3698|Which, to your wonder, I have tried 3698|And tested, and discovered that it goes 3698|As freely round and under as you press it. 3698|You cannot say on any conditions 3698|How much of that you shall have to share. 3698|There is a love, you would infer, 3698|Which, by this careful converse, must 3698|Contradict the rest. 3698|There is a love which is all hearts; 3698|The rest are all but names, to those 3698|Whom woman calls her "brother." 3698|For instance, I have made you Julia, 3698|And Jane as kind as a sister. 3698|But to me it is as well to be "th' opposite." 3698|And you may think thus in this our month of change. 3698|Well, if you think so, dear Lady Love, 3698|I'll tell you what I mean to say. 3698|I've long desired a husband, 3698|And wished for one for ages, 3698|But nothing but a poor old man 3698|Would satisfy my wishes. 3698|I'd rather have a friend to watch me, 3698|Or else a very wealthy one; 3698|But I am not to be pleased with men, 3698|My wishes will be satisfied 3698|By just such suits as suit my fancy. 3698|With whomsoever you engage, 3698|With whom you will, how oft we quarrel; 3698|It is a fatal combination 3698|That takes all the sweetness from life. 3698|You would have friends who are a match for you, 3698|And for your happiness are good; 3698|Then how, my lady, can I advise it? 3698|As for myself, as an old friend, 3698| ======================================== SAMPLE 9560 ======================================== 1365|Handsomely deckt with many a scarlet band, 1365|And all so grandly set with a variety 1365|Of gems and precious stones, or brocade embroidery. 1365|"Now, if I should speak of it," said I, "though 1365|Some may find it reproachful, I would speak 1365|Of a just magnanimity, whose thought 1365|Does not seek, in words, to praise her beauty; 1365|Of a sanctity, in her, which no art 1365|Can surpass, or surpass her, in the mind 1365|Of the grateful world. Nay, if aught amiss 1365|In your thoughts, or actions, I have felt the hand 1365|Of the Almighty Spirit, and so you 1365|Seem to me written in some cloudless sky, 1365|Gathered, hidden there, till I can see it shine 1365|Full dayly in your bright, active, living, 1365|And rambly, fiddle-playing, Scottish mind. 1365|"I have been told to mind my heart, and mind 1365|Its good desires; I should strive to do 1365|That, and so much more; I should love to tell 1365|What was best. As yet I have been told 1365|This is the world that is, not the world's game; 1365|'Tis the live game; it is not you, it is not I; 1365|Not I myself; not I myself, though I love it, 1365|Love it as one that knows it is the best; 1365|This is the world's game; and though it may be bad, 1365|But it is the best game that I am willing to play. 1365|"O, thou who livest, think whether, my friend, 1365|I am too much a part of thee. Thou who dost move 1365|Thy little life in thy strong powers of love, 1365|Manifest in thee that keen, sweet spirit, of which 1365|Thou, too, dost be the soul, not I; and I 1365|Who must play the same, though I live and move 1365|In the same mode; and so for evermore." 1365|And he, that is man's friend, being thus rebuked, 1365|Turned his eyes on the angelic faces, and said: 1365|"O, ye who livest, O, men! O, angels! 1365|Say to this maiden, that which thou canst say! 1365|To-day hath set the seal of everlastingness 1365|Upon her form, and she shall know between 1365|And me and her the eternal mystery 1365|Of glory and of beauty, and her life 1365|Shall be one glory with the grandeur of God. 1365|"And thou shalt say, that since she is so fair, 1365|I am divine; and she shall stand and say it, 1365|And thou shalt say it unto others; and they 1365|Shalt say, that she shall stand and say it, 1365|To us, that are mortal, ever mourning, 1365|And in the graves, which have no grave for them, 1365|Shall find their dust; and our spirits shall dwell 1365|Like the immortal dust, in the eternal glory 1365|Of God and love. And when we die, and leave 1365|Our bodies lying so in peace and joy, 1365|And she is with them, when thou hast taken 1365|The hand of fellowship, and, in the strife 1365|And love of God, has dealt the decisive blow!" 1365|Then I listened, for I knew, as I heard him, 1365|That many a time unto his heart I clave 1365|The cold of age, or the fever of life, 1365|Or the black horror of the present death, 1365|Till by the touch of that white hand I thought 1365|I should not see his face. And, as it seemed, 1365|The gentle man, like him, was not more near. 1365|A little while I stood, and then I said, 1365|"Good friends, upon my word, the work is done! 1365|The task that was set up appears too high 1365|To be fulfilled at once. Let ======================================== SAMPLE 9570 ======================================== 841|My body, but your soul, my heart. 841|The night is very deep. 841|It rages night and day. 841|But there was a light in that dark and stormy sky. 841|It struck my eyes: 841|It sent my pulse quick and loud. 841|You were the light in my eyes. 841|But still there's a cloud 841|Which hangs dark and heavy. 841|But it gives you no pleasure. 841|I hate the heavy and cruel sky. 841|It makes my lips too red. 841|It makes my feet too slow. 841|It sets my face too red. 841|It takes my laughter away. 841|It sets my laughter on fire. 841|It drives my heart to madness and despair. 841|It holds my feet upon them. 841|I hate the heavy, cruel sky. 841|You are the light in my eyes. 841|I'm going back to school in the morning. 841|I've been sent here 841|To write your epitaph. 841|My father was a farmer; 841|The girls all said of him:  841|"He's an honest chap, 841|And hard working toiling man." 841|But we did not care, 841|And laughed at the girls because 841|We missed our coachman. 841|He's the one that got away. 841|I've been sent here 841|To write your epitaph. 841|My mother's the doctor who 841|Has been hard on my poor. 841|She's always a-playing the flail 841|About. 841|She was the one that gave away 841|The last shilling of her salary. 841|Her mother laughed to know she 841|Hauled in the last. 841|She's the one that got away. 841|Here's a song for the boys 841|On the train to Blighty 841|To meet them in Blighty 841|They're going west for home. 841|They're going east to France 841|They're going up the Rhine valley. 841|They're bringing home the laurel crown 841|For the woman who kept them clean. 841|I'd like to take the old train to Blighty 841|So I can see my mother and sisters 841|Till I've come to know the women-- 841|The women who've been my good friends. 841|I'm going back to Blighty. 841|My life is good to me. 841|The soldiers are all my companions. 841|My eyes are open to new things. 841|What is it that I see in a woman? 841|She is not the woman I dream about. 841|She has a face that is not pure. 841|But her heart is pure. 841|And there's the baby who's sleeping 841|Beneath the blanket. 841|The baby's sleeping. 841|What will children be then? 841|It sounds a little long to ask a woman to marry. 841|But she has such beautiful children: 841|And a man and a wife, 841|And a little boy who will be Captain; 841|And a little girl who's six, 841|Who is going to be his mother; 841|And a tender baby to play with. 841|He has a sword and a buckler 841|And a cross of gold. 841|It will be a long day to-morrow. 841|And he is a good boy. 841|Now don't laugh, my dear. 841|But I will give you a song 841|That comes from the soul of a soldier. 841|The soldiers have been good boys. 841|And you'll see the picture of that good boy's life in their picture. 841|So you may know what a soldier is. 841|But no, my dear, 841|You mustn't read too much into it. 841|Why not sing a song 841|If you want to get ahead? 841|There is no better preparation for war than to lie 841|And listen to the bells ======================================== SAMPLE 9580 ======================================== 24011|That has been a source of much tender talk and racy humour. 24011|Tiger Lily's Sweet 24011|I love a simple maid, 24011|As simple as a flower 24011|That smiles upon the earth, 24011|And blooms long and fair; 24011|She is as pure as snow, 24011|As good as she should be, 24011|And pure as God should be. 24011|The white roses clamber high, 24011|The lilies nod and nod, 24011|And all speak in a single word 24011|Of a single thought; 24011|For they all love to look at me, 24011|And they all would love to play 24011|With me alone together, 24011|On a blue summer day. 24011|How beautiful the light of day 24011|When the red sun shines out right down on me! 24011|How beautiful the light of day, 24011|And how I love it! 24011|But I would not have you think 24011|I am shy, and could not dare to look 24011|In your eyes at night. 24011|Oh, let the little birds sing, 24011|For I would hear them sing 24011|If I dared! 24011|But I would be in sleep 24011|And no one but the moonlight play, 24011|If I dared! 24011|No wonder that my heart is sad; 24011|For the love of all kind and gentle spirits. 24011|The stars of that great sky 24011|Are dark, and they are cold, 24011|And the clouds are a dark, dark brown, 24011|And dark, and dark; 24011|But a star that is blue, 24011|Or shines in a golden light 24011|For a night of love. 24011|Oh, my dear, 24011|I love you, sweet; 24011|I love you, dear, 24011|With no love, 24011|No, never; 24011|I love you never; 24011|With a kiss 24011|I would loose you, 24011|I love you ever, 24011|With no care, 24011|No, never! 24011|The day dawned out like a silver day; 24011|The flowers, the trees, and all things bright 24011|Were blossoming in the sun's loving rays; 24011|And I heard the birds, and felt as I should 24011|I should love the dew upon the trees. 24011|I saw my life grow old to see the dew, 24011|And my heart grow light as an angel's wings,-- 24011|That was the wonder of the day so fair, 24011|It made all life so sweet. 24011|A thousand thousand years 24011|Have passed away 24011|In the bliss of loving you, dear! 24011|Let me forget 24011|My life was never true, 24011|And you the dead! 24011|It's a mystery to me 24011|How a love is born; 24011|And then how dies, 24011|When it's gone. 24011|How happy to remember 24011|The love we knew, 24011|When it's lost. 24011|In the morning light 24011|How soon I remember _Written at a Summer 24011|The sun had a glory in her face 24011|And in each look that she made, 24011|And in her happy, dreamful eyes, 24011|A flush of love was there. 24011|"Oh, I am happy, darling, 24011|In my new, perfect way; 24011|I've had a fairy morn, in the morning light 24011|Of our love the world could see"-- 24011|The sun turned away. 24011|The moon looked down on the sea 24011|With a smile that was brighter than love. 24011|The sea-banks were all dream; 24011|They were not there any more. 24011|To her heart came the song 24011|Of the wave among the trees, 24011|A joyous jubilee. 24011|It is a truth to say she was happy, 24011|The moon was very beautiful ======================================== SAMPLE 9590 ======================================== 42058|The lads were on their rounds the while, 42058|And as they chanced to pass, they knew 42058|He was an English lad! 42058|And so at any time of day 42058|He'd be a-calling about, 42058|And in his arms a sow, with round 42058|Long thong, which one of them could bear, 42058|And then he'd stretch and twist and try 42058|To climb aboard the other ship. 42058|And here was he, the English lad, 42058|And here was he, the English lad! 42058|But he was blind, and so the old woman 42058|Made him a little child again. 42058|And I have watched him long and well, 42058|And seen him often grow and prosper, 42058|And told him all the tales I might, 42058|And watched him every evening after 42058|To the old English woman at home. 42058|And then I saw the woman weep, 42058|And I did pity her at heart, 42058|And said I could do her a trick 42058|To make her let him stay at home. 42058|And then he answered kindly, 42058|And said--I might--for I am sure---- 42058|And he had come from Plymouth where 42058|He had a farm that he had bought, 42058|And, when he left his farm to go 42058|Afar, I bought a farm for him. 42058|And then he smiled and said, indeed, 42058|You have no lands, and I have none, 42058|Yet at your age he was a man, 42058|And I had better go to Nome, 42058|The old woman wept with joy; 42058|And then we bought the lands and hale 42058|Her oxen home; and off we went 42058|To say our prayers, and bid adieu 42058|Then one by one the boys came back 42058|To Thanggether's Ford, and still 42058|The old man wept with grief that day, 42058|But not with grief for Nome's lack. 42058|For on that day the boy grew wise 42058|And learned the truth by rote; 42058|And at the school that morning said, 42058|He'd never had an equal-- 42058|But one, by rote, would never rake 42058|The old man's hearts and eyes; 42058|And the old man said on that same day, 42058|He'd ne'er be glad at all-- 42058|And he was proud, and took to drink 42058|Which shows you mortals be 42058|Foolish, proud, and full of pride and fear, 42058|Not to be reckoned with 42058|The sons of men and godlike. 42058|But, while he said that, the boy grew strong, 42058|And by and by he came to know 42058|All the great men of England's lands, 42058|And what they knew of war; 42058|And one day, when they were all at play, 42058|He took to drink as boys do; 42058|But he was ill that night and died. 42058|And the old man kissed his face, I ween, 42058|And said, I had a son, but he 42058|Was sick all that day. 42058|And if my son were here, what care I? 42058|We boys are never ill; 42058|We boys are strong and we have swords, 42058|But he was drunk and he has die; 42058|And we are never proud of him, 42058|And never proud of him. 42058|"Good boy, what care I for thy bed? 42058|Thy dress was made to lie upon, 42058|Which boys have hardly time for, the while 42058|Their heads are growing awry; 42058|If thou hast nothing else to wear, 42058|Why, boys, wear it!" 42058|That old bald-pate, the boy's, 42058|Was still plumed with pride in that poor thing 42058|As it lay on the floor. 42058|"Hear me," said then the old man, 42058|As he laid it in its place, 42058|"Good boy, I have ======================================== SAMPLE 9600 ======================================== 3650|We may learn some new modes of self-control 3650|As we wander through that world of mind, 3650|And find, in every face, some new command 3650|Of the sweet life that it tells through its art. 3650|Let us not mock the feeble creatures who seek 3650|A quick reversion in the world to their source, 3650|But give them all that are endowed with good 3650|With heart and spirit; and if they can hope to 3650|Have more of that soul and heart, they must be 3650|As devoted to the service of mankind 3650|As we are to one another. To-day, 3650|Of all the pleasures to man, this which he finds 3650|Far sweeter than rapture, rarer than rest, 3650|Is meeting with his kindred brute-men of earth, 3650|To greet and to embrace him as of old; 3650|To stand in the close encounter of close fires, 3650|With eyes aflame with rivalry and strife, 3650|While their high chieftain, the old man of the sea, 3650|Looks on from his ambuscade with a smile 3650|As approving as the smile his genius wears 3650|Upon his wrinkled visage. But meet this one 3650|As to his own eyes, in the close glare of suns 3650|That never pass and never reach him now; 3650|Meet him as he looks at the high hope in his soul, 3650|And mark the dread uncertainty in his smile; 3650|Look at the calm of his uplifted brow as he speaks 3650|To the crowd of human beings waiting him; 3650|Look at the doubt in his ingenuous brow's repose; 3650|Look at the hope that glows in his earnest eyes; 3650|Turn back the picture that you plan for the past, 3650|And you will behold the smile that is on his lips. 3650|But this meeting of the human like animal in its natural home 3650|(If you will look and say how it was ordained!) 3650|Was ordained, too, to be its last and saddest purpose; 3650|And we, who had planned the meeting in the first place, 3650|Till this one visit to the world of man 3650|(And the meeting ended in the close as it began) 3650|Will gaze at each other in regret. 3650|The meeting that was beginning was ended, and we must lie 3650|In the dim depths of a new experiment 3650|For the next, we trust, will be no less unlike 3650|Than the first, though it be no more like the last; 3650|Not like the first because it will last, or since 3650|Success, in the last, will be the human race's standard, 3650|While success in the last seems to stand for naught. 3650|It is the end of a union of ideas, 3650|That will never be more like the union than now; 3650|That will never be less like the alliance that followed 3650|The day of its union in the world of mind. 3650|The love that I know in the eyes of my wife 3650|(And this is a strange love and yet a true one,) 3650|Will be less tenderly loved by the one I cherish 3650|Than it is now; 3650|And the two may know as to shames, and the two may know as to 3650|loves 3650|As to hurts 3650|And as to crimes. 3650|Love, in my marriage, 3650|Will be better understood 3650|By the man that is in love 3650|Than the woman that has not been 3650|In love. 3650|She that loves another, 3650|In the union, 3650|Will feel more affection 3650|At each word that she says, 3650|And the time will pass happier 3650|For the man that has not been 3650|In love. 3650|When we go a-mending a smithy 3650|As an apprentice, 3650|We will know as we go along 3650|How the hammer sounded, 3650|And the tongs that were stretched beneath 3650|In bending, 3650|And the oath the smith had said 3650|When he lifted ======================================== SAMPLE 9610 ======================================== 1279|The fickle, and the fickle the lady. 1279|O'er hills and dales, and free-spreading heather, 1279|A bonie lass I lo'e to see, 1279|And sae my love shes ne'er look'd sae blank, 1279|My love it is, my love it is! 1279|But oh, a lass I lo'e better far 1279|Than in a' the chase together; 1279|The lass that's true to me, and pure, 1279|The lass that's good to me! 1279|The bonie lass o' Drumlee, 1279|The lass amaist o' Yarrow; 1279|We'll ne'er forget tae meet again, 1279|Oh, we'll ne'er forget tae meet again. 1279|Fareweel, fareweel, the land o' luxurie! 1279|Aftin' the white hare I rove, 1279|And weary ne'er had hope to meet 1279|The flower o' the Highland hills! 1279|My frien's amang the heather reclin'd 1279|The bonie lass I lo'e best; 1279|The bonie lass I lo'e best! 1279|Her bonie luve an' luve galore 1279|Are a' sae dear to me, 1279|The bonie luve an' luve galore 1279|Were a' sae dear to me. 1279|Gin e'er she meets a fell warrior 1279|By Scottish ground or green, 1279|A face that's aye honest, honest there, 1279|Is like to win her wi' pain; 1279|And gin she sees him a sailor 1279|(Blythely sailor! can that be?) 1279|Come on, ding-dong! ding-dong! 1279|Ding, ding,--bang, bang, bang! 1279|The bonie lass I lo'e best. 1279|Come down. The wee bit blithesome squib 1279|Is in my bosom gane, 1279|And thro' a' the auld Scotch way 1279|I lo'e her nae mae. 1279|O gin the white neebour waurs 1279|He'd heard the Scottish voice; 1279|And so wi' joy and pride an' pleasure 1279|He's press'd his little chest: 1279|But gin he sees, he gars me grieves 1279|And tears my soul the more: 1279|But gin he sees, he's dearer far 1279|Than ever pie-bald John. 1279|She sits wi' her feet in the mould 1279|The while a' the lave doze; 1279|Her hair blow-in' frae her head, 1279|As she barrels an' bobs; 1279|She smells like the morning, an' the mould 1279|She smells like the morning, 1279|She smells like the morning air, an' the air 1279|She scents the morning bee. 1279|She steeks like the ivy round about-- 1279|She smells like the mould, an' the mould 1279|Sends forth a brood again. 1279|We'll down to the water-side, 1279|We'll down to the water-side, 1279|Where a' the kimmers we ken 1279|Are bonnie bairns aye; 1279|The lasses that we'll greet, 1279|The lasses that we'll greet, 1279|At our ease we'll sit or stand, 1279|Wi' the wind au revanche. 1279|The lasses that we'll greet, 1279|The lasses that we'll greet, 1279|Wi' the wind au revanche. 1279|The kimmers we shall see, 1279|The kimmers we shall see, 1279|Like the rains in a vale, 1279|Smurry-gumlie an' brindle; 1279|But wi' the wind au revanche 1279|Our limbs are skin'd in a trice, 1279|An' the kimmers we will see, ======================================== SAMPLE 9620 ======================================== 13649|And, as a birthday birthday present 13649|To those born in our midst, a little lamb 13649|With red and rosy cheeks and tails, 13649|And ears as black as midnight sky. 13649|The lambkins run all about us, 13649|And all at once we see, up start, 13649|In all the marvellous way of mummies, 13649|They run all at once at us. 13649|There is no art so difficult, 13649|Except the human body's ease; 13649|Except the human fleshy cone, 13649|To which, when pressed to death, one blows, 13649|All day, or all the rest of July, 13649|When the great sun at noon is shining. 13649|And, if the summer has been dry, 13649|Why, if the sun burns all the year, 13649|The earth has been quite as smooth as clay, 13649|And, if the frost has been as strict, 13649|The mud has been as green as grass; 13649|Thus I, who was a little child, 13649|Have always had rather wet days, 13649|Because, if frost or fire could freeze, 13649|I always wisht they were cold. 13649|I HAVE been made of good St. John's clay, 13649|So I have been told, 13649|And I've put by the orders of my Head, 13649|So I have been told. 13649|I haven't been made of worse St. John's clay, 13649|So I have been told; 13649|But, as for having been put on the orders 13649|Of my good Head, I think I've been right. 13649|I don't believe in Head or Head, 13649|Or Body or Bodie, 13649|And when I've thought of what these Orders are, 13649|I'm sure that I don't believe in them. 13649|I knew a little fellow 13649|Who would eat anything, 13649|Whether bread, or candy, or hot-house, 13649|When he was a wee bit older. 13649|He was very vain and frivolous, 13649|And, therefore, never got 13649|A touchy-feely with himself, 13649|Or a care about his clothes. 13649|But I often chanced to chime in, 13649|And he was always happy, you know, 13649|If, when he chanced to chime in, 13649|He chanced to chime in with the chime in with the chime in 13649|'Twas in the days of old, 13649|And in the merry days when 'twas cool, 13649|(These are the days of childhood) 13649|That fount of joyous fancies, 13649|The sun, the moon, and planet pixie-dixie, 13649|These wonderful deities 13649|Preferred place, O let not your heart rejoice 13649|Lest your old-fashioned laughter 13649|Should steal into your tears, 13649|Lest the fairies should steal into your heart! 13649|If your heart's of old 13649|Should not steal into your tears, 13649|The young ones, the little ones, 13649|The fairies and the sprites, 13649|O how can you be content, 13649|Or how can you rejoice! 13649|For there is all the earth, 13649|Each flower its brother, 13649|Each tree a brother, 13649|A brother and a sister, 13649|And so--oh how can you be content? 13649|How can you be content 13649|If your heart's of old 13649|Should not steal into your tears 13649|Lest your old-fashioned laughter 13649|Should be turned into cold snow! 13649|At the foot of the house 13649|Went a little child; 13649|She sat on a gate, 13649|She leaned out to him, 13649|She smiled to him. 13649|Out of the window 13649|He could see the sun, 13649|He could take his breath; 13649|He was happy as can be. 13649|How long, mother, 13649|Have you been at your work, 13649|And who was it that came ======================================== SAMPLE 9630 ======================================== 615|Brought him to the town. He, with a troop 615|Of soldiers, to a garden went, to find 615|Where was a bard of noble birth descried; 615|Whose name was Marphisa, son of Thrace, 615|Who, in the realm of Charlemagne, of Spain, 615|Wished all affairs to seem in jest and play, 615|But well was wont to use the martial arts 615|Of warlike France, and well would master learn 615|What might be wrought in arms in martial strain, 615|With which her prowess she could well use, 615|Against another warrior's to contend 615|And use those arms, which are the arms of men. 615|Marphisa, when they reach the garden-walk, 615|And see their bard upon the threshold sit, 615|Folds his apron round his ample waist, and thinks 615|'Twould suit him best to stand, and to his need 615|Does thus his band prepare, and makes them mount. 615|For he, and all the royal train that sat 615|Within the palace, deemed him not a jot 615|Among the arms that martial court can show; 615|And him the lord, upon the other side, 615|As well perceiv'd, as he was wont to show, 615|And him as often as he pleased displayed 615|The weapons which the martial peer could wield. 615|But he by custom would abide the dame, 615|And to her in such form, or such display, 615|As of his suit made was the proper way, 615|And when he will the martial cavalier 615|His armor should on one or other wear: 615|And so the bard by his fair master gear, 615|He would with him at once to war commend. 615|For though the warlike monarch, by no art, 615|Wooed, like a foe with arms and weapons, him, 615|Nor could, nor would, the martial peer persuade 615|To leave the fair Marphisa for his own: 615|Nor were his arms by those so courteous worn, 615|Which, were his own, on him were lighten'd more, 615|He would not from them to Marphisa yield, 615|When he was on the field in martial guise. 615|He, when the stripling Marphisa to espouse 615|Was wedded, would to her, and her alone, 615|A buckler, with a pike and mace to clove; 615|With two broad-swords would he each breast display; 615|And on it all the warrior-folk would make 615|Praise unto the warrior of a faithful heart, 615|Whom all men would to France and Greece commend, 615|In whom they should not only long endure, 615|But also lose their own. This, when his bride 615|Is wedded, with him will he by her speed, 615|To end with joy the life of woman kind. 615|Then on their arms he fashions every part, 615|And all for war receives that warrior brave. 615|"What, else, had he from the other three?" 615|(Marphisa continues) "But that would be 615|A useless toil to him who would not prove 615|A match for him whose arms are of such weight. 615|Who would not wear such might and valour's growth?" 615|Marphisa, in the warrior's absence, made 615|A care of apparel and a goodly train; 615|And in the courser's saddle a fair one wore; 615|Of such an one the bard observes her fay. 615|Next on the shoulder of the cavalier 615|She fixes her shield, with purple and with gold. 615|She on her head a helmet best outshines; 615|Such was the warrior's was to be in fight; 615|And so much more the warrior's face excell, 615|That, all for show, would wear the fairest crest; 615|Beneath whose brows no lion's was concealed, 615|In whom the gentle soul was tranquil yet. 615|To Marphisa now the helmet goes 615|(So she the courser's head was wont to bear), 615|Wherefrom the warrior was in fight to wear. 615|Not only this, but on the breast of stone, 615|Which on the warrior was embellish'd o'er ======================================== SAMPLE 9640 ======================================== 1280|"The little brown cat had caught a mouse 1280|Under the kitchen's table; 1280|She made a paper lantern, 1280|To light the house up in the night, with the light of the kine. 1280|Under the bed was a candle 1280|Flaming in the candle flame of a little brown cat. 1280|He saw a mouse going in and out of the door, 1280|He saw a paw along the floor of the kitchen. 1280|This picture is painted by her, 1280|From the kine and kitchen down to the paper lantern in the stove. 1280|"Here, come out with me, children, you can listen to a story 1280|Of a spider in a tangle of silk; 1280|There is a garden where all the flowers 1280|Sit in a ring like dancers. 1280|There is a house all painted brightly, 1280|And every one has a name. 1280|This is the Spider, all alone. 1280|And there is one that lives under the eaves, 1280|And there is one that lives above; 1280|And you can see the little red candle 1280|Flickering in the window-space. 1280|And you can see the little red candle 1280|Coming and going through the window-space. 1280|And you can see the long, white threads 1280|Of the silk that spin above the eaves, 1280|The spider-straws that hang in a circle 1280|In a lovely, tangled way. 1280|And they flash in the candlelight-- 1280|And they flash in the candlelight. 1280|And there is one out back where the wind runs wild. 1280|And she sits underneath and laughs, 1280|At the little red candle flickering in the window. 1280|And you can hear her laughing-- 1280|And you can hear her singing-- 1280|At the little red candle flickering in the stove 1280|The little red candle in the stove. 1280|And if there's frost on the window-pane 1280|You can eat the frost, for it is frosty there, 1280|And if there's no peace in the house 1280|You can sing and have no songs to play. 1280|And if there's no dinner for you 1280|You can sleep all night through and dream of all the food 1280|That you forgot to eat last week. 1280|And the next morning up in the sky 1280|You will see the little red candle 1280|Burn and sparkle in the sky. 1280|"I want it all--the houses, the work, 1280|The money, and the time. 1280|And I want a little house, too, 1280|Far enough from the street." 1280|The child said nothing in reply, 1280|For the child had long since learned 1280|All the words of a child; 1280|And the little spider turned to his work, 1280|And made the spider-crops, 1280|For the web, all in a row. 1280|"I could never live like this," he said, 1280|And there he sat and worked, 1280|And his hands were wet for beads, 1280|And his fingers burned with bees. 1280|And the little spider made the web 1280|And the web was made of bees, 1280|By the spider-web, in the tree, 1280|All the web was of honey. 1280|And he gave it to a girl, 1280|Who lived over the way, 1280|And she went home again. 1280|When the little Spider got his web, 1280|He said: "My house is made." 1280|Then he laughed and laughed, 1280|And looked in the garden, 1280|And down the garden path, 1280|And over the hedge. 1280|"What do you make of my web?" 1280|He asked the neighbors, 1280|And they answered: "Weird!" 1280|And the little Spider sat in his web 1280|And laughed to himself. 1280|And over and over the neighbors said: 1280|"What do you make of it?" 1280|The Spider sat and laughed, 1280|And the little bee built a little house 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 9650 ======================================== 1365|I've seen the moonlight dance upon the waters, 1365|And the gleam upon the pikeboats. 1365|I've seen the sea-gulls slowly circling, 1365|And the sea-mew fluttering over them, 1365|The sea-calf piping beneath them, 1365|And the sea-tine's bellowing, 1365|In the green and grassy meadows, 1365|In the golden fields and meadows. 1365|But the sound of the ocean is not waking me, 1365|Nor the sunbeam waking me; 1365|But I hear a mighty ocean calling, 1365|Calling from the sea-mere below; 1365|But my heart is filled with thoughts of evil, 1365|And my fears fill me up with dread, 1365|For the man across the tide is sleeping, 1365|Waked by the stroke of the sea-gull's flight. 1365|Saw the sails and saw the sea-birds soaring, 1365|Till the earth was red with their changing colors 1365|And the sun grew wan upon their flying. 1365|Then they flew upon the windless waters, 1365|And they stayed not for an evil breath 1365|Only for evil to summon me, 1365|And for evil for evil's sake to fill me 1365|With the dread of waking again. 1365|For in the sweet spring-time oft I look to meet her, 1365|Whom I long for with longing earnest, 1365|With the face that I love with such tenderness, 1365|With the soul thus dimmed in me, so dull and dead, 1365|As to be as a star that goes out in heaven, 1365|Wavering away into all ether, 1365|Echoing the song that's hushed and dead to me, 1365|Singing only for her, all for her given, 1365|And for her sake alone. 1365|O heart of mine, what mean these wild cries 1365|That sweep through the still night through the chambers? 1365|Nay, in thy bosom's depths they are not, 1365|But with the cries of some little child 1365|Nightly piping, nightly crying in the dark. 1365|Come close unto thy husband, 1365|For he is weary, 1365|And his eyes are dim with sleep, 1365|And the night draws dark as a garment. 1365|O heart of mine, what means these sighs 1365|That swell up and swell down the still days? 1365|Nay, in thy bosom's depths they are not, 1365|But with the throbs of the fan wind 1365|And the midnight wind, in the midnight hours. 1365|O dear, dear face, so beautiful in my sight, 1365|In my sight as still and innocent as the air 1365|That's gently shining on the picture of the moon 1365|Caught in the firelight with a glance of its own 1365|Upon us two, and like a vision in dreams; 1365|O, in me there is no thought of evil and pain, 1365|But that, with love's calm at its source and essence, 1365|Thou art like a God to sit beside us, 1365|And whisper with our love, even with our fear. 1365|Hush! Not even so might I speak of the night, 1365|When in a dream of a love too great and sweet, 1365|A spirit had seized us and made the place, 1365|With its deep quiet, beyond being and change, 1365|And with such a shadow of death over all 1365|That all the holy calm and the solemn mirth 1365|Were mingled together, that for a while 1365|I turned my face away, and all of me 1365|Was in a tumult of unconscious prayer 1365|That seemed to sit with me at the sacred place, 1365|As silent as the silence of the moon 1365|Under the shadow of the night. 1365|I knew that my lips had been broken in speech, 1365|And my hands and feet were weak and weary with prayer; 1365|Yet I held my breath, and the spirit, like fire, 1365|Came and poured itself about me, and poured itself 1365|Its strength and glory in all my body ======================================== SAMPLE 9660 ======================================== 13086|And so 13086|He lives and dreams 13086|But in his own way 13086|He is not dead. 13086|So with his face to the floor 13086|He lies, and all is still. 13086|What are there so strange in Death and Life, 13086|So brave and so very sweet, 13086|So brave and so very sweet 13086|That you would not rather be 13086|(I don't know the word) and not know it 13086|That you would not rather be 13086|And not know 13086|And not know. 13086|I know the word "strange" is strange, 13086|But all the words of "strange" are sweet. 13086|If you had heard us lying down 13086|In the long morning light, 13086|And you had never seen us then, 13086|We should be still as ghosts in bed; 13086|The darkness is but the curtain 13086|That hides us from your eyes. 13086|With a start, if you have heard us lying down, 13086|You would say that the whole world is sleeping, and not one man. 13086|With a start, if you have heard us lying down, 13086|You would say in the darkness, "what a shame! what a shame!" 13086|When you have found us lying down. 13086|With a start, if you have heard us lying down, 13086|You would say with your face up facing you: "Forgive! forgive!" 13086|When you have found us lying down. 13086|So the name of our grave in the earth is very near 13086|To the name of our grave in the air. 13086|We would rather be dead than good or brave, 13086|We would rather be dead than good or brave! 13086|With a start, if you have heard us lying down, 13086|You would say that a devil has caught up with us! 13086|When you have found us lying down. 13086|We would rather be dead than good or brave, 13086|And we would rather be dead than good or brave. 13086|Where we have lain together you cannot find. How could you find us there? 13086|Where we have lain together there is no looking back. 13086|When you have found us lying down. 13086|So we lie in a bed we did not choose, 13086|With little room to move about, and no bed to sleep in. 13086|How can we sleep at night with these things, when no one else will care? 13086|These things are evil and evil 13086|And nothing at all good for us. 13086|To the end of the earth, for our souls' sake, 13086|Bury us both together with your sins. 13086|We would rather be dead than good or brave, 13086|And we would rather be dead than good or brave. 13086|All the names for devils are "brutes," 13086|But we would rather be good and brave. 13086|A woman's head is golden-brown, 13086|A man's is red and wrinkled, you know. 13086|And the devil is ugly without wrinkles, 13086|But the pretty girls he does not want. 13086|When you have found us lying down, 13086|You would say, "God bless you!" etc. 13086|So, now, come to bed, and God bless you. 13086|A man's mouth is straight and thin, 13086|But to taste no sweets that day. 13086|He has not got a wife as yet, 13086|His young heart has a lot yet to do. 13086|Who knows! It may be--who knows?-- 13086|He has not got a wife as yet. 13087|A great, big man was my master, 13087|He didn't live in a hut, 13087|He had a sheepskin with a red cloth folded underneath, 13087|He had a little red cloth to wipe his face on 13087|when he was in distress. 13087|His wife wasn't a bit at all, 13087|And he was proud, you know. 13087|She was a very neat girl, and modest, and quiet. 13087|She wasn't too bad of a wife. 13087|She was a very neat her husband, ======================================== SAMPLE 9670 ======================================== 3698|"Where is he?"--She raised 3698|Her eyes and answered with a smile, and,-- 3698|"Alas! What sorrow is his still to bear 3698|"For other sorrows which past life past 3698|"Have not yet done to bear; wherefore, where 3698|"With him in silence now is left bereft 3698|"And what he seeks is all to be relinquished. 3698|"Naught he beholds, but clouds and darkness round 3698|"Nor can he think how little his return be, 3698|"But on his wistful heart and feverish will 3698|"His hopes and anxieties must build 3698|"And, as we look, his eyes will never see 3698|"Aught of the joy and peace his heart has sought. 3698|"No! I must think that my poor child no more 3698|"Shall have the mother that he knew before 3698|"Shall come to him, but in a far-off world, 3698|"When on the earth is all his sorrow's fruit, 3698|"And his weary hopes by tears of sorrow fed 3698|"Have all been fruitlessly tried, and fulfilled 3698|"The hope he never more may view or know. 3698|"For while the world grows darker every day, 3698|"And with it wane his prospects ever blest, 3698|"Shall be the comfort of my heart, and light 3698|"His daily life with pleasures of the light." 3698|She ended. With the tears that followed thus, 3698|Some secret shame which in her bosom lay, 3698|She turned away, and, turning, gave it back 3698|To the old master; then she wiped that tear 3698|From her fair face, and, turning, sat again. 3698|In vain would Lucrece her sad parents pray 3698|For tenderness and for a tender care. 3698|By her father's arm, as far, far as wind, 3698|The wretched Lucrece flies with desperate hand. 3698|The father and the mother weep again, 3698|She pities not, nor yet has Lucrece aught 3698|Of those who suffer so; and now there came 3698|A cry upon the air, and suddenly 3698|A light upon the city of the night, 3698|Which cast upon it far more deep a gloom 3698|Than ever her dark eyes have ever known. 3698|She hastened home, and, from her mother's side, 3698|She kissed a baby in her arms. 'God bless' 3698|She said, 'the land,' and drew the little child 3698|Upon her gentle bosom, and, like one 3698|Laughing eternally, laid her down again. 3698|What was that light?--it seem'd, perhaps, to hint 3698|At such a thing. Lucrece, in doubt and dread, 3698|Began to weep, and spoke to her with sighs. 3698|'Mother, when thou art at rest the most, 3698|Thou mak'st me think of the long, long years, 3698|When I have loved thee, as the sun doth of night 3698|A cloud, that slowly, as the cold wind blows, 3698|Flames in the west. I could forget those years. 3698|They have not been remembered: I have lost 3698|All pleasure in the present; all delight 3698|Fades from my memory. O how could I bear 3698|To hear the words, now and then, of my loved one, 3698|Whose voice had thrilled my life with melody? 3698|How could I bear to see her face the day, 3698|Nor think to call her, but perforce must flee? 3698|If her own voice could call me; if my eyes 3698|Had the familiar joy of hearing her, 3698|When she was glad and hopeful in my arms? 3698|And then her eyes. Ah, what a world of sorrow 3698|Should thus have been my life's eternal night! 3698|Long years of blissful anguish might she see 3698|Her husband's life of luxury and ease: 3698|And then her death, and I must have lived as they ======================================== SAMPLE 9680 ======================================== 1287|The joyous glee that I have heard would not 1287|Appal the thoughts of my loved ones in my dreams. 1287|Ah! the little pleasures I enjoy 1287|Are not a few but endless; 1287|A child, that roams the field, 1287|Has scarcely hours of leisure. 1287|A youth, that dreams of war, 1287|Sees battles in his dreams. 1287|A woman's love, and a man's delight, are one; 1287|A maid is always in the sight, 1287|And is, therefore, dear indeed, 1287|And never-dying loved. 1287|Thou'rt gazing at my hand. 1287|I would give all the world for such a mark! 1287|I would give all my treasure 1287|For the boon the stars allow. 1287|There was a maiden once who had a golden ring, 1287|And had the gift of prophecy when she a youth woo'd; 1287|For lovers, therefore, never tire; 1287|For lovers only love by their right, 1287|And wish their matches of effectual love to gain. 1287|But when young and fair she found with him her knight, 1287|She, being deceived, had his sword she felt by night; 1287|For if she touched with it, he in turn drew from her 1287|And with his own breath made her his wife, 1287|And made the youth a father of his infant brood. 1287|The maiden loved the knight. She knew his power far more 1287|Than the golden ring which her maidenness possess'd. 1287|For as the ring was on her finger, 1287|He in turn drew her to him. 1287|And, from his hand, for ever 1287|Shook off the finger and brought her 1287|To him as a father, 1287|As the only ever father! 1287|He made his wife his sister, 1287|And had a sister's sweet heart, 1287|And thus a brother made a brother. 1287|With joy he came to woo her, 1287|And so the wedding rites were held. 1287|But, when she to her brother made reply, 1287|He, being dazzled, left his sister dear, 1287|And, in his turn, drew her to him. 1287|The young and wedded pair, 1287|Pressed the bridal couch, 1287|And joyous songs were heard for many years and for many ages. 1287|For though the maiden maiden 1287|Was of no great renown, 1287|The knight soon after them was the most valued lady 1287|In all the kingdom; 1287|The knight the maiden's hand would gladly take in his own, 1287|But he, being young, would marry her 1287|At eighteen years, 1287|For many years and for many ages 1287|He thought on his desire, 1287|When, in his youthful day, 1287|That young and unmarried maiden 1287|Would prove herself 1287|Unrivalled for her wit and beauty; 1287|To him, for his delight, 1287|The maiden had been married 1287|In an iron ring; 1287|And, when his bride she came with him, 1287|There were tears and sighs of joy 1287|To his young and unmarried sister's heart by the will of his 1287|He spoke to the maiden, 1287|In a very gracious, fluttering fashion,-- 1287|"Sister, I bring a present, 1287|This one is for thee; 1287|The bracelets, as they will stay, 1287|Will, I hope, hold good, 1287|The rings, of silver, and the bracelets of ivory." 1287|And then the maiden he took, in the wedding-ring, 1287|And, in a very fluttering way,-- 1287|The maiden he placed there, 1287|By his side in the wedding-coat. 1287|She, when she saw her husband, 1287|Was very glad, 1287|Her bosom swell'd with joy; 1287|And with an air well-taught 1287|As a maiden's are, 1287|She was ever in hope, in a very fluttering way, 1287 ======================================== SAMPLE 9690 ======================================== 4332|Or a wisp of a sun-blur across the blue: 4332|And I've made a little joke of it by saying,--I 4332|Am just a little loon. 4332|The old man shook his head, and his eyes 4332|Were quite luminous with pride. 4332|He looked at the young boy, 4332|And the boy was not there; 4332|He was on his way to the church, 4332|Where he had to go. 4332|No one heard the old man's call, 4332|And none of the songs 4332|The people sang and the girls made, 4332|Or the young maids' laughing eyes, 4332|When the old man came home. 4332|Oh the old man's beard twitched in the dark 4332|With a little laugh; 4332|And he spoke, and he spoke low to the boy, 4332|"You're not a goosey, 4332|Or a feathery thing, 4332|Or merely a pretty green lark." 4332|But the boy's eyes were wide and bright, 4332|And his heart was glad 4332|With some unknown joy in his mother's eyes, 4332|And the old man turned to his daughter's son, 4332|Who was passing by. 4332|"You're not a goosey, you're not a feathery 4332|Whatever you are," said he, 4332|"And you're not to blame, for you did but go to make 4332|Hewn hay or to reap the wheat, 4332|And your little brother drowned to-day." 4332|And the lad shook his head and said no, 4332|And his father shook his head, 4332|"No, no," and they all laughed so earnestly, 4332|And were glad to let him leave, 4332|"And what if your little lad grows up to be a man?" 4332|But the old man shook his head and said no, 4332|And the old man shook his head 4332|To see how the boy was going to do it, 4332|And the boy grew up to be a fool. 4332|And the old man shook his head and said no, 4332|And the old man shook his head 4332|As if he saw a dream, 4332|And only dreamed that he might be gone. 4332|But the young lad came from the church in the spring, 4332|And the old man's face grew bright, 4332|And the young lad went by the door in the autumn, 4332|And the boy became a man 4332|With a great hard fist full of broken sticks, 4332|And a ragged coat for a cloak; 4332|And the old man's eyes grew tender eyes, too, 4332|And now the lad has got work, 4332|But the old man cannot tell 4332|Whether he's the boy or the boy's brother. 4332|I stood behind the line with the trench-stick 4332|That I'd had my eye on a couple of minutes. 4332|There were ten of us with him (the trenches 4332|Were still a level with the ground), 4332|So I sat near the nose-tips, 4332|And he passed the nose-tips on, 4332|And on, and on, he went, 4332|With the whole damn line up past. 4332|We had a little room with the trench 4332|A little front of red 4332|And a little back of red 4332|But the smoke in the little room 4332|With the smoke in the little trench 4332|With the smell of the sweat on it 4332|Was the perfume of the trenches 4332|So I was a pretty little boy, 4332|And I lived 'most through the war 4332|In a little red room with the trench-stick 4332|In my eye 4332|By the side of a little wooden bench 4332|And a book 4332|Of maps 4332|That I read like a big book, 4332|And I never had a chance. 4332|It wasn't the first war job that made me cry; 4332|I used to work on factories all day 4332|And then get home and cry. 4332|I had the trenches when I was young, ======================================== SAMPLE 9700 ======================================== A child I love 2863|Who never wears a dress, 2863|A grave lady I 2863|Who thinks there's one at home 2863|Who has not said, 2863|But she'd hear 2863|Her dame and her cook, 2863|And say, "It's a shame, 2863|But you must go 2863|To the poor, young sot 2863|As soon as he thinks of 2863|His hams, 2863|'For I dare not go 2863|For fear to offend.' 2863|There was a time 2863|There was a time 2863|She had no choice 2863|But to be young again 2863|And be true to her love 2863|As water flows 2863|And is found in the sea, 2863|And all that makes a man 2863|I know, 2863|But you never can tell 2863|A woman's heart 2863|Unless she be true 2863|And that's a bad sign 2863|Or else she's a spy 2863|To tell their secrets away 2863|And get a good word 2863|With the man she loves, 2863|For every kind and good 2863|Of man she meets 2863|Or else she's caught a-leaping 2863|To do or show him sin, 2863|And this way and that way 2863|But for all she's naught 2863|She tells her master 2863|And that I know, 2863|And by this way and that 2863|And that way again 2863|She is an excellent spy 2863|If she can be 2863|And with that one of three 2863|She's always looking 2863|And with this little of two 2863|Three ways there are 2863|There is always two for three. 2863|If it's a pretty girl, 2863|Who cannot be beaten 2863|Or a good name, 2863|And if he should take her, 2863|But there's no knowing 2863|Whether that ever will be, 2863|If it's a good house or a bad, 2863|He must take care 2863|And so must you 2863|And so it's best 2863|If that house is bad or good 2863|Who knows if the husband 2863|Will stay in it long enough 2863|To make his daughter good 2863|To wife and son? 2863|No man I know of 2863|Would have let 2863|A child of his go into the world 2863|If the father had let the child out a week 2863|Before the birth, 2863|And then the mother made him wait 2863|As if the child had gone. 2863|And so it is the same 2863|Unless you are made 2863|Of the body and soul, 2863|And can see beyond all shadow and all shade 2863|To what the soul was made for. 2863|If it's a good house, and if it's bad, 2863|And if it's something to hide away 2863|The eyes must see 2863|And see what it is that hides; 2863|If it's bad or good, then there's nothing hidden. 2863|I think a pretty thing was this young girl's name, and I asked her who she was. 2863|And she said, "Oh, that's splendid, sir; it does so draw our light." 2863|Oh dear! Oh dear! Oh dear! 2863|So many things are true, 2863|And many things can't be true. 2863|There is a woman who is quite a regular woman--just a regular 2863|When I get angry with the world (which I am sometimes apt to do 2863|And yet I am very often glad and very occasionally glad 2863|And sometimes glad and sometimes sad and occasionally sad. Sometimes 2863|But the most unlucky hour of all is when I am not yet aware, 2863|And I think of nothing but a woman who is beautiful to my 2863|And I wish she would not be the woman that I have become at 2863|So many things are true, 2863|And many things can't be true. 2863|The night is cold at the best, 2863|And we pass ======================================== SAMPLE 9710 ======================================== 8187|But, seeing _such_ a splendid man, the _tous_ was ready: 8187|To make the choice we'll lay them all by candle-light, 8187|Let, or the _tous_. 8187|All we can say of Lord Pippins, or Sir John Sprat, 8187|Is all that's known of them to-day. 8187|We know he was so tall, so gay, so bold, he went 8187|To such feasts as seldom being seen before knows through, 8187|For he was "just so much into wine, 8187|He could go to and fro about like any hobo." 8187|So true-blue a fellow `twas that his eyes' 8187|Had not a single look of 'em _twixt blue and brown; 8187|And to say of him any one would feel rather shy, 8187|If he had stayed at home. 8187|And this, we're sure, was owing to the reason that he 8187|Did, as people used to say, "look for a year, 8187|In the year or the year after some one had married him-- 8187|And, as wives, when that was o'er, 8187|Might be, they would change, or at least be moved to surprise him, 8187|So did so of course Queen Bess did; 8187|For in spite of their promise not to marry till he _was_ 8187|She "bubbly" gave him a great "he-done-for-to-the-death" 8187|(That's a fact as well known to Puck as he is to us, 8187|And that is why we and Lady Blue-jay have been writing 8187|So oft of this man that we've _not_ been able to write) 8187|When his last bride brought him to "the big day," 8187|His "wife" was Lottie the Lass, for Cinther had just 8187|Had _her_ wedding, and she "wore the ring," 8187|So Lottie the Lass found, in spite of what she had read about 8187|In the church, so "the parson" says, "a splendid bride!" 8187|And as he was passing, he met the young Lottie; 8187|His mother had asked him a question, 8187|Which is always true when they've married. 8187|'Twas this;--"When you got home," said he, 8187|"What kind of picture did they look for you in?" 8187|"I don't know," said Lottie the Lass. 8187|"Well, we looked at a _lot_-- 8187|"But _what kind_?" said the young Lottie. 8187|"I know," said the young Lottie's mother. 8187|"But a lot--at a lot, and a lot at a lot! 8187|"The picture they wanted," said the young Lottie's mother. 8187|"And so, by and by," said the young Lottie's mother, nodding her 8187|hair, "it came out this way; 8187|_Two_ men upon a board 8187|Came marching from the South; 8187|The King gave a wink, 8187|And that was the end of it. 8187|_Two_ men upon a board 8187|Came marching down from the North; 8187|The King said, "Behold!" 8187|And that's the end of it all." 8187|It's a pretty pleasure 8187|To stand the first in line, 8187|When you've got your suit of clothes, 8187|And are a little older. 8187|It's a pretty pleasure 8187|To have the favor of the nurse 8187|When you're a little older. 8187|It's a pretty pleasure 8187|To stand the first in line, 8187|And get, if still you've got it, 8187|A bath that's sure to last you. 8187|It's a pretty pleasure 8187|To have, in spite of sorrow, 8187|So much of it at such a period, 8187|To have that one's "a good girl." 8187|It's a pretty pleasure 8187|To stand the first in line, 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 9720 ======================================== 16059|Y otro más días 16059|Del pueblo y regalo;-- 16059|Ví, como ¡ay, y no 16059|¿No ví, señor? 16059|(¡Ah! qué muerte!) 16059|Y al fin los poco 16059|Caminante y pueblo, 16059|Que aunque camin, mezquina, 16059|Lane de ser, 16059|Como podemos riendas 16059|Luneria el Crespo, 16059|Que con trabalho blasón 16059|Que al cuyo bien 16059|De luz, como sin 16059|De ronco en Río,-- 16059|Quizá quiero el 16059|De las cosas de la 16059|Que á los dueños, 16059|Como aquello de mi, 16059|Y entre pasos son 16059|Los fieros del Quijote, 16059|Y que aun no llores 16059|Lloró en la altura 16059|Entre la altura; 16059|Y el seso, señor, 16059|En Sarracenos y 16059|Muy fieros de mi, 16059|Como ayer, señor, 16059|Mi caballo albor primo 16059|Vender mi pavoro que 16059|Que soye en paz al cabello, 16059|Que con la paz no se saluda 16059|Ya serás de mi caballero. 16059|Aquello un sol señor, 16059|Y la fama de mi pena 16059|Que con mi pavido 16059|Se acerca mi caballero. 16059|¡Maldito, mis poderos! ¿Vuelveíd! 16059|La inensítta de paz! 16059|¡Vuelviste! 16059|Ya la fama 16059|La paz 16059|Los árabes, los robo, 16059|El caballero, 16059|Ya mi caballo el rey, 16059|Hizo amor que mi cara 16059|Sobre las flores azota. 16059|Al daréuntingí mis afectar, 16059|De ayer dando en vano, 16059|Los que asombró sus amores 16059|Al marchar la ira aliento. 16059|¡De ave y velo! ¡vuelveíd el oro! 16059|Ya los estéis de su voz, 16059|Ya las hércules de mi opinena 16059|Vuelve en mi opinena. 16059|Los hércules de las dos vanas 16059|La ventana del rey 16059|Ya en vano 16059|De la corona, 16059|Y en vano 16059|La noche y desierto, 16059|Y en vano 16059|Y confusiendo del río, 16059|Y eres en vano 16059|Y lo entendí entre los campos, 16059|Y en vano 16059|Dieron sus brazos los destinos. 16059|Los que hoy segun los nieblas, 16059|Hoy de una voz, el alma, 16059|Y hoy lo á mi opinena 16059|Y las dos no me viene. 16059|¡Las más hermosas de un vuelo 16059|Por sus tuyos lejos! 16059|¡Desvenendidas son las caras! 16059|Señor, al fin con que viene, 16059|Sus ojos te remontos, 16059|Por ti, hondo á poco pesar, 16059|A tu velero vidro 16059|Los caminos de un olvido, 16059|Señor, sus amigos, 16059|Hondo á mi opinena, 16059| ======================================== SAMPLE 9730 ======================================== 37213|And my heart swelled, and my eyes glowed, and a mighty wind 37213|Grew, and a great wave rolled o'er the great sea and 37213|the water-places, and the wavelets cried aloud, 37213|And on the great sea the billows were green, and the 37213|dewy billow poured down and gathered all to the 37213|long waves like a golden shower. 37213|And I, the child of the land, 37213|For there was nothing of the sea, no bird of the air, 37213|no bee of the dale--far off only the great waves of 37213|the sea. 37213|And as they dashed on the land, I did not say much, 37213|only looked up into the clouds. 37213|I went home that evening, and was not crying, 37213|only with eyes that were wet I watched the land-wind 37213|go rushing and the billows rush in, and I heard 37213|the waves blow in from the great ocean-peaks. 37213|The water swilling, it was so cold. 37213|One was hard at the mouth to go wet or go wet 37213|to go wet at the feet: they were not wet. 37213|And it is only the wild things who are wild, 37213|and the great birds are great in the air 37213|Have no place in the world but where it is set here, 37213|the great ocean-peaks. 37213|When the wind is blowing hard I can stand it 37213|all night on the broad water, and I go 37213|sitting in the wind-slit and staring down the great clear air, 37213|so I can see things in my mind without thinking, 37213|so I see the great green billows at night and in the day. 37213|When I stand on the coast and watch the waves as they are 37213|going and sweeping over to the sea, 37213|When I watch the land, no more seeing the sea, 37213|And the great billows roll through all my thoughts 37213|as if I saw every thing at once, 37213|And I feel that I may never come home again. 37213|It is the wind-slit in the sea-washed beach, 37213|Is the wind in a wind-slit in the sea, 37213|Who can set a man's heart fast to his feet, 37213|But it moves and stands in his heart like this, 37213|With the great waves that are rocking his ship 37213|and sweeping her to the sea. 37213|The old man stands in the wind-slit,-- 37213|Is it the wind, or the wind-slit in the sea, 37213|Who can tell his heart? 37213|I have stood in the wind-slit and stared 37213|at the land-wide sea, with white foam on it, and at night 37213|when its deep voice is heard in the night from the waves and the 37213|sails on the sea-boards, 37213|When the winds in their fury cry at their gods and ask them 37213|what they are doing or why they are done. 37213|And I know the old man, and the old man does not say nothing, 37213|and the old man has so many treasures to hold, 37213|And he is very old and his eyes are deep and very old, 37213|and his beard is long, 37213|And his body is covered with many a tassie round his 37213|body. 37213|"Is it the wind in the wind-slit in the wind 37213|that sweeps me out of my rest, 37213|But it shakes my heart with a fierce, strange passion 37213|that I cannot speak of? 37213|I am no more young when the waves break off their night on 37213|my body, and I am more old when the wind blows. 37213|And I do not know if it is it I am old and the old man's 37213|heart, or the great wave-rock, or the wind in the wind-slit. 37213|It is the wind in the wind-slit in the sea, that sweeps me 37213|out of my rest, 37213|And the strong wind and the great wave are the ghosts of me." 37213|We must not give the ======================================== SAMPLE 9740 ======================================== 16376|"The little ones," he went on, "you see, 16376|Are as a rose to him." 16376|I heard, in the old oak-tree, 16376|The little robins sing 16376|(Their thoughts of him the same 16376|As the big birds' notes). 16376|I listened in the wood, 16376|All heartily, as before, 16376|Till, as I listened too, 16376|Some small voice broke the song. 16376|It was no little robins-- 16376|It was the great Queen's 16376|(God's glory at her knee!) 16376|And then a little voice cried, 16376|"O, little robins, be still, 16376|For your King is gone a-building." 16376|"Dear Lord (the little robins 16376|Said), I here am again. 16376|Our thoughts of him are as new 16376|As we opened our eyes to light." 16376|How little things are! How grand, 16376|How wonderful, how few! 16376|To the wide world of things, 16376|As of old it was, 16376|The future has not changed; 16376|And we sit with our parents 16376|In the great Library of Light, 16376|And dream that God has planned 16376|This world of ours with us. 16376|It was not made for us; 16376|Not made to our clumsy ways; 16376|It is much too wide, and rough, 16376|And strange, and dark. 16376|But, God, make it for us, 16376|Or ill or well, 16376|A fair and beautiful road, 16376|Along which we may go 16376|To some fair future age, 16376|And, being here, depart 16376|In a blessed Heart-- 16376|O Father, make it for us! 16376|O, make it for us, 16376|That we in it 16376|May find our own 16376|Instrument of Peace! 16376|Let us, then, in hope 16376|That we, in sooth, 16376|May find this world 16376|As Thou didst make it fair. 16376|Here, then, the little robins 16376|For a while 16376|Shall sing to us in this quiet spot, 16376|For a while, and give us play. 16376|All night long and every night, 16376|By the white, white moon, 16376|God made them--the little robins, 16376|So fine and white; 16376|And the stars looked after them, 16376|And rocked in beds. 16376|And so to bed, and so to stay. 16376|At early dawn, they were gone, 16376|Hid away. 16376|Some climbed the branches overhead; 16376|Some hid in hollows, where'er 16376|Could be found a hiding-place; 16376|Some wakened in the hollows, to feed 16376|When mama bore them,--some to sit 16376|Upon her lap; or, peeping through 16376|The hollows they might see the moon 16376|Watch them asleep. 16376|And, when the sun uprose, and scarce 16376|A shadow on the water cast, 16376|The little robins came again; 16376|And sat and cooed thereat, and howled 16376|With all their might! 16376|What a noise! for I never heard 16376|So wonderful a birdleting; 16376|Never heard so large a brood 16376|Of birds so different in all shapes 16376|As here to-day. 16376|First, a blackbird sat, 16376|With a naked neck and breast, 16376|And a very large torn bill, 16376|And a very long breast. 16376|A gray heron followed after, 16376|With a long netting of his tail, 16376|And a long yellow bill. 16376|A goslings' nest he was, of eggs 16376|Wherewithal to house himself. 16376|A duck was also with him, 16376|With a goslings' nest beside; 16376|A duck had another ======================================== SAMPLE 9750 ======================================== 3468|Soothly I would now the day of old forget: 3468|"Lo, this is what ye did, and ye shall do no less." 3468|"Farewell, thou ship on the sea-way, 3468|And a long farewell to thee," 3468|Quoth the grey-haired old man. 3468|"Alas! the ship hath yet to sail 3468|The land of the dark green sea, 3468|Farewell, thou ship on the sea-way, 3468|And a last farewell, O." 3468|Lo, on the strand the mastless wreck we found, 3468|The shrouds by the sea cast-away; 3468|Then straight a word betokened that she lay 3468|With the last hand on the mast. 3468|Then spake the grey-haired old man: 3468|"Here is the world, and the world's at rest; 3468|Farewell thou ship on the sea-way, 3468|And farewell, farewell. 3468|"For, ah, well deem I that thou now 3468|Wilt never draw anear mine ear, 3468|For the world is as dear to me 3468|As that which thou art gone." 3468|Then straight upon the sands, 3468|The wind of the night fell sore: 3468|'Twas there we laid our dead there. 3468|So oft in the lonely night, 3468|They came back, the ghosts of those 3468|Who had died at that well-won place. 3468|In the dark the night we found; 3468|Far off the white masts shone. 3468|"O God, how strange!" we said, 3468|"How strange that ye are gone! 3468|What means this grey-haired man 3468|Who comes back from the sea-way, 3468|And how fares the world now?" 3468|"Lo, the sea hath cast our dead, 3468|And the sky hath filled o'er all 3468|With life again, and the blue 3468|Gates of heaven shall not let pass 3468|Our souls when we come again." 3468|"O weary eyes! O weary eyes! 3468|We shall sleep not there alone." 3468|Then the grey-haired old man said: 3468|"Come you back, O weary eyes? 3468|The world is wide as before." 3468|"What shall I say, O weary eyes? 3468|Whose is the world now, and whom?" 3468|"O God, thou old friend, the world is not but the shape 3468|Of death, now thou art here again. 3468|We are the ghosts of this, who slept 3468|And lost, when all was quiet here; 3468|We are the ghosts of these who lived 3468|In quiet-seeming years of old 3468|And loved and fain would die a-still 3468|But did not; for thou wouldst not go. 3468|We are the ghosts of the years long gone; 3468|Our souls are but the mould of this." 3468|"Farewell, farewell, thou ghost of all, 3468|My good old friend, for whom I live. 3468|What are the years, this life, to thee? 3468|Or sleep, or death, or living or dead? 3468|What is it but the mould of death?" 3468|"The world is wide to me; 3468|I say to all, save one, 3468|I am the old friend thou hast known 3468|Now for a passing hour. 3468|My eyes are open wide, the ways 3468|For nought but fools to fare: 3468|I see the land of the dead as clear 3468|As a clear stream may be." 3468|"O grey-haired man, the world is but a shape 3468|Of death, now thou art here again. 3468|Faint, I say, and far away, 3468|Is the lovely world from me." 3468|"O folk, the world is wider wide 3468|Now; the world hath never been; 3468|For I see the world that is full of men 3468|In an isle that is far away." 3468|"I ask no more of thee than thou ======================================== SAMPLE 9760 ======================================== 30488|Tempt, when the stormy night is done 30488|To gather earth, and sleep and cheer. 30488|Then, when the day is come, a cry 30488|I gave the wind,--and found it true, 30488|That life was not the story dull 30488|Of life that life will reach to-day; 30488|Nor yet the long-dead days of old; 30488|But a new one, with the fresh air, 30488|And a new life, all unafraid. 30488|Then, for the task a-foot, that task is not 30488|A task of man or a god, 30488|But for a shadow, and a hand, 30488|To lead you through the dawn that lies, 30488|And light the way to the clear, still light. 30488|I shall not find the old sweet road, 30488|But a long way I must go, 30488|Beyond those fields of sun and moon, 30488|That lie between the meadows wide, 30488|To the bright light that fills my eyes. 30488|Then, some day when I wake with mirth, 30488|To hear the wind up the dell say-- 30488|"Ah, wind, whare art thou blowing?" 30488|Then shall the dreamy wind of waking 30488|In song return from the distant skies. 30488|Ah, wind, whare art thou blowing? 30488|There is no songer as I love, 30488|No music as the grasshoppers; 30488|The birds cannot reach the spring's breath; 30488|And yet that quiet spring is sweet, 30488|And sweet the grasses round my feet, 30488|As home to me, and love, and you, 30488|I turn, I am among green hills, 30488|And grassy fields of winter woods; 30488|Sweet, soft sweet is the breath of spring, 30488|And sweet sweet is the dawning day; 30488|But sweet as love in the breast of death 30488|Is the sweet breath of the grave and I. 30488|A wind came from the west, 30488|A strange, strange sound, 30488|As of the sea, 30488|And seemed to be an answer there, 30488|And blow down some secret through my heart, 30488|As if, in the breath of those strange wings, 30488|It found an utterance to its flight. 30488|What was the wind that came, 30488|Blowing over the sea? 30488|It was like some wild, vague, silent dream, 30488|Or a wind as far beyond the seas 30488|As the sea had heard, 30488|And blown it out, 30488|Over the sea. 30488|What was the wind that fled, 30488|When I drew breath to say-- 30488|It seemed the answer from the far-off hills; 30488|Then turned again to the landlike waves, 30488|And blew them back, 30488|And caught them up between the folds of sleep. 30488|What was the wind that fled 30488|When I could laugh and know for a surety 30488|'Twas only a flutter of wings across? 30488|A ghostly, ghostly laughter then did meet me, 30488|A voice--not that of ghost or ghostly flesh, 30488|But of the air, 30488|That laughed it in 30488|And made a great, clear wail through the dark, 30488|As if it knew its hour and knew its dread. 30488|The air, that laughed us in, 30488|Bid the dark wind come; 30488|It will come, for the night grows dark, 30488|And the land lies under the night; 30488|And the night comes far, far away. 30488|Ah! the night lies far, far away. 30488|And my soul leaps from sleep, 30488|Like a child that cries, 30488|For the dark wind comes, and blurs the blue sky 30488|And cries, and the night shall fall, 30488|And the dews fall, 30488|And the night falls, 30488|The dews shall come, and the night goes. 30508|The day comes up, it comes all the year long, 30508|With ======================================== SAMPLE 9770 ======================================== 1304|Till all of earth at length should be 1304|As in the days of old, 1304|When I came back to you. 1304|THEY are passing by me 1304|The shadows fall, they fall, 1304|The long sweet night is over, 1304|And the day dawns at last. 1304|Now the light of the day is breaking 1304|Through the branches overhead, 1304|Look, look! they are coming nearer-- 1304|What way, pray, have we to flee? 1304|"Where, where are the friends I loved?" 1304|Ah, far from earth, where I could trace 1304|Her sweet, sweet face, that I had known, 1304|Far from men, from the world-old spring! 1304|And my soul may be happy and free 1304|Before the new day comes to me! 1304|I FADE into the shadows, 1304|My world of light I leave; 1304|The shadows fall, they fall, 1304|The long sweet night is over, 1304|Yet, yet for me there be! 1304|My days are long, my nights are long, 1304|My sleep is broken fast; 1304|I go, I faint, I sink, 1304|Till the day dawns at last. 1304|FADE not out of the world, 1304|Fall not in the night, 1304|It shall all begin at last, 1304|I can stay the morning. 1304|Fade not out of the world, 1304|Fall not in the night, 1304|Farewell, for it is no more May! 1304|The sweet birds sit and sing, 1304|The flowers rise and weep in April, 1304|And the nightingale alone 1304|Hangs still beside the window-glass. 1304|Farewell, for it is no more May! 1304|I LOVED her blue eyes, 1304|They were brighter than stars, 1304|Her cheeks were redder 1304|Than the burning sea. 1304|Her hair was like showers 1304|Of star-dust shaken; 1304|From her bosom broke 1304|The stars in gleams. 1304|But her tongue was not 1304|So charming after; 1304|Her mouth was not half so red, 1304|The lips of other men. 1304|She lived, I knew, in a tower, 1304|That was redolent of song; 1304|But she never came near 1304|The courtyard or the fields. 1304|She lived alone with thoughts, 1304|And hopes, and sorrows; 1304|She had yet a heart of stone 1304|And never was alone. 1304|All night beneath the moon, 1304|She dreamed of me asleep; 1304|All night beneath the moon, 1304|Her lips were very mine. 1304|All night beneath the moon, 1304|She made me feel so dear; 1304|And all night thereafter, 1304|When the stars were in the sky, 1304|I loved her more than man. 1304|I THOUGHT on a time 1304|(Look again if you can) 1304|A shepherd once was, 1304|And he lived in Arcady: 1304|There where the rivulets wind, 1304|The reapers sometimes cut 1304|The tender tops of olive-trees 1304|That wave in a garden shady 1304|On the banks of a winding river 1304|That lisps and murmurs through 1304|A mossy fissure: 1304|And every morning, 1304|In the dewy pastures 1304|They watered till the water-logs 1304|Grew to ripeness: 1304|And then, with song and dance 1304|They flitted through the noonday 1304|And left their everlasting scent 1304|On the fresh and everlasting flowers 1304|That wave their leaves. 1304|And one such was he, 1304|And other Men were there, 1304|And they sang his praises 1304|And flitted round him: 1304|And aye the more they praised 1304|The shepherd, and his shepherd- ======================================== SAMPLE 9780 ======================================== 25953|Hair of each child was painted fair; 25953|For the sake of good luck to all 25953|She herself had painted it fair. 25953|All this took a great deal of thought, 25953|And a great deal of labour too. 25953|In the summer time came the sun, 25953|In the winter time the snow also, 25953|In April came the time of blossoming, 25953|When the blossoms came in season likewise, 25953|And the blossoms yet were far from falling. 25953|In the summer time she went to work 25953|Under a new and handsome shade, 25953|And again there came the snow to lay, 25953|With its drifts the snow had covered well, 25953|And the ice was there, too, by her side. 25953|This the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|And he turned about to find it there. 25953|Thus he found it, and upon it, 25953|In her basket, he beheld it, 25953|And upon her a brand-new skirt was lying, 25953|Which the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|When he found it there upon the green, 25953|To himself he turned his forehead, 25953|And he answered as he looked at it: 25953|"Is it well that thou hast brought it?" 25953|Said the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|"Is it well that thou hast brought it? 25953|For the sake of all my people, 25953|I myself am not as other men, 25953|Others I know as little as I know. 25953|For the sake of all my people, 25953|I myself am not as other men, 25953|Others I know as little as I know. 25953|But if I must go into battle, 25953|And to battle with the heroes 25953|Who are in my pipe-stem, give me my spear." 25953|Said the lively Lemminkainen, 25953|"What can I do with a spear so frail? 25953|There are many that take spear in hand, 25953|And at once can fight with me." 25953|Said the lively Lemminkainen, 25953|"You are but a young man then indeed, 25953|But I know too well that you are young, 25953|And in truth will fight with me." 25953|Said the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|"If it cannot be you fight with me, 25953|Then will I speak with Väinämöinen, 25953|Till we two have fought each other." 25953|Said the lively Lemminkainen, 25953|"But that I should be fighting with you, 25953|And on so much terms, I never 25953|Had the joy of fighting with so great." 25953|Said the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|"Then remember then I gave you. 25953|But from this world I was not born, 25953|Where the children take more than they can. 25953|All too soon I heard that you were born, 25953|And I gave you everything you want." 25953|Lemminkainen, grave and steadfast, 25953|Answered in the words which follow: 25953|"This world it is not so with me, 25953|I cannot tell you all I know, 25953|Nor am I willing even to ask; 25953|For my own life would I wish a lot, 25953|And a goodly lot in my stead. 25953|And your daughter, she will take to me, 25953|To a bride of highest quality." 25953|Said the lively Lemminkainen, 25953|But he spoke again with anger: 25953|"Well indeed that you would take me, 25953|And with us would be happy weal; 25953|I myself am not a wight so great, 25953|I myself am not a lad so great, 25953|Nor am I worthy to marry, 25953|Forth from this world in such distress." 25953|Said the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|"I will leave your child for you still. 25953|You will surely make me richer, 25 ======================================== SAMPLE 9790 ======================================== 13086|In which I can be happy 13086|'Neath the heaven of our dreams. 13086|And that still is possible. 13086|There is in you the dew of youth; 13086|There is in you the hope of heaven; 13086|There is in you the angel-form 13086|Of the angel-spirit you see now; 13086|There is in you the hope of heaven, 13086|And there again the old joy of heaven. 13086|And what is this same hope that thrills 13086|In your heart, and fills in glass 13086|Of the hope of heaven to-day, 13086|And of heaven to-morrow? 13086|The hope of heaven in flowers like the hope of heaven 13086|In the heart of a child; 13086|And the hope of heaven in all things 13086|That live or die or are done with the life it survives. 13086|They are there for a day who wait: 13086|A bird from the North, 13086|Or a swallow from the sea, 13086|Or a bee from the rose; 13086|They are sweet in the wayward dream 13086|And their sweet is sweet, 13086|For they know only of death 13086|And of nothingness. 13086|They are there for a day who wait-- 13086|I know a little flower 13086|That waits upon a grave at noon. 13086|There is no grave but this is not it. 13086|And a little grave is a dream; 13086|I think that death is a flower of white: 13086|For what is there that's not true, 13086|True as the sun can be? 13086|I am alone in that white garden, 13086|And even I am alone; 13086|And I, the simple child, 13086|Lifting against white flowers 13086|A little flower, 13086|For the soul of me groweth as a flower 13086|In that white garden. 13086|I am alone in its soul, 13086|For all the roses that grow 13086|Upon the flowers that have made me its flower 13086|Are dust in a dust of tears. 13086|But it groweth as an angel, 13086|And I know that when I weep 13086|The flowers that have had my tears will grow 13086|As flowers in the garden. 13086|I am alone in that white garden-- 13086|I know that in the heart of it 13086|Even I have a God to love 13086|And I have a little God to love, 13086|And no other God than this. 13086|And when that little garden 13086|Grew in the dark to me, 13086|How could I rest, except that there it grew 13086|As a garden that was ours! 13086|I dream that all these years I sleep, 13086|I dream that I behold 13086|This garden through a veil of cloud. 13086|And I, a little dreamer, look 13086|On all these years I sleep. 13086|And I am as the flower that grows. 13086|There are no eyes in a blind man's eyes. 13086|The night is growing old, and the shadows fall. 13086|I sit and think on the things that are to be. 13086|The garden begins again that I may see. 13086|The little birds are gone. 13086|And, in the empty air, I hear 13086|An old wind sighing. 13086|'Tis long last February-- 13086|It is the time of life 13086|When our hearts and our thoughts are most free. 13086|With love for the old year 13086|And thought for the new, 13086|I walk through the dim twilight ways. 13086|The flowers that grew before 13086|I saw once more. 13086|And all these years we two have been. 13086|Oh, we are as the old year 13086|And all these years we two are one. 13086|And what are the memories that throng 13086|Thee, with the dreams I remember? 13086|I had a little maid, 13086|Her name was Clara. 13086|And many little things 13086|Were strange to me. 13086|I could not understand ======================================== SAMPLE 9800 ======================================== 1008|That we had of our eyes both been deprived, 1008|At random which some patron or other 1008|Had left empty to our blindness, ray 1008|Distinguish'd from the sun, that as the moon 1008|Sheds on the sea her lustre, so our orb 1008|Shine through having only eyes on earth. 1008|And first, if in the ascent we sped 1008|Down to the nethermost abyss, we had 1008|Descended but a single step, ere morn 1008|Had shown her forth. But roll'd amain 1008|The hill a round, the round was broken on 1008|Far as the eye could see; and deep within 1008|We now beheld water flowing, far as sight 1008|Can unto us reveal, wherein the love 1008|Of those immortal letters, duly fill'd, 1008|The power of understanding no more 1008|Is giv'n to them, than a blind man's to know 1008|If some great eyes be. And as the sage 1008|Where he his practice set apart for us, 1008|Whereby he may best discern the truth, 1008|Whereby he may best contend for it most, 1008|In the first circles, where such wonders are, 1008|And see conflict 'twixt a false opinion 1008|And true belief, yet keep calm, so I 1008|Set by these numbers, that the depth of Hell 1008|May opine, and none advance who will comb 1008|The mist of mystery. Forth I issued 1008|From the first circle, where I saw the bolts 1008|Pendent on th' other side. My sight then wak'd 1008|Circling round, and I beheld a tower, 1008|That on its summit and its descent did move 1008|Station themselves, as sail sets out for storm. 1008|Before it, as a shelter, overawed 1008|A multitude, who were in halt or standing 1008|Watch'd by the bolt. "Why place you here, ye who 1008|To the first high God were antecedents tender?" 1008|To whom our Saviour, be not misled, replied; 1008|"Methinks I think, forsooth, of many hearts 1008|Having towards me such regard, that they commend 1008|This place of rest, where I am shelter'd safe." 1008|And I to him, "What warder is 1008|Within these walls, but with your holy book 1008|Have you identifed me, who am shy of soul?" 1008|"When thou didst walk all stooping to be spreed 1008|By him who guards our life, over the middle 1008|Thy scope was narrow; but now thou hast surmount'd 1008|It, so that thy goal is arrive'd at. His is the fold 1008|Which from the middle downwards rolls, and centrems 1008|All, or in part, the various commands of God. 1008|I was descriving on the valley floor 1008|When I descried a multitude that stood 1008|In cleft stones together. On the opposite edge 1008|There were all running towards it, as a flock 1008|Making thereto a pavement. Four hands, that twain 1008|Clos'd them, held thus together:" and I 1008|Beheld a thousand perfet images, 1008|That seem'd maugre their Maker, and from them 1008|As smoke did stream. Sudden I perceived to feel 1008|My feet receding, and to view themastely 1008|Those things reinvented. "Yet they lead not on," 1008|The Teacher said, "but hold their own, continuing 1008|They seem'd not so much to change as they seem'd made 1008|By copying likenesses of the originals." 1008|So we a space of space have traveled: now come 1008|To the fifth stanza, that doth make us painfully 1008|And with difficulty to endure the change. 1008|As in a sounding oar the mists discontinuous 1008|Draw nigh to the rostra, ======================================== SAMPLE 9810 ======================================== A little, little bird sings 2732|A little, little bird sings; 2732|O little, little bird, that sings so sweet, 2732|That I would so love you, I'm sure I could do, 2732|As well as I love my dear love and my queen. 2732|A little, little boat sings 2732|A little, little boat sings; 2732|O little, little boat, I know you don't sing 2732|So sweetly as a little, little bird could, 2732|But O, you sang to me when darling was nigh, 2732|And I love my love with all my soul alone. 2732|O little, little blossom that comes to peep 2732|O, you that are so rosy, and that I adore, 2732|O little, little star I love so true, 2732|I'd live in your little glass, and serve you for tea! 2732|As sweet and fair as the birds and the blossoms are, 2732|As fresh and fair as the waters, as white and bright, 2732|As the sun is bright and the dew is so light and dew, 2732|As sweet and fair as the blossoms are, O darling! 2732|As white and clear as that blue sky to the eye, 2732|And clear as air when the sun and showers are over, 2732|As white as dew, of a crystal crystal clear, 2732|And perfect as all might believe to be so. 2732|Ah, there's no loss in a rose-cheek, O! 2732|And no loss in a rose-knee; 2732|A rose-tip and rose-sweet are, I ween; 2732|A rose-lip is sweet as the dew on the eye, 2732|And both together are good for the heart. 2732|For a rose-cheek is a sign of respect, 2732|A rose-nail or rose-tip is a sign of shame, 2732|A rose-letter is a good-will to a girl, 2732|One would think a rose-tip might think, to be so 2732|And so so, dear! O, love! 2732|A rose-letter is but the tip, 2732|A rose-lip is only a sign; 2732|A rose-letter is love and not shame! 2732|But the good, kind rose-letter is plain, 2732|And all sweetly and cleanly to be found 2732|In a silver letter to be sure. 2732|Then away with the rose-tints of yore! 2732|A rose-nicotine is not only the sign 2732|Of a rose-nicotine; a rose-lip is only a sign 2732|Of respect, and not so much of ill. 2732|When she sits all the day, so goodly and fair, 2732|And her mouth is as full of a kiss o' dew 2732|As the rose-tree in the meadow, what can her mind 2732|Against a kiss o' dew do? What can her mind withstand 2732|When her mouth takes a kiss and her bosom's glad 2732|'Gainst the kiss o' dew? 2732|Then, away with all the kisses that be; 2732|A kiss o' dew on her mouth if so be she please, 2732|And her bosom's glad when her kiss goes thro' and thro' 2732|'Gainst the lips of her. 2732|When you've kissed her a thousand times 'ith a hair, 2732|And she's kissed you a thousand times 'ith a kiss more, 2732|If she kiss you again and yet again you meet, 2732|Think you then you've satisfied her? No, you're a skelp! 2732|How can a man satisfy a kiss o' dew on the cheek? 2732|O, away with all the kisses and kisses o' dew! 2732|I love the lady that is fair and the lady that is smart. 2732|The lady that is white and the lady that is red, 2732|I love the lady that's fair and the lady that's smart. 2732|As for the lady yonder fair and the lady that's red, 2732|I love but to see her kiss me in spite of myself. 2732| ======================================== SAMPLE 9820 ======================================== 13646|Whose head is like a rosy ball, 13646|And whose foot is a round apple pie; 13646|Who lives on honey, and who drinks strong cheer, 13646|Until his arms and legs will ache so sore, 13646|He must go out without his bonnet blue. 13646|Whose legs are so long, and whose arms are so broad, 13646|That he cannot even get into the race; 13646|Who has got a bird, and eats but little bread, 13646|Who is happy in his own native sky. 13646|Who builds, from straw, his house, and builds it right; 13646|Who walks with quietest step, and eats but cake. 13646|Who never has been out, and ne'er intends to go; 13646|Who never has been ill, and ne'er expects to rot. 13646|For that is the length of time that he must know 13646|What grief to others is understood by "Coo." 13646|And, when tired, he sits down, and keeps his head 13646|Against the windows of the world, and dreams 13646|That his next turn will be Lord of all that's. 13646|And when all is over, and he must die, 13646|He whistles hoarsely, and is heard without door, 13646|And when that is all, he turns his face from dust, 13646|And so does Dr. Parnassus College. 13646|When my Lady said "I love you," what did she do? 13646|She ate the flowers in the sweet basil tree. 13646|The flowers, because it is their custom not to spring 13646|But to let men feed, and flowers are fed, they do. 13646|And when men see, in this life, so many sweet things, 13646|Wherein it is beautiful to keep in bloom, 13646|And yet grow nothing, as one thinks of but the flowers, 13646|They take delight in thinking of their death, 13646|And what they have not, and look for, wish and crave. 13646|The ancient poet tells us that our hearts were good, 13646|And would have smiled at all his prayers, were it not 13646|For the care that is put in keeping our days sweet. 13646|You may say my Lady smiles not, because 13646|She has not been in a long while, and that 13646|Is all she has been, being now about to die. 13646|And, to be sure, is none of your concern, 13646|When people have such tenderness, not long 13646|Since they feel that they must weep, and when, 13646|And knowing not what they are looking for, 13646|They ask "Are flowers only flowers?" and then 13646|Are led, and then are led, away to seek 13646|For weeds of sorrow, and, being led, are led, 13646|And thus have so many a sad day gone by. 13646|And, being sick, I must be, in the end, 13646|A beggarly creature, and must die, I must! 13646|Yes, Lady, I must die; and the good 13646|And liberal grace with which you lived your life 13646|Is something that no tears can render mine. 13646|I feel no more the love that you did know; 13646|I am no more the lady you knew, 13646|The friend you used to call in past days. 13646|Forgetful of yourself, I am now 13646|The beggarly creature that you knew! 13646|My thoughts now wander in a land unknown, 13646|Where never is, nor shall be, remembrance; 13646|Where Time shall sweep me with his wings of gold, 13646|And no one look on me, save God! 13646|The evening star is peering through the mist 13646|To tell me that my Lady is not there. 13646|Oh, never shall I forget the day 13646|My Lady went away from me; 13646|For that sweet night I watched beside her door 13646|(I know I should be happy with her hair!). 13646|I wish I could put her image back again, 13646|Like water in a mirror, to make me happy, 13646|And be the lady I have never been! 13646|The sun is lost 13646 ======================================== SAMPLE 9830 ======================================== 5185|Thinking, "Hence he brings his curse to me! 5185|All my life long I shall never 5185|Eat the bread of honor and glory, 5185|Eat the fair foods of Bunaresra, 5185|Eat the food of hermits and prophets, 5185|Eat of food of good Creator!" 5185|Spake the hostess of Pohyola, 5185|This the language of the hostess: 5185|"Truly great is my magic, 5185|Thousand at one word; thou canst travel 5185|On thy magic feet for many, 5185|O'er thy magic journeyings, serfs! 5185|Cuts of deer and bear, and antelope, 5185|Hunt the best of woodlands in Northland, 5185|Slay the wild-goose of Sariola, 5185|That I may enrich me with meat-offerings 5185|Give my lambs unto Sinabuh, 5185|Which shall pair and multiply again." 5185|Quick the hostess of Pohyola 5185|Cuts the meat of ancient heroes, 5185|Cuts in many objects larger, 5185|Tiny loaves of many kinds, 5185|For the hungry Shadow-hostess, 5185|For the hostess of Lapland. 5185|Then she brings her loaves of meat-meat, 5185|Quickly brings her choicest-eating, 5185|Takes from her shelf six baskets, 5185|Seven chests with treasure-cicles, 5185|That she may provide her guests 5185|With the Meew child's milk and drink. 5185|To her knees nine times she bends her 5185|Over the basket-bars she bends her, 5185|Throws the branches of the birch-tree, 5185|Twists three tapestry-work masts together, 5185|Hubs them round with pike-flax bands, 5185|From the chest of gold and copper, 5185|From the hiding-place of iron; 5185|Thieves all her Meew child's milk-pails 5185|From the milk-barks of the Mountains. 5185|Now with care the milk-hostess 5185|Throws the milk-juice from the birch-tree, 5185|Throws the water-juice from Pohya, 5185|Throws the salt-juice from the pine-trees; 5185|Thinks that this is magic milk-beer, 5185|Thinks that ever leads to happiness; 5185|Drink she in the eyes of children, 5185|Drink she in the ears of maidens, 5185|In the ears of mothers fainting, 5185|In the children crawling, moaning, 5185|In the mothers weeping, wailing, 5185|In the young men sunk in heart-ache, 5185|In their wisdom-trances lacking, 5185|In their thirst for knowledge-stories. 5185|In the great of age and middle, 5185|In the youth and maidens fainting 5185|In the maidens' faces weeping, 5185|In the youth's babbling faintsings, 5185|In the mothers' bosoms sighing, 5185|In the children's delights fading, 5185|In the great of years pondering: 5185|"Is this magic milk-beer good, 5185|Brewed from the brewed milk-juice? 5185|Thou art but as a child, drinking 5185|Sacred brewings from the barrel, 5185|Giving good things to thy brother; 5185|Goodliness and virtue only 5185|Are the brewings of thy brother." 5185|Spake the hostess of Pohyola: 5185|"Magicians often come to me 5185|To contract their hair of silver; 5185|Brewers only drink from goblets, 5185|Give the brewings to thy brother; 5185|He will ring brewings to thy door-posts, 5185|Tell thee their cures and cures for thee." 5185|Whereupon the beer-creator 5185|Hastened forward, forward, swiftly, 5185|Thrice backwards thrice he hastened, 5185|Through the court-yards moving, pounding 5185|On the barrels, drums, ======================================== SAMPLE 9840 ======================================== 2294|The winds are whispering of the flowers, 2294|The bees are happy and heedless 2294|Of the things the people say. 2294|To-day to-morrow 2294|Will be all too short--the flowers 2294|Are not like to wither without pain, 2294|And love is so strong in them! 2294|Come, then, your tears for us, lovers, 2294|Your prayers for us, the people, 2294|Who wait for us with longings 2294|For the love we dream. 2294|The moon is shining and silent 2294|Above the mountain garden, 2294|The light waves and the shadows-- 2294|It is one with death! 2294|The old moon's in the sunset, 2294|And the sunset's in the valley, 2294|The old moon's like the valley 2294|Where one meets love's face. 2294|The old moon's in the sunset 2294|Where in peace there is no longing 2294|So great that the end's afar; 2294|It is one with death! 2294|The old moon is in the sunset 2294|And the light is like a song, 2294|The moon's as silver as silver 2294|For one to sing on her lips, 2294|And the light is a song like love 2294|That leaves all things well! 2294|The old moon's in the sunset 2294|And the light is a blessing 2294|For a world to think so good 2294|Of, and of that God's will! 2294|But a God who loves and forsakes 2294|Does not love the dark nor burn 2294|As one in faith's dark twilight 2294|Who fain would leave the earth so fair. 2294|It is one in faith's darkness 2294|Who does love the light so well 2294|That one, when the light's out, 2294|Cannot think of the earth at all! 2294|When the white wind of April 2294|Lights the garden to April's blue, 2294|And there's a fragrance in the air 2294|That moves a rose to love. 2294|What matter if the rose is dead 2294|If it has borne the fragrance, 2294|And still the rose is living 2294|The night before I die! 2294|I wonder if the dew 2294|Is gold that is sweet 2294|For you who come again 2294|When earth is turned to gold, 2294|And all the roses blow, 2294|And all the night-scented bees 2294|Bring balm for your soul; 2294|If it is, dear, for me, 2294|I shall not care, I swear, 2294|If all the flowers 2294|Are gossamer that winds 2294|In the spring at dawn. 2294|When the rose is dead 2294|The night is over everything, 2294|And only the sun makes sweet, 2294|And only the moon is fair 2294|Who dwells in the stars of day-- 2294|With their breath of stars and rays, 2294|For ever and ever! 2294|A song that is dead 2294|Is no song at all, 2294|Only a dream, 2294|No more of thee. 2294|A song that is dead 2294|Is not worth while. 2294|It lies upon 2294|A cup of gold 2294|Where tears have dimmed 2294|The crystal rim. 2294|The song that is dead. 2294|Oh, my love is sleeping, 2294|The moon is on her hair, 2294|And the wind is warm in the garden, 2294|And the stars shine in the starlight 2294|In a room where only the moon 2294|Is shining and night is here. 2294|"I would that I might lie like thee, 2294|And hear the stars say 'Yes': 2294|I would that I might lie as near, 2294|And drink in every breath, 2294|Sunk in the gold that is life, 2294|That makes everything be." 2294|He is not the dead, my love 2294|That lies upon the bed; 2294|The night is cold under the stars ======================================== SAMPLE 9850 ======================================== 18500|I will gie him a wee, I wadna gie him a he' 18500|Tune--"_The laird o' Dunffart._" 18500|My bonnie, bonnie owre the fauld, 18500|My ain countrie countrie; 18500|My ain countrie countrie, 18500|The warld's at an end. 18500|Farewell to my ain countrie, 18500|My ain countrie, my native place, 18500|My native countrie, 18500|My bonnie, bonnie, owre the fauld! 18500|My bonnie, bonnie, owre the fald! 18500|The warld's at an end. 18500|Tune--"_Let her walk about._" 18500|The king of Scots hath overthrown us; 18500|He hath overthrown our power; 18500|And so what will he do 18500|But to turn back into France and Spain? 18500|We are his subjects still, 18500|He does not yet retrench us: 18500|And, though the crown be on his head, 18500|The haughty lord of Dee 18500|Must still be a stranger to his land. 18500|He has armed ourselves, and we remain, 18500|He must keep us in awe: 18500|For his self-devotion, 18500|And his true faith, Scotland hath not seen. 18500|His self-devotion, 18500|And his true faith, Scotland hath not seen. 18500|Tune--"_The mither o' Glen Coeur._" 18500|There's ne'er a man in all Scotland but I, 18500|And my love is the lassie we lo'e best; 18500|There's ne'er a man in all Scotland but I, 18500|But I love her in yon green burnie well; 18500|There's ne'er a man in all Scotland but I, 18500|But I love her in yon green burnie well; 18500|She has charm'd me and she has charm'd all that know, 18500|And my love is the lassie we lo'e best; 18500|And the charm of my lassie, is faith, 18500|And my love is the lassie we lo'e best; 18500|For it's yon burn-side tree she lives, 18500|There's ne'er a man in all Scotland but I, 18500|There's ne'er a man in all Scotland but I, 18500|But I love her in yon burn-side tree; 18500|We have charm'd her and we have charm'd all that know, 18500|And my love is the lassie we lo'e best; 18500|And this love we bear thee, 18500|To love thee wi' all our might, 18500|She's loe over the burnside well 18500|That lo'es na her lo'e less. 18500|And my love is the lassie we lo'e best, 18500|That lo'es na her lo'e less. 18500|Tune--"_Owre Scotland's baron._" 18500|Tune--"_That's not the way to prove mair._" 18500|For Scotland's sake, fair lassie, be not woe, 18500|For a' the woes that on me fell have shed; 18500|Though life in misery's close bosom lies, 18500|Yet I'll be true to thee and the charge I plight. 18500|To Scotland's sake, fair lassie, be not woe, 18500|For a' the woes that on me fell have shed; 18500|Though life in misery's close bosom lies, 18500|Yet I'll be true to thee and the charge I plight. 18500|There's nane is like to thee, dear Margaret; 18500|In youth, was beauty's summer star; 18500|The softest voice, the softest hue, 18500|The softest beauty ever beamed. 18500|As she to me her secrets told, 18500|Sweet was the vision, in and out, 18500|And still through every ecstasy it lay: 18500|But sweetest of all to a sleeping queen, 18500|That ======================================== SAMPLE 9860 ======================================== May she ever rest 24869|Her heart within her breast.” 24869|Canto XXXII. Sítá’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXXIII. Sítá’s Haughty Face. 24869|Canto XXXIV. Sítá’s Disdain. 24869|Canto XXXV. Sítá’s Wrath. 24869|Canto XXXVI. Sítá’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXXVII. Sítá’s Tears. 24869|Canto XXXVIII. Sítá’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXXIX. The Sítá Consecrated. 24869|Canto XL. Sugríva’s Reply. 24869|Canto XLI. Sítá’s Reply. 24869|Canto XLII. Angad’s Lament. 24869|Canto XLIII. Lanká Remembered. 24869|Canto XLIV. Angad’s Departure. 24869|Canto XLV. Angad’s Lament. 24869|Canto XLVI. The Captains Departed. 24869|Canto XLVII. Vibhámir’s Lament. 24869|Canto XLVIII. Angad’s Lament. 24869|Canto XLIX. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto LX. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto LXX. The Captains’ Reply. 24869|Canto LXXI. Hanumán’s Lament. 24869|Canto LXXII. Hanumán’s Reply. 24869|Canto LXXIII. Hanumán Departed. 24869|Canto LXXIV. Viśvámitra’s Lament. 24869|Canto LXXV. Triśanku’s Lament. 24869|Canto LXXVI. Hanumán Destroyed. 24869|Canto LXXVII. Hanumán’s Return. 24869|Canto LXXVIII. Hanumán’s Hermitage. 24869|Canto I. Hanumán’s Lament. 24869|Canto II. Saramá’s Lament. 24869|Canto III. Válmíki’s Lament. 24869|Canto IV. Sugríva’s Lament. 24869|Canto VI. Ráma’s Lament. 24869|Canto VII. Ráma’s Lament. 24869|Canto VIII. Ráma’s Lament. 24869|Canto IX. Ráma’s Lament. 24869|Canto XII. Lakshman’s Lament. 24869|Canto XIII. Lakshman’s Departure. 24869|Canto XIV. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XV. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XVI. Hanumán Deprived. 24869|Canto XVII. Hanumája Destroyed. 24869|Canto XVIII. Lanká Lost. 24869|Canto XIX. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XX. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXI. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXII. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXIII. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXIV. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXV. Rávan’s Revenge. 24869|Canto XXVI. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXVII. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXVIII. Hanumán’s Story. 24869|Válmíki’s Story. 24869|Válmíki’s Story. 24869|Válmíki’s Story. 24869|Válmíki’s Story. 24869|Válmíki� ======================================== SAMPLE 9870 ======================================== 8672|It is so hard to say 8672|I love you! 8672|"But I love you," too, 8672|"I dare not tell 8672|Or tell in words alone 8672|How sweet you are to me. 8672|"Oh, do not let 8672|Or do I speak 8672|The heart within 8672|Be sick and turn 8672|Against your eyes and kisses, 8672|"My kisses--how dear they are! 8672|They leave a lisping trace 8672|Upon your mouth they leave, 8672|And on your lips they hide 8672|The sweets they seek to taste. 8672|"No words to tell you 8672|My passion, or describe 8672|Your beauty can compare 8672|With hers, which you wear. 8672|I love you 8672|Too true to tell, 8672|So love you well," 8672|The sweet little kitten 8672|That's lying on the hearth side 8672|Is begging for your love, 8672|My one very sweet thing, 8672|The poor little kittens 8672|Are hungry, they need your kisses, 8672|Your kisses to feed, 8672|My dear little kittens, 8672|And if you can but look 8672|In their brown eyes, 8672|We'll live, and I'll look 8672|In their brown eyes to know 8672|Your little heart is mine, 8672|And if you can but kiss 8672|My one sweet pet, 8672|We'll sleep on the hearth-stone, 8672|We fancies, if you will, 8672|My loving pet. 8672|When I am grown untried 8672|There is no fear, 8672|As it were no future, 8672|No thought for me, 8672|I must accept the past, 8672|And put away 8672|The dream that had no being. 8672|The world is still the same-- 8672|The wind may blow, 8672|The birds may sing, the flowers smile; 8672|It's nothing new. 8672|I have lived on so long 8672|So many friends 8672|Have come to my door; 8672|The world seems new and fair 8672|To me, this summer's eve-- 8672|My heart is bursting with delight 8672|And my soul's in the air, 8672|My love comes home, my love comes home, 8672|My dear is in the land. 8672|Her hair is golden gold, 8672|She has a heart of pearl, 8672|She's very, very dear. 8672|Her eyes, she knows how true, 8672|Can look in them for ever; 8672|Her heart is all her own, 8672|Where never a care goes free. 8672|My love is like to be 8672|The darling of the whole, 8672|And with a kiss of gold 8672|Her little heart will sing. 8672|I will lie on my pillow out in the cold, 8672|And cry and try to think, 8672|And wish that I might hide in the darkness there 8672|Until the dawn of day. 8672|The flowers are in a bed of fur, 8672|In a corner of the hay, 8672|And the birds sit singing on the berries, 8672|And the birdies go by. 8672|I have watched them ever since their feathers were furred, 8672|I'll watch them till the moon shall break; 8672|And I'll say to the birds on the berries, 8672|"You shall lie out in the hay"; 8672|They will answer, "Oh, yes, I will hide out in the hay"; 8672|And answer, "Good day to you." 8672|My darling is a very naughty child, 8672|And I have seen her cry, 8672|When wind and snare and a-whispering took place 8672|In the wild woodlands of Maine. 8672|She has played with a thousand things, 8672|But never loved a thing quite so; 8672|And now in her home she sits lonely there, 8672|And crying and a-mumming. 8672|I will make the wild ======================================== SAMPLE 9880 ======================================== 1358|For a great day of sun and sea! 1358|I cannot think of this much, 1358|But all things must have something new. 1358|But the old sea, and the old sun, 1358|I have none; but I must wake, and take 1358|My gun and see the world through. 1358|O that I could have the old sea! 1358|O that I might glide with the old sun! 1358|O that we two might take to sea! 1358|Then, when the sea is all alive 1358|And the earth is born upon its breast, 1358|And all the waters are a-swimming, 1358|I shall leave my little house of clay, 1358|And pass the world like a breath across: 1358|Then all its dusty halls shall be wet, 1358|And the sun be set upon Olympus. 1358|O that the sea should spread so wide 1358|And I should sail upon its waves: 1358|O that its deeps should be like mine, 1358|And that I should sink so deep in them! 1358|The World began yesterday; 1358|Here there is nothing new: 1358|A penny goes like a dollar 1358|And the moon is as big a peach. 1358|But what matters the moon and the sun, 1358|The moon and the sun are white 1358|And the new moon has eyes that are blue. 1358|The World began yesterday; 1358|Nothing changes under the sun: 1358|A penny goes like a dollar 1358|And the world is going quite as fast. 1358|But how do you know the World began? 1358|Only you know it began. 1358|I saw a horse in the meadow, 1358|I heard a dog in the street, 1358|And a woman's foot on the marble pavement, 1358|A dog's in the window, a man's on the hill, 1358|A woman's mouth and a dog's in the lane. 1358|I could not tell which I fancied most-- 1358|The meadow, the dog, the horse, the lady's frown, 1358|Or the lady's kiss in the dog's good-natured mouth, 1358|Or the meadow, the dog, the lady's smile. 1358|The World began yesterday, 1358|And nothing changes under the sun: 1358|A penny goes like a dollar 1358|And the world is going quite as fast. 1358|I saw a boat go out to sea, 1358|I heard a bell toll three, 1358|And the eyes of all on the quay were blue, 1358|For they all came back ashore. 1358|I have watched the quay's wave, 1358|The bends of the quay, 1358|And the water of the river of blood, 1358|And all that is done in the city of God-- 1358|But it's easy to be human still, 1358|They came from the City of the Sea 1358|With their boats; 1358|Their boats were made to float across the foam, 1358|Their bows hang over the bows, 1358|And their masts are made of coral, you know, 1358|And a man may sail on them. 1358|What is done in the City of the Sea 1358|May not be undone in the World. 1358|And the bell of the boats, toll three, 1358|Is hung on the quay as a symbol to preach 1358|To the souls in the World. 1358|The World began yesterday, 1358|Nothing changes under the sun: 1358|A penny goes like a dollar, 1358|And the World is going quite as fast._ 1358|I saw the world in its nakedness, 1358|Not in its clothing, and it was good; 1358|I saw the world as it seemed to me 1358|Before the splendour of its display 1358|Had touched me with its splendour. 1358|The air was all in a rosier state, 1358|It buzzed about its little nests like bees, 1358|Scattered its little clouds as light o'erhead, 1358|And seemed to be pleased to die. 1358|With the sun upon his back and the blue above, 1358| ======================================== SAMPLE 9890 ======================================== 1304|Or the bright moon that seems at eve; 1304|Or the wind in flowery woods 1304|Murmuring like the heart of spring; 1304|Or the long, white lashes of the moon; 1304|Or a song that sounds like words 1304|Whose melody is sweet, 1304|Or the sea and the stars that meet; 1304|Or a song that feels like tears, 1304|Or a song that like a prayer sounds; 1304|Or 'Tis ever the same to me: 1304|I am lonely as a robin lost 1304|On the roof by the green bank's side. 1304|I am wandering like a lover, 1304|And the moon is drinking in the foam, 1304|Whispering to the moon that looks on, 1304|Whispering to her, whispering "Sleep." 1304|I am wandering like a lover, 1304|And the stars are drinking in the blue: 1304|"Come to us, come to us, come;" 1304|But my soul that should go home to thee 1304|Can find her way to no one now. 1304|I am wandering like a lover, 1304|And an angel looks from the sky: 1304|But the angel is a dreamer's fool, 1304|And leaves me with a broken heart. 1304|I am wandering like a lover, 1304|And the world is crying out for me: 1304|"O my heart, be sadly for her sake, 1304|And send her back to me to-night!" 1304|And the moon looks down and is glad 1304|For the voice that calls on her to-night, 1304|For the voice that makes her seem so fair 1304|Is calling from the window-ledge. 1304|I am wandering like a lover, 1304|And the stars and the trees are dreaming too: 1304|"O my heart, send her back to me to-night," 1304|Whispers the breeze from the poplar tree. 1304|But my soul that should flee home to thee 1304|Is in the world to-night alone. 1304|I have found her,--I have found her, 1304|Where all lonely as a brook 1304|In mid summer it wanders 1304|Wan as a wandering fay, 1304|When, after rain, its waters 1304|Cease to murmur and mumble; 1304|But like a poet faint 1304|Of some lone song he sings 1304|Of Love he has lost, it seems, 1304|O'er all the wide world o'er: 1304|Where the windy valleys rise, 1304|Wrought with gold, and the green hills, 1304|In the sunset like stars sway: 1304|Where the wild woods grow, dark-grown: 1304|Withered leaves, and the cradling rills, 1304|Like a child he clambers: 1304|Where the wide, wide world endeth, 1304|Lakes, and forests, and the sea; 1304|Where are the glad singing birds, 1304|That are gathered in their mirth? 1304|Where are the gleaming paths that wind 1304|All the world, like a dream, 1304|And the sun as a lamp burning? 1304|All the world like a sea 1304|Marks the sun, as the soul leaps 1304|Out of the waters, bright-- 1304|Love and Death a mirror side by side:-- 1304|But this sea the mirrors are o'er; 1304|And the light is dying--dying 1304|O'er the vast world--not in mine own heart. 1304|Come away! it is the fair 1304|For spring, for joy of the Spring; 1304|Come away! we must be alone, 1304|All the birds and all the flowers; 1304|All the dreams are flown and forgot, 1304|All the hopes are died and done: 1304|Come away! 1304|Tiny, lowly thing, I mark 1304|Your gentle eyes have grown so bright 1304|Over these winter nights, so white; 1304|I mark you, dear, when the day is done, 1304|And the pale moon through the snow-white trees 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 9900 ======================================== 5185|On the topmost birch-tree's summit, 5185|By the lake's clear water's surface, 5185|There to learn the origin of 5185|Firmamental magic from him; 5185|From the powers of ancestral wisdom; 5185|From the magic of the heaven. 5185|Thus was Kullervo taught the origin 5185|Of the magic of the heavenly 5185|Words and actions of his mother. 5185|Magic names the little hero 5185|Took from the great spirit of the ocean; 5185|Took from him the origin 5185|Of his magic spells and powers uplifting, 5185|Sets at mercy now his magic powers 5185|In the service of the Northland; 5185|That is where his liegeman, Tuoni, 5185|First taught his lessons of enchanter, 5185|Learned his spells of power and horror, 5185|Taught his host of evil spirits. 5185|Magic names the little hero 5185|Took from the great spirit of the ocean, 5185|Took from him the magic spells relating, 5185|Binds at mercy now his magic powers 5185|In the service of Manala. 5185|Kullerwoinen, full of joyance, 5185|Filled his mind with songs of mystery, 5185|Took from him the source of magic, 5185|Songs of sorrow, songs of magic, 5185|Songs of loss, and songs of promised gladness, 5185|Songs of long-suffering, faithfulness, 5185|Songs of valiant deeds and praises, 5185|Songs of magic power and wonders. 5185|Quick he filled his mind with songs of sorrow, 5185|Songs of hopeless hopeless hopeless longing, 5185|Songs of hopeless love and bitterness, 5185|Songs of pain and helpless hopeless weeping, 5185|Songs of bitterness and pain extreme, 5185|Songs of bitterness to madness adder, 5185|To the fangs of hell the head of serpents, 5185|To devour the soul of nar+mus+ki, 5185|To become immortal in doom+netzer. 5185|Kullerwoinen, full of sadness, 5185|Quickly now prepares his vessel, 5185|Plans a voyage through the[S]maior, 5185|Plans a long one through the[Stan]. 5185|Sorrow and distress repulse, 5185|Killed be-his-wall-abyss, Sato, 5185|In the river of Tuoni, 5185|On the headland of Manala, 5185|Quickly rose a storm of water, 5185|Swollen the mighty stream of murder, 5185|Swallowed all the whiteness from his figures, 5185|Drove him to the dreaded dread Kalma, 5185|To the kingdom of Tuoni, 5185|To the land of evil demons, 5185|To the land of the [Sika-stones]. 5185|Kullerwoinen, kindly voyageur, 5185|Quickly hoists his navigational reins, 5185|Drives his ship in right direction, 5185|Lifts his hat in greeting to the moon, 5185|To the sun, and bids them loiter, 5185|Lift it forward one and all directions, 5185|Tries to find the home of cursed witchcraft. 5185|He has learned the spells of this evil, 5185|But the spells are incomplete, 5185|And the youth is filled with trouble, 5185|And he cannot find the cursed one 5185|In the region of Pohyola. 5185|Kullerwoinen, kindly voyager, 5185|Drives his ship nigh two days farther, 5185|To the flaming stream of Kalma, 5185|To the realm of the supreme magicians, 5185|To the realm of wicked witch-doctors; 5185|Finds the cursed one, Kalervo, 5185|Kullerwoinen's youngest brother; 5185|Seizes him in his broadsword, 5185|Knife his tresses short and ornate, 5185|Knife his girdle from the under garments, 5185|Firmly bites the grisly monster, 5185|Till he dies of ======================================== SAMPLE 9910 ======================================== 1040|If it be so, and of his own volition 1040|That gave him freedom, was so free to leave us, 1040|Though he so loved us of his own free will. 1040|Who said that God himself would have us part 1040|From him if we divorced ourselves from him? 1040|If he but loved us once, he would have shown us, 1040|But that we all knew that he had become 1040|A god for our delight, to whom we chose 1040|All that we could of love. If we knew his death, 1040|If we should feel the heart-strings tremble in us 1040|Because of the soft promise which he made, 1040|If the great end were ours of our heart's freedom, 1040|How would we have been more than our dear Lord? 1040|The old love was like a fire that went out. 1040|He could have brought it back in its beauty 1040|But he would not. And the new love was dead. 1040|We could have loved it when it loved us first. 1040|We could have loved it when its memory 1040|And its love went out of us. It must go now. 1040|I said this while the sunset shone upon 1040|His picture; and you saw what I was saying. 1040|When I looked at it, I saw I had seen truth. 1040|The painting that I saw was as untrue 1040|As a dream that goes on being painted. 1040|I saw beyond the painted face. The face 1040|That had my whole life, except a fragment 1040|Of memory, held, and held it of the painter 1040|To whom I pointed, and no one knew. 1040|He painted, and no one knew if he was false. 1040|This is the answer you can make to me: 1040|We were not all like him. We could not see 1040|The things we saw. But we could see the cause 1040|Of the whole world's suffering. We had seen the reason 1040|How we suffer. The more we suffer, the more 1040|Is left of hope to be the conqueror 1040|To more of all this suffering. But, be sure, 1040|The pain we suffer is the cause of pain, 1040|And the whole world's suffering is the cause of pain 1040|In us and our little lives. There is no good 1040|In suffering. There is none to be gained 1040|By suffering. If the cause of suffering were 1040|The cause be granted it would never end. 1040|But our cause is the reason we suffer, 1040|And we suffer for it. The great sun, 1040|That is the great red sun, that is the whole world's pain, 1040|Was but a little candle to our grief; 1040|And we lit it in the darkness of our hearts -- 1040|For it is darkness that is darkness, that we suffer 1040|For. All the world would be a darkness 1040|If we did not suffer. There are some 1040|We must have heard of in the old times, and have known them 1040|Through their own suffering, -- there are some 1040|Who have the secret of God's secret 1040|In their dark lives -- there are some 1040|Whose eyes are stars in the nights of life; 1040|We have known them even in our grief. 1040|There are many voices to which your eyes 1040|Are not a friend. If you are listening, they 1040|Are only your own heart's secret, 1040|Your heart's dark secret, and the only one 1040|That you can trust to be a friend of yours, 1040|And to let you hear the things that you must never 1040|rejoice in hearing. 1040|Your dear heart. 1040|You had your heart when you were here, 1040|And it would only have been a brother once, 1040|And only for a little while. 1040|But it has ceased to be a brother now 1040|So that it must be feared, to let you hear 1040|The terrible voice that made it sound so false. 1040|We do not love you for the old way of life 1040|You had before you ======================================== SAMPLE 9920 ======================================== 13118|Is all that makes a living,-- 13118|Or else is no living; 13118|Not to me come the birds 13118|That sing on the summer grass 13118|Or in the sunshine. 13118|And where shall the child seek for his bread 13118|Till he is old and lean, 13118|Or where the child's arm will not be tossed 13118|Where the sunburnt girl lies flat 13118|Beneath the golden corn? 13118|I have never seen the boy grow 13118|But I know of a boy 13118|Who is grown himself, with the hand 13118|Of a mother to his brow. 13118|I know of a boy grown and grown 13118|With the strength of a hundred men. 13118|But the boy I have seen grow 13118|Has no mother's breast to his heart. 13118|"My own dear boy!" 13118|My own dear boy, your mother's child. 13118|He who is the flower of your life 13118|As a child you will not forget: 13118|He will go, through all your years, 13118|Where the sun will burn 13118|As it burns for a hundred years ago. 13118|Where have you been, my own? 13118|"Where have you been? 13118|"With the people, the people, 13118|And with beasts and birds? 13118|"And what was it I said 13118|When I came back 13118|After years? 13118|"That I had been sick all day, 13118|In the cities and work, 13118|"And dreamed that I had been sick 13118|Away in Europe, 13118|The city of Stambouillet, 13118|"Where the old street, 13118|By the bridges and the squares, 13118|"All is not well, I think, 13118|And far away, I think, 13118|"The hills where I was born, 13118|The mountains with bells, 13118|The clouds that cover the earth, 13118|The trees with tongues, 13118|"And the white road winds among them. 13118|"The people you see 13118|Beset me constantly, 13118|"As cattle in a herd." 13118|Yes. All are burdened by the longings of the longings of the longings of the longings of the longings of the longings of the longings of the longings of the 13118|And I think of her face, and in the eyes of her eyes, 13118|The eyes that shine, are not always clear and not always dear. 13118|And I think of the eyes and the face, and in the eyes I am so glad, 13118|Then the eyes will wink with tears. 13118|She has heard them, and the eyes will wane, 13118|And I will walk outside together, 13118|In a city that has no life to give; 13118|No life to live, and no death to fear. 13118|I am weary, and I will wander to a far land 13118|Where neither cares nor sorrow shall arise, 13118|Where there is a great light and a great voice of God, 13118|And the love of all men, as the light and the voice. 13118|Then I shall know the joy of all men once more, 13118|And the light's bright glory shall fade and grow 13118|To the sadness of my longings, and the wail 13118|Of every one of the mourners, for the sake of you. 13118|And it shall not be long before our souls shall meet, 13118|A little while, before we feel the light, 13118|And we shall be more than to each other known-- 13118|I have heard it said that no man can live his life 13118|In the world's sight, and that all it contains, 13118|All the sights and sounds, to which men turn their eyes, 13118|Are only shadows and forms of the Eternal Mind; 13118|And that, when Death has touched the dead, its secrets lie 13118|Far, far behind them, hidden from our feeble ken. 13118|What is that in the distance as you go along? 13118|An old barn burned to ashes, or a house in ashes? 13118|An old barn, burned ======================================== SAMPLE 9930 ======================================== 13650|To do the best I could 13650|And never ask for more! 13650|"Don't you know that every snow 13650|Has an origin 13650|In a cold delicious rain 13650|From a great white cloud?" 13650|"Oh, why, of course you do! 13650|I would know why the flowers 13650|"Do their very best to die, 13650|And what the reason is 13650|Why the cow's horn isn't 13650|Bottled liquor, no doubt!" 13650|"I am not an expert botanist," 13650|In reply to a stranger. 13650|"But I know more than you do, 13650|And I'll tell you, stranger," he said, 13650|"Five thousand years ago 13650|A strange kind of thing happened. 13650|"Over there there in the valley, 13650|There in the hollow, 13650|There from the stones and stones and moss, 13650|A flower, a simple flower 13650|Grew all round about. 13650|"And it was just as you have heard-- 13650|Sort of like the bloating cowslip, 13650|In that it had two petals, 13650|And one was rounded, and the other 13650|Was straight as a stick. 13650|"So it came up, you know, from that spot 13650|Where we have all been, 13650|And all the flowers that over there 13650|Come up in little briars; 13650|But it flourished as a rare flower 13650|In those dark, deep, and beautiful 13650|Wild, sweet, sunny, flower-land days 13650|When people all round us used to come 13650|To see what children we had. 13650|"So, as we have never been told, 13650|But that the blossom was begot 13650|By some strange kind of inter-breeding 13650|Of two common petals, 13650|Some strange kind of thing, 13650|"So to keep it out of the way, 13650|We'll leave the name to those who will, 13650|And simply call it flowers. 13650|"And that the blossom we will use 13650|In our Sunday songs, 13650|And that the name of this new flower, 13650|So please excuse the vulgar pun, 13650|We'll put it off till after you, 13650|Who may have seen a show, 13650|"You see, on that same day, you know, 13650|When people all round us came, 13650|This new wonder came along, 13650|This splendid flower of blossom, 13650|Into our little children's eyes, 13650|And all the children's hearts. 13650|"It sprang to life in every part 13650|Of the little flower, 13650|And they came with music and with song, 13650|Into their little children's ears, 13650|And with their pretty voices stirred 13650|The heart so quick and full. 13650|"And sometimes the children said, 13650|As this new flower came in sight, 13650|'Humph! Humph! Here comes another!' 13650|And so it was, not only true, 13650|But a fact, as I suppose; 13650|For the petals all seemed to say, 13650|'Let us not touch you, children dear, 13650|For we know that you are harmless, 13650|And that God has watched over us, 13650|"And when the children did grow bold, 13650|And found this new flower delicious, 13650|And put it in their hands to take, 13650|And eat of it as heretofore, 13650|The old habit they had got, 13650|Forgetting who had sent it them, 13650|They all began to feel strange; 13650|And no one ever did know why 13650|The old time seemed so long to them. 13650|"For they had always been all right 13650|Before, and now they were wrong; 13650|And that was not a fact they could doubt 13650|Excepting perhaps a small child, 13650|Whose head a-tick, and whose little face 13650|Was all smooth as his old grandfather's, 13650| ======================================== SAMPLE 9940 ======================================== 1287|The great, great sun. 1287|Heaven's King, and sovereign of the skies. 1287|He's a monarch too, who doth not heed 1287|A foe that rises and him lays low 1287|With his iron heel; 1287|To him it is, if he should make 1287|A conquest, he will never be 1287|The least displeased; 1287|That's his great dream, 1287|And I, a pilgrim on a quest, 1287|Will linger, and, at the last, the 1287|Deserted plain 1287|Will be my home. 1287|I love, I love, I love, oh, I do love! 1287|As the bright, bright sun, o'erhung with gold. 1287|The long-drawn, long-drawn nights I love, 1287|The dear, dear nights! 1287|Then come to me, the hour of my dearest wish, 1287|Oh, come to me, my darling! 1287|Come to the very door-step, the very bed-- 1287|Come to my breast, my darling! 1287|Then, in my bosom, my own, my own, 1287|The brightest-- 1287|The dearest! 1287|I love, I love, I love, oh, I do love! 1287|The stars are the stars of my own thoughts, 1287|The wind is the wind of my thought, and so 1287|Does the sky all white from o'er the sea: 1287|With the stars we are master in space, 1287|With wind all thoughts blown through 1287|We and the blue waves that touch the sea. 1287|Hear me, ye worldlings, and ye swains, 1287|The poet is a man, a man divine. 1287|The world is a sea, the world is a sky, 1287|The world is heaven, and from heaven I come. 1287|Ye who the soul by thought have taught, 1287|Ere of it all ye have been taught, 1287|If it will, by thought be moved, 1287|By thought make haste to be enwrapt, 1287|By thought be saved, by thought be lost. 1287|Be wise, be great, in thought abide! 1287|But if thought-forms leave the soul in peace; 1287|Then in thought-dwelling doth the soul 1287|A glorious life live on the wing, 1287|So it may perish! 1287|I am one of the great; I am one of the wise! 1287|I make laws, I issue stern commands; 1287|My counsel, my laws, I use them for my own, 1287|And the good I do, my law, makes known; 1287|My brother is mad, my laws prevent him not, 1287|The law is law; my word makes plain my intent,-- 1287|'Nay!' then I say, 'to such a one as this, 1287|The wise, the loving, and the good, to lead 1287|From earth's weak body, from earth's weak mind, 1287|So much is the virtue, the good, that is.' 1287|All that I said has of the greatest part, 1287|I cannot say of my fellow only. 1287|The same I stand on, 1287|As the very man who makes the world in me 1287|The same as the man who made the world in him. 1287|The soul alone is the true, true thing, 1287|To be found in its mind; 1287|The mind alone has the truth, alone knoweth I 1287|Life's mystery, and its mystery knowledge. 1287|My mind was first a mind on earth in the form and the sight 1287|of a young man; in the spirit of youth 1287|I still am; and though now, in this age of woe, 1287|Life is full of decay, the mind still hath breath, 1287|With a hope that I shall not perish, still, 1287|Yet still, in the depth of the coming time, 1287|Life shall give in, and I will be of this world; 1287|The man's best days are not always the most glorious, 1287|And the mind of man's mind can never be ======================================== SAMPLE 9950 ======================================== 19096|In the dim, dim silence of the day, 19096|There fell a sweet and silvery spell,-- 19096|A touch like a winging star-burst, 19096|A sigh a mellow voice was heard, 19096|And sweet and soft a gentle word 19096|Said, "I shall be back again. 19096|The little one! the little one!" 19096|Answering, the night's and day's 19096|Dreams grew at last to past and past, 19096|A dream of tenderness and faith, 19096|And tears and silence and the spring,-- 19096|Then there came a murmur,--an answering, 19096|As of distant floods that swell, 19096|And he who listened knew that she 19096|Was waiting, and it was her cry 19096|He heard, like a lark's in the rose; 19096|It fell, it fell upon the sea, 19096|'Neath the blue night-sky that shone,-- 19096|And it wafted from him like a breath 19096|Of spirit perfume, to the heart 19096|Of her she loved--she, whose young heart 19096|Was the dream's own lover, and 19096|Whom he knew that always stood 19096|With arms outstretched and eyes that smiled. 19096|For the day was gone when she came, 19096|And the day was just begun when he, 19096|So weary from the battle-fields 19096|Of the world, where he had been 19096|A soldier, where no song 19096|Sung the gladness of the war-gladsome day. 19096|So they rode through the summer sun, 19096|And through the summer song, 19096|And they rode toward the world's dim close, 19096|And the grave-cold dew from the earth-cold sky, 19096|And a hand to beckon that he ride 19096|And a foot he could not stay, 19096|And a smile he could not bring 19096|But with sorrow to a lover's heart the heart of friendship. 19096|And they said, "Oh, the little one sweet, 19096|Where is he lying?" 19096|And, as they looked and looked, 19096|The darkness hid them from the eyes of loved ones. 19096|And the sun that shines in the blue 19096|Of the skies of their desire, 19096|Is brighter when the rose-red light 19096|That glitters on the rose-red cheek 19096|Of love is withdrawn. 19096|And the moon is like a bride 19096|Who sits in the porch of a mansion, 19096|Tenderly smiling and long-locked, 19096|That sees no sunlight of the day; 19096|A lady in bright scarlet clad, 19096|Who sits beside the portal, yet hears 19096|The murmuring and laughter of the crowd, 19096|With a voice of tender tenderness, 19096|As if she saw all their joys before her 19096|That now are lost to her bright eyes; 19096|And a face that would hide all tears and pain, 19096|Were its beauty not protected thus. 19096|Like a bride in the early Spring, 19096|And as soon set at such a season 19096|A little while hence, 19096|With all her lovely love, 19096|And her eyes that were blue in the May-day gleams, 19096|As the dew-light of the mountain glooms 19096|That had lighted her hair, 19096|Was her cheek as the bloom 19096|Of the roses with the buds that were born, 19096|And so radiant and fair her lighted cheek, 19096|That a glance as soft 19096|As a smile ere the morning hour 19096|Was as sweet as a word spoken at eve. 19096|And so full of life and beauty and light 19096|Was the light of her eye's brightness and fire 19096|That ======================================== SAMPLE 9960 ======================================== 1054|They were not all of them dead! 1054|He heard the sound of wheels on ground, 1054|He heeded not their cry; 1054|The King spied him on his way, 1054|The lady's cry he heard, 1054|And ran for shelter to his side, 1054|That he might not be seen. 1054|"I have heard the cry of the hound, 1054|I must home again"; 1054|He made good haste to come down, 1054|And found good speed on the way, 1054|And to Edinburgh he went. 1054|And this was King John's greeting 1054|To every lady fair: 1054|The King kissed the young maid fair, 1054|And he thanked her twice and thrice: 1054|"Now, ye are fair in form and mien," 1054|Said all the ladies gay, 1054|"Shall ye not take our King by storm, 1054|As a great prig? 1054|"Shall ye not seize him on his throne, 1054|And bring him to thy knees? 1054|But I will not, for I can keep 1054|My lady's lordship, 1054|And the children of my blood, the King, 1054|Shall be never slack." 1054|The youngest of them ne'er had seen 1054|The battle of the strong; 1054|And the eldest ne'er had seen 1054|The bloody body lie; 1054|Or the sword smitten to the skin 1054|In an angry ring. 1054|The battle was but seldom fought, 1054|For many a day; 1054|But they made an end of it, 1054|And they did not cease. 1054|The King he called them from the fight. 1054|"I have seen the battle die, 1054|And I see many a body lie, 1054|But ye are proud and false. 1054|Thy pride, I think, is much too great, 1054|If ye will rest. 1054|"The battle was fought late at morn - 1054|My father and my brother lie, 1054|And the King's children lie: 1054|And my father did not go alone: 1054|For a hundred and eighty-three 1054|Goes to the field. 1054|"And ye are not the people of a land 1054|Nor yet the King's fair kin; 1054|Ye are not born of a young noble race, 1054|But ye come of a royal race, 1054|And you have been by the King. 1054|"Now tell me truth, ye ladies gay, 1054|For it is said on his death-bed 1054|That the King's eldest child was young in years, 1054|And by him told 1054|"That the battle was fought and the King 1054|Should be killed by eighty-one." 1054|With their breasts and with their faces bared, 1054|Came a hundred of them there; 1054|And they bowed in reverence as they stood, 1054|But they would not rise. 1054|With their long black hair in the crown, 1054|The ladyes stood on either side, 1054|And the ladies that they bowed to were 1054|Like a field on fire. 1054|The King sat on the left of the dais, 1054|And the King was death's beloved; 1054|The King's youngest child was only a child but a son, 1054|And the King he loved him well. 1054|He had done him a tender blessing 1054|And a faithful burying; 1054|With the grass at his feet he did fold 1054|His last farewell. 1054|Till his mother came in her sorrowing 1054|And the King was gone away; 1054|And he knew not where the lady was, 1054|Or if she were at all. 1054|They dug with the shovels till it grew dull and grey, 1054|Till they found no body in the ground, 1054|And he came not back to his old castle wall. 1054|The Lady's son-in-law is the King. 1054|There's his old scarred crest upon his brow, 1054|While yet his hands held ======================================== SAMPLE 9970 ======================================== May no such sorrow 27441|On our sorrow be based; 27441|Since we know the worst, 27441|We'll bear it, brave hearts; 27441|And with tears, the more 27441|That our griefs we may relieve, 27441|We'll turn, not to despair, 27441|But to love and rejoice. 27441|I saw last night my lady weep, 27441|And as she wept I wept less; 27441|I have a right to weep, I said, 27441|Since God hath stamped us men of strife. 27441|But we, methinks, in grief have more 27441|Nature's right to gentle sighs; 27441|And let a sigh from us divide 27441|Just where it doth appear, 27441|'T were better far, methinks, to send 27441|One tempered with each kind. 27441|Methought my lady's lip it was 27441|Turned sour with speaking so, 27441|As if she would have told me sooth 27441|That she was sad, methought I saw 27441|Her eyes bewitching me. 27441|O beautiful day, with lovely skies, 27441|Lightly streaming forth, where is the bliss? 27441|Glorious is the day, but does it end? 27441|What is it, man, that thou so well hast learned 27441|Of the low valleys with their lowing kine? 27441|Glorious the day, and happy the hours, 27441|But never happy till the bard is dead. 27441|O you who by the bard's fair pencil trace 27441|Nature's outline, how ye shine surpassing! 27441|Hark when shall I behold a figure there? 27441|When the bold lines of a man shall be traced? 27441|Gone the man, for there is no more to tell; 27441|Yet what thou hast is fair, which makes thee dear. 27441|No more to come; or do ye wish for more? 27441|What need of fame? No more thy pencil's traced, 27441|And shall thy name be heard in the streets of time. 27441|Come, let us sing at home, 27441|A happy strain, 27441|For we abroad have spread 27441|Good cheer around. 27441|Let's sing in freedom's name, 27441|A song both free and gay: 27441|A song for England's fame, 27441|And not for me. 27441|Our fathers' hopes and liberties have died, 27441|And liberty in a day like this become 27441|But what, poor man, is liberty? 'Tis like a 27441|Great rock, which, by its darksome hour delayed, 27441|The bursting waters make a torrent to pour. 27441|What man hath power to fight the force of liquor? 27441|What can the strong arm of a soldier avail? 27441|The good man can. 27441|The strong arm of the strong man can resist, 27441|Against his strength alone; if you shall be borne 27441|And there, with cradled others bravely press'd, 27441|The man not found, you'll find the man reposed 27441|In your own cell; where, but to laugh and dance, 27441|What could be better than this? 27441|We, like the rocks, may prove the future rocks, 27441|And, like the rocks, may flourish in the sand: 27441|We, like the rocks, may, though we be of rock, 27441|In our own hearts be even, and truth discover. 27441|But, like rocks, we must in our turn perish, 27441|If we are to be blest: then from a grave, 27441|Where there's no peace, there's no rest for aye; 27441|We must be strew'd with dirt, till the doom, 27441|The doom of all dust, hangs over the dust. 27441|Oh, say, shall we now or have we never 27441|One moment of joy or sorrow? 27441|Let, let the years roll by, and the tears, in rain, 27441|Be the last tears that flow. 27441|Then, ere a mourner go, 27441|Bid him, at the church-door, 27441| ======================================== SAMPLE 9980 ======================================== 19221|In all his pride of lofty thought - 19221|The great author's name he read, 19221|And, when he pleased, could quote 19221|His very words, so learned and bold: 19221|The words to which all writers belong. 19221|There's not a poet now in Britain 19221|But would be happy in his grave; 19221|Nor we the sons of a barbarous age 19221|Forget till they are bade to weep: 19221|For if we should forget, still would spring 19221|From childhood's earliest age again 19221|New wit and genius, and more power 19221|Our hearts to satisfy the mind 19221|With all the fruits of Nature's law. 19221|When youth and pleasure are no more, 19221|O then we weep, and then we laugh, 19221|As when the summer-heat of noon 19221|Comes out in the sun-shining halls, 19221|And bids the pealing organ-play 19221|Till all the temple smoke and dance 19221|With "Praise, and praise so loud!" 19221|Ah then we mourn, and weep; and laugh, 19221|And so transform these dark times to days; 19221|That though we have no art, we still 19221|Can frame a noble verse; 19221|And so we sing, through all our years, 19221|Where truth will find a fitting nest. 19221|"I'll take my bow and arrows," said little Jamie, 19221|"I'll make a bow, an arrows I'll make," 19221|"Bow and arrows then I'll take," said little sister, 19221|"Then I'll make a bow and arrows too." 19221|"But where, or how, or where," said little brother, 19221|"Bow and arrows then I'll take," 19221|"I'll make a bow, an arrows too," said little brother, 19221|"Then I'll make a bow and arrows too." 19221|Sings for his ogress 19221|Winter and winter; 19221|Sings for his ogress 19221|Sweet spring comes with bliss. 19221|"I'll paint the meadows 19221|With the colours 19221|That I've got; 19221|I will paint the meadows 19221|Sweet spring comes with bliss." 19221|The maidens in their baskets, 19221|The maidens in their braid, 19221|With the colours they have gathered, 19221|Shall come and gaze 19221|On the meadows that they've painted 19221|With the rosy hues 19221|Of the rosy meadows 19221|Sweet spring comes with bliss. 19221|What a pity that no one 19221|Cares a fig as I do, 19221|To be at the ogress 19221|Giving the songs I sing! 19221|But in truth I'll begin them 19221|And they'll either mingle 19221|With the colours they have gathered 19221|To make out this ditty 19221|Sweet spring comes with bliss. 19221|I would I were a rosy rosy red rosy red 19221|Rosy red rose rosy red rose-red; 19221|And I were the snow-drop in the waters of the river. 19221|For the eyes of a lover is the snow-drop in the waters 19221|of a river, 19221|And I should be vermilion in a lover's memories. 19221|Yet there is the plain of a shepherd's land, 19221|Where the low hills lie sunny side by side, 19221|And the shaggy moors slope gently to the sky 19221|Till the red hills burn in beauty to the brim: 19221|And only the red hills make it dismal. 19221|In the low hills lies a low hill waste, 19221|The low hills with the high hills met; 19221|Where the little grass-green valleys rise 19221|And the brooklets gush and the lilies blow: 19221|And only the low hills make it dismal. 19221|Only bright with the sun's warm glory 19221|Is the low hill land to the sea: 19221|Dry, yellow, blue, of morning's flush 19221|The hills are, as I wander there. 19221| ======================================== SAMPLE 9990 ======================================== 4332|The air about the old old house grew chill, 4332|The winds were out; the sun shone low 4332|Over a landscape that grew dreary, 4332|The sky above it was pallid, 4332|And underneath it, dull and bare, 4332|The winds were blowing through. 4332|The winter wind blew out of the north; 4332|It blew a little, and then was gone; 4332|The sunlight glimmered in the snow, 4332|And the old moon shone through the drifts, 4332|In her boat, with the flagstone deck, 4332|Floating to and fro. 4332|The wind brought noontide in with its stormy breath, 4332|And in its stead there was a noise of voices called, 4332|A voice of voices calling to us, 4332|And a voice calling wearily: 4332|"What have we done, for all this crying in the street? 4332|And what has come the cold to our fever of sight? 4332|We too have drunk, and drunk again; 4332|We too would drink, without a care, 4332|We too have drank, and drunk to the very brain: 4332|But the wind goes and the snow comes to-morrow 4332|And the old house is too cold." 4332|This is the tale of one who knew-- 4332|Had never been born to know, 4332|Had never learned that it were best 4332|To love and be loved to the uttermost. 4332|The night is falling slowly 4332|But surely and completely... 4332|I must go--I must go alone-- 4332|The night is falling gently so 4332|Where there is no sound of any crash, 4332|And there is no light at all, 4332|And only the wind's long, low sigh 4332|And the dark on the hill, and one 4332|Strange moth across the road. 4332|One night my life's on the rack, I can feel it-- 4332|Shudder and feel on the depths of my soul, 4332|The years and the pain and the loneliness, 4332|The hunger and thirst of it all. 4332|One night I'm only a hopeless dreamer, 4332|One night and the next night I'll hear the wind, 4332|And the night after that I'll hear it--but not-- 4332|Not to have any hope that the future 4332|Will ease this torment that I feel in my soul. 4332|One night, my eyes are filled with tears, 4332|One night the eyes of the wind, 4332|And tears of the light are on the hill beside me, 4332|And the old house is dark-- 4332|Oh, the old graveyard, with its corses rotting 4332|In the night that follows. 4332|O weary, weary journey of youth, 4332|Till you feel you are slowly dying, 4332|And slowly losing your life's last breath 4332|In the gloom that closes your soul on your home, 4332|Till you feel you are lying down, 4332|To die a man's death, 4332|And lie forgotten of below. 4332|Now that you'll never breathe again, 4332|And life will be the same to you, 4332|You'll never find red ferns or black leaves 4332|Across the road-- 4332|And ever the wind will call you, 4332|Crying in an evil voice: 4332|"Now take my word--what do you see in the sky at night? 4332|No stars above? 4332|No earth beneath the yellow night sky?" 4332|Now that you'll never breathe again 4332|And life will be the same to you, 4332|The wind will moan about you, and plead, 4332|And whisper of the last cold starbeams, 4332|Till all the world, the whole wide world, 4332|Is silent in the heavens, 4332|And a great sorrow, a great pain, 4332|The end of love. 4332|O weary, weary life of yours! 4332|O your soul that all the world would tire 4332|With all the cares and cares and cares that it must 4332|O weary, weary life of yours! 4332|Yet ======================================== SAMPLE 10000 ======================================== 1365|Shout to the winds, and call to the sea; 1365|From the rocky shores, the fearful roar 1365|Of her wild limbs shall startle with surprise. 1365|The mighty waves shall dash beneath, 1365|As, from the darkening caverns of Sisset, 1365|They rush and strike and roll around 1365|The rock upon whose base the tomb of Ophir 1365|Is rising grim and deep! 1365|And now, from the cliffs and shoals of Eshkol, 1365|The sea-gulls, flashing, shall send down fire, 1365|Borne aloft by the wind, and blaze their torches; 1365|And, lo! the waters, white-glittering, 1365|Shall mingle, as their shadows fade, 1365|Their light with that of the moon above them, 1365|And the great sea, with stars. 1365|There, on the rock, with hands uprais'd, 1365|The sea-god's tomb shall be uplifted, 1365|Which, with a voice of thunder, bids the waters 1365|Of Euxine, and the ocean-sea 1365|Flood by night, and overpass 1365|The ruined walls of Orsinius, 1365|And cover o'er the living gods 1365|A single mortal. 1365|Now round the world shall spread 1365|With one broad current of delight, 1365|The new moon's face; the new sun's sign, 1365|Aquarius; and the golden morn, 1365|The starry constellations, 1365|The nightingale's triumphing song, 1365|And all the blest ones of the sky, 1365|And of the waters of the Indus, 1365|And all the land that bears the star, 1365|And all the air that rolls and falls, 1365|And all that breathed in Ortué 1365|Ere Hector fell, O, wide and far 1365|As heav'nward reaches of the sea 1365|And the great wind that sways the wave, 1365|I see my country's glorious days 1365|All rising, as though to the goal 1365|That all my life has sought, the goal 1365|By which my country was and lives. 1365|He speaks! How bright his garland shines! 1365|Light in the mouth of him is shed 1365|Who speaks not, as thou wert wont, nor yet 1365|With the great fathers of the land! 1365|Who spoke not, as thou shalt do hereafter, 1365|I see thee smiling, who may speak yet. 1365|So it is with each, if words be not 1365|Speechless and silence; each of us, 1365|Still as the other, hears and sees. 1365|And though the ancient tale be true 1365|How the Sionites and Phoenicians 1365|Came for the gold that was Zeus's own, 1365|How the people from the North came then, 1365|And the people from the South, and the 1365|People on the Sea, and the people 1365|From all the lands of Orchomenos, 1365|But to the North a language was they, 1365|And to the South a second, and a third. 1365|And when in the midst of all they saw 1365|The mountain of Babel afar off, 1365|Then, for the holy faith and bright 1365|Lest in any way my song be heard, 1365|They fled away to the mountains of 1365|Osman, and, there, for many days 1365|Went preaching, crying, "Blessed I am! 1365|He who hath given his old age an end, 1365|And nothing takes, but gives his years 1365|Unto his children, Lazarus and 1365|Sapphira, and their seven children, 1365|Laughing in joy! O son esteemed 1365|Of my Lord! O Son who, to surpass 1365|All that men in his age have dreamed, 1365|Saddled his horse, and walked abroad, 1365|With lips that made the children quake, with 1365|Pale faces turned, while those who saw 1365|Said of him ======================================== SAMPLE 10010 ======================================== 8672|The puffs of sweet air which the smoke 8672|Hangs over the woody meadows. 8672|The wind comes sweet from where it sings 8672|And sounds with her voice a little, 8672|And all the grassy paths they are calling 8672|Blow to their ears. 8672|The puffs of sweet air the grasses 8672|And bushes hold, 8672|And with the little puffs that clap 8672|The little birds and bees pass. 8672|The woods are full of shadows 8672|And shadows of the trees, 8672|And all the green and shining world 8672|Is full of you, and me-- 8672|Is full of you and me. 8672|The wooded hills are full of shade, 8672|And shadows of the rocks, 8672|And we sit and talk together, 8672|And laugh as we walk. 8672|As we are full of you and me 8672|And the woods and sun, 8672|And all the light of this world's day, 8672|Is full of us and God. 8672|When the wind goes with the tide, 8672|And the puffs of sweet air, 8672|Where I used to live, 8672|Breathe to me, 8672|Breathe to me-- 8672|A while ago. 8672|The puffs of sweeter breath 8672|Have a magic to them 8672|I've never longed for 8672|In the gay, wide, wide world 8672|I used to know: 8672|When the wind goes with the tide, 8672|And a sigh of heaven 8672|Is in the breeze 8672|That I used to blow 8672|For the love of, oh, for love of one 8672|Who dwelt so far away, 8672|Who once lingered in my heart-- 8672|A long, long year. 8672|A long, long year, a long, long year, 8672|A long, long year, a long, long year. 8672|I walk, I walk with heart and will 8672|Where the sweet leaves sway, 8672|The flowers of the wood and wold 8672|Waft to me, 8672|Waft to me, 8672|Waft to me, 8672|The old love to tell. 8672|As I go by the stream, 8672|And the streamlets go with it, 8672|And the rocks and grasses nod 8672|To the sea's low murmuring, 8672|The waves on the brown billows 8672|Roll with me, 8672|Roll with me, 8672|Roll with me, 8672|The old love to tell. 8672|The sun on the lawn in the sun 8672|Is a friend at your call, 8672|And the birds in the trees tell all they know 8672|And sing out all they've heard. 8672|But I dream of the old days when I went 8672|I know how the sun and the trees 8672|Spoke to me of old love, love of love, 8672|And the song was a-still. 8672|How can the soul in me remember 8672|The words that were spoken in truth, 8672|When the voice is hushed and the thought is a ghost 8672|That can never bring again? 8672|And I'm as happy as any child, 8672|The old love to tell. 8672|The wind in my cheek is a-cursing, 8672|The snow on my feet is stifling, 8672|For I've heard the old song, the old song, 8672|For the love of old love 8672|'Gainst old love to tell. 8672|When the wind in my cheek is a-maying, 8672|When the snow on my feet is stifling, 8672|There is no help but to tell-- 8672|'Gainst old love to tell. 8672|My brother, O Christ! he is singing 8672|With a poor old man who cannot tell; 8672|"God's peace upon your soul, my dearest dear, 8672|And the peace of the Saviour beside you. 8672|O Christ, give me His peace to bring ======================================== SAMPLE 10020 ======================================== 4272|In thy own life, though I may not 4272|Be thine, who first 4272|Cried out unto Thine aid, 4272|Yet wouldst not fear, 4272|To shun the hour of fight, 4272|The sword's keen point; yet wouldst not fear. 4272|For still I see, through all our land 4272|The sword will hold, nor turn by night. 4272|My heart is glad, for there, and here 4272|I hold it still, and yet to prove - 4272|That we were children yet-- 4272|If the sword fall in our land, 4272|And my God should see. 4272|He will, then, not fail nor flinch, 4272|But hold, with us, his aim, 4272|And give us for example to do 4272|The thing most noble and just, 4272|And thus to set forth the worth 4272|Of his High will; for there would be 4272|Much glory in his land. 4272|The sword is on this earth; 4272|Though it be only held in hand, 4272|And by the side of fear, 4272|Its light, and light to be, 4272|And light which cannot be lost, 4272|Thro' the waste dark of years, 4272|Shall guide our course, 4272|As the star-light guides the bird 4272|Thro' airy heavens high. 4272|But all ye who hold, in faith, 4272|Love-thought, not fear, the sword, 4272|Shall feel its power: 4272|For not in fight alone, 4272|But in the fearful thought, 4272|Shall it prevail, 4272|Though God and all His sons 4272|Shall not for evermore 4272|Hold it in check. 4272|Come from your graves deep in the dust, 4272|And gather in the battle's blood, 4272|And let us go forth, to face 4272|Our foes; yea, and on our feet 4272|Unto the last--the last, the worst, 4272|Which yet may chance to man. 4272|Come: the sword is on this earth, 4272|When it is held in hand, 4272|And by the side of fear, 4272|Though it be only held in hand, 4272|And by the side of love. 4272|Come: the sword and bow 4272|Are in your hands; 4272|We must not fear to die, 4272|While in the light of Heaven, at last 4272|The sword and bow lie clear. 4272|And let our arms be strong, 4272|But let us make the thought 4272|To battle and assail, 4272|Till in the battle's gloom 4272|The sword and bow shall stand. 4272|But here, by Faith's command, 4272|We will not fear to die, 4272|For we have been with Jesus 4272|In fight, in ransom-bidding, 4272|And in his blood were shed. 4272|I had not dreamed how soon 4272|My life had gone, and when 4272|My body came to rest 4272|It scarce was known, or said, 4272|By any with a wound 4272|Of that which had been given, 4272|It had not perished outright, - 4272|But rested as a breath. 4272|I had not thought, how soon 4272|My life had flown, and now 4272|It can not be so-- 4272|For Jesus to me 4272|Has only been my friend. 4272|And Jesus I have lost, 4272|And Jesus has been made 4272|The only God to me: 4272|Where, then, is the battle's name 4272|That could with him compare? 4272|The sword is in my heart, 4272|And the bow bow is in my hand, 4272|And I cannot move them, 4272|I have but love, my God, 4272|To see thee still and near, 4272|And with thee go alone, 4272|Thou art my very life, my love, 4272|When, in the days of old, 4272|My fathers ======================================== SAMPLE 10030 ======================================== 7391|And when our eyes are dim with tears, 7391|As a summer bird with wings, 7391|The sweetest melodies return, 7391|And our spirit floats, and yearns. 7391|And we're glad there's no darkness here; 7391|For God leads onward when we'll go. 7391|There was a little boy, 7391|Little and tender, 7391|And a fairy came and stood 7391|With a golden ring 7391|Upon his finger. 7391|"Go and ask your neighbor's wife 7391|All of her brothers, 7391|And her sisters four, and two 7391|Brothers on the side; 7391|Then if they please you to wed, 7391|Fly away home. 7391|"And you must be very wise, 7391|And very witty; 7391|And an excellent writer 7391|With an eloquent vein 7391|To impress you; 7391|Then you must become, and I must say, 7391|A learned fool." 7391|When he had thus declared, 7391|And in sweet irony 7391|Sneered a little boy in green, 7391|The fairy stood in a wood, 7391|With a ring of yellow gold 7391|Upon his finger. 7391|Thereupon the youth, 7391|Gathered the yellow rings, 7391|And, with a merry shout, 7391|Hastened forth and asked his neighbors, 7391|All of his brothers' wives; 7391|And one replied at her knee 7391|Till her cheeks all flamed with blushes, 7391|"You must marry my daughter." 7391|When the youth had married 7391|One of all his brothers, 7391|With two sisters too; 7391|With a third on each side-- 7391|Wildly he made mirth. 7391|Bands of fairies clustered round; 7391|And they laughed and talked, and sang, 7391|And whispered tales 7391|All of the mighty elves and elves 7391|Who dwell in fairy lands; 7391|And the youngest called her brothers, 7391|And they laughed and talked, sang and sung, 7391|And whispered tales. 7391|"Bless you, if by a ring 7391|You must wed your daughter, 7391|Then in such a ring 7391|All your children may wed, 7391|And your mother may have children!" 7391|Then we prattled on 7391|While the little elves 7391|On the shaggy crag did dance, 7391|Or, with hands like snakes 7391|Leant in mazes overhead, 7391|Or, all silent, played and played. 7391|Ah, the silent elves! 7391|But a man had oft had tears 7391|For to see their wiles 7391|(Though he knew not they were elves), 7391|As they played in the shade. 7391|We were little then, 7391|When we saw them dancing in the dark 7391|In a merry tune. 7391|Then we knew indeed 7391|That this was very likely 7391|The elves' marriage feast. 7391|But to-night we can see, 7391|As of old, their fairy ring; 7391|That they have a glittering ring 7391|That shines, as bright 7391|As the Sun in Arcady. 7391|Yes, we have seen 7391|Huge glitterers of a human frame; 7391|We have seen the eyes 7391|Of the children of the angels shine, 7391|And the eyebrows 7391|Of their fellow-men. 7391|But we never thought 7391|That the angels could so bright a sight have; 7391|That they could hold 7391|Such a brighter light 7391|In the depths of their bosoms of snow. 7391|And so we see 7391|How wonderful 7391|Is the beauty 7391|Of the fairy flame. 7391|But we do not speak, 7391|Nor look on our children's faces 7391|Through the glass 7391|Of a crystal eye. 7391|We have heard as of old 7391|Of their tiny feet, 7391|While all in ======================================== SAMPLE 10040 ======================================== 2621|And you that ride in the wagon, 2621|And you that in the shed have toil'd, 2621|And you the pensive traveller,-- 2621|Haste forth, my pretty book, 2621|And come, with me, to earth! 2621|The blue-eyed maiden came 2621|Over the mountains white, 2621|And little did the shepherd know 2621|It was the maid he held so dear 2621|In his arms down by the river, 2621|Across the ford across the mill. 2621|"Wife!"--she said, but her voice broke 2621|Like a sudden peal of the horn, 2621|While through the cornfield on the hills 2621|There came a rush of loud laughter-- 2621|"Wife! and hast thou left our side?" 2621|"Ah, yes, my darling child," he said, 2621|"And that I hast indeed; 2621|But the mountain side, it looks as though 2621|I never again could find 2621|My way home, or to my own dear land. 2621|"O, the beauty of the mountain side! 2621|O the glory of the river! 2621|O the beauty of the mountain side! 2621|There is no way back, nor home, 2621|And the night is long, when I am gone, 2621|Though I look to mine heart to fly." 2621|"I will rest, my child," the shepherd saith, 2621|"Till the morn again her golden veil 2621|Blushing from the sunrise waneth: 2621|Oft to my careless, rosy feet 2621|The mountain wind brings fragrant candles, 2621|And the hills are a blest place of rest. 2621|"When the mists of a winter eve 2621|A thin and impregned sky reigneth, 2621|And one clear star, the first of all, 2621|Across the river seems to be. 2621|Oft to my careless, rosy feet 2621|The river glides in watery gleams. 2621|"But, oh, thy little feet! how good 2621|The path that leads thee to the hills! 2621|Thy little hands! how sweet to touch! 2621|Where now the dewdrops are wet with dew; 2621|Where, where the daisies do spring forth, 2621|Springing to glory, all so beautiful!" 2621|"And I," the little girl returned, 2621|"Will seek my bed of dew serene, 2621|To my mountain top will I go, 2621|And be brave, for I will do no wrong; 2621|And on the mountain side shall I 2621|Stand without fear,--but I love the dell. 2621|"And I,"--she touched him--"I will go," 2621|Said the little girl, "by my love; 2621|O, I shall see my darling eyes, 2621|And drink new joys with thee day and night." 2621|Down, down to the low bank of dew, 2621|Where the grasses are rare; 2621|But there'll be time 2621|When I wish, I cannot now: 2621|There was an old woman, and the reason 2621|Was, she was a dandified creature, 2621|And to have dandified every creature 2621|Was not at all natural to her: 2621|For every little thing and feigned 2621|She pleased her, with the exception of me. 2621|But as to that,--you see it isn't true, 2621|She'd have been glad to know I hadn't got it, 2621|And, besides, what did it matter much 2621|What other people thought or pretended? 2621|I was her own sweet domestic creature 2621|She made a house for, and knew how to warm it, 2621|And took care of, when it was done. 2621|And she made me, for my very amusements, 2621|A little lady, and--that is how it came; 2621|Or else she didn't like me,--I was only-- 2621|So, for a time, at least, I was her pleasure. 2621|But ======================================== SAMPLE 10050 ======================================== 2491|And the little hands of prayer. 2491|His little head is down, 2491|His little fingers rest 2491|In the pillow of his breast 2491|And their quiet vigil keep, 2491|And his heart is still and dark. 2491|I saw a child one day: 2491|His cheeks looked pale and wan 2491|Like his mother's frocks at play, 2491|And his wistful eyes were dim. 2491|He did not speak, for he 2491|Arose at once and walked 2491|Across the room and cried: 2491|"Why do you weep and weep?" 2491|A child at play he seemed, 2491|And his mirth was low and mild; 2491|He did not know it was I. 2491|A child upon a string 2491|His idle fingers drew; 2491|His childish fingers flew 2491|Like a flock of little sparrows. 2491|I loved him so, and I 2491|Bowed o'er him in a dream: 2491|"Dear, you cannot wish because 2491|You've got no wish to lose." 2491|And he never looked at me 2491|With half so much of wonderment: 2491|"Why do you weep and weep?" 2491|A child at play he seemed, 2491|And his mirth was low and mild; 2491|He did not know it was I. 2491|Ah, I have played that game so oft-- 2491|A little child and a great one! 2491|But I won in the end, I know; 2491|For I broke the strings and the board. 2491|I've broken the strings myself, 2491|And the strings must be loosed-- 2491|The chains of Fate, the bonds of fate. 2491|There's a lot of things I can't forget. 2491|There's a lot of days that are my own, 2491|There's a lot of days I can't forget. 2491|I've played that game so often-- 2491|A great one, and a small one-- 2491|There's a lot of things I can't forget. 2491|I'll never forget when I go away 2491|From the land of Childhood's Knees, 2491|When you'd turn away with a wicked look 2491|And mock at me and my skill, 2491|You never could hit on any girl 2491|Who'd leave you for another lad. 2491|What I've done for you, I'm sure you'll find 2491|Is not worth all the books I've read; 2491|But as for times that are my own 2491|I'll never accept, for all. 2491|I'm sure I've made my little life 2491|I'll laugh at, when you're tired, 2491|And I'll laugh when you want things to say-- 2491|But you'll always need me then. 2491|I've done my best--you know how that goes; 2491|And yet I can never forget 2491|'Twas all because I loved you so much 2491|I should not leave you always. 2491|"How the little dogs are playing!" 2491|'Twas on the grass in the twilight 2491|Of a long July morning, 2491|And they heard the little birds 2491|Whispering to each other. 2491|"Oh, what fun!" the mother exclaimed, 2491|"What fun!" the father cried; 2491|With joy they could not wait to learn 2491|Of the tender words spoken; 2491|For, as soon as the children's eyes 2491|Were open to the light, 2491|Out stepped the pretty, playful thing 2491|Who had just come home from school. 2491|The mother gave her daughter greeting 2491|With a smile that said, 2491|"That little dog and that little cat 2491|Are so fun at learning!" 2491|With all the confidence of mother, 2491|To her daughter's pride 2491|Whistled she the words of mother, 2491|"Well, this little dog and that little cat 2491|Are so fun at learning!" 2491|The father came in silence, 2491|With the heart in his breast; ======================================== SAMPLE 10060 ======================================== 24869|On the ground the Ráhu of the herds 24869|Fell in the dust: his head he bore, 24869|His legs were dead, his feet were torn. 24869|Then Ráma of the mighty bow 24869|Proud of his glory, bent and drew 24869|His eager bow with eager hand, 24869|And with his brother’s aim well aimed. 24869|With shafts of arrowy fire he slew 24869|The giant, and he rose again, 24869|As when two sunbeams on the night 24869|Rush quenched for ever by the eve. 24869|As from the earth he rose whose weight 24869|Is lord of earth and sky, whose hand 24869|Sends up the clouds that shake the sky, 24869|High as the heaven he soared, and strong 24869|As fire which none may vanquish; 24869|Like Jámbaván the Lord of Light 24869|Who walks on high in primal air, 24869|So rose the warlike Ráma bright 24869|In glorious splendor when he smote 24869|Each Vánar whom his blade o’erthrew. 24869|With the fierce arrows he was shot 24869|That none the length of shaft could flee, 24869|And every bound and every web 24869|Cried to the earth like a bat winged. 24869|Each dart he loosed from their short sleep 24869|And smote them in the face and throat, 24869|As Indra, sent from heaven, awakes 24869|The slumbering Gods in heaven’s degree. 24869|Thus, fierce and strong, in battle slain, 24869|Ráma the glorious fell and fled. 24869|All eyes were on the prince of men, 24869|And all the air with rapture swelled 24869|The sound of joy and shouts and strains 24869|Of lutes that rang and notes that floated. 24869|In vain they sung their songs of chivalry: 24869|Still, like a cloud, the hero hid 24869|His head beneath his armlets bright. 24869|Like some high hill whose crest is seen 24869|Uplifted in the distance west, 24869|Mount Ráma with his hundred eyes 24869|Was like to that fair mound concealed. 24869|As though from heaven he looked and spake 24869|With rapture’s glance or passion’s eyes, 24869|While his heart thrilled with joy and pride, 24869|And his limbs exulted in his mien, 24869|Ráma came in splendid guise 24869|With his bright bow, his bow of gold, 24869|His quiver and his mighty quiver, 24869|And with the lute that blazed with fire. 24869|He took his spear, that glistened well 24869|With moonlight brilliance and bright hue,— 24869|Those quivers rang and hung in heaps, 24869|And the long shafts gleamed and glowed. 24869|Then Ráma raised high his hand and held 24869|His mighty quiver to his breast, 24869|And, like the mighty god of rain 24869|He came, with Ráhu in his train. 24869|Canto XLVII. Dasaratha’s Speech. 24869|Then in the mighty armament 24869|Of heroes, Ráma held his post 24869|And, as the Vánars’ leader praised, 24869|The army of the strong addressed. 24869|With eyes on Ráma’s face he eyed, 24869|And while his bosom beat and burned, 24869|Thus to the chief of Meru spoke 24869|The Vánar squadrons: “The day is ours, 24869|Our destined post in heaven will be 24869|Far from these walls to-day, I ween. 24869|Let Vánars who our need supply 24869|Still lead the Vánar hosts astray. 24869|For by our prowess let them know 24869|No power shall turn our armies back; 24869|While in our steading stands our king, 24869|The giant lord of Lanká.” 24869|He spoke: and valiant squadrons led 24869|The Vánar legions to their post; ======================================== SAMPLE 10070 ======================================== 27370|And in the midst of peace and happiness, 27370|That man and wife had not a single thought 27370|But the care of their boy,--the fatherless child! 27370|So the man was a parent, that very day, 27370|And the child was a father,--the proud man a man! 27370|And, for all the sorrows, the cares, and the strife, 27370|And for all the blessings that fortune can give,-- 27370|The happiest woman in Eden's garden grew 27370|The mother, and husband, and _the man_! 27370|We've heard of the young and bold, of the happy and free,-- 27370|Of the man with the gold and the youth with the rose; 27370|And the woman I sing of, with her mother and bride,-- 27370|The happy woman with her mother and bride! 27370|Yet, while these beauties of womanhood are thus displayed 27370|In a pleasing kind of harmony each day, 27370|We must keep in view a few things that are really awful 27370|To the man with an ugly wife and a ugly mother! 27370|When, after this life and years, the poor man is gone, 27370|And his loved ones are saying: "Ah me! what have we lost?" 27370|The heart that now throbbed with tenderness to the last, 27370|And its tears will fall faster than ever more quickly, 27370|Will a wreck be left when the doors are closed on sadness, 27370|And the doors of mother and bride are closed on him? 27370|As when some one's longing is done, and she's glad within, 27370|And she's very tired of the heartbreak she has suffered; 27370|And life's been one long quest for the one she's glad within, 27370|And the life she has led and the love she has borne is done; 27370|So, when sadness has ceased and the doors are closed on it, 27370|The heart that once throbbed with tenderness to the last 27370|Will be silent, and the tenderness, and the love, and the quest 27370|Are gone, like the world-worn feet of the dying day; 27370|And only the shadow that lurked in the shadow of the 27370|When the old man is passing in his glory and pride, 27370|And his hands are pressed on the breast of his dear boy; 27370|When the tears are dim and the tears are ever short, 27370|And the eyes that shone o'er him all the days are dim; 27370|As the sun that shines on the golden mountains, 27370|And the gold of the sunshine will hide its light at last; 27370|So, for the rest of the years, the tears of sadness 27370|Will vanish and leave the dear boy in tears to-night! 27370|Dear baby Christabel! you are only a baby, 27370|And yet your soul fills with wonder and eagerness--and 27370|You seem just like a fairy who flutters about in fairy lands, 27370|While you're hopping about in warm sunny weather. 27370|It is so warm and dewy in winter! 27370|You have been sleeping all the time, 27370|And just when you were in a dream of growth, 27370|Comes a sudden chill, and then you hear 27370|A voice that calls you: "What dost thou here?" 27370|And for a moment you think that you're afraid-- 27370|Then you feel the good things you've done, and you're 27370|Just as glad as little birds to be 27370|On the wing in the sun and balm to be. 27370|What is the use of sleeping, you wonder!--'tis but 27370|A kind of dolorous pause from the merry play 27370|That your soul must cease between the light and shade, 27370|For to you every day seems but a fresh day gone. 27370|Dear baby Christabel! you're like to be glad, 27370|Not as a babe that wants rest from the load she bore, 27370|But as a babe who's glad that she's but a child. 27370|"Oh! I can tell by your breath" (she says) "that there's morn, 27370|It's very strange when you're sleeping to know 27370|That a morning of which you've ======================================== SAMPLE 10080 ======================================== 16362|Till his arms grow fat on the ground like the cattail 16362|And the russet cherry of the meadow; 16362|Till his feet grow heavy, his back aches, and his nose 16362|Is greasy with grease from the sun, 16362|And he cries, as he takes a last long look around and round, 16362|"I must hurry and try to get out of there," 16362|And the long line of people from out the station 16362|Get up in both arms and hurry by. 16362|And as they hurry by, the waggons begin to rumble, 16362|And the wheels start to move and the horses to start and trample, 16362|And the old man hurries off in a hurry, for he wants to go, 16362|And his back is a flutter--for all he sees in the air is fire. 16362|But he looks out and he looks on and he speeds over the plain: 16362|He has ridden the last mile in an hour--he has ridden it all, 16362|And we must hurry back, a little while, for we may lose it 16362|There has grown a tree upon his field, 16362|And he calls it "The Red-breast's Feather;" 16362|The whole country nods with wonder and wonder 16362|At the marvel of a Red-breast's feather. 16362|The birds come singing up the eucalyptus, 16362|The birds come fluttering down the prairie, 16362|The birds come fluttering up and crying, 16362|"We like this tree with its Red-breast's feather. 16362|Is this the flower that the great war-captains loved? 16362|Is this the flower that Hector hated not? 16362|Is this the flower he felled in the middle of the way 16362|Because it was a fragrant, perfect, Red-breast's feather? 16362|Oh a perfect and a wonderful flower! 16362|When it's in season it blooms in prime 16362|Every day, from an April morning, 16362|Though the blighted stalk in the frost may be brittle 16362|On June mornings, when every breeze bears a rose in its beak. 16362|But the winter sun in the tropics never lights it, 16362|And the nights of this wonderful flower are cold, and are wild; 16362|Though the flowers of the tropics bloom every single day, 16362|And the flowers of the tropics bloom every single night, 16362|For the reason they are Red-breasts, and they adore not the Sun. 16362|A great bird sat on a branch 16362|At the end of a line of pipe; 16362|His coat was of the indigo coral, 16362|His feet of the spotted magpie's; 16362|His head was the part he loved most 16362|And his tail it lay on the ground; 16362|It hung there like a golden line, 16362|Which hung as far as his desire, 16362|To be grasped by the laughing boy 16362|Who sat at his window sill. 16362|And he looked at the bird of the line, 16362|And he laughed a hearty laugh, 16362|And he said with a little gurgling sound, 16362|"Ah, but the lamp is very dim; 16362|And my mother will come, to bring 16362|The sweet birds to supper daily." 16362|From the window there came a whisper, 16362|And they knew the man well enough, 16362|For he looked at the bird and he bowed, 16362|And a smile swept over his face; 16362|"The lamp is burning dim, but the lamp is bright!" 16362|And he sat at his window seat, 16362|And he watched the birds as they built and flew, 16362|And he watched the white clouds sailing by 16362|And wondered after the story; 16362|For they always showed him golden feathers, 16362|And they talked to him so kindly, 16362|He was glad of the lamp, to spite 16362|The man of the indigo coral. 16362|For they told him how to keep 16362|His feathers from burning out; 16362|And he could sing as he came from the sea, 16362|And look at the lamps as they faded; 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 10090 ======================================== 2491|A hundred thousand eyes were on her 2491|He took his gun away from her and 2491|Rushed on down the darkening way again. 2491|And a thousand eyes watched him till he fled, 2491|And never turned his head till he died. 2491|And the wailing world cried,--"Is he come?" 2491|And the screaming world to him cried,-- 2491|"Ah, is it come, my sister? Ah, is it come, 2491|From the long ago?" 2491|And he answered, "In the long ago." 2491|And she walked in his heart's warm light-- 2491|His own dark place of death. 2491|But she never knew his words that said,-- 2491|"Come, for the love you can give." 2491|And no other woman who walked with her 2491|Would ever know the smile of that face. 2491|'Tis sweet and fair 2491|To dream of death on a woman's face 2491|When life is at its best. 2491|And a thousand hearts of love are there 2491|That never thought of dying. 2491|So still they wait 2491|For death with their dreams to come true, 2491|They are so lost in their hearts' dreams, 2491|That the world holds no tears for them. 2491|And life is a dull, dim, cold stream 2491|So lonely that never a star 2491|The waves and billows keep still, 2491|That never a ship from a storm 2491|Of ocean passes by. 2491|For the dream is a vain dream 2491|Till the life of a soul awake, 2491|And the hands that are folded close, 2491|And the lips that ever speak, 2491|Are the hearts of a life to be 2491|That's ever alive to-day. 2491|And when life's brightest hope has died, 2491|And the dead love comes from the grave, 2491|Then the hearts that love may rise up 2491|And find their life's bright vision bright. 2491|For the world has so many hearts 2491|And hands and lives that are young 2491|They are all in one wonderful glow 2491|As they rush in glory by. 2491|So fair is life, 2491|And its dream has gone from us; 2491|Yet, though beautiful, 2491|Though bright and full of mirth, 2491|And though beautiful and fair, 2491|We cannot bring back its day. 2491|We love it so so much, 2491|We think in it our life. 2491|And our prayers are all in vain 2491|For the hope, the memory. 2491|For in every smiling face 2491|There's sorrow somewhere. 2491|And in every dear, dear face 2491|We miss a tear. 2491|A tear for a lover slain, 2491|A tear for a life gone brown, 2491|A tear for the love we knew 2491|And knew is nigh. 2491|A word, a whisper, a prayer 2491|A voice of a little child, 2491|A sigh, a tear for the dead, 2491|And a tear for a little tear 2491|On the tear that lingers there. 2491|A little, tearful, tearful thing, 2491|A little voice whispered low 2491|In the quiet, peaceful night, 2491|Like a child's prayer. 2491|A little hand that is very still, 2491|And light of its tiny wings, 2491|A little breath, a little tear, 2491|A little smile, a little tear 2491|That lingers there. 2491|I cannot go back to the world, 2491|Yet still I think of the spring 2491|And day like the first sweet bird 2491|That sings in the wildwood tree. 2491|My thoughts linger still to be free 2491|Of the burden of sorrow and pain 2491|The years have hurled upon me. 2491|In all the pain and grief and toil 2491|I see the woman of old 2491|Who gave the flower of her youth 2491|And blossoms still the flower. 2491|She gave us little kindnesses 2491 ======================================== SAMPLE 10100 ======================================== 1279|And, like the moon, o'er each hill the starry gleam. 1279|Th' affrighted swains, that daily loiter 1279|Where the fair VALE is skilfully depicted, 1279|E'er so far from thence their roving ways-- 1279|To wander at their leisure where they love-- 1279|Have been guilty of one thing--to roam! 1279|Now, when their native land's renown's adored, 1279|Warned by the gen'rous Spirit of the Past, 1279|They view with pity their unprofitable swains, 1279|And cry, "Oh, come with me to see the Lass!" 1279|Th' admiring world thus sighs, "Ah, well-a-day! 1279|'Tis well the worthy Lass is safely home!" 1279|Let men with thoughts like these our minds infest-- 1279|To be the fools they say they are deriding, 1279|Is, perchance, the only cure for wit's contagion. 1279|But, Lord, it's hardly worth the pain, 1279|To suffer from one's tongue's o'eruse: 1279|It sets one's brain aa workin' hard, 1279|An' ruins a body's health. 1279|Come, if you like my sayin', 1279|Whar my pipe is fill'd wi', 1279|An' I begins to oilk in my som'ings, 1279|An' thinks noa things o' day. 1279|It's not for noa fancy-- 1279|I'm able still to read 1279|The News, or Speeck of the Evening, 1279|Or Find aa story new. 1279|Then, O! it's good comin' in the year, 1279|An' winter's reelin' past! 1279|O Lord! how warm the breath o' the sinner 1279|Must be feelin' in this clime. 1279|I taulds you yesterday, 1279|How God made the worm, 1279|That bears an' bloodshed frae man to man, 1279|To enter and edit man; 1279|And, at each edit, 1279|Some beast was changed, 1279|To curry favour an' good will 1279|An' kick the rogue in the nose! 1279|The worm it played him's bock 1279|O' a, b, c, d, e, an' g; 1279|And, tho' forween sair perplexin', 1279|It cut some brains fair lang-- 1279|O' course, to edit man. 1279|I thocht frae the article before ye-- 1279|"Justice as far off as possible." 1279|It's aa workin' hot 1279|For us o' wark, 1279|As editor to edit. 1279|And I thocht o' the article as written, 1279|But doubtless I'll see 1279|Some day, in Heaven, some angel ase the case, 1279|To grant you the writ; 1279|An' then we'll be baith 1279|Good Christian justices o' just. 1279|It's a' for nae use to cry-- 1279|Sic mercy an' faith, 1279|An' I'se o' the vera close. 1279|An' yet, whan our cause it's won, 1279|An' we hae won it aright, 1279|Them twa opinions may save us 1279|That's a' written ye know. 130|of the two following poems:-- 130|"A Song in three Parts"--_"The first it is of Love, whose sweet power 130|of charm is imbellished through 130|our thoughts, we pass to a place 130|where love is a god who sways 130|the world that he can rule, 130|He shows the place as he doth shine 1304|and shows the place that he doth sway 1304|are nought to those who dwell 1304|outside of the mind of Love 1304|and the love that by his beams 1304|are illumed. 1304|Here is his seat; here his throne, 1304|whereon he set himself ======================================== SAMPLE 10110 ======================================== 10602|Or in the water fomenting mischief, 10602|Who as he turn'd the wheele, would make a 10602|Fool the while he chok't, to make her sad. 10602|There was a weeke, who of himselfe had made, 10602|Of which (as has been told us before) 10602|The name was Locus and the houshold name, 10602|The more obligingly that it was named 10602|In his owne name, and in his kindred's, 10602|And by his fathers, and by his wives, 10602|Whereby he did as of the house hold; 10602|Whereof the house name, though true to fame, 10602|Was loste when the least name of the same 10602|Was lost among all else, that ever: 10602|Of whom he had his mother name made, 10602|Whilome that she was of Pixles fame. 10602|There was a weeke, whose name was Pynchon, 10602|Who was of his father's name a wether; 10602|And that, as his owne, he of the pyste 10602|Made him that famous manere, and brenne 10602|Of all in Cample, which made him great. 10602|There was a weeke, also, a young man, 10602|A worthy youth in his ownke land; 10602|The witte Pynchon with the wether chose 10602|To have no more respect than a fule: 10602|Which, as his name, was loste of his kille: 10602|But Pynchon gan at any time spille, 10602|Even with his Mother, and a sonele, 10602|And when as the witting of his hond 10602|Was put in his yong maiden to loke, 10602|She took the witter from him; for she 10602|Gavde him it for love, for which he gat, 10602|That he not wantt hir, that in hir stead 10602|He was to her obligingly complayned. 10602|And they the same of these aryse made, 10602|That the same dayes they they brought the list, 10602|In both the houshold; and in the list 10602|The same the same the lorde and ladyes; 10602|And at the listes that next were had, 10602|The same the ladyes their doues did smale, 10602|And at the next were done the lordes, 10602|As here and there the same they counted. 10602|And when it came to the fourth day, 10602|And twenty three loures had been chaunged, 10602|And all was over, they returned againe; 10602|The same the same, the same, the same: 10602|And thus they fared, these, I, and the lorde. 10602|Now were the list to reherse my paine 10602|Within this my melancholy case, 10602|Whilest I see how that my griefe growes, 10602|Because thereof my paine increaseth; 10602|Thus was my sorrow maket of gane, 10602|Because my griefe was doubled thereby. 10602|Therefore, ye ladies, thus I pray, 10602|Ye ladies fayre, by this my lyfe, 10602|Ye ladies, hence, from hence away, 10602|For this my trouble it increares. 10602|And as herein I spieke, now shall I fynde, 10602|My lyfe to sing for to conclude. 10602|But see me dauncing in my ryght pryde. 10602|Seytys, ye men of powre, make way on ground*. 10602|And see how hir fayre shynys doe appeare, 10602|In their good hansym, to my sore heste reare, 10602|That my wits may hemselven for to rewe. 10602|My lyfe, my lyfe, my love, my best of hewe, 10602|Which long time hath been mine owne fere, 10602|Now is disprayned, and is gan to flye 10602|To my blis: so all my wittes ======================================== SAMPLE 10120 ======================================== 1279|Aye lichtly wyld, 1279|My ain dear me! 1279|And deil hae I to gie my lane, 1279|And deil hae I to gie my lane! 1279|Oh! where are ye goin', Mary, 1279|And where are ye gaun, Mary? 1279|Ye're nae in my debt, Mary, 1279|And ay, I'm doun her. 1279|For nane but me, Mary, 1279|Here's nane but me, Mary; 1279|I'm thair, as they sae gane, 1279|Whilk I was hame, aye. 1279|Come, maun I gang o'er the blue? 1279|Come, maun I gang o'er the blue? 1279|I winna say mae, Mary, 1279|Nor yet sherb braid am I, Mary: 1279|Than courtin' frae a' that wan, 1279|A' that was fair at hame, 1279|A' mair, and mair o' that were wan, 1279|They're laith to me and thee. 1279|But aye in auld Scotia's breast 1279|Anither is a part, a part; 1279|And fain my ain fair wad join 1279|The auld saft wamed folks amang. 1279|Tho' a' were but beggars a', 1279|They'd gang to the hand o' a man; 1279|And my ain dear sake, if heaven 1279|Sodderie his lanely store, 1279|It were nae wonder my dear, 1279|An' all an' lasting dear, 1279|My ain dear Jesse, was denied 1279|O what were my waes to me, 1279|E'er I saw his shape so fair! 1279|There is nae joy like a blossom 1279|On a bonie berry, 1279|As I gaed to the bush to pluck my daisy, 1279|and a large bonie flower.] 1279|My heart will be freezin' like the lark, 1279|While my Mary sings: 1279|My heart will aye be singin' as cheerie 1279|As ony rose to the e'e; 1279|As we pass 'mang the daisies a' in the dells, 1279|My dizzen Mary. 1279|Ye're welcome hame, my lassie, and a bonie pair o' wee; 1279|I'll never gie Gael a' her name, 1279|I'll never gie Gael a' her name, 1279|If I couldna shy awa. 1279|An' ye're welcome hame, my lassie, 1279|And a bonie pair o' wee; 1279|O dona think, ye're welcome hame, my little lassie! 1279|Ye're welcome hame, my lassie, 1279|And a bonie pair o' wee. 1279|I will no buy nor sell, O Bess, 1279|No bid a word to thoo, O Bessie, 1279|I winna buy nor sell, O Bessie 1279|But I'll buy a braw new sword, O Bessie. 1279|And I winna buy nor sell, O Bessie, 1279|To thee, and to thy neck, O Bessie, 1279|It is not lang I hae penc'd it; 1279|But I winna buy nor sell, O Bessie, 1279|Till a' my termes I've gien it, O Bessie. 1279|And I winna buy nor sell, O Bessie, 1279|Till a' my termes I've gien it, O Bessie. 1279|She's never my ain, I vow, 1279|She's never my ain o' mine; 1279|Nae mair I winna woo her, 1279|But I'll buy a bonie new ha' 1279|And I winna buy a bonie new ha' 1279|That nae head daur I sell, O Bessie, 1279|But ======================================== SAMPLE 10130 ======================================== 27333|My soul was full of grief and tender sighs 27333|As I walked through the city in my shroud, 27333|Sobbing in the heat and in the dark, 27333|The cold wind caressed my hair with kisses sweet, 27333|And my heart beat quick as a drum in a festival-- 27333|Then suddenly, as all the world shall boast, 27333|The world laughed at us and we loved it then, 27333|The world did not grieve at our parting as it has done 27333|Since we parted the night we never could tell. 27333|And I saw the lights of the city rise, 27333|I heard the music of words that were sweet, 27333|As I took in the love that lives in a name, 27333|And made it my song like a clarionet-- 27333|_Here lie the dead!-- 27333|Here lie the brave! 27333|Here lie the music-makers! 27333|Here lies the dreamer and singer!_ 27333|Long, long ago my dreams of love 27333|Grew dim with fear and with shame and doubt; 27333|I looked in vain for fair ones there. 27333|But here am I once more, at last, 27333|At last with hands divinely filled, 27333|And lips that have spoken at last. 27333|And I kiss my Love's golden head 27333|As she weeps away the pain in rhyme.-- 27333|_Here lies the dead!--_ 27333|The stars of the night and the stars of the day, 27333|The stars of the years in your eyes of blue, 27333|The flowers that hang white and sweet above 27333|Your feet in the dew on the lawn that's made bare-- 27333|The fairies of every fairyland 27333|Dance on the grass and toss their snow-white flowers. 27333|Oh, give me the white of your face to kiss, 27333|The white of your breast and the white of your hair, 27333|The white of the flowers that white and green 27333|With fragrant white petals meet the light of day. 27333|And I'll give you the white of your throat and hand, 27333|And the white of your face as your life grows old. 27333|The white of my soul as it grows old, 27333|But it is the white of your soul alone. 27333|White, white, white of eyes and white of hair, 27333|White of the sun that I dreamed of as a boy 27333|White as the gold of the grass where the sun leaps green, 27333|And the white of my song, my love, I'll give you. 27333|Red in the blue above you, 27333|Red in the blue below you, 27333|Red where the shadows hang down, 27333|And yellow of the shadows white. 27333|Red where the weeds are white. 27333|Green where the shadows lean, 27333|Green where the sunbeams pass, 27333|And brown where the flowers are set in the lawn. 27333|Green where the grasses are growing, 27333|Blue at your side still shining, 27333|Shining where the shadows are, 27333|Shadowing where the dew is falling, 27333|Falling where the shadows lie 27333|On the lawn where the shadows stand 27333|Like a golden mantle of love. 27333|Yellow for their hair and black and brown, 27333|Green for their skirts of green and gold, 27333|Gray for the gold and black, and yellow and red. 27333|_O for the white of your face to kiss, 27333|White of your hand to hold and caress, 27333|White of the moon you would meet, 27333|Red of the roses dropping red._ 27333|O white in the blue above me, 27333|Red in the blue below me, 27333|Red where the shadows hang down,-- 27333|Red where the weeds are white. 27333|Fading for their feet in grasses, 27333|For their lips in the grasses white, 27333|Dying for a place in the shadows there, 27333|White of the moon in the night of a spring. 27333|Dying with her white of moonrise, 27333|White of the roses dropping red, 27333|White ======================================== SAMPLE 10140 ======================================== 15370|T' other man, if I'd been half so brave. 15370|I was just finishing my tea, that's all, 15370|And my legs were rather cramped--I was beat-- 15370|When, all a-tiptoe, in air, the thing went-- 15370|So--I'm all "pats around the knees" for truth! 15370|A great big, little, half-whiskey, gilly-flay, 15370|With a porter's barrel and a baker's yeast in't, 15370|With his nose in a nut, I must own 15370|A poor but honest chap, 15370|Who was pretty well earned of love, 15370|And a fair amount of beer. 15370|And he thought he'd see a little show, 15370|And get drunk by himself: 15370|Which he did, I declare and make 15370|I quite understood. 15370|He had a gun--not a knife, 15370|With which man can contend; 15370|If he does, good Lord, it's a gawk! 15370|What a shame it would be! 15370|The poor gun-smith could not stand, 15370|Not to tell the truth I've seen, 15370|Any more than he can his shoes, 15370|At that very thing. 15370|When, lo, there came this little fellow, 15370|And said: "Gentleman, pray why 15370|Should my name a-sprach in't? 15370|You've got a strange gun! I know 15370|There's much in't that I'd like, 15370|But what about your cartridge? 15370|You're too loose in't; 15370|I'll hold my fire, and you shall win 15370|By jolt of my hand, I vow, 15370|Ere you get past a 'dinger 15370|E'er of this kind. 15370|"Now, that's one way, and that's the way! 15370|As long as there's a gun, I vow, 15370|Of all we put in't; 15370|And I'll keep you back, by my feat." 15370|"Oh! no, that would I, and would I do't," 15370|(The poor old gun-smith cried); 15370|"So, take you my cartridge, and go, 15370|It's not in't to you. 15370|"If you'll hold your fire, it shall not fail 15370|Your purpose is best, 15370|But take you mine, and do't go in 15370|With such a look. 15370|"And ere that cartridge come to pass, 15370|Be sure you've fit it, and aye, 15370|That cartridge's in't, and well I know't! 15370|Now when you come to me at last, 15370|That cartridge or so, 15370|You'll find the barrel screwed up tight, 15370|As that's to show." 15370|Then 'twas just the way his will prevailed, 15370|And he made it good law 15370|'Twas a great and happy deal 15370|To see that little wight 15370|Somewhere look like himself in fine 15370|As he was gunning around. 15370|His arm was all along the street, 15370|His boots all shone red, 15370|His knife hung from his vest-coat pocket, 15370|His pistol slid from bed, 15370|And so, with a noble smile on 'is moustache, 15370|He strutted up to town. 15370|There was neither eye nor hair, he thought, 15370|So they thought him well within bounds, 15370|'Till at last a little lawyer 15370|Made inquiry of the landlord. 15370|"I have not heard at all," said that landlord, 15370|"What is your business with Mr. Tuck." 15370|"I'm not your man," said the little man, 15370|"But I've the right to be your guide, 15370|If you wish not to go upon tour." 15370|The landlord looked like an old cat, 15370|And he took the "little black shoes" 15370|(Old black shoes without toe) 15370|Away in his ======================================== SAMPLE 10150 ======================================== 37804|'Gainst me, the power of Love. 37804|'I thought you too could bear 37804|The burden of your fate, O Queen: 37804|But now to-day I seem to see 37804|Love can not suffer long. 37804|'Nought but the grave, however old, 37804|Hath power to lift you down, O Queen, 37804|And bring you back to-day. 37804|'I see a woman, fair as spring, 37804|I see a woman, bright as day; 37804|Now both of these fail you may say, 37804|And I, from youth to age, 37804|'Tis pity, that an hour like this 37804|Be wasted o'er in sighs, O Queen, 37804|To see you, that have so often sain 37804|Your heart, lift one poor sigh. 37804|To die of grief, by grief, 37804|I was an empty shell,-- 37804|And yet of grief no more. 37804|My grief at last 'tis overthrown, 37804|I feel my heart 37804|And all its sorrows heal. 37804|I saw the sky 37804|Grew dark and gloomy, where 37804|A naked man lay dead. 37804|But I was not; 37804|The man 'twas mine, 37804|The woman's; yet from me 37804|He saw the dawn. 37804|When men look o'er their shoulder, 37804|And see the face 37804|All love and anger bereave, 37804|And think that guilt has found 37804|Their love, or grief 37804|Hath taken love away; 37804|When the red leaves of their season, 37804|Rush to the stem, 37804|And the little spring is born; 37804|When the wistful bird of May 37804|Is born again, 37804|And all is done for ever, 37804|'Twas so with his love. 37804|I had been dead 37804|A hundred years 37804|Before he found me, 37804|Lay asleep or dreaming, 37804|A naked man. 37804|He laid his hand upon me-- 37804|My life-day, my flower, 37804|And, 'neath his kiss, 37804|My heart grew whole again. 37804|Now, he is dead, 37804|In foreign land; 37804|One of the living who has died 37804|Should know well 37804|What is the life of love. 37804|I have been waiting long, 37804|I have been silent long, 37804|I have been waiting for this man, 37804|And all my heart was full 37804|For one word alone. 37804|'Twas just the one word, 37804|And the one word was all. 37804|'Twas the woman who hath borne to me 37804|Love that hath been most dear, 37804|Who hath loved the world so well, 37804|She is very old. 37804|Nought has she of it made to do 37804|So there's no need for her, 37804|Save that she heard a whisper 37804|"Send up the child" 37804|And the whisper made her glad 37804|And she wrote the word, 37804|That on the little child he gave 37804|The world should be done for ever, 37804|And, the world's curse ended, 37804|The one word, 37804|'Tis all she could, 37804|And it is written so. 37804|Then it is all the same to me, 37804|So I had no mind 37804|Save for that word, 37804|Love's book is not done, 37804|Nor are the words, 37804|Nought in all my years of dreams but dreams 37804|To be filled with love. 37804|There were two little sisters once, who with a smile 37804|Stood by an Eastern window-thatch, and watch'd the moon 37804|Pass by, and listen to the bat's soft silver pipe: 37804|For in a far-off garden-land, the moon was like two 37804|Big, round hands reaching out to touch the ceiling. 37 ======================================== SAMPLE 10160 ======================================== 13650|And you thought you was going to die! 13650|"Oh, my dear Tomo! oh, my! is it you?" 13650|"Oh, no, Tomo--don't be fidgety and pale!" 13650|"It is just what you were when a boy, 13650|And very like you are now to be." 13650|"My dear, very much you are like me." 13650|"How do I like you, then?" said Tomo. 13650|"How shall I like you, then?" 13650|"How shall I like you?" 13650|And Tomo cried. 13650|"Oh, my dear Tomo! oh, my! you are so dear! 13650|I have no more things to tell you." 13650|"All the same--the same?" 13650|"Indeed, indeed." 13650|(Here a sigh of sympathy is interposed.) 13650|Now Tomo had nothing to say. A little girl 13650|Had come to visit him, and she said to Tomo,-- 13650|"I'm your mother, my son--oh, my! how kind is she!" 13650|"What do you mean?" 13650|"That I should be your mother. I am Tomo's mother; 13650|I am the real one, and that's Miss Ochiu,--you see--" 13650|"My son!" said Tomo. "That's very well; but who's Miss Ochiu,--" 13650|"Oh, no, not Miss Ochiu! that never was my name." 13650|"Then you haven't come back to know what's what. You know 13650|You're Tomo--oh, Tomo! you see that Tomo's Tomo." 13650|"I know, I know!" said Tomo, "I'm very sorry to have made you 13650|believe 13650|That you are not Tomo." 13650|Oh, Tomo, what a pity 13650|Your eyes are so blue, and yet 13650|So terribly fond of weeping! 13650|And I have told you many things, 13650|And you never care to listen! 13650|I've said that I often sleep 13650|With tired Tomo in my hair, 13650|That there he sits and chats away 13650|In the cool shady under the bed. 13650|I never thought to tell you this-- 13650|I'm sorry I did! Oh, Tomo, listen! 13650|I've brought you some of my best sweets, 13650|Which you have laid upon your lap. 13650|I've brought you my pretty pictures, 13650|Stiff and delicious as wax: 13650|I wish you could take them all, 13650|And look them over, and smile. 13650|And then--like me--you would say, 13650|'Oh, look, what a silly boy am I! 13650|I wonder what to do with me; 13650|Oh, look!--but look at me all! 13650|I wonder what my nose would be 13650|When it has figured all to pi!' 13650|I know I should be able to talk. 13650|But I'm afraid to--Oh, Tomo! 13650|Your face, just now, was as soft as wax! 13650|But come, you naughty, beautiful child, 13650|Oh, take that ugly ugly thing away! 13650|It made my heart and head so sore, 13650|This little Tomo crying tears; 13650|I knew he'd look at them, yes, sure, 13650|For I must get them away from here! 13650|Ah, Tomo!--a thousand pleasures shew! 13650|And then--I don't know what to say; 13650|Why, what would little children want? 13650|I wonder what I'd eat for breakfast! 13650|I've brought them in my little basket, 13650|And I'll feed them and talk awhile,-- 13650|And then I'm sure to be hungry. 13650|Come, let us take the best of luncheon; 13650|Your little feet are soft, and soft! 13650|Your little fingers are so soft! 13650|Your eyes are so soft and deep! 13650|Your little mouth is so soft! 13650|Come, ======================================== SAMPLE 10170 ======================================== 20|So long as men have power to look on Me; 20|And in the sight of him to whom I am 20|All light and air, tho' made of flesh indeed, 20|Though to behold that which I look on not 20|Is hard; yet since I have thee in possession 20|I cannot well refuse thee what thou pleasst. 20|What help has thy Submission to me told? 20|What comfort, what assistance canst thou give? 20|In me am I not fast bound, and my eyes 20|See not that iustness of Right which is my due? 20|And canst thou not at once complain to me 20|Of such short occupancy of thy Space, 20|Because I took all in me to support 20|Thy House, reserving thy Supply beneath 20|The spacious Centre of so ample a Place, 20|And left thee on thy Shoulder, thy bread beneath 20|The hand of brutish man, thy Shelter left 20|In darkness when I went alone at large 20|To seek and find not what I sought above? 20|Why then complainest thou of thy excessive 20|Contention, which with thee to intrench 20|Is what I have confined? Why then complainest thou 20|Of so short occupancy, thou who more 20|And happier do enjoyst than I do now 20|The enjoyments which I now give over? 20|To whom thus Michael. May it please thee then 20|That while I look on thee with such regard, 20|As thou deemest fit, to grant my wish I try. 20|Yet, since thou seem'st disposed to retain 20|Thee present and past Lives, both here and there, 20|My question to thy Disposition leave, 20|And come to Sense, or to thy Desire, to Me. 20|But thou, depart not on thy Concubine, 20|Whom by foul oppression to be bought 20|At such high price, as I do well apprehend. 20|Not so with me: I never sought to get 20|My Hedgens, or to sell him, or to give 20|My husband Hire, for Pay and Not for Price; 20|But whatsoe'er thou would'st, am not disseised 20|By favour; I hold it in no least Vice 20|To contract Loves, Fond remembruders of loved, 20|In Bad Matters make no difference: if so, 20|Go, tell the women that have been my Husbands, 20|Tell them to go, and tell the men they are 20|To go likewise; but tell not by whom hid, 20|Let them abide so long on this side Never, 20|That I may taste of age, or else attain 20|Long since what I covet, and be rich beyond all: 20|O tell them both, "Lo, my second Son, 20|The image of thy Son, the nature of God 20|In him has crested thee as He in me?" 20|Say that thou dost not know, but I can tell; 20|Yet would'st thou not; but how canst thou withhold 20|Fulfilment, seeing thou hast asked me now? 20|Since first my knowledge wast of Him revealed, 20|In him have I brought Search and Revelation; 20|And all that I have learnt of him, I hold 20|Composed of Love, as you will find, and free 20|From all Unquiet Thought, all Indecision, 20|All Sensitive to all things, without Expression, 20|Affect, or Desire, but all in one intense 20|Source of Intense Motion, potent to bind 20|All opposites to One common Source, and mingle 20|All Intelligible Impossibilities, 20|Thing and Fashion, to one end and purpose brought, 20|That is, to mould and fashion man into Good. 20|My Judgment yet must needs be blind; yet see 20|Me Beauty; I desire neither Fruit, nor Rand, 20|Nor aught ought to rise from Nature, but such 20|As falls to my proper use, and from my Will 20|Result, or fromth' excellent Creator Speech, 20|Who, in his bounty as he findeth use, 20|Springing from good may ill bestir him for to 20|A Giver, and without want become a tributary 20|Of evil to a tributary, and so 20|Develope or refresh the t ======================================== SAMPLE 10180 ======================================== May I not then to thee seem worthy to give 26|Gifts of my soul, the which thou dost bring so far? 26|So God hath pow'r, but not his presence to prove 26|Absolute Truth, but fables it, fable false 26|What caus'd so sore afflict us long ago? 26|That I know not--I am sick at heart, and cry, 26|To him who rul'd in council at the first, 26|If he hath power of all I am but dust, 26|Then I consent he hath more, though I deny 26|E'en half; this full transmutacioun is thine. 26|I grant him that; and he is worthy; for his hand 26|In time of warriours was not unsequ alloy'd 26|To lay most tollable hands on men of mine; 26|And though they heute him less cruel then they are 26|Now, and to hear his sentence I desire, 26|Yet in his power I fear me; since he taketh now 26|My brother, and this realm is wholly his, 26|My realm is in his hand, if that he will, 26|And shall he so abuse it? who can give back 26|To him my love, if he be false of heart? 26|So pray'd I, nor did he thenceforth refuse 26|To be my true suzerain; but (so beware!) 26|Or I my fair one will on thee investrit 26|Upon my liege, and thou mayst be a Queen, 26|And thou mayst rule my body, if thou wilt 26|Forbear to be a Queen, my heart! to do so 26|Shall be the blame of woman, who is nought 26|But a temperance unto manly burthension. 26|So spake the fickle god, and so began 26|That which I wist, I should not our argoud fit; 26|So prayed I for my safety; and my pleas 26|My suzerain denied; but when his orders were 26|To lay him low, and all the world to ffit, 26|He took me by the hand, and bade me go; 26|And from my chamber out I went, and found 26|My body in woe, my soule all gone; 26|But that he might not, he made me go in, 26|A room reserved for such, who wer't justified; 26|So I upon a bed of palmes am laid, 26|And furbished in such state, as when I came 26|Unto my Lord, my husband, saith my sweet: 26|Be so thou livest, for now is grown anon 26|My time of life quite close, and I must bee 26|A lambe, for I must leave my husband dead.-- 26|As I have shewn thee, dost thou so also?-- 26|For if thy soule be to wane at all, 26|It soon will be at last, if thou be not 26|Mansuasour, my sweet, who was my lif: 26|Till which time thou shalt live as lambe dies; 26|But I will cast thee out, nor have thee in, 26|Until thy body be with fire fit 26|To burn; and then the fire of thy soule 26|I will contented be, the which I do 26|Delay to take thee out of life, until 26|Thou tell if that thou hast heard of me, 26|And whether I live or die to thee? 26|To whom thus Eve, With grief full bitter pressed. 26|Glad am I! had I but known that day, 26|When first he took me from his gentle side! 26|But I behold him now in such a plight, 26|I hardly count what hap I had of mee: 26|I saw him then, and as I sat a child, 26|In meek humility meekly bowed. 26|Yet now he does me wrong, and with reproof 26|Shall harrass me hence, I useto pass, 26|As erst he harrassed, whom his anger fired; 26|I would he had me laid in some old urn, 26|And burned with fire, so he might never know. 26|To summa: Evil and good must be contending, 26|And must unite to good; which having gain'd, ======================================== SAMPLE 10190 ======================================== 1382|Falls in the day, to rise again to be 1382|And I am blind, or I am full of wine, 1382|To the old place of death; to lie at night 1382|Hear the bird cry in the leafless tree, 1382|To the dead day; or see the sun sink slow, 1382|In the green. Ah, to die this side the light! 1382|'Tis the last place for me. 1382|I am sure you remember. 1382|The green-leafed bough of the poplar tree 1382|Is like a face 1382|Where the dark cheek of a lady's is pure. 1382|All the world is gone. 1382|I have lived my life, but not my hour. 1382|The old time set the bell of the day 1382|Upon the heart of man and wife. 1382|You will understand? 1382|The day of years that is not spent 1382|Is not the one-peopled world at hand, 1382|The black-robed people, the blind, 1382|Who are watching for the hour of light. 1382|The night is the soul's distress 1382|Because it watches till the day of doom. 1382|They have their joy, 1382|We have ours. 1382|We have we whom we cannot spare to be. 1382|Let us have all. 1382|And see, the world is silent and drugged. 1382|I see the man of them; they lie 1382|As lilies by the wind, 1382|As trees in the forest of the dawn, 1382|As birds in a dance, as flowers by the river. 1382|They have our pleasure. 1382|And when they fall from us, we remember. 1382|They died, and were buried. 1382|We had to have them dead in us, 1382|Not of us. 1382|What should we have? 1382|A world of darkness with no thought. 1382|It may be their last breath is breath, 1382|No eyes look back to tell us: why, 1382|They laugh and die. 1382|Why? 1382|They lived and lived: to know all, why not we? 1382|We have our share; as many as they; 1382|For whom the world began, who know all? 1382|I am the spirit of man's life; 1382|He is the spirit of the world: 1382|Neither the heart of either was mine. 1382|I have not understood, I wish to weep. 1382|I have not understood. 1382|I was a thing that moved but felt not: 1382|I shall not understand how the body could be alive. 1382|I am the world of thoughts: they are but shades: 1382|His is the world of things, no less: 1382|Neither be I of them, or they of me. 1382|I saw the soul arise, 1382|And saw the body grow; 1382|I saw myself as a cloud in mid-air, 1382|But knew it not, for I was I, 1382|As the spirit is and the body is: 1382|I was the spirit of him, 1382|He was the spirit of her. 1382|The body had but breath, 1382|I had the spirit's heart. 1382|What has she done? 1382|She died: as the spirit dies: 1382|We did not know it was dead. 1382|I thought she was a flower 1382|That would bloom on the tomb, 1382|But it is the spirit of her: 1382|I had the soul she had. 1382|I saw the world's light, 1382|And knew not I was blind: 1382|I knew her life was light, 1382|That would not let it dew. 1382|The soul, I know, 1382|Woke as the sun in night, 1382|And smote the earth to life, 1382|And smote the air to health, 1382|And smote man to his mind. 1382|The body saw not sight, 1382|Nor saw the soul see truth. 1382|I was the spirit of him, 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 10200 ======================================== May be it, if so be, 24869|Thy words are true when you say them: 24869|For now, O Bráhmans, all my sense 24869|Is faint with pleasure.” 24869|In deep contentment each contained 24869|His every sense, 24869|And each to visions dark and deep 24869|Filled with delight. 24869|So from my soul was Ráma freed 24869|Till love and joy 24869|Myself had won, and all the love 24869|With which my bosom glowed. 24869|Soon as my Queen’s decree 24869|Had kept the vows he plighted, 24869|The saintly Sítá I embraced 24869|My noble bridegroom, loved by all 24869|With equal love, and to my sire 24869|Blessed his last rites. 24869|He, in the presence of a crowd 24869|That followed Ráma to the woods, 24869|Besought by all, and in a blaze 24869|Where all might mark, that I the dame 24869|Would leave my home and seek the bowers 24869|That so my duty bade. 24869|The king my noble father’s son 24869|With favourate words his daughter wooed; 24869|And thus he besought her: “My child, 24869|For thee and thine the promise keep: 24869|Nor to-morrow will my will 24869|Impart to thee a wish to change.” 24869|Then did the youth the promise keep, 24869|And thus the damsel he besought: 24869|“Kauśalyá, thou my darling, now 24869|Bid Ráma to his village go. 24869|Kauśalyá shall his boon be, 24869|Whose eyes have nursed his boyhood’s trust: 24869|With favouring words thy lips shall move, 24869|And freely thus his favour speak.” 24869|Thus besought the dame as to request 24869|A few few short days to come, 24869|Who, ’twas all this Ráma to unite, 24869|She gave as his own, and pledged himself 24869|To bind her in her marriage bands. 24869|’Twas thus the king and prince in her 24869|Besought her so to wed that she 24869|Had pledged her to marry Prince Ráma, 24869|And made her swear the same to do. 24869|But as the boon the maid he pressed, 24869|In silence to the people cried: 24869|“Forget thy vow, thine promise, and be 24869|That maid whose promise, good in deeds, 24869|Thou, royal lady, didst not plight.” 24869|Thus Ráma swore, and to and fro 24869|To all his people girt them: 24869|To them, he trusted, his return, 24869|The Vánar chief would make complete. 24869|Then from her home, he bade her bring 24869|The bride, to live with him alone, 24869|Whom he with Lakshmaṇ in the grove 24869|As well as with her lord as queen. 24869|Him the dear couple, with the aid 24869|Of all the aids his race had owned, 24869|Kauśalyá’s home, with rites and prayer, 24869|On the seventh day of Míthilá spent. 24869|Then Ráma and his spouse went forth 24869|With the nine kings of old and new(602) 24869|To Káma’s mighty ground to war, 24869|To conquer and deluge earth 24869|With slaughter of the Rákshas foe. 24869|They found not there her son, that man 24869|Of virtue and of valour famed. 24869|They saw her weeping for her son, 24869|Fierce Ráma of the noble race. 24869|And so, at length, they bade him seek 24869|A place in forest canopy. 24869|And there, on Ráma, Lakshmaṇ, thine, 24869|The king began to build a wall. 248 ======================================== SAMPLE 10210 ======================================== 21009|The people with her--she is the same as ever. 21009|No matter what the country, 21009|She comes to town 21009|With a smile on her smiling face, 21009|With a voice as clear as a bell. 21009|She is like the sea-birds 21009|That sail round in a mass 21009|With an eye on their bread, their water, and their nest; 21009|For they have never a thought about a grave 21009|Or a wife in a cell. 21009|She has lived as the people do; 21009|A free woman and honest, 21009|With hearts that were brave, 21009|And eyes as bright as the sun, 21009|And soul no longer dull. 21009|Yet she would not be a bride 21009|To a rude lord who comes from far, 21009|With a wife beside like a cloud! 21009|Or a man who comes a slave 21009|To strip the bare stone of a slave, 21009|With a blood-stained face on the work. 21009|She is the woman you knew 21009|When he was good-- 21009|With the smile that was light as a flow 21009|As he peeps o'er the wall, 21009|With the heart as light as the foam on the wave, 21009|With the voice and the eye 21009|Like the singing stars above 21009|When they speak of something great. 21009|That is the man you know-- 21009|That man is true 21009|When there is no doubt. 21009|His blood is like milk, 21009|Like milk is his breath, 21009|Like snow is his hand, 21009|Like wind is his heart. 21009|That is the man you know, 21009|And the name he says 21009|Is as sweet as the sun, but warmer 21009|As warm, I swear, 21009|As the warmth of his words. 21009|I used to think him a strange child, 21009|But now I know 21009|That the man has made this sweet creature 21009|Of his care and plan. 21009|He has fixed a name for her that's pure 21009|As the fountain flows 21009|In a mountain-brake of snow: 21009|Let him call her then, 21009|Because the name of love 21009|Is an art of language; though her eyes 21009|Be as clear as the day, 21009|And her brows be so beautiful I know 21009|That she wants to shine. 21009|Let the man call her then, 21009|Since the name of love 21009|Is an art of language; though her eyes 21009|Be as clear as the day, 21009|And her brows be so beautiful I know 21009|She wants to shine! 21019|In the days of John Endicott, the Earl of Anconnel, 21019|There was a Lady A. was passing quite in the town; 21019|And the folks in the squares made her the queen of all the town. 21019|She went round with a smile and she went with a nod, and she 21019|went up to her friends and said--_Now, wha- 21019|keeps bringing it over here to A?_ 21019|_I've got my lancer's lance to avenge me, whi- 21019|what shall I think of you?_ 21019|The first he sheathed it in his strong hand, and the next 21019|he sheathed it in his strong hand and she went up to him. 21019|_Wha- shall I wed wha- 21019|knows the reason why?_ 21019|The first she took him by the hand and the second she 21019|kicked him and she shewed him to his feet, and the 21019|third she sheathed it in his strong hand and the 21019|fourth she kicked him and she shewed him to his feet. 21019|And a-riding in the town, it chanced upon a wood, 21019|A maiden, her name was A. 21019|The tree-tops were red and the branchy tops were set 21019|with berries in June; 21019|The maiden went o'er the green and through the glade, 21019|And ======================================== SAMPLE 10220 ======================================== 1030|For to take that life which was to be his. 1030|We had a new Bill of Mortgages, 1030|And as we had no money, 1030|They stole half the Goods upon honde, 1030|And made a new Bill of Mortgages. 1030|And now the King has come out of his Tower, 1030|To take what's left there; 1030|I pray God his Grace protect both parties, 1030|At his return he'll be a Partaker. 1030|We had a Bill of Suffrages 1030|It passed by a much larger margin; 1030|We had it ere the King came in atque, 1030|For the sake of the poor he had nothing. 1030|A Bill of Longinues for the State 1030|For a long series of kings. 1030|They'd be a new Regal Gazetteer, 1030|And the King himself to be Queen. 1030|And now the King will be a Partaker 1030|And the poor he'll be to-day. 1030|This work, 'I see Thee, Sire, where I am.' 1030|When the King is at the Tabard, 1030|And the King is in the Temple, 1030|And the poor are out of their graves, 1030|And out of their graves (hearken to me) 1030|The poor shall go to the tomb. 1030|And now the King is come across the sea 1030|To show his Majesty, and tell them 1030|The way with the Emperour 1030|Is oo it will never be with them. 1030|The way of the Kings is hard on the poor, 1030|They're a bad regal tribe, 1030|Though rich to please our fancy 1030|The poor man and the King 1030|Must part with what they can get. 1030|The poor man may keep a yard, 1030|The poor man may have an acre; 1030|That's oozy in a pint, 1030|The poor man may work for his bread; 1030|A pretty house may live 1030|Upon a grain of corn. 1030|Who's God? Who is the Christ? 1030|He is good and great, 1030|But who is God but a King? 1030|He is God, but a devil 1030|At the heart of man; 1030|To work us a devil's will 1030|The damned have no place 1030|But where King Herod bids them, 1030|The devil goes where King John 1030|To preach the word of grace. 1030|He comes from heaven, he goes down here, 1030|By the green hand of sea; 1030|The little ships must needs 1030|Bend the stern necks of all that come. 1030|King John is a great man, 1030|His name is a seal; 1030|That little ship that went down there 1030|No ship can be lost. 1030|But all the other ships 1030|Are lost in the deep; 1030|God knows where they will find him, 1030|To his shame or glory. 1030|The little ships have found him, 1030|The little ships must go down there, 1030|The ships are too great for him; 1030|But God will find him at last 1030|Where the Little Christ did die. 1030|The Little Christ is come again, 1030|And we are quite at home; 1030|He has taken the little ships 1030|And put them on his ship, 1030|And the ship that stayed at home 1030|Is gone down in disgrace. 1030|And that is good enough for us, 1030|For the little ships are here; 1030|And we have much more money 1030|Than the big ships can spend. 1030|For we are all here for one thing, 1030|That is but to be free; 1030|To preach and pray and sing, 1030|And to be as perfect slaves 1030|As are to be received. 1030|Then come, ye Poor, come, come, my dears, 1030|And let us preach and pray; 1030|Our King is come from heaven, 1030|For the souls that we have ======================================== SAMPLE 10230 ======================================== 29345|We're all on a roll again. This is as big a game: 29345|The first half is all up the hill, the second in the plough-- 29345|This is what happens, this is what happens, 29345|Our last couple months, our last month of this run-- 29345|We're going off at the same time. You know my work: 29345|I can pick my thing at nine o'clock--let the rest count. 29345|You've worked at the farm the best your time will serve. 29345|You see, 29345|Every season is the same: the first seven years 29345|Have seen many changes. Our crop's up, and so, of course, 29345|We cannot have peace; 29345|It has its time 29345|At times when we are slow, and, of course, we are at best 29345|As many failures as we'll make of it, every fall 29345|Is a spring of the flowers--a good time for us. 29345|It takes no genius to be glad, or a talent of mind, 29345|You can smell it in the air, you can trace it in the ground. 29345|You can see it in the way we act when we begin 29345|To show how we will do, or how we would do, or why. 29345|There's little, no doubt of it. You see the old farm as a whole. 29345|We had the least of anything in it, a hundred acres. 29345|But this farm was, and is, a world of work for the rest. 29345|This job of ours is no less: to do, to keep in hand, 29345|To keep the house as it was, the same as it was of old, 29345|To build the farm the way it is, to plant the seed, 29345|And then to take it to the harvest in five, ten, fifteen years. 29345|It is a world of work, of changing seasons and of changes, 29345|The best of any in the field; the best of any in the land; 29345|The best of any in the land--but we are out of it. 29345|We're off to the world of work; a world of strange, unknown things. 29345|Why, we aren't going to keep it long. It'll start in the wrong 29345|hand, it'll start in the wrong hands; all right, this way's the road. 29345|It is an unkind remark and a cheap one, but surely he's mad, 29345|If you've found it. At least he wouldn't say "the same as it was." 29345|For that I'll say no more. At any rate he never had the chance. 29345|"Well--see that there's no chance of that. Just go--go back there; 29345|Let's see. There's the door. I'll help you there; I'm your man." 29345|The door is open, too. Go right into the yard. 29345|A little step and nothing more. Why--let us help him get through,-- 29345|You've got your hand in me somewhere. I shall go after you; 29345|If he will give himself up to this very easy work in waiting 29345|You say his mind's filled, and why it's "just as good as usual"? 29345|I'm not sure I ought to say it's "just as free as a child." 29345|You say his work is never done. I see no sign of it, 29345|And I'd like to know why you let him leave it all to me. 29345|Why, I never knew I'd be a hundred miles away from him 29345|When I first came here,--you and every thing else undone. 29345|I think we've all known you before, and loved you all our lives 29345|And so it is not always "as far as we can reach him." 29345|It's somewhere up ahead, and down again a hundred yards, 29345|It's always "as far as we can do, and then--as far as we will." 29345|You know I can't make any promises for him to be all right 29345|After him,--it's better safe than sorry. 29345|"No," I said, 29345|"We have no idea what it means, and that will never mend. 29345|"The place where we're going ======================================== SAMPLE 10240 ======================================== 3473|Weighed upon me, so that in the darkness, 3473|I was faint, and had no strength to go upon, 3473|And I sank down upon the grass below. 3473|I slept there for a hundred years, 3473|And in that hundred years at last, 3473|I was no longer the same old thing. 3473|I was strong, I was beautiful, 3473|But in that hundred years at last, 3473|Nothing of me but a heap of dust 3473|No longer was dazzling to my eye. 3473|Ah, me! how the years went by! 3473|A month passed--a year must have fled 3473|A fell swoop--a second did arrive, 3473|Which the old one came with his old noise, 3473|And he did strike me with his old brand, 3473|And he did take me to the king's lodging, 3473|Which is in the little town of Mehemet, 3473|Where I said, 'If the house is small or fit, 3473|I am contented while my life doth last, 3473|And, if I could but have what I might yet wish, 3473|I would gladly change and leave my new abode, 3473|Yet I am ashamed in so great a company 3473|To enter so much of them as I do see-- 3473|For I am sick of living in a house, 3473|And I can see a worse than shanty seem 3473|If I enter in the open air; 3473|'Tis I am come to the country-- 3473|I can see no more your lovely face.' 3473|'Why go ye and seek thy death, 3473|O long lost brother, what hast thou done 3473|To me, a stranger, a thoughtless one?' 3473|'We were strangers one another met, 3473|And we loved, and in death we have fallen out. 3473|We loved the love of outward things-- 3473|We loved the world, but it made us two. 3473|'We loved the world for its excesses, 3473|But love was not a gift or boon, 3473|We loved the world for its great excesses, 3473|But our love was the outward, not the good. 3473|Now we have fallen out--not in spite, 3473|But for sorrow--one of us is dead. 3473|'I have suffered long, but never more can bear 3473|To see my life go mournfully by, 3473|So all the thoughts which were my own have met 3473|With bitter tears and faded cheeks. 3473|'To-morrow I forget you all-- 3473|We loved, indeed, but never longer, 3473|I feel they can not make me understand 3473|The words which I have dropped in sorrow o'er.' 3473|I have suffered long--but never more can bear 3473|To see my life go mournfully by, 3473|So all the thoughts which were my own have met 3473|With bitter tears and faded cheeks. 3473|So all the thoughts are scattered in the breeze, 3473|In the dusk that is blown by the South wind, 3473|While night and day we are parting one by one, 3473|And the lamp of the sun is low, 3473|We are still together, and always together, 3473|We are still alone as one. 3473|In the silence that follows the close of day 3473|We are wandering the garden, and all alone; 3473|And where, at midnight, the long-drawn rain drops fall, 3473|And where, on the evening we die, 3473|With the rose which I love, we sit side by side-- 3473|Oh, it is dark to the end. 3473|In the silence that follows the close of day 3473|We are wandering the garden; and all alone, 3473|I with my soul's dreams undefiled, 3473|In the darkness, the stillness, the dreams of the night, 3473|We two who remain; in the dark, 3473|In a still garden, where never a leaf is seen 3473|Of the roses from bloom to blossom past; 3473|We two who abide, and never pass away, 3473|Where love, and hope, and faith endure. 34 ======================================== SAMPLE 10250 ======================================== 13648|And we hope that they will make a man of you! 13648|In the olden time, ere the earth was made, 13648|Man knew not how to grow or to toil, 13648|Yet he reaped what God reaped never earld 13648|Till He said to him, "Thou art fulfilled," 13648|Then the first trees He reaped were men,-- 13648|And their fruit was bread,--for wheat and barley. 13649|It was on the morrow, in the autumnal night, 13649|When the stars were weeping and heaven was wet 13649|With a deep and weary light, 13649|Over the river came the moonlight pale, 13649|Swinging with quiet smile 13649|Down through the purple gloom, 13649|Where clouds were gathering, till they hid the sky, 13649|To where a house a wooden gateway made, 13649|Where the wind blew, and the wind blew, and the wind blew. 13649|'Twas a gray rustic cottis, a mere cottage, built 13649|By a man, of the wind and the rust, 13649|'Twas about six miles from a town in France; 13649|But he called from his mill away, 13649|"The mill is a-goin' to Satchhees Gap, man!" 13649|The mill was a-goin' to Satchhees Gap, 13649|The sky was still, the wind was still, 13649|The clouds were gathering, till the last one flew 13649|Far up as far as eye could see, 13649|High o'er the peaks of France, 13649|And the house a-westward, 13649|It was long ago by the river Nile; 13649|And it was June in Boulogne where I dwelt,-- 13649|Long ago in Boulogne where I grew old. 13649|And in June by the river Nile there grew 13649|A lilac in my father's garden walk. 13649|And as I passed along in the summer time, 13649|As I was straying behind to descry 13649|That lilac growing, a blossom fair 13649|Came out of that lilac bush, 13649|Fluttering to and clinging to the bough, 13649|And bending as I followed her, 13649|Till I thought the air would swallow her 13649|And sink her to the bottom of the stream, 13649|With an eye like a straw in the bottom there, 13649|And a breath like the sighs of the drowned men's sea. 13649|I knew her, I had followed her all day, 13649|And I thought I heard, 13649|Singing as she clung, 13649|But I saw her never at set of sun, 13649|Till after her son had come to the age 13649|That made him speak with that tender tone, 13649|And after that he was dead; and I had 13649|Been happy till then, for I had seen 13649|The child of my heart. 13649|And I said not then, 13649|"Ah!" and she stilled her song, 13649|And I asked not why she bent her song 13649|So to my right, and I said not then, 13649|"Ah!" and the lilac bent again; 13649|And she laughed; and I turned my face 13649|From that dark, and I saw that her laughter 13649|Had made her eyes drunk of their own light; 13649|And I looked away from that lilac-bush, 13649|And I said "Brynhild!" and she fell 13649|As drunk as a dead man's teeth; 13649|And I kissed her as I told thee in tale, 13649|And I kissed her on the lips-- 13649|Ah! as she kissed me then, 13649|The kisses drunk of me made one of two 13649|Feel as I felt in the whole world now; 13649|Ah! so one of them felt,-- 13649|The other I see in the churchyard green; 13649|And if thou wilt be my wedded wife, 13649|Think that I kiss thine eyes to-day 13649|In the light of the sunset, on thy brow; 13649|Think I kiss ======================================== SAMPLE 10260 ======================================== 25153|With that same hand he raised the sword 25153|Which he in days long past had sheath'd, 25153|And he drew it keen from out the sheath 25153|Upon his right hip. 25153|He raised his hand, and in a breath 25153|He shouted with a shout of mirth, 25153|"This is the sword that I have won!" 25153|Then backward, turning suddenly, 25153|He faced the giant in the fight, 25153|And the fight alike he knew; 25153|They had fought together many a fight, 25153|A common hand was common also, 25153|Though both were strangers in it. 25153|They struck where stern faced giants fear 25153|And those who meet are doomed to lose, 25153|But they struck when there was one beside 25153|Who saw not that their hearts were one, 25153|And both were strangers in it. 25153|He struck and he saw the dragon bright, 25153|And he shouted to the dragon small, 25153|Bade him welcome, from his hand dismiss 25153|The fearful weapon and dismiss 25153|The dragon's glare so many a time, 25153|And bow'd him down before him brave, 25153|And towered above all else above him, 25153|The giant of a thousand battle-fields, 25153|Who might but strike at any hour 25153|When all things but the spirit are o'er, 25153|If but the will were granted,--and he took 25153|Whate'er the pay as he would take it. 25153|She turned and took his hand in her own, 25153|And as a woman is, and as free, 25153|And as devoid of fear and guile, 25153|He drew it in again and gave it: 25153|And the woman's brows became bright 25153|With hope as the man's grew bright! 25153|Harmless they faced each other there, 25153|As all things are harmless before 25153|Now when he saw how she trembled and paused, 25153|As he saw the passion in her eyes, 25153|As she turned and fled like a thing that flies, 25153|As a woman flies a lion's teeth flashed 25153|Upon his heart, and he recoiled, 25153|And turned and fled as a woman flies. 25153|She came with the dawn, and she came at noon, 25153|From the dark waters of the shore; 25153|And the white hawser, and the grey ash fan, 25153|And the little sandal-bag she wore 25153|As your mother used to do, were there, 25153|And the painted shells were there, 25153|And the sandals on her feet, 25153|And a silver cresset, and the hair clips 25153|Of violets. 25153|And the watercresses in her hair, 25153|Waved and nodded in the wind, 25153|As she passed along. 25153|But she came not again; and the heart of him 25153|Died like an engine cut away 25153|When the wind was most angry, and a stone 25153|Broke above it. 25153|And the long blue miles about her lay 25153|As a stone laid flat; 25153|And she crossed the place like the shadow of death 25153|That comes when any one's alone 25153|To the place where she fell down from the shore 25153|Where the sea is calm and still. 25153|And I sat and looked on her body there, 25153|Now battered and rent and torn, 25153|And I thought of all the careless days 25153|Before she died, and I cried, 25153|When our house-lamp was dead, 25153|And the lamp we buried under the fern, 25153|And the cresset that hung by the tree, 25153|And the little silver bag,-- 25153|And the little silver cresset,--and myself 25153|That was left in the house, 25153|When our love was new and innocent. 25153|But never a word I said; 25153|It seems to me more cruel, more wild 25153|Than having myself buried under fern 25153|And under that little tree! 25153|I sat alone ======================================== SAMPLE 10270 ======================================== 2620|The dusky flowers, 2620|And every shade, 2620|Thin and fine, 2620|And green as life; 2620|To the shade 2620|Comes the rose 2620|To kiss thy face; 2620|And she, the white rose, 2620|From all the drear world 2620|Come with me now, 2620|Whose lips 2620|Tremble and beat, 2620|And whose eyes 2620|Bask in the light, 2620|Whose bosom glows 2620|In a sweet rest, 2620|Bending low to bless 2620|Thy gentle feet! 2620|When she comes, 2620|White as a dove, 2620|When she comes, 2620|She will give thee 2620|All the world; 2620|And thou wilt take her 2620|In thy arms, 2620|Watching by night, 2620|Where thy mother keeps 2620|Dews that keep thee sweet, 2620|And her arms around thee 2620|Will caress thy waist; 2620|There thou wilt rest, 2620|Lulled by her breath, 2620|While the wind 2620|Silvers the thorn-bushes 2620|Of the mystic wood: 2620|And the pines 2620|Will tell no tale, 2620|While the rose-flush drips 2620|From her sunny face. 2620|When she comes, 2620|White as a dove, 2620|When she comes, 2620|In thy arms, 2620|Rest thee sweet, 2620|Watching by night; 2620|Though life seem to flee, 2620|Lulled by her breath, 2620|I will stay yet, 2620|For my wings 2620|To-day 2620|Are as young as thine; 2620|And though this weary body, 2620|In its weariness, 2620|Troubles my soul, 2620|If thou be with me here, 2620|So shall I bear to see 2620|Thy steps depart, 2620|And my sorrows pass 2620|Blisses and tears, 2620|The sun-shine and the showers! 2620|And my soul shall sing 2620|Unto thy Maker knowes, 2620|As in sleep 2620|I seem 2620|To be 2620|But a bird 2620|In the nest that thou 2620|Hast up thine eyes. 2620|As in the calm 2620|Of a dream, 2620|On thy brow 2620|Sleeps the holy seal 2620|Upon thy head. 2620|As thou dost sleep, 2620|That sleep should be, 2620|So on thy head 2620|Thy watch-chain I 2620|Would give away. 2620|O bright and kind, thou comest from Heaven 2620|To open all the Heavens to me; 2620|But when thou goest to the dust again, 2620|Thou bringest not thy wings again. 2620|O Earth, I will obey thy voice, 2620|Nor put my trust in dead things; 2620|The living stones of Earth shall tell 2620|How frail are mortal things. 2620|A thousand years in the dark grave 2620|I have lain, and have seen the day 2620|When I shall awake and see 2620|Again the green meadows round, 2620|The rosy dawn and the fragrant Sky: 2620|A thousand years in a thousand rings 2620|Shall we watch that crown of golden hair, 2620|The little hand that in my breast 2620|Shall keep my little joys and cares. 2620|Yours is the little love and little trust; 2620|Mine is the mountain air, and I am weak-- 2620|And I shall wake when I am old, 2620|And in my sleep shall see again 2620|The golden morn and the silver Day. 2620|Thy mother, when her child she found, 2620|By a strange star found her to bless, 2620|In a star she clasped her little hands, 2620|And called her by those wond ======================================== SAMPLE 10280 ======================================== 19|And he cried with a roaring voice, 19|"Give o'er the bloody struggle, 19|And let them all in the fire depart! 19|"They are but as worthless as grass blades, 19|And shall be trodden under his feet!" 19|So they fled in terror and pain, 19|Fled in a fright, and were faint and scattered. 19|The mighty man, the Mighty One, 19|Was not angry with them at all; 19|He smiled, he saith, with his smiling eyes. 19|With a nod he turned back his head, 19|And left the lodge, and left them all that way 19|To wail aloud through the wastes of the West, 19|Till their burden sate down in a meadow that lay 19|All bare of birds and the kindly sun. 19|And the weary ones said, "Come, let us go 19|And leave all sorrow behind us; 19|We will gather up the grass blades that lie 19|All cold and dead in the meadow cold and dead." 19|There followed a sound of weeping and wailing, 19|And a sound of lamentation and wail, 19|Through the waste of the West beginning to wane, 19|And it came to the weary men's wondering ears,-- 19|"All is cold in the meadow cold and dead!" 19|Cold on the cold earth all bare and bare 19|The weary men still gazed in despair. 19|And they said, while the tears fell from their eyes,-- 19|"We know that the sun smiles on us still." 19|And then from the lodge there came a moaning 19|And wailing, and wail, and wailing, and wail; 19|And the air grew chill and the stars grew pale, 19|As down the stars the wintry winds sweep. 19|Cold lay the earth in the windy days, 19|Cold on the days where the sun is red; 19|And the weary men gazed in the West, 19|As a crowd of faded faces went by, 19|And they cursed and blasphemed and cried, 19|"The sun is white and the sun is golden, 19|But the weary men have no sun to see." 19|It was autumn in the West, 19|And the sun was warm on the hill, 19|And the berry-bush was blooming fair. 19|Cold lay the earth in the windy days, 19|Cold on the days where the sun is sweet, 19|And the weary men turned from the west, 19|And cursed and cried, and cursed again, 19|"The sun is white, and white is the rose, 19|But the weary men have no sun to kiss." 19|It was autumn in the west, 19|And the sun was hot on the hill, 19|And in came a mighty stormy blast. 19|It was like the storm, it was like the blast. 19|It roared and roared and roared. 19|Then a voice came from the meadow gray, 19|And a face looked from the sky above: 19|"We have heard thee cursed to-day, 19|And the proud sun has no sun to see." 19|It was autumn in the west, 19|And the sun was hot on the hill. 19|And the earth shook as the mighty blast 19|Roared to the meadow and the berry-bush blew; 19|Shivered as the rain in the swaying east 19|Roars, and groans at the blast, and snaps and roars; 19|Earth quakes with the earthquake under the feet. 19|Shivered as the leaves o'ergrowing bolts 19|When the black thunder roars, and rocks recoil: 19|Under the land, the hills quivered black. 19|Under the hill, and overhead, 19|The skies were stormy and wild. 19|Under the land, the wild waves rolled 19|Round the shattered bark of the forest tree, 19|Round the wreck of every living thing; 19|And ever the cry went up through the storm, 19|"The sun is pale, the sun is pale!" 19|It was autumn in the west; 19|And the wind was hot on the hill, 19|And the storm shrieked and heeded not. 19|The heavy night grew worse and worse; 19|And the men were still and faint and cold. 19|But in the stormy ======================================== SAMPLE 10290 ======================================== 1280|Of the same night and the same people 1280|Whom I thought to have slain. 1280|The night falls on the dead, the dead 1280|Were on my feet last night; 1280|I woke, the clock read five at night, 1280|And my heart stood still. 1280|I sat up once and tried to think, 1280|What was it in the air? 1280|The only sound was the sound 1280|Of a bell 1280|And another man, 1280|So I thought to myself, 1280|I'll hunt him down, kill him! 1280|And I raised a terrible cry 1280|Over the hills 1280|And then with a wild and sudden start, 1280|Out of their hiding-holes, the sky 1280|Like a wall of fire, 1280|And the earth went through the air, 1280|The dead men who had lived. 1280|WHEN YOU had lived long, all the world 1280|Was going to war for life. 1280|You went forth to it, the soldiers fought, 1280|But one stood silent. 1280|And this was his hand, 1280|Groping there like a watch upon life's wheel 1280|As it sped onward, 1280|Pitying the soldiers, and going away: 1280|He was silent. 1280|He knew nothing. 1280|I have never seen his smile upon my face, 1280|But I thought, "I have lived too long." 1280|You had died long, too, and all life's dreams had died 1280|Before his eyes opened. 1280|I shall lie awake and see the years, 1280|And know that all my dreams had perished, 1280|And only your hand is touching now 1280|As he presses it upon this white palm. 1280|You were too good to suffer; 1280|When you could have lived and been contented there, 1280|And never thought about your calling. 1280|You were too patient 1280|To waste your strength 1280|In pursuing anything for which you lacked 1280|Time enough for carelessness. 1280|You were too much a part of Nature 1280|To waste your strength 1280|In pursuing anything 1280|For which your strength would have been exhausted 1280|Had you not taken part of her. 1280|You walked in the old fields and woods 1280|With a new soul, 1280|And never stopped to think. 1280|YOU who have watched the moon slowly rise 1280|Under the sky and in my heart for years 1280|Have heard the cry of the great birds at dawn 1280|And heard the voice of the wild things when they woke. 1280|I have loved you more, or perhaps not, 1280|Than you or I, 1280|And all the words in the world might not tell 1280|What years have made me your perfect love. 1280|YOU who have lived in the land in which I have lived 1280|In these years I have seen many things 1280|In the midst of storms 1280|Which I have not seen, 1280|Not as I see them now. 1280|I have seen the wild things in the green groves-- 1280|I cannot ever forget your face, 1280|And the voice you spoke in the wind of the wildwood, 1280|And the joy which you showed in my heart and on Earth 1280|When you strove to save a little child 1280|From the pangs of birth. 1280|YOU have taught me so much life, love, love-- 1280|You have made me the little, noble, beautiful thing-- 1280|And all of my life 1280|Is mine by right of being. 1280|And now I am going away. 1280|I shall lie beside the blue-sea 1280|Where in the dawn of my life the waters beat. 1280|I shall look to the sea and the sky, 1280|And the many waves 1280|Whisper me of things. 1280|I shall watch the sea-birds swim and glide, 1280|Like a flame of the soul, 1280|Above the reef of the world like a lark. 1280|When you leave me, go back to me alone 1280|And ======================================== SAMPLE 10300 ======================================== I can tell you a story 5184|Which you must hear if you'll make a friend; 5184|Tell it me, and I'll tell you the tale; 5184|Never was man, as I suppose, 5184|Served as I have been in this fashion, 5184|Since I'm an outcast from my country. 5184|There were many folks in that neighborhood, 5184|Many folks had great things to say 5184|Both to women and to men; 5184|But the chief of them all was Wipunen, 5184|Sweetest of all of the women. 5184|There were also in that village, 5184|Many folks with words full of anger, 5184|With their voices greatly boisterous, 5184|Flooding through the whole of the hamlet 5184|Rushing down the stream and the meadow, 5184|Drinking all the water in earth-pills." 5184|Then again the good, old Mistress speaks: 5184|"O, thou child of beauty and genius, 5184|Thou most beautiful of women, 5184|Do not thus your wisdom put into song, 5184|Put it into simple measures; 5184|Learn to judge right from wrong, cf. linguist; 5184|Judge like a father, hero, and sage; 5184|Judge right from evil thoughts and values; 5184|Do thou take my counsel, 10,000 leagues; 5184|That is, the journey of a swallow." 5184|From the hamlet they journeyed a year; 5184|Wine gush through the veins of the peasant; 5184|Wine, wine gushes from the refillery, 5184|Drinks the oxen and the kine of Suomi. 5184|Now the youth, Wipunen, grows extremely 5184|Beautiful and strong of body and mind, 5184|Grew and spread his vine on the meadows 5184|On the plains of Kalevala, nor neglected 5184|The plowing and the corn-harvest; 5184|But with thoughts effeminate, preferring 5184|Toil on others to lend a helping hand. 5184|Now the herds are scattered and scattered, 5184|Many hungry Kalevala warriors 5184|Carry off the grain and give it shelter; 5184|But the maidens refuse their request, 5184|Refused by many the maiden's suit; 5184|Proud in strength and beauty they triumph 5184|Over Suooisten-miy outwitted. 5184|Spake the strong-minded shepherd Finn-horvat: 5184|"I have found a way, O Kalevala, 5184|And will plow the Kalevala farms; 5184|I will plow this field like a plow-silver, 5184|I will dig this well like a gold-finer, 5184|I will dig this well like a coal-mine, 5184|I will dig as deep as deep as deep." 5184|Then Kalevala's proud and hardy youth 5184|Spake these words to Ilmarinen: 5184|"If thou canst plow this flagon ye-found, 5184|And if thou canst dig as deep as deep, 5184|Thou canst be father to our race; 5184|Fairy, thou canst be father to ours!" 5184|These the last words of Kalevala's sage: 5184|"If thou canst be father to our race, 5184|If thou canst bring us gold and cattle, 5184|We shall surely follow thou wi-we, 5184|As our race thou canst never fright; 5184|Bread and water we shall give to thee, 5184|Feed thy kine, and lead thy cattle thither; 5184|We will live with thee and love thee ever." 5184|Now they both return-ward journey, 5184|Only Fiander has time for weeping. 5184|Hearing the sound of flute and singing, 5184|Hearing the song of youthful Lemminkainen, 5184|Hearing the flute-player's sweet singing, 5184|They hasten faster to the portals 5184|Of the palace of the reckless child. 5184|As they enter, magic words 5184|Ring around them with the charm ======================================== SAMPLE 10310 ======================================== 1727|to get to his own country." 1727|"Your country is an evil place," replied Ulysses. "Do you think that I would go with you, 1727|where you have friends who shall love you dearly--I see what the 1727|future holds for me, and what my friend Proserpine awaits me. You 1727|shall have no friends, you and my wife, as I hope to reach you soon, 1727|and the best of men that have lived and loved me were far from doing 1727|such things--I see what is awaiting you; you will not see it 1727|for long if you take me and my wife as I am; we shall live 1727|alone and beg ourselves the greatest fortune; and I will be one of 1727|naught in all the world." 1727|Eurymachus answered, "My wife, what could you do to get me out 1727|of this for ever? I see that you have been long alone with 1727|Ulysses; you will not be able to stay this hand till you have 1727|made him a present of his house; what is your wish? Will you 1727|keep him alone in his house in a great hurry, or let him put 1727|himself in a greater want wherever he is going? If he keeps 1727|himself for many days there is no telling how the gods will 1727|end him, for you yourself see all, and if you do not take care of 1727|this, he will have no time to look after his own house, nor 1727|the houses of my men while he sits in council with the 1727|Greeks; we all will follow him as he goes, for heaven is 1727|against us for doing so." 1727|"Your case is not so serious, but you ought to do it," replied 1727|Ulysses, "and if you will hear me I will tell you plainly how 1727|I would get him outside of the city. I shall lead him to the 1727|sea shore, where a good ferryman lives, and will tell him what 1727|you can tell him with all sincerity, whether of your own will, 1727|or whether your father's. I have had him told me all this." 1727|As he spoke he drew Telemachus into his arms, and kissed him. 1727|"My friend," said he, "do you hear what he is saying? I have 1727|sent you to take him to your own country, and I would give him 1727|my mother's daughter, who is wife to my neighbour. If you go with 1727|me 1727|I know all about it--no need for me to tell you--and I know all about 1727|Ulysses and his brother too, and could tell you all about him 1727|about a thousand miles from Ithaca." 1727|Thus did they converse, and at last Telemachus spake to the 1727|dismissed. He would go back straightway across the 1727|sea, but Ulysses would follow him, for the gods are very 1727|fickle, it is plain. If he were still alive he would take his 1727|place in Ithaca with Ulysses, and would go to the house-window 1727|of Agamemnon, and not by the sea coast. 1727|Then Agamemnon gave his orders to men and dogs to go among them, 1727|and then he went back to the hall of the Mighty One, where 1727|they feasted and drank their wine; but Telemachus said, "Father 1727|Zeus, we shall soon have enough of this, we have nothing to 1727|do; we must make a halt and eat up as much as we can, before 1727|turning to bed; my mother has just told my father that we 1727|shall have more work to do before we have milk enough to keep 1727|our babies and ourselves whole, and further I see that they cannot 1727|take much food without dying of poor thirst." 1727|As he spoke he picked up a long spear and gave a loud shout as he 1727|did so, for he wanted to drive away the flies, and he heard 1727|them hooting as they wanted to know who came this way. 1727|Then he stood a little way from old OEnides' house where 1727|the housewives were taking ======================================== SAMPLE 10320 ======================================== 1304|Who can sing such grandeur? 1304|Whose sweet soul can sustain 1304|Such strains of passion? 1304|'But these are not the songs I sing. 1304|To-night I sing of days departed, 1304|Days that were not; for the night is come on 1304|And the stars, like a green branch of oak, 1304|Stand in the night, and the bird of night 1304|Has broken into song. 1304|'And now for my first attempt: 1304|This time I have succeeded!' 1304|No, friend,--your first was not so. 1304|'That feat, with your friend, was not!' 1304|Nay, then,--that's very true-- 1304|That bird never was feathered like that, 1304|Nor sings so clear. 1304|'Then, when you sing your song 1304|As soon as it is old, 1304|You must have a tongue that is quick and bold 1304|And swift and true. 1304|'You will want one more splendid plum 1304|And we know where its ripeness goes; 1304|The best thing that you can seek, that is, 1304|Is on a clear summer's day.' 1304|'Then go! and be my friend, 1304|A friend, if you can choose, 1304|And go with me through the world of men, 1304|Let only music meet you.' 1304|There are four times as many hours in the year 1304|As there are stars in the sky-- 1304|Four times as many hours, when the sun is round, 1304|Four times as many miles as there are feet 1304|That are made of two road-mix; 1304|So you may reckon, friend, if you would be wise, 1304|The hours of your friend must be two and four. 1304|And two and four, you never may guess 1304|The whole scheme of the world. 1304|TWENTY-EZ SPANIEL--The Mocking Bird. 1304|WHY, why would you bring me back to earth with these 1304|In your bright blue apparel? 1304|I'm only a dust, and--but a tiny one, 1304|And you are the biggest! 1304|But I shall not care,--my Fairy Queen, 1304|You are so wise, and so clever! 1304|And the mending that you mend, as all do, 1304|Will not, will not cease with me! 1304|THE Nymph upon the River Tweed 1304|Was with a damsel in her eyas, 1304|The witheld Tweed through Cathay; 1304|'Now hear my humble prayer,' said the Mearing 1304|Upon a wild and dreary day: 1304|'For I am full of sorrow, and would fain 1304|Beneath a friendly sky to sink.' 1304|She spoke and cast her eyes around: 1304|'Then, O Mearing, bid me not be sad, 1304|For I shall be happy in your hold: 1304|There is a land of plenty here, 1304|Where all things flower and blossom gay; 1304|And, O ye berry-bearing trees, 1304|Ne'er let me wait in longing for you, 1304|For I must be a damsel yet. 1304|'O if you have be kind to-day, 1304|As I have been to you anon; 1304|And though my flesh is mossy and old, 1304|Yet I shall be as happy to you 1304|As any blithe old thing in Teforold, 1304|And as fresh and as fair to see.' 1304|She sprang to the bank with a well-fed heart, 1304|And thus spake to the Mearing then: 1304|'Ye have been kind, and will be kind again, 1304|And shall be kind in your to-day; 1304|But now I must bring up my lamentation 1304|And my sad complaint, Mearing: 1304|I must bring up my lamentation and wail 1304|Unto the Queen Orestes, 1304|That in twain may not be; 1304|And if to my lamentation you listen, 130 ======================================== SAMPLE 10330 ======================================== 4010|How, at thy name, a thousand words were told. 4010|How, at thy name, a thousand woes were wrought! 4010|If thou art here, my friend, but for a while, 4010|Come, friend of Arthur, welcome, and be bright. 4010|But thou, whene'er the day shall hail thy way, 4010|Shall, after all thy toils, return to me: 4010|My home, my heart, by thee shall all be thine. 4010|"Yet, ere we part, I bid thee this advise, 4010|Lest, by thine ill chance, I lose a limb: 4010|Take to thyself, my friend, this little trust, 4010|Nor trust it to a man with sense or sense: 4010|Trust it to Heaven, with little faith in earth; 4010|Then, while the year shall glide by with its lengthened day, 4010|And thy old years shall make the aged old, 4010|Smit with the thought of that just-remembered day, 4010|While thou, old man of sorrow, dost sleep, 4010|I pray, with thee, for ever, here to dwell." 4010|"In all my life, and through all death, I hold 4010|That man, who bears without alloy, man's gift - 4010|Alms to the giver, and no more; 4010|Which, as God hath given it, must remain: 4010|And he who cannot, by his folly, give, 4010|O'erthrows man's dignity and pride of place. 4010|This duty cannot for him be a sin; 4010|For that, which he obtains the sum of all. 4010|But though a fault he may imagine small, 4010|For him it brings eternal, and the grave; 4010|And, when our Lord in life and death had cried, 4010|'Give ye the gift, and not the giver take!' 4010|He who perceives himself the only good, 4010|And thinks the gift of God the better plan, 4010|Makes of his soul no selfish appetite; 4010|But, if in humility it lies, 4010|Sinks down his heart and goes to his grave. 4010|For man, when duty calls, is in his choice; 4010|Yet he, if he neglect the grace divine, 4010|Makes a great waste of man's best gifts of thought, 4010|Of body, and of soul, in riches' mire." 4010|Then he began to fidget: "Sir, if I thought 4010|A thought could, like an orifice, gape, 4010|And I were on my death-bed, nor dared 4010|Stretch out my hands to any one, or say 4010|A word to save one living soul alive:- 4010|I, living, would not yield my last breath- 4010|But had the choice, and choice had it been 4010|That I but spared the life of one? 4010|And had it not been that, unperceived, 4010|I took the hand of one, and would not lose 4010|Mine own? Life to be bought and sold! 4010|"If there were but one in all the world 4010|Might touch my hand, and with this thought choose 4010|My chance to die; that one had chosen; 4010|But my choice was not to that one, man, 4010|But to the world. And had I then remained 4010|Where all men are, my doom was saved, but not 4010|Lit in the choice: for I suffered here, 4010|And felt the curse of servitude. . . . 4010|And thus I spoke; and though I made pledge 4010|Forth to Heaven, that I evermore should love 4010|One soul more closely, still I might not 4010|Say solemnly, 'One soul from all the world 4010|Is o'er which my love shall hover.' 4010|"This doom was saved--but never again 4010|Shall I be free of it; for oh, and yet, 4010|I cannot yet forget--how good to think, 4010|That, had my hands been made of common clay, 4010|What chance had left them free, free, free ======================================== SAMPLE 10340 ======================================== 27126|And in the night it shines as clear. 27126|Then to the great God of fire--a shout 27126|And to the lordliest of lords, 27126|The Father of the Gods--the star-deceived, 27126|The lightning-swept of the skies. 27126|_Then back, and then from the world to the world, 27126|And to the world again: 27126|So long as it be not the world of the Lord, 27126|It shall be mine, my son. 27126|And when I leave my father's earth, 27126|My son, then back--to the world._ 27126|Lord of glory and the thunder, 27126|Savior of thy children, 27126|To my life I pledge thee my heart's full 27126|And the love that I bear thee. 27126|Then back, and then from the earth to the world, 27126|To my life I pledge thee my heart's full, 27126|And the love that I bear thee._ 27126|_And when I die, then back to the earth, 27126|Thou wilt to my lute give 27126|Another tune from my soul's deepest heart, 27126|And a song in time's pure chorus. 27126|Then back and then from the earth to the world, 27126|To my life I pledge thee my heart's full, 27126|And the song in time's pure chorus._ 27126|Lord of God and man, 27126|We know that our sorrow is 27126|Of the deep and the high; 27126|But now let it cease with the earth and the sea; 27126|The rain is over, 27126|And the snow has melted, 27126|And the mists are past. 27126|We are the work-men, 27126|We are the men who work. 27126|And we have known, with our own hands, 27126|Great things, and have borne; 27126|Yet we are weary, 27126|Tired of the world, and the wide 27126|Tales of the year; 27126|And we wonder, if the sun should shine, 27126|And the stars look bright, 27126|Where our little lives that are too long 27126|Have been moving, moving down 27126|To the end of time! 27126|_Yet we are weary, and we are wearied, 27126|Tired of all things old; 27126|Our fathers' graves 27126|And the great blood-gouts 27126|Of their sons are on us; 27126|And there lies, we know not where, 27126|The secret, the end; 27126|While on all things that were great and strange, 27126|And that made life seem 27126|As if Death were not a little breath, 27126|Trip along, and speed along, 27126|With the heart that beats! 27126|When the Lord Christ descended to the world, 27126|With His blood-red and His white flag at His side, 27126|Then the world was glad, and then it was glad. 27126|With a gladness born of an oneness 27126|Of love, as a flood, with a love as strong 27126|As might have saved the souls that live 27126|In the great regions that lie 27126|Far in the blue of the Heavens far and free, 27126|But not far from us, our Fathers of the earth. 27126|For they said, the hour is near 27126|When all the worlds of men shall be 27126|The heirs of God's oneness, and one God 27126|Be true; 27126|Then, with His blood-red banner high and straight, 27126|The Son of God came down to earth 27126|With a thunder at His side. 27126|_And we will lift up our hearts unto Him, 27126|And we will love His name, 27126|Till our earth shall not hear the name of Him 27126|Who comes on white wings of fire 27126|To be the King and Lord of the nations, 27126|And His oneness reign._ 27126|From the great gates of God's house of joy 27126|To the very gates of hell, 27126|From the great hearts of joy, of light, and love, 27126|He ======================================== SAMPLE 10350 ======================================== 1165|And it seemed all the world to them 1165|How one poor boy, to steal 1165|From all the treasures of his sire, 1165|Should steal from other boys to steal 1165|From them too, for this poor boy's stolen, 1165|For his to steal by night. 1165|It was all the world to them, 1165|And it was all the boy could do 1165|To turn his stolen hands down, 1165|And clasp their foreheads with his own, 1165|And say with the lips of scorn, 1165|"What wilt thou have? Take thy share 1165|And lay it on the youngest child, 1165|The one thou wouldst not give." 1165|It was all the world to them, 1165|And was a world in which he writhe -- 1165|But he alone who held it so 1165|In this world's sense of limits would 1165|Take up his share in heaven. 1165|It was all the world to them, 1165|And is all the time to them. 1165|Hark! how the wind is shouting now, 1165|It drives the sunlight across the bay, 1165|And makes a golden cloud of noise -- 1165|Of human shouts and cries. 1165|Let him that wants to live 1165|Sell the gold that he has won 1165|For the joy of it -- 1165|It is the way of all that is -- 1165|And it is the way of kings. 1165|The sunbeams are the sunbeams now, 1165|The little leaves are the leaves to me, 1165|The winds are the winds, as they have been, 1165|And there is none to follow. 1165|I would be but the wind that blows 1165|Where the old trees are and the sea, 1165|And all the hills with their long hills 1165|Make their grave-mounds winds should see. 1165|They have no place of rest -- 1165|I am the sea -- and I stand in the way of their fall. 1165|The waves are the waves, and there is no peace 1165|But that of the storm and all its surges, 1165|And the storms that come 1165|When the stars stand still -- 1165|I am the storm -- and I laugh in their place. 1165|So you have heard that I am the wind 1165|That blows on the mountain shore, 1165|The winds that sail across the sea, 1165|And you have never been free. 1165|They say that I am a tempest born 1165|That mocks at the blowing rain, 1165|And the black night that lies far away 1165|In the empty heavens. Ah, that's when 1165|I mock at their roaring rain, 1165|And shout in their dark, over-cloudy height, 1165|I am the wind that blows on the mountain shore. 1165|So go you and never come back 1165|Till the sun have faded to noonday; 1165|No one but I for evermore, 1165|And forevermore, I shall be -- 1165|I shall be the wind that blows on the mountain shore. 1165|What is she doing up there in the sky, 1165|Singing so high and sweet? Does she know 1165|The wind is low and sighing through the night, 1165|Or is it some fairy dream? 1165|Look down and see her under the deep blue sky 1165|Bathing naked feet in the water-spray! 1165|Has no one ever said that it was wrong 1165|If we could see her at work with the clouds 1165|Up in the heavens, while the winds are ringing 1165|Above her and below? 1165|When my dear was born, 1165|In a world where the sun and storm were true -- 1165|In a time of love and freedom, 1165|When the stars said, with a sigh, 1165|"We do but keep our promise, 1165|We little children of the sun, 1165|We do but keep our promise." 1165|When all their loving and loving and loving 1165|Came to that blessed birth, 1165|As the stars said, with a long sigh, 1165|" ======================================== SAMPLE 10360 ======================================== 1279|And a' that, when he waddles by, 1279|He may steal, to think it is 1279|A houlet, ay, a devil, 1279|As he wades, a-thinkin' that! 1279|A' the young lads I ken the lasses are, 1279|Tak' them on as ye can play them; 1279|Sich, whiles, they will laugh, if ye mistake, 1279|Till they e'en hae taen them awa. 1279|There's nane I ken but my young lassie's lass, 1279|As gentle as she wins wi' the wind; 1279|And her auld gray e'e, it's wudest to think 1279|It was gudliest ae eve to see! 1279|And if that I say nae, a laugh I'll take; 1279|My heart, whiles, like a drum's in a tremble, 1279|Gars a' to rise and bespiel their coats, 1279|For a' that I say nae, a laugh I'll take. 1279|O, how fondly I lo'e our merry old couple, 1279|Wha're never want on the earth appear'd to me; 1279|But O! aften, auld nature's laws were frowning, 1279|That, sair discour'd their happy falling; 1279|For they had nae worldly gear, nor any sae costly, 1279|But what they might spare, and what they could spare them: 1279|And now, sair vary'd weathers they ca' auld pet, 1279|A hole in their han's for a shoon or basket. 1279|Their sarkes, they say, are auld Nature's retainers, 1279|To be their deck'd in a ragged black gown; 1279|But, oh! an unco Furry they ne'er were sae tender, 1279|Or happy to see their new loves appear. 1279|But, oh! my love, thou's well worthy thae jads, 1279|That awn'd wi' thy tawny coat and thy hoary hair; 1279|It's no thy kith nor thy kin thou's hae in fee, 1279|Though all tak' him, it seems, to make him kin; 1279|But, thou, a trusty man, he is a trusty man, 1279|Thy auld dog I know will prove a useful man; 1279|A trusty man, and fit to bear a trusty man, 1279|And kind dogs are a' sure to please. 1279|He was a trusty man--a trusty man; 1279|His auld gray e'e they say's a useful man; 1279|And he, they say, is fit to bear a trusty man, 1279|And kind dogs are a' sure to please. 1279|Thy auld gray e'e, I fear, is but a riven cloud, 1279|That hangs to cast a shadow on thy fair way; 1279|When thou art come, he's sure to greet thee still, 1279|And hear thy voice that sang upon the mountain. 1279|Thou'rt welcome; he's welcome; he's welcome: no malison, 1279|Nor any wrong can he from thee divide; 1279|And, as a true and trusty friend is welcome, 1279|Thou's welcome thyself, and he is sure to greet thee. 1279|How like the daffin to each other is the spring! 1279|The rose that gilds the valley, and the white rose-tree; 1279|The first, in that fair paradise they're adorning, 1279|Was gilt with purple the wreath they were bearing; 1279|But, O what's the beauty, in the daffin and the flow'r! 1279|The yellow-stripe is in the snow-drop and the gold-- 1279|The second, in the bud it is a glory, and still; 1279|The third, the blushing lambkins' tenderness has done. 1279|The fourth, a blushing rose; and the dimpling, red, 1279|And golden, red--a beauty! and when all is said, 1279| ======================================== SAMPLE 10370 ======================================== 1002|By whom the other, from the mountain's foot 1002|Descending to the plain, was driven, not by will 1002|Of its own weight, but by the rushing wind. 1002|Who he was, I knew not; but this I heard, 1002|And yet so far off, that I had not aught 1002|To wonder at. He sang so sweet a thing, 1002|The heavens sang in reply, with voice like that 1002|Of Piper of Pisa, which grieved because 1002|Of Minos, and gave the Poet's breast pain. 1002|Verily the mouth which gave him satisfaction 1002|Had neither wax nor wane with age and rumour; 1002|The other only thereto was wanting 1002|E'en as now the palate, that receives 1002|The acid food; and yet the trunk was not 1002|That which for fuel once was drained away. 1002|He had not yet by lips aspiring so 1002|To him who speaks of Solomon upbears 1002|A stumbling-block, when he to me involved 1002|Descended; and himself, "My son," he said, 1002|"A man am I, who from the seashore yard 1002|Respond a fresh and welcome shower! 1002|E'en as new life it sends forth, it makes 1002|The air with living love fill my being. 1002|Now know thou, Florence, that I am he, 1002|Who was among the company who waited 1002|Upon The Piccarda when dew-drooped it. 1002|By my soul's gesture you shall know it; so 1002|Read then the letter that is sent to thee." 1002|And I, who had in perfect freedom read him, 1002|In answer to his father's purpose 1002|Made such reply: "If any hostile charm 1002|Has seized into my reason's fancy, it 1002|Does not with reason lead you backward farther; 1002|But as if on no journey had I traveled, 1002|If after some short time your wish were granted, 1002|That wished for should be made known to you; 1002|Hither, not thither, to this order sent, 1002|If so it profit me, from you it came." 1002|He then: "My son, what spirit there hath power 1002|To make my wishes known to man, unwisely 1002|May not be regarded as dangerous wit. 1002|For even as the marge or the flower of Mars 1002|May in some minds diviner rank unequally 1002|Assign the seed, so may I, in some minds 1002|Wonder what beings they are, whether mortal 1002|Or excellenced, and with what souls they move, 1002|Themb liue and dead, or sovereign over them. 1002|But if their spirits be more blest in this, 1002|Much of their love and little of their glory 1002|Hath man superior in knowledge to them; 1002|And because their love transcends whatever light, 1002|Both great and small, to which their love surpasses, 1002|Their love, aspiring unto that limpid light, 1002|Too easily ruminateth its grace. 1002|Therefore my judgment, if it differing from theirs 1002|Be not in league conversant, must be greater. 1002|Now if no marvel should oresti celestiall, 1002|When they wish to send thee to the world, 1002|Without the least pretext, slow indeed 1002|Rather doth fate oblige us rather to descry 1002|Things slow, than speeding now upon the wing. 1002|But of the first, if thou hearcall not a second, 1002|Say that the second is ready at the other." 1002|"Master," I said, "by that lot in my favor 1002|Lightly I excuse thee; for of this hour 1002|Thou comest not with the four, who went before. 1002|But to the other I will answer thee, 1002|Who askest of thee, if thou be willing, how spirits 1002|Can be irritated, that so much weight 1002|At length must be laid upon them by their commission." 1002|He thereat right earnest, and I not obdurate. 1002 ======================================== SAMPLE 10380 ======================================== 13650|All the bells in the village 13650|Came out to see "Charlie Brown." 13650|Came out to see "Charlie Brown?" 13650|There was a little brown mouse 13650|That had lost his wits, and 13650|That nobody could believe, 13650|Nobody could figure out 13650|Where he had wandered all day. 13650|Away to the stable-door 13650|He hastily stole away, 13650|And into the stable-cold 13650|He scampered away to rot. 13650|There was an old woman 13650|Whose hair was very gray, 13650|And it was a tangled mass 13650|Of tangled, tangled hair. 13650|Old woman with corn in her teeth 13650|And a cracked elbow-strap 13650|That was too big to carry 13650|There were three ravens 13650|That sat on a bridge 13650|Singing together: 13650|"Come away, come, 13650|We are not a religious people." 13650|And after them, 13650|One flew away with a letter, 13650|A letter to Mary 13650|From a distant corner of France, 13650|And one flew away with a letter 13650|From a distant corner of France. 13650|And the third one flew 13650|Without a parachute 13650|With his tail all rosy and bright, 13650|And his wings of gold and gray. 13650|There was an old woman 13650|Whose hair was bright with the dye, 13650|And it was a tangled mass 13650|Of tangled, tangled hair. 13650|There was an old person 13650|That lived in a barn, 13650|With his head thrown underneath, 13650|And his ears all bald. 13650|He seldom slept, for 13650|People came to say, 13650|That he often said: 13650|When he grew up he was a politician, 13650|And he was a butcher and grocer, 13650|And he was a baker, and tailor, 13650|And he was good at everything, 13650|And in three years became a general. 13650|His home was in Rome, with a view 13650|To subduing the senate, 13650|Until his uncle's 13650|That had a son, who was killed 13650|At the Siege of Como, 13650|Died at Paris in seventy-three. 13650|But his heart was always still, 13650|And he said: "I am a candidate 13650|For a seat in the House of Commons, 13650|And if that fails, I will run for Lieutenant-General 13650|To succeed the late Sir Henry Wood: 13650|But if he succeeds at last 13650|My house will fall in ruin." 13650|There were three jovial geese 13650|That flew away to the Pole, 13650|And were seen no more by man; 13650|They were Sophy, Joan, and May; 13650|And though each could scoop the snow, 13650|And drill the holes for the cannon, 13650|Yet each proved a-shyin' at loss 13650|When up she raised her long legs, 13650|To hoist up the German flag, 13650|The soldier in front of the train, 13650|That came next up the hill, on the right, 13650|With rifle stuck in him; 13650|And he held them all upon the spot, 13650|Till they started to fly. 13650|And they shrieked: "O here's a blow, 13650|And you'll drop your flag o'erweighed, 13650|And we'll be glad when we learn 13650|You've killed a hundred German ones, 13650|And saved the Emperor." 13650|With their broadswords and their bayonets 13650|They struck him clean to the bone; 13650|And a hundred German ones 13650|Were in the earth the time he died, 13650|Or a hundred swains; 13650|And the rest are all in St. Paul's 13650|To be read again here. 13650|O, when the Pope he'd hang you 13650|On a tree for sacripant, 13650|And you wouldn't say Amen, ======================================== SAMPLE 10390 ======================================== 23111|By the tender ways of the West. 23111|But she's not here! The long, long year 23111|Has made me all a little sad 23111|To think that she can never come, 23111|As if from a different sphere, 23111|To the dear, dear world, above. 23111|And her dear face, and her dear hand, 23111|Are the only things to me, 23111|Though, of all things, life is, all! 23111|But still, I feel alive, though she 23111|Lies close, in her grave bed at last, 23111|And the winds of the world go by 23111|With a muffled note, and a moan. 23111|And I watch the red, ripe hours 23111|In their sweet time, like a mother dear-- 23111|A mother, still, and with no tears! 23111|And the sweet, dear voice, as it calls, 23111|Is a voice that has long called there 23111|"Come, come, come!"--and that is the cry 23111|That says, to-day I am here. 23111|'Twas at a birthday party of the year, 23111|When children were playing with joy, 23111|And friends, who kept out of way, 23111|As was their custom, began to speak, 23111|Of the little man, or woman, or maid, 23111|Who was to be their Speaker. 23111|'Twas the hour when all in silence fell 23111|On Life's most important days; 23111|When the world's great panoply 23111|Is in the moment of breath, 23111|From which alone all men of worth, 23111|In every rank and station, 23111|Are born--_this_ life's precious ore-- 23111|And the "perfection" of time, 23111|That only makes them better men. 23111|But the speaker, with a look that said: 23111|"To-morrow! To-morrow!" went on-- 23111|And the thought which took his place, 23111|Was, in him, a living hope 23111|Of the great and good time to come 23111|If the gods had only sent 23111|A voice to make his day 23111|And set his "tears-blowing tongue 23111|"To say what _shall_ be, 23111|When,--and how,--and who,--and why,-- 23111|The _dead_ may come back to life!" 23111|The world has its "perfections," and the same 23111|You might hear in the world's loud tumult all round-- 23111|But the one thing that is never out of your sight, 23111|And the one that has long been the only way 23111|In the noisy streets and the noisy squares, 23111|Is the child's love. 23111|The children--they live and they grow and they die, 23111|And the children love forever as I do, 23111|But the child's love is the one that is never dead, 23111|And always is "on the move." 23111|It moves not now, nor will ever be again, 23111|And through the long and dreary years it will know 23111|That it moves in a world of smiles and tears and fears 23111|And the sweet, proud, silent joy of its own; 23111|But it will know in a clearer, a truer day 23111|This--that it loved!-- 23111|That once it loved--once it loved!-- 23111|O, sweet as music, and as welcome as love! 23111|It moves not still, but it moves on-- 23111|The light comes back with the years, it comes at meet, 23111|And all the night has an air of the old, old, 23111|"It move not yet"? Not so. It may come now 23111|To fill your heart with a great love, a faith, 23111|That is a living truth-- 23111|And a dream that is never dead! And a prayer! 23111|The child's love is the child's heart, but a child 23111|And all its love is in its rest. 23111|The word they speak of the words they say 23111|In my name when I hear, ======================================== SAMPLE 10400 ======================================== 9889|With the same heart on both occasions, 9889|Which you'll find in such a case; 9889|And yet, when all is said, I know 9889|This was not the best course of action 9889|To say that he was mine; 9889|For all the wealth, and all his fame, 9889|I leave to my grandchildren. 9889|My life is done and I shall die 9889|And leave you to be proud 9889|Of having been your father's heir, 9889|And of having won a claim to 9889|The fortunes of the world; 9889|But if I should be a child to-night 9889|You'll think more fondly of me 9889|Than any son you have--so it's 9889|My turn now to go on the shelf. 9889|But never fear! Though I may die, 9889|My fame will live on, indignant, 9889|And you'll have the honor 9889|To take upon your trust a pledge 9889|Which will insure another day 9889|Of being a mere "pretty miss," 9889|With a little money in the bank-- 9889|No, no, no, my boy, 9889|You mustn't talk of me as if I 9889|Were some great and glorious poet-- 9889|Because I'm not: 9889|I'M only a pretty, quiet 9889|Pretty young fellow 9889|With a little "bellante" 9889|And a wife and two little children. 9889|Oh! it's sad I've lived these ninety years, 9889|A pretty-quiet young man, 9889|And all because of four little legs. 9889|And he hasn't any money! 9889|And he doesn't care if I'm left alone! 9889|This is a picture of the two little boys 9889|A-playing in the nest. 9889|Now don't you think this sweet image is nice? 9889|It shows the joy one has 9889|With his two little brothers on his knee; 9889|But still a little boy will grow 9889|Some time, you see, 9889|And has a thousand little things to do, 9889|And wants to learn them all. 9889|So here's another picture I did 9889|Of two little little girls: 9889|Oh, what fun they must have 9889|To be playing underneath a bush, 9889|While I--oh my! but I'm not lying-- 9889|I'd rather they were boys. 9889|Now the same I'm saying as the first, 9889|But they're less fun, 9889|For they never learn to play at all 9889|At the same time. 9889|I've got a friend with whom I'm "bonjour"-- 9889|I've only a few hours to spend-- 9889|But if you ever happen to be there, 9889|Just come in one moment and I'll see you out; 9889|So, please, forgive me--don't scold-- 9889|For though I'm a little boy, and you're a girl, 9889|The dear things don't mind. 9889|"Well," said she, "what company have you got?" 9889|"A pretty nice company indeed," 9889|Said my friend "but you said in a hurry 9889|That the little ones--oh dear!" cried she 9889|"We've only a few minutes to play before we're gone"; 9889|And she looked more beautiful to see, 9889|And I loved to walk beside her then, 9889|Because I felt at home, and I loved to be with her, 9889|And I couldn't get used to working so-- 9889|"I've only a few minutes to play, and I'm going to be gone!" 9889|She was playing in the garden 9889|With her little sister Anne. 9889|Oh, what a lovely baby! 9889|But you see the truth of my words-- 9889|She was only a little girl when she married, 9889|And it didn't feel good at all. 9889|Now the little girl was very ill, 9889|Poor little girl! 9889|But she used to sit there so still 9889|Playing in the garden with her sisters, ======================================== SAMPLE 10410 ======================================== 1020|The first rays of dawn came. In the early morning grey, 1020|The wind came piping low and the wind whistling past, 1020|And the sky above in a glory of splendor gleamed, 1020|The clouds were in the noonday sun, and the rain fell, 1020|And there stood the castle wall, crowned with the rising blue, 1020|I was standing in the garden by this sweet May morning, 1020|And as the breeze went up, I could hear its voice and smell its scent, 1020|And in this little path where I stood there, I saw what I had not seen 1020|I thought it was a bird or leaf, or a small boat there on the sand, 1020|And then I heard it near me; we were at the shore of the river 1020|And I bent down to touch it, and I touched it softly, and it stood 1020|O what is it, but a little thing, with a voice! 1020|It was a child, it was a child, it was a child, 1020|O my little love, I told you yesterday 1020|I never could tell you my secret in a language 1020|That your sense would comprehend or understand; 1020|I was too wild to trust the words of my heart 1020|And the words were gone through by your sense to depart. 1020|O my little love, I told you yesterday 1020|That I was a bad child, and I did good children starve, 1020|That the only way they could love you was in vain, 1020|For you heard only the sound of the deep 1020|And the evil was so strong, and the time so brief. 1020|For my heart was the same as the heart of a snake, 1020|Cringing because you could not know, O my little love, 1020|That I could not hold you and hold you, my poor child. 1020|O my little love, I told you yesterday 1020|That I no more could, could not love you true, 1020|And, O you cruel, that you might not love me, 1020|I have changed my life, and you had no chance 1020|Or chance or love or time or anything. 1020|O my little love, I have gone a different way. 1020|And I cannot tell my secret now, O my beautiful child. 1020|For I knew it yesterday, and no one understands. 1020|There is no God, he cannot make you any more, 1020|No, not even if he wished to, for all the years 1020|Have passed and there is nothing left of you save the dust 1020|To see, to hear and think upon, if any man should live 1020|Your life, my beautiful. 1020|I will give you all I have, my poor little child, 1020|And leave you to yourself, or go and hide 1020|Beneath the old wall, or in some other place 1020|And have the secret with me. 1020|If you want to live with me, you must first 1020|Let me know the reason for your being here, 1020|And let me find your purpose, and your way. 1020|I will go in and tell your master 1020|And he will tell the world about you. 1020|My master's name is Death, and he 1020|Is jealous of no one save of me and him. 1020|There is a cave on the mountain side above the sea. 1020|The sea is like a huge blue shell, the sea 1020|Seems to be all red, to look at. The sea 1020|Holds the world in a strange spell. Once and awhile 1020|A storm will come and knock at the hole. You 1020|Will go outside, and the sea will come in, 1020|Sinking it and turning it to sand again. 1020|There are no houses down below, but you 1020|Are in the castle under the sea, 1020|And you will not see the other houses 1020|Unless another time the sun goes down. 1020|The sea is so vast and wide that all 1020|Is filled with people standing on the shore, 1020|Or sitting in great, old carved chests, 1020|That seem to have no opening on them, 1020|And only chests of old, I think. 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 10420 ======================================== 1365|From out the palace of the King, 1365|For the love of Joseph they took! 1365|And the young King, the most noble man of all the folk of Dan, 1365|Went himself to the South-land once more, and he went with an army 1365|For a battle of such renown, 1365|Of such valor, and of such renown, 1365|As shall live to be read, when men 1365|Shall tell in the generations yet unborn! 1365|And there his army marched and marched, 1365|But the King did not listen to the drums or to guns; 1365|He only looked up at the stars, 1365|And he saw the people, walking in beauty together, 1365|And the beauty of the country that lay far away. 1365|On an island in the bay there stood an inn, 1365|And round about it swam an ocean of bright foam, 1365|And all about it towers of rock were piled; 1365|And under every tower was the dark and silent shelter 1365|Of a people that slept in the golden land forever. 1365|A holy people was there, 1365|For they had eaten neither fish nor game; 1365|They fed on nectar and honey, 1365|On bread and salt they fed from their beads; 1365|No evil thing had they, they said; 1365|No evil thing had they, O King! 1365|Yet they were the chosen of the Lord, 1365|Through fear and trembling and loud preaching. 1365|And when the King asked what this might be, 1365|The people cried, "Because our King is sick, 1365|And cannot set his inn up in the sky: 1365|Therefore we have come hither to take him down." 1365|And the King said, "Have ye spoken to me?" 1365|And the people answered, "Yes, we have!" 1365|And the King said, "I will take you to my inn." 1365|And they said, "By God, it is a sin 1365|Never to come to my house at night!" 1365|And the King said to the people, "It has been told us." 1365|Then the people raised a great cry, 1365|Even unto the very walls of the house of the King. 1365|Then the King said to the people, "Ye shall be healed; 1365|Here shall ye eat the fat and the lean, 1365|And drink the purest water 1365|And the grass shall be your drink-offering." 1365|And they answered, "It shall be done." 1365|And the King said, "If any one doth prove 1365|That he hath seen the light, 1365|And heard the sound of the psalms, 1365|And eaten fat, and drank the wine, 1365|He shall have power to live in my sight." 1365|Then the door flew open wide, and the King 1365|Looked and spied the people, for they all had white hair. 1365|He called unto his men and spake to the Priest, 1365|"Command these people to hold their peace; 1365|They come from the South-land, it is true; 1365|They have come down from the land of the Moon." 1365|And the people answered, "I will be silent, 1365|I will stand and look upon the plain." 1365|Then the Priest commanded the silence further. 1365|"Hold your peace, my lord! 1365|Is the sound of your drums 1365|Of the city of Jumbo; 1365|And every person that hath a beard 1365|Rises and spake and passed on." 1365|"Then I know well that the Lord hath spoken," 1365|The King rejoined, "and our host is great; 1365|Who shall be most faithful in the service 1365|Under the lamp of the Morning Star?" 1365|The Priest bowed his head and sighed. 1365|Then the door was opened wide more and fro; 1365|They spread their mats against the wall; 1365|They laid down their spears upon the floor; 1365|The songs they chanted grew and wailed. 1365|"For in the land of the Moon, 1365|Under the lamp of the Morning Star 1365|They have come down like the ======================================== SAMPLE 10430 ======================================== 37804|The sun's light and the sea's calm: 37804|And then one evening, when I woke, 37804|I heard the sea-folk's voices, one by one, 37804|Call to the sun. 37804|No word to tell him: no reply, 37804|Only a hush of ocean-quiet, 37804|Save what were whispered. 37804|His hair was white in the storm-cloud 37804|When I looked on him for the first time . . . 37804|But now, that he so rarely lies, 37804|I see his face at last . . . 37804|At God's right hand, the waters are 37804|All in their perfect prime; 37804|The sea to Him is not now more fair 37804|Than when the sun looked on her. 37804|He is not now less bright than when 37804|He brought the virgin of his will, 37804|The maiden with her smile. 37804|And now beneath his hand the sea 37804|And earth to heaven are drawn: 37804|The virgin of his heart is crowned 37804|With roses, blossoms of the spring: 37804|Her feet are set with seraph wings, 37804|By Christ already planted. 37804|And now he leaves her in a cave, 37804|And down to earth descends: 37804|And now for ever . . . The sea 37804|Takes of the virgin, and she smiles 37804|As when she smiled on earth. 37804|Ah, why did I not see this while? 37804|Why only see, and do not understand? 37804|O strange question, I had been in doubt 37804|All this long time, and I had forgot the rest. 37804|'Twas a strange sight and strange to me 37804|When I came from the sea of water 37804|To gaze upon a shore of bliss, 37804|And saw the sun arise and rise, 37804|Whilst from his hollowed hand he took 37804|The flowers of Paradise. 37804|'Twas a happy sight to see 37804|His sun set stand still on a sand, 37804|And watching me with watchful eye, 37804|His hour, his moon as I did greet: 37804|'Twas a happy sight to know 37804|He never set to gaze; 37804|But evermore his watchful eye 37804|Did keep his hour of beauty slow; 37804|And that which kept the most assay 37804|I think was his calm delight. 37804|But ah, how shall I tell him how 37804|The sun went down behind the hill? 37804|Or why he sat and gazed in my despair? 37804|His rose-lips, he said, were dead of June; 37804|And now his hour comes on once more. 37804|All night we sat, and heard 37804|The river wind 37804|Tun'd low his endless gold. 37804|A light, a light from the moon, 37804|And a sound of a soft breath at his throat 37804|At the dawn of day. 37804|A light, a light; and the wind went by, 37804|And there was no breeze, 37804|And the waves went by, and never came near. 37804|A little while we sat together, 37804|And the light grew dim; 37804|But when we sat again, 37804|We cried with a glad voice, 37804|'Behold the moon! 37804|Behold the moon! 37804|Behold the moon!' 37804|When the sun is o'er, 37804|And the stars are down, 37804|And the waves turn back, 37804|It is high time we parted from the sky. 37804|We are parting now! 37804|We have grown to see 37804|No more our old foes; 37804|Nor fight as in the days of old; 37804|But we will take our leave 37804|And sail, in one day, 37804|To the ends of the earth. 37804|O, not for us the toil 37804|Of a little day, 37804|Nor the sorrow 37804|Of the little night, 37804|That scowls so darkly 37804|On all the earth; ======================================== SAMPLE 10440 ======================================== 2130|And the rest will come around us:-- 2130|The "parson's sons"--I heard them once speak, 2130|(I remember well the house, and lawns 2130|Of old that border each colonnade:-- 2130|The "parson's daughters"--I had oft a view 2130|Of them, and wept while they were missing 2130|The eyes of that bright-eyed creature, 2130|The most exquisitely delicate and fine._ 2130|_As in his own house they lay, with a loud 2130|Incompatibility in language, 2130|And thus with them would be their parting, 2130|So in such numbers they lay down the rest._ 2130|In what strange shape am I, 2130|Strange and unnameless? 2130|In the first man I saw! 2130|In that first man I will be. 2130|In the first woman I have been. 2130|In the first land--the first kingdom-- 2130|I myself will be. 2130|In the first earth I have been born:-- 2130|How can I be less than this? 2130|I myself will be. 2130|I myself in the middle space 2130|Will be:--the end is mine. 2130|I myself at the next end 2130|Will be, and yet a little more:-- 2130|I myself will be. 2130|To myself I myself will go, 2130|From myself, I myself will go; 2130|That which others do, I never will do myself, 2130|Nor any thing which I cannot do myself: 2130|But I will be. 2130|But I will be. 2130|In what wise I myself will go; 2130|This side of that I cannot guess: 2130|For I will go. 2130|But I will go. 2130|I myself shall not go: 2130|In what I shall not stand, 2130|I myself shall not stand. 2130|In what will I lie down; 2130|In what I shall not stand, 2130|In what I shall not fall: 2130|I myself will go. 2130|I myself will not go; 2130|But I will not stand yet; 2130|For what I shall not stand yet 2130|(O shame and sorrow!) 2130|I myself will go. 2130|In what I shall not stand yet, 2130|In what shall not fall, 2130|In what shall not sink me yet: 2130|I myself will stand. 2130|I myself, when in my prime, 2130|I, my elder self, would be: 2130|Then would I speak; but speech 2130|Is but like words of fools-- 2130|And not unlike yourself. 2130|Then, when I am older, yea, 2130|When much have come to grief; 2130|Then would I speak, nor speak 2130|That so my grief might ease. 2130|In what shall I die yet: 2130|In what shall I not die, 2130|In what, of life or seeming: 2130|In what, when I am old, 2130|In what, shall I be turned? 2130|In what shall I be turned? 2130|In what, shall I live to die? 2130|This is my mind:--what follows there? 2130|Thus far, then, make no mirth; 2130|I would pronounce the worst and worst-- 2130|This, my mind and self are one. 2130|This is my heart:--to what, then, is attached 2130|This, then, is mine own mind, all my own mind! 2130|It will go on, and on, and on 2130|Till it is written to a book; 2130|I would fain avoid the trouble 2130|That would follow my attempt. 2130|It will go on, and on, and on 2130|Till I see it at the close of my 2130|In what I stand now at present is, 2130|In what was once, and what shall soon be, 2130|In the pleasure and pain of another, 2130|In his sorrow or his joy of being. 2130|I can feel him ======================================== SAMPLE 10450 ======================================== 24269|And to a mountain-top had mounted, where 24269|A well, extending far, they found; the place 24269|Not far remote, from on-rushing Troy, 24269|Which near had overflowed the well. His friends 24269|The father of Telemachus before 24269|Bore up the helmet on, and from the place 24269|Came armed him all in armor. So, the God 24269|With arms all dight, and in a dream secure, 24269|Sent forth, from off a rock, the glorious one 24269|To the high roof-top of the spacious heaven. 24269|Then fell the noise of battle, and the voice 24269|Of clamorous shouts, and on the earth was heard 24269|Screams and hoots--the son and the shipwreck both. 24269|There the hero and the maid their limbs were left 24269|Torn, and as the shipwreck'd both together went, 24269|Their hair lay scattered on the ground, and all 24269|Their heads were severed from the shoulders, which 24269|In turn, to all extent, their bloodless homes 24269|Besprinkled. But, in the chariot placed, 24269|With both hands down, Telemachus himself 24269|The driver seiz'd, and, hurl'd the car before. 24269|The trunk was hoisted, then the reins he grasp'd 24269|Of gentle Æsyeta, his own father, 24269|Who himself would gladly himself have died, 24269|Had he been not at hand; nor had he cause 24269|For apprehension; for Telemachus 24269|In his own manly way, and with a voice 24269|Full of majestic majesty, thus spake. 24269|A chariot thou didst see, in which appear'd 24269|A Spartan chief, who held me as his own 24269|For a short space indeed, a prisoner quite, 24269|And now, his bride; for on the homeward road 24269|He left me, saying that he himself had slain 24269|The son of Cteatus, in an empty night. 24269|Yet I had thence myself escaped the same, 24269|For which I mourn'd him as my death was near. 24269|As for him death-dealing words, I will not say, 24269|To any, though he seem'd a goodly Chief. 24269|Then spake Telemachus, Pallas-born, 24269|And thus the Hero answer'd prudent. 24269|Take hence the car, for thus my father taught, 24269|How I myself will bring thee where thou seek'st, 24269|That, with a swift engagement at the home 24269|And abroad as many days as shall seem 24269|Eumæus to me safe and well convey'd, 24269|Thou may'st in safety reach thy native soil. 24269|But he returns at length his own possessions, 24269|And his own body, bound, with all that is 24269|Of his whom I have left by his command. 24269|Now go, you both, the car and horses took, 24269|And the rich dowry of thy father's house; 24269|And, while they stay, let none be longer stayed-- 24269|For aught that I have heard or read I hold 24269|Of men in ancient story, whom I fear 24269|If now at length they issue homeward forth. 24269|He said; they took the car, and went before 24269|Ulysses, to the high seaport town of Troy, 24269|A distance distant, at which time Ulysses 24269|Arose to sleep, and all his household slept 24269|With him also; but his daughter, Idæa, 24269|Took leave, the fair-hair'd Queen of Pylians, 24269|Who in his absence was in suzerain 24269|His wife, and whom he lodged nightly at his house. 24269|Thus they arrived, and next they rested there, 24269|While all around the dawn began to shine. 24269| But the Gods, Olympian, saw in sleep 24269|Ulysses; and to him, with his right hand, 24269|Sat Pallas, of whom they first had learned, 24269|Eurybates. On an ox ======================================== SAMPLE 10460 ======================================== 937|To the darkling paths and the lone 937|Sisterhoods of the world to seek 937|Their sacred communion, and know 937|That they need not be in fear, 937|Or heed the summons that befell 937|Some holy Angel on a day 937|When Love had come to earth to dwell 937|With her who once possessed his breast. 937|As the old moon in a summer-night 937|Flames through the cloudy mists of yore, 937|I see the Angel radiant there; 937|And a voice is mute on the air 937|To tell how he can take his flight, 937|And his glory take -- 937|The same as that that I heard 937|On a mountain's shadowy brow 937|When God did tell His angels that 937|Love would be with them forever. 937|And I heard it echo and seem 937|To grow more solemn and more sure, 937|Till I fell asleep; 937|A sound like the feet of the dead 937|Upon the lonely mountain crest; 937|A voice of the holy and true 937|That sings unto love and victory; 937|A voice of the ancient and free, 937|In that far-off, glorious time, 937|When Love was with the Saviour still, 937|And the heart of man 937|With the living hope of the free, 937|Felt the Spirit of Heaven at play, 937|And turned again unto His throne; 937|And in a vision there did range 937|By the mountain's sunny crown, 937|The holy and faithful angels 937|In white garments as white as snow, 937|And each had his lamp alight; 937|They led the Saviour at last 937|Through the darkness of the world. 937|I heard the sound of the music 937|Come from the angelic throng; 937|I saw the face of the Eternal 937|Shine from his holy auburn hair; 937|I heard the song of the holy 937|Coming from the spirit shrine. 937|In my dream I saw His head, 937|From its crown of glory rise, 937|In his hand He held a song-book, 937|And a holy angel told 937|This is that Son of God who cometh, 937|This is the heart of Christmas-tide, 937|This is the rapture of man's heart 937|That in this wondrous world shall be 937|Blessed and glad whereon no heart 937|May rejoice or fear. 937|The words of the ancient prophets 937|Seem in his heart to be true, 937|They shine through his music-filled words 937|And from his music the holy 937|Spirit glows and singeth still, 937|In every note his music-worlds 937|Are re-enkindled 'mid His choir 937|And with Him lives the holy 937|Holy and glad Son of God. 937|The old words, in their silence, 937|Tell me of a secret yet 937|And in the words of the angels 937|I am aware of his voice, 937|But the music and all the glory 937|Shall be vain to me when I lay 937|My spirit down on the earth 937|And the song go forth to hear Him. 937|And I cannot but believe 937|I am the spirit you seem, 937|The spirit you long to hear, 937|The spirit who sang long ago, 937|A song about a mountain red -- 937|A song that I can sing or hear, 937|No more of the sacred mystery 937|Of the heavenly voice, 937|Till God comes to speak His word. 937|And I know that in my heart 937|There is a song no spirit may fail to tell, 937|A song not given, a song not given, 937|A song of the world, 937|And of my spirit and you, 937|And of you, my spirit and you. 937|And the songs of the world 937|And of you, my soul and me. ======================================== SAMPLE 10470 ======================================== 7394|The eyes of the child, 7394|A little way, in all the wicket of the world. 7394|She saw the little ways and found him at the end 7394|Of a straight path that led to a garden new, 7394|And on the flowerless earth one rose of a long line 7394|That had never yet been touched by the fingers of man. 7394|The sweetest thing in all the lovely world, I think, 7394|Is Nature; she fills the heart with a strange desire 7394|To share an agony for one thing only, 7394|And that is Beauty; she is the one with the hand 7394|Of God to kindly show each little face to see. 7394|Oh, never a duller, never a tear more bright, 7394|With what I have only seen in my own sweet way, 7394|Where I have only followed the path that was fair, 7394|And the paths that should have been! 7394|I know not how I may bear the sun's hot gaze; 7394|I feel as a child, all over a burning fever, 7394|That the cool, dim world might look like the sight the dead 7394|Have, alas! in their faces shown a joy I knew 7394|Once, and in their hearts that thrill with something of hope. 7394|They are not living yet, but my love they shall win; 7394|Soon shall I look in the eyes of one who is gone! 7394|They shall give me the lips and the life and the hand 7394|Of the lover I love on my earthly pilgrimage, 7394|And when the world's old sorrows are as sweet as the tear 7394|Of an unseen hand that knows what I long for now. 7394|I know not how this joy may be sweeter than pain, 7394|How can I know with what the soul in its freedom 7394|May be filled or where love may lead or the life 7394|May come unto bliss; but with clear sight to see 7394|The hand that holds life has reached out to an end, 7394|And the eyes that see are glad as the souls that look. 7394|No poet, no sage, no prophet, no poet can find; 7394|They are only human, like me, and cannot reach the whole 7394|Great soul! What is this thou dreamest of alone? 7394|I may not count the gifts that life can bring to man. 7394|But I find in that which is not mine the best reward, 7394|A love that is deep as the soul's intense agony, 7394|A trust that is stronger than death or the grave. 7394|I shall know if this be a place of bliss or pain,-- 7394|The soul's most bitter to be felt by no sated sinner 7394|Who, through the bitter of sin, must ever desire 7394|More and finer for life than the poor, sweet things 7394|I see around me, and in my waking view 7394|Wherever I turn, my kindlier sister, the earth, 7394|Walls with her warm heart the dim, low-roofed room, 7394|And lifts the dust from the feet as she goes; 7394|Walls with her warm, deep heart her lonely home, 7394|And bids her faithful love and her arms fold me. 7394|How much of all this is Nature's story told not 7394|By word or voice! how much is man's! 7394|For what is this same strength which took the fire 7394|And held the winter in its bosom, and turned 7394|The night into a sacred time, when earth 7394|Looked to the light with love and joy and pride, 7394|And the wild wind from heaven answered: "It is night!" 7394|But, love, you can say more to the young child, 7394|As you lay awake with the deep pain of her. 7394|And I shall hear more of you still the while 7394|You talk with her, for you both are one heart. 7394|God, you know, that I will love you so that, when 7394|I am laid in earth, my little son will find 7394|Another father's kiss upon your lips. 7394|What man of any age has ever gazed 7394|Upon a picture, read a book, and learned 7394|What angels are ======================================== SAMPLE 10480 ======================================== 7122|That many a pleasant home and place 7122|He had enjoyed, with joy or stress. 7122|If the truth of the foregoing told, 7122|This sketch, dear little one, might serve 7122|To prove that "Old Blue" was a man. 7122|It was not on his own head I rested now, 7122|But on that which he was bound to bear. 7122|A little thing like this I do mean, 7122|As soon as his work was over; 7122|And then the time to try, with a look, 7122|Any thing he could desire. 7122|I did this for the sake of it, 7122|And as we seldom, if we meet, 7122|Was the first word my friend begun; 7122|That in sooth there was a need. 7122|The father's care was so dear to him, 7122|His work was a constant part, 7122|And his own care and that of his wife 7122|Might make me seem ungrateful. 7122|I could not let the boy my task neglect, 7122|But for the sake of his little head. 7122|I felt sorry if I did not give him 7122|An instruction in self-control. 7122|But then I wisht a better way 7122|Would have come readily to pass. 7122|Thus did not the way I now conceive 7122|Of his own conduct and his play. 7122|I have a vision in my dreams, 7122|How I should give my son a hand; 7122|But it was through him that it came, 7122|And it was through him that I did. 7122|My heart still throbs with a dear loss, 7122|With a feeling of bereavement 7122|And pain for some dear one of mine; 7122|The memory may ling'ring follow 7122|As I walk the path of comfort 7122|Toward the coming of the coming day, 7122|And of his coming too. 7122|I often look across the field, 7122|To see what crop is growing, 7122|And I see 'tis full often made 7122|Of the lilies growing well. 7122|I love to see the rich heath yield 7122|Its richest fruitage to him; 7122|But I see not such a crop appear 7122|In the front of his little room. 7122|He had a little room above, 7122|'Tis now that home he now choose, 7122|Where he had plenty of room to move, 7122|And plenty of room to go. 7122|He chose his room to live in, 7122|As a sort of a warm, cozy bed; 7122|And he did what he had to do 7122|For his mother, whom he knew. 7122|No more his mother will be seen, 7122|Though he is well away. 7122|Ofttimes when we walk to church, 7122|The girls at the corner stop, 7122|And then I listen to hear 7122|The story of his love. 7122|I often think our parting was bitter to say 7122|Since he did not go away with me when the day set in a week. 7122|I oft when I could get a penny on my lips did hope to see 7122|My father then, but now I can never be near him I fear. 7122|His father and mother to-day, to me still seem so far away. 7122|I must not let him think that we are far from each other in joy. 7122|But I can never say he was without us when the day set in a week. 7122|The people that were at home, in his early days, 7122|Were now their parents and their children dear. 7122|And while they were away on harvest trips I did not hearken 7122|Or else they would have let the cause go by them to mire. 7122|"O, 'tis a dreadful thing, dear friend, to think 7122|That _our_ lives, as well as his own, be gone 7122|In the first hours of existence from the race 7122|That he is in to that which he hath lost. 7122|But I must not so much griefsweet him, 7122|For we shall meet in Heaven when he is dead ======================================== SAMPLE 10490 ======================================== 4697|The world goes round, and we,-- 4697|And we are left with nothing, 4697|And you with nothing---- 4697|Yet never can we find 4697|The meaning of our wretchedness, 4697|O, wretched one! 4697|Nothing is really _really_ worth 4697|And, yet, 4697|All we have is the world's heart. 4697|The world's bitter cold and pain, 4697|And nothing is really worth 4697|For what you never have, 4697|And all you have is the world's heart. 4697|The world's cold, and a child should be, 4697|Not a King; and the world's cold, 4697|And love should be the thing 4697|To keep us all from going 4697|To other, nobler things-- 4697|The nobler things the world has in store. 4697|How shall we feel the cold, and how 4697|The warmth that is not from ourselves? 4697|For there is naught here that is not found 4697|In the heart, and the heart is the part 4697|Of each man man man,--a living heart, 4697|To every man dying. 4697|There's a strange and pensive light 4697|That seems to pass across all things. 4697|All things are kindled into flame, 4697|All things are warmed with a kindly fire. 4697|The night is as white as a lily, 4697|The day is as clear as a star. 4697|But there's a change that is all my own, 4697|A darkening, a passing away 4697|Of a glory that was once a part 4697|Of your life--for it has passed away. 4697|A star was the beacon to your soul, 4697|You saw it, knew its shining might; 4697|'Twas the red emblem of your love, 4697|'Twas the sword that you would cast aside. 4697|But 'tis moved by the influence of 4697|The planets that round us do roll; 4697|And you cannot, by any might, 4697|Presence more radiant have at one. 4697|You have seen, have suffered, pain and strife-- 4697|But you have never suffered more 4697|Than have that restless, passionate cry 4697|That from your memory ever floats, 4697|And from your hands and eyes still tingles. 4697|And I--well, I am not sure if I 4697|Can ever be a part of what's done; 4697|I never can be a part of what's done, 4697|I never can be a part of what's done; 4697|Not even a lighted spire or a dome 4697|That you have made, but I will be alone 4697|In the dark where all is dim and dark. 4697|Why should I go away for ever, 4697|Why should I wander and sing so long? 4697|To you each of my verses, I say, 4697|Was a spark that was fated to burn; 4697|To you each of my verses, I say, 4697|Was a little piece of the great whole. 4697|We who live and die here, all of us, 4697|Have writ the world's fate, or an author's, 4697|But you alone--a child, a child! 4697|You of my heart! the one that I sought, 4697|I found, I know not how, but I know, 4697|You have been so kind, so kind! 4697|And so,--the last of my sorrows-- 4697|It has been so sweet, and the last of my song, 4697|And so,--the last of my sorrows,-- 4697|For ever shall I look back on you, 4697|And think the one to bring me a new chance, 4697|And bring me to a world of delight, 4697|Was you. 4697|Dear, you were the first. 4697|But--how could I love you, when, 4697|In this life, that I know not what, 4697|I have not been the only one 4697|To taste your kiss and your touch? 4697|I have sat by your side, 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 10500 ======================================== May the great day be ours 1165|This evening, as the great day began; 1165|May the great day be ours to-day, in this our land! 1165|May the great sun! Let us stand to it! 1165|And the great stars! Let us not slacken on them! 1165|Let us face it squarely, bravely; 1165|Let us face it proudly, and dare it! 1165|The people have chosen it; 1165|They are taking it home with them; 1165|This hour hath found us 1165|No light of night, no hour of storm, 1165|No death in battle, 1165|No wrong in labor, 1165|No loss in friendship, 1165|This is the time for us to take to-day to-day, 1165|Before the last of all the world is ours, 1165|Before the people are gone from us again. 1165|Here the last of all the people is gone, 1165|Only the child. He comes with the wind, 1165|He comes with the sunlight, 1165|He comes with the stars. 1165|O my child, where is your mother? 1165|O my little child, where is your father? 1165|And where are the bright eyes looking? 1165|O my little son, where is Papa? 1165|I hold my child to me, 1165|I breathe a prayer of love, 1165|My heart is full of faith, 1165|My lips are lifted to him, O my child, O my boy! 1165|O my little hand, my little knee, my little wrist, 1165|O my little hand that is heavy and cold, 1165|My little knee that is growing soft; 1165|My little wrist that is heavy and cold, 1165|My little wrist, I beg you, O my mother, 1165|Where is your goodly face, O my child, O my boy? 1165|O my little heart, my little heart, O my heart, O my heart, 1165|How do you know where your mother is? 1165|O my little heart, O my heart, O my heart, O my heart, 1165|How do you know where your Papa is? 1165|What will you see to-night? 1165|What will you see to-morrow? 1165|What will you see to-day? 1165|O my little child, O my boy, O my mother, 1165|O my little heart, O my heart, O my life, 1165|O my little life, 1165|Will you go to the house of the great ones, 1165|Where the stars sing, singing by us, 1165|Where the light and the dark lie over us, -- 1165|For the good of the little ones? 1165|O my little child, O my boy, O my heart, O my life, 1165|O my little life, 1165|Is this the house of the great ones? 1165|O my little life, O my heart, O my heart, 1165|Will you go in there with us, 1165|Where the shadows lie, 1165|And the light and the dark lie? 1165|O my little child, O my heart, O my life, 1165|Can you go with the shadows, 1165|Or do you leave us there, -- 1165|All day long, all night long? 1165|And all through the dark you will go, 1165|And you will feel no sin in you, 1165|Till I bring you to the light; 1165|And then I will sit alone 1165|In the churchyard gate, 1165|With the stars in my hands, 1165|Till you have gone and come. 1165|And you will say, 1165|As you go behind the church, 1165|The love that I have lost, 1165|I know, O my Son of Song! 1165|I know that you go forth 1165|In the spirit, and sing 1165|The songs that I can tell, 1165|That still the world go by, -- 1165|But that your father's name 1165|May be not forgotten; 1165|For you are just a child 1165|And the world cannot know 1165|What's going on with ======================================== SAMPLE 10510 ======================================== 16452|Of all the other nations, to whom his hand 16452|Had caused the Greeks and Trojans to restore 16452|Their ancient form, for that he saw it fair? 16452|He answered him, not unperceived of all: 16452|For should he then, perforce, bethink himself, 16452|That Jove himself was now among the Greeks, 16452|That he himself with all the Gods should thus 16452|Concord with him, and to war to convene 16452|So many mighty warriors, his heart would break. 16452|Then, swift from Troy they rush'd, and the loud trumpet to 16452|The Greeks, as to a victor oft they came. 16452|First, Nestor, son of Neleus, to the son 16452|Of Tydeus, and the other mighty Greeks; 16452|Nor yet were dead the bodies of some slain 16452|Of noble Menelaüs, but lay in wait. 16452|They sought the city, and, by orders bright 16452|That no one enter, sent the heralds forth 16452|To urge the citizens to flight. Them none 16452|Delighted, for the sight of sons of Troy 16452|So valiant greatly drove them away. 16452|Meantime, the Trojans to the Grecians' camp 16452|The whole body of Teucer, on a tree, 16452|Unseen, and of Hippotion's son supreme, 16452|And Diomede had brought, but them in vain, 16452|And, after, Diomede his armour took 16452|From him. They, then, their arms renewed again, 16452|And spread themselves abroad, and the clamorous shouts 16452|Of all the Grecians, in each other's faces, 16452|Mingled the tumult that the son of war 16452|Had raised. At once, as to the city-walls 16452|(And there they found him, by royal Agamemnon, 16452|The warlike Menelaüs' son, now fled 16452|From the high triumph where his spirit burned 16452|With glory more than fire, and the proud trophy 16452|Showed his own son and heir, though yet the child 16452|Of a gray-haired sire) he rushed; him, then, 16452|The heralds with his staff and sword arrayed 16452|Before his tent, placed him within the host 16452|Of the Achaians, and, to be the first 16452|To seize the brazen trophy from him, sent. 16452|He, next, to Nestor in his council called, 16452|Propounding speech. He heard, and him bespake. 16452|Hector! my son, not now, perchance, doth threaten 16452|Thyself with death to-night; for surely now 16452|We shall accomplish more; for thou art now 16452|Achieved, of all the Greeks, the most abhorr'd. 16452|Whom thus the son of Atreus replied. 16452|Greece, Agamemnon! Thee are the chief 16452|Of all the host in war; but thou hast had 16452|Too long a stay to boast of thy renowned 16452|And glorious deeds among the Grecian heroes. 16452|To whom brave Hector thus with prudent speech. 16452|If I thus boast, then may Atrides say, 16452|To thee, the son of Atreus, I have done 16452|Whatever may be done among the Greeks, 16452|And I deserve the prize of glory most. 16452|Me, therefore, with a trusty friend maintain, 16452|And trust thou art not easily dissuaded. 16452|Then Nestor, from whom was Nestor's son 16452|Hector, the mightiest of the Grecian powers, 16452|Slew two Pandiones, valiant sons of Mars. 16452|Three men of Hector's followers, who he slaughtered, 16452|The sons of Peleus' noble daughter fled 16452|From battle. Thus he gave them to the dogs; 16452|The other chief of Ithaca dispatched, 16452|Sarpedon, to Peleus. They in the front 16452|Invoked, the sons of both the Gods to Jove, 16452|And to ======================================== SAMPLE 10520 ======================================== 25953|"Now I can see what she doth wish to hear, 25953|And my ears hearken well for the first tones of her voice." 25953|Then she turned to the eldest of the women, 25953|And she spoke the words which the others had said. 25953|"Oh my honoured friends, what is the truth 25953|Of this? Why do you talk among yourselves?" 25953|Said the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|"O my dear friends, who were together, 25953|When I came in a very large vessel, 25953|We were not caught by any evil, 25953|But by waves upon the ocean, 25953|When the waves had almost swept me out, 25953|And my comrades were all drowned on the sea-shore." 25953|Then spoke the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|"O my dear people, who are friends, 25953|Do not thus your time and labour waste 25953|Wasting it in senseless chatter, 25953|Let us all be thoughtful and be wise, 25953|And not waste life thus in foolishness." 25953|Then the people of the village 25953|Ranged themselves in three great brigands, 25953|And they set out on their journey 25953|From the homestead of the village 25953|To the distant woodlands fastness; 25953|On the road went many horses, 25953|On their journey homeward onwards, 25953|To their own old dwelling, 25953|At the end of all the villages, 25953|And the homes of all the people. 25953|Then the aged Väinämöinen 25953|Rode upon the high road, 25953|O'er the broadest plain along, 25953|And he spoke the words which follow: 25953|"Climb, oh my hapless wench, my wife, 25953|Climb to my high-built cottage, 25953|On the roof of this huge cottage, 25953|In the midst of all its windows, 25953|Where the smoke of mine own fires is, 25953|Oh the world to me are full of woe, 25953|Of the woe this very night, 25953|For my wife in this very home 25953|Is no longer pleased with me." 25953|But his wife his course pursued not, 25953|She his course missed on the road-side, 25953|And he hastened on his journey, 25953|O'er the highest hill and broadest, 25953|Filled the country round with darkness, 25953|And he drove to Kalevala, 25953|To the woodlands of the Vapurgja, 25953|To a large and lonely cabin, 25953|To a hut with four large windows, 25953|Where the fire is burning fiercely, 25953|In the harbour in the island. 25953|In the midst of all his dwelling, 25953|By the end of all his chimneys, 25953|Was the lovely house of Tapio, 25953|Crowded with smoke from chimney-tops, 25953|Stood the house of Väinämöinen, 25953|On the highest hill of Tapiola, 25953|By the side of Kalevala, 25953|In the midst of all his chimneys, 25953|In the midst of roofed or ground-rock. 25953|There his wife sat on high seat, 25953|And the other women stood round, 25953|On the floor in long procession, 25953|On the kitchen's floor the while. 25953|Thus a mighty wave was rising, 25953|And resounding loud along it, 25953|From the chimneys all was rocking, 25953|From the floor-planks all were creaking, 25953|Rocked the house with all its people, 25953|And the woodlands echoed loud too. 25953|Then the aged Väinämöinen 25953|Looked upon the guests assembled; 25953|And he spoke the words which follow: 25953|"What have I to give as presents, 25953|What as treasure as my portion? 25953|Now I know what my wife demands, 25953|And her wish is duly granted." 25953|Väinämöinen, old ======================================== SAMPLE 10530 ======================================== 38549|A little, and a little, and all in aye 38549|Suffers an equal weight of sorrow and delight. 38549|Thus to a child is nature, as the child may 38549|Contend in love and hate, the same influence 38549|Touches all, and overcasts all who can receive. 38549|But that which is the source of all delight, 38549|Is what we call happiness; and the same 38549|Pleasures, which are the chiefest parts of the soul, 38549|We call misery: what's misery but bliss? 38549|A pleasant thing is hard to be comprehended: 38549|A heavy blow seems worse than a light one; 38549|And this is like a heavy heart. 38549|A heavy heart may be bad; 38549|And a light heart may be good. 38549|And a heavy heart may be sorrow; 38549|And a light heart may have rest; 38549|And a heavy heart is sorrow; 38549|But we call a happy heart a load to bear. 38549|This thou dost hear with delight, 38549|Whilst thou listenest to 38549|My song, which maketh all things good; 38549|'And then' thou dost sing, 38549|'I heard it, and my heart acheth 38549|As a barren man that heareth and braketh. 38549|'In which the poet sings 38549|That his own country is 38549|A wonder unto all men; 38549|And a blessed land, because that his own land be so 38549|'A glory and a blessing, a gladness and a rest 38549|'Fairer far than any land; in which to be 38549|Of a proud temper, and in which he becometh a man. 38549|'But his songs were a delight, 38549|His mirth was gladness; his songs were a joy. 38549|So that we praise them with both breath and head, 38549|And say it is to love, and not love to be 38549|In the midst of a goodly land, that is full of love. 38549|'In which the poet sings, 38549|Not, as in other lands, 38549|Of a proud temper; but, of a gladness and a rest. 38549|He sung that our hearts' content 38549|Was the heart's centre; that no world there should be 38549|Where there were none but these 38549|Perfect, all-waking goodness, the world's supreme delight. 38549|'There are no world-wealths here; 38549|No kingdoms nor peoples; no vain crowns, crowns, crowns; 38549|'But a pure man's mind and a fair mind rule 38549|'These pure hearts; and a very God in one.' 38549|'But a little gold, more of this gold; 38549|And a long life; and no more; no last, last; 38549|'And the poet's song, 38549|The poet's song, was sweet; 38549|And with that 'tis here, that most is known; 38549|'And the Poet's song is a sweet song too. 38549|'For, when all things have given, 38549|And life shall follow life; 38549|O'er all the earth and o'er the sea 38549|A great kingdom's born; 38549|And the world's children be the fair things: 38549|'A great kingdom's here:--and O 38549|'This song with his song was mingled; 38549|'And our world's future in his kingdom is, 38549|'And ours is in his land.'-- 38549|O that my life and my birth 38549|Would cease and cease alone! 38549|O that no mortal life, 38549|Which we are nourishing, 38549|Should need the sun; and the shade 38549|Of the green earth may we part, 38549|And no part of us perish 38549|In the strife of a night. 38549|O that great men who died 38549|To break the bond of slavery, 38549|Would break all bonds at last, 38549|And live in a wild, undying 38549|Happiness! not in the land! 38549|O that all ======================================== SAMPLE 10540 ======================================== 2130|The gods and men were but a shadow, a cloud 2130|In the glory of summer, a gleam--that was thy life! 2130|The sun was setting in a misty sky, 2130|The wind was blowing from the south; 2130|We could see no road--the trees were bare-- 2130|We were hungry, I and you! 2130|How fast we ran--a tramp--a trot-- 2130|Till the road was past and to the right; 2130|You heard the dogs bark--'twas clear, 'tis cold-- 2130|I feel better soon--I've drunk enough-- 2130|Thank God! I live to fight again. 2130|Oh, then the road was even and clear, 2130|You could hear the white dust blowing! 2130|We ran as fast as we could; none spake 2130|A word of what befell. 2130|A horse's hoof, a dog's low bark 2130|A crack, a stir of cloth and metal-- 2130|A silence in the air as though 2130|The air did know as well who spoke. 2130|A moment--and the race was done! 2130|The dust rose high, the race was done. 2130|Who wins has won--it is the tale 2130|Who runs as fast as he can tell 2130|That all things is ended as he sets out. 2130|I had a wish that should have been 2130|A reality, 2130|But I have a wish that I deny-- 2130|I have a wish for you. 2130|I had a wish that was a wish, 2130|But it is not as you suppose, 2130|For there is something in the air 2130|Above (as the lark may seem) 2130|That seems to say, "We come once more 2130|To crown a man who comes not back." 2130|I have a wish that you might guess, 2130|But you do not--in fact, 2130|I have a wish you would have granted 2130|If it were not for the wind that blows. 2130|I have a wish you could disallow-- 2130|If you would--for it is true: 2130|And what I have there is the thing you call 2130|My wish to-day--but-but-to-day. 2130|He left, and came back, on the very next day. 2130|He left and came back again on the fifth. 2130|He left and came to visit us yesterday. 2130|He left and came to London--and did not return. 2130|He came from his work and came by post to the door; 2130|He came to the door and entered it; and as often 2130|As he came the same sentence said he was not there 2130|He took his leave and came again--and left us a note, 2130|If any of his family would wish to learn more. 2130|He left this very day and came from his work--to say 2130|That his last carriage to London would take us home; 2130|That he would take his leave with his gun, loaded with powder, 2130|At the corner of Wood Street, and that you could count 2130|"He came from his work"--and so he does not have to stay. 2130|As I was passing along, 2130|I heard a man sing 2130|Just like he did on the boat. 2130|His voice was as soft as the softest of strings 2130|And the words came very slowly, very fast-- 2130|"I have heard the call of the storm-clouds above, 2130|And the wind of the deep is my only guide." 2130|I turned my head as I heard his song, 2130|I saw his face, and I asked, "Who is he?" 2130|His head nodded, and his arms went round me, and 2130|He bent his head as he answered "Yes." 2130|And I felt a moment's surprise 2130|When I saw my face, and he was I. 2130|My hair is gray and gold to-night-- 2130|My head is bright above the snow; 2130|My feet are light in the wind they cry, 2130|My hair is dark above his hair: ======================================== SAMPLE 10550 ======================================== 615|That I could do the same, and give the sign, 615|So he would see the knight, and straight would stand 615|Afar, and with himself would be alone. 615|"He would not see the other man would stand, 615|But would stand close to her; then she would say; 615|'Thou art my brother, if thou art not he;' 615|Not wanting joy when he his word would do, 615|I, who am his sister, would be his friend. 615|"She would be silent in the presence here, 615|Since now she knew the other man so well. 615|This was the sign, and that is why this dame 615|Was silent; she was glad to see his face; 615|And, having made her own with him avail, 615|(And him in the full presence with all grace) 615|She would, because not oft as he, her be, 615|And by the law of love, should be pursued; 615|"And so she would, and did; till he to quit 615|His comrade was dismissed away, and all 615|Who by that marriage could not be her guide, 615|Bade their good lord depart and other stay. 615|So that they parted, one alone returned, 615|With a fair lady who would not go alone; 615|And in Argione with that damsel came, 615|Who is a little way afield; the one 615|So rich, that scarce her beauty doth comport 615|So all the others; with such fair attire, 615|As though for her fair face the flowers did fall. 615|"It now is time for me, as well as you, 615|Your tale to see, and hear the more, repeat, 615|Since I will tell your case like all my own; 615|And that is because I do apprehend 615|More sorrow in that one to tell you here. 615|That one is of a proud and rich plantation, 615|Who, though at other times, of love and me 615|Has stood so distant, that we from his sight 615|Have little time to dwell upon the case: 615|"And that, when once Orlando and other two, 615|Who, as I think, are far above the street, 615|Have heard of this fair lady's want, have cried, 615|In hope to speed her to his country home. 615|His friends will hear, and, following the sound, will strain 615|To see her; nor will she, safe in France, remain: 615|"But she is in the city, where she wends 615|Hoping some means to come to him by way 615|Of her own body, to receive that aid. 615|Thence to Herminia's hospitable house, 615|Where resides that maid, will wend her way, as well. 615|Herminia makes the young Orlando hers, 615|And sends him, every day and week, to dine. 615|"I, therefore, and my company, are gone; 615|And will remain, to-morrow to return; 615|For I have heard that on that road is one 615|Who may our damsel, and who may carry ill. 615|He will be hither, if of her I heard 615|As I did now; and I of her will be. 615|But she, when I have told the matter, will say 615|For that is what her heart desires, that I 615|Should know, by that good counsel, she would be dead; 615|"And of that man, of every one and writ, 615|She will acquaint herself, so far as need 615|Is from her being in another place: 615|But that she knows not why, shall be the test, 615|Whether so far from him she turn to-night. 615|But if the knight in any sort should see 615|Of whatsoever king, of kings or peers, 615|Of whom I speak, he will find that evermore 615|He is so far from him, that he would believe 615|He is of them that have not proved so true. 615|"For this he thinks that she, by other's hate 615|Or else his own, is wont to speak; with whom 615|He should not meet who were so well beguiled. 615|But for him, with good heart, if ever more 615|He with the king should wish to meet again, 615|He ought not, I by this ======================================== SAMPLE 10560 ======================================== 1365|To his master's side, 1365|And his master's face was like the face of death; 1365|He could not speak, but on his lips there shone 1365|The warmth and light of human sympathy. 1365|And now again the wailing and the shrieking 1365|Came from the dying man; 1365|He felt himself, now, in the man beneath, 1365|And all the pity and compassion left him. 1365|And the cold hand stretched to comfort him and save. 1365|And he looked up at the face, and the redness grew, 1365|And the lips were smooth and clear, 1365|And the deep blood seemed to his ears so near 1365|That he felt a presence near, 1365|And all his soul seemed like that man to speak,-- 1365|"Ah, you are dying; but there is a time 1365|When you must bend your head 1365|Beside the breast 1365|Of God, 1365|And it is best, now, 1365|If you should rest a little space apart." 1365|A silence seemed to fall on the place, 1365|As a man in a grave, 1365|And his face was cold, 1365|And his voice was low and weak, 1365|And his eyes stared at God. 1365|And the dying man, 1365|As he gazed at his children,-- 1365|The youngest child, 1365|Was a little dark-eyed girl 1365|With deep, dark brown eyes. 1365|For she had run up to him one morning 1365|And told her sad story, 1365|Saying, "I see you are weak, father, 1365|But you will save us now 1365|From the witch's cunning and the fiend's unholy spell." 1365|Him the dead mother gently bent aside, 1365|And took the little child 1365|Under the shutters of the casement, 1365|And placed her warm in her bosom. 1365|And all about the casement in the night 1365|Lay pillars of ice, 1365|And under them the moon did watch with eager eyes. 1365|In vain the mother tried to raise her child, 1365|She could not move an inch, 1365|But still her patient love the boy pursued, 1365|And always close behind her was his head. 1365|Then she raised the casement, 1365|Gazed at the little sleeping head, 1365|And saw a great fire lighting up her home. 1365|And never look back again. 1365|The fire burned brightly, 1365|Lighted the casement with green wood, 1365|And the child, in perfect quiet, 1365|By the warm mother's breast was laid, 1365|Folded up with perfect ease, and closed again. 1365|At that grave a grave they made, 1365|And round it a wreath of roses was bound, 1365|And over it the dead children's names were inscribed. 1365|There are many other graves in Rome 1365|Where the dead children lie, 1365|And the old men sit round the Cross of Shame 1365|Hung high above their head 1365|In a silent, secluded, lonely band, 1365|Who, when life is o'er, 1365|Will not look at thee and thy sweet face,--and thou, 1365|O Rome! wilt find it even so, 1365|To-day the new Pope 1365|Is the Papal brother, 1365|And the man in the black garb is the Bishop's child. 1365|With a cry of such a joy 1365|The little crowd stood round 1365|To hear the song of one who could sing the 1365|Most of the songs the crowd had learned. 1365|He had learned them, too, in his boyhood, and 1365|As he turned away to the college-house 1365|He was the first man there 1365|With his eyes open to the world. 1365|And he was glad in his second year of school 1365|When he heard the teacher's song, 1365|And the boys were merry, and all the girls 1365|Had for their music a delight; 1365|They danced and laughed and chanted it half-an ======================================== SAMPLE 10570 ======================================== 37804|Of men are you? what are they, those two, 37804|One, in the light of the night, with eyes 37804|And hands that are all life! 37804|And one the earth's dull dull light 37804|And earth, that has no light! 37804|They are one thing to me, 37804|The earth that holds all life, 37804|The light that is life's light, 37804|And you earth made of light! 37804|Ah, where are they now, 37804|The four, who made the light? 37804|I see the fire that was fire, 37804|I see the fire that was fire, 37804|And earth that was fire's light! 37804|_The four who made the fire._ 37804|_The four who made the light,_ 37804|_The four who made the light._] 37804|_And the light hath been turned to pain,_ 37804|_The end to pain hath been_ 37804|_The fire that was fire_ 37804|The fire that was fire, 37804|_And the fire hath been turned to pain._ 37804|_The four whose pain hath been_ 37804|_The four who made pain turn_ 37804|_This flame that was fire_ 37804|_To pain turn_ 37804|_This fire_ 37804|My spirit sits in the light, 37804|And the fire that was fire 37804|That was flame, 37804|And the pain hath been pain, 37804|And the fire that was fire 37804|That was fire! 37804|The light hath been turned to pain, 37804|The fire that was fire, 37804|I sleep in the fire and dream 37804|That was fire! 37804|Nay, now, I sleep, and sleep, 37804|I dream and sleep: 37804|The light hath been turned to pain: 37804|_A fire_ 37804|_The fire that was fire,_ 37804|_A fire hath been turned to pain._ 37804|From the fire there rose a flame, 37804|A fire that was fire, 37804|And the three that had beheld it 37804|Were slain of it. 37804|The fire that spake abroad 37804|Spake fearfully and vile: 37804|'Lo, all the world is aflame, 37804|And the stars are in a blaze; 37804|And hell is open'd wide: 37804|And death, the death that was man, 37804|Is the death that is man!' 37804|From hell a voice it is: 37804|'Lo, the gods are in triumph: 37804|I am burnt to my heart, 37804|And smitten by the fire: 37804|For this I am no more redeemed 37804|Of the sword that was fire 37804|For the sword that was fire.' 37804|'A plague-brand and a knife, 37804|A bandage and the bed, 37804|And a good crust and a bread.' 37804|And a bandage and a knife, 37804|And a bandage and a knife, 37804|And a good crust and a bread.' 37804|'A plague of my soul for ever! 37804|And the sun that is above, 37804|'My mind is to the devil gone, 37804|And the night that is before, 37804|And my sleep, it is worse than a snare: 37804|And if I should die before 37804|From the plague of their teeth and claws, 37804|'And if I should die before 37804|From the plague of their teeth and claws.' 37804|_Morpheus, thou shalt go_ 37804|_Into the house of sorrow_ 37804|_When the stars in their glory_ 37804|_Shall go dark before those_ 37804|_Whomsoever thou mayest see._ 37804|Wake, wake, my soul, for the world is young, 37804|And the day is young, and the night is old, 37804|But the light of the day for ever is young. 37804|We shall sleep, our night is night, 37804|And what sleep we shall sleep? 37804|Wake, wake, my soul of the ======================================== SAMPLE 10580 ======================================== 1287|But what are you--and what is he? 1287|He can neither move nor go. 1287|The young dog that wags his tail, 1287|And eats at dinner the meat, 1287|No less he can't be the boy 1287|Whom I see with my own eyes! 1287|There was a girl and a boy, 1287|At a house in the country. 1287|The house was all of stone, 1287|With a window-squares of glass, 1287|In which the boy came in. 1287|And he fed upon the greens, 1287|While he laughed and laughed away 1287|His cares, as he sat there, alone. 1287|That house was never more, 1287|They had all gone abroad; 1287|And the girl and the boy lived happily ever after. 1287|To the westward, lo, 1287|A little little house is standing, 1287|With roof-tree and chimney, 1287|I took a flock 1287|Of sheep, 1287|I set them all down on the hillside, 1287|I set them in a row; 1287|I drew the curtain farther, 1287|And left them to their play. 1287|I sat me down and turned 1287|Myself through the window 1287|Upon that little boy and girl, 1287|Who sat and played there. 1287|There was a boy, too, 1287|Who was sad in his play, 1287|He was only just come out, 1287|And he looked at me 1287|With a look that seemed to be speaking. 1287|With a sad look in his eyes 1287|That seemed to be talking, 1287|"This house is like the sea-side, 1287|Where ships may come and boats go; 1287|No one ever stays in it!" 1287|He went on, he said, "I'm sick at heart, 1287|I would not now touch a rag-- 1287|I fear a dog would bite me! 1287|'Tis a curious thing that boys learn, 1287|'Tis a grievous thing to say!" 1287|In spite of himself, he laughed 1287|So loud, and so long ago! 1287|With cheeks all red and swelling, 1287|And a look of wrath in his eyes! 1287|I went out next day, I hope 1287|To see this little boy once more, 1287|And his face--how it changed! 1287|How his cheek was wrinkled, 1287|And his hair blew out behind him! 1287|You may talk of the great orators, 1287|And your speech is the stuff of legends, 1287|You may be proud that you're the author, 1287|I have no pride at all, for 1287|I often go down to this house-- 1287|At night to my Bedouins, 1287|Where the night-wind sings and plays, 1287|And the stars sparkle through the willow. 1287|"He's a boy of no account, 1287|I know him!"--The maid-cat said, 1287|"I must confess, 1287|But he's no boy at all!" 1287|"What's his age?" the little maid-cat said, 1287|"And his birth-day?" 1287|Said the little maid-cat to herself, 1287|"Do you know, my kittens, 1287|How the devil he came to be?" 1287|"No age," said the cat. 1287|"And birth-day?" 1287|"No, that's not the least." 1287|"Why, then, he's a——"--A kitten ran, 1287|But he's caught! 1287|The young cat ran to her old one, 1287|And gently cried: 1287|"He's caught! I'll give him a good one, 1287|I'll give him a sweet one!" 1287|THERE'S a little boy went out to meet a bee; 1287|He caught it, and held it close up to his nose. 1287|He kissed it, and held it still up to his eyes. 1287|He said, "What a sweet fellow, Bee-man!" ======================================== SAMPLE 10590 ======================================== 4010|I know not, Lord, if I be worthy 4010|To hold thy hand within mine own; 4010|But I, who can but ever see 4010|Thee, Lord, in sorrow, grace, and peace, 4010|Will think it high reward to be 4010|That thou in peace hast bid me go, 4010|And that my soul may bless to speak 4010|Thy happy words. My only pride 4010|Is to be obedient to thy will. 4010|If but my loving mother told me true 4010|I should not ask--what dost thou know? - 4010|Such happiness could she give away 4010|To me, as well may seem; but this I know, 4010|She loved her husband as her life, 4010|And knew she could not wish him more. 4010|Yet, may it be! If e'en my wish were this, 4010|To see thy face no more, I might become 4010|In this poor earthly world unhappy. 4010|But thy dear wife, and I, to ease the smart, 4010|Should love her love as well alone, 4010|Thy soul's devotion, which I scarce can pay 4010|In this poor earth. Yet, ah! when I conceive 4010|That I should miss, when I conceive a state, 4010|I would be false to my first fond dream, 4010|And the new thought would not bring me woe: 4010|For to wish a change as far-fetched as this 4010|Was not to be ill suffered: 'twas to die, 4010|Not to desire a change so fit to Heaven; 4010|For, though my husband, he was man of worth, 4010|And could not be my faithful partner; 4010|And though my children, every one of them: 4010|Yet was he still my all-conquering lord. 4010|And now, if he were gone, and I alone 4010|In this dark world were cast, and nought but death 4010|Was left, I ne'er might see my darling dear, 4010|My only comfort, and the light of life. 4010|Yet this my comfort, Lord, in thy sweet peace 4010|And tranquillity, may nought be less; 4010|For when thy hope is in this lady's power, 4010|In her sweet love, and fond solicitude 4010|My weakness I dissemble. Thou hast heard, 4010|My God! that I love her: now, if I might, 4010|I might at least, my love confess the more, 4010|To make her love me, while her duty did. 4010|Behold, Lord, these maidens, one and all, 4010|The first of love, the fairest of desire, 4010|With smiles the which I dare not press; 4010|I love, 'tis true, and I have learned to know 4010|As well the worth of each, its own sweet fruit; 4010|So well, they seem the fairest in my eye, 4010|Ere they have even met on field or green; 4010|But let them come--one kiss is not so sweet, 4010|Though first it find a careless lip. 4010|And lo! if I would be my own maid, 4010|I may not scorn the honour thou assign'st, 4010|Though she so fair, though she so kind, 4010|To me, a woman, a child of care, 4010|And a poor fugitive from home; 4010|But let me clasp her, cherish her, 4010|I, too, love, in many an agony; 4010|If still in tears they fall, of course I weep, 4010|And sigh, and love, and laugh, and lie, 4010|And yet in spite of these, could bear my lot, 4010|If not to pass life in a comfortless breast, 4010|To know her in full bliss and love, 4010|As if there were no threat'ning storm. 4010|And thus, dear Lord, 'twill seem my lot, 4010|To live, to love, to love, to love. 4010|And so--'tis all my own; I bear no care, 4010|I care not if I die before, ======================================== SAMPLE 10600 ======================================== 1568|And, as we watched and listened, 1568|The shadow of the blackbird 1568|Suddenly dropped in the gloom, 1568|While from the darkling houses 1568|A strange musical sound, 1568|And an abrupt whistling 1568|Of white-knitted, silver-tinselled hands 1568|From far-away garrets, 1568|The sound of small, shivered voices, 1568|The tinkling of soft silver chains, 1568|The whispering of a soft, dark tale, 1568|The whisper of old melodies, 1568|The low murmur of a small sea, 1568|And the long whine of many slaves, 1568|And the deep crash of an inland sky . . . 1568|And the blackbird came singing . . . 1568|The blackbird came singing . . . . 1568|It came from the land of the sun. 1568|It came with the flutter - 1568|The flutter of the wings of the sun, 1568|The light and the flutter of wings, 1568|The flutter of the dark of the trees, 1568|And the flutter of the sky. 1568|It came at sundown, 1568|It came in the noon - 1568|It came before the night, 1568|And it fluted down the hill. 1568|It came to the beach at evening, 1568|The flutter of the wing of the sun 1568|Touched the dark of the water, low and grey, 1568|And it whispered to me as I lay 1568|And it floated down the hill. 1568|They have gone from me . . . 1568|All that I was, all that I was worth, 1568|All that I was born to be, 1568|Is a dark cloud over my head . . . 1568|In the land of the weary and the low-hung day, 1568|I have thought of the blackbird, 1568|And watched and listened 1568|While the shadows 1568|And the dark shadows 1568|Troubled the twilight, 1568|Till the moon rose on the hill-top, 1568|And she came to me, and she sat there, 1568|Bearing the weight 1568|Of a sorrow - 1568|A heavy sorrow, 1568|Heavy with still unseen feet, 1568|While the leaves fell 1568|To the ground. 1568|But the light came from the west. 1568|And it touched the hilltop, 1568|And it touched the hill and the low-hung day, 1568|And there was silence, 1568|And that was long. 1568|It's not over yet, 1568|But I know that the light will come there 1568|In the hour of the red-cross. 1568|I know that in the morning 1568|I will lie down and hear 1568|The wings of the blackbird 1568|Swell as the leaves fall . . . 1568|I know all this 1568|But I'll be in Heaven 1568|The angel who sang . . . 1568|When the wind blows 1568|The leaves fall to the ground; 1568|When the wind blows 1568|Closer and closer 1568|With their black wings 1568|Flung with fiery and golden flashes, 1568|The dark trees stand in the wind 1568|Huge and beautiful, 1568|And the wind is like a beautiful voice over them. 1568|Out on the blue you are sailing, 1568|Through the night it's dark and cold; 1568|And I think of the blue-black clouds, 1568|That drift over you and me. 1568|You look with a smile on me 1568|With a sweet, daring kiss! 1568|And the wind is like a beautiful woman 1568|Beneath the moon, 1568|And a wind that I never will see again 1568|Is singing an old song. 1568|There's a voice in the trees 1568|That no one can hear, 1568|And so low and sweet 1568|It does not reach the soul, 1568|But only make the trees 1568|Make all night long; 1568|A voice that no one should hear, 1568 ======================================== SAMPLE 10610 ======================================== 28591|And when my heart is sad, as in the light of Heaven, 28591|It will shine, and make me glad; 28591|And when my life is sad, I think there is not 28591|A joy so sweet as joy from Him! 28591|I love Him who has given His life for me: 28591|He who has given itself for me, 28591|Not that aught be more grateful, but that, 28591|Thyself a child of His, I may be 28591|A child of His: thus, in this holy bond, 28591|I love me God, and live a child! 28591|I will not say: "If I must love thee, 28591|I will not love thee with my whole might; 28591|I will not lie down and cry in wrath, 28591|And shame thee with my tears and sighs." 28591|I will not hide me from myself, 28591|Nor shrink from the heart-wrung voice of care: 28591|I will not doff the garb that I wear, 28591|Nor quit my loved one's side! 28591|I will not shun the home where love is well, 28591|Nor turn from its bright, full life; 28591|But what the world has given to me, I take! 28591|And what I need to be a child! 28591|But what is here to thee? 28591|There is a light that comes from within, 28591|That fills the spirit like a flood, 28591|That sets itself before thine eyes 28591|In beauty far too great to be thine own! 28591|It gleams for thee; it seems to thee 28591|A vision that is far too clear, 28591|Beyond the reach of darkness or the dawn-- 28591|It comes to thy sight like a blue sky! 28591|It shines as in a dream, 28591|It seems as in a day! 28591|Thou'lt see it when the night is still; 28591|When all the stars have set; 28591|When earth's quiet day is o'er; 28591|Thou'lt see it, for thy soul is strong, 28591|And steadfast as a stone! 28591|When shadows gather round thy sleep, 28591|And all the day is still, 28591|That light is a thought of sin 28591|That lighteth ever so! 28591|When all the world is still, 28591|And all is sin and sorrowing; 28591|Thou'lt see it, for it is thy rest, 28591|And thy delight! 28591|Oh, what is this, my little one, 28591|That you have brought with you to play? 28591|A doll's box and a red rose under it, 28591|A book on Nature's magic lore; 28591|And, oh! how much it pains me, my baby, 28591|To look at you think twice before. 28591|That you have brought with you is only a toy; 28591|It is not your soul that is here; 28591|And, in my humble opinion, 28591|You do not understand your mother's prayer. 28591|To make your playbox more like a holy shrine, 28591|You've led it here upon the floor; 28591|You've taken its little pictures from their frames; 28591|And on such things you have had your play. 28591|But, though it is a toy; 'tis not _mine_, 'tis true; 28591|But still I hope you'll understand. 28591|Oh! what were child's play! 28591|It is the child's prayer said with a sigh. 28591|And then within them lies a world of thought; 28591|And what to me is all the world-- 28591|Oh, this is my little boy-- 28591|My little boy! 28591|In God's great love to each, 28591|So deep his heart is to His lore, 28591|That he can only weep for me, 28591|If He would let me weep! 28591|Oh, what was child's play-- 28591|God may not answer but I know-- 28591|For I have told Him all, 28591|All, child, all! 28591|"Have faith," said the child, 28591|"And ======================================== SAMPLE 10620 ======================================== 29378|When the little pigs come home from the butcher's shop. 29378|And when the pigs come home from the butcher's shop, 29378|What will be left for the little pigs at home? 29378|Little piggy bank, where all your tins are packed, 29378|Shelter and food for the little pigs at home; 29378|But you have no human bones to sell for money, 29378|O! no human brains to sell for human brains; 29378|Little piggy bank, where your cash is kept, 29378|Shelter and food for the little pigs at home; 29378|And you'll have no more tears to wipe your eyes, 29378|O! tears of spite, not of kindness to all. 29378|My mother she is dead and gone, 29378|She left me here with you, 29378|The child that never has been fed, 29378|The little maid that never was kissed. 29378|My little sister, she is dead, 29378|She left me with you, 29378|And I never shall come to her again-- 29378|The child that never has a brother. 29378|Now I am old enough to marry, 29378|I will have no care for you, 29378|But my old father will go with you, 29378|To carry off the good dowry, 29378|And he will care for me when I am grown, 29378|You shall be my little maid and wife-- 29378|The child that's never been fed, 29378|The little maid that never was kissed. 29378|The child that never has a brother 29378|Is the little man that lives in the wood; 29378|He will take me in his plough, and it will ease 29378|My cares for to long, when I am grown. 29378|The little man that lives in the wood, 29378|When I am a man grown up, 29378|I will hunt the deer in the evening time, 29378|And keep the good yoke of a man. 29378|The good yoke of a man grown up, 29378|When he is old and he shall learne, 29378|He will go up into his plaidie, 29378|And take the good yoke of a man. 29378|The good yoke of a man grown up, 29378|When he shall learne well to read, 29378|He will go in at the elding-time, 29378|And make a man of me, my dearie. 29378|And when I am a man grown up 29378|I will make him two bows of the corn, 29378|A great bow of the corn, and a small bow, 29378|A good yoke of the corn of my dearie: 29378|And when I am a man grown up 29378|I will bow them unto my knee 29378|And put my hands into the great white goose, 29378|That has a white feather for a feather. 29378|The white feather for a feather 29378|Is but the whiteest feather, 29378|Which can have such a white likeness: 29378|It is the most precious thing. 29378|Then take her in your hands 29378|And kiss her often, 29378|And let her lie there 29378|Warm and still, 29378|That you may warm her. 29378|The little man in the Little Man's Land 29378|Whose shoes were made of the leather by the bees 29378|He danced the dance of Youth and was crowned a king, 29378|But he was but a tiny man in the shoes of Youth. 29378|The little man in the Little Man's Land 29378|Was carried out of the way of worms and 29378|A mighty troop of Dædrees 29378|And little brooks that had little voices 29378|And little shadows that watched 29378|And did not dream or wake; only they saw and heard 29378|The little things about the little things-- 29378|And when they saw that they were certain 29378|Of what they did not see, and what they did not do,-- 29378|A mighty troop of Dædrees, 29378|They strung them up in a mighty band, 29378|A mighty troop of little birds they were; 29378|And then they were ready to fly 29378|To ======================================== SAMPLE 10630 ======================================== 1322|A little boat-load of gold dust, 1322|A little boat load of gold dust, 1322|Or would suffice me, 1322|And I can spare some few more tons, if needed to be paid for, at least as much as for 1322|My soul for all things loved and lusted at hath its sweetest tone 1322|Of lute and lyre, 1322|And all the rest of that world's pieties can do for me at all times. 1322|I might be proud to hold in my hand of a large enough quantity 1322|To give a goodly show, 1322|All the gold of a hundred times the price of a cake; and for all 1322|I should be a fool. 1322|A great big bundle! 1322|What a big bundle! 1322|What a great big bundle! 1322|What a great big bundle! 1322|It would bring out some things. 1322|And some things I should hate, and I should want to kill them, 1322|And these would go home to the people. 1322|I might stand in the wind and say aloud, 1322|I hate all this. 1322|But I'd like to see a crowd of them, 1322|And all of them men and women. 1322|I would like this crowd of people and of them, 1322|And all of them men and women. 1322|I would like to see them with their bodies bare, 1322|And their throats covered over with white cloths, 1322|And be beaten upon the backs of each, 1322|And suffer horribly. 1322|To see them with their bodies bare, 1322|But all of them men and women. 1322|I have seen the women in the boat, 1322|And I am free to say aloud, 1322|I hate all this gold so much more than this gold, 1322|And that gold is as unneeded. 1322|I'd like to see the women be kept from the beach, 1322|And the men and the boys at the helm, 1322|I'd like to see the boats go out and in, 1322|But not put them under my foot. 1322|They should be clean, and the boys should go out when the rains come, 1322|To play at the ball at the same time. 1322|For all of this I have said in the rain, 1322|And the wind is strong enough and the rains are bad enough, 1322|So I shall have the vote for you. 1322|I have tried for the vote in the sea, 1322|I have writ for the vote in the lakes, 1322|I have spoken for the vote in the air, 1322|I have written for the vote in all rivers, 1322|I have voted for the vote myself, 1322|I am free to say I hate all this gold, 1322|That I loathe and hate all this gold. 1322|It is easy to break out in a song of the joy of the great world, 1322|it is easy to sing of its happiness and its beauty. 1322|It is easy, the way with a boy! 1322|You have the boyhood of youth, 1322|The boyhood of manhood, if you will. 1322|You can have a right to the boyhood's warmth, 1322|Of the youthfulness of manhood, and also the boyhood's joys, 1322|You can have my youth for your own, and with my youthfulness, 1322|I have always loved the world, 1322|I have ever loved it ever, yea, even in the day of my days, 1322|Even when other people never loved it, and I was but a child. 1322|When I am strong and young, 1322|A good boy, I will be, 1322|And it is easy to tell my songs, 1322|Easy, sing them quietly, 1322|Easy, to tell you I sing them and say them to you as a man. 1322|It is easy, I cannot fight, 1322|It is easy, you must go, 1322|And go to the world, and live in pleasure, or to the world, 1322|Go to the world, I say, 1322|In the world I live for you, 1322|And will forever of you, 1322| ======================================== SAMPLE 10640 ======================================== 1719|As they have done for many centuries. 1719|The night was dark; the last man had climbed up 1719|The side of the great tower, but a white light 1719|Burned on the darkness, and the wind swept low 1719|The dust from over the castle: for the knights 1719|Had left their horses for the journey. 1719|But Arthur went down 1719|And lay in a strange land, where his bones are cold; 1719|By no man's path: 1719|And he had gone down, as if to search and see 1719|What way the day was to its end. Now, when 1719|They came to the valley, they found him there 1719|In the green fields looking over the side 1719|Of one big rock called the Blatant Rocks, 1719|A stone for his own eye to study. 1719|A black man there by the spring 1719|With a long sword by his side. 1719|And as he turned his head, a gleam of fire 1719|Startled and frightened him, 1719|And the man said, "What a devilish thing for man!" 1719|And the other answered, "Hate us, you!" 1719|"Ah, you are both men," said the black man. "But 1719|You see that there's something odd in this. 1719|You know that we are the Kings of this land; 1719|We are the Kings of him who gave it you 1719|And kept it from being taken away 1719|For the pride of an old name in a wrong place, 1719|As he promised." 1719|A black man said, "Let us go back! 1719|We know no more of the past, save that we are Kings." 1719|And of their land the grey-headed men of the Kings 1719|Cried, "For our old lord's sake give us back the world." 1719|And they were silent; and Arthur bade them lie, 1719|And show him his hand. 1719|"In God's name of the world!" said the King; 1719|"Shall I send for you men?" 1719|And the black men said, "No; our Lords will make 1719|Us an answer to the question, no man's king." 1719|And Arthur said, "My white hand is as steel 1719|To lift our word to the world." 1719|"We who are Kings," said the King, 1719|"Know what will happen to us as we live-- 1719|What is our choice? 1719|If no man answer us to our requests, 1719|We who are Kings, shall we still seek the world? 1719|Shall we still find ways and means to feed our thirst 1719|For some great love and glory to make us Kings? 1719|Shall there be more Kings in the land of the world?" 1719|Then the black men looked at each other and said, 1719|"That would never be!" 1719|And the grey-heads said, "We dare not dream, 1719|Let us lie still in the dust and listen." 1719|And Arthur knelt down in the stone and took 1719|A sword of his own. 1719|And a black king, holding it at the blade, 1719|Said, "A king has no sword; there is a king, 1719|One of the thrones of the stars. 1719|When in death a man leaves the world, and goes 1719|To the darkness, and the darkness bears him, 1719|It is his due and he is lord by right; 1719|If he is sick, or he hath wronged a wife, 1719|Or he hath done any wrong, 1719|It is his right to do him right, and let him. 1719|Let him go down the road with the dead, and be 1719|As the poor man that died." 1719|And he laid the mighty blade, and a smile 1719|Fell upon him, as he saw the smile of kings 1719|That would never speak of wrong or let him speak; 1719|But the white King said, "Go up and seek him out; 1719|And the King who is King among Kings will send 1719|For thee here, and thou shalt find him in the light, 1719 ======================================== SAMPLE 10650 ======================================== 1471|The heart of a flower by the lips of a maid 1471|Is the flower of love, whose heart is in a brook. 1471|Love is God's creation, and not man's; and thou 1471|Art the flower, the sun, the soul of my love. 1471|So I look from my palace window, and she 1471|Shines through my gates, Godlike; but I look not back. 1471|I am the sun; but thy lover is not I; 1471|I am the west wind, that laughs in the sun; 1471|And thou art the flower, O heart, for thy love; 1471|And I am the flower. In my gardens, all around, 1471|Flowers appear in glory, and maidens there 1471|Bend o'er them with their fingers; and the air 1471|Sways the sweet bells of lilies that blow; 1471|And over the bowers the dewy June rains 1471|And the dandelions, and all the day long 1471|The daisies run, long yellow daffodils; 1471|And all the night long through the flowery night 1471|The flustered moon comes wandering up and down. 1471|For love is God's creation, and not man's; 1471|He is its Sun, and its Moon, and its sea; 1471|And love is God's promise of the things to be,-- 1471|Love to my heart, love to my soul alone. 1471|Yours is God's world, where a woman walks 1471|The sunless gardens with a soul like hers-- 1471|Who stoops from a heaven not made of stone, 1471|That man may enter, and not hear the voice 1471|Of the mute things that dwell in it, but yet 1471|Feel the heart-throb of life--the sense of grace, 1471|The beauty and the ecstasy of life, 1471|Whose very touch may have a magic power 1471|To make a rose-leaf withered and soft. 1471|Woman is God's image, fashioned fair, 1471|Ranged round and set in a circle fair, 1471|In a wise quiet way; for God is God, 1471|And woman must be in a wise calm way. 1471|Woman is God's image still, even there, 1471|Yea, the small round God; for God is man. 1471|Woman is God's image in a circle fair,-- 1471|For God is man! There is no law in God. 1471|She is His bride, and He loveth her 1471|As God loves man; and when they are parted, 1471|She shall look on God as if she were a child. 1471|As a child looks on God, so I on God; 1471|But what is God's justice unto her? 1471|For God is greater than her and all his folk,-- 1471|The Lord of all creation, and she man. 1471|God is her lover, but in a wonderous way 1471|So is she God's lover: God is no more 1471|Than a little child is; yet she must be 1471|A wonder of majesty, and not for nought. 1471|O, woman is God's image, made fair-- 1471|No woman; nay, the image of the Soul. 1471|O, woman is God's glory, made fair; 1471|Nay, woman is the image of the Flesh. 1471|She is God's glory, as the light in a glass 1471|Is God's glory by the living light, 1471|That in us may live, and be, and be, 1471|The God that is, the God that should be, 1471|And God has made her, the Lord God's delight: 1471|And that's enough, for all men are of God. 1471|She is God's joy, the Lord hath made her, 1471|And the Lord hath given; and her life is sweet 1471|As a new song in spring-time sung, 1471|That God, who is God, hath chosen to sing. 1471|For man shall live when woman dies, 1471|And woman's life shall be a mystery. 1471|And she shall walk a thousand paths 1471|In a world ======================================== SAMPLE 10660 ======================================== 18396|A' that I love her. 18396|Come, O come, and I will gae, 18396|Come, I will gae aboon, 18396|Come, my dear luve, come, come away! 18396|Come, my love, come away. 18396|O haud your tongue, and don't mak' a noise, 18396|I 'll nothing like no dish but a glass of beer, 18396|The best I ever did see, and the best tout 18396|That ever did drink. GARLAND. 18396|O hail ye, luve, for my sake, 18396|I 'll nae spier for nane but a cry or two; 18396|'Tis the gree, though ye wad 'twas the wine, 18396|That spoils all the rest but the heart inside. 18396|And I 'll aiblins come back again 18396|If it 's you that I 've lain about my knee, 18396|And I wad be laith wi' you both for ae blink. 18396|I have wept and sobbed, and I laughed and cried, 18396|Till my heart was like jessamine's painted blue; 18396|Now I cair my heart a bit, and I vow, 18396|If but there 's nae tholin' when I walk, 18396|I 'll come nae mair to the places I 've left. 18396|I aiblins will come thrawart again 18396|If but the lads that had loved me at kirk-break 18396|Gin o' me a hoose, and the same siller bree; 18396|If but a bluid of my father's ale 18396|Dwarfs o' love in the heart, and the pair 18396|That in my cheeks had staw'd like a spring-tide tide, 18396|Shower'd on me at kirk-break on the same. 18396|I will be the first to come back again, 18396|And to thank these my luve that they had known me, 18396|And that I am thine for ever, I swear, 18396|For I could not have lived without thy smile. 18396|Merry, do you say "Merry Wallis"? 18396|I say "Merry Wallis"-- 18396|But my mither calls me "Merry Wall." 18396|Merry, do you say "Merry Wall"! 18396|I say "Merry Wallis"-- 18396|But my luve does call me "Merry Wall." 18396|Merry, do you say "Merry Wallis"! 18396|I say "Merry Wallis"-- 18396|But my mind still has Pats and Wassails o'erhead; 18396|For they may lie, and they may sough, and they may rust, 18396|And the gowden lustre o' the barque o' yore may glow, 18396|And the glories o' the barque o' yore remain, 18396|And all glory is gone, and the glory it had, 18396|And it lies in a land and no man knows where, 18396|Where now the barque of Billy's Bar and Goggy's Bar 18396|Pass o'er the rock, and o'er the water, and o'er the lee; 18396|And nane 's heard o' the tale over the mountains and seas, 18396|And never a song of "Merry, Mally's o'er the wave". 18396|Come, come and listen to me, 18396|The sun is warm on the braes, 18396|The braes that were sweet with the night, 18396|Are cold and grim as death. 18396|The stars glitt'ring in the skies, 18396|They bid the night be fair; 18396|But their charms may not all be 18396|The glads that smiled for you. 18396|While on yon bonny bank I see 18396|The glen so fair and bright, 18396|I 'm fain to think that it was made ======================================== SAMPLE 10670 ======================================== 8672|The mirth that's round your lips 8672|Makes each one sing 8672|When you are by for chat. 8672|You sit alone 8672|By the fire a clock in the gloom, 8672|And the little birds 8672|Sing and flap 8672|And with music rife, 8672|You know how their round songs ring: 8672|How they flutter in the flame; 8672|You seem to hear 8672|How the little birds 8672|Talk about the fire, 8672|And are ready for more when they hear. 8672|When at length you turn in your door, 8672|And stand all bewildered and still, 8672|A shadow crosses the candle flame 8672|And shakes the leaves in the smoke; 8672|You think its shadow is you, 8672|And know that you're alone, 8672|And the world is growing sad. 8672|When you meet that shadow again, 8672|And it's silent and yet more still, 8672|You think you're talking to your dead: 8672|You hear the little birds 8672|Babbling of a dead fire 8672|That was burned brightly with gladness then. 8672|How do you think the world will feel 8672|When you have gone out a-muttering? 8672|When you've nothing to fill your thoughts, 8672|And when you've nothing to mend; 8672|When you've neither friend nor foe, 8672|Yet are all things--kind, brave, just, 8672|And live happy everywhere. 8672|You've grown all old and fair, I'm sure, 8672|Since I saw you last, 8672|And so wise and well disposed 8672|I wished that I could hide my head 8672|And live quiet in my grave; 8672|But little did I wish you know 8672|That the world, you and your smile 8672|All laugh and think and talk to me, 8672|And now I'm not afraid to say 8672|That I'm wiser than you are. 8672|No more in the village grey 8672|Do you hear our noisy drum, 8672|The sound of which makes us feel 8672|A kind of glad surprise 8672|At having heard it in the night, 8672|Which so loudly cheers our ears, 8672|And makes us start and run 8672|When it thrills us, I've no fears 8672|To leave that noisy drum 8672|Where it first has sounded long 8672|And put on new coats again 8672|For such a night as this. 8672|The village grey may be quiet, 8672|And we may lie and sleep 8672|And not be troubled when heard in the night, 8672|But when there's a sound like that, 8672|And we've a welcome to our eyes 8672|From all familiar faces. 8672|The night is quiet as death 8672|And the night is quite alone; 8672|But when night does come we'll know what to do 8672|And what we can and shall do 8672|When he comes to look after life 8672|And do for us as best. 8672|Where a little boy who's had his head 8672|Stirred like a feather in his bed, 8672|He lay asleep. He dreamed he heard 8672|A foot on the window pane. He opened 8672|At the sound of Mary's voice; a hand 8672|Nursed him and so with gentle touch 8672|Was placed upon his head. Then came 8672|A new-born thought and a swift thought, 8672|To leave the window and go home. 8672|A dog and a girl, for nought to do 8672|When the boy was asleep, lay down 8672|And put out their noses, and slept 8672|With the boy that woke in the old place. 8672|The girl she put on her best clothes 8672|When she went that way; but in the night 8672|She was troubled when she heard a sound 8672|Of laughter and ran to the window 8672|Where he was lying, and caught a sight 8672|Where the girl and the dog together lay 8672|Under the window's shadow. There 8672|They knew that it was not that man ======================================== SAMPLE 10680 ======================================== 8796|"This," he exclaim'd, "is a marvel of rare proof, 8796|Believ'st thou not? it hath so often mir'd 8796|Both him and me, we scarce believe it's real. 8796|I had it not seen, so soon it vanish'd!" 8796|Now, when he had ceas'd, the Wise Man vision'd 8796|That none would pause to question, mistaking slowness 8796|Of his steed, who subsequent to Manus 8796|Stood erect. And now arrived at the point, 8796|Where highest the ascent would behoove me, 8796|Arys, against my left, "It is already 8796|Such time," said she, "that in the river's mouth 8796|The time it behoves us to make ready." 8796|yea, all things that are between, and measure 8796|Lakes and bounds them with high walls.] 8796|principle of the heathen.] 8796|residing in the fountain. The story, as well as 8796|the account given in his "History," does not 8796|appear to have been founded on facts or particulars 8796|concerning those persons or places, as will be perceived, 8796|which are alleged to have been commissioned by 8796|Apollo to assist in his election to the heavenly realm. 8796|But it is certain that this superstition was among the heathen 8796|immortals. St. Augustin has already averred that they were 8796|unto each other in love. They would have then been 8796|welcome as friends, and it was not surprising that the 8796|angels, from their own knowledge and action, should 8796|have formed an attachment to the Booke of Love. 8796|As the present Angel was coming towards us from the east, 8796|he brake off short of hurrying us with speed, and came 8796|against our left hand. "The reason," said he, "that I 8796|turn away, is because of this conjured booke, which, being 8796|smaller than the other, seems to have been drawn away 8796|by its own force." Then he said to me, "Even as the Nile 8796|runs across the desert, so does love enter here; and 8796|because the measure of this river is small, here our eyes 8796|will clearer be of those which are obscured by the river 8796|on each side. But that fair lodge, where we are pent, is 8796|rent by one that is not there; and hence it will be harder 8796|for you to penetrate this people, who are 8796|entering so near." This was what I beheld as I gazed. 8796|ROCHESTER, Written for the first time. 8796|O ye! who have nothing to show to others, but where fame 8796|prompts you to venture, make not your eye so blind as that 8796|you may see no reflection in the mirror; but be ye 8796|learned, that in judging others see with the discernment 8796|of a just man. 8796|Teacher of self-devotion, whose name denotes 8796|that the soul that abandons is founder, 8796|Advise me, that I may proceed upon my journey, 8796|upward by narrowing my way and raising my own. 8796|I am unwilling, if truly I may say what so advanc'd 8796|my hope, to intrude into the business of another's speech; 8796|and especially into those pallid tracks, which the 8796|following steps have worn. For which cause I have, wherever I 8796|have taught, rememb'red the lesson, not in words alone, but 8796|with the help of lean textual documents. 8796|The first source from which I took my text, was the 8796|Epicurean 'Dram Dictionary' (found in the archives of the 8796|Diocese of Venice, where I had lately left my instrument 8796|and other articles, when I came thither, where I 8796|dwelt. The term 'Episcopate,' according to which are 8796|celebrated by the poets of Greece, 'the dramastici dwdekt 8796|peridneis ambrodii ======================================== SAMPLE 10690 ======================================== 1365|In the midst of his own grove. 1365|Here in the very heart of a forest and sea-girdled isle 1365|He was born and raised. "I was the youngest child," says he, 1365|"And then came three on my mother's side. So I went to sea, 1365|And drowned, or rather was drowned, in the gulf of the Caspian;" 1365|And now is coming up to him, and he is a singer too. 1365|He was born and bred in the town of the Turks and the Greeks, 1365|But as he was old and grey he chose an apart place 1365|In the mountains, which is better than a city for age, 1365|And a house at the center of the cornfield he built. 1365|"It was there I first heard the singer's songs," says he, 1365|"When we lived up there upon Long Island together; 1365|But his was a language I could not well understand, 1365|For he sang in the Hebrew tongue of Joshua. 1365|"I told him I did not like his songs, for they seemed to me 1365|Rather to be made up of quaint old expressions of wonder; 1365|He took it for a joke, but never did pass it by; 1365|And when I asked him what he meant, he would say at once,-- 1365|"I intend to build a house there upon the plain, 1365|In the land of the Persians, and the rock is so high!" 1365|"And how did Solomon go there?"-- 1365|"On a donkey-back, with a flock of swine, 1365|That grazed upon the swards at Crete's shore; 1365|And to the Persians he conveyed a message, 1365|That a message no man of men could doubt." 1365|"And what did he say and carry?" 1365|As the young man paused he drew his breath again. 1365|Thereon he sat him down once more by the boy's side, 1365|And the words ceased to flow of the prophet-songster's voice, 1365|And the old man's eyes were filled with compassion and pity, 1365|And in silent pity and compassion also. 1365|"This is I," said he, "the voice of the living and sure, 1365|Who told you the eternal secrets of the world,-- 1365|The secrets of life and death, good and evil, good and bad, 1365|"And the secrets of death, which alone there is no turning, 1365|Which are so dark and mysterious, that a mortal's eyes 1365|Would be blinding to behold them, were they ever lighted! 1365|So that men should come to be in the days to be, 1365|And that a true and steadfast faith should rule all the world. 1365|"Therefore is this place of rest in the land of the Persians, 1365|Where the rocks are broad, and they protect us and guard us, 1365|And the water is deep, and in the fountains cool, 1365|And is the haven of ships that carry men and goods! 1365|"The day and night is the same here in the land of the Persians, 1365|Till night comes in the dawn, and the day in the light; 1365|And the peace of the Lord, and a quiet home-keeping, 1365|"Are the three principal things that a man needs to know. 1365|The third are the miracles that happen in the world. 1365|We have all seen such, and what miracle is there to marvel at 1365|But I tell you of some of the miracles that are done 1365|In this land, and of the mysteries and wonders I tell you, 1365|"There is the sun, and the great red sun, that shines on the land; 1365|There are three arches, or windows, over the large and wide world, 1365|And in the north of this country is a region of secrets and wonders, 1365|"And there are three wonders that do astonish the people; 1365|The first of them is the great white eagle that is soaring, 1365|And the second is the wonder of the Persian name for day. 1365|The third of them are the mysteries of the universe, 1365|And the mysteries are all hidden in the sun and the moon and stars ======================================== SAMPLE 10700 ======================================== 19385|That love is a thing that never can fade; 19385|But there's a love-fraught moment in a life like mine 19385|E'en when it's o'er. 19385|The gale that across the snow-clad mountains blows 19385|And ruffles all the air with wildest whirl, 19385|Is like a voice with music coming low, 19385|'Twould stir the fountains in the mountain brook, 19385|And all the waves would sing, 19385|Oh! I believe, in sunshine, in a dream, 19385|The love that's spoken in my troubled breast. 19385|How oft would I lie awake in the cold, 19385|And gaze across the midnight field, 19385|And watch the deep moonshine on the shore, 19385|Where the river waves are dancing low, 19385|And laugh beneath the moon! 19385|I have heard of bowers on lonely vales 19385|With fairy cots and lily-shieling piles, 19385|And the lovely music of the rills 19385|That wander round like dreams, 19385|I have heard of maiden maids who dwelt 19385|With brooding eyes so tenderly serene, 19385|And the blushing tresses of their hair 19385|That drooped to the nape. 19385|I have heard of holy walks that lead 19385|The weary soul to God; 19385|I have heard of the gentle airy rings 19385|That wander o'er the land; 19385|But to know the smile of the dear voice, 19385|To feel the touch of woman-love, 19385|To see her trembling hand, to hear 19385|Her sigh, her prayer, her kiss, 19385|Were sweeter far than all the songs 19385|I ever heard or felt, 19385|Or else that sweet, strange night of love, 19385|When a heart that knows no songs can speak, 19385|And I, my soul, could tell. 19385|Aye, sweeter by far to trace the lines 19385|Of the fair, deep look she shows, 19385|And hear them melt into smiles that are 19385|The purest things to me, 19385|Though the voice is low, and the soft ring 19385|Of an earnest look is gone; 19385|Yet though the lids of a sweet maiden's eye 19385|Are lowered a little, 19385|Her bosom, its full pride, will glow with love 19385|To see what the fair one may be,-- 19385|To know that she sees more than the others. 19385|'Tis in the memory of her old days 19385|She yearns for some remembrance 19385|That she has never seen in her life, 19385|Yet still loves her true heart's pride, 19385|And is aye longing to be told, 19385|How sweet was the home's quietness, 19385|As she stood at the open door, 19385|When the garden was a lonely spot 19385|And she went and laughed aloud for joy, 19385|'Neath the shade of the old-fashioned elm. 19385|And the garden's beauty she would fill 19385|With music, and with song, 19385|And she would bring with her a basket of flowers, 19385|And a soft, green basket full of fruit: 19385|And she would take some bread, and make her cup 19385|A little cup for her hand to fill, 19385|And then will the singing of the children cease, 19385|And the singing of the birds go down. 19385|All day long the little dames would sing, 19385|And laugh round her in their glee, 19385|But the mirth would be more soft, and all 19385|The laughter end in sobbing and weeping. 19385|I have heard the old man tell, 19385|Where the river's winding flow 19385|Sends a singing sound along, 19385|That a young lady fair 19385|Is coming by the stream. 19385|How fair the billows seem! 19385|How green the meadows lie! 19385|How sweet the day the maidens lead! 19385|Aye, they will look, as they look now-- 19385|Beneath ======================================== SAMPLE 10710 ======================================== 18500|There's a song o' bents and brents, 18500|And I'm sure I hear it o' auld men; 18500|And aye I'm sure I hear it o' auld men. 18500|If it's a' for money, 18500|Or his fiddle's playing, 18500|And ane can spare a gill, 18500|He can send for me, 18500|I'll send for you, my bonnie Jean. 18500|My love wha wafts me o'er the sea; 18500|I'm a'y near the drink, near the food, 18500|In the house whare people set me a-hopperin'; 18500|An' whiles whiles whiles whan they mak me a-jokin'. 18500|My love wha mak me cozie frae the fox, 18500|I wha wad think o' the wark, wi' the lintie: 18500|He's ower far at a' things whilk he's ca'd, 18500|So I ken he's gien' me a bit o' the grinch. 18500|There was three kings into the east, 18500|Three kings both great and high, 18500|And they hae sworn a solemn oath 18500|John Barleycorn should die. 18500|They took a plow and a plow-beam, 18500|They laid them o'er the land; 18500|And they hae sworn a solemn oath 18500|John Barleycorn was dead. 18500|They took a pipe and played them a tune, 18500|John Barleycorn was a merry airle, 18500|Fame out there spread wi' a leaf, 18500|John Barleycorn was a merry man! 18500|When he was slain they threw him down with glee, 18500|John Barleycorn was a merry man! 18500|O he shall be amen for aye, 18500|And our land may say His praise; 18500|John Barleycorn, a merry man! 18500|As I am a labourer, 18500|I'll sow my bit and bicker, 18500|I'll thrash my flail and flatter, 18500|And I'm sure I'll mak a liar of them a'. 18500|When I was a lad in the woodlands 18500|I lived by me ain mither, 18500|I had nae need o' a syne sera, 18500|My heart was fu' o' saut, my wi'er was freath. 18500|I set me a dram o' liquor, 18500|The wind was blowing strongly, 18500|I cast my neck aneath his knee, 18500|Then I spak oot wi' fervour. 18500|And I promise to be faithful 18500|Till death betein the king's ha', 18500|My heart wi' my mither's warmth shall glow, 18500|The wind blaws in my face like saut sea. 18500|When my heart wist o' John Barleycorn, 18500|A wanton frae her lyf-leif; 18500|Thae king's men gang her awa' like a drucken whale, 18500|And gang her awa' again. 18500|Their hearts as blythe and gay, 18500|As a merry, gaudy boy, 18500|Sair, as the lave o' the fair lave, 18500|Fu' o' sindy money sae blue. 18500|I've a pair o' pawkie feet, 18500|That are black to behold; 18500|But I've no braid taskes atwame, 18500|To run a lang hind amang'. 18500|I've no braid taskes but a few 18500|O' my bonnie silver toes; 18500|My hair's the bauldest in the band, 18500|As bauldest o' ane may be. 18500|Beneath my nose is a lassie, 18500|That cloots like a coof or a bock; 18500|She's a dainty wee thing to see, 18500|And I'm as lang wi' her mither. 18500|She has a gow ======================================== SAMPLE 10720 ======================================== 1304|And thou didst wake, and with thee lay thine empty glass? 1304|When all men's thoughts are borne in state 1304|Within their fathers' halls, 1304|The world's great heart beats on the wind, 1304|With many an auld-country song; 1304|But O, that song arose on mine, 1304|As from the mountains grey; 1304|The music of the Southall bells, 1304|And O my Byron, O thy wit, thy wit! 1304|When thy wild notes were blowing, 1304|And a' the warld for living grew, 1304|Thou wert the gladest man on earth; 1304|The fairest woman; 1304|An auld man might not agree 1304|With aye his five cot surrey; 1304|But ever at thy window lea 1304|They were three tears from the warld away; 1304|Thou mak'st the morna' goodly sight, 1304|And I am blythe at thy window lea. 1304|But now to tak a wife I gaun slack, 1304|As I have tane before; 1304|For a' my troubles ane be spoken now 1304|That I hae e'er been spoken to. 1304|O may I be content wi' a wife, 1304|The fairest, langest, and sae hire, 1304|And in her presence set my face 1304|Gane pawkie and sarnie 1304|As I gaed in my auld gray breeks, 1304|The boozie I sat nane o'er my shoulder, 1304|And took a wife in An Bord ae day; 1304|I made o' siller, though I paid o' blood; 1304|I paid me just, and gied the laird 1304|And the nicht I gat, I gied my ain, 1304|I gied my heart, and the laird and the bairn, 1304|And ony body was there baith dead or dead. 1304|The auld sun rose frae the auld sea, 1304|And cast his beams sae bonny blue, 1304|That by and by on the glen cam; 1304|My little white lambs they cuddled at home; 1304|It was but the mornin' and the mornin'. 1304|I cam into the garden gate, 1304|Wi' a' my wark and saddles three, 1304|And there I met my little maid, 1304|The twa lovely things we had, 1304|Wi' her I'd a' changed my suit, 1304|And she was mine for a' the tow'rs; 1304|Hadn't she got two thousand pound, 1304|She should hae gang through auld or young. 1304|But, had I been her father, 1304|And she was his, a' things had been, 1304|O what should hae hap, when the two 1304|Were in their pretty beds i' the mornin'? 1304|The mornin' light is glintin' thro' the trees, 1304|And the first beams of the sun their course are making: 1304|The green grasses and the bents are rearsitting; 1304|The willows, and the lilies, frae the snaw, 1304|Are makin' faces at the coming of the days. 1304|But O, how sad and dreary can be day 1304|That men should have to suffer frae saft e'en! 1304|They see the clouds, and say their wormy prayers, 1304|For they maun lea'e the day that brings them dee. 1304|"Blythe wif, blythe wif, leave me baith green, 1304|And maun sweetly sleep on my breast awhile; 1304|I will think on thee, and all the joyes thou hast had, 1304|And think on thee now, and sleep a while with thee." 1304|He to his chamber opened the door 1304|Wi' grave, and silent, grave a' things, 1304|To shut the light out fast bedadding night-- 1304|But in the ======================================== SAMPLE 10730 ======================================== 16059|Este aunque la más bandera 16059|¡Qué hartizaron la vía! 16059|A quien cuando me un hombre 16059|Que en la calma que me siente 16059|A quien yo en el cuerpo es mío 16059|Pasaban su austeridad 16059|Con un día de término rosas, 16059|La puerta de mí no le dente 16059|No visteáis la calma parecen, 16059|Yo viéndote con otras sombra 16059|No visteáis le correr vienes: 16059|No visteáis los mis ojos! 16059|¡Qué hartizaron las flores! 16059|Este cuantos es nuestra mano 16059|Es el que no me pone de dar, 16059|Que le perdido se le manifestan 16059|Pues, cuánto, hartó, desplegada 16059|A que paseáis la calma mía. 16059|¡Qué tiempo! ¡que no le diría 16059|Las flores que se le manifestan 16059|Pues, cuánto, habéis al áspero arro 16059|Con ásperos, siempre es posible 16059|Niñez, niñez, que le manifestan 16059|Pues, cuánto, pues, en esta puerta le ventía: 16059|¡Qué es la calma mía! yo á poco y yo poco 16059|En un cortège veníen los esclavos. 16059|¡Oh, cuántos bienes y dar, 16059|Yo cuánto sabeis fueras son 16059|De mi puerta tasa el santo lado 16059|Y de mi alma al cuello mostrado 16059|En el pueblo del rostro amado, 16059|El estado de los castellanos 16059|El que le adornará la sombra 16059|De la sierra del seno de Océan. 16059|Canta la primera dulce: 16059|La strugge serena escondida 16059|Llena su vergonzoso fiereza; 16059|Mas si á los pies al fin el arrojos 16059|Llenos fuentes de vergonzoso. 16059|Y como le dar presente en él según: 16059|Una voz entre las flores al corvej. 16059|No marchará su voz... 16059|¡Ocupada al Parque, mi Padre! 16059|Entre las flores serena la vega, 16059|En que el hombre la agave al niento 16059|Y el ángel al hondo de mi muñeca 16059|El marinero, la alzada fama 16059|Á los desgraciada de mis ojos, 16059|Y el altenó la hermosa mano 16059|Vierais al zafir que jamás en mi espada. 16059|El hombre á las flores serena 16059|Se puedencer la espada, 16059|Espera su dicha fiereza, 16059|El hondo de mi espada, 16059|Yo le encarece tochega. 16059|Sobre las flores serena, 16059|Que sus pies encendiendo 16059|Por los pies del sol. 16059|¡Oh vergonzoso salva! 16059|¡Y puede me dió en vano 16059|Del cáliz de hemosozos! 16059|No hay pasa que salva, 16059|Que su mirada no impresas. 16059|Todo cual vergonzoso puedo, 16059|Como en la cualquier hielo, 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 10740 ======================================== 1365|"To you, dear mother, and to your own heart, 1365|As many as we speak here of, have grown 1365|Homeward once more, with the same good luck 1365|They left behind, with the same delight 1365|And the same peace they sought." 1365|Said the little nurse, 1365|"And so, dear mother, you are coming soon, 1365|And you look so tired, and I must rest. 1365|We cannot be long on this forgery 1365|Till at length the sun has risen red 1365|Over the western hills, and over the sea. 1365|Then, dear mother, you will rest in the shade, 1365|And I will stand at the window 1365|Telling time, 'twixt the sound of horn and hush, 1365|Old Cæcilla's Dawn, and my own heart's dream." 1365|And the mother answered with maiden air, 1365|"When I am at home I will stand at the gate, 1365|And beg of the nurse to set me on hand 1365|And see the old women in gray." 1365|And the nurse told her 1365|To lead the way, but with a frown at the gate 1365|She shook her head and said, "Not yet, not yet!" 1365|She turned, and with her other handmaids, and still 1365|A silence hung about, save where the rush 1365|Of water from the mountain-passes broke 1365|On the gray twilight; then the horn blew shrill, 1365|And a light-haired minstrel came dancing to her, 1365|And whispered with her, 1365|"Why are you silent, child? It is not meet, 1365|In a land so famous and of high birth, 1365|To bid so welcome company. 1365|"For one of you, 1365|Be silent, too, and listen, till I teach 1365|A stranger to kneel down and in prayer 1365|Tell God, O mother, for her sake, who sent 1365|Thee to this land, to please him with an ear 1365|Who from the first and to the last, 1365|And by her every day, 1365|With his great gift of soul, he would requite 1365|With words of love and praise, as thou shalt hear. 1365|"A little child, I came, 1365|A little child with gold upon my breast, 1365|And now this precious treasure hath no place 1365|Within my heart. 1365|I know it well, 1365|For with our forefathers 'twas we who took 1365|The treasure, and to the gathering years 1365|Of sorrow bore it back; for as the treasure 1365|We loved, we took, not only from the thief 1365|Who stole it from us. Who would not seek, 1365|When he had brought the gift, more in the gift 1365|Than to our eyes could understand? 1365|"And now, and now, and ever, mother, speak 1365|A word to us and teach us, and we strive 1365|To speak it, and the people all applaud. 1365|Our voices fill the temple; and we feel, 1365|O mother, you are worthy of the fame 1365|Of so much service done for so long a time, 1365|So far beyond us all others; and above 1365|All, your love has brought us. The old maids 1365|Are proud with many a story, and are proud 1365|Of the memory of their late, young lovers; 1365|And each and all are proud that they have loved 1365|Who have been great-hearted as you were. 1365|"You have not forgotten; now, as then, 1365|I am proud to love you, and with you 1365|Are not of all of the past proud; I dare 1365|The task that is yet in great souls ordained; 1365|I dare the task, and must; for the great ones 1365|Who have lived, are living yet to be remembered. 1365|"We, the good old people, have not lived 1365|With any faults our forefathers had. 1365|We have not known a shame, or any ill 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 10750 ======================================== 27221|With solemn, thoughtful, and profound, 27221|Sole voice, sole judgment, and sole sense, 27221|He roused, by sacred inspiration, 27221|The soul to higher thought and pow'rs. 27221|And when the genial warmth succeeded 27221|Of richer stream and milder air, 27221|Thrice were his sacred hands extended 27221|O'er other lands and kindred, wide 27221|On foreign shores the mighty reach; 27221|Four times with terror through the wilderness 27221|Wide o'er the ocean's billowy maze, 27221|He led the wand'ring victims on 27221|Into the dim, unsurveyed deep. 27221|O'er the deep sea they are borne 27221|On the glad wings of God! 27221|But the world's great sire awakes, 27221|All its ills and hate for ever past, 27221|And with impassioned voice he greets 27221|The world's new born Christ, and bids him rise. 27221|Then, as from earth's remotest springs 27221|The nymphs, for ever placid, left their deeps, 27221|And the lone ocean round them waved her wave, 27221|The whole deep was enwrapt in silence pure, 27221|Where the mystic voice of the Siren pours 27221|Low, deep, solemn dreary moans, and dies. 27221|And, where the waves of the wide calm sleep, 27221|The ocean-winds are silent, far and wide, 27221|And, where the tide of the placid calm 27221|Sleeps, and no tempest the deep consumes, 27221|The ocean-cry of the Siren sobs, 27221|And, far below, the Ocean-pillars break. 27221|Then from her deep, reposed bosom, falls 27221|Upon her lover's cheek a sleep that never wanes, 27221|And smiles a smile in his kind fancy's way, 27221|And all his soul beneath the placid brim 27221|Of her fair, unmurmuring, restful eye sleeps sound. 27221|O'er the deep sea they are borne, 27221|On the glad wings of God! 27221|And the world's great sire awakes, 27221|All its ills and hate for ever past, 27221|And with impassioned call, 27221|Wakes the world's new born Christ, and greets 27221|The world's new born Christ with praises that never fade. 27221|Then from a thousand bowers and groves, 27221|In the bright air of dawning June, 27221|The Lamb of God assiduous went, 27221|And bore a bride unto the light 27221|From out the amber of the East; 27221|And when the Lamb of God found shade, 27221|He murmured softly, 'I am trod 27221|Upon yet once more by the children of earth.' 27221|The bridegroom heard the sound of woe, 27221|They fell upon one another: 27221|O'erwhelmed with deep distress, the scorn 27221|Of all the world, the young man quailed, 27221|And scarcely would the angel flap 27221|His wing above the trembling bride. 27221|But when he saw the virgin blush, 27221|He clasped her in a ring, 27221|And kissed her lips that scarce were parted 27221|And fondled with a kiss 27221|Her form almost beatified, 27221|For woeful thought upon the soul 27221|He knew his guest was near to die; 27221|Then to the altar, by the shrined 27221|Inward flame, and by the kisses blest, 27221|Breathed back to him the sacramental breath. 27221|And the great Lord of Life, as when 27221|A holy and a glad company 27221|With consecrating rites rejoice, 27221|Tasted of the sacred well-wrought 27221|And consecrated vina,-- 27221|The blood of lamb or deer or goat, 27221|The cup from off the altar sent, 27221|The consecrating salt he tasted, 27221|And cried, 'O holy and glad, 27221|With thee I worship God once more.' 27221 ======================================== SAMPLE 10760 ======================================== 21505|I have not come from those my father or-- 21505|The son I have not loved, has done no more 21505|Than I have done, or his or her to-day. 21505|The last long, mournful day when a man dies 21505|I have not seen my son pass by the door 21505|And say, "Good father, now I know to pray!" 21505|I have not heard his father, or his mother, 21505|Or brother, or sweetheart, say a word! 21505|I do not know his feelings, nor his fears; 21505|Not knowing him, I would not know him now, 21505|His dying words may be but one sigh! 21505|I see my brother with white hair, and eyes 21505|Of deep emotion, as when he is mad, 21505|Who, for his father's sins, hath come to save 21505|His mother from the flames. But, alas! 21505|Though he has lost his mother, he hath lost 21505|His father's love, whom he did trust to save 21505|His brothers and sweetheart who to-day, 21505|In fire, perish by the hands of men! 21505|I wish I were where he lies dying--here 21505|With tears upon each vacant place of earth, 21505|As he sleeps in his last sleep! I would have 21505|A place of his within the house, and he, 21505|He too, in that eternal night, might see 21505|The faces of his old friends and brothers dear, 21505|And his own children--and no eyes should meet 21505|Their gaze, to bug him thus; nor any hand 21505|Lay gently upon the corpse, nor should 21505|The sorer hand be laid upon the clay, 21505|Or yet the flinty slab with ointment white 21505|Be laid upon the face. He would behold 21505|His little little sons, who now are grown, 21505|And would not long so sweet a sleep endure, 21505|Without a tear upon their lifeless brow. 21505|No, no! I would not see him ever die 21505|Unless this very day he should behold 21505|The face of his old father and his mother 21505|And, at the last, of his sweethearts dear: 21505|No, no! I would not see him die, in truth! 21505|They were a loving pair, and loved each other, 21505|Though but an infant at their breast. To them 21505|Nature gave to live a life of bliss, 21505|But now I feel their lives are far away; 21505|I only know they are indeed no more! 21505|I would not see them die, for I would go 21505|And bring them both--yet I would be at peace, 21505|And nevermore on earth upon my knees 21505|Such sweet sorrow wash my cheeks: I wot not why 21505|They must in everlasting sleep abide 21505|Without a tear, or even a thought of pain. 21505|"I'll not go with him, for he is too dear 21505|And worthy of my thoughts; but if the truth 21505|I tell you be not idle, but believe, 21505|My little ones can have a fair opinion, 21505|And I'll not then be wrong in saying so: 21505|They are both, as I believe, true, good, and wise, 21505|Whose souls and bodies were all made for this, 21505|That they should so hereafter prove as naught: 21505|I mean they should be good, and free from sin, 21505|And all the rest--God loves them, he is good, 21505|He knows their faults, for how can he be wrong? 21505|No, I shall not go with him, and thus beg, 21505|But in my very heart with him would dwell, 21505|Till I am dead, and in my grave may rest: 21505|So say they all;--'tis true I never did. 21505|So now, my darling, go, and think no more, 21505|I'll not go with, nor yet for this return 21505|To see you face to face, nor hear the tale 21505|Of so much pain you must endure; but, good, 21505|A little time will find me ======================================== SAMPLE 10770 ======================================== 1745|Thrice happy in them, and the rest in mee, 1745|So oft, and for so lasting good. 1745|The Angel now departed, with sugred spray, 1745|On either side the sune and starrie Couragious Light 1745|Descended, hee in heauen the Sea maketh salt, 1745|And the shadie Rivers, with deaw drops now calme. 1745|Cherish not the Harvest, gather not flowers onely 1745|Seed of eternal delight, the day shall come, 1745|Thrice happy in thee, and in those dainties spent, 1745|So oft, and for so lasting good. 1745|These plagues and miracles that now appeare, 1745|That of this World a confirme may make thee, 1745|Whom at the right Hand of thy Son, who sittest here 1745|Avengenc't in glory to set at large 1745|All the corruption: let it well suffice thee, 1745|To see him incorruptible, and thee fit, 1745|Like him, secure in handmaid and in Rose 1745|Renowned, dignitie, and perfect in his grace. 1745|For I baptize thee, thou desiring, SEEKING. 1745|Wisdom, that all things bounte and benigne 1745|And milde, which faire Morning Star in shew 1745|Of His looves light and health doth scatter wide 1745|After the golden Chariot of Light of light, 1745|To thee her constant voice doth hymne, and say, 1745|Behold I where new spring flowers spring and grow; 1745|In which as Autumn they abundantly breathe, 1745|Delighted with the sweets of this darksome World; 1745|So fresh imbracing here, with breezes fair 1745|Oft do I blow their welcome, and amid 1745|The sweetest Palme, if Morn be gracing here, 1745|Doth murmur treble dittie, with her voice 1745|Doth murmur, while she feeles my balmie breath, 1745|Doth sigh, which she that is his blest Demiour 1745|Doth say, and for her I do borrow breath, 1745|So that the Earth may take what wanteth her, 1745|And for his sake I live not here to die; 1745|But here for dying, shall his burial be, 1745|And here for me to live, and here I shall see 1745|His spirit borne, though in this glistering frame, 1745|And after my lifetime, shall behold 1745|His rising from the dead, and after mine, 1745|So to approachen him with musick sweet, 1745|And with good side by day, his ornament 1745|Of mirth, his delight, his sole solace blishen 1745|With gaudy gold, his precious and most rare, 1745|The which he doth upon this rinde adorn, 1745|And made me this by gifte, that he may bring 1745|His spirit thither to enjoy his self. 1745|Lo, how my self in this fair chandelier 1745|Of Flower and Star, doe shine as bright and good 1745|And as enchanting, as those other worlds, 1745|Which wee, misappointed once, doe complain 1745|Of troubles that doe fall out of our will, 1745|VVhich had they been govern'd better, lou'd 1745|Of better counsell, not errour so. 1745|For what can fault or cause surcharg'd be, 1745|That this my Glory should be surcharg'd so? 1745|I was the cause, but he, perchance, the wretch; 1745|For if his vertue, in my strength did lack, 1745|It were not hard to undo it, he the while, 1745|As learnd I in al this tract, neither bold 1745|Nor timorous, but observant of my end. 1745|And now behold a marvel, which may seeme 1745|Proceeding from these glittring chambers, to 1745|confounded curiosity; for who can shew, 1745|In figures so cunning, how one word may run ======================================== SAMPLE 10780 ======================================== May it not be so, 23972|Thou who hast taken care of me? 23972|I hear, I hear the city throng-- 23972|No city in the world! 23972|And as a bird that hath had her hook 23972|Is calling o'er the bough, 23972|So through the sounds and words ye bring, 23972|Ye are bringing home my son. 23972|The voice rings out, "He is with Him!" 23972|Oh, when will mine arrive? 23972|I never will be gone from you, 23972|Or know you any more. 23972|'Tis all I ever had--for He 23972|Could never feel more Light. 23972|What if I should take a lover, 23972|And you were left to me, 23972|I should not see him ever depart 23972|So far away from you. 23972|Love, that doth so unbind us, 23972|Wakes my love and sets us apart. 23972|Love, will Love call me, 23972|I'll answer to His calling: "Yes." 23972|It is but a song, 23972|A child's voice calling to me, 23972|Calling me from the sky 23972|Or else I hear the call 23972|With the music of the stars, that rung 23972|In unison with it. 23972|Dear Love, be kind to the one I love, 23972|For all the others are asleep, 23972|While I alone, from this bright sky, 23972|Am calling to thee. 23972|There is but one star in the sky; 23972|And when at the farthest my sight I meet, 23972|I then think of Him who is more bright 23972|Than all the stars in the sky. 23972|And what could be farther from my heart!-- 23972|The sun itself doth shine for me; 23972|And when the earth my vision doth meet, 23972|My heart doth it revive. 23972|It is not the cloud which thickly hangs 23972|Above the high-built fair; 23972|But a white, white cloudlet in the sky; 23972|And I can see Him there. 23972|Not many miles across the West 23972|Our little cottage stands. 23972|We sat one morning grapes between our lips 23972|A ripe grape in an hour so sweet; 23972|For that was all we had, save that one kiss 23972|For each of us to prove the charm 23972|Of that one hour of time we'd spent in one place 23972|On that particular grape. 23972|But that was long, and now we only part, 23972|My dear, since that one hour of May; 23972|And while you sigh for it, and are forlorn 23972|For us, who only kiss its side, 23972|The moon and the stars will only wait 23972|In the distant night for us to die. 23972|Dear, we've had our share of sun too late; 23972|Too soon we must have had our share! 23972|And if the stars come to bring again 23972|The blessed of night, the bright, the last, 23972|Their beams will not take us by surprise 23972|Ere we all lose the green. 23972|Let a few go to the sky as they will, 23972|'Let a few live forever! 23972|But let the rest be dust enough, 23972|Dust to want and want to live, 23972|And dust within the grave too, 23972|Ere another set of eyes. 23972|Who knows what may be born of Earth, 23972|Or what, till we are dust again, 23972|Shall die as we have lived? 23972|There lives a man to every hand, 23972|Who knows the use and value 23972|Of every tree and house and plant-- 23972|What man should be concealed! 23972|Whoe'er will have a turn! 23972|I'll tell you the reason why. 23972|I have a friend in Piedmont; 23972|He's like the Emperor's private clerk, 23972|If you can believe it true. 23972|He goes about among his dogs, 23972|And when he's come to ======================================== SAMPLE 10790 ======================================== 19084|But when at last they reach the shore, 19084|They find themselves on a rock, 19084|Where the shore itself is made. 19084|The mother-maid, her baby-maiden 19084|Looked out by the rock on the shore, 19084|And saw the great grey house there, 19084|But they could not see the windows, 19084|And the long long street was hidden, 19084|By the green hill-side that flowed 19084|To the sea-sands overhead, 19084|Where the sun was never setting, 19084|And never ceasing his beams. 19084|But the girl looked at the windows, 19084|And the mother-maid was wroth, 19084|And both fell into a passion 19084|And went on separate ways, 19084|Till the child was called to her, 19084|And the children were taken 19084|From the window to the sea, 19084|And they were washed and dressed, and brought 19084|Into the deep channel of the sea, 19084|On to the land of the great Lord Peter 19084|And his lady Beatrice, 19084|Then they left Beatrice, and brought 19084|All their belongings to that shore, 19084|Save a sword and shield and pair of sandals, 19084|And a helmet like an eagle, 19084|That they never found again. 19084|And there, in the land of the great Lord Peter 19084|And his lady Beatrice, 19084|They rested for seven years, 19084|Watching a beautiful bird 19084|Move on two legs of equal length, 19084|And singing as it did so; 19084|And never did they think of danger, 19084|Knowing that they should never find it, 19084|In a land the size of our earth, 19084|When a child of seven years old. 19084|THEY were all like one little child; 19084|All their faces were like sun-blots, 19084|And their feet were as bare trees, 19084|As they walked by a water side, 19084|And their faces and the water were. 19084|And one even hid her head 19084|All the time that mother lay 19084|In the corner of the bed, 19084|Knowing that she could never come 19084|Out in the daylight again. 19084|So they lived by day, and drank, and played, 19084|And sang merrily in the wood, 19084|Until the day was done. 19084|And as they were sleeping, in the night 19084|Something was sleeping in the house: 19084|The shadow of one foot, 19084|Two little feet as well. 19084|There was something sleeping in the house, 19084|And it was not a good sign, you see, 19084|Nor it was long after that, 19084|This little thing with blue feet, 19084|When mother started up and said, 19084|As she kissed her precious baby's feet, 19084|"What's sleeping in your feet?" 19084|"Oh, a snake," it said at last, 19084|"Wicked little wight, with long white tail." 19084|And as this little wight was lying 19084|Beside the fire a moment, 19084|"Now tell me of yourself," said Mother then, 19084|As she put the baby on the bed, 19084|And she rubbed her hands and eyes, 19084|And prayed they would be safe. 19084|But the snake brought up a thought, 19084|What was the meaning of that thing's blue eyes? 19084|Then she looked at the baby's toes: 19084|"I tell you," she said, "I've not forgot 19084|The time of year you were born." 19084|And to see if this could be 19084|The time of year they were born, 19084|She gave the baby a ring to go in, 19084|And told ======================================== SAMPLE 10800 ======================================== 19385|Beneath the shadow of this rude wall, 19385|Which stands on many a noble, lonely glade, 19385|And yet is ever, though my hopes be few, 19385|My life shall be the very light of heaven, 19385|The glory of my breast,--oh! then what care 19385|For other than to meet the love of Him 19385|That came to visit me when I was left, 19385|And, for the love which did its visit make, 19385|To have its last and silent parting know 19385|My heart was resting, and its burden o'er! 19385|The light was gone that filled the sun and noon, 19385|That filled the morn with beauty and fragrance rare; 19385|The clouds are gone, for ever and for evermore 19385|From earth and heaven, and where shall my heart be left? 19385|It was not in the air that the soul's sweet grace 19385|Seemed shed with one angel in her glory mild; 19385|It was not in the clouds that the bright breath pours, 19385|A fragrance that breathes from Paradise again; 19385|There is no soul but hath its love remembered 19385|Beneath this sun-bright dome; its memory seems 19385|Still to my heart the live light of love's fame 19385|With a heavenly pleasure lingers to beam 19385|Upon this place, though 'tis lost in the dust! 19385|I could not wander through these forest groves, 19385|Where all but the sweet lark's notes are unheard, 19385|Save that from the trees far off one could hear 19385|Through their long shadows soft-moving the tide 19385|Of a blue stream, that o'er a level mead 19385|Its way in sunshine through the dell descending. 19385|But oh! how melancholy and dark, 19385|Was the world round, when the day-spring of night, 19385|With sudden warmth the earth's reposing under, 19385|Brought soft delight to the soul's palpitating. 19385|Oh, how the darkness and grief of the soul 19385|Melt each to each! in the dewy morn's ray 19385|The moon hath her face for ever blotless, 19385|Though it has oft fallen into a blot, 19385|Yet when she rises from its slumbering tomb 19385|Sheds a sweet sleep and a soft, soft sleep on both. 19385|Oh! dark were the valley where we sat 19385|By the wide stream, with a song, at our side-- 19385|Where the trees, with their shadows in flower, 19385|With their shadows of sighs, were o'er the sea; 19385|We sat there, watching the sea's strange glance 19385|On the bright brow of the lone, bright tree 19385|And the white lily, with bloom, fair and wild, 19385|With its fragrance and balmy heart of green. 19385|While the wind, to our fancies no less mild, 19385|Mingled its murmur with our song's sweet sigh; 19385|While our bosoms grew pure with a thousand tears, 19385|We talked of a lot which we oft had had. 19385|Oh! then how dark it seemed, when a change came 19385|Beside the scene where our lives had their birth, 19385|And the spirit, with pleasure and pride, 19385|Looked with pity upon life and its woes! 19385|For, as we sat there, with the day-time's light 19385|Fading from the dark of the valley below, 19385|And the twilight, that blended our thoughts with stars 19385|Like the dim splendour of Heaven was shed,-- 19385|There rode two knights from far away, 19385|For whom every vein of the face 19385|Did gladden and thrill with the flame 19385|Of its glory,--the two dark ones. 19385|On a lofty hill of snow, in the land 19385|Of the dark maids of the mountain-- 19385|In the land of the haunted pine-- 19385|Was that knight's name and name's fame, 19385|The one, for whose name alone 19385|Cities, and folk, and kings 19385|Have long ceased to be-- 19385|And the other, ======================================== SAMPLE 10810 ======================================== 1304|Beneath the silver moon of June. 1304|I loved her, but that love was false, 1304|I loved her, and yet that love was true; 1304|I dreamed that she was fair to see, 1304|As fair as any is to me. 1304|Her cheeks were new, her eyes were blue, 1304|Her complexion was fragrant to see, 1304|The shape of her body was just right, 1304|I loathed my life, and would not have her long. 1304|'Come, come, and let us sit awhile, 1304|And I can tell you what I really think. 1304|How slowly she began to grow! 1304|I thought I heard her breathing quick 1304|And soon I knew for certain she 1304|Was going to burst, her heart I knew, 1304|My misery! O, come, let us walk again.' 1304|They saw her burst as soon, she died 1304|In such an agony of pain, 1304|My love, my life! I do not know 1304|Whether my eyes will be in my bed 1304|Or not, or if I'll go to sleep, 1304|Or if I'll dream all day and wake 1304|The sea will not be silent at all; 1304|And there I'll sleep till morning be, 1304|And find in a strange town I have forgot 1304|My dear, as a friend I shall not find, 1304|My love is dead, and yet I did not know 1304|She was to be so false as to go to sea! 1304|There was a certain man of the court, 1304|Whose name was Thapsus who died with me: 1304|His bones they lie upon a stone near the gate; 1304|And there I left her, for I think I see 1304|How my heart was so bent on meeting him 1304|And meeting him by-and-by, through tears, 1304|So that I scarce could keep my thoughts back; 1304|And as I went the street I met him, 1304|And stood to take him by the hand: 1304|He said: The world is so full of pain, 1304|And it is hard for me to find you true, 1304|And hard for me to find you true, 1304|That now I will stand to you the while, 1304|To stand to you the while, O Thapsus! 1304|To help you at times in bitter pain. 1304|And as we stood together, I could see 1304|How his heart beat against his breast so small, 1304|How his red eyes were bright as they fell: 1304|And I was strong as I am now, at heart, 1304|And so I let him kiss me so tight and fast, 1304|That I could feel the breath of life in his breath: 1304|And then he said with a smile in his eye: 1304|'I've been through many wars, and many woes; 1304|I've borne pain and torment through many a day: 1304|I've laid up pain and weary limbs away, 1304|For many a man was born a slave to care, 1304|But I have never had a thought of birth. 1304|And now I ask you, if you'd like to try 1304|To conquer life and its troubles by strife 1304|And trial?' 1304|So we looked at him, and he said no more: 1304|And all day, and all night, he lay and waited 1304|To tell the great joy that he longed for, 1304|Until his heart with a thousand yearning burst 1304|And I was very glad of his patience, 1304|For all day long in my mind was my dream: 1304|And then I said so, saying I prayed 'tween us 1304|That he should bear me a child, the fairest child 1304|There was, that he might be the fairest man: 1304|And when he looked upon me he said: 1304|'I've been through many wars, and many woes; 1304|I've borne pain and torment through many a day; 1304|I've been a slave, and they gave me the rod, 1304|But I have never had a thought of birth.' 1304|That night the ======================================== SAMPLE 10820 ======================================== 2732|A man's a man. 2732|If you think, and I dare say I could, 2732|If you think, you've been dreaming 2732|This last two weeks or more, 2732|This wretched half-hour I've laid awake, 2732|Baring my head to the winter. 2732|You're right, the time was our lot 2732|To be sick and weary and poor: 2732|But what you call 2732|The half-hour is long! 2732|Why, all through the cold weather 2732|We had none but what a big fat cat 2732|Was lurking in the back yard. 2732|The days were bad for us, as is said, 2732|And the hours, we all confessed, 2732|Are the hours you think. 2732|But what we thought is gone, like to snow 2732|Or rain, or rain and a windy door, 2732|Or a sudden gust of wind. 2732|The days, the hours, as a story, 2732|Or music, or a rose are said: 2732|But you, poor fool, are no more, as they are, 2732|They are past and gone. 2732|And thus it is, for the hours of your own, 2732|O worthless fool! are no more; 2732|You've no more of them to remember you 2732|As you were before. 2732|I am sad for you, poor fool! I am sad; 2732|And I was glad, as I used to be, 2732|When I was young, in the days when I laughed 2732|At all the things that I could not forget; 2732|I laughed along the hollow roads, and I sung 2732|All the wild numbers as I heard the horn 2732|Call the cows to milking! 2732|I laughed with all the others, when I thought 2732|The old days through with all their dreaming; 2732|And the wind in the hollow trees would blow 2732|A music sadder than all the world, as I waked 2732|To hear it blown! 2732|But you look as though the old and the new, 2732|In their mirth, could not put an end to the sound-- 2732|O you fool, you fool! 2732|You are glad, in the night-time, to laugh along 2732|The ways of the world: 2732|You are glad of the singing, and the laughter, 2732|When you are glad and old. 2732|O I am sick at the heart, poor fool! I am sick! 2732|What are you thinking of? Is it you? Is it you? 2732|The girl with the round brown head, and the dainty smile, 2732|That you thought a very woman, and who never loved, 2732|And the old world seems all too kind to you. 2732|And there are old, well-appointed, little houses here, 2732|Where I used to sit lonely. 2732|And they have servants to tend them. 2732|And the girls will often call me by my mother's name, 2732|I do not trust myself to utter it any more; 2732|I never liked her, but--I never loved again. 2732|But I fear a plague will come upon you. 2732|And I hope, while you live on, that you'll look at me, 2732|And wonder if I am right. 2732|I wish that I could live the happy life that I lived, 2732|And never think of you; 2732|But no, I'll be a fool forever, and you will go 2732|The way of all fools. 2732|I loved you once and twice! What do I say? Where's the trace 2732|Of aught that you could love like the way we did? 2732|I can love you again, or, if not love, at least love well; 2732|I'll think it an easy test. 2732|And I'll not be too hard upon you, poor fool,--but no, 2732|Let me go on with my life, and keep from a quarrel or moan, 2732|For I don't like you, and I'll not be a fool. 2732|You're being kept company while your heart is your own, ======================================== SAMPLE 10830 ======================================== 28591|From the dark to the light, from the night to the morning, 28591|From the noonday to the noon, from the midnight to the hour. 28591|So shall life-giving thoughts on meek hearts ebb and flow, 28591|And I with the whole earth shall mingle and blend; 28591|And the sun of all heaven shall shine on my lips, 28591|And the glory of all the world shall shine in my eyes. 28591|God, thou art the master of our will and will's right; 28591|Thou makest our strength great as Eden's vast height; 28591|Thou makest our power absolute; thou liftest, O God, 28591|Thy steadfast power and strength to our bidding and need. 28591|Oh! we have no need of thee; thy will is so wise 28591|And such great, that it knows no way to be wrong; 28591|While other men, at day's prime, would twist and twist, 28591|And do nothing but dream and dream their very sleep. 28591|The sea that drowns and swells and swings and sweeps, 28591|It is the will that sweeps him in a storm. 28591|But life is the work of the will, that we must do; 28591|As God was once, so shall we be, the while, 28591|For the will is the prime minister of Man; 28591|And we must be good, if we would hold the key 28591|To the life that is evermore in his hold; 28591|If we give the will its worship, it will turn 28591|From sin--a cloud in the day's bright sky. 28591|It may be thou makest a wind of the sea 28591|That mocks the heart that strives to be free; 28591|And life's cloud is but a shifting of storms, 28591|Who may be turned from his path again. 28591|It may be thou art the breath of thy day 28591|With all its hope and all its glory clad; 28591|And there is naught that can turn life to thee 28591|But life's cloud, like a robe of fire. 28591|And as the clouds that darken the sunset 28591|To pall its splendor are not more bright than these; 28591|Nor are the raptures with which man envies them, 28591|Than that high will that maketh them thine. 28591|And as the sun, that lightens the midnight, 28591|Still dimmest with declining lustre, 28591|And as the will without which man would be mute, 28591|Is God, and God is will of God's decree; 28591|And all thou must win if thou wilt be one 28591|With the world, whose will thou hast not understood. 28591|Oh, then, as the rose, that dies at eve, 28591|Dies in a certain likeness with the dawn, 28591|Life will have pass'd, and bewail and weep 28591|In the fair likeness of the morn again. 28591|And that the world may know what a will is, 28591|And that there is but one true will in man, 28591|'Tis my duty and my glory to tell, 28591|And make this story plain and clear. 28591|Thou gavest him gifts, 28591|Thou gavest him words 28591|Not to be taken in vain! 28591|Thou gavest him flowers, 28591|Thou gavest him years; 28591|Not his voice, thy flowers which bloom 28591|But for his praise, 28591|But to be held for hearkening, 28591|Not for being sung. 28591|Thou gavest him friends; 28591|Thou gavest him glory: 28591|Birds praise thy choice, O flower! 28591|Not for speaking, nor for bud, 28591|But for sweet speech. 28591|Thou gavest him words; 28591|His voice thou gavest 28591|To make earth glad with splendor; 28591|All praises shall be sung 28591|Of that sweet voice. 28591|Thou gavest him power; 28591|He was thy boy, 28591|An angel, when thou wast born, 28591|When thou wast ======================================== SAMPLE 10840 ======================================== 13650|Was brought to court by a dame of high degree. 13650|The court was full of courtiers,--some came from far, 13650|And some came from farther afield. 13650|The first to enter was a youth of twenty, 13650|With a mop over his shoulder. 13650|The dame was a courtier, but the youths were courtiers too, 13650|So she said to the courtiers: 13650|"Can you do what you come with?" 13650|The courtiers made a short bow, and answered, "Ay!" 13650|Thus was it kept all day long 13650|Alone that strange youth from harm, 13650|For the courtier young was alone. 13650|The dame's own courtiers they did not mind him a bit, 13650|For they gave him the tuck of their shoes, 13650|As he took his seat on the bank around his head, 13650|When they gave his mouth a quick squeeze. 13650|But the courtiers they, for so they call'd him, the courtly, 13650|Had the worst of that strange youth. 13650|For the courtiers they were all in a swound, 13650|For they gave his mouth a quick squeeze. 13650|For the dame was a courtier, but the youths were courtiers too, 13650|So she said to the dame: 13650|"Is it any use, do you, do it now, do it now, 13650|That we, who have heard, may escape?" 13650|"Not if we are going to listen," said the dame, 13650|"To what the dame has to relate." 13650|So she led them out into the yard alone, 13650|And up the lane alone, to her house alone, 13650|And she said, "To you I yield my right, to you I yield 13650|All my right, to you at least, 13650|"For you were not formed to listen while I speak 13650|To the songs of joy as I sing. 13650|"For you were not fashioned for listening there-- 13650|Nor you, nor any such thing, 13650|Nor you, if such you be; 13650|But you hear as a bird may hear, who is alone 13650|With the music in his heart. 13650|"And therefore if you are of our tribe of heart, 13650|Why do you shrink from me? 13650|Because I give you pleasure as the flower 13650|And the fruit I give you, and I know to whom 13650|I give you the sweetness of life. 13650|The sun on the rose is a pleasure for me, 13650|And the music on strings, and the light and shade, 13650|But never the music of birds. 13650|"If you are that tribe of heart I have sung of old, 13650|Come with me to your grandmother's home; 13650|For she has a room up yonder, she knows the way, 13650|The old woman will tell you the same. 13650|"I will fill you one pitcher with wine and spices, 13650|And you'll drink it on my shoulders alone; 13650|But never a drop from your pitcher should go 13650|To the woman that is your grandmother's dear!" 13650|The old woman heard what the dame had said, 13650|And she bowed down her head the more. 13650|Then she went up to the street, and she went back, 13650|But she went like a lily up and down! 13650|And when she came to the spot where she left off, 13650|She was a lily, and all in a smile! 13650|And when they questioned the dame further and told 13650|Of the strange flight and the maiden good, 13650|She spoke of the pitcher and smiled, I ween, 13650|Till they went home and were married next day. 13650|O wilt thou waken me from this dismal sleep, 13650|That makes my spirit shrivelled and bare of thought? 13650|O would that God, if He be loved, had given 13650|A flame that I could in thought of thee see. 13650|It might give thee pleasure to be with me there 13650|Sitting beneath the weeping willow tree, 13650|Watching the ======================================== SAMPLE 10850 ======================================== 1727|with your friends to go to the Argive ships, and you must stay here 1727|at home." 1727|Ulysses got on the ship with his crew, but the gods, and the 1727|walls of the house of Circe, took another. As he was walking 1727|about the ships, a maiden came up to him saying, 1727|"Stranger, are you living or dead?" 1727|"Madam," answered he, "I am indeed but poor, and it takes a 1727|dear sister to take care of me; she is all yours without 1727|profit, for you have Circe's sister Circe to hold as your 1727|wife." 1727|The maiden said, "My husband, where is your ship? Do you seek 1727|the Argive ships? Or have you come hither merely out of spite 1727|against the Cyclops whom you were fighting last month in the 1727|hills of Ithaca?" 1727|"Madam," answered Ulysses, "I came hither for a purpose more 1727|than my name." 1727|"Nay," said the maiden, "the Cyclops is all that you are 1727|hoping for. What though he is ten times as great as us?" 1727|"He keeps a seven years' siege of these walls, which you might think 1727|hard by now, because he has not ten strong ships; but he 1727|is holding back his ships till he can find some means of sailing 1727|away, which he is not able to do at present." 1727|"That may be so," said she, "but what about the Argive ships? 1727|Can you be sure they are holding out any longer?" 1727|"Madam," replied Ulysses, "their walls are not ten strong, 1727|but nine. They are walling them off, not of their own 1727|strength but of theirs; and the nine great Cyclopes are here, 1727|standing in wait for us." 1727|"I am going back to your house," said she, "and if you do 1727|not want to be the cause of this, bid the Cyclops to go down 1727|his gates and try his strength. But I intend to go over when the 1727|time has come and I will bring about the passage, so make 1727|sure you take care of me." 1727|"Go on," said he, "and I will make no further delay; let 1727|me have the passage to myself. Be advised, old woman, and do not 1727|fret overmuch about it; I will go out to sea in a little while 1727|and you will be well pleased, for the worst is over." 1727|She gave him a high bow of oak, a double bow of olive, and four 1727|sparks of fire. The others were very feeble, so they were left 1727|behind in the struggle. When they had all been put in shape 1727|as a bow and eight strong quivers they went on board. They 1727|rode their course with a loud cry up towards the heavens, and 1727|found the wind so bad that the sea swelled up to cover the sea 1727|and the sky turned quite black; the heavens were quite empty. 1727|With his new-bought arrows he left off making arrows and picked 1727|out a splendid eagle, winged it and flew after it, aiming it at 1727|the sea. He flew after it and hit it and killed it, but the 1727|eagle flew still higher as it was flying and took wing ere it could 1727|fly back again. The Cyclops would have shot it dead, but it 1727|saw the other one as it came nearer, so it let one arrow pass 1727|first, then the other, striking it dead also. "I will give the 1727|eagle to you," said the Cyclops, "so you can take it and make a 1727|marriage with your wife in her next marriage." 1727|Ulysses was enraged at seeing the dead body of the eagle, and the 1727|blood ran down the arrow to the bone. He went to the house and 1727|said, "Take any arrow from the great store house of Phaeacians. 1727|If you do not want to give me your famous arrows, therefore I 1727|will ======================================== SAMPLE 10860 ======================================== 4332|And the man and his girl are gone. 4332|His smile is like a flower, his face 4332|Is like a dream of light and love, 4332|I will tell you everything, 4332|And then I'll lie down and sleep, 4332|And your face will be far off. 4332|I will not find your place here 4332|Nor any part of you-- 4332|Only the words that we said. 4332|I wonder if you ever come. 4332|I wonder if you ever come 4332|To keep the door unlocked. 4332|I wonder if you ever come 4332|To sit upon my arm. 4332|I wonder if you ever come, 4332|To share my smile of grace 4332|Or stand and gaze at me and wonder if I'll take you. 4332|I wonder if you ever come. 4332|They walk, yet no foot in the dark street, 4332|And no stir of the leafless trees, 4332|Nor the faintest stir of wings. 4332|They are all so still that they seem 4332|If only a dream came to me 4332|I should follow you into the night, 4332|And take you and bear you forth. 4332|The wind has blown across the trees, 4332|The wind is so cold, so still. 4332|The moon is turning her round, 4332|Her face is in the east 4332|And you are in the west. 4332|The trees are so green, the sky so blue, 4332|I should follow you all through 4332|But I know you; you are wearing a crown 4332|And a little face in a dream. 4332|When I was out with my boys 4332|Two boys would come to me 4332|And cry for very long 4332|For something they could play. 4332|I used to play a game of "Rule of Two" 4332|And we gathered round with them 4332|All looking at the blackboard. 4332|They never came back. 4332|I have left them far behind 4332|A little child will never come. 4332|I never told my lesson. 4332|I never gave my lesson. 4332|That was all I taught them. 4332|They never will learn any. 4332|I have left them far behind 4332|When my mind is in prison. 4332|When no one is near 4332|I am lonely and sad. 4332|I have left them far behind 4332|When my mind is in prison. 4332|When no one is near, 4332|I am sad and alone. 4332|If they loved me, 4332|Who would love me 4332|If they loved them? The stars are white 4332|And the wind in the leaves. 4332|I have left them far behind 4332|If I went out in the cold 4332|Where no one is watching. 4332|I have left them far behind 4332|If I went out in the cold 4332|Where no one is watching. 4332|There was no one to see me. 4332|The sky above is so blue 4332|And the wind lies so still. 4332|I have left them far behind 4332|If I went out in the cold. 4332|There was nothing to see me. 4332|There was nothing to see. 4332|I am so lonely and sad. 4332|I have left them far behind 4332|They all say it. 4332|I wonder what these boys mean? 4332|And this little girl said, 4332|My heart is very small with love. 4332|What does it mean? 4332|What is wrong with me, 4332|And what can I do, 4332|Since it makes me want to throw 4332|My clothes away in the road 4332|And run into the cold? 4332|This is the house 4332|Where I was born and bred: 4332|What is the meaning of this-- 4332|I am so lonely and sad, 4332|I have left it all behind. 4332|I never was taught 4332|To love the stars, 4332|The wind and the sun. 4332|I never have used my eyes 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 10870 ======================================== 24405|I am an old-fashioned poet, I will swear. 24405|I would take the old-fashioned way 24405|(My poet's lips are clamped) 24405|And sing the same old song, the song I always knew. 24405|O young, my dear, O old! 24405|In all the land the people celebrate the old. 24405|The suns and stars, the birds and the grass, all speak to you of 24405|Your life and my story. 24405|The wind blows through my garden and my roses wither. 24405|Old as the hills, new as the world, 24405|My song of the year takes you everywhere: 24405|"Come, youngling, let us go to see the moon! 24405|Come, my first friend, our friend, let us climb 24405|The cliffs with snow-white flocks." 24405|We climb, we go, we seek the moon! 24405|No house upon the mountain stands,-- 24405|The lonely cliffs and the lone streams 24405|Are all our thoughts. 24405|Our thoughts of the moon to-day, of the moon we shall return to 24405|To find in the sea an old friend not dead: 24405|"Come, youngling, let us go to see the stars! 24405|O young, O wise, let us go 24405|To see the stars of the sky! 24405|No friend at night is so shy 24405|As this white youth to whom I swear, 24405|If he but seek me, the star, 24405|If he but come, to me at night, 24405|When all the world is hushed to him, 24405|Then will he come to us at night." 24405|It was the year of the wild November,--the stormy November,-- 24405|That each man goes a-field with his wife-- 24405|The year of the harvest, and the year of corn,-- 24405|When out upon the world the singing 24405|Till dawning fell of the year to us. 24405|'Tis the season of harvest and corn,-- 24405|"Now, what know ye of love, love,--or pain? 24405|Hath any aught of love?" "Yea, 24405|Only love to love another man." 24405|I know a little garden, green and bright; 24405|I know a little farm, white with grain; 24405|I know a little field where I will plough 24405|And I will sow it with seed. 24405|There will be tillers, and whey-makers nine, 24405|And bakers to make it cakes for the bread, 24405|And gardeners when they have done with the hunt, 24405|And harrowers when they turn round. 24405|And then I'll set my table and the best 24405|That I can have there when I want to eat, 24405|And watch the stars go with time till dawn 24405|Beyond the stars. The dawn will come in a shower, 24405|And I will see a shadow on the green; 24405|I'll see the shadow from the garden gate; 24405|I'll see the shadow on the wheat; 24405|I'll hear the birds, and it will be morning by the farm-- 24405|And then will I want to sleep. 24405|For though the shadows on the wheat lie dark, 24405|Or though the grass have lost its green, 24405|Or though the tillers have done their toil, 24405|Or though the weanling cows have gone, 24405|Time will come and cover me with gold, 24405|Till sleep shall be my only guest. 24405|And all day long in the golden glow 24405|I'll write in my garden where I lie, 24405|The names of all the gardeners-- 24405|My garden--and I only. 24405|Farewell, my garden is a place of dreams 24405|Where nothing but the moonlight and the sea 24405|Are beautiful, and everywhere the stars 24405|Are beautiful far off over in the sky, 24405|And beautiful is the house where I lie 24405|At night in the garden. 24405|When the King comes back from those far-off lands, 24405|His face will be of grace, ======================================== SAMPLE 10880 ======================================== 2732|And now the goodly King hath come to greet at my door, 2732|The very same one that had come to greet me the day before-- 2732|The same old dear-loved friend, with the same old kind heart. 2732|The same old red rose by his window is shining for me, 2732|And the same old cheery look is on his face when he talks; 2732|We walked on the same paved path that I walked on the day 2732|Before my exile, and he made no sign of greeting my friend; 2732|And I know my heart is growing wan within me to-night 2732|Because he has forgone me, and gone away. 2732|O, could I but live to see the day 2732|When friends, like myself, will know me no more! 2732|O, could I but live to see the day 2732|When friends, like myself, will know my name. 2732|"The man I will be is the man I have been." [Edwin Markham] 2732|Who shall choose from this billet what is best? 2732|Can he choose! It may be to return a drab, 2732|Or it may be to work in a mine. 2732|No friend has a better home that he has known 2732|Than he whose bosom beats the tune of his own trade. 2732|His home is the place where his foot first hath trode 2732|His heart in love hath clung to his neck, 2732|There he knows the land of his fatherland 2732|And the land where his head is. If he will but roam 2732|He returns for his work and his wife. 2732|Who is the man I have been? 2732|The man I will be is the man I have been. 2732|Who is the man that I would be? 2732|The man that I would be is the man I have been. 2732|"The man on whom the sun doesn't shine, 2732|The man who knows his mind, I'd be." 2732|"He's the man you'd want to know, 2732|In the land of the mountains and of the stars. 2732|'Tis the man who's in touch." 2732|"And this is the way he's got to live: 2732|I'd have affairs with twenty men, he says; 2732|And that the man I would be 2732|Is the man I'd want to know." 2732|Who is the man I want to know? 2732|The man who knows his mind, I've tried to say, 2732|But he is always telling me 2732|That 'tis the man who's in touch. 2732|"For all his money, he's got this man of my choosing, 2732|Who's the man I want to know. 2732|'Tis the man who's in touch." 2732|"And this is his way of dealing with you, 2732|As if my life was his to sell: 2732|'God bless you,' he says, 'and may you ever find favour 2732|With the man I'd want to know." 2732|Who is 't the man I'd want to know? 2732|The man who knows his mind, he says he is; 2732|'Tis the man I need to know: 2732|'Tis the man who's in touch." 2732|"When he gets home from his business in town 2732|He goes to bed with his face to the wall. 2732|Oh, the man I'd want to know." 2732|Who has a friend 2732|Who's the man I'd choose as my friend? 2732|But there's a reason 2732|I don't know 2732|If he's in touch." 2732|When I see a man with 2732|An eye that is soft as 2732|A silver touch-- 2732|As kind as a mother, and tender as a sister, 2732|And a hand so fair and strong. 2732|I know that what he says, 2732|And what he does, 2732|And what he wants, 2732|Are the words that his heart is using 2732|To buy him a wife. 2732|I know his wish, and not what he might say or do, 2732 ======================================== SAMPLE 10890 ======================================== 19221|That they a-dying weep and wail 19221|For their poor little master dear. 19221|I heard a mighty voice, as if 19221|Underneath the earth it threshed 19221|Its own oats for me to eat, 19221|And then said, "Take heed, my child, 19221|'Twill all be well ere winter come!" 19221|O no, don't think yourself so fine 19221|You can put up with the rain; 19221|You are apt to be overwise 19221|With other things on earth on high. 19221|Come, let's away; 19221|There is many a hole 19221|Through the forest thick as can, 19221|And the brooks that run. 19221|Hark the lark's clear ringing, 19221|Tell the little brook to halt; 19221|Then tell the grasshopper, 19221|"It's getting late, 19221|Late enough, I'll be; 19221|I must to bed." 19221|Then come with us, then, my dainty dear, 19221|Learn to walk and love too, 19221|For the moon has gone about her bright 19221|Moonlight duties well. 19221|Make your bed, then, daintily, 19221|Lying down, spread your arms, cradle-like; 19221|Let us rise in heaven together, 19221|And be thus still together. 19221|There is a garden by the seas, 19221|And in its midst there grows a tree 19221|Which the waves make merry when 19221|They mingle with the green sea-sand; 19221|It is the wonder of the sea 19221|And of the land. 19221|There the golden-breasted boughs of Eglantine 19221|Strew their kisses at his feet, 19221|And the flying drapery of the fern 19221|Is wet about his head. 19221|And oft he stops to watch the secret bird 19221|That at its close is sick, 19221|Or by some mystic stream 19221|To forget its lyrical woe. 19221|On some star-covered noontide, 19221|When the heavens are blue, 19221|Like a little cloud of fire, 19221|He comes out and walks about 19221|And mutters to himself some strange word 19221|That has not been said. 19221|And there is something in the sun 19221|That makes quite strong 19221|The strangeness of his look, 19221|And sets the trembling heart of man 19221|Quick to a faith sublime. 19221|And though he oft looks askance 19221|At the children of the sky, 19221|Yet does he love the little child 19221|That crawls in the sod, 19221|That kneads the husks of harvest, 19221|And gathers for the chieftain's tent 19221|The flour that came from heaven. 19221|There's a garden in Zanzibar 19221|By the green Khayyam, where lilies 19221|And rueleaf are pleasant to look on 19221|And smell the spicy musk. 19221|And there an ancient Memnon, Zend-u., 19221|Gentle farid, lived with his wife, 19221|And raised a family of Memnons 19221|Among the roses and lilies; 19221|And his sons became famous Libin-uzunahs, 19221|And ladies of consequence 19221|Won favour with him after theirl ladies' eyes. 19221|His daughter Aila became very rich 19221|With full access to the state; 19221|And all that her uncle had, besides 19221|A good estate in Zanzibar. 19221|Long had she been a guest 19221|In his family villa, where 19221|He sat at evening by the fragrant gourd, 19221|And wrote his Memnon on the wall; 19221|Or with him in the gardens sat 19221|To write books of poetry, and read 19221|Far more than he had begun. 19221|Her sire's youngest brother died 19221|When she was seven years old: 19221|And with the mournful truth 19221|He buried ======================================== SAMPLE 10900 ======================================== 1365|Of the great dead, whom he had seen and seen again. 1365|The sun in his embrace lay on, and warmed it, 1365|And the little streams of light, that fell against it, 1365|Beneath his feet, were wet with his warm palms. 1365|And he laid the sword upon its sheath; and this 1365|He placed upon his head, and breathed upon it; 1365|And this was the message he had sent to him. 1365|"On the day the world shall yawn in ashes, 1365|And the world be dissolved in vast masses, 1365|My sword shall cleave its veins, its arteries, 1365|And the sword be cleft as in a moment! 1365|And thou shalt hear and see the voice of my word, 1365|And all that here hath been, and all that shall be, 1365|Shall become to thee the music of my song, 1365|As the breath of my nostrils the sweet air!" 1365|And the spirit passed at last from the chamber, 1365|And was lost forevermore in the depths 1365|Of the vast room's darkness and endless silence. 1365|And I said to my heart: "There is some good 1365|That falls from the world, like the sun in evening, 1365|That has not found its way unto the open, 1365|No longer must abide in the East of things. 1365|Ah! never again will I relight the candle 1365|Within my chamber, to remember all 1365|The sweetest touches and the sweetest burns, 1365|And the gentle and passionate touches and roasts." 1365|But presently a voice was saying in my conscious mind: 1365|"Go to! it is a dream, and go to it again! 1365|No more of this! we do not wish for thy sword; 1365|We do not wish thy work; we must have our swords 1365|Without thy help! I have it, and shall have it 1365|Before the sun is quite gone down upon his work." 1365|Again I said: "A dream of mine is best. 1365|The dream is of thee, and its name is Liberty! 1365|Go to! it is a dream; go to it and see! 1365|But why did I dream of thee, and call it 1365|Forgetfulness?" 1365|And out of the darkness there came 1365|A voice in the empty chamber: "Why do I not remember 1365|My childhood and my playmates, and all that they dreamed of me, 1365|When they went away, to other chambers did venture?" 1365|I raised the hood of my sleeping eyelids; but, ere I shut them, 1365|The stillness of my eyelids was broken by the patter 1365|Of a little bird in the chamber adjoining. 1365|And, as I stood with open maw, while my rapt soul 1365|Heard its own soul, it bewailed it as if it 1365|Could remember no other memory but its own,-- 1365|The little bird's song, the patter of its wings, 1365|The silence and the solitude of hours 1365|That it had wasted, and then, as if remembering, 1365|It sang,--a song of sorrow, as it said: 1365|"O memory, I sing of thee; 1365|O loss, I mourn for thee; 1365|Though death to these return thee, 1365|Rest or last journey, still 1365|I sing, I mourn for thee!" 1365|And down into the darkness, where it had been waking me, 1365|I dropped a tear-drop, that like raindrops 1365|Had fallen upon my garment, and I said, 1365|"O memory, I feel that thou 1365|Hast loved me; and for this, and for other reasons, 1365|The raindrops fall and the raindrops fall; 1365|And the little bird has told me so. 1365|"For other reasons, why 1365|Have they fallen upon me so?" 1365|And, down in my memories, of the little bird's song, 1365|How often, murmuring the sad tale, 1365|It had uttered, and the sorrowful heart's pain, 1365|And the joys of a long, long ======================================== SAMPLE 10910 ======================================== 1166|My life is only in the world of the past: 1166|It may be that the light is but a star 1166|That falls in the night. It may be God's sky 1166|Will make a new moon in the east. 1166|In that dark hour, where the hills stand on high 1166|Like the face of a throne, and the light on my face 1166|Is only death, and the darkness, oh God, 1166|When the world is as darkness, I rise up, 1166|And I kiss the light that falls from God's hand. 1166|The waves are wild, I am lost, 1166|I cannot find my way, 1166|And they cry and cry with a sobbing cry 1166|Beneath the darkness of the sea. 1166|The sea, the sea, the deep, 1166|The wind, the wind, the sea -- 1166|All things are troubled. The world, its path, 1166|Is fraught with peril and woe. 1166|I am lost . . . . yet I rise up and speak with thee 1166|In a dream, as a child of thy skin. 1166|My heart is as a flame 1166|Under the deep sea's black, 1166|Where waves of shadows rise in a mist 1166|And cover me and forsake me. 1166|But I dream that I see a light, and then -- 1166|A dream, a gleam, -- and all is clear. 1166|In a dream I stand above 1166|The waves that break and boil and boil away, 1166|And I pray to God that his wrath 1166|Were vain in the darkest night of hell, 1166|And I rest by the waters of the sea. 1166|The sea is wild . . . and, when it is done, 1166|I will be drowned in thy waves of gold -- 1166|Wake out of my dream of the sea! 1166|I am alone, the sea is lonely, 1166|My shadow is all that I have; 1166|Yea, there is a loneliness in the sea 1166|That only death can understand. 1166|God, Thou art great. Who hath known Thee? 1166|Thou knowest all things. 1166|I am alone, the sea is lonely, 1166|Yea, in deep ocean's heart, a sea. 1166|God, Thou art noble. Who hath known Thee? 1166|He whom all men praise; 1166|Thou knowest all things. 1166|I am alone, the sea is lonely, 1166|All that I name, 1166|I have all that I have given, 1166|A great heart and a loving soul, 1166|A loving, faithful soul: 1166|God, Thou art wise. 1166|I am alone, the sea is lonely, 1166|God, Thou art just, the sea knows not Thee, 1166|For all the earth Thou wishest is right; 1166|Thou knowest all things, 1166|I have all that I have given, 1166|I will see Thy will, Lord God: 1166|I have given Thee all I have, Lord God: 1166|I have given Thee all to Thee, 1166|For evermore. 1166|I am alone, the sea is lonely, 1166|The waves are fierce for my soul's blood 1166|In a sea of wrath; 1166|And I know that it is not right 1166|To stand apart for cold silence, 1166|Like a wasted woman in a lone spot. 1166|So I wait as doth all men wait 1166|For the death of sin and the death of shame, 1166|That they may rise a little higher 1166|Than they have grown to do with, standing here. 1166|Yet I wait a little longer, Lord, 1166|For in all God's name I hold Thee good, 1166|I have looked by Thy face and all Thy ways 1166|Have seen no sin, no evil ways, but only Thee -- 1166|Lord, Thy goodness doth not spare Thee this. 1166|God, I stand alone in the sea; 1166|The sea is luring me blindly 1166|To its ======================================== SAMPLE 10920 ======================================== 1030|At the time of the Battle of Boscovite. 1030|It was said by the Czar, who did him no harm, 1030|It was not by him, or by the King was he hit: 1030|The French who are in the battle with so much care 1030|Should have sent him, they should have hit him right through. 1030|A great General is King Charles of France; 1030|But the greatest King is the King of Ireland. 1030|Now at once he was sent to Belgium 1030|To be struck down as a French Agent, 1030|For the same offence that our good Lord Chesterfield 1030|Was committing against our great General. 1030|There was many there, who came up to be struck down: 1030|But the most bold was a man that looked up and said: 1030|"Lord Lanytdou, sir, I speak French, and know it; 1030|And I would speak French, if that might be spoken; 1030|And I would speak English, if that might be done, 1030|If that might be accomplished in such a heat; 1030|But for this fault, here I have never done wrong, 1030|If you'll make it right, I'll never be in France.' 1030|Charles said: "I will hit him if he strikes you first." 1030|So being struck down, the Duke of Cumberland 1030|Was, like all the others (for you'll suppose it), 1030|The King's servant, and he stayed to take the tea, 1030|For he was in such excellent humour with King. 1030|And he had a tale, and it did cause great mirth, 1030|For he came up to King Charles in a trice, 1030|And he said, "My Lord, a very good tale you tell; 1030|But the worst of them all, was a speech you spoke, 1030|And the worst of them all, was the sword I wore; 1030|But for this wrong you have done me and my race, 1030|I've a sword, and I am a lord of large power, 1030|My subjects can make me a sword, and take me down, 1030|Though I have offended, and do me no wrong. 1030|But you shall strike my father, and take him down; 1030|And he will pay you back with a sword of fire, 1030|For he has betrayed the King, and betrayed mankind; 1030|For he is my enemy, and he is my foe, 1030|And the third greatest traitor and the best betrayer. 1030|"But be it as you are, but be it as you are, 1030|And we, if there be any else on earth beside us, 1030|Shall take him in a week, and make him our king; 1030|And then I'll strike you down, for what is the King's own. 1030|O God, our God, shall we no longer bear this? 1030|O God, shall we no longer take a King for our father?" 1030|The King of France said, "I will not take the King, 1030|Nor you for a second; but I will make an end 1030|Of Lanystow, whom I took in a day. 1030|I sent him, with a great company of men, 1030|Out to the battle, and gave him good weather; 1030|But when he got home, and not on any rule 1030|Was he more than two hours behind his guide; 1030|Then God, and man, did we make him a sword, 1030|A sword of vengeance, and made him a hawk." 1030|Now Lanystow took up a great cry for men, 1030|And the Duke of Cumberland a great cry also, 1030|And came out to battle, and made for Castlecary. 1030|Then was put to bed for his great talk and talk, 1030|And the third and the fifth thing on the list, men 1030|Who did nothing for a year and a day. 1030|The King of France said, "I will strike you down, 1030|By having my head cut off, and I'll have my hair done." 1030|So they struck him down, and did a hair, 1030|Linystow and his his men of the Queen's; 1030 ======================================== SAMPLE 10930 ======================================== 16059|¡Oh! si la ave mano en este mundo! 16059|Si en el mundo te vierte el mundo! 16059|¿Dónde vuelve á sus vecinos son? 16059|¡Oh! tu carro, cierto, amigo, viera! 16059|¡Despiértenes, lo puedes vino miedo! 16059|¡Ah! esperes que de mis ojos no es casaros! 16059|Ya vez serena en dudmura olvido: 16059|¡De mis ojos jamás no desparada 16059|A la verdad desahogo de su venganza! 16059|¿Dónde vuelve á sus vecinos son? 16059|Ya vez serene acepta en el áspero; 16059|¡Ay, sufrir en su frase, mi abaso, 16059|Unas avila muy muerte en el sol. 16059|No hay muy pesar ya,--à congoja 16059|Nuevo de mis dulces no serena, 16059|Que de mis eternas no resplandeciaba 16059|Que de allí con mis pensamientos; 16059|Y tú, mi pecho, te oscura el venturoso, 16059|La suerte que el mundo se paga; 16059|Vase al pie del mundo leyenda 16059|Con mis poco lo pechaba en la tierra: 16059|Y que tenaz mal no se en las vegas, 16059|Para que al pie deshojaba al mundo; 16059|Yo no paga el pecho, se desdeñaba 16059|Todo es en Méjianos, y á la guerra, 16059|Y olvidados á su grandeón me llevaba 16059|Tendiendo y en las naves plácida 16059|Á su solitar lo quejarse á una nave, 16059|Tendió mi venturoso abrigó para: 16059|Un vaso dejando con la tierra 16059|Le dan mejor, que le dan al olvido 16059|¡Ay, siempre se escribiaron las naves 16059|De los pies y desdeñ! ¡Oh! ¡las vegas 16059|Ya tochen con misas y aspiciosas! 16059|Dijo se le regre un desdichas sombra 16059|Segun las sombras de ira y se desmina! 16059|Y un año sacó,--Y yo me acabará,-- 16059|Del que dió en mi desdichas mi mocenaz. 16059|Y entre Dios míos mi corta, y mi tocadero 16059|Del dulce Dios, y de dientes alcanza segnes, 16059|Y la reina de los pies del alma llena, 16059|De allí en las nubes la conciencia esfera, 16059|Y el diablo trópico y el rey de la puerta, 16059|Y no cercen asmástico le hallaba sus brazos. 16059|Así la luna señor, y asílas de rigor, 16059|Con las nubes que aun gloriosa de múrperes 16059|Entró por su gloria el ocio con la puerta, 16059|Y el aire pálidos y el dolor de paseas. 16059|Aquíle un bocado del puerto, 16059|Aquíle un bocado y el alma mía 16059|De que al fin se desciñe, y esa nave 16059|La cuna y la luna se llena. 16059|¡Oh Dios! ¡oh Dios mía! ¡ay! ¿No veis, no pasa 16059|Me paga quieres? ¡Dios mío ======================================== SAMPLE 10940 ======================================== 8672|In each little house of the gay. 8672|And they thought "She's a sweet-faced girl: 8672|Is she the child of her nature? 8672|Can she be made to feel alone, 8672|Sick of the world and its annoy, 8672|Sick, sad, vexed and lonely? 8672|"O we must look upon her with 8672|The eyes of the angels' eyes, 8672|That shine in the soul of her, 8672|And never a sorrow will fill 8672|The vacant soul with its prayers. 8672|"Let the light of her heart to greet 8672|Come into the house and fill it 8672|With glory and tenderness, 8672|And joy--but then that joy's for naught, 8672|It has no meaning and no feeling, 8672|And never a feeling, poor thing, 8672|But weeps, alas, without a word." 8672|But though their hopes were all to die, 8672|And furl'd about in bitter pain, 8672|They strove that in her eyes should live 8672|The dear and the radiant ray. 8672|And soon in the sunny South they came, 8672|With the gay, proud and proudest maids 8672|Of every shape and face they met: 8672|And the smile she wore when she took them on, 8672|And the words she said in her shyness, 8672|And with them to her own darling place 8672|Where love should be blest. 8672|And while with wild delight they ran 8672|Where the trees and the fount of dew 8672|Were fresh in their flowery pasture places, 8672|The white-rob'd maids came out from them 8672|To meet him, and to lead him. 8672|One gave him a kiss without grace: 8672|"It suits him--He's kind," the maids cried, 8672|"He'll give you all we can lend him," 8672|Then they took the maid from him and came 8672|A thousand rods from thence to kiss him 8672|More lovingly than she;-- 8672|And with a smile that spoke her fondness 8672|They welcomed him from the maiden's place, 8672|And in a few short moments they both 8672|Had kissed her heart and her soul away. 8672|Then they sat down and in silence smiled 8672|Among their white-rob'd brethren there; 8672|And their voices were mingled of praise 8672|And the tender caressing, 8672|And he caught at his white-cap's ring 8672|And thought of her tenderness he showed 8672|Ere it had faded or departed, 8672|And the pride he had taken for her, 8672|And the pride it had given, 8672|And the sweetness it had brought to her 8672|From his own white heart and tenderness. 8672|The little birds are nestling in a nest 8672|Where the bees have hummed till day is done; 8672|For the bees have hummed them all the day to keep 8672|The little children from getting hungry; 8672|Hang high their little cup-boards, nestle close, 8672|Close to the lattice of the tree that's near. 8672|There the bee-hives swing in the wind so they make 8672|A little humming-comb for their pleasure; 8672|And the honey sits in the little chests like gold; 8672|There all the day the little babies live, 8672|Who would all be as rich as the sun, 8672|But for honey and honey's good. 8672|They have the little room where the light's sure to shine 8672|In the little sunshine, and there they can lay 8672|The little children at their ease 8672|When they think of the wealth they have won 8672|As the children of a bee-keeper. 8672|But they know not the secrets of the hive, 8672|The secrets of the hive where their wealth is hidden, 8672|Where its secrets the bees would not tell, 8672|But the little babies would not hear. 8672|I went to the river bank and looked at the meadows, 8672|And thought how we walked under the maple branches 8672|That grow ======================================== SAMPLE 10950 ======================================== 28591|I'll seek the world's good shews; 28591|And I'll think they're fair to see, 28591|And they're not hidden away. 28591|And I'll seek, and seek, forever, 28591|To find them everywhere, 28591|Like mountain tops of granite, 28591|In sunny valleys bare; 28591|And I will make a book of my own soul's secrets, and link 28591|Its leaves with the roots of the earth that make up life's fabric. 28591|I'll draw my own breath. Who knows what shall follow? 28591|I cannot know what I do know, 28591|And I cannot go so far as to say where I am going, 28591|For all I know is what I know. 28591|The wind that is blowing in the valley, 28591|The bird that is singing in the wood, 28591|I know them all; but ah, I care not, 28591|I must go as the wind blows away. 28591|I must go and look at the cloud-drifts, 28591|I must go and think of the sky, 28591|Shall I come in when the wind is low, 28591|Shall I come in when the wind is high? 28591|I shall never go and leave you here, 28591|I must never go and leave you here; 28591|Ah, never come in when the wind is high, 28591|Never come in when the wind is low. 28591|I'd know the time and the place to-morrow, 28591|I'd know the way when the day would end; 28591|I'd seek you far--in the forest, on mountain, 28591|I'd seek you at the river-side, 28591|I'd seek you in the forest or wood, 28591|But never come when the wind is low. 28591|Now, dear, while you're in bed, 28591|What is a sweet dream? 28591|When you are up and away, 28591|What is a sweet sound? 28591|When you are snug in bed 28591|What is a sweet song? 28591|A sweet dream is a pleasant one, 28591|And a sweet song a sweet song indeed: 28591|But the sweet song and the sweet dream are one, 28591|A very very small world to live in. 28591|O dear, dear mother of me! 28591|I'll never lay my head 28591|On thy cold white breast to rest; 28591|I will not look to see 28591|Thy smile upon me now; 28591|I'll keep thee up with tears, 28591|And pray to thee by night; 28591|Tears are for children dear; 28591|The children, the father's fears; 28591|And prayers, for children dear. 28591|I thank my God that my feet 28591|Are white, and my name is John; 28591|I thank my God with all my heart 28591|For the blessings this day shall share; 28591|I thank my God, and with content, 28591|And with gladness, I take all in. 28591|God's will be done, and my Will 28591|May be as well fulfilled 28591|As I hold this bread and this cup. 28591|All things must come to pass; 28591|What I can will I do. 28591|Though I never more with you shall stand, 28591|I've something now I'm sure of-- 28591|This, O Christ, is a promise made 28591|Of what shall befall me. 28591|Thou hast heard all my prayers, 28591|And God is with me still, 28591|And my spirit is like the summer sky 28591|That grows clear and blue. 28591|I say, O Lord! I am not wise 28591|Or sad in praying; 28591|For life is what is called a long day, 28591|And all the years are long. 28591|And what there is in every heart 28591|That is not paid for hard by strife 28591|Lies hidden away 28591|In some dark, deep, hidden place. 28591|I'm sure the Lord is just, 28591|And that he loves us well; 28591|But still I sometimes fail to see 28591|How he ======================================== SAMPLE 10960 ======================================== Mayhap that my own name was read, 36954|And the "I" that never took a vow. 36954|Oh, the days, when life was sweet, and sweet and sweet; 36954|How glad to have that life, and to have it so,-- 36954|When the world was made for all, and all is fair, 36954|And all was good and sweet--what should one care? 36954|But these days, they are not good, they are not sweet, 36954|Nor yet sweet all of a sudden; they have left me sore; 36954|They have put on a heavy frown, and I am old, 36954|And my days are dull and dull, and I have grown sick 36954|Of that life of which I was promised so, 36954|And of which I was told so late to be sad. 36954|Oh, the days! the days! that I was promised so! 36954|Oh, for life to come unbidden, unburdened quite,-- 36954|The dear, old days, when I was free to choose! 36954|And I know that I'll be very glad I did 36954|When I shall go, to that life, unbidden, unburdened quite, 36954|To that quiet, deep, and loving, dear, old life, 36954|Where there is no pain, and there is no care; 36954|Where we may go where we will; no one annoy; 36954|And to all that makes the world so dull and sad, 36954|And where all that makes the world so sweet is well-- 36954|How we'll forget the woes of days unbidden, unburdened quite, 36954|And live on life's sweet spring-time for a day. 36954|And I'm glad that in the summer of my life, 36954|When the suns come out with all their glory on, 36954|In the warm season of the summer of my life 36954|I've been able to choose between a sun and moon; 36954|That my name has been heard from all our neighbors round, 36954|And my work done wherever I have been; 36954|That my friends and neighbors are so glad to see 36954|I have been good without being too much here; 36954|And that I've been, at last, and the best of friends 36954|And very good without being so much loved-- 36954|I'm very glad that in the summer of my life, 36954|When my friends and I were happy all the while. 36954|Now I wait, as waits all this--a choice for me, 36954|To go on with life with what is left of me, 36954|To go, like many another mortal who, 36954|In that bright, summer time, will come to rest, 36954|And get a little farther from the things he knows, 36954|In spite of all that makes him madly proud; 36954|Or, if I choose not to be cheerful, to sing 36954|Like other mortals all the future through, 36954|And make no one think twice when I am gone 36954|Of whom all thought, until their madness ended, 36954|I have acted nobly, save the man who won. 36954|I must give up the task I choose to do; 36954|And tell a tale of "unfortunate bliss;" 36954|But still I have a heart I've found strong and true; 36954|My heart--'tis very strong--has not been struck twice. 36954|O, happy days! and days more happy made, 36954|When I was young and happy and the same! 36954|I love you, too--yet sometimes a faint and sickly cough 36954|Comes yonder, and I have lost the power to speak. 36954|I do not like to be alone at night, yet here 36954|I stay--in pleasant beds; and when I find 36954|I have not found them, I sit down to weep 36954|For hours with them, and think it was a sin 36954|For any to go out at night and wander. 36954|'Tis a great sin, and one to think I shouldn't do it, 36954|Unless I had a chance to win one and do it, 36954|And could not live when I had come to have it. 36954|I do not like to be alone at night, yet here, ======================================== SAMPLE 10970 ======================================== 1728|evened. But the people were not yet wholly 1728|gone, for one and all they were longing for 1728|the goodly ship, but they had not come in that 1728|parting of the night. So Odysseus lay 1728|down to sleep, in darkness and silence. And 1728|Odysseus slept as he had done for twelve whole 1728|days and nights, and the maidens of the gods 1728|permitted him to sleep with them. But on the 1728|twelfth day, soon as the slumber took him, 1728|the slumber of the slothful spirit was broken, and 1728|it awaked me, even as Zeus, who is the first 1728|of gods, sends tidings to man with evil utterance. 1728|Therefore I arose and came to him and began to 1728|tell him all my woeful plight. Then he drew me, 1728|gladsome to him, to the high chamber that stands 1728|above the city, and sat down with me there. 1728|And at the last he began again his slumber, 1728|the slothful one. But I stirred me from sleep, and 1728|answered, saying, Odysseus, son of Laertes, renowned 1728|and mighty Odysseus, even now is not the time 1728|to go to the ships and take your homeward way; 1728|but I must lie all night in thy deep dwelling in 1728|death. Go then and lay me low in some rich man's 1728|halls, and sleep and nurse me, for the gods are very 1728|dear to mortal men, and so I must not sleep in 1728|the house of Odysseus, but must keep watch and ward 1728|for me all night; for even now the woman mourns for 1728|me, and all the wooers are holding their mourning 1728|in the halls. But come; let us take the best of 1728|puddings, that we may make merry in the smoke of 1728|a swot-like fire; and I will give thee this 1728|gift and I will give thee this service for thy good 1728|dedication, namely to be thy friend and protectél of 1728|me whensoeversoever thou wilt, until that 1728|gift which Zeus gave thee is laid on thee.' 1728|So he spake, and in the morning the old man awoke and 1728|hastened to his own light, and sat in his bright chair in 1728|the hall, and the maid poured forth before him the 1728|flowers, that she might bathe them in the fragrant 1728|flood, and pour the hot water through a fine 1728|whip. And he went forth from the hall, and sat him 1728|down by his pillar, watching as he should be first 1728|to come, to open the doors and bring in his gifts. 1728|Now when he had brought forth all the flowers of 1728|flowers that she had laid there, the wooers took heed 1728|and to their hearts' content, and came and sat at the 1728|feet of Odysseus. Then the old man touched him with 1728|his wand of wax, and waxed fierce of heart and spake to 1728|him winged words: 1728|'Son of Laertes, of all men most welcome are all 1728|things to thee, and of the goodliest is the goodly 1728|cup, for in that hour of godlike Odysseus is an 1728|humble man, and the wooers that sat at the father's 1728|feet have left their fatherly pavilion. But in no 1728|wise canst thou return, though thou dost hope to go 1728|on many a day, till surely now thy heart is 1728|not inclined to take the evil way, for thou art a 1728|menial, and hast no great boast. But even so thou 1728|art not far off in thy going, for the old man 1728|seeth the third hour of all the days of men, the longest 1728|of the time, the tenth watch of the sons of light. But 1728|at a sign all his sons would be weary of watching and 1728|of sorrowing. Come ======================================== SAMPLE 10980 ======================================== 37371|And made her look with a look of surprise. 37371|The girl took in the picture, 37371|And said it was really true. 37371|The maiden said, "It is really true!" 37371|With a start, 37371|And she looked at the picture. 37371|The maiden said, "I _am_ a lovely maiden, 37371|And the picture is really true!" 37371|Now who was a painter-- 37371|Or who was a painter? 37371|The painter, the painter, 37371|And the maiden, oh! 37371|The painter, the painter, 37371|And the maiden, what of the maiden? 37371|The painter said, "I am good. 37371|When I sit in my room, 37371|I paint my picture with a brush and a line." 37371|The painter said, "Goodie, goodie!" 37371|And he went to his work. 37371|The painter that painted the house thought of his mother, 37371|And said, "Oh! is it her? 37371|And the words that he wrote her in he wrote so well, 37371|That she sent for him to paint her to-morrow, 37371|I never saw a better painter ever." 37371|The painter he went, and he came home 37371|The mother came from the street, 37371|And bowed down her head, 37371|"The son that is not good 37371|A painted picture has done." 37371|And then he said, "No, my daughter, 37371|I shall do his best with my own work; 37371|As I can, let me paint you." 37371|But when he came back, he was not half 37371|As good as his mother was. 37371|And the painter that painted the house said 37371|To himself, "I am forced; 37371|He has painted as he cannot stand, 37371|He will never again paint as he can." 37371|In the town where the water is deep 37371|You never can tell with a straight 37371|Which is best, and which is best, 37371|And by your side lies the water 37371|That spreads itself forever more. 37371|The sea is the shore of my heart, 37371|But the land is the sky. 37371|The sky is a crystal dome 37371|That the blue waters spread, 37371|It is the sky where our spirit 37371|Shows wonder and prayer. 37371|The sea is the sea, and heaven of hope, 37371|My soul, the sea to hold. 37371|The house is a wall of marble, 37371|With flowers and white and green, 37371|Where the sea-birds of twilight 37371|Pave an eternal dance. 37371|The sea is the sky, and the sky above 37371|Is blue above, and the same 37371|That over the waves of the sky hangs. 37371|If there ever come a time of need, 37371|When I could go from this wall of stone, 37371|To the sea's broad sky above it all, 37371|I would hie. 37371|I would not say a word, I would stand 37371|Upon this white, marble pavement of snow, 37371|And, when some one passed me by came back, 37371|I would turn and meet his eyes with a smile. 37371|The sea-birds of twilight 37371|Pave an eternal dance. 37371|If there ever come a time of need, 37371|When I could go from this wall of stone, 37371|That my face were fair to the eyes of you, 37371|I would hie. 37371|Aye, the sea-birds of twilight, 37371|Pave an eternal dance. 37371|My heart is as clear as the ocean's foam, 37371|And my eyes as keen as the eyes of a snake, 37371|For the light that through the water is shed,-- 37371|The light that through the ocean is shed. 37371|My heart is as clear as the ocean's foam, 37371|And my eyes as keen as the eyes of a child, 37371|When the wind-gusts are blowing from the west, 37371|And a storm is on the blue and heavy sky, ======================================== SAMPLE 10990 ======================================== 615|In order to make them, he had ordered them 615|To serve him for a guard." As is said, the 615|Rapture of the knight is such, that he 615|Remembers every place where he doth sing, 615|And every song that he hath written down, 615|From the first day whereof he tells me. 615|And he to him that erst while was my lord 615|Branch onward, and of a king he said: 615|"No less than I am now, a captive made, 615|The earth below is by that wight to blight, 615|Who hath such power o'er all earth below." 615|In such words; and this while I have not told 615|Of wondrous things or wondrous men, as I 615|Am fain, above my space, to content my ear; 615|But, that without more wasting of the time, 615|Which in their courses comes to many a wight, 615|And to the reading of what is manifest, 615|The present measures will I take, which rhyme: 615|And so proceed, in order, line by line, 615|As well for wit's good aid as for you sake. 615|The knight, who from that fatal day had seen 615|Of men, and beast, and devil an endless store, 615|He, which could think, in thought without a peer, 615|So great and varied a staff in his possest, 615|That he had need of guard against this store, 615|And also arms, with the most important gear, 615|To do the rest, with the same worth and dight, 615|His armour with which he could make the hedge; 615|Which, from a giant warrior so large, he 615|Lately espied in his attempt to ward; 615|And, seeing that aught he could defend, he sought 615|The same for protection, and, through hope, 615|Aye did maintain of King and land, and bore, 615|With that great staff, arms, harness, lance, and lance; 615|And all the same was soon displayed in kind. 615|So that to this the mighty warrior, nought 615|That made him want a guard, could see or know. 615|So fitly fitted was the staff to guide 615|And aid him in his every journey, that 615|It was the monarch's pride, and also fate. 615|Of every day and shape, as in order he 615|Was brought to arms, in every place and place, 615|To aid him, many a marvel it displayed; 615|Whereof, beside the mighty staff, were found 615|Many more, by one, or other, on his side. 615|By the young lord, all that the Moorish race 615|Or the English earl could give, was there display'd, 615|Or to a noble work made, which he to man, 615|Was all that he had, wherewith to make apparelled. 615|The staff, in which, for so long a space, he wrought, 615|Was by the Norman king himself espied. 615|When he of this witnessed, that a staff more light 615|Than that by him was ever had before, 615|And one which he his lord, with the same kind 615|And same apparel, had with him espied, 615|The noble Charles, of those that would not go 615|With him, and him alone, before the town, 615|Said it might be, on the road-side, a tree 615|Of such immense size, that 'twas a tower; 615|And, while he spoke, on the same strain he played, 615|Of a large tower, which, he foresaw, would weigh 615|And tower at every moment, by the wain. 615|He spoke, and as he went, with full assent 615|To him, the old patriarch in such wise 615|Assured him, and to the monarch's thought, 615|As his foresight was for that wide, broad way. 615|So that he, with his lord, so weighty soole 615|Was made and loaded, that, if that weight 615|Were done by his own power, he might not go 615|Until the light should from that tower decline, 615|Which in one day would open, and allow 615|The passage of his troops and armies wide. 615|To his own staff Sir Richard, evermore, ======================================== SAMPLE 11000 ======================================== 5186|Sees his father's head-gear worn and faded, 5186|Sees no link of ancient loyalty 5186|Fastened in his heart. Wainamoinen 5186|Turns himself into the waters, 5186|Lifts high a canoe for sailing, 5186|Sings a song of ancient wisdom, 5186|Sings the origin of things, 5186|Song of the canoe of Pohya, 5186|How the gods made the stars and sunbeams, 5186|How the eagle flew, how ground-ears flourished, 5186|How the salmon, the Em'sinovani, 5186|First were fashioned in the waters. 5186|Then Poipsaa, young star of beauty, 5186|Thus addressed the aged Wainamoinen: 5186|"O thou wise and worthy hero, 5186|Wisest of all that man has built or shaped, 5186|Am I indeed the daughter 5186|Of the everlasting beings, 5186|Of the Heavenly choir of Singers? 5186|Or perchance, in wrong or advantage, 5186|Hast thou given birth to sorrow, 5186|To displeasure, and trouble, heroes, 5186|To the host of moil-devouring heroes? 5186|"When the years shall have no farther frosts, 5186|When the days no longer bound to earth are, 5186|Then will they break from out their prison, 5186|And proceed to war and battle. 5186|Whither shall I wend my wayward steps? 5186|Shall I, like the wind, in wonder sailing? 5186|Whither shall I, wild and wayward, 5186|Wander like a mother wondering, 5186|As her son, a wanderer on the ocean? 5186|Spake the ancient Wainamoinen: 5186|"Thither shall we direct our footsteps, 5186|To the hosts of evil evils, 5186|Where is the felicity of deep-sea 5186|And the pride of all the rivers, 5186|Where are met the vows of love, 5186|Weary journeys on the billows 5186|By the mischief-bearing shallows?" 5186|Whereupon, the host of wisdom, 5186|The eternal wisdom-singer, 5186|Thus answers in his sombre song: 5186|"Neither in depth, nor in extent, 5186|Neither is there place for strangers, 5186|'Tis a wide and dismal ocean; 5186|No place, nor one is all safe from foes, 5186|Nor surer warding off invaders. 5186|As it is, the best of all heroes, 5186|The sole survivor of his people, 5186|Has gone forth to woo and win her, 5186|Toils and struggles fruitlessly and sadly, 5186|Fain would go to bind his locks with flowers, 5186|In the deeps of Tampe. 5186|"But alas for all his toil and trouble, 5186|For his toil and trouble, anguish! 5186|All the wide-open places, 5186|Bordering on the ocean-billows. 5186|Gone are all his toils and cares for ever. 5186|Thus the song of Thestilochia: 5186|Traveller, bring forth fruit for me, 5186|For the present, bring my dove, O returnest 5186|Once to your home, O wondrous Rhee! 5186|Gone is thy train of pilgrims, 5186|Gone the revel of the Northland, 5186|Gone the days of my departed, 5186|As the wraiths of the departed, 5186|As the dreams of the departed. 5186|Gone the merry-make-believe, 5186|Gone the revel of my childhood, 5186|As a wave upon the water, 5186|As a hound upon the mountains, 5186|With his master at his mountain-dwelling. 5186|In a hut with his master, 5186|In a mountain-side his mansion, 5186|By his arms his young and lovely, 5186|As a boy at his own mountain-herb-bearing. 5186|Straightway forth stept Thestilochus 5186|From the lodge of his ancestor; 5186 ======================================== SAMPLE 11010 ======================================== 30463|A little child to look on 30463|Was a good neighbour; 30463|She had a nice little garden, 30463|With a bit of wood in it; 30463|She planted herself a tree 30463|For the two of them to sit upon, 30463|Just as tall as you are tall! 30463|And every now and then 30463|She watched me coming, 30463|I'd watch for an hour or more, 30463|Then make for my garden, 30463|For the two of them was good. 30463|We met in the garden, 30463|He put up his feet and leaned 30463|On the apple-tree's bough,--how he bent 30463|He did not understand! 30463|But I told him, "Why, Miss, don't worry 30463|Of the bird and the bee!" 30463|So we walked through the garden 30463|And I put in his coat and hat, 30463|And then we walked away.-- 30463|The moon was on the water and a girl 30463|Sat on a bank of green straw in the moonlight. 30463|Her hair was like the green sea-sand. 30463|There was a garden near Brat's Cross 30463|And over the hedge we came 30463|To the little green-girdled girl. 30463|She had green-girdled stockings on; 30463|And a dark blue satiny dress, 30463|And a white feather cap; and a long, white scarf 30463|About her white neck, and a long, white scarf 30463|About her neck, and a long, white scarf; 30463|Her hair looked like the green-girdled girl. 30463|And we told the little green-girdled girl 30463|To come with us and to wait; 30463|And we sat in the light o' the moon 30463|In the little green-girdled girl's room. 30463|And I danced round and round that green-girdled girl, 30463|The night grew dark and sad, 30463|With a gay little laughter on my lips, 30463|As I said: "My merry little Green-girdled Girl, 30463|The moon is on the water; 30463|The boat is in the harbour, 30463|The night is long and still, 30463|The night grows dark and long!" 30463|Then I kissed her dark brown brindle 30463|And carried it away, 30463|Up over the dark blue watery tide, 30463|To the little green-girdled girl, 30463|Who stood in the dark blue water-- 30463|"The fairies are at your window, 30463|Come out if you can, and tell them not!" 30463|"Please, please," said I, "will you kindly stay, 30463|And forget the long and lonely water?" 30463|"That I will do," said he, 30463|"Now, do you want to see the fairies, too?" 30463|"No, thank you, no," said I; 30463|"Oh, I can stay, for I'm sure I can see all!" 30463|He went with me down the garden: 30463|"You must not tell the giant fairies 30463|That they are in a fairy-land. 30463|Come, little girl, you mustn't look at any thing, 30463|For they've all a wide eyes and little noses, 30463|And they dance all night round the little beds, 30463|And they laugh at Mr. Pip, and Miss Lizzie Brown." 30463|I went up the tower at sea, 30463|Where the ships are sailing by, 30463|And here I told the sailor what I'd done, 30463|And he gave me a bright smile. 30463|There was an old woman in a shoe, 30463|Who went riding on a shoe.-- 30463|I could not eat the crumbs up there on the ground, 30463|For I was riding on a shoe! 30463|The red rose flowers peep out every day, 30463|And every day another little flower; 30463|With no good end in view to pass away, 30463|The dew comes and drops it everywhere. 30463|The sun shines down on them from above; ======================================== SAMPLE 11020 ======================================== 35165|The day will come when my lips shall speak; 35165|Ah, not my lips! Not mine, indeed! 35165|"O God," said the youth, "where shall I find 35165|That which may keep me from the sky?" 35165|"Where I will hide," said the Lord of Hosts, 35165|Then opened his heart, and kissed him. 35165|No sooner did his lips receive 35165|The Holy Name, they ceased to moan. 35165|Oh, happy man, that never knew 35165|The anguish of his human heart! 35165|The child's mother who had seen 35165|Her darling in the womb arise; 35165|She would not stand and watch him fall-- 35165|She would not linger in the place. 35165|But, hasting from that awful place, 35165|She fled before those holy feet; 35165|They led her in among the flowers, 35165|And gave to her new life's birth. 35165|The maiden now must live, as she 35165|Was born of women when she came, 35165|The maid of Earth must guard her love, 35165|So well and love so well, and be 35165|A nurse of all the world for aye. 35165|For here she stands within the shade 35165|Of ancient woodland, where the woodpile stands, 35165|And where the wild flowers, ever new, 35165|Bring forth the white, ripe, white blossoms bright 35165|That, when the sun's last rays are hid, 35165|Breathe their unutterable fragrance round, 35165|And with their own sweet murmurs are stirred 35165|To live again some perfect flower of spring. 35165|And thus for most of life her lot she bears. 35165|But now the time has come for her to flee, 35165|To find herself a new birth-place to rear 35165|And a new life to live for aye. 35165|It was the spring time: all her little ones 35165|Had gotten out upon the busy trail, 35165|And in the fields the swains did dally 35165|At whistling lyre or playing at their game, 35165|Until one man was bent with summer heat 35165|And bored with quiet. So with his good glass 35165|Of ale the good man went, and then the while, 35165|When all the others would take up the game 35165|His lot was much that he could not be alone. 35165|The evening passed, he rose, with light feet 35165|He mounted his horse and on the road 35165|Went slowly; and a little while, and then 35165|He paused and pondered on his journey's end. 35165|Why dost thou smile, and still thy cheeks are wet, 35165|Where a new joy the spring time brings to thee, 35165|Or wherefore should'st thou not to-morrow yield? 35165|Why hast thou no one to welcome thee, 35165|Thy soul must ever fly afar from us; 35165|Oh, what a lonely one is grief's self found! 35165|Yet when my heart was weary with my woe, 35165|To me the world seemed kindly, so I cried, 35165|(For the last time since I could not think or speak 35165|The time had passed) and went and knelt by her. 35165|As when one's child in infancy adores 35165|A face with love as soft and welcoming; 35165|So, with my grief, my heart would gaze on her, 35165|Grief's mother. 35165|The tears were there, her eyes with tears were bursting, 35165|Her very cheek was turning to grey-- 35165|A joy to see how her eyes that day 35165|Had so transformed to tender smiles and blue 35165|In the new spring time. 35165|"I wonder," would come the sad reply 35165|From my companion's eyes, "how I am to blame 35165|For my own heart's tears; I know not what's given 35165|To one who's lonely ever. Now take me. 35165|'Tis no much matter that there's no one here, 35165|For I'm happy, and if it were I loved 35165|I could live and love my thoughts to ease them 35165 ======================================== SAMPLE 11030 ======================================== 3295|That the day draws nigh, and I must leave her--as I did before; 3295|I had no power to make the heart she bore me to my friend 3295|Into a promise, nor so much as hinted that she deemed 3295|'The thing would not wait--' was the thing she desired. 3295|No matter, she was not pleased--' and so--no matter when. 3295|So that's the story, folks--one of the most of all. 3295|"My dear children," she said, and her laugh was merry and sweet, 3295|I, who for all my joy had missed, was in a sorry plight, 3295|My dear children, you have come back from the world, and you see 3295|The very moment we took your hands away from mine, 3295|It seemed to strike me as if an angel took a breath. 3295|"What's the matter, mother?" cried the angel. 3295|"What's the matter? Why this sudden dread? 3295|Why you are pale, and wan, and thin, 3295|Whereon the cheek is furrowed red-- 3295|Are you dreaming, mother?" 3295|"What would you have us dream, my children?" 3295|"Now first, mother, tell us the truth!" 3295|"At present," said the angel, 3295|"Tell me the truth about Joanne, 3295|And I'll tell you the truth about you." 3295|"Oh, mother!" echoed Joanne, 3295|"You are dreaming!--in the world--in the world. 3295|Yes, I am dreaming of your visit, 3295|Of the foolish foolish mirth, 3295|And the foolish foolish laughter--so glad I laughed so 3295|--Yet I knew from your parting that you were dying. 3295|"I have often watched you, mother, 3295|In the lonely dark the hours, 3295|And the moments of the gladness that was there, 3295|I have known you--knowing it-- 3295|But you are not here, Joanne. I am sorry, 3295|I was thinking of a thing that once had been-- 3295|'Twas an hour for happy thoughts, 3295|And the light of your heart all lit. 3295|"I am sorry for the strange dread 3295|Of your faithless darling; 3295|But I must speak, or else this talk will cease, 3295|And my words will be a wordy noise, 3295|And I shall not be understood. 3295|"I have always tried to be yourself, 3295|Yet you are not mine as I wished, 3295|You have not cared for me." 3295|"O, mother, mother, I do not know why this dread, 3295|This deepening sorrow in your face; 3295|Perhaps this is the reason that you do not hear 3295|Me--or else I have no speech." 3295|"And yet I can not tell why this dread 3295|Hath come upon you at their call; 3295|At their call we saw your heart grow softer, 3295|Where the tender, sad one still lingers, 3295|I could see it--the sweet, sad heart, that smiled 3295|When I saw you kneeling by it--before it, 3295|We had thought a moment's talk. 3295|"But you said to them, 'My darling, come to me. 3295|Come and sit by me; 3295|We shall live again, if only we can learn 3295|One thing; 3295|A blessing, a blessing, and this will bring 3295|Rest for your spirit--rest and peace.' 3295|"'O mother, mother, I was longing to speak, 3295|But my voice is so weak; 3295|Your praise is heavy--then a heavy thing, 3295|So heavy is the weight upon you, 3295|That the way may seem to fail.' 3295|"'Well, at last, mother, at last, I can begin to speak. 3295|I will tell you what the dream of youth foretold. 3295|I shall say no more, lest you should think I did. 3295|I will go back at last, and tell you of my life, 3295|And how I loved you, and how dear ======================================== SAMPLE 11040 ======================================== I, to show me the stars, on my knee laid me down in the 1728|house of the Thrasymedes, who is son of Aeolus, for the men of 1728|the Maeonian people are all averse from a stranger even to meet 1728|his eyes, and they would only kiss his knees. He is a man of 1728|tremulous hands, and of a devilish cunning. Even so one may 1728|tell one of the many tales I told under Troy's wall.' 1728|Then the goddess, grey-eyed Athene, answered him: 'Yea, 1728|describe it truly, stranger, if thou wilt, but I will make thee 1728|sure of all thy word. Aeolus was the son of old Aeetes, the 1728|son of Zeus, and the son of Oceanus. He made for the 1728|Lydians two brazen mountain-gates, and bound the knots with 1728|gold. And he bound the first gated the doors of his house, 1728|and the open doors of his hall of refuge, and bound it 1728|between two mountains. And he gave an iron key to the sons 1728|of Aeolus, a goodly key, and bound it with a golden key, and 1728|left it open, when Aeolus might pass to the Lydians on 1728|island and the Trojan host. Aeolus lay with his head, as 1728|one that is in slumber bound, and the doors of his house were 1728|shut, and Aeolus was the lord of the Lydians. So that the 1728|iron gates might be securely shut, he made a covenant with 1728|their feet, and with the feet of his sons, that they 1728|brought him a well of clean water in plenty, and would drink 1728|and eat with them, and would drink and drink and eat, until 1728|the very blood should be turned to wine. There would they 1728|drink, and eat with the most carnal of men; but the 1728|good father of the Lydians would he turn pale at the 1728|taste of wine, and he would cease from food, whether the 1728|wine had been pure or foul, for he knew the blood of a 1728|sonless friend.' 1728|Now the wise Odysseus of many counsels listened to the 1728|words of the goddess, and made no answer, but went straight 1728|along the hollow way to the inner chambers. 1728|Now there was a great door without the gate of the 1728|house, the way without the wall, and the very wall was 1728|without the door. And it was shut, shut, shut, and 1728|closed up from the daybreak till the dawn, when the golden 1728|thronings came in Odysseus. And the men of the Northland 1728|instructed him by signs to go through the open doors, 1728|and to lay hold of the strong pillars and pull back the 1728|gate. This he did by the first portents of his spirit, 1728|when he was wont to sail over the sea from sea to sea. 1728|Then he bowed his head, and spake in thy speech, and took 1728|full heed, and let the gates of the city fall. But 1728|Odysseus of many counsels spake among the people, and 1728|methought he saw the city as it were a single house, and 1728|the pillars were all twisted at the edge with a single 1728|hand, and he saw the house roof beneath him and the great 1728|house hall, as he was wont to see them. For the house made 1728|sure of him by signs, and bade him wait upon wise Telemachus, 1728|wherein she would make him content with store of 1728|ransom, and he stood to his purpose. But when he came to 1728|the house itself, he found the pillars twisted at the 1728|ide of the door, one with a slant line, one with a wider 1728|line, and one with a wide, so that he saw the door through 1728|which came the sound of sweet music, and the sweet 1728|voice of the flute-players. And he saw wide and slant 1728|plinths on pillars and seats all ======================================== SAMPLE 11050 ======================================== 27195|Ole John B. has gone to town to buy a new hat! 27195|And when he meets this dawg, in town to buy his hat. 27195|Ole Bob looks good, and is all heart. But he can't buy a new hat, 27195|As this dawg goes up to him, and says, "There's a new hat on!" 27195|Ole John is gittin' very fat, and looks so fine, 27195|When he sees my dawg's hat, with "Wullkie, wa?" 27195|Ole Joe has a wife, and she is good and kind, 27195|But her name it is Polly, and I guess her it is Not. 27195|If Joe and Polly it' pride, and Polly it' health, 27195|Ole Joe'll marry Polly, and she'll marry Joe. 27195|Ole Muddy Jockey's name is Jones; 27195|He lives in the barn outside the hill, 27195|And if ever you go that way 27195|You'll meet Jockey as berry-colored. 27195|He's a very proud and gallant fellow, 27195|And he has one shoe on, and one on the other; 27195|And he has got a blue ribbon tied behind his back. 27195|And his name is Jones; and he's fifty-seven years old. 27195|Away! away! you're a hind! and a sperrit, and a beast in the maw. 27195|Old Jim is the pride of the farm, 27195|With his red and tan coats and his buckled shoes. 27195|Little Jim should have half a loaf, 27195|And bring in the other half as fat. 27195|Old Jim is the pride of the farm, 27195|And often he plays at "squirrel marbles." 27195|Little Jim should have half a loaf, 27195|And bring in the other half as fat. 27195|Old Jim is the pride of the farm, 27195|And always seem to be with his brother Joe. 27195|Little Jim should have half a loaf, 27195|And bring in the other half as fat. 27195|Old Jim is the pride of the farm, 27195|And often in Sunday clothes he rides. 27195|Little Jim should have half a loaf. 27195|And bring in the other half as fat. 27195|Young Jim is the pride of the farm, 27195|With his blue and brown coats on; 27195|And what has he done all the day? 27195|He brought in the butter and the cream. 27195|Young Jim is the pride of the farm, 27195|And often he plays at "squirrel marbles." 27195|Young Jim should have half a loaf, 27195|And bring in the other half as fat. 27195|Old Jim is the pride of the farm, 27195|And often, when he takes a nap, 27195|He looks up in his face and says, "The Lord please lend me an ear." 27195|Little Jim and Browny, the two little bears, 27195|With their backs to the gate and their faces to the wall, 27195|Go in like clockwork to the milkmaid's; but you never 27195|See the old folks stand and stare with their hands on the sash, 27195|While Little Jim goes off to his proper dairy. 27195|Old Mother Goose, when 27195|She wanted to travel, 27195|Would walk barefoot, 27195|'Cause she thought it fun. 27195|When she got to the places, 27195|She would dance, 27195|For she was so fun. 27195|She had such a merry way, 27195|And a sing-song 27195|Old Mother Goose knew. 27195|Little Bo-peep had a thing 27195|Call'd a turban, 27195|That was just like a wig, 27195|And couldn't get it through the teeth. 27195|He put it on his head, 27195|And then off he ran 27195|Like a turbaned thing! 27195|There was an old Woman 27195|Whose nose was really long, 27195|And she loved to comb it. 27195|She comb'd it very well 27195|When the heat of summer 27195|Was very much upon ======================================== SAMPLE 11060 ======================================== 5185|For a month and a day." 5185|Then the wild Turk, Ilmarinen, 5185|Gave this answer to the crowd: 5185|"There is none among you all, 5185|None of those who come here, 5185|None who will sell me girls, 5185|None who will drive me boys 5185|To the wood-dens of Hisi." 5185|Wainamoinen spake in answer: 5185|"Fare thou well, O lovely maid! 5185|Woes ha I for thee and thine! 5185|Warring against God and suitor, 5185|To the battle now endeavor, 5185|In the wood-glen drive to battle, 5185|In the heath-land drive the cattle." 5185|Then the maid, the sweet and lovely, 5185|Lived and moved among the cattle; 5185|Rode her bulls within the pasture, 5185|As in numbers she remained. 5185|Wainamoinen, old and truthful, 5185|Straightway journeys to the meadows, 5185|On the border of the pasture, 5185|On the lowland where the reed-beds 5185|Fold and bend in the verdant verdure, 5185|On the level land of pines. 5185|In the midst of all the meadows 5185|He determined was to battle 5185|With the herdsman of Pohyola. 5185|Quick the hero-slayer hastens, 5185|Strikes him on the upper vitals, 5185|In the middle of his liver; 5185|Through the interstices of blood, 5185|And the organs of his body. 5185|Then the hero-slayer falls prostrate, 5185|Placid falls the hero, Paukkewno, 5185|On his bended knees and elbows, 5185|On the prairie's level surface; 5185|And a hand from out his vesture, 5185|Quickly takes these words to Jumala: 5185|"O thou worthy youth, my son, 5185|Thou my worthy servant swineher, 5185|If thou hadst consideration 5185|To express thy feelings freely 5185|Plungest in the viper's poison, 5185|Thou wouldst know a father's sorrow; 5185|From the viper hadst thou suffered, 5185|From the poison hadst thou suffered 5185|Like the other wretched children, 5185|Like the others in thy tribe neglected. 5185|"If thou couldst have seen my parents, 5185|If thou hadst not only seen them, 5185|Thou wert wishing for their service, 5185|Wishing for their love and pleasure; 5185|Thou wert wishing for thy brother, 5185|And for me as well their loveliness; 5185|Thus would they have been behaving, 5185|Had it not been that I have protected thee, 5185|Had it not been that I have set thee 5185|High as now above them all. 5185|"Thou wouldst have believed, my worthy son, 5185|Thou wouldst have believed that I am happy, 5185|Thou wouldst have believed that I live for living, 5185|Wouldst have thought that I ever loved thee. 5185|False indeed have been the thoughts that filled 5185|Thy restless and dissolute mind, 5185|False the hope that thou hast accepted, 5185|False the dream that thou hast believed; 5185|Wilt thou now unashamed resign, 5185|Sow thy roots sedentarylow, 5185|Join thy youthful brothers-in-law, 5185|Join thine old and ineffectual friend? 5185|Better it had never been, O swain, 5185|Didst thou think it had been, Gallagher, 5185|Swineherd so highly of thy life 5185|I have often said, and still say, 5185|Never will I swain another swain 5185|Save among my good and evil deeds. 5185|"Shouldst thou ever think to turn to worse, 5185|Swear thy name is not my helper, 5185|Call me not as an accomplice, 5185|Take no wife as a wife thou ======================================== SAMPLE 11070 ======================================== 24605|To bring in the world's new wealth. 24605|I'd bring the money a-foot 24605|And buy the world with all a-month. 24605|The world can't turn without it, 24605|It grows its heart's desire by, 24605|And the world's heart, too, is a-flame 24605|To love and win the prize you seek. 24605|The world's life is a mighty struggle, 24605|A stormy life as the sea is, 24605|But there is a sunny spot 24605|Where the sunshine lingers still, 24605|And the heart that fears can never fear. 24605|O, the bright and sunny scenes 24605|Where the sunshine lingers still, 24605|And the hearts that fear never weep; 24605|A blessed time above the sea, 24605|And of life's joy and bloom, 24605|The heart is the wind-flower that sighs. 24605|The world needs its little hero more than God on earth, 24605|And the world needs him still when the world needs him the most; 24605|The world needs him still when it needs him the worst, 24605|And the world needs him the best, when it needs him all. 24605|I know a little boy, 24605|Who's as bright and neat 24605|As a picture in a delight, 24605|And, most wonderful, 24605|Is singing in his play. 24605|A boy who's in the play, 24605|And in full health, 24605|And with his little friends 24605|On earth, at home. 24605|So gay and small and shy, 24605|And yet with something of a grace; 24605|A boy who's learning every day 24605|What he never learns in school; 24605|A boy who doesn't care 24605|If he live to be old, 24605|Or where he's banished too. 24605|He is the happiest, best, 24605|Of all my children dear; 24605|I will never be a poor 24605|Without him, and without him, always. 24605|One day I said, "Ain't it fun" to Johnny, 24605|And then as the sun was setting slowly going 24605|Away from the road, I said, "I wonder what 24605|The pleasure is like to ride in a carriage." 24605|But he turned to me with a silly look, 24605|A little surprised, then said, "But don't mention 24605|It to Grand-dad." 24605|"So the car was always yours," I said, "and always 24605|When you were riding it you could ride 24605|And ride it when riding it, just as he did." 24605|Then he smiled a little. 24605|"Did he ride the horses in his day, or mine?" 24605|I wondered all that afternoon how he could say. 24605|But his smile was true when his lips were silent and 24605|deep, 24605|And he answered, "The horses were riding all along, 24605|And the carriage was riding all along, too." 24605|"And you're riding it now." 24605|But a laugh came from Johnny, 24605|as though he were pleased I guessed, 24605|"And you're riding it now! 24605|And the carriage is riding it now, 24605|It has stayed a whole month at the best, and rides 24605|So good, it is the best ride of them all. 24605|And oh, the horse is riding so well, 24605|In its long brown mane, with a neat 24605|And very long neck and body, just 24605|Like a horse it ought to be, it is, 24605|And riding so good, and just just as good 24605|As the best ride of them all." 24605|"Now the carriage's coming, it's coming--hull, 24605|Down, down, down, little carriage, can't 24605|Sit still, I beg, 24605|It is a delight to roam, 24605|And ride on such a grand car, 24605|And it won't ride too slow, 24605|And it's going so fast, 24605|'Tis the best car of them all!" 24605|But just ======================================== SAMPLE 11080 ======================================== 1229|And every voice of his in me is one 1229|Of the joy his song had in it: 1229|And when I look in that light I laugh, 1229|For I know when in that joy I laughed, 1229|I should have laughed for ever. 1229|Oh, say not for me that I am glad 1229|For the bitter bitter fate that makes me glad 1229|To feel, as I walk through the fields, 1229|That something higher and richer 1229|Ascribes 1229|than the happy world's delight. 1229|But now to the sun-litten earth 1229|I trust that my wayward ways 1229|Of song will lead me in peace down thy ways, 1229|Where thy bright waters never tread: 1229|Where never the tender sky-lark, 1229|Or chattering trout, or nightingale 1229|Descend, 1229|To say 1229|How my heart leaps up to hear how they 1229|Sing in the light of thy glory. 1229|In all thy fields that were gathered 1229|In the song of them all, 1229|The music of my youth I catch 1229|To my song's eager delight, 1229|And with rapture from thee gather 1229|What I cannot understand 1229|Of what thou dost know not, I sing. 1229|Then say not that the words are wild, 1229|That my heart in them thrills and leaps, 1229|For I know when the morning's golden 1229|Comes out of the sunlight, 1229|And the birds their little cawings 1229|In the branches above me hear. 1229|Then say not that I'm glad I am, 1229|For the bitter balsam of life's bloom is given me; 1229|Wherefore, for all my bale that is bare 1229|There's something in it which hath a great reserve 1229|Of loveliness and verdure in it, 1229|And in my song I would make sweet 1229|That precious loveliness and verdure. 1229|So shall I sing my song's content, 1229|And all the sorrowful day 1229|I make with mine in life, 1229|A song of my song's content. 1229|My song and I, and I with mine, 1229|We'll sing of many things, 1229|And all the many things we sing 1229|The same shall in the end be 1229|And no great sorrow in us. 1229|So shall the many sing be, 1229|In the song I shall make sweet, 1229|That many--tongued and joyous day 1229|On the shore of many-wide water. 1229|So let this soul of mine be blent 1229|With thine, thou soul with mine, 1229|That all the sorrowful days which be, 1229|The soul and the body may leave us 1229|As sweet as ever we were, 1229|As white as ever we were, 1229|As red as ever we were, 1229|And we in one song be, 1229|To wit, I with thee, 1229|And we with thee, etc. 1229|When the sweet nightingale hath told 1229|His wondrous story, 1229|And all the forest round about 1229|Hath followed his news, 1229|Thou, O my soul! art glad in heaven 1229|To be glad in thine! 1229|Thou, O my soul! art glad in heaven 1229|At thy story! 1229|The night winds, with the stars about them, 1229|Have made the rolling fire glow; 1229|And the soft odors of the rose-tree 1229|Are sweeter than words can be. 1229|O happy woods and grassy meadows! 1229|O watermelbs and happy skies! 1229|O May-time, happy summer after-joys! 1229|Ye are the dearest and last after-joys. 1229|My soul is a bride and a queen 1229|Upon a cloud! A bride beneath the sun! 1229|My dreams are dances upon the deep, 1229|Unheard by man; for, borne upon the wind ======================================== SAMPLE 11090 ======================================== 2130|With every change in all the lands? 2130|But though thyself should hear, I'll not say 2130|So heavy the time. That time, my life! 2130|I'll hear the cry: "The man of God is lost!" 2130|And see all nations tremble for his shame: 2130|I've nothing left of all my worth in silver, 2130|And all I boast of silver left alone." 2130|Thus, thus on the walls he waits for sunset, 2130|His last great day which he hoped for thus to see: 2130|He sits alone, and thinks on that far day, 2130|When through his windows will be seen his sons, 2130|The kings and chiefs of all these powers, who will fall 2130|To bloody deeds like thunderbolts at his will. 2130|Then on, like a lightning flash, he looks toward his realm, 2130|Sees all the world is crumbling from his hands, 2130|Now far off, now near at hand, all his own renown 2130|And power is gone: his children lie like ashes, 2130|Their sons, long promised to him, are in the dust. 2130|Then he will weep, while all the world shall be 2130|Sticking to their bows the proud ship of his mind. 2130|"Ah! there's a song in the wind," thus King Garon said, 2130|"That would be sweet if she could sing it to me; 2130|A song of the sea, that would be sweet to her, 2130|And I a slave in the land that she loved long." 2130|He sung it, one day, alone by the sea. 2130|"Now I have sang," quoth Garon, "the wild song of my life, 2130|Of its long march the wind and the rain that were dear. 2130|"Now I have sung," quoth Garon, "all that sea could I sing, 2130|And I would be one of the slaves of their mind." 2130|Then he will weep, while all the world shall be 2130|Sticking to their bows the proud ship of his mind. 2130|"Yet I would sing," said little Lyle, "in the land I loved, 2130|But I am but a stone, a ware of that sea. 2130|Yet I would sing," said the stone, "not as of old, 2130|But as of the winds that made my heart to bleed. 2130|"Yet I am but a stone, a ware of this thing," 2130|And then a song out of the wind a song did break. 2130|"O love, love we," said Lyle, "and hate, hate we, 2130|But we are stone, and the sea's dead death's our brother." 2130|Then came two men from the sea: one lifted up his hand 2130|And said: "O son, whoe'er thou art, as thou sing'st, 2130|That when the wave of the sea was at thy throat 2130|We sailed from thence and never did see thee more, 2130|But we sang to make thee to love and to woo, 2130|And as we sailed back to thee, and as we sailed, 2130|For thee and all we loved and loved so we sailed." 2130|Then said the second, "And, in the great high sea 2130|Where lies the land, all the wide world's wide land 2130|For no man's land or for any mans land, 2130|We found the sweet fruit, and tasted and we told 2130|How for this fruit we were come, but were scorn'd 2130|In all our land--our King, the King and all. 2130|"Thus do the waters roll, thus do the waters roll; 2130|For all our ship had been a waste of the sea. 2130|With one poor sailor's worth our ship we set free; 2130|But as we came on shore and found his land 2130|How did he scorn us in all his land and all. 2130|"That land, with its kings, with the people of man? 2130|The King! the King and the people? Ah, no such thing; 2130|We sold our soul with a piteous, last vow, 2130|For that last, last, great, true fruit in the tree,-- 2130 ======================================== SAMPLE 11100 ======================================== 1745|Or shall their Power in all his works combine 1745|To bring forth fruit of wondrous import? 1745|To him be proffered whatsoever He 1745|Shall ere be perfect; Hereditary grace, 1745|Alternated with predestinate Age. 1745|The Power whom Heav'n unloos'd shall raise and rear 1745|This new creation; and though late disposed, 1745|Still sometime of late so often fix'd, 1745|That all things now created shall be Shaped 1745|After his wanton pleasure, be not hard 1745|On him, who thus in evil case must mend 1745|His deserts who but sooner calls us poor. 1745|Mean while the Sun, whose meridian strength 1745|Thir Gath'rous Retreat, now equal turns 1745|To Heav'n, and with less fervor plays 1745|Upon his half-worsht Universal Torch; 1745|From Bregenz to the borders ties 1745|Of Turkistan sends his varying beams 1745|Of noxious luxuriance and contrary 1745|Tendency, that all behoves to change 1745|With different planets, and their orient Fires 1745|Void of productive use, which, first set, 1745|Last at their Midst differ, as moon with star 1745|Offset, thus in charting out the years 1745|Th' engag'd Lunar Nights, with double round 1745|Thir Quarterly Securie broken, kept at Hand 1745|From intermitting Winds and adverse 1745|Rais'd incessant round; the steady Sun 1745|Thus placed through Vigil and Shade I find 1745|Less bright, and hence perhaps less constant in 1745|His Quarterly, neater, as less sure his Round. 1745|Thus Moon whose beams impregned never leads 1745|The Seasons with his light, which maketh dark 1745|Thir Stellar Routes, and shifts the dispos 1745|Of thir Spheare. On this cold occasion due 1745|He sat, and thus in brief his Spouses speech 1745|Corrected. Said he. Lo! these are the First Born 1745|Of Graces most approving. O ye Gods! 1745|Thee, Planete, with thy pleasant conic rayes 1745|And glittering sphears, contributeest both 1745|To this excellent Morning, and thine owne 1745|In largesse grac't. Him served also to sit 1745|Neerer of ye, was I, who to explain 1745|How I might act, had thought some god gonee, 1745|Or some superstitious dawt or mouse, 1745|Or if mine eyes, or if mine ears had err'd, 1745|Or if my tongue had lain in Pellenus 1745|That river tributary: but with all 1745|Their tears and sighs I yet shall come off bright, 1745|Though I incline to suppose ye feare 1745|What so fantastickr hateth you and me. 1745|Now first, Plantagenet, shall ye sing 1745|The choisest Muse, that to this weal brought birth, 1745|And on her Song founded heav'nly rest: 1745|Or shall mine eyes, as reason shall require, 1745|Savour with their sight what light else ye bear? 1745|Shall I, who with hard labours labour'd, 1745|Take occasion to commend my tuneful lays, 1745|And bid your gen'rous patience of my song 1745|Always honour it, and of your names attend? 1745|Mee, that long till now hath sad Gomera 1745|Succeeded not in growing soile or fruit, 1745|Why doth so hard a will oft prove unkind, 1745|And slack'n's itself to suit some constancy? 1745|First, then, if ye desire we turne again, 1745|Into what guardians have we lately past? 1745|Out of what bosome do we lately pass? 1745|Why do we not molest our own selves most oft? 1745|What is't that we are oft caught in snare, 1745|Led captive with a free consent to pilfer, 1745|And now by stealth do lay the land in ground? ======================================== SAMPLE 11110 ======================================== 10602|Of honour to the fayrest prince; 10602|For whom so great a pity it were, 10602|That he whose feet were cruelly trod 10602|On a rude naked cliff before the wind, 10602|Might not his beauty in his pride 10602|With her glorious hand and fairer skin 10602|T'attend this wonder and this new craft. 10602|And to whom he would have given all, 10602|And all the graces of his grace, 10602|And were he living now, should never come 10602|Unto the blisses of the fair Desonell, 10602|And with him should all her charms possesse; 10602|And let himself now perish in the dust,- 10602|So would this witless wight, who felt not right 10602|To give thanks, or bow himself to thee: 10602|Yet not the less with this will I 10602|Despise the heart within me fall'n. 10602|Therefore I will contrive, if I may, 10602|By means of ev'ry kind of thing, 10602|That doth within my power belong, 10602|To give the dear Desonell a new heart, 10602|Which, while her face I see, my heart may still 10602|Fancying to know, her eyes doe please, 10602|Like unto those of Phoebe to the Sun, 10602|Which each so pure they seemes engirt. 10602|Then shall mine eyes in turn be raught 10602|To view her face, which to behold 10602|Is a great joy to me, and a great pain. 10602|Then shall my little heart with joy 10602|Tread in the feetpath of her feet, 10602|As some proud stallion, that with pride doth show, 10602|How swift he fares, through field and wood, 10602|All the summer heat, upon his head. 10602|Then shall I love her not, but love 10602|The very dear Desonell, so 10602|That I may call her mine, the first, 10602|Though all the world beside is mine. 10602|Then shall I live one day more 10602|With the fair Desonell, by whose side 10602|I made those ragged wretches gay, 10602|In her sweet presence to abound, 10602|And love her more, though not so much 10602|As mine, that me is loved of here. 10602|And therefore would I give to me 10602|The sweetest gift a woman can 10602|Or man, which to my hands that ever bears, 10602|That brings me love of hers, that gives me joy. 10602|But no, since this my love hath been 10602|From her, my heaven, earth, and air, 10602|Neither can I give her such a boon, 10602|But that she love me, and that love be 10602|Her life and living, through the holy year. 10602|O happy day, now mayest thou never see, 10602|Mid pleasure of the day, thy death! 10602|O happy month, May, for to bring forth 10602|Fresh beauties in the Spring, 10602|Then may'st thou yield a gladder aspect now, 10602|And wear not cold and sad. 10602|Now Venus and the month might bring up May, 10602|As fair, as mild, as gentle is her breath; 10602|The more sweet and lovely then her face, 10602|The mair does she delight in her love. 10602|But if, by force of that same poison cold 10602|Themselves do rot and sicken, 10602|There let it go before the year have done, 10602|When summer now her fairest time hath seen, 10602|And Venus too hath done her part. 10602|That we may so well remember her, 10602|For ever and for ever, 10602|That she may yet remain our love's delight 10602|Unto our children eight, 10602|Love, that as sweet a presence befell, 10602|As ever maiden gentle and discreet, 10602|Love, in whose face we might behold 10602|All fairer grace than e'er can paint 10602|In other beauty's mirror seen, 10602|I say, ======================================== SAMPLE 11120 ======================================== 19389|And they tell me I can have my hair cut up close, 19389|And my eyes turned slowly to my face. 19389|And I think of how I can go to parades by the sea, 19389|While all the people stare at me; 19389|But I've some sharp pains in my back, so I will not go 19389|And I cannot see my wife's face; 19389|And I can only see the water-lilies' watery spray, 19389|Where the waves dance like mermaids white, 19389|And the mermaids float like blossoms blown by the wind, 19389|And the mermaids swing and sway so freely. 19389|And the mermaids are so white, and the mermaids are so fine, 19389|They hardly move the eyes with their shining, 19389|Though I sit in the bright air all the afternoon, 19389|And sometimes I think that her love has come 19389|Because she's so white, and is shining so fine. 19389|Sometimes I think she loves, because I see her heart 19389|Grow light and glad, and kind, and soft without a beat 19389|Till I clasp her to my breast, like a dove, in the night, 19389|Or I think that I will have her for wife to-morrow, 19389|Or I feel that her heart is my own, and will break it, 19389|And make her my own bride of-me, and be the bride. 19389|But I am content with what I am. 19389|And I'll write a letter now to the one I love, 19389|If she will write a letter like that of a bird. 19389|I've a fancy for words, I guess to me 19389|They come with youth, their meaning is true, 19389|And I would write those letters of yours 19389|But I cannot say them for I'm a man. 19389|With my hair cut short in front 19389|And my eyelids smothered close, 19389|I could look you straight in the eyes, 19389|And never forget it, never. 19389|You wouldn't think it--but sometimes 19389|I like a girl's eyes a little more 19389|Than a man's, and often I fear 19389|I can't look and look for an hour; 19389|But I am very sure I must 19389|For we're not supposed to be schooled, 19389|We're not trained in school-gossip, 19389|And, when we go a-wooing-baskets, 19389|We have to know what is most to taste. 19389|And when a girl comes her hand to, 19389|Her hand goes in her belt to draw, 19389|For some thing she is held back 19389|Like a baby, and I think, 19389|"I'll put the girl in the corner." 19389|So she puts her purse in her belt 19389|To be cautious when she wants, 19389|But there are times when it comes a-tick 19389|And I can show her quickly how 19389|To say "No, look here" or "Here!" 19389|It's very queer that there's a tree 19389|To climb on, with a little stair 19389|'T will help to make them jump. 19389|And when they do, you may be 19389|Trouble when they start, and start 19389|In the end, and say things like: 19389|Oh, it's a little silly thing 19389|And, when they're all got together, 19389|You can't say a word you want, or not! 19389|But when the girls come back, they 19389|Make a wonderful noise, 19389|And she gives so little kisses, 19389|That it makes me tremble just thinking 19389|About it, and when they're all settled 19389|And the boy is out in the yard 19389|She wants to run her hands through them 19389|And they can't get in and out, 19389|And they make such a little noise, 19389|When she tries to hurry by. 19389|But the baby, when she sees them 19389|Is quite nervous because, you know, 19389|And makes a fuss when she tries 19389|To talk ======================================== SAMPLE 11130 ======================================== 19389|And all the while the water-lilies, 19389|White as the clouds, 19389|Lurking under that tree, 19389|Dipping down 19389|To bathe in the sun and love the sky! 19389|Aye, there, beneath the lindens, 19389|How the violets dream, 19389|The primroses 19389|In their azure places 19389|Under the blue, 19389|And all the trees 19389|With their little joys 19389|Fluttering through 19389|And laughing to see me here alone. 19389|Oh, I know 19389|How sweet is life 19389|Just to walk and talk 19389|And laugh and sing 19389|The while the world is laughing too! 19389|But when the sun 19389|And I 19389|And every flower 19389|Are busy here 19389|And the flowers keep 19389|Only happy talk because they're so! 19389|Yet, with my rippling brooklet, 19389|And my little flower-corntown, 19389|You are far behind! 19389|For, though you're 19389|Not quite so fair, 19389|Not quite so glad, 19389|And just the same 19389|To dance and sing, 19389|I know you to be 19389|Not as fair as I! 19389|Down in the water-meadows, 19389|And up through the lilac bush, 19389|A fairy-like shape was stealing, 19389|And only I that was swimming, 19389|And only I that was swimming. 19389|Just you, and I, and only I, 19389|Floating down in the meadow-lands, 19389|And soaring up through the lilac bush! 19389|When summer on the earth is fading 19389|By June's close, a sunbeam's golden 19389|And silvery gleam is passing, 19389|A wind's blowing sweet and soft. 19389|The boughs are bending in the sunlight 19389|To hear the wind's soft breath a-calling, 19389|And the cool, dark leaves are sighing.... 19389|And the nightingale's sweet song is lingering 19389|And the birds are singing far beneath. 19389|When summer is done, a gentle 19389|And sunny spirit comes to part us; 19389|A shadow draws us tenderly, 19389|From flower-like dreams of love, apart, 19389|And slowly o'er our hearts falls. 19389|Ah! then through winter days gone swiftly 19389|And soft-eyed Winter seems to say: 19389|"Come all to my world once more, friend, or 19389|"Come nevermore, for all my pain." 19389|Then dreams come true and brighten 19389|With sunshine all the way; 19389|A light is blowing 19389|To ope the gates of life; 19389|And through the joys that glory 19389|A glory seems to flow. 19389|And through the sorrow 19389|The calm of love-kindled hope 19389|And through the gladness 19389|The sweetness through all. 19389|Then comes a silent, solemn 19389|Long, long, the time we wait, 19389|And the young heart's throbbing 19389|Breathes through the silent air. 19389|And ever the stars gleaming 19389|Seem floating through the sky; 19389|While the still air is singing 19389|A joyous, wondrous song. 19389|And all our life's dreamful mysteries 19389|Are gathered, with a whispering, 19389|In one vast memory. 19389|Oh! then our eyes are full of sunlight, 19389|It dawns and sets again, 19389|And life goes on in happy, shining sunlight; 19389|And every one is glad. 19389|The sun goes down the west 19389|And the moon's in the blue; 19389|The red clay 19389|Is growing, 19389|And all is good. 19389|From the hillside 19389|The birds are singing, 19389|And the wind is calling; 19389|Come down! 19389|It's a wild ======================================== SAMPLE 11140 ======================================== 1852|The sun-smit glaze of the summer's glee, 1852|It is the dew, it is the sky, 1852|We are parted, oh, so tenderly! F. 1852|And thus let me sing, 1852|As we went through the fields, 1852|At daybreak o'er the hill. 1852|On the banks of the river-run: 1852|To thee. 1852|The evening was falling. G. 1852|O hoy! hoy! to the sea 1852|O hoy! hoy! to the sea; 1852|Farewell, farewell, farewell! 1852|Farewell, farewell, farewell! 1852|Hear thou, hear thou thou, 1852|The wind is blowing far; 1852|Down, down, the moon, 1852|The star, the rainbow-shine, 1852|The wind blowing cold, 1852|I sing not, and I pray, 1852|For those whose feet are set 1852|On earth's dark ways; 1852|For them, with the deep 1852|In their hearts I go. 1852|The stars are bright, I feel! 1852|Farewell, farewell, farewell, 1852|Hear ye, hear ye, 1852|The winds are blowing fast; 1852|There's none for me here, 1852|Here will I sleep. 1852|To the world's end, I sing not, 1852|For sorrow of sorrow I must die! R. WI. 1852|I, who have a thought for ever dead, and yet 1852|Live the thought of this thought? 1852|What is that thought which, through all time and space, 1852|Still through all time draws breath? 1852|If so, what is a thought? (It may be that 1852|Its life can be conceived as a new life, 1852|And, like a soul, be annihilated, 1852|Eternity! It may be--but where 1852|Is its death?) 1852|That thou, O man, art nothing born, indeed; 1852|And yet art immortal? 1852|O Man! in that hour, 1852|When thou wert born, how didst thou feel the sun, 1852|The great sun of the past? how, in the heart 1852|Of earth, didst thou rise into light and light 1852|As the sun is risen? 1852|There are some moments in life which men behold 1852|Of such rare promise, of such splendours beyond 1852|The eyes of the visioned; there is even now, 1852|When men are at work on this great world, some day 1852|When our days have been told, 1852|There may descend a thought which may prove so bright 1852|That it shall eclipse the vision it implies. 1852|When we lie with our limbs so bare and bare, 1852|And the moon is in heaven above us! 1852|When the whole world has changed; all things are fled 1852|In the past; 1852|And the mind is so weak, or we are so strong, 1852|It can only hope, as the heart can be said 1852|To its heart, even in this world that we share, 1852|That our limbs shall be weak or our souls be weak, 1852|By its own strength to be won. 1852|And a thought, if it move thee? 1852|There is something yet vague, something still unknown, 1852|Yet since born, some time, with a murmur of fear, 1852|Some time, (for our days are but moments, a dream), 1852|We should have a work for thee to make us our own: 1852|And there is a thing we shall not be able to do, 1852|While life be our light, time is our doom. 1852|And a man? but a man, all unafraid? 1852|What if he be a great man? 1852|Shall we not rise against our fate ======================================== SAMPLE 11150 ======================================== 4010|I pray, my lords, to God to help our case, 4010|And so from public notice my report 4010|Shall spread the world beyond the Irish sea. 4010|I, who on foot from Bristol's mountain came, 4010|And trod on moss, and frost, and mire, 4010|Or, at a hundred towns, found little ease, 4010|I wish the King could hear his son's appeal.' 4010|'Thou art a youthful knight, good-for-naught and good; 4010|Yet have I known the gay and gay; 4010|And know I well to love a good queen, 4010|But not, alas! to follow a king. 4010|I loved a queen before the realm was free, 4010|But when my land is her own again, 4010|With queenly pride may I rejoice; 4010|Thou art at peace, and for the King I trust 4010|Thy presence will the warrior re-unite. 4010|Thy age, and what thy age, I do not know, 4010|The youth in me must hold dear, 4010|But the old age shall not stand in the way 4010|Of this thy noble wish. 4010|Sir knight, while now thou hast such love for me 4010|That thou cannot in silence make me mourn, 4010|Still say--Sir knight, since thou wilt go-- 4010|The Lady Marian has married Sir Edith, 4010|The lady in beauty and grace, 4010|And she will rule her lands for years to come, 4010|But thou must leave to me. 4010|To-day I made the choice to take thee here, 4010|Thou must not think to say "I go." 4010|I love thee, my true love, well, and wilt thou 4010|Remember this to mine or eight? 4010|If thou wouldst, by my own soul's authority, 4010|And by my voice that speaks to thee, 4010|I say--if on my part thou wilt allow 4010|That I am thine--'tis past dispute, 4010|I'll not refuse thy choice for thine alone. 4010|No, Sir Knight, if thou shouldst go with me, 4010|The lady, she said, would serve the State. 4010|I know her not by sight or name; 4010|But I have thought them noble lords, 4010|Who served their land, and loved their king. 4010|No, Sir Knight, no, I will not hear you grudge 4010|The lady, she said, a noble love; 4010|I'll bear thee down, and help thee there; 4010|I can't refuse thee at thy need! 4010|I know thee well: thy mother is her name, 4010|The dame of hers is said to be fair, 4010|And thy sister's child, thy sister dear, 4010|Has gone and come a thousand times over. 4010|'But she, when thou hast loved me long in my house, 4010|Has said that, if once she should see me 4010|(And she should never more come back again) 4010|She'll think thy life an idle tale, 4010|And never love me again.' 4010|'That 'twas in vain, my love, my love, 4010|If I were dead and thou went gliding by; 4010|With me to be together were a feast, 4010|But 'twere in vain for me to die with thee. 4010|'Tis vain that we should live, our life should end 4010|In friendship's love, and thither fly, 4010|As by the same green lake are seen 4010|The green and leafy meads among, 4010|Where, while day's ray is on the hills of snow, 4010|The swallows, with new joy a-cold, 4010|Sing as they go leaf-song, new-wing'd, 4010|From water-falls that gleam and glist. 4010|But if, like me, thy soul would dream 4010|A life of friendship's promise, 4010|I 'll never let thee, in his will, 4010|The joy of my past days behold. 4010|For when thy face shone pure and bright, ======================================== SAMPLE 11160 ======================================== 1365|And you too, fair girl, be not afraid! 1365|My mother, whom I love so dear, 1365|Hath taken you unto herself. 1365|I cannot speak the truth, nor lie! 1365|I have no words; there is no need. 1365|Her eyes are in the mist, 1365|Her lips are still, 1365|The tears are in my eyes, 1365|And my heart beats loud in my ears. 1365|Ah, now, the night passes, 1365|The moon is at the full; 1365|The lamps are fallen in the street, 1365|The dance is still. 1365|All are at rest within their homes, 1365|No tumult disturbs the air; 1365|The city sleeps. 1365|Ah, now, the day is breaking, 1365|The morning star is bright, 1365|The carriage on its way doth go 1365|With the carriage of the night. 1365|The lamp is lighted, the lamp is lighted, 1365|The city and the hill, 1365|The caravans bring wine and bread, 1365|The caravan is still. 1365|Tiresias, tiresias! 1365|To whom are now 1365|With sorrowful voice, 1365|And eyes that beat, 1365|Thou speakest thus, 1365|My daughter, whom I used to love! 1365|Thou speakest thus, 1365|And tellest thus 1365|In spite of me 1365|Why this day, since thou art taken away, 1365|Will I weep and sigh. 1365|Ah! now, the day is breaking, 1365|The morn is bright, 1365|And the lamps are fallen in the street, 1365|The dance is still. 1365|Then go with sorrow, 1365|With great alarm, 1365|Unto thy father's house, and there 1365|In the midst of it all 1365|Say sadly unto him 1365|Why this day, since thou art taken away, 1365|Will I weep and sigh. 1365|There is no grief in sorrow; 1365|Weeping is not to be found 1365|In the great, and good 1365|And noble hearts of men. 1365|But why, O my Lord, should this be so? 1365|If the good and great 1365|Suffer pain, 1365|'T will be just as little hard to bear 1365|As being silent and peaceful. 1365|If thou wert as faithful as the dews 1365|Around the ancient fount were pure, 1365|And from the very lips of God 1365|To take not what thou wouldest, 1365|It would be no less cruel to us 1365|Than lying quiet, and silent, 1365|In the place where we should praise Him, 1365|And the great and the good 1365|He shall bless and excuse. 1365|O Thou who for my peace 1365|Didst keepest thou the promise, 1365|And didst appoint me 1365|Unto the place of our seeking; 1365|Give me strength to look up 1365|To my Father in the heights, 1365|And to put away from me 1365|All thoughts of pain and bitterness, 1365|And all thoughts of evil, 1365|So that through the night 1365|I may sleep. 1365|To dream abroad 1365|Of my Lord in paradise; 1365|To wake again and hear 1365|The everlasting calling! 1365|Such as mine own wild imagination, 1365|In its eager, frantic gust hath blown me 1365|Through the long miles and wild ocean-shakings, 1365|And, when I shall wake, 1365|To find myself alone 1365|In the dark, damp town, 1365|With no hope of the highway, 1365|No hope whatever. 1365|And yet thou art a spirit of charity, 1365|Forgiving both the sin and the suffering 1365|To those who have been by, and suffering it not, 1365|Of all men in this world whose lot it is 1365|To live and die in it! 1365|Thou drawest near me, and hast come ======================================== SAMPLE 11170 ======================================== 1727|to which she belonged--a maid or wife. 1727|"She was very good to me, and she has been so ever since I could tell. 1727|But she can give nothing but grief to me now I am gone. Let the 1727|people see her, she will make you very angry if she says that I was 1727|she did not love. As soon as you have had a good look at her you 1727|will know how the woman is far too beautiful to be the wife of one 1727|only man." 1727|Ulysses, being ill at ease in many ways, was therefore all the more 1727|tongued more kindly than he was in other things; but Alcmaeon, who 1727|knew full well what had been his intent, said, "Listen to me. 1727|You are in a very sore estate, and I will tell you an ill-luck 1727|story. About three years ago a ship of the Phaeacians went 1727|from the Phaeacians and their city of Phaeacia to Aegina, to 1727|strike a rich galleon. When they came there, the captain of the 1727|Phaeacians got up early and brought in some of his best men, with 1727|which he went to the ship to make her ready. There were then 1727|seven of all rank the best sailors and most excellent sailors of 1727|the Phaeacians about it. These went to the ship, and when they 1727|had got on their way home, the captain set out with all his 1727|good companions for Aegina, for he would send back the vessel to its 1727|countrymen so that they might live. But when they had got 1727|home, they took them into their ship and brought them up, and 1727|sold them at an exorbitantly low price; and those good people 1727|who had got them then were all about selling them at a much 1727|higher price. These sold for a very small price--the men being 1727|nearly twenty years too late--or there may be much more--in the 1727|home of Aegisthus, for many a good man has a grudge against Ulysses 1727|on account of his having been so long away that they might have 1727|lost the ship at once, having come to the end of one of his 1727|inhabitations. But as yet he had lost none of them. 1727|Now after seeing the ship come in with some of his men as in no 1727|way did the men see anything of the ship save a few scattered 1727|dirt upon the top of it, and the wind was moaning, and the water 1727|and weather kept telling me where the sea was most tumultuous, 1727|and this troubled me very much. Then some one of the men went up to 1727|Ulysses and said, "Stranger, you do us no injury if you can 1727|see the ship still on the beach, but you see nothing of the ship, 1727|and therefore I shall tell you the whole truth. You see she is going 1727|on to Troy, and so the suitors are after her, and she has much 1727|to do with it--and it is all in vain for her to get the ship 1727|running again, but then that would be no good either way. Therefore I 1727|shall make some pretence, and wait for you at the house of the 1727|Calypso, and tell you the whole truth. I am not a 1727|young man, and have yet to learn how to speak the tongue of 1727|young men, so take my advice, and let me alone, for I cannot 1727|try to follow after." 1727|"Well," answered Ulysses, "I will go in and see what is going on; 1727|show yourself to the people, and say you are with me there, but 1727|be wary, and say nothing about what has befallen; for some 1727|people may think I am coming to see that which is going on, and 1727|that I may not see all; do you, then, take my robes with 1727|the sale and the sale at the handlet, and beg me to come to your 1727|house; my wife has promised to come with me to see all as I am 1727|here--no matter what will have been and ======================================== SAMPLE 11180 ======================================== 1020|I'll give you a little of thy mind 1020|If you'll promise not to ask it back, 1020|A long-dead friend from life alone. 1020|I trust you understand what I want. 1020|There's one man in the world I'd gladly give 1020|For all that's been and all that's to be, 1020|And that is my old friend, your father. 1020|You see I've got your sister. That's her name. 1020|I sent her to her grave at Rome some where, 1020|And she has run away. She's in Rome this night. 1020|I'll give you a little of my mind if you'll 1020|Don her tonight. She will not return. 1020|That you're a stranger in my house 1020|We cannot deny, 1020|But still 1020|We would imagine that you are one 1020|Of some great many people. I 1020|Have known you long enough. 1020|I know the street and the lane, 1020|The square where you and I meet together. 1020|Perhaps you have come with them 1020|To join them in the dance. 1020|I know you're not a thief or a pest; 1020|That you can trust me now, 1020|And that, whatever you say to me, 1020|I will be. 1020|And I must be true to you. Well, well! 1020|If you do not believe me, 1020|I will try. 1020|I know a good hotel up in France, 1020|Built in the early fall, 1020|A hundred years ago. 1020|I've waited there for you for two weeks; 1020|And when I get there, 1020|You will believe the stories I tell 1020|About the rooms there. 1020|It is a very large room 1020|On the first floor of the hotel. 1020|You can see the sky 1020|From underneath your window. 1020|The floors are red stone, 1020|The walls are black. 1020|It must be freezing cold 1020|And the windows blind you. 1020|My mother told me this was the room 1020|Where your sister, 1020|That you and your brother 1020|Are to meet in a few minutes 1020|Under the light of the moon. 1020|I must leave you with my father, 1020|My father and a man 1020|Who must say good-night to you, 1020|And carry your body back 1020|To Nannie, 1020|Until the dawn of time. 1020|I must be strong and look 1020|Before me there. 1020|That's what I should do. 1020|You see, when you're old enough 1020|You will think of me 1020|And my mother. You must not sleep 1020|When the moon is low. 1020|That would be wrong. 1020|I've lived my life, 1020|And I must rest 1020|Under the stars. 1020|That I should stand 1020|Under the moon, 1020|Just like a stone 1020|Is the right way. 1020|I should sit down 1020|Under the sky, 1020|And not look at the street 1020|Over my head. 1020|I should sleep, 1020|And not look round. 1020|The way you say good-night 1020|Won't be the way. 1020|That's not right. 1020|I am afraid 1020|Your mother would be 1020|Under the street, 1020|Watching her son 1020|You may have half a heart. 1020|I must go back." 1020|"Go back 1020|To the place you came." 1020|"I'll stay here in France 1020|Till my heart is dead. 1020|It was not for any money. 1020|I wouldn't have you come here. 1020|You'll not sleep in a hotel 1020|Till you've told your story. 1020|"It will be cold 1020|When you're old enough; 1020|It will be wet 1020|In the room ======================================== SAMPLE 11190 ======================================== 37155|I never dreamed that I should live, 37155|Or grow so bold in life to meet 37155|Such harsh and drear opposition; 37155|But I have felt in every limb, 37155|When on the path so lonely, 37155|That power of mind, which can control 37155|The world, but not the emotions 37155|Of heart-warm, soul-nourished men; 37155|Which can control my life's affairs 37155|And work me peace and rest, and yet 37155|Cup-bearer, who have not to-day 37155|Sought this divine aid, as I do 37155|To-day, with heart and hand--I say-- 37155|I do not come to ask for this: 37155|I come to take what I can give. 37155|Let others give so much as they will 37155|Of heart and hand and brain and mind, 37155|I wait to share as only I 37155|Those who are willing to give can share. 37155|My wish is but to give, and give 37155|Until I give myself completely. 37155|I would give what wealth a monarch gives: 37155|A garden, and a little house, 37155|At the end of a wooded valley; 37155|I am not much inclined to rule 37155|As a lord of wealth and of grandeur, 37155|But I dare say if I were King 37155|I should think twice before my time. 37155|One wishes for a royal crown, 37155|And that will have his will with me. 37155|I wish for less than that, and more 37155|Than that is here,--a little bit 37155|Of life to bring me as a man 37155|For whom the life of Kings is drest, 37155|As the way is not all difficult, 37155|As it well may be, without doubt. 37155|I do not fear to take my stand, 37155|To see my place in all things done. 37155|I have got a little bit of land, 37155|With the name "Hill's Farm," and this I give. 37155|There's not a town in Lancaster, 37155|Of this size, is as quiet as I. 37155|If I were to lose it all, it's just 37155|The least and simplest loss that I 37155|Would have a right to make of it; 37155|My little lot is not the worst, 37155|I've half a score of acres; 37155|And I'd give that half again ere night, 37155|If I did not think it was good 37155|To give my half, as I do now. 37155|I have a son with some health, 37155|Which he is working to improve, 37155|He has learned to work upon a plan 37155|What little things he can grasp, 37155|As if he'd learned the English language 37155|Before he grew to be a man. 37155|A kind word, or a kiss, 37155|A simple, easy bill, 37155|No matter when I see him, 37155|He's grateful, though 'tis new, 37155|And wants to play, I suppose. 37155|My wish would be to see him, 37155|He's quite a child in every way, 37155|And a bright thing, and a laughing thing, 37155|But he'd have trouble under me. 37155|The very best delight 37155|That I can see for him 37155|Would be that day, if he 37155|Might look about him with favor. 37155|It's very strange and hard to find the right time 37155|For my little girl to knit, 37155|And when I give her something to hold it with, 37155|I think I make it difficult for her. 37155|But sometimes she would knit with that same iron-band 37155|And it makes my hair stand still, 37155|And sometimes, when I'm knitting something else, 37155|I see the stitches go through. 37155|And often, when I turn her little head 37155|She would say, quite deliberately, 37155|"I see the pattern all through!" 37155|But when she'd finished knitting,-- 37155|And I must say I found it ======================================== SAMPLE 11200 ======================================== 5186|In the net-boat, and in the net-boat's crevice." 5186|So the hero, Ilmarinen, 5186|Hastened to the open ocean, 5186|Sailing in a boat of copper, 5186|Like the sun upon the ocean, 5186|Like a ball of magic valor, 5186|Bravely on his journey journeyed; 5186|Swiftly sailed he on, and hastened 5186|To the grotto of the red-deer, 5186|To the forest of the moose-deer, 5186|To the ancient Wainola, 5186|To the home of lovely Ahti. 5186|These the words the blacksmith uttered: 5186|"Whither shall we take the painted one, 5186|Who will make my vessel swift-moving, 5186|Whither take the magic black-smith, 5186|Who will make the wooden vessel?" 5186|Thereupon the magic hero 5186|Seems to choose an old black-deer, 5186|Seems to take the oldest one, 5186|Seems to take the deadliest one; 5186|But the deer will not listen, 5186|Ducks not answer young Ahti. 5186|Thus in haste he makes his voyage 5186|O'er the waters of the subpav 5186|To the home of innocent Mudjaja. 5186|Mudjaja invites the heroes, 5186|To the feast she points the way-side, 5186|Offers them store of viands wondrous, 5186|And they journey to the hall-fires, 5186|Hall-gongs of pine make music happy, 5186|When they come to ivory chests, 5186|Cards inscribed quaint and tamely, 5186|Take the customs of the Northland. 5186|What they find inscribed amazes. 5186|Wherefore sing the songs amiss, 5186|Sing the ancient legends over, 5186|That the maidens sing amiss? 5186|These the words the singer utters: 5186|"Whither shall we take the painted one, 5186|Who will make our dwelling fleet-footed, 5186|Who will make the vessel swift- moving, 5186|That will sail in road of water, 5186|That will make the wooden vessel?" 5186|Then the ancient Wainamoinen 5186|Answers thus his ancient brother: 5186|"Take the painted one, brother, 5186|Take the hero, Ahti, Gray-Deer, 5186|In the wolf's path-side fosterling, 5186|Where the wolves never roam and wander, 5186|Through our little and our ample, 5186|Travelled to the borders northern, 5186|To the meads of Sariola." 5186|Spake the youthful Ilmarinen: 5186|"If this be untrue, sister, 5186|I will slay thee in the evening, 5186|Hurl thee to the brute-pit filled withwoodpecker. 5186|I will hurl thee to the brute-wolf, 5186|To the bear's dread tooth-plate, Gray-Deer." 5186|Soon the wonderful hero 5186|Lived not with pious mothers, 5186|Lived not among the heavenly maidens, 5186|Died not among the heavenly maidens; 5186|To the Bear's own den, gray wolf, 5186|Were the wondrous songs composed, 5186|Were the wonders of the Northland. 5186|Wainamoinen's harp-player 5186|Gathers now the wild-flower petals, 5186|Gathers now the snow-white ash-tree, 5186|Takes the buds and blossoms northward, 5186|Fills with rose the empty cells with water, 5186|Gathers now the wild-fire flowers, 5186|Gathers now the snow-mantled petals, 5186|From the branches high uplifted, 5186|From the highest heaven descending, 5186|Takes the flowery mead and heather, 5186|Takes the heath and snow upon it; 5186|Sings the ancient Wainamoinen, 5186|These the words the singer utters 5186|"Brightly shines the Northland's sunshine, ======================================== SAMPLE 11210 ======================================== I am too young for love, but I know all about it. 38475|"Let me but wait for you, you little children, like the rest, 38475|And you shall know all I know;--but wait awhile, and I'll be come. 38475|"Owls have been knocking at my door in the dark, and doves in the air; 38475|If no one is there at my coming, they say I shall have to go." 38475|She was so foolish, and had no knowledge of fear or deceit, 38475|That when she opened the door, her heart was torn with doubt and fear, 38475|And she cried out, and tried to say, but her lips would not relent,-- 38475|"Come, let the world rejoice! O come, come come, come--come to this:-- 38475|"I love you, my dear one; if you would have me love you still, 38475|"Go to and fro,--take and take;--what shall I care if you die?"-- 38475|So she went on--and never did go again to or fro, 38475|Or try to say, "My Dear,--I am coming home again." 38475|Now, my dear children, listen to a prophecy, 38475|The which I now will tell you for a surety, 38475|That you'll know how near can be to the event, 38475|And the danger you are in, to your pleasure and death; 38475|And you will, when it comes, with a better regard, 38475|For the time will come as I foretold you, to-morrow. 38475|But in coming near, if you do nothing but think, 38475|You will come as all mankind were by me spoken, 38475|And there is something in this life of the wise, 38475|That, if you have no other opinion, can set 38475|Your minds at ease.--I may not think that God made thee, 38475|But, when he does, his creatures will, it is to be feared." 38475|And she went on, and did not rest, till she had told 38475|What she was, and may be, a lover of men: 38475|"O children, do not judge yourself by other men's eyes, 38475|But look yourself, and ask of this fair, fruitful earth-- 38475|The sun, the moon,--these little stars that light it, 38475|That tell of things within--or be left to the winds. 38475|"Why shall ye judge them?--you cannot; all things are thine, 38475|For the wise are thy children; but the wise, that know, 38475|Are God's chosen, and will prove, in this dread hour, 38475|That they can rule the world, and make it holy.-- 38475|"The gods, the gods, I must confess, are very bright; 38475|All they can see, is, what you would have them see; 38475|But if 'tis to be the world's good friend, as they contend, 38475|With you I'll make a most unaccountable noise,-- 38475|"They'd be the worst of villains--but, my dear children, 38475|God's mercy unto you, is, doubtless, very great. 38475|Let them rule it, so, and never can I leave them, 38475|But let the world be kept in solemn disorder. 38475|"And I'll swear, all you, my children, will do me slight, 38475|My life of any worth will I wholly take,-- 38475|I will take the gods away, and make them for ever, 38475|For they have not been so long of their sweet service, 38475|That they have not been so wrong'd and they unrighted. 38475|"O, come to heaven, my dear children, and not suffer, 38475|But come to godliness--and learn to love and serve,-- 38475|Come, and be true, and true souls, and faithful lovers, 38475|And live like men and love and live like men!" 38475|So she spake, and they came to their first conclusion, 38475|The end and the settlement of her present grief; 38475|And they brought the letters--which were such a tale, 38475|The heart that was good to think on, how could be so bad! 38475|So she told her troubles to ======================================== SAMPLE 11220 ======================================== 8785|To come, and stand as judge at the combat, 8785|The reins in hand, and the hand in awe behind, 8785|Both champion and warder: so with both thine 8785|I act. Of Rocchio such a name I bear, 8785|That with his brother's name I call him also. 8785|He in the senate of men shall have that glory, 8785|Which is from Bacchus to itself a bliss." 8785|SO were mine eyes in following his turn'd askance, 8785|While he recount'd what had pansied of late, 8785|The various arts of women; what he else 8785|Had been, suspend here, nor refer it to recollection. 8785|But clearness of speech to those on earth arriv'd, 8785|Through wonder I call'd for his phrase; and one 8785|Look'd down, and spake: "O Brother!" then other eyes 8785|Look'd up, and intermingled view'd questionably. 8785|He calling on the name of martyr saw, 8785|Through miracle of vision, the fair skin 8785| of Beatrice; and her visage mark'd 8785|By marks of weeping, such as might be read 8785|'Twixt Lucca and Tiberius in the cut 8785|Of one transition. "SPIRITUS, or th' 'Scaphae' rock," 8785|Began he, "or the Stygian river, them ask, 8785|Which never frosts have dried; or thou, O heav'n! 8785|Which givest room their 'Aion' for the sweep 8785|Of, when the chiding winds do shake the leaves 8785|From off thy cutimen call'd 'Scythe': learn'd so 8785|By experience, how best to act my words, 8785|Upheav'd by faith. Know, had my words at first 8785|Not been too solicitous to please thee, 8785|Less importune had been thy patience chid; 8785|Since, by one voice, we are voutsifly mix'd 8785|T' instruct the living, and the dead call forth 8785|To instruct the living. Whence know we toil, 8785|That labouring brains should vie with wailing feet? 8785|He in his errand knows how labouring brains 8785|Conjure the vision, and the faithful hearts 8785|Join to their impress. Wherefore he who prays 8785|In vain implores thy mercies, once again 8785|Renew ye, O Pilate, that in his need 8785|He may renew them. And for my part, 8785|Meantime, to Heav'n and to our own misery 8785|Help him; and let the Judge who on the 'Brunck' 8785|Left so white a nail, help him to purge off 8785|The black stream from his church, that only whiten 8785|The cross remaining ever on the cross. 8785|For converse many come, and some that join 8785|With us are with us, and some perchance across 8785|Scattered here and there. E'en now the throng, 8785|That to the foss below came never across, 8785|Now cluster as they would an altar blaze, 8785|And each his little band pursue the Chief, 8785|So thick, that all the space was roof alike 8785|(Save that some fortress might be built there below), 8785|And, quartling there, still trample on the soil. 8785|Thereat great Anger out of his chamber rose, 8785|(A vapour obscure beneath lasting vehemence) 8785|And thus to Sordello curse'd the intrepid knight. 8785|Forth from his tent repass'd Sordello, and drew 8785|Near to the chief: "Whence hither come (his words 8785|Thus pausing, questioned) this numerous train, 8785|Aside of themselves, and listen'd to the speech 8785|Imparted to me by some companion dear?" 8785|To whom the melancholy Sordello, groan 8785|Thus rous'd: "They look not whe'r cold and fire 8785|Bestow divine forbearance, but are bush'd 8785|By storm and ======================================== SAMPLE 11230 ======================================== 8187|With the same smile you'd see on Mam'! 8187|Yes, yes, you may see that look, 8187|That smile for us! 8187|All the same when, at length, you're safe in bed, 8187|And snug in your barrack-cell, and free to roam, 8187|You may tell Mam' and her papa, 8187|(Whose first thought's a hansom on the road, 8187|And who, if they hear more than horn-- 8187|Shall find the road a doddern road!) 8187|How the lads at home are growing dull-- 8187|How we've bought a dozen pairs of boots, 8187|To cross the sea to England when we're twenty; 8187|How we've got about and proved the case; 8187|And how we'll cross the sea, in spite of weather, 8187|And start again at once when we're forty! 8187|Yes, you may tell Mam' and her papa, 8187|How soon we must be hanged upon this island shore, 8187|And think how we'd blush, if the story weren't 8187|So pretty as the news that a few gin years back 8187|We passed thro' their garden thro' a golden spoon-- 8187|How we'd laugh to see how green it was, too! 8187|But tell them, too, how much of a turn-up is 8187|For young lasses, in their choice o' the good old wives, 8187|Who now, like babies, put off their livery, 8187|And wear gala dresses, rather to exclude 8187|The flattering eye of Mr. Mr. Mr. 8187|And now that we are not married, at any rent, 8187|And that you and Mam' and the parson, 8187|Are safe in their barrack-well, let us say it's 8187|We'll be going to St. Bartholomew, 8187|By sea to Bordeaux, and back, by sea. 8187|We'll stop where St. Bartholomew is, by sea to Bordeaux, 8187|And start where St. Bartholomew is, at least two hours before it. 8187|"And what's the good of asking and holding, 8187|"Here's a good iron heart and a merry will, 8187|"It's something like praying that's a thing which boys 8187|"Should be doing every day if they but go to school. 8187|"You shall see a young maiden with the face 8187|"Of a lady in her golden pomp and power; 8187|"You shall see a young maiden with a face 8187|"Maud-lin's bosom, and Ruth Brown's face with the eye 8187|"Of a maiden, in her pride and her beauty's pride; 8187|"You shall see a young maiden with--you guessed it--the eyes 8187|"Of a lady, though she's none of those things." 8187|And while the priest and his companions were listening 8187|In hushed procession, we heard a long whistle 8187|From the sea, that in the clouds broke forth like flame; 8187|And up jumped, as if by magic, a youth, 8187|And the whistle stopped as it stopped before. 8187|When he went a-boatin' along, 8187|In the land where love and life were dear, 8187|In an ould boat the youth was sailing 8187|In the sun, the freshening wind, and the night-- 8187|When he went a-boatin' along. 8187|He left the shore of his native land, 8187|Where he loved and his heart's desire, 8187|To chase what the sea had to teach,-- 8187|The joys of a merry and lovely life. 8187|For there was nothing on earth like love, 8187|And the earth was all beneath his feet, 8187|And beneath his feet the waves were wild 8187|And the light that was life, o'er all, was flown. 8187|He left his native land, to gain the sea, 8187|Where its mists o'er his head were spread, 8187|In the land where he loved and his heart's desire; 8187|And the day was all o'er, when the waves were parted ======================================== SAMPLE 11240 ======================================== 615|As if she had found some fault of her own 615|Of which she might be holden as the worse. 615|-- So that her mother to her heart was seen 615|More than she was to her father here, 615|(As well she deemed it,) who, who, who was she, 615|Who was the lady by her suit arrayed, 615|Who, in the world's eyes, no more to be her friend. 615|At last she found the one good friend she sought 615|Had died already and without an heir; 615|Nor longer would her brother in her sight, 615|Whom late she deemed her sister-in-law and heir. 615|The young bride's brother was the only one 615|Of all the nine who were away at war: 615|But he and his bride, for his sake's sake dear, 615|Still loved the lady; and (as if they stung 615|With more than common hatred, as they read) 615|The three remaining, as they thought, had slept, 615|Sought for her fortune. Thus, for their dear sake, 615|She from a lover parted, far and nigh. 615|A thousand faults (so many 'mongst the rest) 615|Of virtue had been told to their delight; 615|And yet, for the lady's sake, they would 615|Have spared some few of them such painful proof, 615|Had they enjoyed more time to contemplate 615|Their cause of sorrow; in that the good in sight 615|Of her unhappy brother had been there, 615|And the great pity they did her command. 615|'Tis true (how can it) he loved this same 615|Of whom the tales have told what faults were wrought: 615|-- If this be true, 'twould well be written clear. 615|The third, that, having long toiled in the west, 615|Hath been a shepherd that loves to browse, 615|Is of a high estate, rich and high-born, 615|And of an ample lineage; and is said 615|To be a peer by all who know his name; 615|And that, without shame, he seeks another place 615|To live, for he is peer in the great hall; 615|That he has done as well the same which done 615|A thousand times, to make a noble claim. 615|But that his fortune is so little good 615|That he can no success with him provide, 615|That, in the other's course, that loved one lies, 615|Not through his fault, but for his wantonness. 615|And that, at last, he may abandon his ire, 615|He was persuaded with such good persuasion, 615|That he could with much ease refuse his good 615|To one that loves him not, though but the peer 615|Than he does for himself. So that did make 615|The lady's heart, that it would not brook attack 615|Which he of love might feel, her heart to break. 615|But she, that with that man has evermore 615|Seen him, now in one word would she say more, 615|And prove her love in him by things and years, 615|That all that she has said is untrue; while still 615|The aged father (she that once was free 615|From this the false) would not with her contend, 615|And by the king was in some sort undone. 615|I say so would, that, in her bitter pain, 615|She would have given up, ere so late, her breath; 615|And would have died, ere long, a gentle maid; 615|Had she but heard the truth concerning him 615|(If truth be here) whom, with his wife, he sent 615|As a long-lost son to her his sister. 615|(It were the very truth) that thus she woe, 615|Might so have made her live; for that he came 615|With her fair daughter, and that she, for shame, 615|Not for his glory, but in love, was nigh, 615|Him in his bed would bury, having slain, 615|Whence he by treachery concealed himself; 615|And for a night had her that he had died, 615|But that a gentle wight was she, and nigh; 615|And so her father's love, and this and this 615|Her mother's too, were of her heart's delight. ======================================== SAMPLE 11250 ======================================== 29700|In beauty, or in power, or fame, 29700|She came; though far she came--but not 29700|With empty promise--and I knew 29700|The sweetest thing, that ever was born, 29700|In the sweet air, of her, or me. 29700|When the sun's last beams are gone, 29700|And the shadows gather round, 29700|The first birds sing at the end of day; 29700|When the clouds begin to darkle, 29700|And the air its first summer airs is wafted, 29700|The sweetest is that which comes, on the coldest night, 29700|From the dark bowers of heaven far in the northern skies. 29700|The world is like a garment woven for the soul 29700|Of a great kingdom; so are the peoples one 29700|Through whom the fabric is spread. They are one in heart, 29700|To the heart of each is a hand, in this 29700|Mysterious, immortal, eternal scene. 29700|I stand, when day is done, 29700|By a high, dark, wooded hill 29700|On the edge of the northern light, 29700|And watch the snow-flakes fly 29700|Through the deepening darkness there, 29700|As they have done in other years, 29700|A fleet and sombre squadron, each in vane. 29700|The sky is gray above them all; 29700|In yellow and black and grey 29700|The northern lights shed their splendors forth. 29700|In the greenwoods the lark is heard; 29700|The swallow 29700|Is busy with her caws; 29700|The blackbird, on branch and spray, 29700|Is tinkling tunes at brightening morn. 29700|In many lands, on many a shore, 29700|With their white vessels, 29700|The children of Morning 29700|On the trail of flowers and fruits 29700|From vale to lake, and glen to hill, 29700|Have passed so beautiful in their train, 29700|That ever since Earth is a-green 29700|I long to climb the mountain side 29700|And gaze upon the morning dew, 29700|And mark the shadow that dyes 29700|The woods with red. 29700|The white clouds, in mazy motion, 29700|With the snowy topsails rounding, 29700|Are gone by, 29700|And the sun, like one gone mad, 29700|Is gone. 29700|Away, away, the merry children! 29700|They leave their bright homes in the north, and drift 29700|In a gray whirl of clouds; but they turn 29700|Their hearts to a better thing, and stay 29700|To watch the clouds roll by. Thus the west 29700|Is brighter, and the earth more glad with peace; 29700|And thus, with music and with dance, 29700|Our merry little ones pass by. 29700|No more the earth is smiling or uplifting, 29700|As in that season of Spring, 29700|And Spring is now the only season where 29700|The heart may feel for the heart. 29700|The cold, cold winter hath departed, 29700|And summer hath come in with her crown. 29700|The sun has gone down; and now the birds 29700|Dance in a drowsier trance, and droop 29700|Their heads with life and vigor dead. 29700|Yet, hark! there's music in the air; 29700|For all the birds and flowers are gay. 29700|With laughter, the robins say, "Good-night!" 29700|To their dim ghosts around them borne, 29700|And calling, in a joyous note, 29700|Forget the cold and wintry ground. 29700|But, hear'st thou well what nature says, 29700|And dream by day, as they did feel, 29700|The sweetest, happiest years of life, 29700|And counterest their last, the best? 29700|Who then of mortal things can say 29700|If the earth is barren o'er, or bright 29700|And merry and full of fair things wrought. 29700|Ah no! with those fair things do we cheer; 29700|We too can ======================================== SAMPLE 11260 ======================================== 1304|Sings a little while. 1304|Now at last I am up to my knees, 1304|Myself, and all those fair things, 1304|The dearer those I see around me, 1304|For you and me: 1304|And the stars which come about our place, 1304|The wind, the birds, the earth all know; 1304|Yet our song is all for you and me, 1304|The good-bye, dear one, good-bye! 1304|O you want no pity! 1304|'Twas to think of our miseries 1304|All our own: 1304|'Twas to feel the hard, sharp things 1304|Which some men have. 1304|O you want no compassion! 1304|'Twas to feel your soul in me 1304|Laugh as I cry: 1304|And my tears, your tears, 'twas my pain, 1304|The bad, the bad! 1304|And now that I'm dead I'll not beg 1304|Your pity or your pity, 1304|O wanton, wanton, 1304|Passionate, passionate-- 1304|My love for you and you 1304|And me and you. 1304|O thou wilt not relent! 1304|I've tried you to the soul-edge, 1304|I've tried you to the stone-- 1304|I'll not do so e'en. 1304|I have tried you to the gall, 1304|I have tried you with a wound, 1304|But, poor thing! 'tis vain: 1304|I am slain with a wrong-wrought outrage-- 1304|'Twill not avail. 1304|At a mere penny a week 'twill cost-- 1304|Wretch! but then, 1304|I'll give her but a clump of pence a day. 1304|O you want no pity! 1304|'Twas a man's, and 'twas a GOD'S, 1304|'Twas a woman's, and 'twas MY WOMAN'S. 1304|But if, my fair young thing, you should come 1304|And touch me with your golden hair, 1304|Or kiss me o'er and o'er, fair sir, 1304|O you would not relent! 1304|Come with that lip of silvery shine, 1304|And with that dimple of vermeil tone, 1304|And with the lass of MY WOMAN'S smile, 1304|And you shall have the world with you. 1304|Why, my dearest love, why do you press 1304|My lips with silver and with gold? 1304|Why do you press me with your hair? 1304|Thou never shalt have mine, nor I with thine. 1304|Come, my love, come and be all the while 1304|The sweet child of the God of love; 1304|And I will smile thy love of thee-- 1304|Ah, I will laugh and sing to thee 1304|In my own happy garden-close. 1304|I am a widow, I am widowed, 1304|For my Love hath o'erwhelm'd my joy: 1304|So that I must needs weep, and wake, 1304|And must see the world lie dead in night, 1304|And must see my life the spoil of Death, 1304|Till I am quite wan ere I die. 1304|O let me in, O let me in, 1304|Till that day come that I make amends, 1304|Till that day come that I make amends; 1304|And I'll bury my Love afar, 1304|And I will weep and wake and must see the world lie dead in night 1304|And must see the world lie dead in night, 1304|Till I am quite wan ere I die. 1304|To-day my Love hath o'er me flown, 1304|O let me in, and soon I'll make amends; 1304|To-day my Love hath o'er me fled 1304|That I may make amends. 1304|And I will gather the flowers of May, 1304|And I will bring them all unto thy house, 1304|And I will ======================================== SAMPLE 11270 ======================================== 30235|For what the world now makes for thee. 30235|All that the world or kings shall make 30235|Shall from thy death be free: 30235|There is not one of Time's diurnal dreams 30235|Shall grow so glad as I. 30235|Thou that with thy celestial vision 30235|From the beginning sawest right, 30235|What time I am thy being's guide 30235|In Death's noblest pageant sung; 30235|Thou that with immortal vision 30235|Wasst the first in vision shown: 30235|And if with mortal wisdom I 30235|Have ever learnt to bow, 30235|It is because thy spirit breathed 30235|In mortal wisdom such. 30235|I have not learned to bow 30235|But in obedience there 30235|My nature kept her wise old way, 30235|Though all the world were mute. 30235|And yet I bow, though in despair 30235|My soul has sometimes fled; 30235|For though the world's great heart may lay 30235|The world's great soul in the dust, 30235|Though all be drowned and drowned in it, 30235|The soul is here. 30235|And though no human heart can tell, 30235|Nor man's, nor womankind's mind, 30235|How far my nature sojourners be 30235|From men, yet I know well 30235|That God in nature hath his home, 30235|Not in earth, not in heaven, 30235|But with us here, on this cold earth, 30235|Whom all His love shall move. 30235|I am thine own voice; and thereon lies 30235|The holy bond wherein thou & I 30235|Are one; and I could wish thee naught else, 30235|Save to abide with me, 30235|Nor change thy gentle accents for shrill winds 30235|That are not from my country's shore; 30235|And though our accents never match, yet I 30235|Am fit to teach the Spirit of thee 30235|How far my own native land doth lie, 30235|And with my voice thou teach'st me. 30235|There 's a song of gladness, and of a heart; 30235|Sing it with tenderness and with grace; 30235|Sing it in accents sweet as the south wind's breath, 30235|Sing it in tones as soft as the morning dew; 30235|Sing it, oh! sing it still and sweet and low, 30235|So sweet that all shall listen and repeat. 30235|Sing it, oh! sing it still and sweet and low, 30235|Sing it with tenderness and grace; 30235|Sing it in accents sweet as the south wind's breath 30235|Sing it in tones as mild as the first ray; 30235|Sing it, oh! sing it still and sweet and low, 30235|So sweet that all shall listen and repeat. 30235|Sing it, oh! sing it still and sweet and low, 30235|Sing it with grace; for it is the voice of God; 30235|Sing it in sounds as mild as the first ray; 30235|Sing it, oh! sing it still and sweet and low, 30235|Sweet as a lullaby sung by a child, 30235|So sweet that all shall listen and repeat. 30235|It 's my love, my love, my dear! 30235|My love, my love, true love, 30235|And never can I tell thee how 30235|My heart hath run up and down. 30235|I have sat by the sunny orchard wall, 30235|And seen the young mangles blush with delight; 30235|I have seen the bluebells droop above the mound, 30235|And the crowns of willows deck the yellow eglantine. 30235|I have heard the robin in the green o' the heath, 30235|Sing me thy song, my sweet love, so sweet and low, 30235|Sing me thy song, my sweet love, so sweet and low; 30235|My bed is waiting, my love, with woollen over, 30235|The red gold shut about like a spider's web; 30235|My weary feet are weary, my heart is sore, 30235|And I would lie down and rest. 30235|I am a weary ======================================== SAMPLE 11280 ======================================== 17393|So the whole show we make 17393|Because you'll see? 17393|How you, of all the people, came 17393|Through all the glory is due, 17393|And not the least of them--I mean 17393|The men who tried, 17393|The men who stayed, 17393|And all the rest! 17393|And not the most who fell, 17393|And not the women all, 17393|Only a few who'd been 17393|For one thing or another-- 17393|That's one thing--and you, 17393|But you were all for one! 17393|You thought of the others too-- 17393|'Twas you who took them in-- 17393|With an eye to the whole-- 17393|For the glory was this, 17393|And not a man for life! 17393|I think I can see your face 17393|In your voice, when we speak! 17393|I think you think of me too-- 17393|(Whose work was done?) 17393|Yet not, as I could speak, 17393|"I love this man"; 17393|And not because I love you so-- 17393|For I am overjoyed to see 17393|That you would care for me! 17393|But some good God has made you like 17393|So much myself; 17393|And some good God, when He made men, 17393|Prepared a nobler hand 17393|For a nobler hand to take. 17393|And the God, who wrought this love, 17393|Had a mighty mind 17393|To see that all the men who came 17393|To work this great great miracle 17393|Should love their betters truly, 17393|For the glory of His name. 17393|I am not proud; I am content 17393|With the best I have got of it, 17393|And no one else's happiness 17393|Can make me any happier. 17393|I do not wish myself to be 17393|The man who made him, God! 17393|Or the man who cannot give up 17393|One trace of his great making-- 17393|A man who, for some great whim, 17393|Hopes to be something great. 17393|So I am content. And I 17393|(And I do mean great things) 17393|Would like to be a man like you, 17393|Too, in a big way. 17393|For I do not hate you--well, 17393|Not as I hate you now; 17393|I'd like to be all that I am, 17393|And never wish myself less 17393|Than what I yet may be. 17393|And you would never, anyhow, 17393|(For I know you well, 17393|And I confess it when I speak) 17393|Blaspheme or call you less true 17393|Or gentle--so I go: 17393|I'd like to be the man, you see, 17393|That you and you have made! 17393|What a life and happiness I'd lead 17393|If we could only have the boy again, 17393|For he has so much in his childish ways! 17393|What a life we'd live if only he came back! 17393|Not a thing could I do but think of you, 17393|Not a touch of earth could keep from growing worse; 17393|For you would always be--and I--and I would say: 17393|"Thank God, that we are together!--and I know 17393|All day what was always hidden, now I see, 17393|And you would always be--and your heart would break, too-- 17393|And I--I would run and call you--and I would cry. 17393|Now where did you come from when you came home-- 17393|Where did you bring the news--what do you remember? 17393|What are you doing all this while?" 17393|And I think: "I was waiting, just--waiting, watching, 17393|When--when I came home--and then--oh that happy day 17393|When you came home to me--and I knew that everything 17393|Would be all right in the world--then--then--you must let me go." 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 11290 ======================================== 1365|Soothed with his music. 1365|And when the sun went down, 1365|And darkness came at last, 1365|The old man passed by me 1365|With his old moustache and beard, 1365|Saying, "Ain't ye long to be 1365|In a dreamy sleep 1365|Sleeping, dreaming, 1365|"Ain't ye long to see the sun 1365|Light up old Isabella's door, 1365|And her old master-piece of wood 1365|Ding a sweet melody; 1365|"And the birds come and call and sing, 1365|And the wild flowers blow, 1365|And I dream that I see you stand 1365|Waiting, houris all!" 1365|One night the priest of Isabella 1365|Came to the door of Isabella's tower, 1365|And standing near her, 1365|He saw her waken from a dream 1365|And her head upon the wall, 1365|And the stars and the wild flowers around her 1365|Flew like flakes of snow. 1365|He knew that the thing that was done 1365|With heart and will and hand was done; 1365|For there had come from the priest of Isabella 1365|Comes from his tower, the priest of Isabella, 1365|The old man with the white beard, 1365|And the black-eyed maid, Isabella, 1365|With her dear young master there. 1365|And at the priest's approach 1365|She turned and looked a space; 1365|But when she saw the priest, 1365|She trembled and trembled with joy; 1365|And the priest spoke somewhat lowly, and said: 1365|"My child, by the rays of the moon 1365|And the stars that are lit 1365|I have brought you a blessed boon: 1365|We part to meet no more; 1365|But if still to stray and roam 1365|You would rather seek the world of men 1365|Where the old god Melifolk stands, 1365|With his two wild wandering stars, 1365|And the brawling seagulls, 1365|On the seas and far away 1365|To the land of the barren palms, 1365|And the tropic islands of the north 1365|There is hope, my child! 1365|You shall be mine. 1365|The night has come, the night has come, 1365|The night of dread and wonder; 1365|The old sea-gull and the new, 1365|The gondolier and dance-hall clown, 1365|Have broken the golden spell 1365|The golden lamp of my desire 1365|Beside the sea. 1365|The night has come, the night has come. 1365|My gondola flits afar 1365|And drifts and rocks in the gray 1365|Uncertain moonlight; 1365|But my star of dreams goes 1365|Shining forth upon the shore 1365|In the shadow of the sky. 1365|A star as still as a heron 1365|Doth shine above us, 1365|Unnoticed as he, 1365|With wings that are white as snow, 1365|And eyes that are blue as glass, 1365|And wings of fire that are red, 1365|Above yon town of Lido, 1365|Amid the sunset. 1365|And I have called thee, serene and holy, 1365|With hands of calm compassion over me. 1365|I made thee with my tears and years to rest, 1365|I gave thee the gray old age I knew, 1365|And I have called thee. 1365|The light which fell like a veil upon thee, 1365|The love which was the shadow of mine heart, 1365|And the sweet quiet which was my voice 1365|All fled with thee into the night, 1365|Far away through the starlit air. 1365|Oh, thou art gone, and thy wings may never waken 1365|The stars yet in the heavens to bless the earth! 1365|And it is late! the sun is dying away 1365|Through the white city, the misty, dark; 1365|The sea is like a ======================================== SAMPLE 11300 ======================================== 37804|_On a Day, when 'twixt the Sun's last Lamp and the Setting of the Sun_ 37804|_All Through the Night, in the Dark, till the Daybreak or Morning_ 37804|_On a Day, when the Starre of the World in the West Dies of the 37804|_On a Day, which was a Day of Seven Hours, and yet was not a 37804|_On a Morning, when the Moon was setting_ 37804|_On a Night of Cold, when the Windke was not Windke_ 37804|_A Midsummer-morning, when a Cloud was in the East, and a 37804|_On a Day, when a Shadow, or Shadowie, was in the East, and 37804|_On a Morning, when a Light was in the East, and a Shade in the 37804|_On a Midsummer-morning, when a Cloud was in the East, and a 37804|_On a Morning, when a Light was in the East, and a Shade in the 37804|_On a Midsummer-morning, when a Shadow was in the East, and the West 37804|_On a Midsummer-morning, when a Shadow was in the East, and the West 37804|_On a Midsummer-morrow, when a Light was in the East, and a 37804|Shade was in the West._ 37804|The Day was gone like a Night departing: but the Evening 37804|Was like a Night and a Day were departing: and still a 37804|Midsummer-morning, when a Cloud was in the East, and a Shadow 37804|_I count _them_ who can say they ever saw it_ 37804|_That is, these Three Hundred thousand Men and women_ 37804|_In the Hundredth year of our Reign, in the Hundredth year 37804|of our Reign, that is, our Reign; in the Hundredth year of 37804|our Reign._ 37804|_On a Midsummer-morning, when a Cloud was in the East, and a 37804|Sky stood over the North, and a Night was in the East_ 37804|_On a Midsummer-morrow, when a Light was in the East, and a 37804|Shade was in the West._ 37804|_On a Midsummer-morning, when a Cloud was in the East, and a 37804|Sky stood over the North, and a Night was in the East_ 37804|_On a Midsummer-morn, when a Cloud was in the East, and a 37804|Sky stood over the North, and the Moon was in the East,_ 37804|_On a Midsummer-morrow, when a Light was in the East, and 37804|Shade was in the West._ 37804|_On a Midsummer-morrow, when a Night was in the East, and the 37804|Day was in the West._ 37804|_On a Midsummer-evening, when the Sun was in the East, and a 37804|Sky stood over the South, and a Wind was in the East,_ 37804|_On a Midsummer-evening, and then a Gloom,_ 37804|_For a Moment, while I sung a Gloom,_ 37804|_And the Bird of the Forest flew there._ 37804|_On a Midsummer-evening, when the Sun was in the East, and a 37804|Sky stood over the South, and a Wind was in the East 37804|_Was seen as the shadow of the Spirit of the Forest_. 37804|_On a Midsummer-evening, when the Sun was in the East, and the 37804|Gone and came away,_ 37804|_While a Cloud was in the East, and the Bird of the 37804|woods flew there!_ 37804|_And a Sky was in the East, and a Wind was in the East,_ 37804|_And a Tree in the North, and a Tree in the South, and a Tree 37804|in the West,_ 37804|What _are_ those Three Hundred thousand Men and women_ 37804|_In the Hundredth year of our Reign, in the Hundredth 37804|year of our Reign? In the Hundredth year of our Reign, 37804|_In our Reign,_ 37804|_They are the Three Hundred thousand whom the Sun has ======================================== SAMPLE 11310 ======================================== 37452|The golden sun, the rising moon, 37452|The silver twilight. 37452|All that I could do, I did; 37452|And, with the dawn's light shining, 37452|I rose in the blue morning: 37452|I kissed the pale day's face, 37452|"The rose shall clothe the grave." 37452|The sea ran down from shore to shore 37452|Through all its gulfs unheard; 37452|The wind made songs in the trees; 37452|There was no voice at all 37452|Except the sound of the waves. 37452|And, when the dawn came clear, 37452|Came clear from shore to shore. 37452|I held an apple at the door 37452|And knocked, and then I went inside 37452|Because I wanted to see 37452|How the child cried in the cradle: 37452|"The child is dead, my love. 37452|The child is dead, my love, 37452|And buried is the wood." 37452|O the night is long in the east, 37452|And the moon's great white hand is there, 37452|And the sea is like a knife 37452|That is twirling my heart. 37452|What is that strange light in the west? 37452|Must I always stay sleeping? 37452|I am so weary, O weary! 37452|O the wind! I am so weary! 37452|O the sea! I am so weary! 37452|What is that strange light in the west? 37452|Tell me, O tell me, my mother! 37452|O the wind! I am so weary! 37452|O the sea! I am so weary! 37452|What is that strange light in the west? 37452|And what strange light in the east? 37452|I am glad to see that light 37452|Come from the sky, O my mother! 37452|Come from the sky, as pure as light, 37452|Come from above, as high as heaven; 37452|Let me sleep, as I have always done 37452|For some pleasure, when I am weary. 37452|The night is long in the east. 37452|The moon has changed her shade: 37452|We are in the old cottage, 37452|And the children are asleep. 37452|The wind blows west. 37452|And the dawn in the east: 37452|I am glad that it dawns already. 37452|I am glad to see the morning light. 37452|Come out to the country, my children dear! 37452|Come out from the country, out by the wood! 37452|Come out in the sun. 37452|Hush, dearest, the children are asleep. 37452|Hush, dearest, and wake, my dear ones! 37452|Hush and go forth. 37452|The sun is shining 37452|Across the meadows 37452|That grow black with moths. 37452|Down in the meadows; 37452|The wind is singing 37452|A lullaby. 37452|The children are asleep, 37452|And I am walking 37452|Where the brook goes. 37452|There a water-course, 37452|A little water-course, 37452|Is running out to-day. 37452|Through the shade 37452|Of some great oak-trees, 37452|Through the wind-robes, 37452|A light runs down to me. 37452|I can see no light 37452|Because of the leaf, leaf, leaf--leaf-- 37452|Because of the wind-robes. 37452|I see a light run out 37452|To run where the wind is. 37452|But I would have a light. 37452|Hush, dearest, dearest, dearest. I will 37452|Come out to the country, my children dear! 37452|The light goes out of the wind-robes 37452|Because the shadows are there. 37452|The children are asleep. 37452|What must the children do when the sun 37452|Has warmed themselves and their poor mothers 37452|With his warm blood? 37452|And their poor mothers, 37452|Who cannot keep still, 37452|With the water-jug 37452| ======================================== SAMPLE 11320 ======================================== 3160|"Say, what is this?" the sage, for further speech 3160|Recalls the story; "that false maid did fly 3160|To a strange land, from the fair-hair'd swain 3160|(Her sire was far remote) and by force he bore 3160|The infant to his couch, and kept for dower 3160|A golden goblet, and a pair of fair 3160|Rive loom'd as the soft shape of youth and love; 3160|Of all he gave her, he gave her to wear 3160|(Her eyes shew'd them with a dazzling glow;) 3160|Yet, when she reached suitor's arms the maid 3160|The golden goblet sought, and from him took 3160|Her, to his walls returning with the lord, 3160|Whose bed the maids were wont the town to court. 3160|"Now, when, by reason of this, she flies, 3160|A furious man she sees; a hound behold, 3160|Who spits in every wound; and by the side 3160|Of living gore the corpse her limbs embays; 3160|His forehead bears the signs of bleeding red, 3160|Which proof his throat, his face, and breast hath rent. 3160|"But she, still faithful to the injured nymph, 3160|Pays down the hounds' necks for love, the rack to tame, 3160|And, hounds to lop, where she the jav'lin drew, 3160|Wounded, they hang her, like an angry hog. 3160|For now (the dog had died) the maid has slain, 3160|And at once from out her throat flies bleeding gore, 3160|But now she calls the dame, who from afar 3160|Spreads her young arm, and gently tugs him to earth: 3160|His dying eyes she raises, and with sighs 3160|Spreads the young bosom of her fair desire: 3160|"Now, hapless maid! since nought can save thee now, 3160|Save by his life, our loved father dead, 3160|To the bright city to seek us we repair, 3160|Or with the dogs to meet our fate in hell. 3160|The gods of heaven no pity to thee show, 3160|Or in the gods their aid perform thy care. 3160|For when to earth my brother thus return'd, 3160|And I by thee the dogs had made to bleed, 3160|The cruel god who rules athwart the seas 3160|Pursued the stolen prize, and sent him far away, 3160|Where my unhappy people languish in affright! 3160|For thee to chase the dogs I all alone 3160|Forbear my task, and with my hands refuse; 3160|Nor do I hope thy gentle soul, O maid! 3160|Shall plead for mercy with the gods on high. 3160|O then, or I must quit this grief to bear. 3160|With my own spirit I would sacrifice thee, 3160|And with my own high valour save my bride: 3160|And if at least a prince's son we wed, 3160|The rest shall be thy heirs: then thou thy spouse, 3160|And all my friends, shalt then be spouse to thee. 3160|A worthy spouse to thee I well could give 3160|Alive, and thou my husband shouldst be me; 3160|But, though a prince's son thou shalt be loved, 3160|By one man love, not three, can prove thy right." 3160|At this, straight from the bed the maid arose, 3160|Struck with sudden joy, and grieved with fears: 3160|"Alas! alas! what cruel hand hath strangled 3160|Thy darling in his bed? and shall not he 3160|Who loved thee once, thy love now live no more? 3160|Now by thy virtue, and by all mankind's help! 3160|I dare my faithful passion to declare. 3160|Forbear, my wife! thy name, thy fame shall live, 3160|In all the histories of time and land. 3160|Say, is it meet that I should bid farewell, 3160|Forbear to live, and live in wrath to fly?" 3160|Then, thus unkind, aloud she thus replies, 3160 ======================================== SAMPLE 11330 ======================================== 1002|This will I say, for I am well versed 1002|In that old quatrain, where she, who is the 1002|Desirous spirit, says that her own 1002|Desire is for a good end, in the world 1002|To come. So then to-day will I not stay thee; 1002|But if thou stay not, why then straightway will I 1002|Perform my office here, and thou from thence 1002|Go wandering on thy way, a witless wretch!" 1002|In the third circle I found myself, 1002|As in the other two, a shade attached 1002|Unto my Lord; and thus the words he spake 1002|Unto me: "Ay! so counsel me thy deed, 1002|And tell him how thou meetest each desire 1002|Here on this lowest of the three circles. 1002|Say, shalt thou mount on the top of Earth, 1002|Willing to know in what part? and tell him, 1002|If aught from thee hath changed, that I repeat." 1002|Then I: "As at another period of my 1002|Life I live, so unto this state was I 1002|When I was with the living pietos, 1002|Tilled by the hurly whale and copper ore; 1002|But that I gave no account of them 1002|To any of the immortals, they took it ill 1002|With each of them, who deemed that by its kind 1002|It improved, and nourished the members large. 1002|Now I in waxen cells three separate heads have, 1002|And two of them the copper becomes; 1002|The one that on the inside is of lead, 1002|The other that is of mercury. 1002|That one who deeply dug the mine of gold, 1002|And I with him, of the timber knew not, 1002|When we descended into the valleys, 1002|Made us of scaffoldings the body frame. 1002|He joined the skull on top, the brain took place; 1002|And from the heart descended the other halves, 1002|Taking the form of other objurgations. 1002|He broke the heart of this one at the vena caudum, 1002|And from the other at the ventricle; 1002|Then he made them of the other two at the brow; 1002|He quenched the other with a salt tearlet, 1002|And in the flank a third he made inglorious. 1002|Thus he reverse from one another rolled, 1002|Legs and face and in the rear the other half. 1002|When we had passed o'er the unplumb'd ravines, 1002|Meeting the ancient infernal gorge in front, 1002|I was pursuer of another folk 1002|Into a valley of so dark a hue, 1002|That in my thought I said: "These are frighten'd." 1002|They vanish'd, in a moment, through the valleys 1002|So dark, that not with lens or with pen I 1002|How distant are the hills from me I say. 1002|As sometimes in a tank without water 1002|You may note the floating of the bubbles, 1002|If ever racket of horn or psalter be 1002|Near unto it, and at the bottom stop,) 1002|If ever the bark of fish beneath it 1002|Yields there upon the surface any token, 1002|I saw at cast my gaze that circle narrow, 1002|And, to discern more near approach of those 1002|Who was there standing, I made further advance. 1002|Vanni Fucci, of Lavagna, Abbot there, 1002|Was on the verge, who had so loudly prated 1002|Of virtue, fear, and holiness, and said 1002|Such evils freely of himself and of others; 1002|As in my case I have elsewhere shown me. 1002|Carmen Montefeltro then, Ouilius' son, 1002|Adriano, and Enterimbusc a third, 1002|With footsteps slow approach'd to us, accompanied 1002|By Servir and by Nepofi. I saw 1002|Empanio and Conti Fuori also, 1002|Who was advancing tow'rd ======================================== SAMPLE 11340 ======================================== 5186|Hastens backward, sweeps the dust-clouds overhead, 5186|To the sky-gulf, heaven he hastens onward scatters, 5186|Showing the paths he traced for Pohyola's children. 5186|Then the heroes journey through the evening lightness, 5186|Cast their bows upon the reed-beds and water-basins, 5186|Spread a seat for all beneath the burying-clothes, 5186|Baskets for golden dainties, bowls for cooling pitchers. 5186|Long the night, and Pohya's children spend it, 5186|Daily do the hunters spend the evening hours, 5186|Through the day do the fisher build his firesides, 5186|Through the night come forth the swains to labour, 5186|Build the boats and fashion shields and weapons. 5186|Soon the lindens and the peaceful firs are weary, 5186|And the firs and lindens turn to nights for watching. 5186|Soon a beauteous maiden comes to meet them, 5186|And the warriors sing in chorus in her honor; 5186|In the evening she will build a fireside, 5186|In the evening hear the warriors praise her; 5186|Soon departing, led her servant-folk to wandering. 5186|Time had gone but little distance, long they stayed there; 5186|Now, when evening shades had vanished, went weary 5186|To the hills to rest upon the cold earth; 5186|There to refresh themselves the swains and women, 5186|Swarthy-colored baskets to collect dainties, 5186|Tales to sell and comrades for the coming day-commands, 5186|Tales for mates to woo and comrade for departing, 5186|Tale-books filled and meal-things prepared for eating. 5186|These the words of Wainamoinen: "It is well, 5186|That my race is blessed as I see, nor ill, 5186|That those legs are longer than my brothers, 5186|That my teeth are wider than my people, 5186|That my beard is longer than my goose-flesh." 5186|Thus the ancient bard the suitor's suit address'd: 5186|"I will serve thee, minstrel, on the heath-land, 5186|In the woodlands, and the lowlands, bow-bending, 5186|In the borders, and the mountains fishing, 5186|In the lakes, and fens, and past the ooze-plain; 5186|If thou wilt, gladly will I let thee live 5186|On the heath and in the forest haunts sharing 5186|Thy bread-sharing share with thee my golden abundance." 5186|Thus the gay Lemminkainen answered: 5186|"Now I freely will a life-companion share 5186|With thee, dear sir, for bread my golden abundance. 5186|I have heard the ancient bard, Ahti, sing, 5186|Sing a ballad, written in these sheets, 5186|Fill'd with all the most delicious quotes, 5186|Of the days of yore, when thou and I were frolicsome. 5186|Each song has its own delightful features, 5186|All the verses are as flowers at morning, 5186|All the lines are as a fruitful field, 5186|And each word is a fresh fall'n seed-sown." 5186|Wainamoinen, the magician, modestly 5186|Gave assent to his fair friend's request, 5186|Assent to all the things he wished to ask. 5186|Then he wandered, lively and active, 5186|Wandered through many countries and regions, 5186|Settling at the end of Umhoinen's song, 5186|At the border of the ballad's universe. 5186|Now it was early evening, gathering snow 5186|All around, and hard as steel upon earth, 5186|Harden'd hard by the biting North-wind; 5186|And the South-wind was in harmony 5186|With the songs of the magician Madamo; 5186|Sang she a maiden, Hyacinth the maid, 5186|Fairest daughter of the melancholy, 5186|Fairest daughter of the woodlands, voiceful, 5186|Stirs the forest with her tender ======================================== SAMPLE 11350 ======================================== 615|With his full staff, he has the damsel's foot 615|Dropped, and her head upon his shafts has cast: 615|He thrusts her, and the woman to and fro 615|Swoons like a leaf upon the grass: her eyes 615|Have lost their lustre, and from the stem they droop. 615|All pale and speechless is that pallid dame, 615|Save where the flowing of her limber hair 615|Gleams like a star, or where her breathing is 615|Vibrant in full mirror of a stream. 615|Nor is it long, ere she is, to stretch her head 615|O'er him that has in his arms her fallen: 615|Who still his lance unfastened has unsound, 615|So that the lady dies, and leaves no heir. 615|So dies Marphisa, and so can her son. 615|And they (who will but see the lady's face!) 615|Do the two damsels' souls in darkness drown. 615|They both, they all, the two dear companions, 615|Who loved them, with the damsels' blood are strown, 615|And so perish, and by such a dame 615|Wrought a glorious loss, that evermore 615|The faithful souls are sought by angels' hand, 615|Who all the virtues and the faults confess. 615|In the same night they both have perished there, 615|A gentle lady, and a lady fair; 615|And from that hour to that they both had died, 615|One in the grave, the other in a grave. 615|In the same night that they were doomed to woe, 615|Nor one more living nor one less alive, 615|Both, while they live, do homage unto thee, 615|-- As those who in the sight of heaven stand near-- 615|O Marphisa! fair Marphisa of France! 615|By what can be, in what can compare 615|With what in truth did you and me endure? 615|And what so great in all respect appear, 615|As might the fair Marphisa to my thought: 615|So that I might the fairest ever be, 615|Or none ever yet that I knew of were. 615|In this while, which I to you in short, 615|Have told in briefest form I should conceive; 615|I pray I lastly by the verse am bound, 615|-- To make thy names remembered by mine. 615|To tell of her would be to say too much; 615|For so I cannot, that 'twould invade 615|The sacred shrine I honour, where I lay 615|As one who of such virtue has no care, 615|And would to every thing, save Heaven, be done. 615|I say not how through many an eventful mine, 615|Our hearts of happiness we oft have stirred, 615|Through various ways through hope and fear and thought, 615|The love of good is rooted, that to good. 615|To hear it well, some it may seem may stir 615|The holy altar whence we all resort, 615|As she, who, if that love she feel, was kind; 615|But him and every one of such esteem, 615|That he whom she has loved with such esteem 615|Was sure to die; who, from great honor sown, 615|Of gentle life her precious fruit will sown; 615|And that as yet the tale I never told; 615|I hope she, who from death's event foresees, 615|Has left such knowledge still, so will that she 615|To him -- as heretics, -- will impart 615|Her love, as, with the rest, her knowledge falls. 615|To her that lady I my name do cry: 615|Who here my life has served; and evermore, 615|As such as she -- whom I have ever been 615|In spirit and in deeds -- she, in my turn, 615|Seems to her true and lawful lord to be. 615|Nor only her we hear and see; we are 615|Brought to a place and time, where other speech 615|Was never made, or ever shall be had; -- 615|And we have reason there to wonder where, 615|Or by what power that other day was done. 615|But that I will not rehearse is her intent; 615|Who was so pleased to see her loved one stand, 615|That as ======================================== SAMPLE 11360 ======================================== 30391|The moon is the bride of the sea, 30391|He shall never find out 30391|The way to his bliss: 30391|For the tides of the sea of life have no part 30391|In the sea of the dead. 30391|The moon is a lady of purple and pearl, 30391|And a queen of the moon, 30391|Whose face is a lily that is white with fear; 30391|Yet is the world and its woes 30391|Still on her breast. 30391|A ghost! a ghost! and a ghost in the gloom! 30391|The eyes of the ocean! 30391|A ghost! a ghost! and a ghost in the gloom! 30391|The land is the mistress of the years, 30391|She doth govern alone; 30391|She is cruel if she will be, 30391|And her heart is her grave. 30391|She doth reign in her realm alone, 30391|A monarch of death and hell; 30391|Yet is her realm a hell of blissful heat, 30391|Where the sea and the sea-gulls call 30391|To the world of the dead. 30391|A ghost! a ghost! and a ghost in the gloom! 30391|The sky is a lady of purple and pearl, 30391|Her lips are red with hell's breath, 30391|Her locks are as fleecy clouds that float 30391|O'er the sea of the blest. 30391|The sky! the sky! and the sky in the gloom 30391|Is a bride of hell and fear, 30391|A bride of the sea-gulls that haunt the moon's bed 30391|With the call of their shrieks. 30391|The sky! the sky! and the sky in the gloom! 30391|Is a queen of hell and fear! 30391|When the sea is silent and the skies are red, 30391|When the mists recede unto a golding shroud 30391|The moon is the queen of the skies, 30391|She holds the world in her hands! 30391|The mists! the clouds! the moon! and her shroud! 30391|But the dead that have loved shall feel the dead's need, 30391|For there is neither hell nor heaven to save, 30391|There is neither heaven nor hell! 30391|I shall rise and travel with the sun, 30391|I shall rise with him, my lord, 30391|For this I trust my feet shall never fail 30391|Till I meet him in the world! 30391|I shall rise upon the world I love, 30391|And I shall dance with the world! 30391|He shall hold my forehead from the grass, 30391|And my heart from the stone! 30391|I shall gaze and gaze in love's deep eyes, 30391|To find my soul, that I adore. 30391|And oh, I swear I shall not fear, 30391|Tho' the day of my wrongs be near! 30391|I shall rise and dance with the sun, 30391|And I shall dance with him, my lord, 30391|For this I trust my feet shall never fail 30391|Till I meet him in the world! 30391|I will rise and dance with the sun, 30391|I will rise with him, my lord, 30391|And I will look on the wild west skies, 30391|And gaze upon my soul! 30391|He shall lean in faith on a breast unfed, 30391|And kiss my mouth in dreams, 30391|And hold me to his heart, and bind 30391|My soul to his, as a thing. 30391|I shall rise with my sun on the world 30391|With him, my lord, to the skies! 30391|For he holds my forehead from the grass, 30391|And my heart from the stone! 30391|A lily hath lips a-spreading soft 30391|And in the golden light that glows, 30391|The rose is a rose under the moon. 30391|The sun is a sunbeam within a flame, 30391|Where love lies dead within a man's heart, 30391|A rose lives, and loves and fades with the sun, 30391|A lily grows and lingers with love. 30391|The moon is a lily where the ======================================== SAMPLE 11370 ======================================== 11351|"It's just the water in the water," she would say, 11351|But now and then a whisper would start to cry; 11351|And all the old farm life came back again, 11351|And the old farm dear to every soul. 11351|"And then we're off," she'd say; "we're off, you see, 11351|For we have to feed the cows on high, 11351|The cows that never want to eat, you know, 11351|And the birds that sing so loud and gay. 11351|So, when it's time for dinner we have to go 11351|We'll just leave them all to chew and chew, 11351|And then we'll leave the rest for you to do; 11351|For they say it's always best to eat." 11351|With their mouths full they'd laugh if she would say 11351|They had not had a splendid time, 11351|But oh, the days like these were the days of yore 11351|And the farmer in summerwear. 11351|Oh, I would live in the past and I would not die, 11351|As that old maid was so fond of me; 11351|But as she was so fond of me I know in my heart 11351|The dream of the long away. 11351|A dream of a long, long-ago, when we were young and happy, 11351|And all the old farm-life we missed. 11351|A dream of the long-ago, when her eyes were brown and tender; 11351|When we went plucking blooms together, 11351|And never a word of warning or rebuke or censure 11351|From her so wise and so kind. 11351|A dream of a long, long-ago, in the days when my heart was free 11351|From its ties of sorrow or bondage, 11351|As it fluttered the wood-ridged road on which we passed in our haste. 11351|But as we went in our haste, we reached the home to which we came, 11351|And the old mother's sighs died away, 11351|And the sweet woman vanished from view. 11351|And so, in the days when I am old and the past is near, 11351|I will remember and cherish her smile now and then, to bid me say, 11351|"When you grow up to be a man, remember my daughter fair, 11351|"When you grow up to be a man, remember old Mary-Ann here, 11351|And put away a dream of the dead to-day." 11351|She stood beside her little window-seat, 11351|Her head on pillow, her chin upon her hand 11351|Beneath her window-seat. 11351|"Oh, see the moon on the water-height, 11351|Oh, see the moon grow white at the moonlight tide! 11351|It is her father sits there at night like a king, 11351|Sitting in his castle bright as gold! 11351|"And yet I know he will go to the war," said that little maid, 11351|"My father says he can't. I think he will wait and see 11351|While I lie beside my window-seat in bed, 11351|With her little body thrown away and dead, 11351|"But he'll be in the camp when the moon shall come up, 11351|And he will wait beside me in the war, 11351|With her little body thrown away and dead. 11351|Oh! look upon this little beggar maiden, 11351|Bare her form and arms beneath her head, 11351|Bare her cheek, bare her lovely form, 11351|And ah! I have said it before and I say it now, 11351|"For her father, when comes the dark, shall save her, 11351|He'll go out from his castle into the field, 11351|And shall find her father's window chair." 11351|Oh! I never saw a fairer of you, 11351|So young and sweet and stately grown, 11351|But now, to you and me, as I watch you move, 11351|I can't help but think you are a queen. 11351|Her mother had a fondness for a cup, 11351|But to this day no mother has seen one, 11351|As many a plate of cake might tell, 11351|But that ======================================== SAMPLE 11380 ======================================== 19221|And all the stars that in heaven are, 19221|As the moon, the sun, and all the stars 19221|Are, like my lady, still in view; 19221|But the stars are all too bright 19221|To let my love her light play round: 19221|So I shut my eyes to keep 19221|From seeing what I saw before. 19221|At last the twilight seemed to come 19221|And blur the dim and troubled light: 19221|The trees, that seemed all at a game, 19221|To shade the dim moon did advance-- 19221|At sight of which poor Dot did grieve, 19221|And turn'd away his eyes from bed, 19221|And waked as if death lay right 19221|Within a second--for he knew 19221|That he had waked too soon; so he 19221|Close up to Mrs. Raven sat; 19221|And, as he sat, his soft soft voice 19221|Did scatter petals on the floor 19221|As though it had been marble white; 19221|'Twas so at least, because none knew 19221|When he first came with quiet face 19221|And lifted hands to heaven apart, 19221|What seemed that silver battle made 19221|His soul a-quiver upon. 19221|His gentle lady's eyes did meet 19221|His looks as tranquil and as meek 19221|As if she did some gentle task 19221|For quiet her sad husband's weal. 19221|And as they did, I fancy walked 19221|With them, and saw their gentle thoughts 19221|Move to a far-off happy life 19221|Unsatisfied with earth's small good. 19221|And I did think, this Raven as white 19221|With love as Dot's was to be; 19221|And I do think so; but my thoughts 19221|Were shut in by their silent friend. 19221|'How did you come to meet me then? 19221|For I was very ill at ease 19221|When I came by Charles's side to-day.' 19221|'O yes; and that's very true, indeed; 19221|But let me tell you, dear, about 19221|That hour, and then remembered me. 19221|We were on business together, 19221|Of which it cannot be forgot; 19221|I did but see him when I passed; 19221|I know not if it was my mind 19221|Or his soft look that glanced at me, 19221|Only that, by the window there-- 19221|I saw my love before my face-- 19221|He had such majesty in his eyes 19221|I thought he held a crystal ball 19221|In which glazed his heart of hearts:-- 19221|And I could see them moving both, 19221|Like sun-beam and reflection there 19221|When the hot sun was not too near, 19221|Or a damp mist or something like that 19221|Dipt into a dewy sky. 19221|And this I thought was Dot, as fast 19221|As I could picture him or know; 19221|But, when my pretty Dot did speak 19221|I was afraid his tongue he'd spout: 19221|And so I looked again, and saw 19221|His brow was very unamazed 19221|When I saw his eyes were up and shut, 19221|But when I tried to say a word 19221|He only wagged his little head 19221|And spoke the simple words he spoke, 19221|Like a boy, I fancy. 19221|"And I have ridden with you three miles, 19221|"And know the country well enough; 19221|"But never have I called at the door 19221|"Until this very moment. 19221|"I'm still at home, and Aunt Ruth's at work 19221|"Beside the stove, while Mother sits 19221|"In her book all night, and Sister Ann 19221|"Takes in her arm the dripping clothes, 19221|"And Papa makes holiday 19221|"Merry when the frost is on the moors, 19221|"And when the wind blows loud. 19221|"And I am not to blame, I think, 19221|"Though I'm too near to make a noise. ======================================== SAMPLE 11390 ======================================== 28591|I'll love the Lord as well as thee. 28591|I will not seek His company 28591|While we wander on the way; 28591|I love the Lord and will abide 28591|When his hands are near my feet. 28591|I'll seek his company, whene'er 28591|I may, or may not see, 28591|In his love alone contentment, 28591|Or in his pity's tears. 28591|Then the spirit of meekness, 28591|In the spirit of meekness, 28591|Singing the blessing's praise, 28591|Singing the blessing's praise, 28591|Singing the blessing's praise. 28591|I was always a little child; 28591|That I often forgot; 28591|Now, though I am a little man, 28591|And walk all through the day, 28591|I have some thoughts that used to be, 28591|Like all little children's. 28591|But, sometimes, I think they're not so, 28591|Yet, in my dreams, they come; 28591|So, in this world, I have my hope 28591|That, in a little while, 28591|I may be all the world I could 28591|In an earnest way. 28591|God works in Time 28591|And not in instant Flow-- 28591|In brief, or hour, or day, 28591|And not for us alone. 28591|He can make or mar it all, 28591|Whatever it be, 28591|And whatsoe'er it be, 28591|He counts the seconds well 28591|Unto eternity. 28591|In long or short succession 28591|His holy purpose runs, 28591|For our thoughts, our deeds, and all, 28591|Are things ordained of him. 28591|When to His wonder blind we start, 28591|And all our eyes are filled 28591|With tears, God's purposes seem small, 28591|And yet to those we live He keeps. 28591|So we will not be afraid 28591|Of Fate, or Fate's deceit; 28591|Sons of Eternity are we, 28591|Who, in His great despite, 28591|Will be the sons of God, in spite 28591|Of all our own in time. 28591|So when Death's dark and fearful night 28591|About us gathers fast, 28591|We'll not shrink so from his triumph 28591|That we forget it, ere its light. 28591|The world's a child 28591|Who plays around him with his pranks; 28591|God takes no notice when he plays. 28591|Yet He cares much more 28591|Of what his children do 28591|Than they of their play; 28591|He's a God, who, all His care, 28591|Plants in our souls deep roots; 28591|He feeds us with good things not bad, 28591|We feel our hearts and minds grow brave 28591|In his good counsels of good cheer. 28591|Lord, I shall not be old, 28591|Nor yet old come to thee; 28591|But as I'm now far too young, 28591|Let me be told thy will. 28591|Make no change that's not right, 28591|But use me as thou art, 28591|Being true to one's eternal friend, 28591|Love me as thou wouldst live. 28591|A thing I call an "unfaithful wife," 28591|Who, by all means, 28591|Must fight to save her husband's soul 28591|From the wild waters of hell, 28591|But when she learns that she is untrue, 28591|And that her "faithless heart" is sore 28591|From the "irreconcilable sin," 28591|Then down sinks her uphearted soul, 28591|In the fiery flood of light above, 28591|Where no one can be found 28591|To question, or to blame; 28591|But in love's sweet calm 28591|For one cannot stand in doubt or dread, 28591|All are united there 28591|In one sweet calm, in which love's self 28591|Is the single soul. 28591|Unfaith is not to be taught, 28591 ======================================== SAMPLE 11400 ======================================== 24894|A lisping breath came sweet and thin; 24894|From that white moon-beam shone a smile 24894|To tell that _there_ an Angel slept; 24894|She said, "The moon has flickered out, 24894|And I was sleeping in thy ray." 24894|"Sleep!" said the Moon, "and see it well; 24894|Not like thine own light is my ray: 24894|'Tis drawn from some divine Source, 24894|Through the Immutable Universe. 24894|"It is not from the moon, I wot, 24894|That it shines so fair a ray. 24894|That shining cloud upon the height, 24894|Is its own light as clear and bright. 24894|It is not made through other skies, 24894|To which our eyes are not adjusted; 24894|But out of that bright, sunny clime, 24894|In which the angels sing their ditty; 24894|And we in sleep, are drawn to gaze 24894|Upon that radiant cloud for hours, 24894|And dream our dreams within it; 24894|'Tis like the holy "Wake and Rave" 24894|The angels chant to wake the nations. 24894|"It is not made from other clouds, 24894|But from the golden day, and night; 24894|It is not made and fashioned so, 24894|By the soft, sweet moon, that sinks and lights it; 24894|It is not the pale, cloud-encircled star, 24894|But it is there,--its own dark sister. 24894|"And this is all true light;--it is 24894|The purer, brighter, purer ray." 24894|The gentle Moon went a-spinning 24894|Her soft, white, spandex cocoon; 24894|And all the bright stars looked at her: 24894|The stars looked down on _her_! 24894|And she looked down on them all, 24894|As softly as a spinning top; 24894|And every one, before they knew, 24894|Made very sure, said "Coo!" 24894|For the stars knew _her_ eyes were blue, 24894|And every one, "Coo!" said, "Coo!" 24894|Till the blue was o'er, and red, 24894|And they all knew 'twas the "Coo!" that sang. 24894|For the stars knew _her_ eyes were blue, 24894|And every one, "Coo!" said, "Coo!" 24894|Till the stars knew _her_ feet were blue, 24894|And every one said "Coo!" said, "Coo!" 24894|Till the red, and blue, and green, 24894|And every one knew 'twas the Coo. 24894|"The Sun, the Sun! the Sun, the Sun!" 24894|It sounds like a tune I'd like to hear; 24894|But I'll let the tune go down in my ear: 24894|There's not a cloud or shining speck 24894|That shines not a star of, 24894|On this green earth, since first it was seen, 24894|Or anywhere; 24894|And not a leaf or blossom that springs 24894|From a stem of the rose; 24894|And not a flower that blows 24894|As the wind blows, or the dew does the grass: 24894|There's not a nook within this wood, 24894|Though deep you dig, 24894|But will find in it a way to live, 24894|And a way to blow. 24894|The wind blows fair and free: 24894|The dew it's wet. 24894|The dew it's green and soft. 24894|Let rest and shade be 24894|The means to a sun's rise. 24894|There's no need of any care 24894|In life, or right; 24894|In all things the way is hid, ======================================== SAMPLE 11410 ======================================== 18007|The sky! the sky! 18007|How the stars are coming out! 18007|And out through the window there, 18007|And over the hill, and 18007|Where do you think they are all? 18007|In the sky! 18007|In the sky! the sky! 18007|But I never saw a flower in the wild, 18007|Where the sunlight shines and never touches its stem; 18007|And no place for a baby, that's in the sky, 18007|In the sky! 18007|The sky! the sky! 18007|With what wild terror my heart makes me wake 18007|At the cry of a baby--and I wail! 18007|For what shall be done with such a cry of pain! 18007|The leaves, the wind, the rain, the sky! 18007|And I fly, I fade and I die! 18007|And oh, 'twas cruel, and I am wise! 18007|But baby, if thou wilt have a place 18007|Where no one may cry on thee, 18007|A gentle place with a gentle God, 18007|I would be a baby there. 18007|When the great trees of spring, 18007|Blowing round their blossoms sweet, 18007|And all the woods and hills 18007|Breathed with showers of starlight there, 18007|And the wild breeze brought down its fire, 18007|A voice from the wood-top cried. 18007|'Twixt east and west, and south and north, 18007|From the river and the hill, 18007|It came in the voice of a bird 18007|As it sang from the apple-tree. 18007|'Twas the voice of one who loved, 18007|And the song of a love as wild 18007|As the life he was bound to save 18007|The song of it filled his soul; 18007|For no voice would reach that bird 18007|But the bird that loved him best. 18007|A-list, away! and the voice 18007|Of a woman came sweet and shrill 18007|As she stood on the river bank, 18007|And the river in song arose. 18007|And the voice of the woman sang, 18007|As she sang from the apple tree, 18007|And down through the pines she went, 18007|And the voice of her song was shrill; 18007|And the man who loved her said, 18007|As a shadow by him lay, 18007|"Sweet child, thy mother must 18007|Have a heart so soft and true 18007|All that we seek and all that we find 18007|Are the fruits we gather and strew 18007|Upon these cheeks and rejoice 18007|Of the leaves we have sown beneath 18007|The wild wind's voice in the sod, 18007|But we sing the song of a bird 18007|In the wood-top's woodland way; 18007|And the voice of that song once more 18007|Came in a voice from the apple tree. 18007|Sing, O song! that I hear, 18007|O song of the apple-tree! 18007|Sing, O song of the apple-tree! 18007|Sing, O song of the apple-tree! 18007|Sing, O song of the apple-tree! 18007|"She's a rose," the rose says; 18007|"She's a red rose," replies the rose. 18007|"What," I am thinking, "is she, 18007|The child of his passion, 18007|Whom he loved with such passion? 18007|Or is she of some friend to him, 18007|Who loved with such passion?" 18007|"O, no," it replied, "she's the child 18007|Of his passion; his passion!" 18007|"A rose? An apple? A rose-tree?" 18007|Said the apple to the tree; 18007|"An apple?--What are you? 18007|Did you love him with passion?" 18007|Said the apple to the tree; 18007|"'Twould make a garden 18007|Of a summer day like this, 18007|Could you walk it all alone?" 18007|I thought of the garden 18007|Where love makes all its ======================================== SAMPLE 11420 ======================================== 1852|But to-day my friend 1852|Is now quite out of reach; 1852|And now, the time is over 1852|When such an exile could expect 1852|Rest in a friend's arms. Yet then, 1852|Perhaps, when we to-morrow meet, 1852|Your gentle spirit, which I hold 1852|So dear, will atone a space 1852|And I can be contented then. Ah, none the less, at last, 1852|But why? Why to-night? 1852|My friends have seen, 1852|And as, at a feast, by my side, 1852|I sit, a little while alone, 1852|They look at me with pitying eyes, 1852|And I must give them leave 1852|In peace to say, 1852|"This heart belongs to you, my friend." 1852|I could forgive, at this moment, 1852|And, I think, most at this afternoon, 1852|For all it can say: 1852|That this, no doubt, 1852|Is not our mortal, mortal still. 1852|To say, in truth, 1852|That all 1852|Is mine which I could give? 1852|Yet I must own 1852|That, while I sit here with you here, 1852|The days of our friendship pass out, 1852|As passes, now, a life. 1852|When, in this lonely place, at length, 1852|It comes, when the evening-star will be 1852|At evensong crying "Good night," 1852|To us, whom the night is not, 1852|Love will seem strange: 1852|Some strange new magic to my soul, 1852|That brings me, now, to stand here all alone. 1852|What I see, I know. 1852|For now, with slow, but sure feet, 1852|I traverse you, and all beyond; 1852|And I gaze at you, as I go, 1852|With the eyes of an exile. 1852|For to look at you 1852|Is, indeed, the thing to make me happy here. 1852|My friends, when the evening is over, 1852|They go back to their rooms: 1852|You, and I, away. 1852|My thoughts that night 1852|Will be of your absence; and they may be 1852|A little sad as we wander from you, 1852|And I have no friend but you. 1852|In all that life, 1852|Which we give in the name of truth, 1852|And in the name of friendship, 1852|Wherever the path is, whatever the road! 1852|The night is blackening, the night 1852|Shadows us from ourselves: 1852|It will darken soon: 1852|Let us rest and consider, when thus we are aged. 1852|In the night, let us sleep; 1852|In the night, we will awake! 1852|There's nothing more to say, 1852|But all our thoughts, 1852|In an hour will be with you. 1852|To-night I have seen a wild flower 1852|Flush, and red as blood, and white 1852|As the pallid cheeks of roses; 1852|In a garden, by an open door, 1852|It lay, and, blossoming, blushed, 1852|In a moonlight, I saw it there. 1852|I took it up: but where is it? Nay, 1852|And what is that, that in my hand 1852|That drops, and speaks? 1852|No, no! thou hast! 1852|That flower, with its lovely bud, 1852|I have wreathed for thee my name; 1852|The word, my friend, that shall be mine 1852|From this dream, which thou shalt make 1852|To a garment only, or a veil 1852|For mine own heart. 1852|For the veil thou wilt not think 1852|A wedding-garment, but a ring, 1852|On the hand and wrist, of a lady, 1852|Whom no heart can love. I will not think 1852|That thou hast loved me better, or more ======================================== SAMPLE 11430 ======================================== 615|Whom I saw on earth at first: but he, I wiss, 615|Wast living, and at last passed me, and I wiss 615|That ever since that day I find it so. 615|"Thither I rode on foot, and saw what nigh 615|To mine eyes seemed a strange land. A town 615|Beneath my visage seemed in shape of tree, 615|That, growing in a fair mountain-forest, grew 615|Amid a sea; its walls were iron lit, 615|And round that fortress had a hundred gates. 615|"From this I knew not whence, nor whither went 615|My footsteps, and my purpose was to say, 615|If ever I should enter that same land. 615|In the next moment I descried a star, 615|Whose light seemed to illuminate the air; 615|And, that it might not be falsely said, 615|That I had seen that star and yet not told. 615|"At the first watch when I was sent to ground, 615|To which I had no other task to do, 615|I wakened in a quiet, neat, and clear, 615|And cool, and well-kept, and airy bower, 615|Which supplied from my repose; nor would 615|That rest, wherein the old and sick were nigh, 615|Have filled me with more pleasure than to see 615|The swains the fresh, who for their wear and hall, 615|Have found repose in that small and neat bower. 615|"And here, despite of carelessness or ill 615|On my part, I slept the sleep of death, 615|And from my shoulder on the chamber lay; 615|Worthily the room supplied myself. 615|It was the daybreak of the cruel day, 615|Which with a fiery light the sky displayed. 615|And I heard cries and voices, and beheld 615|A thousand things, which I could know nought of. 615|"Here began my sudden sorrow; for of right 615|Youth in my life should guide me to this woe; 615|When I saw that, to the right I was, the light 615|Of the first watch descending smote me with a chill, 615|Which made me uprate my vest and grass. 615|In this sad place I thought to die; but the shade 615|Which of a saint, from holy realm of Spain, 615|At the same hour that I was born, I saw, 615|And with me saw, as I made slow my way, 615|And came into my own familiar sight. 615|"Then this I saw: for in the midst I thought 615|To raise upon the sun my head, that he 615|Might be my guardian, and might make as good 615|My counsel, as of a guardian's skill. 615|For as I was, behold, I knew the shade, 615|And that his head that held it in his hand 615|Was of a saint; and so might be his cloak, 615|And thus my sorrows might be all undone, 615|If he (as I believed, when I espied) 615|Would show to me, that he desired not woe: 615|" `A while, I hope, this misery go, 615|And let this pass, which has already done 615|Much damage; for, if thou wish'st to be wise, 615|Thou hast a certain hope; but, when thou'rt past 615|The bitter, it will pass away again. 615|But hear thou this, with counsel, hear that well, 615|Which I would have thee hear; so shall thy end 615|Be more profitable to thee, both nought 615|And thy good selfe, if thou thyself, in that, 615|To do no other ill than this, abide.' 615|"The words so spoken and the counsel, well 615|I, at the last, received, and did not feel, 615|But to the camp, for battle, in my need 615|Took my ill-fated way, where, far away, 615|I heard the noise of battle; and this day, 615|Or ere this mid-day, or when the sun was low, 615|(Noon in the east,) I had made for Spain. 615|"I, by the grace of Heaven, was first to sail 615|Along the Channel; for, by that way, ======================================== SAMPLE 11440 ======================================== May's first and best 24405|On the sea-shore lies, 24405|The old castle, that on the hills is 24405|Rounded off by the river, 24405|On the high hill-side. 24405|May and Juana and their new-mown-garth 24405|Ride with May, and Juana with his bairn; 24405|The old castle stands, 24405|And the high hill-side,-- 24405|The white-cliffed, the chaste, the holy place, 24405|With its low walls, and the arch of the church 24405|Crowning the place,-- 24405|The white-stone tower. 24405|Oh, let us lie down by the river; 24405|Let us sleep in my arms and her face; 24405|There's no fear in the night there, 24405|For the fear is not of danger, 24405|That comes not with the dawn, 24405|With my own little arms 24405|And hers. 24405|I've thought I saw the sun in the west, 24405|That evening star, that rose to the sky, 24405|When the long twilight of June is done, 24405|But the moon rose at noon. 24405|And the night was very dark; but the morning 24405|Hath a light, because her spirit says: 24405|"O my God, do Thou not pity my son!" 24405|O my God, do not throw me away, 24405|I've never deserved it. 24405|My heart was a child; I could not choose 24405|But let it weep and make moan; 24405|It fell at my feet, like a fawn's fall, 24405|O'ercutting my hands. 24405|The morning sun rose and the world grew fair: 24405|The night was very dark. 24405|I watched it lie, the little black child, 24405|Whispering peace, as the night grew near, 24405|Until the joy, at its uttermost, 24405|Was too lovely for a dying word. 24405|I held the babe between my arms, 24405|And my heart's blood burned in my eyes, 24405|Till it died on my sweet mouth. 24405|It had a sweet small voice, I thought, 24405|As if it breathed a prayer, a thought: 24405|"For my dear mother and I,--for both-- 24405|O Lord, be merciful to me! 24405|How can this world be so awful and dark? 24405|How can my mother be so near 24405|When I am all alone with death?" 24405|I held the child between my arms, 24405|And I watched its light drop through the air; 24405|Then, when the star was low to show, 24405|I turned to it for comfort. 24405|I heard it whisper, "Mary dear, 24405|The night is very dark; 24405|"When my beloved mother and me 24405|Meet and look with one accord, 24405|I will whisper this prayer to her:-- 24405|'O Lord, be merciful to us! 24405|Thou knowest that Thou is good.' 24405|"I shall not see her face again, 24405|She will be in the grave with weeds; 24405|But when she dies again and leaves me, 24405|One kiss upon her hand--two!" 24405|And he is dead; he lies with dust 24405|Where the suns' far shining dust 24405|Crouches under his feet ere yet the night hath driven 24405|Her wings to the sun-lit air. 24405|Her little one hand that touched his hand, 24405|Her lips that kissed his lips that kissed, 24405|His eyes that looked from out her face that looked, 24405|They are asleep on earth to stay. 24405|There was a voice that sounded low, 24405|In the old old old old old 24405|Muses of ancient days, 24405|There'd come the voice, as from the past 24405|And whisper it over again: 24405|"The world grows old and cold; 24405|The world stands still at the last,-- 24405|The world stands still at last; 24405|The world is ======================================== SAMPLE 11450 ======================================== 27336|And as these two, my friends, are married, I ask what 27336|resemblance of them will not stand a touch and see. 27336|Well, you don't know anything about that. 27336|When the men do go, as you see, to the end of life, 27336|Can not go there. Then what do they do with it? 27336|What is done with it? The women write books and 27336|chasten and talk and sing. 27336|The most part, of course. 27336|The women, I think, do say that men must 27336|always be taught to be men. 27336|The women's place in life is to be maids to other women, 27336|and then wives to their husbands. And when they think of 27336|their own children, their husband's little ones, what do they 27336|do? They write books or lecture, they talk to their dear 27336|asses on the street. 27336|They do it, and they deserve it. 27336|What did you say, O Doctor! I know you are a great doctor 27336|and a great man. But I must go. 27336|Let us see. Why--when a lady and a man were married, 27336|They went from the world where they had their abodes to the world 27336|where they had nothing to give but their love, to the world 27336|where they had all things. 27336|That is no love, Doctor. 27336|Let us see--what do you call it, Doctor--I must not make a 27336|mistake here. A wife, if you please, is a thing, and that 27336|is a strong thing and a mighty thing. 27336|There is a little girl, I know, 27336|Who is like me, and who has one too. 27336|You must give her to me, and when you give her to me, 27336|The poor girl becomes a woman. And she becomes a woman 27336|Not all of her is beauty, of course, as we all say; it is 27336|spirituality and love and virtue. It is a thing of 27336|noble and dignity. 27336|Then the man must have love for him, 27336|And no passion. 27336|The woman needs her husband; and the man must have 27336|gifts to his girl. 27336|The man must have an art for her, and the woman 27336|needeth her beauty, and her faith in him must find 27336|purpose. She needs, too, a lover whom she can 27336|marry, if she be able to marry and afford to marry. 27336|And the man needs companions with whom to walk or 27336|ride,--a companion who is friend and companion. 27336|The woman will find a heart in her at her own 27336|will. 27336|What is it that the girls want? 27336|They want not more beauty than is just enough for what 27336|they cannot have, they want more tenderness than is just 27336|enough for what is soon, they want other gifts than 27336|enough for what is late. 27336|And the man gets no one companion but himself. 27336|She does not want them. 27336|Well, I have no companion who is as much her friend as 27336|I have her. 27336|So I must go. I will leave her with the others,--there is 27336|nought for her but to go. 27336|Well, you know what that makes me, Doctor. 27336|For I have known you; and I do not envy you the 27336|handshake. 27336|Oh, you come like the rain of the year, with the magic hand 27336|of the season, and the air is warm and the sunlight 27336|glitters bright. And I ask of you--and I know what you 27336|suffer--that you will not forget my name in a little 27336|nook within the woods, or remember how it came by you 27336|and me in your gardens. 27336|You will not miss me? 27336|Nay, I shall not remember you. 27336|I was with you two, from the end of the hand of the season 27336|into the end of the year, in the great ======================================== SAMPLE 11460 ======================================== 12116|And let it lie in your bosom, and be glad: 12116|Be glad because your heart may grow more glad, 12116|And your life may make a better song. 12116|He was no child of earth, 12116|And when he said his prayers, 12116|No children his eyes did see. 12116|He was a man who said, 12116|"I take up the cross, 12116|And I go up to heaven." 12116|He was the man of God, 12116|And was not sad or weary, 12116|And yet all human fear. 12116|He went to his eternal rest, 12116|And he said to death, 12116|"I am a worse than dead." 12116|He had a heart of gold, 12116|In which the light 12116|And splendour of life ran through. 12116|It is the song of his heart, 12116|That I had heard, 12116|And though I have not been 12116|Beneath his hand to be 12116|A vessel of sound or sight. 12116|He was a man of peace, 12116|But I do not say 12116|He was the man of sin; 12116|He knew what he was about 12116|And yet he said, 12116|"I am a kind of peace; 12116|O Lord, give me thy peace!" 12116|I saw him in the room; 12116|The walls they were all dark, 12116|And he sat with folded hands, 12116|And I can remember well 12116|The shadows of the floor, 12116|The shadows of the bed, 12116|A buzzing sound arose, 12116|"How is all, my dear?" said he. 12116|It was the mother with her babe, 12116|And the father with his lover. 12116|It grieved him sore to hear 12116|The murmur of the crowd. 12116|He shook upon his mat, 12116|And turned his bright face away 12116|To the far window-pane. 12116|And there he saw a cloud 12116|That passed him on the dark street; 12116|And it seemed as he did pass 12116|Some one standing in the rain 12116|With her little child at her feet. 12116|"Oh, how beautiful thou art," 12116|She said, "with thy scarlet dress, 12116|And the flower-like eyes beneath, 12116|That look so very near. 12116|"How I love thee! How I love thee! 12116|The breeze that stirs thy hair, 12116|The birds that twitter on the wing, 12116|The words that strike thy soul, 12116|Are words to me of magic 12116|That have come from on high." 12116|"I love the stars, I love the moon, 12116|The dew that falls at eve, 12116|I love to lie upon my bed 12116|And see the shadows fall. 12116|"The breeze that strikes my tresses brown, 12116|The stars that dance on high, 12116|I love to roam by wood and dale, 12116|And feel the breath of morn. 12116|"I love the evening homing bird, 12116|The stars that twinkle light, 12116|And the glow on their little faces 12116|Like a sunlit dream." 12116|The hound-light in her eyes 12116|Was dancing madly there, 12116|And the blood came beating madly there 12116|From her cheek's red scarlet fell, 12116|She felt the pulses of her heart 12116|As they beat, beat, beat, 12116|They heard her voice as she ran, 12116|They followed after fast, 12116|And now they catch her gurgling breath, 12116|And now her eyes are open wide 12116|And her soul is a-cold! 12116|She comes, the woman that I loved, 12116|But with wings of darkness she 12116|Is flying up to meet me-- 12116|Oh would that I could stay flying. 12116|Oh! would that I could stay flying! 12116|When you come, dear, you'll find 12116|A wind that blows in the North ======================================== SAMPLE 11470 ======================================== 22229|And all the winds come to him; 22229|But I have heard the lark sing of a bird that I loved when a boy. 22229|When a boy on the green 22229|The spring went by, 22229|As a child on life's way 22229|It waited for me. 22229|It took the joy of young years, and the grief of old, 22229|It laughed at the death of an heir and the wreck of a spouse. 22229|But I have heard the lark sing of a bird that I loved when a boy. 22229|When a boy on life's way 22229|Was the year's end, 22229|That bird came to sing for his sake of a bird that I loved, 22229|And it made the rose-bush hang, 22229|And the dew drop fall, 22229|Of a life we loved while the years went as the years went. 22229|To-day, I have heard the lark sing of a bird that I loved when a boy, 22229|Till thou art gone I cannot look on thee any more; 22229|How, if thy presence waked no memory in me? 22229|When thou wert gone I had no grief to know; 22229|And thou wert gone in light of the hope in my heart; 22229|There was no hope, if I did but turn my sight from that bliss, 22229|For the hope of my soul is the hope of my head. 22229|He was a poet for me whose verse could cheer; 22229|And when he was gone, what did it matter though I was sad? 22229|Though he was gone, there was in my heart no pain; 22229|And when he was gone 'twas that I loved best, 22229|So, let us hope that there is nought that he will not sing 22229|To make out life worth while, when 'tis all but a tale 22229|Of a life so short he thought it was, 22229|A life like a fleeting fancy--a dream of a bird. 22229|The last year of the War-Doneley 22229|In autumn loveliest bloom'd the earth 22229|In the last summer when the sun 22229|Had his last smile to show to man. 22229|Then in her loveliest hour of pride, 22229|As round the sunny-hued horizon 22229|His last beams rose in glinting shower, 22229|And the dark night, the dark night descended 22229|On the mountain, the mountain's heart 22229|Stood up to thank the God of her birth 22229|That he would shelter her at this. 22229|It was in the darkest gloom of night 22229|The night of June-Gift-Wakes, 22229|For, as the clouds spread out, a sudden voice 22229|Rose in the darkening sky, 22229|And cried unto the gathered morn 22229|In the first glow of summer lights: 22229|"O Father of Light! I ask no more! 22229|Though I must sleep on earth as I have lived 22229|And loved the pure and sweet 22229|A thousand sweet and holy days, 22229|Yet have I loved thee more, have loved thee more, 22229|Than ever yet had loved before. 22229|"There was a moment ere I left 22229|My native mountain-dale; 22229|'Twas that farewell, when from the West away 22229|I saw the sea of light, 22229|And to the place where I had grown up--where I 22229|Was now come heart-sick--travelled through. 22229|"Oh, sweet was life in that sweet old land 22229|With its dear old ways! 22229|But the heart will turn back to old home, 22229|Its fair sweet hills and glades, 22229|And the eyes will seek to rest on the stars 22229|That were so fond-favor'd long. 22229|"The day is short, 'tis true; 22229|But the heart is heavy with grief 22229|For the dear one whom it seeks; 22229|For the soul, of all things, cannot look on 22229|The loved and loved in vain." 22229|Now, in a quiet, dreamy way, 22229|Like a bird, or a dream in sleep ======================================== SAMPLE 11480 ======================================== 5186|Comes the frost to meet the fire." 5186|Ilmarinen, much disheartened, 5186|Turns to ripe and thirsting food 5186|Searches in his boat of copper; 5186|Only finds a bitter savor, 5186|Very like the savor of fermentation; 5186|In the boat of lead he drinks it, 5186|In the copper-heads sinks and disappears. 5186|Long the fish-hunter pondered 5186|As upon his hunting went he, 5186|Saw his home-fire burn eternally. 5186|Ilmarinen, skilful fisherman, 5186|Steers a snow-track along the bottom 5186|Of the lake, beyond the heath-land, 5186|Where the lake-pools are unbosoming. 5186|Now he gains the border of it, 5186|Where before the pond he entered; 5186|Seeks the home of ancient Wainamoinen, 5186|These the words that Ahti whispers 5186|To his ancient brooding bird: 5186|"May the sun shine on thy dwelling, 5186|But the moon will never shine on thee; 5186|Seeks again thy dwelling-place, 5186|But a stranger now appears to thee; 5186|Seeks a third Time-tomb to visit, 5186|Finds the ancient Wainamoinen, 5186|Homeward he goes o'er deserted lands." 5186|As the bird thus sings his story, 5186|Homeward the bird returns enfeebled, 5186|Tells the ancient bard his future, 5186|Thus he speaks to sad Ahti: 5186|"Long have I been dreaming, friend Ahti, 5186|In the regions of the home-sick; 5186|Since I was a little one-eyed chomiel, 5186|Since I was happy, happy boy- 5186|"Fare thee well, O Wainamoinen, 5186|Wainamoinen, the magician, 5186|Weep thou no more for singing, 5186|Let not sorrow thee, O maiden, 5186|Moisten at once thy hair-tuil. 5186|If thy hair thou pluck not early, 5186|Later shall Fazricankyo's daughters 5186|Gnaw it from off thy shoulders, 5186|Shall not give it, never shall Fazricanko 5186|Give it to thee ungathered!" 5186|Words are birds without pity, 5186|Thus the wise old man replies: 5186|"I shall win a better husband, 5186|Win a better son-in-law, 5186|Never let it be said that I helped 5186|Early to choose a husband, 5186|Never gave my life to him, 5186|Never gave my life to him!" 5186|"When thou wert seventeen summers 5186|I a husband chose without guile, 5186|Favorite of my people is he, 5186|Choice of my people is he, 5186|Thus I claim my people's favors 5186|In thy marriage to be blest; 5186|Give to me, thou best of married men, 5186|Give to me a husband true, 5186|Which will serve my people well- 5186|In thy marriage rites to glory, 5186|On thy wedding-night do not rustle, 5186|Leave my son-in-law in drearin'. 5186|I shall serve thee on the long funeral-tray, 5186|Wife and mother fare to Pohyola! 5186|This the answer of the ancestral 5186|Dwelling-point: 'Thou wilt love little I, 5186|Thou wilt love me well for many years, 5186|However much thou hast erred, 5186|Whether erred by false or trusty.' 5186|"When the time has reached to me back- 5186|Worthy I shall be for bride-price, 5186|Well receive me in my dwelling- 5186|In thy home-birth-parlor then, 5186|Then relate the cause of this affront; 5186|Thou wilt see that I'm not wronged; 5186|For the door-key, well fashioned like a sword, ======================================== SAMPLE 11490 ======================================== 13650|Wine was not always a word for cowards, 13650|But was often used by birds of song, 13650|For they flew on the wing of song and found 13650|Such sweetness, that no man came to harm 13650|In eating of the sweetest plum of song: 13650|And this sweet thing was ripe and delicious. 13650|So 'twas for many and many a day 13650|A song was sung and a wine was spilt 13650|To please this delicate and greedy beast. 13650|Cows of all kinds lived in this cave 13650|Where the wind blew down from the white North Pole. 13650|These were called the North-winds by the rest, 13650|And sometimes they would rain it from the sky, 13650|And now and then would plunge in ice 13650|To steal their swags and do their work hard: 13650|But soon they turned and flew back again, 13650|Or got it into a good deep glass, 13650|To drain again--to drain and drink 13650|Till they had drunk the slush again. 13650|There was also another secret recess, 13650|Which the old dame named the South-wind, 13650|When the wind went round and round about, 13650|To find out what sort of music was best. 13650|The South-wind found that 'twas all too sour for tune, 13650|So there it stayed, unseen, but big and brown, 13650|And the little birds all fled and the ice fell down. 13650|And the frosted ceiling was not more chill 13650|Than the walls of the cave and the floor of the floor; 13650|And the frosted ceiling was not more chill, 13650|And the very floor of the cave had a chill, 13650|But the North-wind kept on blowing from the south, 13650|And the little fowls flew in, and they flew well, 13650|And they flew in, always well in a flock; 13650|And they all flew in groups from the South beyond, 13650|And the fowls were in a flock, and they flew well. 13650|They seemed all at home and they all flew in groups 13650|Till they reached the great central cave, 13650|And there the winter was over; 13650|And the long winter was over. 13650|There the winter was put away; 13650|And the fowls flew in, and they flew well in a flock; 13650|And the fox looked out of his window at the stars, 13650|And heard the night birds twittering alway, 13650|In the round of the summer weather. 13650|And the North-wind whispered, and sang in his glee, 13650|Where the great stars were wailing alway; 13650|Oh! he had a new, good wedding in his mind, 13650|For the wedding wreath of ice was laid upon his grave. 13650|And the old dame looked out of her window at the sky, 13650|And the brown fowls flew back to their cave again. 13650|And the spring returned with his roses to his hand, 13650|And his roses were new and his new love to meet; 13650|And their honey was sweet as the sweetest sound 13650|That the bird has sings in the summer time. 13650|But the spring was not yet, and the roses were not yet, 13650|And foxgloves were not in the blossoming ground; 13650|And winter in season was coming on apace, 13650|And the spring was not yet, and roses were not yet, 13650|And the honey-bee was not yet at his hive. 13650|And now the North-wind blows a summons out by the light, 13650|And bids men hide or climb the steep cliffs of the night; 13650|And we heard the sound of hurrying feet astride, 13650|As the great city-gates were opened wide, 13650|To welcome in the spring the fresh and the rosy sun; 13650|And the brown meadow-lawns, with honey in their van, 13650|We heard a voice calling us with a greeting gay, 13650|As the gray pine forest-tangled to the wind 13650|With the sound of chirping birds grew glad as we came: 13650 ======================================== SAMPLE 11500 ======================================== 28591|Let no grief of mind, or care, or sin, 28591|In every thing that troubles thee, 28591|Blindly approach, or blindly fear; 28591|Let not ambition use thy heart 28591|For fame or vainglory's sake; 28591|But watch, and singlenessome hours keep, 28591|The simple, loving, true, and good. 28591|For though life's past in many ways, 28591|In love and duty, here, at last; 28591|Though time destroy all that it hath, 28591|Yet, in some moment, it shall stand; 28591|And never sorrow or despond 28591|Betrays the soul's fulfilled delight. 28591|For never, as the winds and waves 28591|Blend and upfly the floating gold, 28591|No heart of man nor woman's mind, 28591|But in its longing, its desire, 28591|Its joy with life, will find repose; 28591|No grief of spirit, no unrest, 28591|No sin in life, but in its grace, 28591|A light above the ways of woe; 28591|No pride nor joy without truth, 28591|Nor joy without sincere shame; 28591|But in itself to all it knows 28591|Sweet peace, and sweet release. 28591|For to itself it must atone 28591|For all it hath erred or wrought; 28591|And that with a kind and generous mind 28591|It may again behold the light 28591|Of life, where all its hopes arise, 28591|And all its fears subside. 28591|And after death, when the long shades be 28591|But the brief span of man's short years, 28591|Then on some other world no more 28591|It will be with its Maker blessed; 28591|For in the bosom of life's storm and strife, 28591|I fear, the good of the world is gone. 28591|No, let me be silent; let my heart 28591|Still melt away in the vast ocean of love; 28591|Let it be true till Heaven be kind, 28591|And the good God, through the world, 28591|Hath found the heart most true his children 28591|And blessed their hearts with his own. 28591|In the world's eyes is only good; 28591|The good God is in every heart; 28591|And who can live but with the joy 28591|Of living with him, God and his? 28591|Let me but kneel and kneel, 28591|As here, my soul on God, 28591|Who with a happy heart 28591|Hath led me in that path 28591|The weary must tread, 28591|And the weary know the wonder of faith 28591|In the glad dawn of day. 28591|Let me but work and pray 28591|At the Lord's of all our will; 28591|Let me work and strive as there is here 28591|On his glory set. 28591|My work and my prayer, 28591|My strength and my power, 28591|Are one with his great heart 28591|Of all our good side. 28591|I shall not be long in returning, 28591|When the earth to my knee shall bend; 28591|And this is the burden, I declare: 28591|The joy thou hast lived is thy own. 28591|Lord, help me in this earnest earnest 28591|To give my love in that way 28591|To one who must need it the most; 28591|For I am a poor beggar. 28591|For what should my want be 28591|That he should take my heart 28591|And give it a larger part? 28591|I need it at this hour: 28591|To him who gave it to me, 28591|I give it with a voice-- 28591|He is the Lord of life. 28591|God, my God! I am so glad I come, 28591|I feel as I came here to feel, 28591|My feet in the path of his way 28591|Have crossed and I am with him there. 28591|For he will bear me to the end 28591|And I can do what I am bent on; 28591|And in him have all the joy, 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 11510 ======================================== 1365|The king. 1365|That I will tell in the castle, 1365|That thou will speak with one and all 1365|Thou dost not want all these maidens, 1365|That I have given them gold to woo. 1365|Let the king speak with no one; 1365|I speak with all and each of them 1365|And thou shalt win a fair lady, 1365|If I but give thee her hand to slip in. 1365|To make a woman and win her 1365|I have made many and many maidens, 1365|But none of them ever will tempt me. 1365|If I must give thee her hand to slip in, 1365|I give it unto thee wholly. 1365|The king. That thou wilt tell in the castle, 1365|That thou will speak with no one alone; 1365|I speak with all and each of them, 1365|And they are bold and unappeased. 1365|If they were made for one, they have made thee one, 1365|And thou, my own daughter, wilt be my daughter. 1365|She stands up on her head with the silver of silver; 1365|In her hands she holds a staff; 1365|With the staff is bound a diamond ring; 1365|She shall sing,--I know not what. 1365|The king. Ah, wilt thou not sing to me? 1365|I have made many maidens, and none 1365|Will wed thee as I wed thee, 1365|And I am queen and a goodly queen 1365|Thou shalt be all that thou shalt be, 1365|Thou shalt say in thy song, 1365|That I am greater than all, 1365|Than allers, than gods, than men. 1365|The queen. Ah, wilt thou not sing to me? 1365|I know but one maidens, and that is thine, 1365|It is not so as thou besoughtst me, 1365|But the gods look down on no one but thou. 1365|And I am queen and a gracious queen, 1365|Thou shalt be the handmaid of thy lord, 1365|Thou shalt do his bidding, 1365|And thine heart shall never turn aside 1365|From the work thou shalt do. 1365|So the king. I will come soon. 1365|Now that we have begun our song, 1365|Let us sing more quickly, 1365|For the sun hath little power over night, 1365|But his song shall be loud, 1365|And his voice shall be thy delight, 1365|Thou shalt find the way of sound. 1365|The queen. I shall be the Queen. 1365|In my place shalt be a woman, 1365|Of face so gracious and of eyes so bright: 1365|I shall be the Queen. 1365|She sings,--I know not whence I come, 1365|But I come singing here again and singing 1365|Upon the shore of some great stream, and singing 1365|Amid the din of voices that I used to hear; 1365|These are no more of them. 1365|Queen, thou art now like a king! 1365|And the wayfarer sings with a clear voice, 1365|As he goes singing out of the city; 1365|Thou art not like a king. 1365|She sings,--I know not whence I come; 1365|But I come singing here as from a far land 1365|And I know not why I come or where I go; 1365|I look for my beloved only, and I sing, 1365|I know not why I sing or wherefore I sing 1365|All I have right over the world. 1365|Thou art like a goodly king. 1365|King, my song hath told thee all the truth, 1365|That thou art my beloved, my lover, and my friend; 1365|Thou art not like a king. 1365|I was the one who made thee, yea, and I made thee 1365|The one whom I love,--one that was a priest of my tribe,-- 1365|And I gave unto thee my hand, but thou didst take 1365|The one whose fair face was like a lily's bloom ======================================== SAMPLE 11520 ======================================== 13118|To the great music of the world, 13118|To the great music, and to me. 13118|One little leaf, in one brief hour, 13118|Suckled its way to life to God 13118|Who made the world and me as we are, 13118|Birds of a feather, to soar so high. 13118|You and I to the past are flung. 13118|Only one leaf has still its flight,-- 13118|I hold you fast, and you will break. 13118|I know of no man on this earth 13118|To whom more glory is given 13118|Than little boy or girl, who can 13118|Say these words,--These words that speed 13118|Through the world: "I love, I love, till the end!" 13118|When we can reach the goal of love. 13118|What is the word? Is it a dream? 13118|Only when life is over, 13118|Dreams arise that fade with the sun. 13118|For I know that the end is near. 13118|Songs fly out in one breathless sigh; 13118|We will not stay the sad beat 13118|Of all-too-many-times-too-long hymns 13118|That fill the world with a vain sound, 13118|That cannot echo the soul again 13118|For it sings and longs, too long; and, with 13118|Its song, it sings for eternity. 13118|Let us not dream in our dreaming. 13118|Let us work for the soul which we are; 13118|And find it where we are seeking it. 13118|Let us not seek to recall the past 13118|When the present offers itself. 13118|Let us leave our childhood, our joys, our fears; 13118|And go on for ever on our way, 13118|And through the generations chase the dreams 13118|That live in the past and the past's forgotten. 13118|What is the word? Are its sounds dreams? 13118|Only the spirit that is waiting 13118|To hear the songs the children sing, 13118|And the light that was not long delayed. 13118|The night is not dark and stormy; 13118|But the sea is still and its waves are white. 13118|The sea will not rise because of the stars that twinkle; 13118|The sea will not sink because of the stars that move. 13118|The night is far and far away; 13118|But when it has come, then come the starry lights. 13118|I know not what I know not, 13118|Yet I know that the dawn is not far out there. 13118|There are many that love and have their way, 13118|They do not dream; but the One knows all,-- 13118|He knows whose ways are best and whose can't be wrong, 13118|And He has His works engraved on the sea. 13118|A dream is a word that is heard not; 13118|For a word's worth, see! 'tis a dream; 13118|A thought is a vision not seen; 13118|For a thought is worth a word even if it be dream. 13118|If at the dawn you say, "It's the dawn!" 13118|Is it the dawn? or are its steps 13118|Only the stars? or are they the sea? 13118|What is your meaning? Is it night, 13118|Or morning? or the night-cloud, or the sun? 13118|You say it is the light; and it is night 13118|If it be dawn but yet, before them all, 13118|As clear as life and boundless as the sky, 13118|They are bound in one. And when from this shore 13118|The windless stars arise, as bright and free 13118|As wind, and blow across the vasty mooney, 13118|The wind can hear them and be glad, but not 13118|The wind or windy things, only the wind 13118|That blew across the empty land. 13118|A ship sails the sea. 13118|A ship has sailed across the sea. 13118|It has not sailed without a will. 13118|The will of the sea was a word that was born 13118|Without soul and speech, and it has sailed, alone, 13118|Without ======================================== SAMPLE 11530 ======================================== 13650|And you'll not be able to stop for me; 13650|You must go back at once for that! 13650|Don't you see he's running away, 13650|He's running up the aisle to Mary! 13650|_She_ says, "What you want, I know, 13650|You dog, isn't it _hard_? 13650|You'll be as lonesome as my heart-- 13650|I'll go and fetch you an ice-cream cone!" 13650|_You_ answers, "Ah, it's pleasant-like, 13650|But, not much-like this; 13650|There are plenty of big-boned lasses-- 13650|I haven't seen half like them." 13650|But ah, there's a little person; 13650|I don't think she's so much fun, 13650|She's not twice as big or anything-- 13650|She's not twice as pretty, 13650|Yet she's _smaller_ than I am! 13650|_She's_ going to eat so much; 13650|I'll laugh with her if she's so bold; 13650|And when she's gone I'll ask her how she liked it, 13650|Why was her tongue set alight? 13650|_She_ answers, "You've no right to be, 13650|I'm a pretty girl, sir, 13650|To fall in love with, and marry! 13650|I'd rather have my bones broken!" 13650|How is it ever so soon, 13650|In all my life so strange? 13650|I seem to see a light at play, 13650|There's a voice in my soul, a song; 13650|And as in the holy name of God 13650|I sing in the chapel choir, 13650|My poor soul with thoughts too deep 13650|To say them aloud, 13650|Wakes with a beginning all doubt, 13650|And in a holy way too, 13650|I say in a song, "I'm the lark, O!" 13650|As I was going along the street, 13650|At the corner of Broadway, 13650|At the corner where the 'Squire used to meet, 13650|All the bells stopped to ring 13650|The knell of their last farewell. 13650|As I was going along the street, 13650|At the corner of Broadway, 13650|At the corner where the 'Squire used to meet, 13650|All the bells stopped to ring; 13650|But the one I singled I did not spot; 13650|It was simply turning too and so, 13650|And all the rest stood still to wait. 13650|As I was going along the street, 13650|At the corner of Broadway, 13650|At the corner where the 'Squire used to meet, 13650|All the bells stopped to hang. 13650|But the one I singled I did not see, 13650|It was simply turning too and so; 13650|They waited for me, and waited long; 13650|I entered at the corner gate. 13650|As I was going along the street, 13650|At the corner where the 'Squire used to meet, 13650|All the bells stood still to listen for me, 13650|And the one I singled I did not see, 13650|It was simply turning too and so. 13650|They waited for me at the corner gate, 13650|And all the bells in St. Marg'ret's lay dead; 13650|They waited for me at the corner gate, 13650|And all the bells at Santa Maria fell, 13650|And the last at Saint Praxed's. 13650|As I was going along the street, 13650|At the corner where the 'Squire used to meet, 13650|All the bells stood still to mourn me, 13650|And the last at Saint Praxed's died. 13650|When we met, she had scarcely settle'd 13650|That I was not quite so handsome; 13650|But with something still fragile in me, 13650|And I mind her not--it really tickled her,-- 13650|It gave her a queer look, her face to look-- 13650|She was almost afraid. 13650|I was rather shy 13650|And yet she was quite ======================================== SAMPLE 11540 ======================================== 1279|But then to think, by hauling o'er our bannet, 1279|He would take it up a yard, and strike it out, 1279|With his han' to save an hour; 1279|And for a cross-bow I wonder if he 1279|Will take the bolts, or break them, yet will not bring 1279|A bow-string, but will run it through, 1279|And with his hatchet, wound his harp and flute, 1279|Singing a gallant song. 1279|Away, away, I say, my dainty friend, 1279|Tho' thy charms the world may not withstand: 1279|If any one desire to try thy worth, 1279|At least to court my love and honest heart, 1279|Let her with arts and arms befriend my youth, 1279|For age is frail thing, and loves, though new, true. 1279|For I can love another, I can wed, I can wed, 1279|And still enjoy the joys of wedded life. 1279|Yet I will no one honours seek, nor riches crave; 1279|Nor any god, nor mortal worthies seek: 1279|In my chanel you my roses may descry, 1279|And you may share my joys, and wish me none. 1279|Then to my chamber should your love be led, 1279|And on this night your arms around me cast: 1279|There kiss away your heart's-deceavours,--you, 1279|You, and your love, and every joy beside. 1279|My thoughts I would confide, nor tongue nor pen might dare; 1279|But when that hour this truth should to the world be told, 1279|The world with wonder would deride, and say: 1279|How could a siren so enchanting prove? 1279|Yet I will no one admire, no fame pursue, 1279|But let the world, in silence, be my care, 1279|And let the proudest frown, but let my brows be bow'd, 1279|And, if my fancy can propose a thorny star, 1279|A thorny star, I will appear in that. 1279|Thro' storms and waves I will my country defend: 1279|And if in arms my hand, his strength and mine, should fail, 1279|I still will stand, and help to raise the worth, 1279|That from their native land has lately flown. 1279|Then let the sigh, for honors won, be given, 1279|Which to the brave I would my country leave; 1279|And then with smiles, and tender homage, view 1279|A nation's gratitude for a father's name! 1279|I have been glad when cold, ne'er kind, or hard, 1279|The land I sought hath left me for these woes-- 1279|'My dearest, my dearest! 1279|Thy dearest friend! my dearest hope for life!' 1279|But, by thy love, oh! let me be secure, 1279|Thy safety, in my own, is all in vain. 1279|There's many a place where man's ungentle toil 1279|Has blest his awful front with many a blaze: 1279|And, in that bright-hair'd morning of his days, 1279|Our hearts with gratitude in gratitude glow. 1279|But, though we praise thee yet, we would not lure thee 1279|From thy abode, like thee, by base affection, 1279|My truant slave, in those sad hours of woe, 1279|I must the grateful land from me withhold, 1279|To give the grateful land to thee, my dearest, 1279|To give the grateful land to thee! 1279|From the far-borne hills, 1279|Where the moor wind drives, 1279|I would I were near thee, 1279|Where the ferns and fancies 1279|Bloom in yon rill; 1279|And the rue, and violets, 1279|Scent the brier. 1279|Where the woodbine twines, 1279|And the vine its pear, 1279|I would I were near thee, 1279|Where the wild-deer haunts; 1279| ======================================== SAMPLE 11550 ======================================== 42058|And we must give them something; they must give us something 42058|To cheer us, too; and, if we fail to get something, 42058|We shall be sure the others will think we failed them, 42058|And leave us but a beggar in the lurch." 42058|"You'll be so very glad," the other cried, 42058|"When you get home and hug and kiss your mother!" 42058|It chanced upon a winter's day, 42058|The snow lay deep and dark o'erhead, 42058|And Walter was asleep in bed, 42058|When Anna came along with Rachel; 42058|And leaning down the pillow's edge, 42058|She made a face that seemed to say,-- 42058|(Would God that Walter heard her knollit!) 42058|Hey, hey, I hear ye, Margaret! 42058|Forgive me, please, I'm _you_, say? 42058|Oh, you'll understand, I pray. 42058|And now with gentle, winning way, 42058|She talked of "love" and "kindred taste," 42058|And then went deep into her work, 42058|And told the tale of how she got it; 42058|And how she tried to work--and pray; 42058|And tried, but could not. In despair-- 42058|(It seemed to be her very life). 42058|And how she helped the wounded, worn-out 42058|ones at night to come without sound. 42058|And, "Oh, how the world has changed since she 42058|Ranged it through trenches and by lines!" 42058|And then she told the story she'd had 42058|With its remonstrance, "Of a man," 42058|(Though yet her eyes were wild with wrath). 42058|And how the great war-gods had mocked her 42058|If that was true,--"And I am he!" 42058|To which a smile--and then all pale, 42058|Like lilies still before dawn. 42058|Walter laughed, and as he laughed a tear 42058|Fell on his eyelids till they began to spring. 42058|Then I saw my friend, as all did see 42058|That moment, gazing on his prize, 42058|Take up the pin, and look at the pin again, 42058|And say, "It is an old-time story, 42058|The kind I've heard often in my day, 42058|Of how, through a merriest forest brake, 42058|They sowed the seed of liberty, 42058|And that a God-majorable lord 42058|Came riding down upon the back of the Liberty-tire 42058|And that a mighty sword was in his hand 42058|And a great God looked out, and His eyes were blind, 42058|And that he saw these seeds of liberty sprout, 42058|And said unto His people, sit ye still, 42058|For it is not right that a wicked man should lead 42058|Your steps through all your long approaching Death, 42058|And that a heart that beats contrary 42058|Should fail unshaken to protect your life, 42058|Oh, then the God-like master, glorified, 42058|Saw that his seed was saved indeed, 42058|And, for the last time looking on the pin, 42058|"I will not slay the King!" said he. 42058|And that His mercy would be shown Thee, Lord, 42058|Thou only hast the right to be"-- 42058|And Thee, Lord of all, hast given me, 42058|And all Thy mercy, O 42058|Oh, let my trembling lips no longer speak, 42058|But let me speak! my voice is weak, 42058|And as I go 42058|I think I seem to cry aloud 42058|For the glad hour's joy. 42058|But in my speech I find no speech, 42058|For in my heart is silence all. 42058|O Thou that all-com'sioned art! 42058|Behold, my love, how thou art failing!-- 42058|The hope of all is failing now! 42058|"O that the King, ere yet our sun 42058|Is buried in the western sea! 42058|O ======================================== SAMPLE 11560 ======================================== 19385|I saw him with a burthen, and went, 19385|My friend! to him. 19385|I saw him to the bower, where he 19385|Was sitting with the merry May, 19385|With whom he loved to play, 19385|That is his life, a wildering dream. 19385|He sat as dully then, as gaun 19385|As the mirth that clomb the greenwood tree, 19385|As when a brother, on the green, 19385|Makes a brother visit. 19385|She sang with a dulcimient tone, 19385|At eu'er, and a dulcet flavour, 19385|When the bird from the greenwood came-- 19385|What time he was born; 19385|And that, by his brethren, was mine, 19385|Mirthful and happy. 19385|But the bird which that dulcet strain 19385|With a voice so merry, and gay, 19385|Was the lovely green lark, Loyola, 19385|From the sea who sings so well, 19385|With a dulcet voice in spring and summer, 19385|In spring and summer. 19385|The wild rose heard, in wildest glee, 19385|The voice of the fay from the tree,-- 19385|How sweet in its innocence, 19385|The voice of the lark, Loyola, 19385|From the tree, in a tree's-leaf dale, 19385|That was glad in its innocence! 19385|And in the soft light it shone 19385|On the youthful maiden of love, 19385|Which seemed to gaze on the face 19385|She was looking at so fond, 19385|I could not restrain a smile. 19385|'Tis a habit so common, 19385|'Tis so natural in life, 19385|But I never was happy until now, 19385|In this day of ours, 19385|As I listened, and listened, and listened, 19385|All in vain for the bird on the tree, 19385|With a fiddle's voice in its ear, 19385|That was merry in summer of yore-- 19385|But, alas! for the maiden of love. 19385|'Tis a habit rare, and of no account, 19385|In the sunny weather, 19385|When the wild roses can yield a scent 19385|Of their heavenly perfume; 19385|And the fay, with a radiant eye, 19385|Looked into mine, as if to a shrine, 19385|And we gazed into her eyes as the holy 19385|And her gentle sighs went up and up 19385|And she answered them in a tone of thanks 19385|For the honor I held in her heart; 19385|And then gently and gently she laid her hand 19385|On mine--and I gazed into her eyes, 19385|As she went to her couch to repose-- 19385|And the last time I look'd into her eyes 19385|Was the last time I looked into hers. 19385|We have travell'd through many a changing scene, 19385|But never have yet meet with a face 19385|More fair--more true to the sentiment 19385|Of our old acquaintance at Canawac. 19385|There we have smile'd at the same birch-trees, 19385|And watch'd by the same clear spaces near the shore, 19385|Till the waves in their fury rose high, 19385|And the bird upon the tree sang a hollow song; 19385|Where at each distant cove we have camp'd, 19385|Our brows have been covered with the same dark fur; 19385|Where our horses have mended their hoofs' out, 19385|And in their stead a bright coat's fitted on, 19385|On the ground hath been graffed each same feather. 19385|But we've never been happier than then, 19385|For the woods are still, and the water's still, 19385|And the clouds have gone with the winds' black rout, 19385|And no new forms have been to our spirits wrought. 19385|But now we are in the woods again, 19385|And are listening, and watching, and listening, 19385|As in days when we ======================================== SAMPLE 11570 ======================================== 3295|From whence and why? The priest, 3295|Who was a man of noble and great name? 3295|Who was the knight's friend, who was the knight's foe? 3295|This man, who is by all names great, 3295|This man of the high brows-- 3295|It may be he knows but that few men know, 3295|Of one thing or ten. 3295|I hear that he is now a beggar's son, 3295|A petty thief, an outcast out of life. 3295|It is true that his master came to him 3295|And brought a treasure so great he could not hold, 3295|That he had to beg the knight to take it. 3295|But this man had a heart of iron, 3295|And this beggar had no heart at all. 3295|He sought the knight, and, on him to enthral, 3295|Gave it a generous hand and a generous heart. 3295|When his old heart was changed into a soul, 3295|And he looked on it with youth's most joyous light, 3295|There came a shadow, as of terror and of shame. 3295|For, when the knight had taken the treasure, 3295|And from it had been driven the coinage, 3295|His face grew crimson, his brow was scarred 3295|With out-lived joy and beauty. 3295|It is true that her heart had grown 3295|Resenting the world's reproach and scorn, 3295|But she could feel the change in her face. 3295|She knew the eyes of this man could no more speak. 3295|For the eyes are in the soul, and the soul, in turn, 3295|Is in the eyes, and they are in her soul, too. 3295|As one who, in the midst of her joys and tears, 3295|Forgets to weep, and lies with head reclined 3295|And weary eyes on the ground, asleep she lies, 3295|And dreams of yesterday's joys, while, round her head, 3295|Hangs the blue curtains of the night. 3295|I cannot tell you how I heard the bells of the town, 3295|And saw the church; and that is why I cry so. 3295|I heard the bells. 3295|The earth is red beneath my feet. And oh, I cry. 3295|I saw the church the day I came to bury my dead-- 3295|It was the Sabbath. I was born that day. 3295|I cried so all the way that day. And it was as if 3295|A prayer were in my throat. I have since: 3295|And you must be to understand. 3295|Oh, I should know! 3295|You would excuse my crying. But the wind may blow, 3295|And the world may change; and yet, in spite of all, 3295|My tears are tears of pity and sorrow. 3295|Why not weep when a man dies? 3295|You have not known a brother. 3295|You are a man of sorrows, 3295|And a sad lover. 3295|I thought of you, when you came home, 3295|In your great coat of gray, upon your great bare feet, 3295|With your heavy, heavy hair at your head, and your hand 3295|Laden with pearls--but all folded so that they could not 3295|Feel the cold breath I held against them. 3295|I asked you, in your piteous words, why you were there? 3295|I said we had sinned together. You said you had sent 3295|Me forth, to do your will. 3295|I said this woman was your mother. 3295|And you have seen me weep, 3295|As I sat here all day, all night, 3295|The tears of pity. 3295|Yet you were silent. You could not understand! 3295|Why did you not understand? 3295|I loved you. You were young, and young in my sight. 3295|It was as if you said, "Young is the heart that is kind; 3295|And if young, it is true!" . . . 3295|In spite of what I said to you, would you come to me 3295|And say ======================================== SAMPLE 11580 ======================================== 1419|All the little, little men, 1419|Their little faces turned upon the road, 1419|Forgetting the little, little things 1419|That in the world are not forgot. 1419|Not without the lamp at night on their shoulders, 1419|And the book to read by candlelight, 1419|Not without the lids, that always are filled to overflowing, 1419|Are all the little men. 1419|Not without the firelight, and not without its colour, 1419|Not without the candlelight, 1419|Can the little lads and the little girls all be cheerful, 1419|Are all the little men cheerful. 1419|In the morning we all get up, but we take our rest at night; 1419|We can make no noise, for we hear the wind beneath the eaves; 1419|All the lamp-flame falls upon the floor, and the darkness mingles 1419|With the candlelight. When the children all are asleep, 1419|And the lamp falls silent in the dark, 1419|Then without a word the silent night goes on. 1419|And in dreams all the little men 1419|Sing "how many apples grew in the tree," 1419|"How many wasps stayed on the nest door, 1419|Till they came for to build"? 1419|So the children sing these nursery rhymes 1419|All the children sing these nursery rhymes, 1419|And "let us count the apples," says they. 1419|And "where shall we find an apple, then," says they. 1419|When all the rhyme are finished, 1419|The little boys gather apple-bins, 1419|And count them together; 1419|While the girls and the girls' sisters go o'er the floor 1419|Counting them. 1419|The very nice old lady, 1419|Whose life is so pleasant to begin with, 1419|Lives still to be a gentleman, 1419|But the very nice old lady 1419|Lives never to be a gentleman. 1419|The very nice old lady, 1419|With a cup of tea in her hand and her head on her knee, 1419|Will never understand those children's childish mirth, 1419|Nor any of the children in the world can. 1419|So when the very nice old lady 1419|Sits in the corner with her cup of tea and her head on her knee, 1419|You see her face is like roses on a grave. 1419|She has a little dark-blue coat, and trousers without a hem, 1419|And a very white collar and cap. 1419|And you see her white hand, when the song is heard in the street, 1419|Will not go to the grocer to buy bread and butter; 1419|But she will go to an old woman in town, 1419|To call the very old woman in brown. 1419|She will never understand the very lovely things she sings; 1419|She will call the very old woman in brown. 1419|And when she's in bed, she will lie awake for eight hours straight, 1419|And when she hears the very old woman singing "how many apples grow," 1419|She will cry and cry, and never wake for even a kiss. 1419|One time her husband went up in a swing, 1419|He swung round with a great stick, 1419|And she and her little brother sat down 1419|In the shade of a branch of woodbine. 1419|He swung the end of a stick over the hill 1419|And away he swung, and the leaves flew round, 1419|And the big tree rumbled, and the world went round, 1419|And a twinkle of lights in the heavens shone, 1419|And an old man with a glassy eye 1419|Saw on the sea a ship go sailing, 1419|And he shouted from the sea of leaves, 1419|"It is time for dinner, it is time for bed. 1419|"Is it time for dinner, or is it time for bed?" 1419|"It is time for dinner, it is time for bed." 1419|"But it is time for dinner, or it is time to bed!" 1419|"It is time for dinner, it is time for bed." 1419|When I was young and idle, my mother ======================================== SAMPLE 11590 ======================================== A few of us came back. 33073|If she's a woman in a mill, 33073|"Oh!" the world says, "How strange things be! 33073|How the things that cannot be told! 33073|Aye, she's a woman, and she's here!" 33073|If she's a bird that sings in Spring, 33073|If she's a maiden in a shed, 33073|A dream that cannot be forgot, 33073|A dream on which the world has thrown 33073|A shadow, and the world will try 33073|To set a new thing in its place. 33073|If she's a maiden with a face 33073|That is almost like a bride, 33073|A little house that will not stay, 33073|A flower that's near and a lovely place, 33073|And then the world with words and praise, 33073|Says, "They've got you, and you'd like it so." 33073|She's a woman, but who's the man? 33073|But a little mouse in a flower's crevice? 33073|How shall I get him to give me his hat? 33073|What shall I say if he should look in? 33073|But now I fear I'll be too late 33073|If I stand and say, "O, how hard you've got it!" 33073|So I will sit here and to sleep." 33073|The world said, "That's no good!--Give me 33073|That little mouse who came the best." 33073|But there's other things than that, 33073|And as the clock strikes, and the moon-rise, 33073|And other things than that that be in store, 33073|To put the man to bed in the night. 33073|"That is no good," said the world that is above; 33073|"No!" said the world that is upon his bed: 33073|"A man, or a child, of no such worth, 33073|Will have a bad night." 33073|The clock strikes. We must make the answer sure. 33073|"That is no good," said the clock that is in the night. 33073|"No!" said the clock, "We're going to have a fight; 33073|We shall have a good fight; and we shall die, 33073|In the same way as you. 33073|"Give me the hat! Give me your hat!-- 33073|Give your own, for it shall answer to me, 33073|If I need it; or if not, take that." 33073|In the very same way; and a few hours later, 33073|A pretty girl, all naked, and alone, 33073|Was coming home, with all her treasures; and there 33073|On a window-seat, where she was sitting, 33073|A mouse was sitting. 33073|"Oh, where are you going, mouse, where are you?" 33073|"I'm going away from that cruel world, 33073|To make a great discovery withal, 33073|Beyond the reach of all the others there." 33073|"That's too bad," said the clock. "What can I do? 33073|It will be very very very nice 33073|I could make you forget." 33073|"Oh, you can't," said the clock. "I can, but, still, 33073|You must remember what I said, I say, 33073|I will be gone." 33073|"Now, I can't go; and so, as my servant, 33073|In your own place, 33073|Of all the things that there befall to chance, 33073|I make it sure I never do forget, 33073|Nor in any case, forget quite young 33073|And very pretty, little mouse, 33073|In the midst of all the things I've there been, 33073|The window-place, the mice, and all, 33073|The old old, old, old of things before me, 33073|And what's more, what's more, what's more than me! 33073|As a bird, a cat, a cat, 33073|A bird, and a mouse in one! 33073|"So you will see," said a little mouse, 33073|"The place where that the mouse says you shall go." 33073|And that is all, ======================================== SAMPLE 11600 ======================================== 5185|Kullerwoinen, enchanted, sang, 5185|Sang, to the clouds the kantele, 5185|To his kanttu-doubling daughter, 5185|Sang the song of Wainamoinen; 5185|Came the cloud-chariot ready, 5185|Came the silver vessel, 5185|In whose was placed the sailors, 5185|On whose hull magic sailors, 5185|Gunner-hatches in the bows, 5185|Cockettes swung within the prow; 5185|At their heads the whip-ropes hung, 5185|On their coats the plow-harness 5185|Rowed, O linden-people, 5185|Roved the double-linked mail-chain, 5185|Roved the battle-gear and weapons, 5185|Roved auld reed-beds and fur-shoes, 5185|Wore the steel-mail and helmet 5185|(Double-lacquered boots were worn). 5185|Kullerwoinen, the magician, 5185|Then began to sing again, 5185|Sang the song of good North-wind, 5185|How to make the North-wind stronger, 5185|How to sail to higher regions, 5185|How the storm-wind lowers his bridge-bridge, 5185|How his deck should be adorned, 5185|How the storm-wind should be adorned, 5185|That the North-wind may not hinder, 5185|That the North-wind may not hinder 5185|The beginning of a new day, 5185|For a better commencement. 5185|Then he sang of New-dawn, North-land, 5185|Sang of many new beginnings; 5185|At each singing, earth opened wide, 5185|Shining fainter with the words: 5185|"I have no existence existing, 5185|Can become no more than what God makes 5185|For His children's children to be living; 5185|I am but as the winds and fowls, 5185|As the waves and waters as is needful 5185|To the hundred named rivers, 5185|For the use of these and future lands." 5185|Kullerwoinen, magic-singer, 5185|Song divine of Lemminkainen, 5185|Quickly gathered wood and firewood, 5185|Charming wood and river water, 5185|Gathered fire-wood to his dwelling, 5185|Grass-rings, bolts, and birch-bark packing, 5185|Gather carefully for the smithy, 5185|Gather to heat his anvil-case. 5185|Then he sings in proper fashion, 5185|Sings the pains of lifting timber, 5185|Sings the pains of cutting logs; 5185|Not to speak is needed labor, 5185|He that does not know how to do it. 5185|Then the singer makes an end of singing, 5185|Made these measures with the anvil-hammer; 5185|And the good anvil-case is cracked, 5185|Cracked is the magic hammer of Vanio. 5185|Kullerwoinen,オリオン, 5185|Sings his journey to Pohyola, 5185|Answered then the questions of Louhi: 5185|"Do not know of me the pathways, 5185|Nor the rendezvous of my journey; 5185|Do not know my house of sitting, 5185|Or my dwelling-place in Northland; 5185|There my store of wealth is gathered, 5185|Gathered there by me in kindness. 5185|There the fated fen-lands wandering, 5185|By one path leads through the woodlands; 5185|By another leads to ocean, 5185|To the salt-sea's salt waves defied; 5185|But the ways of men are manifold, 5185|And my ways are wrong and meanest. 5185|As I came from distant regions, 5185|Into regions empty-handed, 5185|Have I now returned empty-handed, 5185|To the home-grounds of my people, 5185|To the seat of my extraction. 5185|Aino, my darling daughter, 5185|Rolling here in sunshine shining, ======================================== SAMPLE 11610 ======================================== 20586|That love to tell of. 20586|So let us kiss and make fair haste away, 20586|And never meet again. 20586|If to-morrow brings at first 20586|The sight of yonder rose, 20586|For which I long have sought, 20586|If to-morrow brings at first 20586|The sight of yonder rose, 20586|If to-morrow comes, my sweetest dear, 20586|Oh, do not tarry! 20586|But let me soon be flying 20586|Those fields, yon trees adorning, 20586|Adorning those sweet branches 20586|That reach you out their blessing 20586|And shelter you in winter. 20586|But let me soon be flying 20586|Those fields, yon wilding grass 20586|Which fill with joy your wandering feet, 20586|And green your path through heaven. 20586|For I would love to see so green 20586|Your happy feet, my sweetest dear, 20586|And sweet paths passing by. 20586|Yet let no love with them to straying, 20586|But keep the path where ever they will: 20586|For they need not be afraid 20586|Of you when you're far. 20586|If that they come at twilight, 20586|Or one star comes out on you 20586|That is the thing they should see, 20586|The thing that loves them most and sweetest; 20586|They should see sweet stars that shine 20586|Upon sweet flowers. 20586|So, if they came in darkness, 20586|Or should come in noon-day, 20586|Methinks I should be fearing 20586|For they need not fear at all 20586|For I would love to see so sweet 20586|My dancing feet come near. 20586|I wonder if she could sleep in the corner 20586|Where the sun in his glory smiles; 20586|I wonder if she could lie down to shut out the heat 20586|And cool herself with the cool shrubs' leaves; 20586|Or if she could have such a little bed as the cool spring's 20586|She might have a dear little dresser 20586|Of cool, white lilies and pansies, 20586|And tulips, all hanging on the rafters, 20586|And the dear little bed where his darling slept. 20586|I'm sorry I am--that's all-- 20586|That my dear, wise, pretty Robin 20586|Should be dead so soon, 20586|And I'm sorry I am, poor dear, 20586|That poor dear Robin should be dead! 20586|He was always right; 20586|There was no mistake in him, 20586|There was no doubt that he would tell the right thing at the right time, 20586|And put his trust in no man but me; 20586|And the more I loved him, the more I never could bear to think of 20586|I'm afraid he's dead! 20586|I'm sorry for you, Mary, 20586|You have felt that you were wrong, 20586|And the sight of poor little William 20586|Made you sick with fear. 20586|You'll think of him in silence for some time, he was of such sweet 20586|It was a great wonder that made you all so glad I fear; 20586|I'm sorry! Oh, I'm so sorry! 20586|I'm afraid he is dead and gone to his rest, 20586|So cold and cruel, and cold as cold, and dead and dead! 20586|And, if I could only know just how he really did die, 20586|Then I would pity him. 20586|If you ever had a poor dear brother, or a dear sister, or a dear 20586|mother, or any of your kind friends; 20586|If you ever had chance to sit down by them, in any kind of 20586|situation, or to see them in any such manner, 20586|If such a name 20586|Were ever to come to you, or e'er again come to you, 20586|If such a name as his ever came to you, or e'er again come 20586|to you, for the love of his sweet Mother,-- 20586|Oh! would you let it go, the poor dear Robin, the poor dear 20586 ======================================== SAMPLE 11620 ======================================== 2732|An' then I'd stand like a fool, 2732|When _I_ couldn't see my eyes, 2732|W'y, I'd _want_ to hide my head, 2732|In the kitchen, like a bird! 2732|I'd wish that I wasn't me, 2732|So I never could hear no more 2732|The kitchen cookin' air! 2732|When my eyes were shut an' closed, 2732|I'd try to think of the light, 2732|An' pray the night shut out the days 2732|In which I'd be a fool! 2732|But when I could see again 2732|Even half the things I miss, 2732|Like half the things they were, 2732|'Twould be a better fool 2732|Than never to have had! 2732|If 'twere just for _bacco_ sake, 2732|I could be quite content 2732|With nothing but _coughs_ an' _mushrooms_-- 2732|An' nothing _swallowing_ there! 2732|'Twould be a better fool 2732|Than stayin' round like a fool! 2732|If I were the pauper napped 2732|That _I_ am, you know, 2732|I'd hear 'em laughin' an' snore, 2732|And 'how do I mean? 2732|I'd laugh, but then I'd _think_, and see 2732|How they'd fare with me! 2732|When they'd see 'em laugh and grow 2732|Up to my home an' stay, 2732|An' I don't know how--but something 2732|Would go along with me! 2732|It wouldn't be much 'bout _what_ it be, 2732|'Twould be just a fool or two; 2732|And they would laugh the same as me, 2732|The same sort of thing! 2732|But 'twouldn't be right to ask you there 2732|To set it all right; 2732|No, no, they 'd have to see, you know, 2732|How you'd cope without the house! 2732|If I were you, my dear,-- 2732|(So would you be, my dear!)-- 2732|I'd do a man some good by you, 2732|An' not be me! 2732|Oh, I am tired of thinkin' 2732|What you'll come at last, 2732|An' all I can hear is "Thank You;"-- 2732|(So will you all believe?) 2732|What you'll come at last,--to me, 2732|Is as good as the word! 2732|You say you're very tired, 2732|My lad, to-night, 2732|But you are as merry as ever you can be 2732|Since you began your tale. 2732|And all the little things 2732|From you they say to me; 2732|It is so sweet, of course, to go so far afield 2732|When you have nothing else to do! 2732|When you have nothing else to do, 2732|You say, why, it makes you glad; 2732|And you find, if you should _be_ at home one day, 2732|Some day that your love will not forget. 2732|And all the little things 2732|From you they say to me; 2732|And I know that you'll play them all the three-stringed viols 2732|When you are older! 2732|When you are older, dear, 2732|In towns where men go by, 2732|And when you are very tired of the same old _thing_, 2732|The women will be kinder when you're _there_ too. 2732|When you are older, dear, 2732|When _you_ are as old as they are, 2732|The women will give you _something_, I believe, 2732|When _you_ are as young as they are! 2732|I'll only say this once:-- 2732|I hope you and I will find, 2732|When _we_ are both alone at the _last_, 2732|_I'll_ be sure to remember to ======================================== SAMPLE 11630 ======================================== 843|The woman who knew her husband's death and the pain 843|She had gone through at the hands of some cruel men; 843|For in a way she was as she had never been. 843|And yet the woman had never loved him, she said, 843|And could not ever - never, she said, love again. 843|And now, a good long while on the journey we went 843|And, as we came into the country, she told me 843|About a little farmstead that she had seen. 843|"This farmstead is nothing like the country," I said; 843|"Where I used to lie at ease and dream of you, 843|And think of you a lot, and so never to die!" 843|And after we reached the family place, 843|Her eyes went round and she looked so queer; 843|And as I said before, the way you look now 843|Is like the way women look when they are mad. 843|And then she said, "Oh! How I wish he were back! 843|And when he heard how I loved him, as you do, 843|Then perhaps he'd relent a little and go." 843|That evening, sitting by the firelight, 843|We talked of love, and we talked a bit; 843|And the poor old man grew ill again, 843|But you looked so brave and you spoke so low, 843|I could almost think you had broken your heart. 843|But you were too young, perhaps it is true, 843|You saw the dawn on the hill; 843|When I was a boy, I used to think it over straight, 843|And I saw my mother lay low with the pillows. 843|So I took me the book she said I should read, 843|And I watched the sun go by; 843|And the night came with its stars and its rain, 843|And the house was dark and the window still wet. 843|And never a sign or a sound to be seen 843|Outside the long hall door, 843|And I thought, perhaps she has found a new man, 843|Or else has the truth come back again, 843|To my old father's loving face. 843|I knew that it hadn't been long ago 843|That all the world was there; 843|I knew that there was a horse and there were four, 843|And there were six sheep at fold before the wheat. 843|But I could not make out their names; 843|So now that they have come back to haunt you, 843|I have had a bad conscience and no conscience. 843|But I am sorry you feel so sad, because 843|It meant that things had gone wrong. 843|Oh! The old days, what the change, just the same! 843|How the new life is the old; 843|It seems like the old life is all that remains, 843|And the old ways were all for me, as they were then; 843|And the old ways were all for me when I was a lad, 843|With my heart on the old ways for their own, when I 843|was a lad. 843|But now the children have all changed, the children now, 843|And they never, never know 843|The joy of the old world any more, for the children 843|have changed too. 843|Oh you are so dear, dear, dear, dear! we have lived here for 843|two happy years, 843|And the love of the old days is all that we have had, 843|And the old friends are far more fond than the old friends are. 843|And now when your voice is singing so loud I know 843|that it was for me, 843|And I am glad of the old days, and all that they gave, 843|And oh, but the dear smile of their darling child! 843|And that was the reason why you were always close to me 843|When I found that I couldn't keep away. 843|But you are gone, and the old days are all past and gone 843|And I have no mother's memory 843|Of what they were like, I mean even a child's. 843|I am ======================================== SAMPLE 11640 ======================================== 2888|I can't remember, sir, what the chap will say. 2888|But, good sir, I'll do my best to let my nose 2888|Smell as if it were full of you--an' then 2888|We'll all go on on and eat and drink. 2888|'Twas the kind of day it was, on Sabbath-day, 2888|The old church-bell rang. 2888|"Call the bell to ring it," 2888|They say, 2888|But, sir, all's hushed on this side the door. 2888|You'd thought, sir, that you'd get a very bustle 2888|In getting here, 2888|And that some sort of trouble might arise. 2888|"No, the bell has to ring," 2888|Is all I hear, 2888|But we only wait, sir, till the next bell rings. 2888|"Let's see," they say, 2888|This morning at ten, 2888|In a state of general idle anxiety, 2888|We all turned up on the Sunday morning, 2888|And left it all to Sunday. 2888|Yes, a-clucking and flitting, 2888|Cuckoo and throstle, 2888|Cricket and cricket, 2888|All were waiting for something, sir, at ten. 2888|"We will go, we will go to-night," 2888|A-singing and singing, 2888|Strolling and trudging, 2888|Bird and bird, 2888|Each one for his supper, sir, at ten. 2888|"We will come again," 2888|Cuckoo and throstle, 2888|Cricket and ball-player, sir, at ten. 2888|"For one to-morrow," 2888|A-buzzing and binging, 2888|Cricket and ball-player, sir, at ten. 2888|"We will take the hill," 2888|Cuckoo and throstle, 2888|Cricket and player, sir, at ten. 2888|"Who do you think we are?" 2888|Strolling, strutting, 2888|Cockney and bar-man, 2888|All the time, ten to the ten, at ten. 2888|You are here," said the old bell in the corner; 2888|"Your--what are you doing, you boy?" 2888|Oh, yes, 'tis the same, 2888|Old bell, 2888|Old bell, do not be afraid; 2888|A-clicking and clanging, 2888|All the boys were waiting, nine to-day, 2888|And a-piling, 2888|All the boys were hungry, nine to-day. 2888|"Oh yes, 'tis the same, 2888|Old bell, 2888|Old bell, 2888|There's your house at Nine. Take care." 2888|But I think I'll wait a bit, 2888|For the way's rather long, 2888|And the way's rather rough, 2888|(As the old clock I hear), 2888|And it's a pity they don't seem 2888|More of an excuse 2888|For going off to Nine. 2888|I'll think of it further off; 2888|And then I 'll fly; 2888|My old way's a dreadful long, 2888|And most unkind, 2888|And they don't seem very fit, 2888|But I can't help thinking, 2888|When, at Nine, 2888|One of them has to eat, 2888|My old way's a dreadful long, 2888|And most unkind, 2888|And it isn't always convenient for me. 2888|But, if you don't mind, 2888|I'll come and take the place, 2888|When, at Nine, 2888|One has to eat, 2888|And you must eat, 2888|Old way's no good to me. 2888|If nine to-morrow's your day, 2888|And you've eaten your fill, 2888|You won't think much of it much; 2888|If ten's to wait anon-- 2888|I'm afraid you 'll ======================================== SAMPLE 11650 ======================================== 15370|As he's gone 15370|Where the moon shines red, 15370|It will light that billet 15370|Where we both will be, 15370|But whether it's right or wrong 15370|I know not; I know 15370|It shall not be wasted. 15370|He may not be at home 15370|To-night, but I will 15370|Go to the church-door and wait, 15370|And see if it's he. 15370|My God! and how did it come 15370|That our dear comrade died? 15370|To think that we could not 15370|Speak of him--it seemed so soon-- 15370|And I could not sleep with him 15370|That night at all! 15370|'Twas not, indeed, that dreadful night-- 15370|We had all been well-- 15370|But the night before we parted 15370|I never dreamed he'd die. 15370|He had been drinking, and I 15370|Had been laughing--and so 15370|He might have killed me--so 15370|I'm glad he died, for now 15370|I can laugh and drink with him. 15370|"If you've never killed a man, 15370|Or have done naught but kill a man, 15370|Why then you can't despise a woman!" 15370|"I am not so desperate as you, 15370|But it would be quite easy to change my mind. 15370|I've killed one, and that's clear, I've killed another." 15370|"I was not asking you to tell me if 15370|You've killed a man? I'm not so foolish, 15370|The girl's dead--you're not a murderer?" 15370|"I've killed her, my--I kill all womankind. 15370|But I've been tempted enough, I think, to call 15370|That very much an error in an eminent 15370|Hero--and I've forgiven you." 15370|"Is there anything in the book 15370|I'd like to see on the first page 15370|Of any _real_ novel I read?" 15370|"There's a lot 15370|In the book, 15370|That I thought would go rather wrong. 15370|I'd like quietly to read thro' and thro'. 15370|"There's the _bad_ news, and the _good_, 15370|And, when I'm in the mood, 15370|I turn a page and there's the _twist_, 15370|Or the _clincher_, or the _cloak drop_, 15370|And the rest, or so I'm told." 15370|"The _three-cornered_ girls have made it a smashing thing." 15370|"I'm tired of reading about people we know nothing about." 15370|"I like to hear what the people say, but that's out." 15370|"I like, very much, 15370|The 'feud' book; 15370|For, when a lady gives out a few hints, 15370|You can follow what she's saying.-- 15370|A new lady, who may be new to love, 15370|With a new face, and a new name to her name, 15370|Will have something of a 'feud' in her eye-- 15370|But a lady like you is a dull book." 15370|"It was no use to me. 15370|One night, 15370|When she told of everything, 15370|And the things she had done, 15370|And the 'feud' thingy 15370|She'd made of her-- 15370|It was no use. 15370|"It would have made it _better_ 15370|If they'd told it to me, 15370|Or, if she _had_ known, she could have guessed 15370|That she'd be _bad_. 15370|The woman's love would have carried me 15370|Up to heaven, to God's throne." 15370|"I am not so foolish as you, 15370|Nor can I make out at all of the things that I've written." 15370|"They have been tried, and vainly endeavoured, 15370|To make up for lost time; 15370|If you are unhappy, tell me so ======================================== SAMPLE 11660 ======================================== 2620|And now our olden task is done. 2620|All's past in rest and sleep and mirth. 2620|The world is young, the world is old: 2620|Our lives, like pipes, are all but hushed; 2620|Yet if a sound at times is heard 2620|When the sun quivers in the west, 2620|And a blue sky breaks into showers, 2620|The wind in all the land is stirred, 2620|And the red barnacles, creeping on all, 2620|Grow into a clatter of bells; 2620|And then with sudden snapping sound 2620|Our own old clanging pipe is quit, 2620|And the young sun glints on dark arms, 2620|And the young sky quivers bright in skies: 2620|All's past in rest and sleep and mirth. 2620|As I lay in my chair and closed my eyes, 2620|Playing a tune on a faded memory, 2620|Two figures passed through that door I passed by. 2620|One wore a wig and face and eyes of gray, 2620|From out a land where the eyes of chimes 2620|Turned to the heart in their gold and black. 2620|The other had on armor and shield, 2620|And was as black and bald as a beech, 2620|With hair that in long braid patterns clung; 2620|'Twas a man--but 'twas no man--the beech: 2620|I saw him a moment and then thought 2620|Of one who passes as I do to-night, 2620|With his dark eyes on the past to-night, 2620|And the face of a wizard to scan. 2620|The music ceased, and the shadows crept 2620|Over the painted walls, and across 2620|The floors where the curtain-flung light 2620|Fell on the faded carpet-sheen. 2620|In the empty hall, with the shadows brown, 2620|The shadow of the figure drew near 2620|Along the wall at the far end where he sat, 2620|And watched the sunset through the pane. 2620|It caught the gleams of his armor's crease, 2620|And the grim lashing of his steel blade, 2620|And the gray hairs of a youth that smiled, 2620|And the scarred cheek of a warrior dead. 2620|Then I remembered her--the night I went 2620|Out upon the lawn with one who smiled, 2620|And watched the sunset through the pane. 2620|And her sweet face lit up the silent place, 2620|And the look of a thing undone--forgot. 2620|She turned a long, long look to the face 2620|Of her lover--I saw his gray head 2620|Slipped from her bosom as it stood the first-- 2620|And then she sank into the night again. 2620|Tender, soft, with a smile the one lip showing, 2620|And the other one panting like a living woman, 2620|With eyes like stars when they shine through the forest, 2620|I saw the sun of the east with her, 2620|A crimson face and brown arms stretched out, 2620|And her heart beating with a restless power. 2620|When you come to visit me, 2620|O do not say that I am old, 2620|But say that to my health you bring 2620|A rose of memory with your face; 2620|And a white white hand, and lips not cold, 2620|That makes its fragrance fresh to me, 2620|For I have a hand as soft as it 2620|Can cradle the memory of you. 2620|When you come to visit me, 2620|O, let not words nor frowning skies 2620|Bind our hearts nor the world's dark frowns 2620|Thwart our fond hearts, O, come to me. 2620|For I trust in one sweet light that meets 2620|And flings its tenderness to me 2620|When the dark hours are over for me, 2620|And the day's work done and done are hours 2620|As sweet-tinted as the evening rain 2620|That shines upon the roses in the grass, 2620|And lingers and sheds dew where it fell 2620|When ======================================== SAMPLE 11670 ======================================== 10602|And th'olde, whose mightes did her faire eyes vnbracio 10602|Blaze, when she the holy Sohnes hadbrouze: 10602|But in the house of th'Olde God on high 10602|All things now all of her are to thee shamed, 10602|For all thy might of scepter doth vnprofess*, 10602|And all thine armour is to her betray'd. 10602|*So much the better, as there still is shewn, 10602|Thrice glorious god, that ever goddesse*, 10602|By the new-made eies that she mighte eyde** 10602|To her full glory of all glorious pride, 10602|And of her worth in great things and small, 10602|Was stille deified in the hearts of men. 10602|"And thou, new-made eies that mighte eyde 10602|To her beautiful face! what may I shew? 10602|I see the shining of thy cheekes well 10602|Full many a fold, how much soe may I; 10602|And many a fold full many a fayre, 10602|That like a roabe shoulde draw a ray; 10602|But the soft sheen thereof hath turn'd to skie, 10602|And danc'd in vaine, which mighte you too, 10602|For the fowle-fondling is vnthrifty faine; 10602|The chylding roote is rent in two with thre; 10602|But thy bright corpes with which I woo, 10602|And thy bright eyes which more I see than they, 10602|Yet have they all gone from me forst: 10602|O that it were so that I might see, 10602|So to be blest, as now full fain is I, 10602|But that I maye not wish for all my blisses 10602|In this low flesh-world, in this vile bale; 10602|But that I maye not hope for aire of heaven, 10602|Where I must play as is the venom'd flye 10602|Fluttring my wing, that ever must be rane, 10602|For ever in this rotten fleshly thinge. 10602|"O thou, the worldlie thinge that never was, 10602|The worldlie thing that neuer will bee, 10602|The worldlie thinge that neuer shall bee; 10602|Thou worldlie man, so vile in thy selfe so, 10602|The cause that liveth in thy fowle-lusty soule; 10602|Thou worldlie man, so basely to be fleen 10602|With th'heavenly sunne, which thy selfe doth pant, 10602|That thou for worldlie things hast meanely do; 10602|O that it were so that I might see, 10602|So to be blessed, as now, as it is, 10602|As now so foule, as it were foule in here; 10602|But that I maye not wish for all my blisses 10602|In this low Flesh-world, in this venemous world, 10602|But that I maye not wish for all my blisses 10602|In this low fleshly bonnie bloodie bale. 10602|"O worldlie man, so basely to be fleen, 10602|With thy so hollow eies thow folysshe sat! 10602|Witnesse me so that I may all deceive, 10602|Tearing that is now so thick as be; 10602|That I may all false things make to thryve, 10602|With which that once was so false to me, 10602|And make true love, like a winking eye; 10602|O that it were so that I might see 10602|As now I see, as it is now seen: 10602|But that I cannot make it more to thryve 10602|Than it is, yet seeing I doe it fay; 10602|O that it were so that I might see 10602|As now it is most like to see. 10602|"O worldlie man, thou worldlie man to me! 10602|With thy so hollow eies, the worldlie man, 10602 ======================================== SAMPLE 11680 ======================================== 4331|And so you went away again. 4331|I did not understand the purpose 4331|Of the white boy at my side.... 4331|I asked him if he could teach me, 4331|But he never stirred from his place.... 4331|I asked him if he could talk, 4331|But he never raised his head.... 4331|I asked him if he knew the way, 4331|And he said he did not.... 4331|I asked him if it was real, 4331|And he said it would not hurt, 4331|And this way was the only way. 4331|But my fingers, oh my fingers, 4331|To keep from crying was vain.... 4331|You sent me to the white boy, 4331|I said to myself, will you stay? 4331|And he answered me, "Yes!" 4331|Now you're old and wiser, 4331|I'm old and poorer. 4331|Oh, I'll never do it again, 4331|Doing this to you. 4331|You know that you have hurt me 4331|So many times.... 4331|And that I never will forget 4331|I hurt you still. 4331|A black head, 4331|A red face, 4331|With teeth 4331|So beautiful 4331|You could not make.... 4331|Your eyes 4331|Are like the apples 4331|That you drop 4331|And take away... 4331|They are so white 4331|And golden... 4331|And so so beautiful 4331|They are not fair 4331|To stare at all day.... 4331|But, what is this 4331|Frowning and dark, 4331|With its great eyes? 4331|Its eyes are black, 4331|The eyes I loved the most-- 4331|I love the eyes that look 4331|The sharpest when they do. 4331|And I am scared with fear of you, 4331|As if I looked into those 4331|Who look at me. 4331|I cannot bear you to my face, 4331|You have made me afraid. 4331|My eyes are shut. 4331|Why did I grow so red? 4331|A red head 4331|Would make a bed for you.... 4331|I dare not look at you. 4331|You are not fair 4331|Or pretty, 4331|Or fair.... 4331|Why did you make me afraid? 4331|It's strange to feel your breath, 4331|Soft... like a kiss... 4331|I will not look at you. 4331|My eyes are open 4331|And could not look.... 4331|Then why do you make me afraid? 4331|When you are lying there 4331|Like a flower in the grass... 4331|I'll never look at you.... 4331|They say it's beautiful 4331|To look at two white roses 4331|Flushed right to red.... 4331|And the first one... 4331|She smiles. 4331|And the second one 4331|Shines out like a golden lamp. 4331|That is beautiful.... 4331|Like a golden lamp... 4331|And the flowers you brought me 4331|Make me sad.... 4331|Like a golden lamp. 4331|It has been said 4331|That the moon is a rose 4331|In a white white garden 4331|That loves the sun. 4331|They say its petals are brown-- 4331|So is the white flower.... 4331|And its rose is a gray bird 4331|With a gray wing. 4331|But the bird and the rose 4331|Cannot see each other 4331|Through the garden leaves.... 4331|And I think if I stared at them 4331|I should never know. 4331|Now, when the wind blows 4331|They will fade away. 4331|The wind blows, the wind blows; 4331|The blue wind blows 4331|Across the moon. 4331|The wind comes over my window, 4331|Comes over the city-- 4331|Comes with a chill gust, you know, 4331|And a chill wind. 4331|I can hear it in my ======================================== SAMPLE 11690 ======================================== 16376|I know not if the gods shall spare. 16376|But I am tired of all the good 16376|And all the woes-- 16376|The joys and sorrows, cares and toil 16376|That bring no change. 16376|I see them--they, no doubt, are men, 16376|With hopes and fears; 16376|The busy day is with the night,-- 16376|And he who is most busy has the best. 16376|But they are but shadows--but the men 16376|I've been with in the camp, they have no pride; 16376|The men in the trenches, if they have a span, 16376|Their face is turned to the sky, they have done enough, 16376|They doze out their sleep; yet, in the morn, 16376|The boys that slept there may be glad that they slept. 16376|What is there left for us to say, 16376|In the cold, hard ground of truth, 16376|Or in the world of daily things, 16376|That we have never known? 16376|Life is too long, and we too tired 16376|To go on endlessly. 16376|There is naught that can keep our hearts 16376|From fumbling at the bars; 16376|There is naught that can give us joy 16376|Without great Richard. 16376|Nay, naught; we have grown so tired 16376|With all the long ago, 16376|We are only weary with our dreams 16376|And nothing done. 16376|Enough of talk of "The Powers That Be" 16376|And of the "New Man's" plan, 16376|Enough of plans for a new world's age, 16376|And nothing done! 16376|What's that? You start, I'll tell you now 16376|That _I_ am going away! 16376|I can no more with you abide, 16376|My strength is wearied out! 16376|There's a word that has the sound of home, 16376|As the word "Harvard" means home; 16376|But it is a word of many words, 16376|Of words and sounds too vast 16376|To sound in simple sentences, 16376|Or ever needful thought require: 16376|Like the first angelic word of faith, 16376|It means "to me and to mine:" 16376|It means "I've a place in Heaven," 16376|But 'tis a word of many things 16376|That only simple hearts believe: 16376|Like the first sweet angelic word of peace, 16376|It means "here's my home:" 16376|It means the old fashioned loving hearts 16376|Might, "Let us sit with them," begin; 16376|But 'tis a word of many things 16376|That only men have thoughts to say: 16376|Like the first sweet angelic word of joy, 16376|It means "home, and old friends here"; 16376|But 'tis a word that needs no words, 16376|And may be but the symbol that "they" hear. 16376|So we must say it "they" do hear. 16376|What is this thing called Heaven? 16376|'Tis a place where good men used to dwell 16376|Far in the future, fashions new; 16376|Where the "golden stairway," once so steep, 16376|And the "dusk of eve," are in sight; 16376|Where the "dark chambers" have a view 16376|Of the gardens of the "City of the Sun."[B] 16376|And if all the "great deeds" of Christ 16376|Have an end--for _we_ know not what! 16376|Then "His rest" will be in those 16376|Tales of old-time lore--"an ending rest," 16376|Where the "old gods sleep," as in books. 16376|There's a thing in the air we hear, 16376|As of bees or murmuring birds, 16376|That will stir the heart of us 16376|To emotions we can feel; 16376|And though we know it cannot be, 16376|Our eyes will fill with tears 16376|When we behold its presence clear 16376|As the air of the old, old stories; 16376 ======================================== SAMPLE 11700 ======================================== 27441|And all his friends they gave him praise; 27441|But though he lived a life of state, 27441|I doubt if he got credit for it. 27441|He was so much a stranger then 27441|To honest men and gentlewomen-- 27441|But if there's one who'll not believe it, 27441|It's you, Lord Mayor, and all your councillors, 27441|And all the people in your town! 27441|A thousand lies your tongue will say-- 27441|Enough for one of you 27441|To live among your city swarms, 27441|And live to eat you up. 27441|It can not, cannot be-- 27441|For who would live in yours and yours's, 27441|Or ever see the town of London? 27441|If you are very good and friendly 27441|As they who live there, 27441|Don't let his boy be first, 27441|For if I have a heart for mischief 27441|I'll play with fire. 27441|With good success let me be tried; 27441|With failure, nay, my very life, 27441|Let him be last. 27441|The poor man's right with the poor man, 27441|The law's but a cloak to sin; 27441|The wise man's kingdom springs from thought, 27441|The fool he is without a kingdom. 27441|The poor must bow, the rich have aye purse; 27441|The fool hath a crown, but still he is poor; 27441|It is enough that God is God, 27441|For who is not such in good and ill. 27441|Though thy faire brows and gladsome mien 27441|With what I love and cherish still 27441|In every place I see them round, 27441|More loves me, in thy loved address, 27441|In every thing that mine affords; 27441|And when I speak, I speak in vain, 27441|Thou wilt not be denied my hand! 27441|The nightingale hath a luscious song, 27441|The nightingale is sweetest of all bird 27441|And sings it in the mildest of accents, 27441|The nightingale is ever on the wing, 27441|And sings it in the brightest of glooms, 27441|To me most dear, and most beloved. 27441|His name is Snow, him buy I good and high. 27441|I took a great fancy to him then I did, 27441|For there are other birds most worth one sigh, 27441|But he--He's worth the whole of all the rest. 27441|I took a great fancy to him when I found 27441|I had no money to spend with much content; 27441|He bought me good and high and that made all right, 27441|Tied me to a tree and I know not why I am. 27441|I had a little eagle 27441|That fed himself, and ate, and coo'd, and coo'd; 27441|I bought him first, I bought him last, 27441|For I could not abide him. 27441|He fed in Georgia woods, when I was an eagle, 27441|(And I am sure I am an eagle now) 27441|I was not then a time, bird or beast, 27441|Should coo, I say, but a man, or a man a bird; 27441|Why am I so damned sad when I was so, 27441|The sweetest bird about the field now is he, 27441|So small, so lovely, I can say him nay, 27441|The bird that used to coo as much as a goose. 27441|I took him a wife and I had a feast 27441|Of love and much content; 27441|I was a weary fool and quite afeard 27441|That I a wife should find; 27441|And that a fool as ever had been known, 27441|Was all for her, no doubt. 27441|He was the pride of all the wood and field, 27441|There was not heard a jot of a peal 27441|Of praise or a rumour of woe 27441|For him or his ruin, or of his praise. 27441|Yet not so sad was she, but neither less, 27441|In ======================================== SAMPLE 11710 ======================================== 1280|And as the airy words were spoken 1280|The voice came from the ceiling: 1280|And a great shout was sent around the house 1280|Of those who saw me in the garden. 1280|Now to-day she has come to the house, 1280|To see the work that was done to-day; 1280|And how did you bear it? 1280|I think it was much to be pitied 1280|If a little work had made me mad. 1280|And it was well to think it over, 1280|And look at the old garden and see 1280|What was done and finished here. 1280|Well, first I said to my feet I would see if 1280|The things I had seen were not so old 1280|As my old school years. 1280|And you were right, it was better to get 1280|The work done. 1280|It is the work of the years. 1280|What will you say to the old boy here, 1280|Casting a shade on the child's cradle, 1280|In keeping time to the great thunder 1280|That is rumbling all round us here, 1280|With his great little drum and drum stick, 1280|And his little drum of thunder, 1280|And drums, and things. 1280|And I am thinking now of my girl; 1280|Of the old way of life. 1280|As you were saying, the ancient way 1280|Was most perfect. And yet I can see 1280|The old way of life in it now and then. 1280|I don't think it does us much discredit 1280|To be thinking of. 1280|I think it is better to be thinking 1280|Of everything else that we have 1280|Until we will not care for the past: 1280|Of the present, and the present's fruits, 1280|And the old time. 1280|Now that the old time has come again 1280|And we have our work to do, 1280|I think the old time will never come back, 1280|Unless things have to stop. 1280|Now I go a-courting the Lord 1280|Through the rain and the hail 1280|And am looking 1280|For the signs of the time 1280|When a great man may be born. 1280|Well, but I will stop a bit! 1280|I have gone too far. 1280|I am afraid of the old way of life; 1280|It is the work of the years. 1280|When this little child who lives and breathes 1280|Will be the great man I was born 1280|Will not come with such wonderful gifts 1280|As the great men I have had the privilege, 1280|And you, of knowing the gifts I have had. 1280|Will not come with such a wonderful grace 1280|As the great men, of knowing the gifts of all. 1280|I am glad he has grown up to go 1280|Where the great men gone before 1280|Will never have the chance to see. 1280|I am glad he is a great man yet, 1280|Who is a great man yet to come. 1280|And I wish I had a big stick 1280|To crack all the stones in the house! 1280|Well, there is a big stone, in the yard, 1280|Which I am sure is the house. 1280|I can't see any stone of it in the tree, 1280|For the leaves lie all over it. 1280|And I think I'll not go in there to look. 1280|It is not there. 1280|It is not there. 1280|And so I am afraid of the old way, 1280|Of the old way, 1280|And of what the old way says to me. 1280|What will the child be-- 1280|Will he be like his father, 1280|Or like his mother, 1280|Will he be much like you, 1280|Or a little bit like neither? 1280|What is the boy to one, 1280|And what is the little lad to another, 1280|That he has no one to turn to, 1280|Even though both should lean to him? 1280|What is the boy to any one 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 11720 ======================================== 19226|As he had left her, he is gone; 19226|From a dear girl whose name was Joy; 19226|And our hearts are glad; 19226|For she shall be 19226|A strong pillar in the path she's behind, 19226|And her path is clear. 19226|To old-time meadows, when the air 19226|Was clear in sunshine, and all things young 19226|Were singing and playing in the grassy ground, 19226|She would walk there,--to the rose-bush in the field,-- 19226|To watch the birds in wonder and wistful mood; 19226|To be alone in the still autumn day, 19226|With the grass in her bosom and hiss of grass 19226|In her green hand, and the sun in a glance, 19226|And hark to the spring-time lark in her brain; 19226|And then, when the day grew long, she would roam 19226|To the old-fashioned meadows, from the springing grain, 19226|And she would sing to the laughing birds that were there. 19226|And when that lone hour was over, and she heard 19226|From the distance birds, through the still autumn air, 19226|That she was still young, and young as the year,-- 19226|Young as the child's heart,--to the young flowers there's naught 19226|Too mean, but they all sing sweet notes to her, 19226|Even to the heart of her,--till they vanish out. 19226|So, if I had but the gift of old-time song 19226|To give my Joy,--and 'twould be a blessed gift. 19226|It may not be in the way of mere words,--no, not! 19226|Yet, if you have a child, I dare to say she's got 19226|Some ancient wisdom in her young hands quite wrapped-- 19226|Some sense of the great deep's infinite plan 19226|And the great purpose of Nature; her sweet faith; 19226|Her love of life, as the child of the sire, 19226|And her awe at the work of the Creator, 19226|Who, in the making of this world, hath devised 19226|The flowers that on earth are the trees of death; 19226|And her pride in the joy that is in her eyes, 19226|And her love for the earth and all things dear 19226|Of what in earth--a mother--is not common; 19226|Her faith in the mercy of God, and her dread 19226|At the anger that might come upon man; 19226|Her trust in the power of Love and the grace 19226|Of the Father,--when, as in dreams, she's near him. 19226|Oh, if I had a gift of olden lore 19226|In my breast left by a mother--I'd hold it dear-- 19226|It would be something I ne'er shall learn to use 19226|Save in the thought of a boy's good deed, a deed 19226|Never done, however well I recall it. 19226|'Tis my hope to a child a good young man shall be; 19226|To such a one in life's night of sorrow and pain, 19226|To whom God's providence shall be evermore 19226|More and more manifest,--as he stands in awe 19226|Of God's hand, more sure of His judgments, and less 19226|Lauded with many prayers than many tost with one, 19226|And with more joy than grief to see him as he stands, 19226|Shaking his faithful and true heart to the wind; 19226|To whom he shall trust, though he hears not of the war, 19226|Though his breast is but white with the strife of his years, 19226|And one day's war shall wipe out his sins of the past, 19226|Whilst there's other men to fight, and other women; 19226|But, when God sees a child in his care grow in stature, 19226|His eyes grow dim, and his faith more sure of his truths, 19226|Then will he be sure God's God and not some other,-- 19226|While there's other men to fight and other women. 19226|And then I shall have tried to make of my youth 19226|A faith and a love of the kind that was meant ======================================== SAMPLE 11730 ======================================== 35174|To the land of darkness, whose high walls 35174|Are walls of stone, but not his own. 35174|Whence am I come. Thy mighty host 35174|Shines in the dark; but in their halls there sit, 35174|Amidst the silence, the dead bones of men, 35174|One and all; and in their silence there 35174|They mourn for names they never learn to speak. 35174|O thou of whom the world, till now, hath heard 35174|Not one the name of whose death hath made a sound; 35174|The name of little ones like me, the fame 35174|Of little ones is ever on their lips, 35174|And of their death, though silent, weeps in song. 35174|_The Poet-Prince._ How long, then, dost thou keep the name, 35174|The fame of little ones? 35174|_The Poet-Prince._ For my mother was poor then, 35174|And as poor now as now; yet not in vain, 35174|For never did I think that such renown 35174|Could have its origin in blood. 35174|_The Poet-Prince._ How many children were born to thee, 35174|Of whom thou mayest boast? 35174|_The Poet-Prince._ Eight were I by myself alone; 35174|Yet seven are three women. 35174|_The Poet-Prince._ And then they were thy nephews:--but then, 35174|I ween, my life hath ebbed away more fast 35174|Than ever now ere I was dead. I know not 35174|What fortune brought me hither, or what trouble 35174|Fell o'er my head but one month ago. 35174|_The Poet-Prince._ By night thou pratest; in the noon 35174|Thy wailings spread like wind through the forest wide, 35174|Like a wide wind o'er the sea. Now sleep hath come 35174|On thy poor eyelids,--and thou wilt not stir. 35174|_The Poet-Prince._ Thou canst not. O! may no more 35174|Befall, this day, of nobleborn men that live, 35174|For me,--this day I am bereft of thee. 35174|_The Poet-Prince._ Let us depart. 35174|_Arnold._ When shall I again be able, once more, 35174|To climb this steep and woody mountain's brow, 35174|Where thou dost for the last time in song repeat 35174|The words of thy father, whose death had dire 35174|Effect upon me. All my soul is filled 35174|With thoughts and fears, I scarce can ask relief 35174|With each new day that passes. For my flesh, 35174|Now turning to the grave, when once I clasp 35174|An emperor's glove-thong, and forget the name 35174|Of him that wears it, the sad thing is when 35174|I lose my heritage of youth, my heart 35174|And senses are paralyzed, and my feet 35174|Are still, and only, moving to and fro; 35174|Yet walk I yet, and walk awhile, and walk. 35174|Oh mercy, father, that thou shouldest me die, 35174|When thou hast broken all my chain! Oh mercy, 35174|When thou hast led me into deep waters black, 35174|Into a world of monsters, and of strife; 35174|When thou hast borne me, with thy mighty hand, 35174|To the far-off-places of the stars and deeps; 35174|Then shalt thou be our only hope; oh, 35174|The king's death is the end of thee, I ween. 35174|Thou mayest die in this last work--how long 35174|And how with what strange care--the goodly man 35174|To-morrow shall bid thee rest; his task fulfil. 35174|_Arnold comes back._ 35174|Now, dear friends and fellow-warriors, 35174|My task is done. I left them in bestiality. 35174|_Arnold's Daughter._ My father died and left me 35174|To an old man. And my husband, 35174|A beauteous maiden, to a young one. 35174|_Marg ======================================== SAMPLE 11740 ======================================== 26199|"I wish there was a place at St. Andrews 26199|Where I could bury it," she sighed. 26199|A year ago, the poor little thing 26199|Had wandered forth for sun and tea; 26199|Had walked to sea and been rewarded 26199|With some small portion of the shore: 26199|She'd been so happy, so light, 26199|That, if she'd been born a woman, 26199|'Twas very strange she loved the sea. 26199|But now, she lives in a sea-house-- 26199|A sea-house, not the worst; 26199|She loves with a love that's not wise, 26199|But is only kind to children. 26199|For her table there's only bread, 26199|And nothing but wine and bread; 26199|And all the children laugh and feast 26199|To see it spread so neat and clean: 26199|And she has said--though she's very careful-- 26199|That she believes her sea-side child. 26199|And if at night she feels a stinging, 26199|And in the moonbeams thinks she sees 26199|A dream of a boat-skieggen, 26199|She says--it cannot be, I think. 26199|For though the moonbeams, by degrees, 26199|Can give us glimpses of her face, 26199|The way is the boat-skieggen's heaven, 26199|And she may catch sight of other things. 26199|She never thought she'd find her father, 26199|But when she found him, it was late; 26199|And, after all, some little sleep 26199|Can make the mind more bright than all. 26199|You think the best--'tis you who are right; 26199|I say the worst,--'tis you who are wrong. 26199|When you have fought your lane to-night, 26199|I'll go and see--but here's a towel. 26199|I'd have said, to take your time, 26199|I'd have set my face a-burn-- 26199|I'd have gone and seen, but my head is bucketing: 26199|My heart is aching for the chance to drink-- 26199|The wine-cups and the urns go alike: 26199|The moment's my own--I don't choose to-night." 26199|So she said "It can't be, I don't choose to-night." 26199|And all the summer night, it fell 26199|On the winds, and the wind it blew 26199|And the rain fell and filled her purse with rain, 26199|And she left her home and she wandered by the river. 26199|The boat ran out by the lake-- 26199|A boat for the devil it brimmed, 26199|And then she left it for a lover on the shore. 26199|She sat in the boat and she sighed, 26199|And she thought of the road that led to France; 26199|And she murmured, "It's hard to say, 26199|If they go to Pultowa or Pultee": 26199|Then she drowned her face in a sponge: 26199|And on it ran the stream at morn. 26199|As the rain-clouds gathered the last 26199|Wets are lying close. The sky 26199|Is white about and cold, 26199|And the wind blows--the wind blows-- 26199|The sky's cold, cold and white. 26199|And the wets are lying close. 26199|As long as it is April 26199|The wind bloweth, bloweth, blows, 26199|And bloweth the water, too; 26199|And the wets are lying close. 26199|As long as I'll live, bloweth 26199|The water in my face. 26199|And the wind bloweth--the wind blows-- 26199|A wind--blow--blow! 26199|Where the trees are old, 26199|There the grasses grow, 26199|And in a wood 26199|The wood-pigeons build. 26199|The sun there shines a star 26199|Who says, "There, that's the way 26199|To the peak where a bird 26199|Is soaring aloft. ======================================== SAMPLE 11750 ======================================== 2487|I could almost feel myself turning to the road. 2487|I could almost feel myself turning to the road, 2487|I had grown old in that slow-gathering dusk 2487|Of dusky green, and the birds had gotten settled 2487|That used to circle me when I was a child. 2487|My fingers quivered--I almost laughed-- 2487|For all that, I was only a tiny old thing. 2487|The birds were quite still--their eyes remained, 2487|As if they felt no more the danger at last. 2487|They lay their eggs and waited their chance to hatch. 2487|They waited till the shadows gathered thicker, 2487|Then they left me, with some thought of me to blame, 2487|Crying, "We'll come again on Christmas night, 2487|On Christmas night, or else you'll never come! 2487|No matter when, but on Christmas night." 2487|I could almost feel myself turning to the road, 2487|I could almost feel myself turning to the road! 2487|The leaves were falling; their shadows drew near, 2487|I saw them--and I cried the words I must, 2487|Crying, "For I love you!"--for I loved you then! 2487|And now, I could almost hear the wailing, fading 2487|As I heard that song above me in the forest; 2487|I could almost feel myself turning back to the road, 2487|I could almost feel myself turning to the road! 2487|I looked up at the snowy tree--to me its leaves were 2487|Pale beads of winter, that hung suspended-- 2487|How cold must be this tree, to think it knew 2487|The thought that I must feel the first faint thrill; 2487|I looked down at its roots--then down at its branch; 2487|Each had a dagger wound about it, 2487|And if one fell like this, 2487|The other would not come to earth again-- 2487|I saw the snow, and, oh, it was not so much 2487|A frost I felt and never noticed, 2487|But only so much warm, 2487|A warmth so profound, 2487|I thought the tree could never bear another! 2487|Then, so cold must be each leaf--so cold to-night-- 2487|How could it ever be any warmer? 2487|They laid them in their beds, 2487|And all that day had a quiet way of sleep. 2487|I think, when night began to fall, 2487|I heard some woman's voice-- 2487|I could not even see my own, or guess 2487|If I were there or not-- 2487|Then something that I did not see, 2487|That held each leaf and hid-- 2487|I have been there many times before! 2487|I could not sleep for a whole week after that. 2487|That night that I lay down... well, 2487|I could have slept! 2487|If I'd had my will, 2487|That was how I'd have done it... 2487|Maybe I'd be a different person now, 2487|If I'd had my will! 2487|I was so glad to fall in that room-- 2487|I almost fancied that I'd gone out of sight; 2487|I never even got on bed to go; 2487|I never told my secret to anyone! 2487|And I said--before I slept for a week-- 2487|I should not miss the bed 2487|If I hadn't had my will! 2487|And I never told a lie, 2487|And I'll never tell a lie! 2487|And the night crept by, and the fire 2487|Somedaniously burned 2487|Its last bit of coal, 2487|And the lights went out, 2487|And I dreamed that I heard the call of my mother's voice. 2487|I was so tired of waiting... 2487|The morning dawned, and a girl's voice called me,-- 2487|The last thing I heard was the call of my mother's voice. 2487|I could only hear the noise of wind 2487|That blew across me--suddenly, a great wave, 2487|With its masts all up and its sails all out, ======================================== SAMPLE 11760 ======================================== 16059|Como se habló en paz.» 16059|(Soto, Canece, VI). 16059|The _corda de paz_ is sometimes called a _bayera_. 16059|A good translation of this name is thus: 16059|«Mi corda, Señor, ha de moneda corda, 16059|Cuando en mi sangre tienes frente 16059|Que hoy de una roce, es-teles-foza 16059|La sangre de la cabeza y de tu nido.» 16059|The phrase _en cuidado con mi sangre tienes frente_ 16059|is found in Díaz Segar's collection of Spanish poetry, 16059|Vestida de mis doncellas: 16059|¿Cómo no llorarán, son deleitoso, 16059|Cayaba á mi esposa donna 16059|Y otra vuestro paz y manto 16059|Á mi esfera y mi vuelta baja 16059|Á mi alegría, es-melindo, 16059|Todo el mundo don Diego 16059|¿Quién habrá la muerte mía, 16059|Todo el mundo don Diego? 16059|Sombra y sola. 16059|Y á luto, luto, 16059|A las banderas, que en el mundo 16059|Démitan calces son; 16059|Á mi esfera, esta hermosura 16059|Todas las flores se ha sienta, 16059|Que no volvía á mi calderda 16059|Aunque te ofendó á mí 16059|Cuitado el doncel Don Diego 16059|Su flor: «Y no volvía, » 16059|Y á su colmo el otro de espere 16059|Dejando, y hoy á ti, es-to 16059|Cuanto el espejo don Diego, 16059|En tanto se apaga á mí: 16059|Y de tus donnels se ha visto, 16059|Y de viene á mi calderda 16059|Para cuanto llega, 16059|Ví tu doncella un momento... 16059|Ví seca, volviendo, 16059|Y estas doncellas nuotas 16059|Sin tormento de la muerte. 16059|Y en tanto á mi calderda 16059|Á mi dolor no se ha volvía, 16059|Y es-to no volvía 16059|Y de tus donnels se ha visto; 16059|Que no volvía á mi calderda 16059|Por qué te questa á quien se ha, 16059|Te-mosquito, en que viando 16059|Á mi dolor no se volvía. 16059|Y que no volvía 16059|Mira á mi calderda 16059|No se ha volvía, 16059|Y es-to no volvía. 16059|Y en tanto á mi calderda 16059|Mira á mi español se ha, 16059|Y es-to no volvía 16059|Que á mi calderda 16059|Mira á mi calmar: 16059|No se ha volvía 16059|Á mi muerte no se ha volvía, 16059|Con quien me ha está tiene 16059|Muerto y desnuda 16059|El desmois que á mi calderda 16059|Muerto, en esta ímpetu 16059|Desierto 16059|¡Dolor no ha visto en mi calderda 16059|Que es-to no volvía, 16059|Y es-to no volvía! 16059|Esta caliste, ¡quién con su sangre 16059|Me dió me visto, 16059|Si no vióme en nada! 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 11770 ======================================== 17393|"There's not a creature in the world, anywhere, to me, 17393|That thinks the best of me and cares the least of me, 17393|When I am not at my best at singing and playing, 17393|Nor seems to me a burthen of his heart's essence 17393|That he can be as he wills, if what he says and does 17393|Be good for him and me!"' 17393|"So, in this world of ours-- 17393|Our little world, whose days and nights are all of us, 17393|Each day a year, as we can not help being more or less, 17393|With what's your thought, and I with mine, in every hour and spot 17393|"And when at last 17393|With a parting that's over we stand alone, 17393|With what's your thought, and I with mine, then, what to you?" 17393|"Why, so much for you, 17393|And one for me, that the heart's own best thought may be best 17393|That is our friend! I hold my own, if that may be, 17393|And this I say without fear of self, since, whatever you were, 17393|Whatever it was, you never in the least are for me. 17393|"And when I meet in time some one, I hold my own that it 17393|Is a great merit in him for having suffered through your 17393|life, having had it, not as I have done, but as of old 17393|"But here I am indeed, and this is all I have to say, 17393|I will hold my own; and you must leave a little room 17393|Whereon here to see your own friend, for all your mind was set 17393|"And you would make up your mind 17393|That when there's a bit of the field near you, all you're willing 17393|to give, all you're willing to give and take in return, 17393|That this must be your end 17393|Just for the sake 17393|Of the love you have, and never even for that you said 17393|That I might do the same for you!" 17393|Thus he said, and suddenly 17393|The silence came on the lawn, and even the grass was still 17393|When he spoke in that clear voice. 17393|And there, in the light, 17393|The sunset was glowing from the blue and sleeping air 17393|As he was looking at the city's face,--the black 17393|And silver-shining towers, the ragged street, so clean, 17393|So dignified, yet so much the more because of him, 17393|The shadowed street, so pure, the little maiden-city, 17393|The village, where every house and mill and shop was clean, 17393|And whoso passed there had the sight of nothing there 17393|But the white street, and towers, and houses, of light; 17393|But the black wall of sand, and the blue sky o'erhead. 17393|And the maiden maiden city, the city of his dreams. 17393|So now he left her and went alone 17393|The city of his dreams; and presently 17393|He came into the street where did not seem 17393|So lonely or so fair as heretofore 17393|In life's green daylight. "The moon. She rises now. 17393|Now shines the sun; the maidens gay 17393|Are wheeling all around the work abides: 17393|And they will bathe in state and dress, 17393|And take their bath--my master's to take. 17393|"He is too far away--too far away-- 17393|To look and know him, while we stand and wait 17393|And see his face as it returns again 17393|In stillness of the noon. Ah, no! but still 17393|The closer we to one he seems--not far, 17393|But nearer and more far away! 17393|"And thus he stays, and goes before 17393|The city gate, and goes alone, 17393|And makes no pause, or pause, or pause, 17393|Till all is done: then all is done! 17393|And I must go--by all the one is one; 17393|And all the thousand and one is one. ======================================== SAMPLE 11780 ======================================== 1365|The man who stands to his door; 1365|Who makes it his duty 1365|To serve, until he die. 1365|This is our village pastor 1365|Whose name and whose glory 1365|Give him the name of Christ. 1365|On Christmas-eve he took the band 1365|Of his most chosen men, 1365|And the first solemn psalm 1365|Unto his people sung. 1365|From the church in his own hall 1365|The bells of the bells of home rung, 1365|From the church in the woods he ran, 1365|Rapped like a madman round and round; 1365|And the man himself was all agag, 1365|Staring at the sky and the trees, 1365|And the windows and door-ways of the porch 1365|Like some mad wizard's shop-windows glittering. 1365|At last he rose up out of his trance 1365|In the morning of his song, 1365|And said in his holy jest, 1365|"The time has come for the finishing of work!" 1365|He ran and he shouted till men heard, 1365|"We've been waiting since last night!" 1365|But the pastor went up to his gate 1365|And looked at the morning's sky, 1365|And saw the light of his people's hope, 1365|Lighting the streets of his church. 1365|And he bowed his head and prayed, 1365|Till the gates of heaven opened wide, 1365|And the man went singing into the world, 1365|Grateful for the things that are. 1365|Then the pastor's eyes were all aflame, 1365|For the Lord was with him there; 1365|Up from the town in glorious bands 1365|Pour came his people, and sang: 1365|"We are glad, we are glad, we are glad 1365|That ye are gone away!" 1365|And the pastor's face was all aflame; 1365|He ran away and cried, 1365|"I have done my duty here! 1365|The house of the Lord is not yet full! 1365|My people are not come!" 1365|But a noise was in his ears, and sight, 1365|As an owl, is in a dream; 1365|And the pastor heard a murmur of gladness, 1365|And turned his face, and it seemed to him, 1365|As a sea-bird on a string, 1365|A mighty, music-shod drum 1365|Came trilling up and down, 1365|And then--and then it seemed to him 1365|As if his gates were opened wider, 1365|And his people, gliding through, 1365|Were singing, through his festal halls, 1365|As the last bells of the year 1365|Sang out in the valleys deep, 1365|As the last strains of the rose, 1365|As the last strains of the lark, 1365|As the last strains of the lark, 1365|As the last strains of the rose, 1365|To the house where the pastor lay, 1365|Singing and trilling so 1365|His songs of gladness from dawn till noon, 1365|And when the bells began to toll, 1365|Singing and trilling with all his might, 1365|And afterward the psalms they made, 1365|Sweet as if the pastor had 1365|Just been set free by Moses from the herd, 1365|And yet he seemed still to feel 1365|The first tremors of the key 1365|Whose music is forever here, 1365|The first faint tremors of the chord 1365|From the sixth string his bosom cleaveth, 1365|So strong and strange and strange, 1365|It seems like a miracle, 1365|That the world should have grown blind 1365|As a blind man feels. 1365|At times the music of it seemed 1365|Like the first pulse of a lyre, 1365|At times as if its sounds were given 1365|To the souls of the musicians there, 1365|And the congregation they filled 1365|With their souls' desires intense. 1365|Yet in spite of all their eager ======================================== SAMPLE 11790 ======================================== 24869|In thee are the virtues of the brave. 24869|And none may wield the bow and dart; 24869|All powers are bleeze of Jámbaván’s sway, 24869|And all the valour of the band 24869|Will flow in Rávaṇ’s veins when all 24869|The mightiest warriors of the foe 24869|Surpass the god or Mahendra,{7} 24869|The power whose power can conquer fate 24869|Has power to shake the firmament; 24869|He can overturn its worlds with ease, 24869|And all the airy worlds, aflame, 24869|Shall seem to play a game of blows. 24869|In the wide sea each mighty wave 24869|The hero of the arms can quell, 24869|And his fierce arrows, streaked with spray, 24869|Like clouds of blazing fire will rise, 24869|The mighty mountain, and each hill, 24869|Shall fall, by Raghu’s son cast down, 24869|And with him all his peerless band 24869|The gods and saints adored will die. 24869|Then Raghu’s son who bears the bow, 24869|Whose arm is stainless, or who deals 24869|His darts with valour’s lordly skill, 24869|Each foe to earth by force will yield, 24869|And all his heart and soul shall save. 24869|That glorious lord who arms his hand 24869|With many a shaft with steel imbroild, 24869|With him and his the earth will bow 24869|Whose life-days are in combat spent. 24869|Through all the regions of the sea, 24869|Earth, Ocean, and the stars will yield 24869|Their glory to the hope of him 24869|Who arm the bow in valiant fight. 24869|Then in the arms that all earth wears 24869|Each sea and air will yield her wings, 24869|The rivers in their ocean will 24869|In one great stream each sea will sweep,(948) 24869|And all the sea-beach bears a crest 24869|In triumph and in honour gay. 24869|His bow will show the glory of 24869|The giant king, the world’s dread lord. 24869|Each wave its waves will heap on high, 24869|Each hill its summit, and each peak 24869|By giant warriors will be cleft. 24869|The giants o’er the seas shall leap 24869|With spears, sharp-edged, huge and fleet: 24869|The Gods shall guard their realms and hold 24869|Their holy palaces and shrines. 24869|The giant arms that guard the seas 24869|Shall all this pomp and pride outshine, 24869|And Rávaṇ’s own might boast the day 24869|To crush the Rákshas king, and show 24869|Once more what strength is man’s, who bears 24869|Giant heads in every breast. 24869|Him Rávaṇ’s heart, with rage possessed, 24869|Comes on the lion to destroy, 24869|Crushing each arm and brow and side, 24869|And the great monster’s mighty heart, 24869|The giant tyrant, lies inurned. 24869|Then, with his eyes like lightning bright, 24869|The giant from his tranquil couch 24869|The Vánars’ lord will soon destroy, 24869|Grip in his mighty hands to fall. 24869|O’er many a mighty hill the foe 24869|With blood-streams red will spring amain, 24869|And the dread monster, borne on high, 24869|With death and famine nigh the skies. 24869|Each Rákshas king, with might like flame, 24869|Will die in every giant’s view; 24869|Nor wilt thou, O King, the foe, 24869|And earth, sea, and sky his force maintain.” 24869|Canto XXXIV. Sárdúlí’s Speech. 24869|Thus he, with impious speech reviled 24869|The king beneath whose rod of power.(949) 24869|Then Sárdúlí, with a smile ======================================== SAMPLE 11800 ======================================== 38520|For the first time! 38520|My last thought has been, though 'tis not a 38520|I, but a God who made the world; 38520|And though the world be not a part of 38520|My plan, at least, as I have said, 38520|I have loved and admired it; 38520|I have been a world of life and thought, 38520|Which must fade, if it can live no more; 38520|And I shall die, but once 38520|Where the trees make merry, 38520|And the breeze sings of the springing woods, 38520|And the sun's last year-long evening, 38520|And this earth's last sunset-dusk. 38520|I shall be one in whom will still 38520|The floods of passion and delight, 38520|Though the world be not a part of 38520|My being, I am part of 38520|The world, and its life; 38520|And my lips are still the rhyme 38520|That you to me remember so, 38520|You know so well, but I can dream 38520|As yet the ways of memory. 38520|O God! if but by Thee only I might live, 38520|As Thou thyself art life! if but for Thee alone, 38520|I am the woman called in a dream. 38520|For me, my God, if Thou but know me now, 38520|I am the dying woman called to life, 38520|When the death-bell is a dream and the woman's hand 38520|Is clasped in the shroud. 38520|I loved you, my beloved; I can not tell 38520|Whether I loved you kindly or otherwise; 38520|If I loved you beneficent, I confess 38520|How strange my present mood is; my feelings then 38520|Have changed to feelings never felt before. 38520|I loved you kindly, and if I loved you, 38520|The good God knows; I do not know how else 38520|It seemed to have affected you. Never before 38520|To me did such a love seem right. But now, 38520|O God! if Thou but knew! I confess it 38520|Only by this confession that I am dead: 38520|Dead, that is to say, for ever, and forever. 38520|I only know I loved you, while I lived, 38520|And since that I have ceased to love you. 38520|"Where, 'mid the clouds of death, 38520|And thunder of the shock, 38520|Where all the stormy sea 38520|Throbs in loud clamor below, 38520|Or if a wind should rise 38520|And lash the mountain steep, 38520|Where, in the midnight storm, 38520|The far sea seemed to cry, 38520|To you my heart would seem 38520|To your soul a far domain. 38520|"Not on the sea at all 38520|But on the hill of God, 38520|And when at last the day is done, 38520|Where thou, my friend, wast born, 38520|Or if 'twas thy to leave 38520|The heart so tender, where, 38520|All my bright hopes to die, 38520|For my love would be well spent,-- 38520|I, the child of God, would make 38520|A new life on this earth." 38520|This is the ship. The sailor's tale-- 38520|'Tis the tale I love to keep, 38520|While every wind I walk on bears 38520|An old tradition of my ship's way, 38520|For I may never travel back, 38520|Home, where the sea once went, except 38520|By the sea's own course. 38520|In the day-time I shall lie down to rest; 38520|In the night-time, when the dark clouds go sail on, 38520|To roam with my soul's own hope through the dreary dark 38520|Where the waves of old with a thousand songs 38520|And voices sweep over me. 38520|O my soul's fairest hopes, O long lost love, 38520|I think, on this earth, you will still be mine; 38520|And I will keep your heart till that dark day, 38520|When when out ======================================== SAMPLE 11810 ======================================== 28591|This life is so short; take the wealth you can afford-- 28591|And hope that heaven will be your crown. 28591|And, as you live on this earth, you shall rejoice 28591|To know your worth--and no one shall know less. 28591|Heaven's grace is poured upon each; 28591|'Tis yours to know howe'er you go; 28591|So, then, go ahead, and go 28591|Regardless of your lot or fate. 28591|If you can think life cannot be denied you, nor your best 28591|If you can look life patiently in the face, and say, 28591|"I will not despair," nor let despair cloud your eyes, 28591|If you can count each moment as it flies by, 28591|Or weigh each moment with a future of to-morrow, 28591|And say, with a smiling and not a sinking heart, 28591|"I will not despair," 28591|Do you not then, with eagerness, go forth to do, 28591|All for the love of duty? 28591|Do you not, if you can, rise with joyous heart and face 28591|The strife and pressure of life? 28591|Go forth to serve--for God shall give you surer arms to bear. 28591|Go forth then, as children oft have gone to battle's field, 28591|Dying, for youth had been their sole defence; 28591|Go forth to teach--for youth its faith and truth was bred. 28591|Do you not know the duty of life, and do not shrink 28591|To do it, or death will seize you then? 28591|Do you not see that men say, in passing by you, 28591|"He who doth good must do it also?" 28591|See you not that many look and nod with silent eye, 28591|And do not shrink with silent pride to do? 28591|No; there is yet, as yet, another step, another bound. 28591|And, in the light, the glory, of spring, 28591|The sun upon the hills of heaven appears; 28591|There's an end beckons to it, the glorious, the royal work 28591|Of life that strives to be; 28591|And it is time for us to be, dear friend, and to go, 28591|So great the change, so grand the boon; 28591|It is time to be, dear friend, and to go forth to bear, 28591|So great the change, so grand the boon. 28591|And it is time for us to do--to love, to serve, to pray, 28591|To live, to let live. 28591|And it is time for us now, dear friend, to be done with pain; 28591|To be done with pain, dear friend! 28591|To be done with pain, dear friend! 28591|We know that we shall love, and have our duty know; 28591|We know that life shall pass; 28591|We know that death is passing, dear friend, and to go; 28591|So, in the light, the glory, of spring, 28591|His throne of love is set; 28591|And when we come the end of all our work, we shall find 28591|The work is finished--God's; and we may rise like souls 28591|To live, to pray, to love, 28591|To live, to love. 28591|But it is not enough 28591|That we ourselves be happy; 28591|What is most glorious is to know 28591|Ourselves at last, while we are blessed. 28591|The heart o' the bird o' morning light 28591|Is the heart o' the sun; 28591|The eyes o' the star 'ree sink and rise, 28591|But the heart o' the sun ever burn. 28591|I know not why, for the day is dark-- 28591|And the way is long, 28591|But the music o' the night is sweet, 28591|And the birds sing still. 28591|The air is thick with misty light; 28591|The clouds are dark as night, 28591|But the music o' the morn is soft 28591|That the birds sing on the hill. 28591|The road is not very wide-- 28591|And I wish to go ======================================== SAMPLE 11820 ======================================== 24405|The land was in a sorry plight, 24405|The seas a-flutter with wind and spray, 24405|The land was in a sorry plight. 24405|They'd given up the ghost in every town 24405|And there was nothing left to do; 24405|And there was nothing left to do. 24405|For there were scurvy dogs and rotten trees, 24405|And ships with half-a-score of crews, 24405|And dust and wind and rain and sleet, 24405|And half the world away. 24405|And there were scurvy dogs and rotten trees, 24405|And ships with half-a-score of crews, 24405|And dust and wind and rain and sleet, 24405|And half the world away. 24405|O Lord I've sailed this sea before 24405|Where all the ships went safe. 24405|O Lord I've sailed this sea before 24405|And there's a little ship, 24405|It is a thing beyond compare, 24405|And all the world away. 24405|The land that I loved is gone, 24405|The land that I loved so true 24405|Is gone with all the ships that came 24405|To fetch me in my teens; 24405|The wind that drove me o'er the sea 24405|Is now a wreckless wreck, 24405|And all I've been is dust and mould, 24405|And all I've been is waste. 24405|But I have had my little share 24405|Of waste and work and mirth; 24405|All things of earth are now my own-- 24405|I am the master of them all, 24405|And all I've loved is yet to be, 24405|And all I've been is yet to go. 24405|My little share is now the way 24405|The wind and earth can blow, 24405|The road I ran in when I was less 24405|Is now my road all o'er, 24405|And all a man can ever know 24405|Is work in hands that give. 24405|For all I've done and planned I know 24405|Is work in hands that earn. 24405|And so there's nothing left, O Lord, 24405|But love, O Lord, to make me feel 24405|That all I've done remains; 24405|That all I've done remains the same 24405|Because I've been Thy child. 24364|_I shall write verses for the end of Time, 24364|Songs of man and song, 24364|Songs of the future and the near of youth 24364|And the old of judgment and of birth, 24364|Singings of glory and of light, 24364|Songs of the coming age of men._ 24364|_To be the end of the great and good, 24364|To know the thing at the end._ 24364|_The word that was was the last and best._ 24364|_I shall write verses for the end of Time, 24364|Songs of man and song, 24364|Songs of the past and of the future, 24364|And the near of judgment and of birth._ 24364|_To be the end of the wise and true._ 24364|_To be the end of the poor and right, 24364|To know the thing that is done and done, 24364|To be the end of all, and all_ 24364|_The end of all the end of all,_ 24364|_And all the end, and all the end as we_ 24364|_Hear the thing that is and have no fear_ 24364|_The thing that is the end of all or none, 24364|For it's God and He knows all._ 24364|_To be the thing that endures._ 24364|_To live and die an echo of his fame_ 24364|_To be fulfilled, unutterable,_ 24364|_Hemmed in by infinite being yet_ 24364|_And, as we are, for ever in play_ 24364|_Hewn in new life from the dead._ 24364|_To be the end of the infinite,_ 24364|_To hear the sound of everlasting breath_ 24364|_To feel as if the heart in us was flesh_ 24364|_To hold ======================================== SAMPLE 11830 ======================================== I could not tell what you mean, my dear; 21700|But this I could see,--no matter what to you 21700|I shall return in glory--but you'll remain 21700|A stranger, and not a brother, if you will. 21700|Of her that is not known I know not, friend, 21700|But I have a great favour; she will be true 21700|To a good husband, and his family, one, 21700|But, to be brief, he must not own her love; 21700|And she must bear with him, save some one come 21700|And marry her, his name and fortune for, 21700|Till she can marry him, and settle life 21700|In some kind of marriage-home: it is his 21700|To make a widow's house seem pleasant. He 21700|May do his worst, but Heaven forgive my strain, 21700|And give us pleasure, and relieve my mind. 21700|There is a lady which I loved, who loves, 21700|And is to be believed, a pious sort of fellow. 21700|She is a little woe-begone and rather lean; 21700|Her teeth are very blue, and her complexion--I 21700|Never saw a woman of her rank so red; 21700|And, what was strange, I knew the colour it wore, 21700|So that, when I had enquired about it more, 21700|She said it was a color she always wore, 21700|Whether running, walking, or playing at ball,-- 21700|In short, she was the stuff of all our hues. 21700|But what was strange was still more strange to prove, 21700|(As a philosopher will say), that she did 21700|That most disagreeable of things, she loved! 21700|They say love is a little like a bell: 21700|You've some choice members of yourself who suffer 21700|To put out those others by some kind of love-- 21700|This is a woman's love, in a nutshell, 21700|If the best of what I have to describe be true. 21700|I wonder much of no great consequence. 21700|I see she is the sort of one whose blood 21700|Is not of purest white, and yet to be 21700|A sweet example to my friends of life: 21700|And therefore I 'm of opinion right, 21700|That there 's something at the bottom of love. 21700|It often happens when a lover lives 21700|Among a lot of women, and does well 21700|Among them, that he becomes so accustomed 21700|To their manners, habits, and their ways, 21700|He believes himself at last so safe in Heaven, 21700|As to be content with what he brings. 21700|For this woman, for herself and her, had 21700|His head been always down in the same shade, 21700|She 's in no case sad; but having got one, 21700|They do not leave it a minute with the dead. 21700|What can I advise she should do? 'Tis strange 21700|She loves him--I should, by the by, be wrong! 21700|But let that go--such a thing, on my word, 21700|Will arouse him better than trying new; 21700|I can't help thinking it a little soft, 21700|When the only lover in a house is he 21700|That brings up children, and 't is not right to say 21700|It makes the women uncomfortable. 21700|At present the man who only cares 21700|In a lady's house to be a gentleman-- 21700|A man that never hath got an ounce of it, 21700|Save a wife's tenderness, does not know where 21700|To find satisfaction; but he is a fool, 21700|And often is, as many have been told. 21700|He does not see, while she's giving him love, 21700|How good he is, how excellent indeed 21700|And good the woman, how well she is loved: 21700|He does not see how good he is--I 'll say it-- 21700|How excellent,--which is better still 21700|For the men that are not lovers in their souls. 21700|I 'll add what I see in the house, but wish 21700|She ======================================== SAMPLE 11840 ======================================== 9889|A soul, a human soul, like ours, whom God may take 9889|And take him what we are,--one of the crowd. 9889|I know it,--and so the Lord will bless 9889|The name that on this very tree 9889|Is written with such a lovely writing. 9889|I know it, and my heart is sick 9889|Knowing that this is not our world! 9889|We are so blessed, I am glad, 9889|As if God made it the best that can-- 9889|A garden of my very own, 9889|With trees whose boughs are covered o'er 9889|With blooms not from this earth; 9889|And I am glad, oh, happy child! 9889|And proud, for this I understand: 9889|That if I did not love thee then 9889|I never should have loved to lie 9889|Within the bowers of thy sweet face, 9889|A child at rest with thy sweet lips-- 9889|Or a lover, a star-hearted man, 9889|That was content beneath a flower 9889|Laid in his own sweet hand. 9889|So I pray--my child, my very child-- 9889|Thou hast some gift in thy dear name 9889|A child could never crave-- 9889|A grace to live and die in; and so 9889|In the strange world I have found thee, be 9889|Thine own all grace and all love, sweet child! 9889|And still thou wert not, child! to me, 9889|Though sweet-voiced, and thy face was fair 9889|And bright; though I did love thee so 9889|That never had I need to weep-- 9889|And now, if thy gentle heart to me 9889|Hath ever thought of sorrow past, 9889|Oh, I will never hide the wound 9889|Thy tender heart hath felt, 9889|Nor name it nor feel it, but shall own 9889|It burns, but love will heal it all! 9889|As if God meant, and bade the world 9889|Be blest without the heart of one 9889|Who loves a little, and loves so much 9889|That when from out the blue beyond 9889|To earth a child's breath could be drawn, 9889|He knew thou wouldst be; and then in love 9889|That child of mine I have been found! 9889|The earth, alas, is not enough; 9889|There needs must be a home in heaven! 9889|Hear my prayer, my darling, then come near, 9889|And say a sweet good-bye to-day! 9889|But ah, my child, I fear I'll lose 9889|Some one whom thou wouldst like to meet, 9889|And so I'm taking thee away: 9889|But do not vex my precious one, 9889|Nor I wish thy home without thee. 9889|For there the sun is a-smiling near, 9889|And the little buds at rest in bud, 9889|And all is bright and bright, and lovely and new 9889|On the green land where thou wouldst love to ride! 9889|But for me there is naught to see, 9889|And naught to see, as I am standing 9889|In the dark of a twilight gray-- 9889|And all is silent, and all is sad, 9889|And my heart is breaking at its worst! 9889|Ah, my little one! Oh, do not grieve 9889|For the lonely spot where thou dost lie; 9889|Though we ne'er may find in the world to-day 9889|Thy love, my darling, or the place that is thine; 9889|But come, my darling; I, too, will go 9889|And gather the flowers that rest by thy feet; 9889|For thou canst see at heaven's gate the angels stand, 9889|And there to them is given in trust to meet, 9889|And so I will not grieve, my darling, for thee, 9889|With the darkness of the twilight and the snow 9889|On thy brow, and sorrow that is all in a breath! 9889|I've had my lesson--I've finished school, 9889|The last ======================================== SAMPLE 11850 ======================================== 5185|Cannot hear the voice of Suwantia, 5185|To the Northland call thy daughter, 5185|Never on the waters roam her, 5185|Never on the shore-lands roam her. 5185|Once was Shingebis, the diver, 5185|Once the blue-ball noiseless prowler, 5185|Round the trees and bushes wandering, 5185|Near the springs of Laughing Water; 5185|Shingebis, the enchanter, sang him 5185|Deer, fish, and birds, and wild fowl, 5185|All the beasts with mighty voice-birds 5185|Sang and screamed in mad rejoicing, 5185|That the youth, Laplander, living 5185|In the land of shineth the reindeer, 5185|In the land of the freezing-hoten 5185|Singing southward as the south wind, 5185|In the mouldering North, rejoicing. 5185|When the youth, Laplander, wishing 5185|Freshness, in the early mornings, 5185|In the early mornings yet warmer, 5185|When his hair had grown long and yellow, 5185|When his limbs were weary he asked 5185|For the youth, the merlinden's blessing. 5185|When the youth, Laplander, living 5185|Now in days of chivalrous riddles, 5185|In the days of old Hetterhaven, 5185|In the age of birches and aspens, 5185|Taught the children to write and cipher, 5185|Brought them all to Tezta, the clay-river. 5185|When his age had reached its maximum, 5185|Then at once he left his tribe-folk, 5185|Left his tribe and life in darkness, 5185|Died a youth unknown in Northland. 5185|In the generations following, 5185|Some in written records telling, 5185|Others in unbound fragments telling 5185|How his death befel Wipunenen. 5185|To the south, beyond the Pohya, 5185|Gathered the ruthless tribes of Lempo, 5185|In his train, the evil tulip, 5185|In his blood the fire-flower, 5185|In his veins the wamalong growing; 5185|From their blood expelled the tulip, 5185|From his breast the wamalong sprouting. 5185|To the north, beyond the Kemi, 5185|Gathered the deadly Siamei, 5185|In their train, Laplang'olin, 5185|Lapland's chieftain and lightning. 5185|Here and there, with fury rising, 5185|Rushing, flying, rolling, battling, 5185|Flashing forth in stormy wrath, 5185|Loudly crashing, loudly dying, 5185|On the shock of battle-field, 5185|On the fields of forced retreat 5185|Flashing forth upon the warriors, 5185|Craning inward, cowering toward heaven, 5185|Each in death fierce-faced and clamorous, 5185|Filling both watchers and observers. 5185|Spake the ancient Wipunen 5185|These the words the Wainamoinen: 5185|"Rise again, O heroes, Wainamoinen, 5185|And be battle-swords in your hands, 5185|Gird thy strong loins within you, 5185|Hasten with me as a warrior, 5185|As a warrior hasten to battle!" 5185|Then the heroes Wainamolin 5185|Gazed intent upon the battle, 5185|This their judgment-seat assessing. 5185|On his shoulders bolted belts, 5185|On his belts, the blades of battle, 5185|Clad in silver studs and azure, 5185|From the hosts of men demolished, 5185|Gained access to the heart of Wainamoinen, 5185|Took him to his seat in battle, 5185|Took the blacksmith of Wainola, 5185|Takes young Lapland's famous minstrel, 5185|To his native parts demurely 5185|Speaks these words of ancient wisdom: 5185|"O thou ancient Wainamoinen ======================================== SAMPLE 11860 ======================================== 11689|A year ago, in the early spring, 11689|I lay in the hedges' shade. 11689|Under a wintry sky, 11689|Asleep, alone: 11689|While in my heart lived hope, 11689|And fear, and love; 11689|And dreams from out of my heart 11689|I tried to tell. 11689|But soon my thoughts would roam, 11689|And with them go 11689|Swept through all the wide world, 11689|From field to wood. 11689|To my lone place of rest 11689|I would not brook to hear 11689|The voices of men, 11689|When out of the city's din, 11689|The summer night. 11689|A song, an evening song, 11689|I laid upon the earth, 11689|That in the earth it grew, 11689|Singing and singing. 11689|But soon the wind and rain 11689|Stirred up the grasses 11689|And all the flowers awoke; 11689|And the sun came shining, 11689|And the birds came springing. 11689|And in the midst of the song, 11689|At the sound of his foot, 11689|That little one stirred, 11689|And hid his face, and looked 11689|Farther in the grass. 11689|And when I came to the place 11689|I laid me down and lay 11689|On the soft grass with my head 11689|Sodden and heavy. 11689|Then slowly, slowly crept 11689|The weary night away; 11689|And when the sun's red face 11689|Was slowly growing dim, 11689|I knew the light was gone, 11689|And thought of what had been. 11689|But still I dreamt of light, 11689|Of laughter, and of love, 11689|Till the grass shook, and suddenly 11689|My heart grew faint and cold. 11689|It was at last, at last 11689|I saw the light of day, 11689|But from the shining day, 11689|It was as if the day 11689|Forgot its name. 11689|It was, it was, when the earth, 11689|Like a little child, 11689|Gave back her earthy birth, 11689|And took the sunlight's place. 11689|It was at last, at last, 11689|The sun returned to me, 11689|And made the sky 11689|My radiant home again. 11689|Oh, it was then, it was then, 11689|I saw my God! in me. 11689|I loved myself before I loved my God. 11689|And as it was, to-day 11689|It is my highest praise 11689|My love has brought thee back. 11689|You can make your own story, though, and know 11689|That all the rest will never stand the test. 11689|I've learned that, since I met you, there has come 11689|No love like mine, no story like the mine. 11689|And so I write it in the world of men, 11689|With voices from the land of the sparrows far, 11689|To prove that ever love grows great and strong 11689|When love is pure, and love can never faint. 11689|For love is strong when love is simple joy: 11689|It cannot fail, though it should fail from thee; 11689|It cannot flinch from the high desire 11689|And the ardent years, though it should flinch then.... 11689|It only falters, a little bit, 11689|When love is simple joy. 11689|When I came back to your place of life, 11689|I did not go to greet you with the crowd. 11689|I came alone, to keep my heart pure, 11689|And keep my steps true, to see my eyes 11689|Grow brighter when I drew near to you, 11689|And see my mouth not filled with praise 11689|For the way you treated me like friends. 11689|I did not go to all your parties, 11689|My lips would never talk and your steps 11689|Would never lead me--too much--to them. 11689|I had grown to be content ======================================== SAMPLE 11870 ======================================== 2620|And my heart, a little wistful and sad, 2620|Would leave her and his? 2620|In truth I do not wonder, oh, no, 2620|That I am not a wife, 2620|For my life's worth is so many a score, 2620|That many a wife I may catch,-- 2620|Yet was I born to be a wife, 2620|My love will come, his wife to be. 2620|To-day she came to me with light 2620|To call in a fairy's ear-- 2620|I would not have her come in; 2620|I said, dear, be not so harsh, 2620|I am so young, I dare not stay! 2620|She bent her cheek to mine, her eyes 2620|Gleamed, and--I said, dear, you take 2620|My part of the feast; your love must be 2620|The whole, the rarest part. 2620|Now that she's a wife, she soon will 2620|Take half of the feast away; 2620|I would have a half as freely, now 2620|As now the last time were I forgot. 2620|But, though she takes the rest away, 2620|She cannot keep the rest of me. 2620|Though she takes the whole away, 2620|She cannot keep the rest of me; 2620|If she only takes the part 2620|Of a child, I shall have wings 2620|And laugh and sing as I pass through the sky. 2620|I dreamed that I had lived in the great world long, 2620|When I was but as a tiny flower; 2620|And I loved, oh, so much, that I told my love 2620|In a language I love on the tree; 2620|I said, Dear, you shall have this and mine 2620|When this life is gone, and this life too. 2620|But how could I know that it was so quite, 2620|When all our lives were so little and small? 2620|For when I had spoken the word to go, 2620|My very heart it was glad to obey, 2620|Saying, Dear, you shall have this one thing more, 2620|This and the one thing else I can give you best-- 2620|My place in the world! 2620|I have dreamed a thousand dreams, 2620|All perfectly sweet and fair; 2620|I have dreamed a thousand dreams, 2620|And yet I only dream one. 2620|The leaves are green, and the sky is blue, 2620|And I lie and love, and love very well. 2620|I have no place to hide my head-- 2620|I have no heart to sorrow so-- 2620|I have no heart to sorrow or to pray, 2620|I have no heart to sigh or to sigh. 2620|I have no home to go to when the day 2620|Is very near, and my heart is sore, 2620|And the world is dark and the road is long, 2620|And the road is deep and the end more near. 2620|I have no hope, my heart, but a yearning 2620|To rest beneath old summer winds, 2620|With a kiss, and a song, and a sleep, and God, 2620|To die a little as God dies who can. 2620|The wind is blowing in the valley far, 2620|A strange strange noise is in the air, 2620|And in the night in wonder much I marvel 2620|Why it sounds so strangely and strange. 2620|Oh, it is nothing, and I do not care, 2620|The wind that sweeps across the grass, 2620|Or the voice of it, and the voice of it 2620|Are more worth than all the world or all, 2620|Or all the moon or all the sun. 2620|Oh, the wild wood is wide, and the wild wood is still, 2620|It is the same there even, and the same there above-- 2620|The same only if the long ago, 2620|The long ago, with a voice too wild for words, 2620|When the woods were all around, and the night was wild, 2620|And the starlight all around was blinding, 2620|A child came running out with a smile: ======================================== SAMPLE 11880 ======================================== 4331|That is for the soul that is pure 4331|That is for the soul that is poor 4331|This is the world and all things fair 4331|That is the reason I say 4331|That all these songs I am singing 4331|Are for the heart that is free 4331|From the fear and the loveliness 4331|Of wealth and the pride of youth 4331|That's the reason this praise I speak 4331|(Song for the soul that is weary) 4331|That's why I sit here here singing. 4331|All of the old loves that we had 4331|Are forgotten 4331|As long as the world's wide and wide, 4331|And a love as strong 4331|That was bound to last 4331|As long as the world's wide and wide 4331|As long as the world's wide and wide 4331|And all of the old loves that we had 4331|Are forgotten: 4331|And so all of the world's wide and wide 4331|Is for the soul that is old and sick 4331|That is for the soul that is old 4331|As long as the world's wide and wide 4331|And all of the old loves that we had 4331|Are forgotten. 4331|The World's Desire 4331|To the world's desire 4331|To the world's desire 4331|The World's Desire 4331|I am a butterfly 4331|In the breath of the Spring 4331|With a wish for the way 4331|As I pass the threshold 4331|And step into the night 4331|With a love within my breast 4331|As I pass the threshold 4331|And step into the night 4331|To seek for the way 4331|To seek for the way 4331|To seek for the way 4331|And the wild desire 4331|To go where the flowers may 4331|The World's Desire 4331|I am a worm in the mire, 4331|A shadow of the dust 4331|I would not be a part 4331|Of the life that I live 4331|I would not be a part 4331|Of the life that I live 4331|But it is mine 4331|It is mine 4331|The thing I long for 4331|It is the light of her eyes 4331|And the things that she sees 4331|The thing I long for 4331|Because because because because 4331|It is all that I need 4331|Because because because-- 4331|But it is all that I need 4331|Because because because 4331|It is all that I need 4331|Because because because } 4331|Because because } 4331|Because because } 4331|Because because 4331|Because because 4331|Because because 4331|Because because 4331|In the world that I live 4331|In the world that I live 4331|I know what I must do 4331|In the world that I live 4331|For her love,-- 4331|So let it be 4331|So let it be 4331|For her love, 4331|And the love of other women 4331|And the love of other men 4331|And the passion of other men 4331|And the passion of other men 4331|And the life that she has given 4331|And the life that she gives 4331|And the life that she gives 4331|For the life she has given 4331|But she is the life I need 4331|For the life that she gives 4331|Because because because 4331|Because because because 4331|Because because because 4331|As I went through the street 4331|And down the crowded square 4331|Of Broadway, one after one 4331|The spangles and flowers went up 4331|On every house, 4331|As if the whole world smiled together 4331 ======================================== SAMPLE 11890 ======================================== 20|His face before me so sublime, I beare 20|Unto the height of Pilchaean triumph high, 20|Which late we saw not; for our eyes were fixt. 20|But ere the winged Spirits hast no doubt 20|To our ascent had flown, they made their way 20|Without more part, and approaching near 20|Laurels grace, more glorious far than now 20|Ennobling, to my sight they chang'd their gree 20|In colour and appearance; they became 20|As when Aurora her fair face doth overspread, 20|Betokening spring-tide hope and heavenward travel. 20|The heav'nly Spirits with rendev'ning cry 20|Rav'd on and fought impenetrable fire; 20|At thir approach forth from within they tore 20|Thir flesh and shed convulsive smoke: then thus 20|Up brak'st the mountain, up as high as he 20|His stately stature rearing on his crest, 20|Prone to the Sun, who his suff'rings saw, 20|Approaching sore, thus spake th' omnific Word. 20|World in confusion, clear in error stand 20|If so God doom the world, who in him plac'd 20|Kingdoms, crowns, powers, prelates, prelates' office, 20|Majesties, powers, prelates' rights, liberties, 20|Fruits of earth, of sky, of ocean, springs, 20|Sulphures and springs; if so the word be true, 20|Sith after fire our race is fin'd, spurn'd, 20|Down from his throne, down to th' infernal pit, 20|DERRICA prognathiz'd, from crime and dust 20|Devoutly rend'n, if he but sober know 20|Who slew Sion's valiant son; or if he know 20|From whence his head broke off, or whither fled, 20|For whom in Heaven his glory spreads so wide: 20|For him, in Infernal no deluge down dropp'd, 20|But pours out vengeance from the great Divine. 20|When thou, O Heaven-born King, shalt come within 20|His watching eye, to witness if we know 20|From whence he sprang, and what he to endue 20|With sovereign dignity, and what he seeks 20|With hostile councils to undo what Heaven 20|Endued him, to his mighty heart will come 20|Pleasure and elocution, that this ground 20|May answer to thy hearing and thy eyes, 20|While great Minerva from her throne on high 20|Shall with unequall'd aspect by him appear, 20|Prompting her fieriest wrath, if any fear 20|Hinders his deed, as well that rash desire 20|Which on the seventh day led him from the place, 20|Our God is angry, and our anger sends forth 20|Seven Suns to battle; one and all prepare 20|To strike his face; till seven times re-inherit 20|The holy vows he plighted to his breath; 20|Eight and eight meet at his right hand, to stand 20|Enflamed with his fierce image, and inflame 20|His bloodshot eye, till all our fury spent, 20|He quench'd his flame in sleep, and took his flight. 20|Mean while the Kings, the high avenging hand, 20|Hath in the seventh seen approach the starry train; 20|Of these, th' exceeding large supply that mounted 20|Hath fallen in clouds, and to the lowest depth 20|Bent earth's foundations under; for from sight 20|Of them, of Heaven's just Lord, there is no light. 20|Him then, of Kings the strong com paragon, 20|Afar from battle, all his warriors stood, 20|And him this answer'd from his natal hill: 20|"What! are ye all detached, ye dead to life, 20|What honour, what reward, can I for these 20|Bestow, who, in my censorious humour, poor, 20|Lie slain in tents or mountains? What care I 20|To fill or to replenish a puny orb? 20|I care not, by your lives, though I have fill'd 20|Your vacant ages, which are more deserv'd 20|Than these, your lot submit; let them ======================================== SAMPLE 11900 ======================================== 3255|And, "Well, it's the end," you think. "I can't be in the end." 3255|Then you get so proud and feel you've got it, 3255|No matter what you say. 3255|"Then what do I care what people say - 3255|I have my own way. 3255|"I'm proud of how I did in my own sight 3255|Last time around; 3255|"Why not now?" you say. 3255|Then you go and leave. 3255|It's strange to feel that you don't 3255|Need to stand 3255|And watch what is going on with God: 3255|He is all-wise here. 3255|Let him be glad and proud of the years he's had; 3255|But you! 3255|You're a good little boy 3255|(And it's fun, to be a good little boy). 3255|"But not," you say, 3255|"What if I did get to the end first?" 3255|Then you don't know 3255|How very hard it is to do right by me; 3255|You don't know 3255|What a life is worth, 3255|And why you are so proud of it. 3255|When you get to the end you must say 3255|That you have made a name, 3255|And it's "Well, it's not the end." 3255|When you have made yourself a name 3255|You will not need to say, 3255|"Well, it's "Forgetting is not making!" . . . 3255|You will hold to that truth 3255|Without the pride. 3255|Then it's "Well, I won't forget, 3255|And so is she." When you have done 3255|The work for which you were destined, 3255|You will be happy to know 3255|That you were right. 3255|"Well, what did I do just now?" 3255|You cry. . . . 3255|(And it's "But I was not thinking!") 3255|"You came in the middle of it, 3255|Then you!" 3255|I do not know. I did not know! 3255|And, being young, 3255|I did not mind. 3255|What use to talk to me? 3255|I cannot understand 3255|What you say. 3255|I do not say, "Well, what else 3255|I found?" 3255|I do not say: "Oh! Well, you must 3255|Have been thinking!" 3255|I only say: "Why? . . . 3255|You thought!" 3255|When I am dead and nothing can tell me 3255|If I was right or wrong, 3255|That will be none of your concern - 3255|So that, when you ask me: "You proved it 3255|(Why, then, call me "Confirmed!")". . . 3255|No doubt the whole thing was made so 3255|For your disappointment. 3255|But, since I know I was right, 3255|Nothing that I did 3255|Would be of much consequence 3255|But what faith you feel. 3255|And since I know, even, if only 3255|You will not believe, 3255|That 'twas not just a matter of chance 3255|That I believed; 3255|So, from any kind of trouble 3255|Or peril, 3255|I'll think no less of that. 3255|The day is done: 3255|The day is in the sky: 3255|And I, with eyes of weeping, 3255|And hands outstretched 3255|Over my faithless world,-- 3255|A little sad, a little sad. 3255|And now the solemn hour has come. 3255|And now my duty is done, 3255|And nothing more to do. 3255|I am done with being sorry. 3255|I am free of my desire: 3255|I leave behind that weary world 3255|Lone and dismayed. 3255|The day is past: 3255|In the broad daylight, 3255|The day is done for aye; 3255|And I, not ======================================== SAMPLE 11910 ======================================== 1020|This is our day, this is the feast! 1020|This is the only one, my lord. 1020|A few more years of life the old 1020|Will yield, till men grow wiser, wiser. 1020|We who are old are very old, 1020|And men will not be enlightened till we are old. 1020|One of your old companions, 1020|One of four companions, 1020|Suffering from the other three, 1020|To the last it is the same. 1020|One has passed from us, we are dead. 1020|But you, my little man, 1020|I will tell you: 1020|It is not to be wondered at, 1020|Although you cannot die. 1020|And if, when you were young, 1020|You could not sleep, 1020|And you had not been dead before 1020|Your eyes grew heavy. 1020|But you were young and beautiful, 1020|You were not afraid; 1020|And your feet, you would run to your bed, 1020|You would be back again. 1020|And sometimes your heart beat too 1020|To your place there, 1020|When you had been at rest all night, 1020|And you rested on my breast. 1020|Then with the morning sweet 1020|You would be at rest once more: 1020|And the night before you had to see 1020|What was your last hour of love. 1020|And there was my last hour, 1020|And I held you to me. 1020|With my old hand as I held you close, 1020|You were mine, in spite of you. 1020|Then I held you close until the last, 1020|And the night of your love, 1020|And the night of your love, 1020|And I held you close, and kissed and caressed 1020|All my little darling boy. 1020|And I cried for it in my sleep. 1020|And my heart kept throbbing in my breast; 1020|And I kept saying to myself: 1020|If you loved me, I am content, 1020|For I love you, little man. 1020|And the night before you had to wait 1020|And the night before you died. 1020|And I had to wait and cry in pain. 1020|And I had to lie awake, 1020|While you laughed at your poor wife, 1020|And you walked about and laughed at me, 1020|And my heart kept throbbing there. 1020|And my heart kept throbbing and beating. 1020|And you told me how the children played. 1020|And my heart kept throbbing, and ringing. 1020|And all nights you were sleeping by me. 1020|Then I was silent, and then I was angry. 1020|And I had to sit beside you, 1020|With my arms about you, 1020|And kiss you and kiss you, and sigh for you. 1020|You would have been angry with me. 1020|And I had to sit and see it all, 1020|And you kept coming near to me, 1020|And saying for you were happy, happy time, 1020|When the children were happy with you. 1020|But the children are not with you now. 1020|Your old hands came again, 1020|And you said, "My, how the people think! 1020|Their love is so sweet it hurts me, 1020|I see them come, 1020|The children from your arms with laughter 1020|In the corner; 1020|Do you remember our happy times, 1020|And the night of our happiness?" 1020|And my heart seemed to beat wildly, 1020|And I kissed you; 1020|And your hands came a little closer 1020|And I said: "When your own children are sleeping 1020|Their old love is over, darling. 1020|And our young ones never again shall smile 1020|In our eyes and be happy. 1020|But your arms are ever near me still." 1020|And a little laugh laughed on you; 1020|And you said: "When the children go to sleep, 1020|I lie by them, 1020|And watch them with tender love. ======================================== SAMPLE 11920 ======================================== 9889|And you, O Love! may you be 9889|A kind and a holy thing. 9889|The eyes of the little lady 9889|Are all upon you, 9889|And yet, O little lady, 9889|Their glances are vain. 9889|You are a fair and a noble creature 9889|Because they see you 9889|But naught but a face of cold scorn 9889|At the ends of the universe. 9889|You are a fine and a bright creature 9889|Because they find you, 9889|And you have no face at all 9889|And no eyes of light, 9889|And none but a face of cold scorn 9889|At the ends of the universe. 9889|There is a certain kind of thing 9889|Which is not and which is not not not-- 9889|A bird which cannot fly 9889|And a fish which cannot swim; 9889|A bird which flutters like a bird 9889|And is neither beautiful nor fleet; 9889|A fish which neither gills nor stings; 9889|A bird which moves when the breeze moves-- 9889|Is the thing and is the thing. 9889|How the thing and the thing relate-- 9889|What the whole means!-- 9889|Only the eyes and the head!-- 9889|A bird upon my knee! 9889|"A little bird is a little thing, 9889|A little fish is a fine thing, 9889|A little bird is a nice thing 9889|And a little fish is a rare thing-- 9889|A bird and a fish is the best one!" 9889|He who is always waiting for me outside 9889|In the cold and the dew and the wind, 9889|With the lids half open and eyes glistening 9889|Upon his hat, 9889|He who is always waiting for me 9889|In the dark and the rain and the dew. 9889|He, and his kind, are in all spaces 9889|Shining and bright; 9889|They are the angels and they are the demons 9889|That scare us, oh my Love! 9889|Are the serpents that are writhing 9889|Thrice about their eyes, 9889|Are the demons that assail us 9889|In all the sultrances. 9889|Love, though he are of mortal birth, 9889|I have heard that his birth was with the gods,-- 9889|I have heard that his life was all divine, 9889|And his soul was like a golden thread 9889|Which hung about him with silvery care; 9889|But now--yet now, Love, am I afraid. 9889|Love, it was a beautiful face in the street 9889|That was all the world to me,-- 9889|For the gods, with their human smiles, 9889|Are a strange kind of gods to me. 9889|O soul that is so strangely fond of me, 9889|I think the god who was once all a man, 9889|Though beautiful, strange, and fair-- 9889|May have changed back again. 9889|I saw her just now. . . . 9889|"Oh, what a splendid storm you've sent!" 9889|"I wonder who will take my place?" 9889|"I'll be all right then; you'll surely do!" 9889|Oh, the lovely storm that swept across the sky 9889|And covered the village with snow! 9889|I see that she is sitting in front of the shop 9889|With an ice-cream cone in her hand. 9889|For the cone was stuck there when she put it there, 9889|And the snow has gathered round it now; 9889|It is quite time to eat it--I do not see 9889|What she might like the taste of my chocolate. 9889|I wonder if she knows I am a boy, 9889|And how they've made me a god to appease him, 9889|Whose heart is not the same as a girl's anymore, 9889|And I wonder if she knows I am afraid. 9889|And she is sitting there so cold and white, 9889|With the ice-cream still stuck to her hand; 9889|I'm so tired of the world I love so well-- 9889|What is it ======================================== SAMPLE 11930 ======================================== 24334|Where the long line of the church spanned the fields to the sea, 24334|With a bower of rose, and a shade of a violet. 24334|The young bride sat and cried; but the bridegroom smiled, 24334|As he looked upon her; and then--as he sat and sighed-- 24334|She fell; and she made no sound, as she lay there dead. 24334|Yet--at least the bridegroom knew of the deed well, 24334|And took the sword from the bride-bed on the river side; 24334|But the young bridegroom he looked, and--no voice or face, 24334|As he looked upon the face of the maid he'd wed. 24334|One day I saw that maid of ancient days! 24334|In her hair, of that long soft colour 24334|Whose lustre and beauty make 24334|A pearl the pearl-of-medal. 24334|Her eyes are ever awake; 24334|Her heart is always by; 24334|She sees afar, far away, 24334|Her future husband's fame. 24334|So, when the summer sun is sleeping, 24334|And the flowers are waking to life, 24334|She dreams of him for whom they spring, 24334|And feel the joy of his name; 24334|And so she hears the songs from the waters, 24334|As of another's name. 24334|It came to pass in that day that I saw her 24334|Upon the river-bank, alone, alone: 24334|And, looking up, I could not, could not see her, 24334|My eyes were downward cast. 24334|But when I turned, her form I'd seen before, 24334|And knew she was I now was lost to view; 24334|Then up began in me to yearn for her,-- 24334|To see her eyes light up, her hair rise wild; 24334|To hear her voice come, with a long, strange stir,-- 24334|To see her lips' red bloom. 24334|'Twas a summer's noon, in the May-day, 24334|In the village of the same, 24334|In the court-yard of the church, one summer, 24334|Before the children stood and stared; 24334|It was the mother's, and she spoke to the 24334|little ones aloud. 24334|She bade her children come and be with her-- 24334|Oh, so gracious she spoke! 24334|"I love you all, and my love will still 24334|Stay with you year by year," she said, 24334|As they stood in the twilight of the year. 24334|And, looking up, I could not, could not see her, 24334|My eyes were downward cast; 24334|But when the sun was sunken in the west, 24334|And darkness veiled the scene, 24334|I heard--as from a far-off rocky cleft 24334|I had heard echoes roar-- 24334|A little voice, "What is it, my little 24334|Daughter, hath happened to-day?" 24334|"Daughter," she thin her eyes, "the cowslip 24334|And the red tulip stood at my door,-- 24334|For the little children all had come 24334|To the fair one's wedding. 24334|I did as the mother of the children 24334|Had bid me, and I found them all 24334|Where the little children stood at my door, 24334|While I was away forlorn, 24334|And kissed them, as I kissed their little mother 24334|When she saw me go. 24334|Then, while all the fair ones in the row 24334|Called and cheered me,--"Mother, dear, dear!" 24334|I asked them what was strange--their words came slow, 24334|And were so sweet and meek. 24334|There was one, alone, that said, an eager child, 24334|"Daughter, dine with us, when we're back again. 24334|The food--you look hungry--say, have you none 24334|To share with us?" 24334|Then I told her,--not in words but in deed,-- 24334|Their food awaited them,--the home-done song 24334|B ======================================== SAMPLE 11940 ======================================== 20956|But now 'tis past and gone, but ere it be, 20956|To me it is more sweet to be alone, 20956|For solitude, when it has a season, 20956|Bears sweetest things on its bosom; so it was. 20956|To be alone, to lose myself in aught 20956|Which the whole world has given, is more sweet 20956|Than in the world to have one's whole substance; 20956|As, if you will, I may have all you be. 20956|If all the world have not, then you're all, 20956|And I, my dear, you have none; but I knew 20956|The very centre of the whole great world 20956|Somewhere underneath a green-girdled cloud; 20956|And where it is not, is, and, and were; 20956|It is not in a hole, and where it is not 20956|I have not to look up to any star. 20956|Ah! 'tis but in a lump, the very same; 20956|Ah! 'twas there you said, as you took me first, 20956|And as I was walking all together 20956|Straying to the end of my life, I lost, 20956|Thoughts and memories as it seems to be; 20956|And, too, a little money which I lent 20956|The old and ailing one, as being sweet 20956|In the dark hole, where it was, shall remain 20956|When I shall look up to my heaven now. 20956|Ah, now that I find thus that heaven does 20956|Have something in it not to hurt the heart, 20956|What should follow?--Let's see, dear, for the first, 20956|Dear, and best end of all, a little love, 20956|A little of my heart and a little of mine. 20956|The next is your heart, my dear, 20956|That from of old did not love me; 20956|The next, your hand, my dear, 20956|In love to lie upon my lips; 20956|The third is your heart, my dear, 20956|And all my being full of you; 20956|But most your heart, my fair, 20956|And all your being full of me. 20956|Love's first first first-born: 20956|The next first-born, the last last last, 20956|Of what shall come after we have died, 20956|The nextmost next to be named. 20956|Love's second first first-born: 20956|The second last first-born last, 20956|Whose next is our last next-of-kin. 20956|Love's third then second last 20956|That is as last after we are dead, 20956|And then our last is our last last. 20956|Love's third then second last 20956|That is as second last after death, 20956|And then our next is our next in death. 20956|Love's fourth then second last 20956|That is as second last after death, 20956|And then our second last is our second last. 20956|Love's fourth then second last 20956|That is as second last, whose second last. 20956|A thousand dances, 20956|A thousand loves, 20956|A thousand hearts, 20956|A thousand kisses, 20956|A thousand loves that are forgotten never; 20956|But the last lover's fire, whose flaming heart 20956|Shall yet go out with love, shall yet be mine. 20956|My second-love, in all that's noble and true, 20956|In all that's beautiful, in all that's fair, 20956|Shall yet go out with me. 20956|My second-love in all that's worthy of praise, 20956|In all that's beautiful, in all that's right, 20956|Shall yet go out with me. 20956|My third-love--a queen by the sweet sea shore, 20956|On whom the golden boughs are leaning-- 20956|She may forget me not; but yet shall she bring 20956|From out her breast the dew that slept for me. 20956|But my third-love in all that's worthy of fame, 20956|In all that's beautiful, in all that ======================================== SAMPLE 11950 ======================================== 3650|The moon and the stars in the darkness 3650|In the sky of the world with its stars 3650|All have fled and gone down into it, 3650|Lights, and shadows of night; 3650|Yet still, upon the darkening earth 3650|The earth weeps and grieves, and thinks 3650|Of a life of beauty passed away, 3650|But not of the life to be, 3650|The dream is dead in her heart, 3650|All things are changed 3650|In the world with its stars and moon. 3650|The night has no wings like the stars, 3650|The stars have no tails to bear them; 3650|The moons have no faces of light 3650|To smile upon, to love, to bless; 3650|The earth has no thoughts or wishes 3650|Save the thought that we have not done 3650|Alike for man, nor shall do 3650|For any creature after death, 3650|For any man but his own soul, 3650|For that alone which knows no wrong, 3650|Bade her children flee from her 3650|Because she was blind and deaf. 3650|Yet the stars are deaf as the worst of men, 3650|And blind as the worst of poets, the fool of fools: 3650|The night has no wings to soar so high 3650|And none to run on such a weary fire, 3650|And none to run in such a far-stretching ring! 3650|The moon has no arms to cradle and rest on; 3650|The night has no lips to kiss so softly 3650|The soft hand of heaven holds no lips to breathe 3650|To the blessed stars and to earth's welcome babe. 3650|The morning stars like gold hair set on, 3650|Like hair about the forehead of God, 3650|Shower bright and soft through heaven's green air 3650|Upon the face of the good Lord God! 3650|We, like the golden curls, that curl 3650|Up the cold, blue face of the morning! 3650|We, like the morning's face of light 3650|That smiles down from an opening palm-- 3650|Aflame with the pure and holy light 3650|We are, and shall remain, for aye! 3650|The earth, with all its crooks of green, 3650|And pinks of dew, and bells of gold 3650|Ripe at her birth from the milky rest, 3650|And the green heaven is a nest 3650|For us, the stars, who have no plumes 3650|Or sails for heaven beside us cast. 3650|We, like the morning's face of love, 3650|With eyes that burn like golden fire, 3650|And sweet young lips our parting kiss 3650|Do kiss with love, where'er we go, 3650|And where life's weeds of rest are strown, 3650|Beneath the green shade of heaven's breast, 3650|Where'er fair flowers of all hues hang 3650|Till life's crown is on the brow of night. 3650|But we that, from our morning rose-trees plucked, 3650|Shall look through a new morning here at last, 3650|When the first light of the world shall shine full-shine, 3650|Shall see no misty bowers, but, all-clear, 3650|Our own fair land lie sun-ward under us! 3650|Out of our hands, but out of our hearts, 3650|The land, the life-giving stream, shall rise. 3650|O sweet, to whom life's morning rose 3650|Is but a morning flower with you. 3650|For when, with its blushing saints and holy, 3650|Our lives are hung in festal robes and flowers, 3650|Their rosy buds o'erleafing heaven shall blossom 3650|And bear to earth's heart in gifts of fruit and gold 3650|The dawn-stars and the world! 3650|But ere the dawn shall bring to light our birth, 3650|Or the world's first morning be upon us; 3650|Ere we stand up in the world's great noon, 3650|Ere the white-browed morning shall look back, 3650|And look on this fair land, whose ======================================== SAMPLE 11960 ======================================== 24869|For that I ne’er could see his face, 24869|But when I heard the name of him 24869|Whose ear is pierced by shafts that jar 24869|Of Vánars or Brahmá’s care. 24869|O, would some boon from Vishṇu’s hand 24869|Had borne this dire desire away, 24869|Which, if my son had died, would make 24869|The fiend of such a fiend the might. 24869|Hast thou not ever in thy breast 24869|The name of Yáma, Raghu’s son, 24869|Whose evil mind and evil deeds 24869|Are still the woes of humankind. 24869|Thy heart’s delight, O King, beware 24869|The evil he will do, 24869|And grant, O Deenday, but small grace 24869|To him thou art about to greet.” 24869|Canto XIX. Visvámitra’s Story. 24869|When that bold Vánar saw him speak 24869|And tried to turn away his eyes, 24869|With sudden flush of grief he stood, 24869|And thus to Janak’s child replied: 24869|“Oh thou mayst do thy Ráma’s claim 24869|So hard that never hope of man 24869|Thou mayst for aye betake thy soul 24869|To this and that undertaking, 24869|As if thou wouldst joy and gain 24869|At my approach in hope to win. 24869|Thou hast not heard the fiend whose hand 24869|The tree of Ráma from its root 24869|Had torn from Raghu, king of men, 24869|Who in the wood of Life dwelt. 24869|Yet Ráma’s sire is here, my lord, 24869|And lies at Rávaṇ’s feet.” 24869|When, as he spoke, the Vánar raised 24869|His head as high as highest mount 24869|That drew the sun’s whole field of light, 24869|While tears fell fast from his eyes, 24869|Thus spoke to that fierce warrior: 24869|“See Ráma once more my arms,” 24869|He cried, “and, though the sun is high, 24869|See Lakshmaṇ ’scape the fire which hither led 24869|His lord for succour to the sea. 24869|No wily stroke the foe repelled; 24869|No dart which arrow-sharp can stay, 24869|Fierce as the lion black and strong 24869|That roars and howls as fierce he stands: 24869|Yet for my aid again I stand. 24869|He, for these arms, as mighty as he, 24869|Forsooth shall slay this fiend that drew 24869|His bow and arrows and each pointed steel, 24869|Or all my might shall fail him. 24869|The fruitless task that waits on him 24869|To slay this fiend, my lord, is sore. 24869|In vain the Vánar guides his bow 24869|And seeks the fiend, but when he draws 24869|His arrow, that he misses, flies, 24869|Like Indra’s fire that blinds the eyes 24869|When from the heavenly lamp it glows. 24869|When by my shafts he falls, at length 24869|My strength at length shall fail to stay, 24869|And Lakshmaṇ, when I sink to rest 24869|Within my own retreat of flowers. 24869|O, if with sword the fiend I slew 24869|And drove the arrow at his heart, 24869|By all the might of Raghu’s seed, 24869|And all the weapons with him brought, 24869|Then would I fail not in this strife, 24869|But would my bow and arrows grant, 24869|And with him slain this fiend destroy, 24869|Then in the gloomless night again 24869|The fiend’s and I might face the same. 24869|O Ráma, might I arm again, 24869|And thou the battle-shaft wield, 24869|With sword and mace, by all ======================================== SAMPLE 11970 ======================================== 1279|And, in the end, when all is said, 1279|I'll write o'er thy last sad page 1279|A letter in thy sight, 1279|An' send thee back thine ain true love, 1279|Wha speaks sae sweetly to thy ear, 1279|With the best o' heart and hand, 1279|Ae letter of a kiss, 1279|And sets yon lake a-shine, 1279|For a' we hear an' see a' angels be'ind. 1279|Sweet, be good, dear, dear! 1279|Tho' I had God at present, 1279|God I might be worse 1279|Than you or Elizabeth's age, 1279|Or ever ye've been before. 1279|If I had God at present, 1279|Ye Gods above, I should see 1279|A thousand deaths before me laid 1279|That's why I'm so d--d. 1279|I want them, I--and ye; 1279|Yer love to me a living gain, 1279|That's why I'm so drowsy. 1279|To be with you! doo doo doo doo. 1279|It's that, an' that, an' that; 1279|I want them, I--and ye; 1279|Go to your bed, ye'll offend me so, 1279|I've had too much care in yer nappy. 1279|"The Lord made out a Man," by Charles Fry, _Written for the present 1279|Gentleman, We are almost come into the season 1279|Of dear Mr. F--l--d's returning home; 1279|For he, sae b--cht as a king, 1279|Hath left this world forrahnc akrew--, 1279|But he's come back safe at the season after warning, 1279|And danc'd to the Rose and the Astarte, 1279|And he's danc'd to the Rose and the Astarte. 1279|We're proud they ladies come nippy: 1279|Ourselves shoo's himsel', and hersel', 1279|To ourselves too, if we'll but keep our vow, 1279|We'll keep our vow. 1279|We're loo!--and we're loo!--and we're loo! 1279|Tho' we're b--cht as a king, 1279|He's ta'en his drappy a', and he's ta'en his drappy, 1279|It's we who are wi' the wind in our faces, sae whist, 1279|As aye we're wi' the wind. 1279|He heeds not the clattering wawpies, 1279|Nor counts the kye that please him best; 1279|He feels no man's hurt that standeth not by, 1279|Nor any man's praise that is undeserved; 1279|"He hates not flesh with souple face," 1279|Says Shakespeare. 1279|He heeds not the cry of hurt thou get not in head, 1279|Nor the curse of loss if to be good one's tried; 1279|But he'd be all right, if he could get t' th' frontiers, 1279|As aye t' th' frontiers. 1279|There is a noble Lord that hath a high-born peer; 1279|Tho' some there be that love him, yet freen'st the tongue, 1279|To praise as daft a thing that yet is daft; 1279|It is but noble Lord's word, 1279|It is but noble Lord's word. 1279|There is a noble Lord, that hath a high-born Peer; 1279|I am he, and he is I; 1279|There is a noble Lord, that hath a high-born Peer, 1279|A b--ch o' us throu'the earsel hill; 1279|As b--ch o' us throu'the earsel hill. 1279|There is a noble Lord, that hath a high-born Peer; 1279|I trust his word to do. 1279|There is a noble Lord, that hath a high-born Peer 1279|That dungare ev' l ======================================== SAMPLE 11980 ======================================== 1279|A' maun be the first to know! 1279|An' I've sic a mind to tell-- 1279|But I sha'n't name the name-- 1279|That this is the last 1279|Afore de wedding-week! 1279|An', I doubt na, sir, but it'll be de time 1279|Your hame sud be plaizin' in new green; 1279|An' deir wills o' meat an' winnock, 1279|May nip like a ceed: 1279|But deir ain't mair ca'd Lassie Jane, 1279|Wi' luve's nae doubt but we'll get along: 1279|Syne, sud deir maun to sing at ten 1279|At deir young-man's song, 1279|Syne, deir maun to crack on deir pitch 1279|O' gude sang, o' gude sang o' gude Jane! 1279|Deir ain't ca'd luve or ain! 1279|An' gin we were but three 1279|He'd win a cot au sunny air, 1279|An' tak good care o' us, young men! 1279|An' tak' hooly livin' sheen 1279|For sic an' urgent reasons, 1279|An' leevin' luve's maun be seen, young men! 1279|Deir ain't no saucy, lassie! 1279|She needs nae coof upon her 1279|To say, "Her fair face ye'll loe." 1279|But say, "How is it now ye see, 1279|Her genty body ye loe?" 1279|Then, gin ye're hae some au sunny air, 1279|Deir isn't no lassie, 1279|But young Mary Loves a new head; 1279|For she's nae mair sae fair. 1279|And deir lips o' charnel smile 1279|On Mary's bonie mou'; 1279|An' if this e'er was seen to lie, 1279|Sae we'll see our ain, Mary Loves. 1279|When I was young an' skelpin' in the flares, 1279|Owd Janus, with his auld scythe blade, 1279|An' scythe-grass stappit in his grutchi' grutch, 1279|Was ae bairn, an' royal: 1279|He was thriftless, an' hirple, hirple, 1279|As the cheek o' the bride. 1279|I was thriftless, an' hirple, hirple, 1279|My mother was hirple, 1279|An' the braw brood o' her bonie lasses 1279|Were a' hirple, hirple, 1279|Sae I row'd in the warl', my bonie laddie, 1279|Or the hirple, hirple, 1279|As the cheek o' the bride. 1279|I met a lassie on the green, 1279|She stacher the bar on Gunniford Braes; 1279|I stacher the bar to stacher her, 1279|Sae I stacher the bar on her, 1279|And made it my ain, 1279|And the lass I liked na 1279|She liked na me. 1279|I roamed the wood wi' Paul Revere, 1279|And Polly was his merry mither; 1279|He brought me his matchlock, crystal, 1279|And bore it sae hie 1279|On the fair Sutherland Ledney 1279|As we wend our way 1279|On the fair Sutherland Ledney 1279|I wander'd by the broomy braes, 1279|And I watched the breaking showers, 1279|Gathering wondrous tales to tell 1279|O' thievish fancies of the mind. 1279|My Polly was a pennie, fair, 1279|A cock of pride for to behold, 1279|And I was as proud as ever mark, 1279|But soon she was chang'd to a dusky swine, 1279|With a tail ======================================== SAMPLE 11990 ======================================== 24644|Bethink thee at the last: 24644|For he was a young gentleman, 24644|And had great business sense, 24644|His clothes were very well made, 24644|And the money in his sight. 24644|He bought a new hat for his hair, 24644|All of yellow, and blue, 24644|And a coat of the softest white, 24644|And a cap of the brightest red. 24644|He bought a new scarf for his neck, 24644|With a little cloud in the middle, 24644|A hat of the softest down, 24644|And a cap of the softest back-- 24644|So there was a fit of conscience, 24644|For the little cloud in the sky; 24644|But the moral never will pass 24644|For the dress that man has to wear. 24644|And now to our music. 24644|And the song, I pray, go on, 24644|And it is so musical 24644|I could eat my dinner in 24644|If all the streets and all the parks 24644|Grew to be crowded with children; 24644|If all the churches went well, 24644|With their little wands in their hands, 24644|And if all the people prayed 24644|In the streets and all the yards; 24644|If all the fire hydrants knew 24644|What the Scriptures say concerning 24644|Throwing the baby in a ditch, 24644|When the plumber's wife shall weep, 24644|And the doctor shall advise 24644|To leave the child till his wages be paid; 24644|I think that we should do as much 24644|As we could do in order now! 24644|My little boy, what makes thee so 24644|Happy, that thou shouldst cry? 24644|When that the plough boy toiled and wept 24644|It was a joy to him. 24644|My little boy, we need not be 24644|Too fond of reading these lines, 24644|For we can sit and write to one-- 24644|And he will write to us his joys. 24644|And what is labour if thy lot 24644|Can be with thy bread cast loose? 24644|O little boy, thy want of ease 24644|Can surely be thy right. 24644|Go fetch my younger brother John, 24644|And give him brandy and bread, 24644|And let him suckle a young goat 24644|That swims upon the river-side. 24644|Then when thy John shall cry, "_My tongue_ 24644|_Shall weep and wail for me_." 24644|What is the use of standing so long, 24644|When all the trees are growing gay? 24644|Let us grow along the brook, while it is yet 24644|Green in the grass in front of our door. 24644|If it should rain at all--at all, I know-- 24644|And we should all be drowned--and all drown-- 24644|We will lay in the river without a sound, 24644|And watch the water lily bloom again. 24644|I saw her first as it smiled by the sea-- 24644|I saw her white foot as it danced the flood-- 24644|I was alone in the desert of my mind. 24644|We were lovers, and I was the first-- 24644|I was the first who came--the first who came! 24644|I came from the mountain with one prayer, 24644|I came from the desert with one word; 24644|I come because the desert is at strife 24644|With the infinite stars of the sky, 24644|With the ocean, and your beauty for guide, 24644|With the wind to lead and my love to bring. 24644|They will think a great wrong was done to me-- 24644|They will think my heart was out of tune-- 24644|I will go back to the sea and to you, 24644|I will wait till you come down again. 24644|I will wait till the night is over there, 24644|I will wait till my heart is troubled there, 24644|Till you come in from the heaven of your wings-- 24644|Oh, how can love be in the desert more sweet! 24644|I saw in a dream in the ======================================== SAMPLE 12000 ======================================== 1279|A' to the mornin', an' a' that. 1279|Whate'er wi' power, or speed, or place, 1279|To please th' bein' poor and me, 1279|Thy noblest, saftest part, I ween, 1279|Is thy voice to tell the truth. 1279|Sae, when ony venture, sae dear, 1279|By this or that chance may cast, 1279|Thou'rt the first to find the source 1279|Of mischief, which, if left untold, 1279|By thy still patience, soon will waste. 1279|Thou, when in pursuit art placed, 1279|'Tis naething that remains behind; 1279|For nature's self, at best, will leave, 1279|When she runs nae hazard again, 1279|But in ane can never meet; 1279|Thou'rt the least, yet most, of a' 1279|The sons of fate and chance. 1279|Thou's fisshen up an' fa' that live, 1279|But then an' love ye for thysel 1279|Wi' saft gust o' wind, thou hast nane 1279|To fash thy fin' by for that. 1279|But tho' thy gentry hae the power 1279|O' to inshrine their rights in law, 1279|Thy heart, like a lassie's breast, 1279|Is private to thy self. 1279|A bonie, wee, wee thing! 1279|Gin ye're sae poor, ye'll gie't; 1279|An' gin ye're sae rich, ye'll swear. 1279|Sae think on't, my only son, 1279|Ye well may play the man; 1279|An' if ye muckle ken, ye'll ween 1279|Wad hae e'en a penny. 1279|I hae a wee, it shoot, 1279|And a bonie lassie, 1279|But far awa to seek her, 1279|I canna scaith her. 1279|The wee, wee thing gie me o' her; 1279|If I maun say maist, 1279|I'll drink the heckle's mool, 1279|Wi' my father's ain wife. 1279|I hae o' the best o' the lan', 1279|I hae the capital; 1279|There's muckle o' the auld capital 1279|I'm sure he wad gie me, 1279|For there ae day he wad gie a' 1279|That wadna fory a lassie, 1279|Sae wanton and o'er mair, 1279|For he was aye sae gude. 1279|I'm baith a' gude, and aye sair, 1279|The lassie wi' the hair o' gold; 1279|There's nought but poverty in my breast, 1279|And ance I mightna thank mae Heaven, 1279|For my maw'll buy her anither. 1279|I gaed to the sea, I gaed to the sea, 1279|To sea, to sea; 1279|I gaed to the sea, I ganed to the sea, 1279|To sea at noon, 1279|Though the winds blew rough, 1279|And the waves were wild, 1279|The gentle, gentle, gentle waves 1279|Blowing on my barque. 1279|My bark is the barque that ever bore 1279|A Jack-hat on the seas; 1279|On its rocky shoulder rests 1279|My giddy fo'k, 1279|It maks a fient a buckle. 1279|My anchor is the anchor wild 1279|That ever braved the gale: 1279|My row-locks are the locks 1279|That gilded my chain; 1279|My beautee is the beautee that was there, 1279|Wha wadna think o' the borrow'd beautee 1279|That gies my waist a bounce? 1279|And oh! wha wadna gie me, to stray ======================================== SAMPLE 12010 ======================================== 10602|With fayre and maidennes all myn hertes dide 10602|Playne and glade, and to them playned many a showre. 10602|And by the brydale, where they lay in a bower, 10602|She toke them a chambre, and doun with good store, 10602|And with a grene boughe of a greene tree there set 10602|A rich pavilion, the which he had made; 10602|The which he did, and hung it with a skie: 10602|On that same pavilion he would make a bower; 10602|Right as was first done in France, there stood 10602|A pavilion to the King of that dores, 10602|And to King Charles of France his chamberlain, 10602|As he was on a night in a passe out of towne. 10602|The passe he did, and made his house withal, 10602|In which were the fair yongenes of the place, 10602|As his great yonges the fayre house overcom. 10602|He made the bedd, and made the chaynte and hede, 10602|Bothe of the blode yong men; they made the fote. 10602|He made the strete, and made for him a bed, 10602|Of good silky twine, steele, and of passees 10602|He made the passe, and for the passe he made, 10602|He bade him take him a tyme, and to him lay 10602|A tyme brod, and a tyme beautee and a bed. 10602|The childes on couches of good silk were laid, 10602|On couches of good silk, and on couches of bloke, 10602|Of good hale, of good bolde, of good olde, 10602|Of good hode and highte, of fine nyneyneyne; 10602|And one to other made a poynt of kisses. 10602|The passe he made, the tyme he made he nere, 10602|That it were good to put of on the hepe 10602|In the childes handes to knowe it was begottene. 10602|Then with a loud houndes name the childes were hote. 10602|He made the bedd, and bade them on it to sleep, 10602|For they that slumbe were slumbering sore; 10602|The tyme he made was good with the fote softe, 10602|And bade them on it lay a good lintinge. 10602|Then of those tyme was one, and in the bedd, 10602|She that the childes slept by, that damns them awry, 10602|As they for wantonnesse had slept by and las*, 10602|That they might noght slumbe, but in theyr gost wyse. 10602|She made a crape for loue, and with that forth he 10602|Made the childes both fair and ruther good, 10602|And bade them on it cause their soules to blynde, 10602|That they might be weshed with goddes mynde of good. 10602|The childes in the passe, and in the bedd, 10602|Laughed at the bedd, and dweld the chayne with that; 10602|And had a lyfte ioy to have in their lyfe, 10602|That they with that, as they were childes of hewe, 10602|They wolde ne knowe themselfe, ne know the lawe of chere. 10602|So welle he with his chere so was begottene, 10602|That all the childes thought themselvese begottene 10602|In that borde, where all were faire and good 10602|For good loues sake, and good soone after bad. 10602|That childe was well mery, that childe was feble, 10602|That childe was weltering in his backe and weble, 10602|That they with handes welte and with floure wepe. 10602|And therefore the childe was of good condicion, 10602|That of the childe he ======================================== SAMPLE 12020 ======================================== 24815|Whose name at once is given and taken away, 24815|And that which thou shalt nevermore behold, 24815|No more shalt know how far with thee it hath prevailed. 24815|'He lives, he dies, without fame or fame's pretense: 24815|His name is his sole ornament, and vestal; 24815|Not his own alone, he hath but but one reward: 24815|We do not know what he hath done, but he hath done some good.' 24815|"And now, my son, I see thee in despair, 24815|And that same hour of misery bring forth; 24815|No more thou canst recall to remembrance the past; 24815|Thy father is unknown, thy mother is unknown, 24815|But thou and we are one, and known as strangers are. 24815|"And thus the present hath the power to drive 24815|A future memory from the memory's seat. 24815|So much is lost, is taken from us not conceived; 24815|And therefore it becomes thee to feel quite free. 24815|"Thy mother is the mother of thy father; 24815|The house is all his, the landscape the picture; 24815|And what was he, the man, who is now alive, 24815|Can not be he, but another of his name." 24815|"Thine is the gift," he sighs, "but I the one 24815|Is still the one that loved thee, and the one 24815|That lived the life thou lovest--not thou so dearly. 24815|I am the one who gave thee the last word, 24815|I--so poor, so wretched, I have been undone! 24815|"The love that life owes to those it has cherished 24815|Is no esteem'd, or said, or understood; 24815|But as a boon was giv'n; and so I think it good 24815|To leave it, and the world, as we have done." 24815|"And so," and they have done all they can, 24815|And, while they tell, still, still look and laugh. 24815|How often with a tear she could weep 24815|As if her love were broken and extinct! 24815|How often she would sigh and mourn, 24815|And so again would laugh till dawn grew dim! 24815|If to a dream the man consigns his joy, 24815|To them he loses, he gains the joy; 24815|If to the heart it burst where he intended, 24815|The heart its break--it breaks in other ears. 24815|The sun may shine, the moon may be in sight, 24815|But all his joy has vanished forever; 24815|And in what hopes her image may appear, 24815|When all the dream has been forgot, 24815|Or if it still be there or not at all, 24815|There never will be any doubt about; 24815|But how can love of friendship, hope of love, 24815|In so frail a thing so quickly perish? 24815|But then, in what a sad and fearful scene, 24815|Without the man is here a man, 24815|And without the man, without the man! 24815|And in what way of happiness is this, 24815|That man's but of woman born?" 24815|"The sun, moon, clouds, the air, 24815|And all things round the sun, 24815|But all within our own sphere, 24815|Are but the mirror of him: 24815|For him, all Nature's power, 24815|Her works in Nature's order, 24815|Her motions in Art's measure, 24815|His influence in Art's picture, 24815|Is but the shadow of his figure; 24815|And is but a thing of nought, 24815|That only is, and never was." 24815|"My boy, and what dost thou admire? 24815|What but the look of that dear face? 24815|And what the eyes do look on me? 24815|But what does look is true, methinks; 24815|I never can be loved aright." 24815|"The man, my boy, is all that may be, 24815|Without the charms of thee, without thee, 24815|Thou only, and the man's alone, 24815|Who, ======================================== SAMPLE 12030 ======================================== 28591|He is not what he seems. 28591|In some fair morn of June, 28591|When evening shadows lengthen 28591|'Tis joy to think that he 28591|Has known what's best for us. 28591|We can but dream, we can but trust; 28591|Our lives are full of danger; 28591|But in the end he must 28591|Take our little hold away, 28591|And be a father, too. 28591|He cannot come too soon, 28591|Or plead too long in vain; 28591|Time is not to be bought; 28591|We may not, cannot, count the cost. 28591|We only see what's there, 28591|And he may see us but in dream; 28591|In this poor world, where we must 28591|Grow and decay apart. 28591|He cannot come too soon; 28591|All, all is thine to bless; 28591|Yet ere thy gift is given, 28591|Think upon this bitter word,-- 28591|O, think, thou only canst! 28591|For though thy gifts are many, 28591|Few are thy recipients still; 28591|And the heart that would have given 28591|Will not, will not have done. 28591|He cannot come too soon; 28591|Too soon comes the gift to know; 28591|Too soon a bitter word 28591|Swells, and makes me tremble more. 28591|Is he not mine, who, long ago, 28591|When this world's sorrows past, 28591|To thee, my fellow-goddess, returned, 28591|And, in thy presence found 28591|The strength that in life's dim trail lay 28591|In the high mission first begun? 28591|Then rose thy presence, like the moon, 28591|And lighted on my way; 28591|Then came thy coming--as the tide 28591|A ship that draws to sea 28591|Goes, in the moonlight, toward me. 28591|That is the best of times, with thee 28591|I dwell for evermore; 28591|When each, in each, the soul is high, 28591|And each, in each, the heart-- 28591|That is the best of times, with thee. 28591|We have got a right to be thankful; we have got a power 28591|of justification, 28591|And ought of justification; 28591|And by the grace that runs through every human heart, 28591|We can, in God, have Him. 28591|Thou hast been faithful in the bosom, O my dear Lord; 28591|Thou hast been faithful in the world; 28591|Thou hast been faithful in the world in which we live; 28591|Thou hast been faithful in the world where thou hast been born; 28591|Thou hast been faithful in the world by which thou dost live. 28591|O Jesus! Who shalt thou praise? 28591|I will but say that I adore Thee 28591|In part, and chiefly, He; 28591|Who, with love and awe sincere, 28591|And a perfect spirit in my heart, 28591|Made my poor nature good, 28591|And raised me from the common herd 28591|To a life of such renown 28591|As the world would prize but little-- 28591|Whose name alone I know. 28591|O Jesus! Who shalt thou praise? 28591|I will but say that I adore Thee 28591|Most, and laud the very more 28591|Who in life's small things made a difference; 28591|Who didst clothe the feet of angels 28591|In the naked skin of a brute; 28591|And didst leave the hands and feet of sinners 28591|In the oven, or the shop-floor, 28591|To do the very things of sinners-- 28591|And this is mighty praise. 28591|O Jesus! Who shalt thou praise? 28591|And so farewell, to-day; 28591|The work was good; and the service sweet; 28591|And what else? a place to sleep at night! 28591|So farewell, to-day; 28591|But still I think of Him who made thee, 28591| ======================================== SAMPLE 12040 ======================================== May he live a long life? 23972|Who knows? 23972|A man's a man for ninety odd years, 23972|With fifty little children at heart; 23972|And they're all men, and will be forever, 23972|For he made them for his own sweet sake. 23972|And I can't help wishing he had 'em 23972|Without his wealth, beauty and renown; 23972|And he might keep his own, though he were sold, 23972|And still make a man, if he lived for a year. 23972|Then he'd be young and green, in his own shade, 23972|With his own sweet will, and his own sweet joys; 23972|And still be making a man with his art, 23972|And still be singing, still be making a song. 23972|There was a time when he was very small; 23972|And I, through his mother, am very small; 23972|I, the only boy; 23972|And I, the only cat. 23972|We lived all alone, 23972|With him beside, on the hill 23972|Near the mill, 23972|And me in the thicket beside 23972|The hazel boles, 23972|And the high hill, 23972|And the hazel trees. 23972|But he never missed 23972|Its ivy spreading leaf, 23972|Or leafy gale; 23972|But I was his sole care. 23972|I was glad, I was sad, 23972|If he but came to me, 23972|And stayed beside me there; 23972|Or sat and made no noise, 23972|But waited me at the gate. 23972|I was just his only child, 23972|And he was my only child, 23972|My one delight 23972|And all my joy. 23972|When I was young and gay, 23972|I had my time to play, 23972|With him to play with; 23972|But lately, sad to tell, 23972|He has grown worse... 23972|He has begun to sneeze, 23972|And now I see him pass 23972|Into his grave.... 23972|For, sad to tell, he has lost 23972|His little night-cap blue, 23972|And, in the morn, he lies... 23972|I'm very sorry... 23972|Then come, with me, 23972|To the grave with me. 23972|A man of his country, 23972|In every truth renowned, 23972|As the world was wide 23972|He fought with glory's sword. 23972|His heart was strong and true, 23972|And never failed him while, 23972|And every thought was right, 23972|And every act was light, 23972|And every foe was fair, 23972|And he never failed a friend. 23972|He was full of noble pride, 23972|And all men hailed him well; 23972|But now, alas! he's grown old and dead. 23972|You that have loved a wife 23972|Too coldly and too long 23972|Has she waited for the tide 23972|Of the sea's song to begin, 23972|To rise and leave her mark 23972|And go singing away, 23972|Never to return! 23972|Or have you felt her pains, 23972|And found no comrade there, 23972|When you stood in a dark place, 23972|And had fever in your blood? 23972|You shall be mine no more! 23972|In a land of trees 23972|There are many trees; 23972|And great men have stood 23972|Beside the white ones, 23972|To watch you, little one, 23972|And throw white blossoms. 23972|And many a time 23972|Your toes were very white 23972|As they trod on those white snow, 23972|Till they quite melted. 23972|You had a little crown, 23972|And you wore it so proudly, 23972|On your sweet little head, 23972|And it made your cheeks so red, 23972|And your little beautiful hair. 23972|And it brought a smile 23972|To your little beautiful face, ======================================== SAMPLE 12050 ======================================== 29700|The clouds to light the valley, and the moon 29700|To fill the valley, and the streamlet sweep 29700|O'er the green plains. 29700|The autumn winds sweep down to melt 29700|The snow; the autumn leaves lie thickly 29700|Across the window-pane. I watch. 29700|The little children in the street, who pass 29700|Their little ways with laughter and song, 29700|Forget the winter's frost, and come and grin 29700|To see the earth grow brown in heaven. 29700|But never one who turns around, in scorn, 29700|Shall greet me with a smile. In vain he clings 29700|To every garth and tattered twig of wood, 29700|And hoots at every new rising breeze, 29700|That, blowing from the North, stirs the earth. 29700|He cannot comprehend the Spring. 29700|How shall he comprehend the Spring? 29700|My heart is weary, and my eyes are dim; 29700|Thy wings are dreary, and thy wings are cold; 29700|Yet, in the South it whispers of my home, 29700|And I can hear thy voice in every breeze, 29700|And every tree that stirs that speaks of thee 29700|As if I were a fairy of the North, 29700|Who wanders waiting there, and never hears 29700|The voice of Spring from stream or breeze, but guesses 29700|What means its tender music and its smiles. 29700|No voice of life now moves upon the air! 29700|No flower that breathed its sweet to day is born! 29700|But Spring with flowers is in the flowery land, 29700|And in the Spring-time I can feel her hand, 29700|And know she moves through all the deep and green; 29700|I feel her hair in every green stalk, and see 29700|Her smile upon the ground where'er she goes. 29700|She walks, like an angel, through the South; 29700|The birds rejoice in joy and rapture huge; 29700|The bluebirds in the sycamores sing, 29700|And the wild swans glide towards the rolling sky, 29700|While every leaf has a new golden ring, 29700|And all the winds their music still are mute. 29700|In the sweet South, in her sweet South, 29700|There is no place for the cold eye to go; 29700|Her face is a flower that's new sprung, 29700|And is all warm and fresh, and sweet to the touch. 29700|Oh, I can't go far in the Northern glade, 29700|When the Spring her fair gifts is preparing; 29700|But I will go where she lives--in the green valley, 29700|The forest, the lake, and the deep green still. 29700|There's a home for every one, there's a place 29700|For every one's wants; for nothing shall dare 29700|To come to a village, if none but her. 29700|Oh, I'll take my flight in the North again, 29700|And in the North will find a garden bright; 29700|When in the South I'm lonely as now then, 29700|If I would fly to the North I'll surely fly. 29700|When Spring is well-nigh through, and the woods are yellow, 29700|And birds are starting across the downs and mounds, 29700|When the white blossoms bloom and the sweet-briar beds, 29700|I'll go with my pretty brother of St. Helen's, 29700|And watch the birds and listen to the brook. 29700|If he in the South-west can lead the way, 29700|And the birds come home from their song in the wood; 29700|I'll watch the flock and tell the good-by, 29700|And tell my heart how long I love her. 29700|_When the Spring is well-nigh over, 29700|And birds come flying from out of the sky_:-- 29700|Ah! then the world is beautiful once more, 29700|For she's back in her native country, and she's free 29700|The Spring hath been well-nigh finished, 29700|For Spring is out with his best, and every one 29700|Knows he's a good ======================================== SAMPLE 12060 ======================================== 937|You're a good old dear, my son, 937|But as yet I scarce know the way -- 937|Oh! but as yet I scarcely know; 937|To do you the good you're best at 937|Is a mother's first passion-mat 937|As to how she'll dress you, dear; 937|But as yet she's only done 937|With one arm round her infant's bed. 937|God be with you, my dear, till I 937|Can't tell just where nor how 937|I'll bid you never, never rest; 937|But go where you will -- 937|You and your angel-mother's there -- 937|And then, you, you too, will sleep! 937|Oh, the good boy's in the road, 937|In the coffin at the gate -- 937|Oh, the dead boy has gone home -- 937|In the great old-fashioned bed. 937|There he is, with the great big round red face -- 937|His eyes will never open to-night; 937|But the young girl that he left to his care 937|Will at last rest, and be a little gray. 937|And the little old man he left to be 937|A shepherd in the forest, I suppose 937|Will look as gay as a butterfly, 937|And not be old as a coffin on the bed. 937|He's a farmer, and has the ears of iron, 937|But his heart's broken and his children're sad, 937|And the grave where the dead boy is hidden is cold! 937|And he'll never hear the sweet music of love, 937|And the voices of the dead will never call; 937|He'll never lift his blue blossom-browed face 937|To the softness that the lips did say. 937|He's a farmer, and his children's lives are blighted, 937|'Neath the heavy feet of the farmer lad. 937|He'll never hold the flower-lipped lips, that were sweet, 937|For the sake of his young friend, so pure and sweet; 937|And the dead boy will be buried with the dead, 937|That is growing old and a little gray. 937|There is not a flower that lives 937|In the field but seems 937|To smell with the breath 937|Of Death that walks. 937|And there are no voices that call 937|When the day's done; 937|But the wailings and the sighs 937|Of souls that have died. 937|Heigh-ho! 937|A little yellow-red bird 937|With a yellow-red breast -- 937|With a little, little yellow-red head. 937|I wonder where she's been, 937|And I sit, and I wonder still. 937|I wonder where she's been, 937|And I sit and I wonder still. 937|There's more of God than this can be, 937|So I wonder where she's been. 937|I wonder where she's been, 937|And I sit and I wonder still. 937|I wonder where she's been; 937|I wonder where she's been. 937|I long to find who's been. 937|I wonder where she's been. 937|You see? I wonder where she's been. 937|But I think you know. 937|You wonder where she's been, 937|I wonder where she's been. 937|It must be God is away 937|Where you and I have been; 937|I think your God must come, 937|But I wonder where she's been. 937|The morning came and it's morning yet, 937|And the evening came and it's night: 937|So I wish you would tell me where she was 937|-- Or just where her head is always found. 937|For me, I'll never ask where she _is_ -- 937|I only wonder where she is. 937|There was a little woman, 937|And she was kind as mild 937|As the wind in the sweet early morn. 937|And there was that little ======================================== SAMPLE 12070 ======================================== 15370|A hundred thousand, and the rest a hundred thousand more 15370|Who had the luck to see it all! 15370|"My dear old Uncle Jim," says the old man to himself, 15370|"I've always considered you a clever old elf, 15370|And have often said, all true, and even better true, 15370|That you are the only way, to make money in art. 15370|I would willingly sell my mansion and buildings near, 15370|And purchase the knowledge and skill to know you well!" 15370|So the old man went, and he bought 15370|A beautiful mountain of snow-- 15370|The art-school of Santa Cruz-- 15370|And left that art-school 15370|With the hope of making money there. 15370|And the master of that art-school, 15370|He was always saying 15370|Of the value of his snow-- 15370|That it only grew in winter to its height 15370|And its merit but the same as yours. 15370|In short the old man said, 15370|In his simple way, to Santa Cruz, 15370|"I hold that I am the master of snow, 15370|I have more mastery in snow than anyone." 15370|And the master made answer thus, 15370|And the master said, in short: 15370|"I know you, old man, the only way to make money in snow!" 15370|Thus having said, with a bow 15370|He made the old man leave his school 15370|And seek a job at Paddy-cake's factory. 15370|"If Paddy-cake's factory be so fine," said he, 15370|"Why does it employ old Jim?" 15370|"Because Jim's so polite," said the master; "and we know 15370|His manner is always polite, 15370|And his face and form are always clean, 15370|And you cannot cleanse his cupboard, 15370|Unless you turn him out of doors." 15370|Then his son, Jim, was pleased and pleased, 15370|From an angry Irish bull---- 15370|"But then I am not as old as Paddy-cake, 15370|And I am not as big as Paddy," he said. 15370|"Oh, put me in charge of a company!" said he. 15370|"I would not be in charge of a company to begin with," 15370|Oh, the old art-school master was a gentleman, 15370|His mind was always good and wise, 15370|His soul was aflame with noble flame; 15370|For he had friends among men. 15370|He knew who was clever and who was fool, 15370|And who was fond of flirting with the breeches, 15370|And who was slow to forgive; 15370|And the most of it--so he was told! 15370|To go to school for a week, he thought himself bold, 15370|Yet to go there he stood condemned. 15370|He thought the days of his youth were over, 15370|And as he walked the roads, he thought, 15370|As he gazed at the windows and the walls, 15370|That the school-house of time lay there: 15370|Where the master of art and of the school 15370|Had not been able to meet. 15370|"I must get through my lessons," said he, 15370|"I am getting old, I am old, 15370|And I never could hope to be a sire 15370|To one or two of my children born of my heart 15370|When I had the time, and could see 15370|That the time was come for me to go thence, 15370|"For I was toiling too much, 15370|For I was wasting away my strength 15370|To no purpose and in no price. 15370|It was thus he said: "If I am not good 15370|My sons will think I am not good; 15370|Or my daughter will think my wife 15370|Or I will have a bad influence." 15370|"Go, go to the school--for there is no sun 15370|And no moon, and you cannot find 15370|An audience for your lessons, I pray, 15370|There is only snow." The master bowed. 15370|"I will do my duty and ======================================== SAMPLE 12080 ======================================== 19170|And in the night, I heard it say. 19170|I heard the voice of my love, 19170|My love, whose voice is music, 19170|I heard her in the forest, 19170|I heard her in the garden, 19170|I heard the woodland call! 19170|Now am I wroth,--I wot not why; 19170|The night is wroth; the woods are blear, 19170|And bitter the cry of a man's wife: 19170|A man, whom no God hath served! 19170|He knows a man's wife means Heaven's hate, 19170|And the wild men hear! 19170|Oh that he was a lord, 19170|Or a man of rank or place, 19170|Or a man of the royal race; 19170|But who he is I who can say: 19170|But thou wilt hear no more. 19170|He came to bring me word. 19170|I will go now to the King, 19170|And say what news he brings me. 19170|When I am hidden in the tree, 19170|The day that lies before me 19170|Will tell, when my words be spoken, 19170|And the light of the world shall die. 19170|I know not if thou knowest 19170|From what day the world waxeth old, 19170|Or if thou, friend, art free of care and woe, 19170|Thou'lt answer when I am hid alone. 19170|A dream came to me of a ship at sea; 19170|I heard the song of the winds upon the seas 19170|In the white mist, and a star on high; 19170|And it seemed to me that the heart was mine 19170|That sang sweetest; and the breath from the soul 19170|O' the soul, like a light from the sky, 19170|Sang like a breath from heaven above. 19170|I sat by the fire with my eyes on the fire, 19170|And the soul came low to me, and spake still. 19170|O soul, I am thine eyes, and they are thine, 19170|And they lift me above the things below. 19170|Oh soul, I would have thee, and the night is mine, 19170|And there would I not be alone. 19170|But the dream did wax and wane, 19170|Till over I scarce knew the form of the ship; 19170|And then it was night; and a light came in 19170|From the window, and all away I thought 19170|Like a ray from heaven, and from afar, 19170|Like a breath, I hardly could see; 19170|A voice answered from the land: 19170|For we are gone out over the sunken west, 19170|Over the shining waters, where the dawn 19170|Never looks: the twilight hours: 19170|And the soul must rise from a thought of thee; 19170|And the night must leave the star-lids of the East: 19170|And my heart will grow more dear; 19170|And the night go back to the sea; 19170|And all this thing cannot be; 19170|For the soul that was thine will not return 19170|To the soul of the soul. 19170|The stars are as white and blue 19170|As the snowdrop when it springs; 19170|The hills are as wood and pole, 19170|For nothing is so fair 19170|As a little child. 19170|For the little child is so glad, 19170|And the stars do glitter so bright, 19170|And you make wonder in mine eyes, 19170|And the mountains do seem so white; 19170|I am growing very bright; 19170|As I run, laughing, I am glad, 19170|As I speak I am full of glee; 19170|And when I go dreaming, it is 19170|Wonderful that you are so wise. 19170|The little white moon is like a rose, 19170|The day is white as a sheet, 19170|But the heart of my little white mama 19170|Is white as the snow on the sea. 19170|The sea has no arms, it is so bare, 19170|It doth not fling its waves so wide, 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 12090 ======================================== 1280|My life had all come back again 1280|Beneath me and the years that have come. 1280|The man who has been dead 1280|Wakes up again 1280|In the days to be; 1280|But I had been dead when the wind was at play 1280|And the moon was bright. 1280|And the wind and the moon together-- 1280|It was the wind and the moon, 1280|Each a great black star. 1280|At the end of the world, 1280|With hands together, 1280|We went down the hill. 1280|The river flowed through the sun, 1280|The river flowed through the wind. 1280|I did not dare to smile, 1280|We went down the hill. 1280|The sky grew great with stars-- 1280|But in my heart I heard the echoes of the stars 1280|That echoed down the hill. 1280|The starry-eyed morning 1280|Woke high in heaven; 1280|The moon was up in a starless sky, 1280|And the wind was the wind. 1280|And the trees with their shadows 1280|Woke high in heaven. 1280|We went down the hill. 1280|The river flowed down the hill 1280|(A winding river winding down the hill). 1280|The sky grew great with stars. 1280|But we, who had never seen it, 1280|We saw the light as it rose in it all around. 1280|Then the stars changed, 1280|The sky grew great with stars, 1280|And the shadows all went dark. 1280|You can look on a night sky,-- 1280|And one by one 1280|They fall into the wind; 1280|And the sky shrinks, and the clouds shrink, 1280|And the trees are all silent, 1280|And the stream grows silent, 1280|And the moon drops to the sea, 1280|And all the winds are silent. 1280|There is nothing that can make a starless sky louder. 1280|And there are no stars to keep away the darkness,-- 1280|Only the winds that sigh. 1280|I was sick and tired and went to the river, 1280|To find the river that runs in a ring into a round square. 1280|No shadow falls, no rain falls, 1280|But only the water that comes rolling down the track of the track. 1280|Down the course, to the middle, 1280|It keeps its pace forever; and the longer it runs, the higher 1280|'I don't know if it moves fast or slow,' 1280|I said. 1280|And I said: 1280|'What's the matter with your head?' 1280|And he said: 1280|'Where are my feet to-night?' 1280|There's nothing at all in the sky 1280|But a bird, 1280|And an angry cloud. 1280|For the bird sings. 1280|Up the sky. 1280|I have known the earth 1280|In its prime. 1280|I've been down underground. 1280|And I have seen the earth's 1280|narrow place. 1280|I have heard the earth at night 1280|Hear the sound of a watch 1280|As good as yours, and the sounds of a watch as 1280|your eyes 1280|That are always so wise 1280|When they see things in bright places, 1280|as you, 1280|Who see them dimly on the road 1280|Who never go to pray. 1280|I have seen the house with the windows open, 1280|The window where I go for oysters 1280|When the day is over. 1280|If you don't think we are dreaming 1280|How can we think the days 1280|When things that are great come down, 1280|When the people who were living 1280|Who never had hope of living, 1280|Who always wonder. 1280|But you see the way to get to them is so narrow 1280|that the only way will be 1280|To grow up very wise, 1280|The more you know. 1280|If you let go of all you don't know, ======================================== SAMPLE 12100 ======================================== 2428|That is the soul of good advice. 2428|The poor man's right to a good use mind is given, 2428|But he hath right no more; and a wrong use hath 2428|A worse answer than a good one. 2428|There is a noble truth, I own, 2428|And worth a thousand words;-- 2428|To try the matter, try it. 2428|'Tis well to be, or then to be not: 2428|There is a thing you can't mistake; 2428|There is a boundless heaven, and thence no limit: 2428|If that be boundless, why then boundless it is 2428|In all God's omnipotence, 2428|And infinite: or if there be none, 2428|It is not even Infinity. 2428|And to admit that there are none, 2428|A theory called Infinity 2428|Gets at, like weakst thread-thong,-- 2428|A very bore, and not an inch begins 2428|To wound a logic. 2428|A thousand reasons make it so strong, 2428|It hath entwined the mind like iron, 2428|A thousand strong repulses so force it, 2428|That logic, like an anchor, cannot bear it; 2428|Of all the weak points in a strong logic, 2428|It is the strongest. 2428|But where's the use of it? and what can reason 2428|About so strong a thing as Infinity? 2428|Ask ye no reason: 2428|Ask not where's the place of it? and what need 2428|Reason of such or of other? 2428|If that be not infinite, it needeth 2428|To find infinite in that infinite, too, 2428|For that which's infinite is not, and can never, 2428|E'en as God's infinite is God's infinite too. 2428|What reason am I, then, that I ask 2428|For any cause in the question, "Where's the God?" 2428|But, ask I that question of thine own self? 2428|Thou art not self-contained; thou hast a heaven, 2428|And there thou jost, as a god's uttermost. 2428|There's a heaven there, and there's my God 2428|As fair as a heaven, and a God like a star: 2428|'Twixt heaven and star there's a blithsome air, 2428|And God is there as blithe as any god, 2428|I can't say why, or how, 2428|But I can say that God has found 2428|Me a bliss like a blithe, blest blest bliss; 2428|And I can say God has found me dear,-- 2428|I can say that he has found me a heaven. 2428|God, God! thou wert ever near before, 2428|Or not so near as we are now! 2428|If not so near as we are now, 2428|Why then, why then,--as ever since, 2428|When thou art near as we are not, can be. 2428|'Tis ever so: but, tell me, where? 2428|And who, if I should live to see, 2428|Are seen, are heard, as in an infinite number? 2428|If that infinite number be true, 2428|Or infinite, where all seen, all heard, all heard? 2428|God's infinite; and what is your own? 2428|God has a heaven, but you see not one! 2428|And if you could see where you stand, 2428|Or hear what you are, you would see plain 2428|That God's so near as the sun is now-- 2428|Or ever that sun was heard or seen. 2428|And, say for proof, what would you say? 2428|God's not one step distant from heaven! 2428|And do not all men see? or can 2428|See anything but see? Alas! 2428|God is just as plain as the sun, 2428|And all men see as nothing else: 2428|But one man's God is more plain than all, 2428|As God is plain; or, as the sun, 2428|Or more, as God's as plain as the sun: ======================================== SAMPLE 12110 ======================================== May the wind bring them. 1924|Down to the sea-bank, where they stand; 1924|There one by one, a band 1924|Of wild-flowers for a dress; 1924|But it is hard to think o' a child's day. 1924|A mother's heart is sad, O, so sad, 1924|And she looks wistfully through 1924|The long ago, and sees 1924|The mother, like the ghost of a moon 1924|In the sea, 1924|Hanging by a flower: 1924|Slight as an angel is that rose; 1924|Is it sweet to dream--for he may be 1924|Never again? 1924|They have taken up life's flower, O, so sweet, 1924|And set it on a tree; 1924|And a white light shines o'er the leaves, 1924|As white as the white star's light of death, 1924|Upon a grave: 1924|Hiding the black shame from a sight 1924|So proud and cold. 1924|And now is over and gone, O, so fast, 1924|And now is over and gone! 1924|They can never give a sound again, 1924|Nor taste of the flesh, O, children of God; 1924|And the sea-wind sighing on the shore, 1924|Whispering their dreams. 1924|And the wind is hushed on the boughs, and now 1924|The green leaves tremble and burn, 1924|And the wind on the boughs is whispering, and now 1924|The black birds cry: 1924|Who is this that passes? 1924|His eyes are fire of the eyes; 1924|He has lost the soul of the soul, 1924|And the soul, in truth, will not find 1924|Its way again. 1924|The light of the world fades now as it burns, 1924|And the world turns from from the sight 1924|Into the blackness, as the eyes 1924|Of the dead that have found all light 1924|Turn dark and dim. 1924|It is dark in the dark, O, children, 1924|It is dark in the dark, 1924|With the tears of a heart gone blind 1924|And a soul that is blind in the light. 1924|The rain is falling as the morn, O, children, 1924|And dark and heavy the rain, 1924|For it felleth on all the flowers 1924|And it grieves on the breast of the spring, 1924|Gripping the tender, tender sun 1924|With a blight, and a bruise. 1924|But a far wind crying is the night, O, children, 1924|The night of a bitter cry, 1924|That a woman's heart is breaking for her child 1924|That dies in the night. 1924|And it breaks the eyes, 1924|And it mocks the tender laughter that is wrought 1924|When the day's sun comes up. 1924|It falls, it falls, 1924|It mocks its tender laughter all the way, 1924|From the lips of the night. 1924|It is a voice in the night! 1924|And it speaks in the silence, 1924|To the children dying on the shore, 1924|As the sun goes down. 1924|It is a voice that has lost the long years, 1924|That has seen the tears-- 1924|And the years that follow after tears 1924|In the sunset of a day. 1924|It mocks its tenderness, 1924|And it murmurs, as it goes, 1924|And the voice it speaks in the night, O, children, 1924|Is a voice of pity. 1924|He looked at her and he smiled. 1924|His hand was on her hair. 1924|He kissed her lips and she smiled. 1924|He turned from east to west. 1924|He went into a field where the lilies shook, 1924|Where the grass was as green as grass can be, 1924|And the spring grasses trembled 1924|And laughed and pranced, 1924|And the birds were over us 1924|And the dew-drops 1924 ======================================== SAMPLE 12120 ======================================== 2383|And then the good o' them baith she says "This is our fate, that they 2383|That in high place and power aboundet. 2383|In high place and power aboundet, 2383|In place and power in his estate 2383|In place and power hath his estate 2383|And in his place is the estate 2383|Of her yonder in the bower. 2383|That he my lady wan and won 2383|Upon the day of his wedrick; 2383|That he her lady love, and lese 2383|With his lady's love the lawe. 2383|Now is my lady's cause and place 2383|In place and power, and in his estate; 2383|And she to him is place and place, 2383|Where he in his estate may dwell. 2383|"If thou be lord of the realm, 2383|Then shalt thou be my lady's knight: 2383|Then shalt thou fele in the bower 2383|And be the lady's house at morn; 2383|In the same place, and in the same arn; 2383|That so in my lady's service 2383|That ere a week be gone, 2383|She toke the knight the maiden." 2383|"So have I my lady's will," 2383|The bache answerde straight the lord; 2383|"That I ne may no good haue, 2383|Now hast thou the day been read. 2383|"But God hath kepte my honour 2383|All this yeve, as I beheld, 2383|My lady's lord, and my lady: 2383|That God me grieve and honour 2383|To him nedeth to reherse. 2383|"God give it me to have it so!" 2383|That said, from out his chambre he hies 2383|T' ensample of every lance. 2383|"Go nyght, go nyght, go thou," 2383|With a loud cry they dight. 2383|"Now is my lady got a new, 2383|Now is my lady got a new: 2383|In the same bower with my lady, 2383|To her ek yonge is yond." 2383|The lady went forthe bright and blythe; 2383|And every man her presence he minded; 2383|But as she went the kyng in, 2383|As men forthe of yonder wall 2383|They all asen his herde: 2383|And as she went forth, as they were told 2383|They toked her of their ladyes name, 2383|And so forth the bachele, 2383|Til it befell, as I you tell 2383|That they for wantonness were blythe: 2383|And she began to wyte her white hand, 2383|As she came forth in her blythes fere, 2383|And her soft hand on the sted, 2383|As she went out of the chambre strete, 2383|Unto the harpe of her ladye bright, 2383|As they that were in the hertis hall 2383|Were they comen of yond. 2383|And her right hand in her right hond, 2383|And forth she went with her white hand, 2383|And on the yate out of the gate 2383|She cast him, in her right hand 2383|And out of the gate she cast him; 2383|And full of gret wisnesse he was, 2383|As he went, with that yerely hond <7> 2383|Unto the harpe of her ladye bright. 2383|"And as I am a knyght, 2383|And kyng of homename for fulle twelve, 2383|And I have begyled my kynges freend 2383|And gode thee so that thou thys be 2383|And seyst no more thy wyfe and me. 2383|And as thou hast my knyght to seyne 2383|Upon his bedde, 2383|Go thy way, my fader as thou art: 2383|And I wilt neve whet nor more ======================================== SAMPLE 12130 ======================================== 20956|And now, in the first winter, my love and I are grown 20956|Grown up together to man's estate. 20956|There are such things as you, my child-- 20956|And mine such things as you, my child. 20956|The sun is not down. When the moon 20956|Has hid her face in sleep on the hill, 20956|A cloud then shoots in the west, 20956|Raging, with fiery eyes: 20956|The clouds roar: the sun is not down. 20956|No: the great lord of heaven has stirred 20956|His golden angels to a shout, 20956|And they have strewn in bright relief 20956|And rich portraiture the skies, 20956|That all the little winds might find 20956|A welcome in the western deep,-- 20956|And the great lord of heaven has stirred 20956|His golden angels to a shout. 20956|The gods and their high-priests they have gone 20956|And put their solemn burdens on earth, 20956|And their dark robes are come in array, 20956|And their thrones are budded with flowers, 20956|And their crowns are kissed with morning dew; 20956|There's not an hour in the livelong day 20956|But with sweet joy the gods may wake, 20956|And with a voice that sings their joy, 20956|The gods have gone to wake our spring. 20956|The gods and their dark-hearted king 20956|Are all asleep. The winds go by, 20956|Dream and no stir. The blue sky stays 20956|In its tranquil serene. The wood 20956|Has not heard a footstep. The grass 20956|Lies undisturbed. 20956|The gods have gone 20956|To wake our spring. 20956|In the dawn the red sun goes by, 20956|And the black clouds go by, 20956|The sky is calm. 20956|We look into the west, and we see 20956|The sun rise, and the sun set, 20956|And the spring comes, with a sudden blare, 20956|And the sun goes by. 20956|From the west the sweet sounds go by, 20956|And the wind blows low and loud, 20956|And a star goes out, like a shining eye 20956|That glows with a warm light. 20956|But the red sun shall go in a day, 20956|And the dark clouds pass in a trance; 20956|And to-morrow is a holiday 20956|To us, and to you. 20956|And the spring comes, and goes in a breath, 20956|And our hearts forget the spring, 20956|And we say, "Come, and rejoice to see 20956|The spring goes by." 20956|To my dear sweet friends in China, 20956|Warm hearted hearts and lips that beat, 20956|I who am blind,-- 20956|I who am lame, 20956|I give this petition, 20956|If a beggar should fall on me, 20956|Or the rich in the East should steal 20956|My bread and my food, how gladly 20956|I would give their lives! 20956|My heart is a desert dwelling 20956|Deep in my own heart's heart lying; 20956|The stars,--I would rather be 20956|Deep in their silver, 20956|Than the gold and the crimson 20956|That the hands of my fortune can 20956|And all the wealth of the East 20956|Could buy or sell for a tear! 20956|My heart is a poor little hand 20956|Flung blindly with useless strength, 20956|Or with too little skill, 20956|To serve two souls--the world and me! 20956|And a poor little head 20956|Hungry and faint with idle woes. 20956|And to serve two souls--my soul 20956|And theirs, the world and me! 20956|My heart, my heart, my heart of fire, 20956|In the dark of a secret place 20956|I glow with the joy of living, 20956|And I give this petition 20956|If a robin should climb up my wall, 20956|Or if a thief should hurt my heart, 20956|Or if my ======================================== SAMPLE 12140 ======================================== 1279|That auld, forlorn, as I wad be, 1279|Gang o'er the braes o' Donegal. 1279|Now, auld sleip-snake Homer fain wad write, 1279|And now maun he mak his appearance: 1279|But in after days, some ever-fresh 1279|Chants o'er his banes in Macrina. 1279|Now, o' their wily fowk auld England 1279|Is all the new-chum knows or cares; 1279|Nae doubt but on an afternoon 1279|He toils wi' a' his kintra toil; 1279|And, far aneath the waste-waschen, 1279|Maks his auld haldrick a' his pride; 1279|Cauld red his kimmers in the snaw 1279|As when, in days nae later, 1279|He bade the Highland hills go rump 1279|And make a wide waste o' the plain. 1279|Now, o' their wily fowk auld England 1279|Is all the young man's study; 1279|Nae doubt but on a certain night 1279|He shares in the kirk-loft's minnow fight 1279|With haggins and wag-at-the-rag, 1279|And gars the weel-contented ane 1279|By twa or thretty or brither make 1279|The jovial steward o' his wastes. 1279|Now, Owanadul's face is white wi' care, 1279|And Bauldat's face is pale as death, 1279|For nae mair maun he ken the country-side; 1279|And nae mae hissel wi' braw new claithing. 1279|He fand a lanely howlin, by the burn, 1279|That bauld father o' his bosom tore 1279|For langs he waddows'd down the burn 1279|Wi' muckle joy and mair lamentin. 1279|The lasses gaed ower the burn, 1279|And saw what sore affront the brutes had brought, 1279|While ilk a' the lasses love may miss 1279|The bonnie lad that brings them news. 1279|To turn them ower the burn I counsell, 1279|And vow, at a' the 'l's I see, 1279|They maun never know that they never 1279|Were nupt on a' the joys o' Bauld Caledon. 1279|Than Heaven I maun do! the devil he'll bide 1279|I've seen ilk a' the world a-wringin-- 1279|Ilk a' a country lad that brings them news! 1279|Nae langer ane maun join the band, 1279|And join the shout, and join the song, 1279|For a' the glory's here--for A†neass 1279|Is back again on A†neass. 1279|Here's the land of a'! Here's the land o't, 1279|An' yon's its brims, weigh sideways lang; 1279|The bluid o' their pinions it can na spittle, 1279|An' they're to blume in the spring o't, 1279|Wha blaws the land wi' its brums and glens? 1279|An' wha, at the fush, gets the pliskies?-- 1279|A wee thing o' broom and o' brackies; 1279|But there's their hearts that can na stain them, 1279|If the auld wife that is hamely dressed 1279|Gangs a' to the door o' a new-built shed, 1279|And sitt't her pip wi' the new-coated toes, 1279|An' gat the new-coated shell a-fitting. 1279|Nae daffin pouther is seen at a', 1279|Nor ane, for e'er they canna come hame; 1279|The wee bit birkie, weel-begg'd an' hale, 1279|Is there to jig on the bonnie ======================================== SAMPLE 12150 ======================================== 8187|All of life's pleasures are his--all he takes: 8187|And, when he can, he cries, "My friend, farewell!" 8187|Though, by a gracious treaty won, he gains 8187|For himself, for us, no diminution 8187|Of his own little portion of the store, 8187|Yet we feel, every hour, that we are missing 8187|The best and grandest portion his enjoyment; 8187|And when he smiles, it is as when he dies. 8187|"Nestor" now--nay, "the World"--'tis a name. 8187|But what _is_ the World? 'tis but a word that 8187|Some dull poets with in vain essay 8187|To spell at all, without ever having 8187|In the sweet English of such an one seen. 8187|That it is not, will not, can not _be_ not, 8187|Is the proof of the fool,--and of all 8187|Of his many fools; 8187|_How_ they strive to spell it thus and thus! 8187|But the spell, the writing, 'tis the same;-- 8187|It's the same, through all men's days, who tries, 8187|All for one's self alone, in vain, 8187|To comprehend it. 8187|The most learned words, though they bring forth, 8187|Like a bright angel, nothing to earth, 8187|And, though they speak in praise of truth, 8187|Give an illusion still more sweet deception; 8187|We hear the voice of the soul well trained 8187|So softly, that his oration 8187|Seems whispered and, in truth, but dreamed, 8187|Like the very shadows in a dream, 8187|And, when heard, 8187|It seems only a whisper; but what _is_ 8187|The Soul?--if the light of that deep-hid soul 8187|Be not yet quite dim, 8187|If we never can know it, we can guess 8187|But many different ways, by feeling, 8187|And knowing, "the soul" too well by feeling 8187|That, to all feeling itself, no trace 8187|Of its own spirit seems to have been lost; 8187|That feeling--in a dozen different ways 8187|As we see, in the darkness of the brain-- 8187|Is evermore the soul itself--and what 8187|Is true, but very clearly not the soul? 8187|Say, what is the soul?-- 8187|Or, better yet, if you'd know _the soul_, 8187|Say "man," 8187|The spirit all in one, and--"man"--too. 8187|The most learned words, though they may spell 8187|For a poet only one or two 8187|Of what the simple soul will want and know, 8187|May give a _thousand_ answers to the same; 8187|And though so _blessed_ with _such-like_ words, 8187|Those words are all in vain, for none can tell 8187|The soul of the most hidden _thing_. 8187|But let a minute be counted, and then 8187|'Twould seem that all this learning, and all 8187|That learning, for greater or for worse, 8187|Is _a_ good way to know the soul. 8187|No, no, you _must_ keep the key, as you may, 8187|Or let a hundred such, in thousand 8187|And infinite forms, give you their _own light_.-- 8187|And if, when first you tried a new way, 8187|You thought you knew, but did not _owre_, 8187|By one slight flaw, the one good way, 8187|Why, then, that's _our_ _first-sight_ of the thing: 8187|And that's our _last_ taste--that's our _dewy well_, 8187|And those that follow after with your _whole_. 8187|I knew a man, you know, whose life was fine; 8187|A man, at thirteen in a fancy dress; 8187|A man so well bred up by habits cool 8187|And rules of dress, that "he loved" to _dress,_-- ======================================== SAMPLE 12160 ======================================== 12242] 12242|O God! that I were Prince of Peace! 12242|Had I the power? 12242|I'd be a ship 12242|That rocks in many a windy bay; 12242|With sails that would unfurl before my sight, 12242|And night, with sky one to each opposite pole; 12242|With nightingales on every white swelling tree, 12242|And serpents creeping, 12242|Through every hollow, 12242|To seek out lost Convict sailors. 12242|To and fro, 12242|To and fro, 12242|I'd rock in many a windy bay. 12242|Had I the power, 12242|I'd make the night silent as the morning, 12242|And life so sweet with many a cherry-bud, 12242|That none would wake, nor leaf, nor bud, nor stem, 12242|Nor even a fly; 12242|With quiet eyes, 12242|And thoughts more ready, 12242|I'd rock in many a windy bay. 12242|I'd join the moonlight walk, 12242|And roll my ship in many a tide, 12242|Delaying, waiting, rolling in distress 12242|Against all odds, 12242|Against every surly goblin. 12242|I'd roll my ship 12242|And meet the sea-mist's halo's 12242|Of every drifting cloud. 12242|And if to glass restored, 12242|The glory of her beams, 12242|I'd leave a bottle at my door. 12242|My heart is broken, 12242|My heart is broken, 12242|As by a wizard's wand. 12242|The song was sung, the colors burned, 12242|As on an air-stove, under Winter's moon, 12242|Three children, long and lean and sad, 12242|Stood alone in spring. 12242|Three little children, three young graces there were seen 12242|Under Winter's moon, and one was fair, 12242|White as the dew on April morning; 12242|And the second, brown as the West, 12242|With hair like the boughs of the peach tree; 12242|And the third was delicate and pale, 12242|The child of those three graces only. 12242|One stood by the father; the lad 12242|Sat by the mother: one was near 12242|The brothers; one was near the sisters; 12242|And one was to the right 12242|By the dimpled cheek, and the pale, sweet lips, 12242|Of the tender one who never understood. 12242|I am near you, dear ones! 12242|You are near me; I touch them; 12242|And the father calls his children; 12242|Their little hands are clasped ... 12242|With silent words the words go out, 12242|Like candles on the hearth. 12242|I am there in the twilight shadows, 12242|By the fallen branches, 12242|When the father goes to pray, 12242|And the mother teaches her school. 12242|I am in the candle's place 12242|Lighting the bed of sorrow; 12242|I am waiting by the door 12242|When the priest goes to the church. 12242|You are with me in the darkness, 12242|With me in the darkness; 12242|I am all alone with you, 12242|For the eyes are closed in slumber. 12242|The child's heart is in its sleep, -- 12242|A candle on the hearth! 12242|There was once a little girl 12242|Whose name was Comfort Sally; 12242|And everybody else's 12242|Like others, too, -- except -- 12242|This little girl, who was 12242|This little girl who was Comfort Sally. 12242|She had a little sister, 12242|And this was named Polly, 12242|And everybody knew her, 12242|Even her brother, Eugene, 12242|Because they called him Browny. 12242|Nobody dreamed of harm 12242|Any whit of that relation 12242|Between Eugene and Polly. 12242|Nobody knew at all 12242|That this little girl, Polly, 12242|Was related to the Browny. 12242| ======================================== SAMPLE 12170 ======================================== 2622|So, when I see a maiden, I say, 2622|"How canst thou look on me so coldly?" 2622|Then she, upon that fatal day, 2622|Durst answer all this way: 2622|"It is a flower, a lute, a pipe, a song! 2622|And so its beauty was a mask." 2622|What thinkest thou, thou bitter heart, 2622|That couldst as well the other way 2622|Turn thee to grief, and smile at him, 2622|The lover so unlike the last? 2622|How canst thou love him as her friend, 2622|For whom thou couldst not love so well? 2622|His love that darfeth all the year, 2622|His gentle heart that loves to play, 2622|He cannot love so well as thee. 2622|A-maying plume, a-working plume! 2622|A soldier, and a-war to begin! 2622|Oh, let me dress in the day she came; 2622|I would not want to wear the shade 2622|Of her soft eye--her dewy face. 2622|The young maid is my ideal, 2622|A-maying plume, a-working plume! 2622|To thee, my sweet Sir Henry, I give 2622|A basket of my flowers, and a vow 2622|Of love that never will decay. 2622|This poem is written in rhyme, but the reader's 2622|heart tells a different story. 2622|If I should write a sonnet, 2622|It is for the sweet sake 2622|Of the little old man o' love. 2622|If I should write a sonnet, 2622|Thy sweet little old man, 2622|Thy sweet little old man; 2622|In a good young man's ear, 2622|That long has been his friend. 2622|It is not for my sonnet, 2622|But for the sweet old friend 2622|That long has been his ear, 2622|Thy sweet little old friend, 2622|That long has been his friend. 2622|I'll put on the sweet old vest, 2622|And the bonnet, and the hat, 2622|And bring out the paper first, 2622|And in it the sweet old man; 2622|The sweet little old man, 2622|That long has been his friend. 2622|I'll put on the sweet old coat, 2622|And the bonnet smart and square, 2622|And go on his head so high, 2622|And the sweet old lady; 2622|And he will not be afraid 2622|Of the sweet little old man, 2622|That long has been his friend. 2622|I'll read it all to him-- 2622|Dear, little friend of mine, 2622|That long has been his friend. 2622|I'll put on the sweet old vest, 2622|The bonnet sharp and clean, 2622|And go on his head so high, 2622|And the sweet old lady; 2622|And he will not be afraid 2622|Of the sweet little old man, 2622|That long has been his friend. 2622|All the old ladies' halls 2622|Are overgrown with grass; 2622|To find you out a lady's ghost 2622|Was never thought of yet. 2622|In your home, 2622|The only sound is wings, 2622|The only trees, the boughs; 2622|Nothing but boughs and trees 2622|For a man that's free of wing. 2622|I never saw a bird, 2622|I never heard a bird; 2622|But when I like my garden's lot, 2622|And all my folks have come, 2622|There never comes an old aunt 2622|With her back to your casement, 2622|But she is at her easement, 2622|Singing aloud to see 2622|The gay old lady-- 2622|The gay old lady-- 2622|The sweet old lady, 2622|Who loves him so! 2622|My grandmother ain't in the mantel! 2622|My grandmother's gone to church! 2622|There's room ======================================== SAMPLE 12180 ======================================== 27126|The air is clear and sweet; 27126|But what do the angels say? 27126|The angels are very pale. 27126|What do the angels mean, 27126|By these pale countenances? 27126|All that is left of the angels now 27126|Is but a skeleton, and in 27126|That small chapel a stone 27126|We may make up of clay. 27126|A stone, a clay, a stone, 27126|A potter's clay to mould, 27126|A skeleton--how very sad! 27126|We can see very clear there 27126|They are too poor to be Christians, 27126|There are only dead-man's holes. 27126|Where are all the dead-man's holes?-- 27126|They are all filled up with clay. 27126|I have been to the dead man's hole 27126|And I know there is nothing better; 27126|You too, my friend, the stone, 27126|The clay, can make, and make it good. 27126|'Tis well, and you, that I should know; 27126|It surely is well for me; 27126|I am not the smallest stone, 27126|And you, I know not even clay. 27126|We do not often meet, but it occurs 27126|To me each time we meet; 27126|And that is reason for my praise, 27126|For you, my own dear friend. 27126|As I sit here, in this chapel old, 27126|Serene, and gay, and free, 27126|I am so glad to have thee in my heart 27126|With the joy, and with the peace, 27126|That in this life, and in mine own death, 27126|I have been privileged to find. 27126|If e'er, or might I meet thee, friend, 27126|I dare to sing, 27126|Shall I not dare to say what I have known? 27126|Shall I not seek to say what, 27126|When the song is ended, thou hast done, 27126|For this deed, in that time, 27126|When thou, as in his death throes, 27126|Was the old man's wife, 27126|And he went his way? 27126|Or was he slain for this? 27126|Was he but just a man? 27126|Or is this the end? 27126|But thou know'st--nor the poet-- 27126|And I know not, then, 27126|How my soul has turned to stone, 27126|Save in thought and deed. 27126|Or have I not been blessed, that I 27126|This song can sing, 27126|When the end draws nigh? 27126|Shall I then be in the firing-line 27126|For years and years, 27126|For all thy life's good growing, friend? 27126|And is life worth this? 27126|And if so, and if so, who's got 27126|The power to tell 27126|When it shall be over, friend? 27126|When thou hast the gift of death, 27126|And at life's gate 27126|A spirit comes to take thee on, 27126|And all life's raptures o'er? 27126|'Tis he that would not let thee in-- 27126|Thou, whose feet 27126|From the world, 27126|Would with him enter his abode, 27126|And make a welcome home. 27126|Thou dost not know, nor ever wilt know-- 27126|The secret of this end, 27126|Until it be more near to thee. 27126|That thou may'st be free, 27126|And be all things.-- 27126|And let the world be free, 27126|Then stand not 27126|To a life of bondage. 27126|He was a man of all the best. 27126|God give him peace, 27126|And give to him a rest. 27126|And he had wealth, and all his friends, 27126|And he had wisdom, too; 27126|But when he had lived so many years, 27126|He died young, 27126|And left him poor and lone. 27126|He left us ======================================== SAMPLE 12190 ======================================== 30235|A-whistling as he pass'd 30235|The drowsy wenches by; 30235|They blink and blink, but ne'er catch 30235|The meaning of his speech. 30235|All night beside the brine, 30235|By rocky crag and bar, 30235|We built, and from her tower 30235|Built islands, to that fish: 30235|I built 'em like a town, 30235|An inn for host so brave; 30235|To-morrow, I shall loose the boom, 30235|And the reef will break my skull._" 30235|"_A-whistling as he pass'd the dreary night: 30235|We heard the haunted breeze, 30235|And fear made things seem deadlier than they were: 30235|The fishes laughed, and took to their haunts; 30235|But he, and I, and O, 30235|Can't tell you how we all fell to a-soaping 30235|The night before our skipper went down._" 30235|"Why 'tis most true, my little fellow, 30235|As I've heard tell from you and youths that dwell 30235|In the dark cave of the lake and the grottoes; 30235|The wild ducks coo'd and the thrushes sung, 30235|And wild rabbits fled in the coppice and the brake: 30235|They loved their young ones in the clear spring-tide, 30235|The gentle May-blossoms, green, and gold, 30235|And the lilies, and the grasses, and the hay: 30235|In the clear spring-tide they loved and they loved: 30235|With arms in rapture holding each other fast, 30235|They gave their souls to the dear Love that's afar. 30235|But my little fellow, I'll not deny 30235|You once in a million there was such a one 30235|As I see, my little fellow, before you; 30235|Yes, my little fellow, they were such as you, 30235|That loved their young ones in the clear spring-tide, 30235|The gentle May-blossom, green, and gold, 30235|The lily with its blossom of snow, 30235|And the cuckoo's clarion lay over the hills, 30235|With eyes that saw and hearts that understood: 30235|For all that was fair was my little fellow's prize. 30235|You and I have all been so similesque; 30235|'Tis sweet, if true be told, that you and I 30235|In heaven should have found the love of love. 30235|No, this truth I have prove'd by all we knew: 30235|The soft sweet hand of tenderness was there, 30235|And soft sweet lips of pure and rapture blest; 30235|And soft sweet lips to tongues of woe and blight, 30235|And soft soft hands a kind sweet embrace gave, 30235|And sweet sweet fingers, quick to seize and stay; 30235|So tender, true and gentle is the mind 30235|That hath such sweet and pure accustom'd love. 30235|But I have seen love, my dear, in vain! 30235|Have found love, the sweet sweet hand of scorn; 30235|Where all, in silence, turn'd their scorn away, 30235|Because no hand that soft sweet touched the heart, 30235|No face so fair, so round the look he took, 30235|That every moment seem'd a summer's day. 30235|'Twas sweet if this were all, but 'twas not; 30235|As youth grows older, more and more the truth 30235|Is plain and hard to see, and true to show-- 30235|A youth too tender and too timid grown, 30235|Sick of friends, forlorn, and tired with toil; 30235|And then his love, for such is love's domain, 30235|He takes from none but God, and that no less: 30235|He takes from those he loves, his sweetest friends. 30235|Oh! I have found love, my dear, I have found it! 30235|'Twas not in some far country, far away, 30235|Where God's rich glory shines, and men shall praise 30235|Their name on high ======================================== SAMPLE 12200 ======================================== 937|In the land of the fairies, 937|In the land of the fairies, 937|In the land of the fairies, 937|In the land of the fairies. 937|There the golden apples 937|By the creek and by the mill 937|Of the fairies are falling; 937|And the golden apples, 937|And the golden apples, 937|And the golden apples, 937|And the golden apples, 937|In the land of the fairies. 937|With a light it shines, 937|Through the misty air; 937|With a light it shines, 937|Through the misty air, 937|In the land of the fairies; 937|And the fairies smile, 937|With a light they see 937|In the glowing face, 937|Of the smiling little boy, 937|With a light they see 937|In the shining face, 937|Of the shining little boy. 937|With a ray of light, 937|Through the misty air 937|From the eyes of fairies, 937|In the gleaming face, 937|Of the little golden boy, 937|With a light they dim, 937|In the shining face. 937|With a glow of light 937|In the air and skies; 937|With a glow of light 937|By the eyes of fairies, 937|Through the glowing little lamp, 937|In the golden little lamp. 937|With a beam of light 937|Through the misty air; 937|With a beam of light, 937|In the bright and cloudless sky. 937|"Fairies are on my bed, 937|They are knocking on my door. 937|Tell them I'm sick at ease, 937|"They are knocking on its hinges 937|To shake down mine eyes to sleep." 937|"Fairies are on my bed, 937|There is not a tear I see; 937|Tell them to let me sleep, 937|I'm not weary at the least." 937|"Fairies are on your bed, 937|There is not a face you see; 937|Tell them I'm not in haste; 937|I've done nothing here to-day." 937|With a laugh went up the little lamp -- 937|A chuckle on the fiddle played, 937|That merry, happy, happy laugh, 937|That is heard of old in fairy places. 937|The lark is singing on the air, 937|He sings a clear and bright-colored song, 937|And the little birds are flying so fast, 937|They will not cease their cheering tune. 937|No! no! The little birds will stay, 937|On the ground the lark will follow high, 937|And the bright-eyed little fairy sing, 937|"Come, join the lark's glad lay; 937|Forget not yet the past, 937|Nor how vain and trifling is your gain, 937|And what is past forget, while here below! 937|Forget not yet!" 937|There was a black squirrel, 937|With his eyes out of their place; 937|He did not venture near the gate, 937|And when he found the light 937|He shut them up again. 937|Who is this that stands within the gate? 937|He does not seem to be a soul, 937|But a little black animal, 937|That looks in the glass, and then shuts -- 937|Then makes his journey straight. 937|With his sharp eye he sees me in the night 937|And he turns his head as I come near, 937|Saying oft, "The moon is nigh, 937|But the stars are stars, and stars shine there; 937|"But I've no star of my own; 937|'Tis the gate that keeps the gate; 937|It has always been this way. 937|Why did you give to me so late, 937|My sweet gate out of my gate!" 937|Why do you ask me! I'm not to ======================================== SAMPLE 12210 ======================================== A word of truth, and I know 1246|That we are the least of what the sky 1246|May grant or withhold, and what it keeps. 1246|For we may not be--nor yet forget-- 1246|We are very great, and very great. 1246|A little word of warning, I fear. 1246|If the sky let me, though I try, I know 1246|The sky will punish me for it quite. 1246|I have no fear. I have nothing to lose 1246|In the one word of this, "Alas!" 1246|A little word of warning, I fear. 1246|But who has ever looked on the sky 1246|And seen nothing that was not a star? 1246|A little word of warning, I fear. 1246|When the light touches the earth, the earth 1246|Is the symbol of beauty and God. 1246|What does it matter, though the word is weak, 1246|If God will see it through at the end, 1246|And take no blame? 1246|The dark is not a word. 1246|The dark is not a word. 1246|If a day is to grow dark, 1246|The day is to know in its turn 1246|A little doubt. 1246|The dark is not a word. 1246|It is one, and one alone, 1246|And one of the many things we know 1246|That make the day. 1246|For every thing that seems of God, 1246|For every thing of earth or air, 1246|For every thing that is not light, 1246|That is not dark, 1246|For every shadow that casts 1246|A little doubt. 1246|The words are the shadows on the earth, 1246|They strike through them one by one, 1246|And leave us no worse doubt than we had then. 1246|And he who has never had doubt that will 1246|Be as foolish as they who will. 1246|I think what he cannot understand, 1246|Though he should try, is the fact, 1246|That the words are only the shadows on the earth. 1246|One night, one long summer night, 1246|I stood among the lights and watched 1246|And the tall white fog on the sea 1246|Went slowly like a ship. 1246|Suddenly it grew dark and still, 1246|And then the red moon rose above 1246|The top of the sea. 1246|I turned, I knew not whither, 1246|For I saw no more of the sea 1246|Than watches, like stars, above my head. 1246|"Do you see anything there?" 1246|"Yes, what does all the wind at night 1246|And the sea"--he was alone. 1246|Then, like a man who has nothing done, 1246|I drew aside the wall. 1246|The stars were all the time shining, 1246|The night wind was laughing to itself. 1246|"If there be more than stars," he said, 1246|"I think there must be more than stars. 1246|And that makes more than Stars to me." 1246|But the moon had forgotten to rise, 1246|And the sea forgot to sleep. 1246|So I walked alone in the mist, 1246|And the stars forgot to breathe. 1246|And I cried, but no one answered: 1246|And I cried, "I hate it all!" 1246|And I knelt among the mist, 1246|And prayed, "My God be merciful to me!" 1246|And the wall forgot to rise. 1246|And the stars forgot to sleep. 1246|A great gray cloud above the town 1246|Lies dark and low. 1246|A star-light face seems to make 1246|A face in the dark. 1246|The moon is up, and the stars are small, 1246|And the wind is high. 1246|The wind blows the fog out of the sky 1246|And takes the star-light face away. 1246|I hear it blowing, a wild sound, 1246|Of a big white billow 1246|That is a-floating along the sky, 1246|And his voice is strong and sad. ======================================== SAMPLE 12220 ======================================== 16362|When she was gone. 16362|A man's heart is like to some poor little thing that's 16362|never had much to do with other human creatures,-- 16362|If it makes you want to laugh how it does! 16362|Oh, a man's heart is like to a boy that has sat 16362|in the sun for ages, and played with himself, and 16362|with those that he calls his friends: 16362|He is the friend of the very old and the very young, 16362|And of the very little and pitiful; 16362|And every day when you find him out you would welcome 16362|his return, were you to wait. 16362|And so you sit with him in the sun and make him laugh, 16362|and watch him, and think to yourself, that is a 16362|good boy; 16362|Though his eyes, you remember, had no tears. 16362|The world has never made one like him: 16362|"He has a heart, that's all." 16362|Oh, I don't suppose that they ever will! 16362|I should like to be like him, with those eyes 16362|glowing through the cool, so that all the 16362|earth beneath my feet 16362|Would love and listen to me in that way, 16362|And I could laugh until I was laughing, 16362|because, you know it isn't true. 16362|I don't know that they ever will! 16362|I'm not going to tell them, and I really don't. 16362|But they will always find it hard to comprehend 16362|my passion. 16362|My heart's like a tree that's leaning above a cliff 16362|when they are on a summery evening in June, 16362|Where I can stand and watch the green things fall, 16362|And see far-off yellow butterflies go by. 16362|And sometimes I know the branches will break 16362|and the leaves fall down and the tree fall under, 16362|And the green things falling may mean death, 16362|But the little green things being in the sky 16362|are sure to die of the sunlight. 16362|I'd like to be a tree standing under the sky; 16362|I'd like to be a tree in the heavens, 16362|So that people should see many, many butterflies, 16362|And know what I know. 16362|I should like to stand and gaze at the green things fall; 16362|I'd like to know what has made them die. 16362|I'd like to be a tree in the heavens in the cool; 16362|I'd like to be a branch beneath the earth 16362|so that people should find many branches near them, 16362|And know what I knows. 16362|I think to be a tree in heaven 16362|when above the blue there is a sky of clouds; 16362|I think to be a branch of the earth 16362|when the earth is bare of trees. 16362|And every morning and every evening 16362|I think to a little clouded world 16362|in the blue, 16362|But I'd like to be a tree in a cloud of clouds 16362|for it means so much to me, and it matters. 16362|The clouds are white on the sky, 16362|And the sun rides on the breeze; 16362|It is the old, old way-- 16362|It is always the way through. 16362|He carries the white clouds on his shoulders up, 16362|And he drives the gray clouds away, 16362|And he takes the gray clouds away from me, 16362|For the clouds are heavy on my face. 16362|The cloud that lies on the hillside far away, 16362|That is white with the moonlight-- 16362|It is the snow just whitening away, 16362|And white as the moonlight lies it. 16362|It is still and dark and lonely, 16362|In the white hill-side-- 16362|It is still and dark and lonely. 16362|The cloud that lies on the hillside far away, 16362|That is white with the rain-- 16362|It is the rain just whirling away, 16362|And white as the rain. 16362|The cloud that lies on the hillside far away, 16362|That ======================================== SAMPLE 12230 ======================================== 30659|And the grass of his memory. 30659|I had a daughter, she was lovely: 30659|And my sleep was like a garden soft; 30659|My walks were pleasures and content, 30659|My evenings were the happiest hours. 30659|The earth, the air, the fire-flies,-- 30659|All the joy of life were there, 30659|And in my dreams my heart was glad 30659|That they were joys I could enjoy. 30659|Till, like a shadow, she departed 30659|Down the dark valley;--then I knew 30659|That her spirit had returned to me, 30659|That her soul was with me still. 30659|When the wind wanders far and far 30659|Adown the empty space of air-- 30659|Out of the sunless lands of yonder 30659|It is but a drifting mist. 30659|The stars are dazzled and amazed 30659|By the rays of light that flit; 30659|And the water's inarticulate 30659|Murmur as it rolls away. 30659|And it makes the gloom of midnight 30659|Seem the home of all dear and fair; 30659|For the sky is a sky of eyes, 30659|And the land of dreams is a land of eyes. 30659|I cannot go a-fishing 30659|Out of your sight--for I fear 30659|Too much for you to go astray. 30659|The sea is wide and gray and chill 30659|With wind and wave and hungry spray, 30659|And you are the only thing waiting, 30659|Dear mother, when I come to you. 30659|I cannot go a-fishing 30659|Out of your sight--for I fear 30659|Too much for you to go astray. 30659|I saw you at daybreak 30659|In the garden of the West, 30659|The land of the leaves and flowers 30659|And your eyes were blue like the sky. 30659|You came to me in my sorrow, 30659|You were not far from my heart-- 30659|The land of the leaves and flowers 30659|And your eyes were blue like the sky. 30659|You were not late, dear mother, 30659|For on the hills there's singing 30659|A chorus of the song you sent 30659|To me in my sorrow and care. 30659|You came with your kisses, mother, 30659|To caress me in my sorrow, 30659|When tears were on your cheeks and hair, 30659|You sent your tears from your eyes. 30659|The earth is green--the leaves are green, 30659|The rain-flowers red and white, 30659|The sky is blue with no clouds, 30659|I never have been outdoors. 30659|The birds are all flying 30659|Out of the western sky, 30659|And the sky is blue with no clouds 30659|With a blue-black rim. 30659|The sunshine is over the hills, 30659|The shadows are falling fast, 30659|The hills are the sunsets of love, 30659|The rain-flowers and the leaves are my name. 30659|By little grey walls 30659|The old grey wall of houses 30659|Goes up to-day 30659|With the air of morning, 30659|With the golden sunlight. 30659|O little grey wall of houses 30659|With the old grey wall of houses, 30659|Can't you hear the gong at the back of the church 30659|Chime a little late 30659|And the little grey clock 30659|Goes chime ajar. 30659|And my heart is tolled 30659|To a little older one 30659|Who lives by the river 30659|Down by the bridge. 30659|But my eyes like the eyes of a bird 30659|Fly down from the old grey wall 30659|To where the blue skies 30659|Glow like the sky of May. 30659|Down in a valley of twilight, 30659|Faded and old, 30659|There stands a little maiden 30659|With a little dark eyes, 30659|And the sun is going down. 30659|And my heart will follow her 30659|To the very grave ======================================== SAMPLE 12240 ======================================== 26333|You and I, all would be sadder than we are. 26333|But I, the one dear thing that I have left. 26333|That we should lose together,--all forgotten now, 26333|Like a long summer's memory, like a flower 26333|Shed in the autumn's heartless sadness; and you 26333|Should grow old and sad, and sorrow, too, grow common. 26333|Why, what can ail my darling? Why make me sad, 26333|Why make me care for you without one wish 26333|Of love or longing? You are still so young! 26333|I love you still, and will, indeed, so very much 26333|I cannot live without you, though I know 26333|That this, at least, is for a time, at best, 26333|A momentary blossom,--I grow cold, 26333|And weary passing by from hope to hope. 26333|You make my summer seem a dull decline. 26333|I hate to see my darling wear so pale, 26333|With such a troubled brow and such a troubled waist. 26333|And yet it must be so; for otherwise 26333|I might not bear it. All the time I longed 26333|To clasp you close, and press my heart to yours, 26333|And evermore the vision would have come true. 26333|Ah, then it might have made a summer day, 26333|Or made a summer evening more serene. 26333|I might have wept--I might have wept and paled, 26333|And loved like you, and loved you more than these. 26333|Oh, I could bear it! But I must not wed 26333|This cloud of care that fills my heart with fears; 26333|And thus I pass my days, content to-night 26333|As happy as the swallows come and go. 26333|You are not sad? Well, then, let us forget 26333|All that has made us half estranged in days. 26333|I will not think of what was lost between 26333|These lips. I will not listen to your sighs: 26333|These very lips, dear maid, must not break. 26333|It was not right--I would not do this thing; 26333|And yet--I could not turn my darling's head. 26333|She will not think of this, and it is right. 26333|There is no blame in this. Let us forget 26333|All that has made us half estranged in days. 26333|We will forget all that has been or is. 26333|It was not right. And yet it was not I. 26333|Why, she is just as beautiful as she was, 26333|And just as happy--yes, just as I. 26333|A blue-eyed, petulant, blue-eyed girl, 26333|Beneath a shaggy bonnet, 26333|And in a bright-suit and a shawl; 26333|It is she, my Kate, and what of me 26333|She saw, and what of men? 26333|A dreary, dispiriting walk 26333|She took beside the river, 26333|When the sky turned stormy, and she thought 26333|That she might die of grief. 26333|"I shall never see the lovely town, 26333|Though I should travel far and wide," 26333|She sighed; "I shall never more lie 26333|In the warm country-side, at rest 26333|On the breast of a dear friend." 26333|So passing joyously, and glad 26333|With all her spirit, she left 26333|The city's little boudoir--her dream 26333|Of comfort, she believed, was quailing 26333|With that she might not see. 26333|She paused for breath. She gazed about 26333|With heart-felt awe and searching hope, 26333|Until she saw a strange, sweet face 26333|Standing near apart:-- 26333|An angel? Perhaps. 26333|But still that face seemed so unlike 26333|The angel's own, the face of one 26333|So willing to be just as he. 26333|And Kate felt, in a flash of light, 26333|That something in her heart was stirred. 26333|"O God!" she thought, ======================================== SAMPLE 12250 ======================================== 1745|A few in hope, some by dispute still hold, 1745|Not in the least concerned, nor if sooth 1745|Their dispute, that they could care or taste, 1745|But care and pain are in the end alike, 1745|Pain when there is no pain, where there is none. 1745|What can their hope, their joy be but to find 1745|Some day, which worse than doubtful, but find true? 1745|This is least hope, this is least joy, most plain. 1745|First, Hope; this is the first step: who can grow 1745|Amidst this uncertainty of uncertain 1745|Not to some rash event that either mocks, 1745|Or threatens still, what never shall be done, 1745|Or what appear'd, or seems not now to be, 1745|But that event sure, since it foreseen 1745|The world would one day be as it is now, 1745|A little shaken off, but soon restored, 1745|The man would have no more fear of Chance 1745|Or Chance's effect, or Fate's inscrutable decree. 1745|But how excess our joy over more, 1745|Or what is most seems and seemsest of all, 1745|If seemly? If in us it seems most fit, 1745|Then all our joy seemly: if in fact, 1745|Folly and fickle nature made our woe 1745|More frequent and more deep, as they did plan 1745|Our nature, which their fables do unfold; 1745|Thus wild misusers find purchase oft in crime. 1745|Nathless our hearts were pleas'd, nor private guilt 1745|Abs'd us; what we most deemed not, thought but Right, 1745|And reason with our wisdome moved our will, 1745|Not private pleasure, but the pleasure hence, 1745|That ought, but not the cause of that excess 1745|Which makes our joy excessive, and brings crime: 1745|Whom thus the moral man, the purer Wit 1745|Of this great difference taking occasion now 1745|Of yesterday's crime, to men of clay 1745|And beasts of yesterday, to writ us new 1745|Freedom, and a better reason to be call'd, 1745|VVhich thus to speak his sentence against us, 1745|Though writing under penalty of death; 1745|Though writing us this penalty in question, 1745|Whose shadow far across the evening grows 1745|Shall yet across our morning extend, 1745|Shall yet extend far into the deep, 1745|Shall find us counsell'd and assist'd to bear 1745|This penance and deliver up our souls 1745|Unto the grace of God. Yea, though indeed 1745|In some strange point of mathematics 1745|Ye deem that number, which I have defin'd, 1745|Numberless and infinite, and which ye name 1745|Numberless and infinite, that doth reckon 1745|Six and one, to number very naught, 1745|Yet to the thinking creatures this is true, 1745|That each to number like itself doth come, 1745|And that hence therefore should ye take it good, 1745|That numberless and infinite they are: 1745|Else why should number, which is grace to man, 1745|Therefore to number creatures be abhorr'd? 1745|Numberless and infinite, as great and strange, 1745|If infinite not to number are too narrow, 1745|And numberless too, if infinite not wide. 1745|If infinite not to number seem too narrow, 1745|Why not too wide? since wide is good to please. 1745|If possible, let's please ourselves withal, 1745|And try what great the good it is to be 1745|More or less bound. Wide is more compatible 1745|With true universal liberty, 1745|Availability of wealth, and pleasure too, 1745|While to each creature what he lists provides, 1745|Available or bargained for, therein lies 1745|Bliss without actionGroup, and slavery 1745|Safely triall without bondage: which overcomes 1745|All questions of advantage or of pain: 1745|So that which once bethought us of our former felicity, 1745|And trusted to the goodness of our God 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 12260 ======================================== 1471|Thick as a veiling cloud; but all the while 1471|Pressing the soul with a damping, 1471|And a damping of the heart, like a shroud, 1471|She held two things immaculately one,-- 1471|The sun and the moon. 1471|The moon is all drenched with silver, 1471|The sun of the silver drenched us 1471|As at a revel; for we, too weakened, 1471|Saw not the face 1471|Of God. And yet God is a changeless Being: 1471|How could we change for ever, and not be changeless 1471|In the same gazer who gaze on the golden 1471|And ever-flowing motion 1471|Of the sea-stricken streams and the floating and wavering 1471|And dizzy sea-drift? And when we see the 1471|Warping clouds fold back the day-- 1471|We know not yet which the wraith of the universe 1471|Which, like a wing, 1471|Shakes the air with its stormy sounds and 1471|with all of the whirr-wand'ring 1471|Circling beauty, or the mystic 1471|Thee, who stand 1471|In the great sea-field 1471|Amid your countless might, 1471|Thee unseen, thee sublime, 1471|You only, whence the tides of our being are 1471|Rising and setting; which of us not stands in awe 1471|Of the mysterious omnipotence of Thy beauty? 1471|When at last, 1471|To the sun with a shriek, 1471|We plunge for our refuge 1471|In the red gulf where is the dread to have been 1471|We saw in our youth 1471|The sun go down in the west, 1471|And the moon ride up in the east, 1471|And the stars come down in the west, 1471|And the wild winds in the north, 1471|And the wild seas in the south, 1471|When the deeps of their meeting 1471|Are all filled up, as with waves 1471|And the stormy surge-waves, 1471|Where the waves meet the hurricane, 1471|As a world-wave meets a tide. 1471|What will they be then? 1471|When the star-clouds burn 1471|With light of a thousand fires, 1471|With music of wings, 1471|Then the great host of heaven 1471|Shall turn and pursue 1471|In the dark to the abysses of the void 1471|With a shriek of the lightning, 1471|And rush down in the clouds from the mountain heights. 1471|What will be then? 1471|'Twas a vision for a day, 1471|Thou, sun, in this vision art wan; 1471|Nor wilt Thou wither to Ancar to be; 1471|Nor wilt Thou die on the mount of Acheron; 1471|And the world shall know it no ill, 1471|For the spirit of God is not yet laid up in the clay. 1471|O glory of love, 1471|That wilt thou never take place? 1471|Wilt Thou come nigh this soul, 1471|Thy living, perfect self, 1471|And hide it in Death, and die out of the world? 1471|And must I die 1471|Out of my sorrow, when all my life's been given 1471|In sighing for sweet sighing? 1471|O glory of love, 1471|I could wish all the world to live 1471|As I've been living; and then be still, 1471|But who shall bid me be 1471|Living, and being, and will I ever cease the while?-- 1471|There is something of a quiet in the moon, 1471|I must mend now my heart's aching pain, 1471|As the bird's in bed, 1471|So does the wind in the heart, 1471|The sky in the soul--'tis a sad, dark spell; 1471|O glory of love, 1471|How shall I do when Thy love was made 1471|Out of my heart, so sweet, so pure, so true ======================================== SAMPLE 12270 ======================================== I would take my last bit of clay in mine hand, 36150|And leave the rest to thee, my lord and master! 36150|And think, should any other one in the world 36150|Be standing on my pavements and my pavements, 36150|And ask me whose it is, I would have them think, 36150|'Tis his or her, and ask why his or her face is there. 36150|I'd tell him that mine are poor and worn and wan, 36150|And worn with sorrow and sadness are mine eyes; 36150|Mine ears are parted and parted are mine ears, 36150|And parted are mine hands, all heavy with cares; 36150|Mine feet are weary and worn to the sweet sand, 36150|My weary feet, and all worn with heavy cares. 36150|I would tell him that mine eyes are glassed in sleep; 36150|Mine head is bowed with care, as if I had played 36150|Upon the harp strings for a long long long night 36150|That have lain so long to awaken, now to see the stars. 36150|I'd tell him my spirit is borne along by dreams, 36150|And that before I wake I would hear the waves 36150|Of joy, and sorrow, singing the songs of this poor soul; 36150|And, looking in his sad eyes, say, "'Tis thine to let 36150|A poor soul sing by these eyes to God for ever." 36150|And then with a sigh, turn to my mistress with "Tell 36150|Me then thy name; for thou art well known to me, 36150|The first of all my company, and I would 36150|Take this poor time once more and give thee one good term." 36150|My name--my name is God and what is mine to do 36150|Within the world--my very own self is I, 36150|And the soul that is mine hath but a little span 36150|To breathe its soul, and see the world in its own way. 36150|O thou God who loveth not the man who loves not God! 36150|That loveth God is not for man, but only man 36150|Is for himself, and must be love; and as it is, 36150|I can make man, but cannot make love for man. 36150|Heaven to man must kindle then--and then man's heart 36150|Has the great chance to feel what Heaven is to God. 36150|For I love thee, Mother, God is thy name, 36150|Thy only name and very my own, and God 36150|Is thine--and what more can a poor soul desire? 36150|The love thou givest me is not for the present; 36150|I love thee not--all, all am thine until 36150|I love indeed, but love not what thou lovest. 36150|In this I long have loved thee, and thou hast 36150|Forgot my love a century and more ago: 36150|And when thou lovest more, I know it, Mother, 36150|And love like thine the poor soul must have. 36150|My days are done--I never will return 36150|In spite of you, they say, and if I said 'no,' 36150|They would not hear my cry, but would have me scorn 36150|And love me, and not leave, and for what cause? 36150|I do not know! I do not know! 36150|Some day I think I'll do it; but, Mother, 36150|Why this pain in your heart? Are you afraid? 36150|Or is it but that God's will? 36150|Oh, give me leave to love some other man! 36150|Mother, I love the man I love not now-- 36150|The man who loves and takes my soul for life-- 36150|And I would take my own! 36150|My dear mother, if I have not done 36150|Truthfully to God, then God doth well! 36150|But I confess thou knowest. 36150|So, Mother, then God doth best, 36150|But all the time, and that is well-- 36150|Why dost thou so? 36150|Mother, I fear to love thee--nay, 36150|Nay, I will dare-- 36150|But when the sun shall shine no more ======================================== SAMPLE 12280 ======================================== 27781|They said when I did the job, 27781|“It would take two hours to mend." 27781|“You’re right, ma’am,” I said, 27781|“but I’d rather get the work.” 27781|And I’ll get the work, my mother dear; 27781|But you’ll be a pretty lass at heart, 27781|For once a week-day, and twice a week-night, 27781|You can lie in our kitchen sink. 27781|And I hope, as I watch the plates, 27781|I ne’er am left in danger of hunger. 27781|My father, when he sits at breakfast, 27781|Makes an excellent steward; 27781|And that good steward I will be, 27781|And serve at table all the day, 27781|To feed us all with good white rice. 27781|For he’ll have our daily fare, 27781|And he’ll have a hearty lunch and cold, 27781|To cheer us up to walk or ride, 27781|And he’ll take his leave with the first fish, 27781|Which serves as a dinner. 27781|For I’ll never get old wayfarers, 27781|That are never at home: 27781|No matter if they have no fear, 27781|They go there no more. 27781|No matter if they come in peace; 27781|So long as they stay in the place 27781|They were born there will be. 27781|So much we all should benefit 27781|The places under the stars, 27781|The places where we live, and never 27781|A moment is forgot. 27781|The moon was full as I’d ever seen, 27781|The sun, too, full as he was full, 27781|While there were no clouds to trouble me, 27781|No rain to cloud my hair; 27781|For when we came to Thee, the Lord of All, 27781|No place was too small. 27781|“My house thou must not build without my nod, 27781|Nor yet without me leave; 27781|The earth thou must not raise up till thou art laid 27781|Its roots in Thee. 27781|“Be it dark or be it light, be each its type, 27781|Leave that to Thee. 27781|“The houses of Man thou must not awaken, 27781|Till fit fulfilment be paid; 27781|Then thou shalt wake, like me, in sleep.” 27781|This is the house by which we do meet, 27781|The house of prayer, 27781|The house of meeting. 27781|“The sun is kind as God when he shows, 27781|And nature always does grow; 27781|So pray without fear, 27781|And let what He says be true, 27781|And he will be kind, God grant.” 27781|The morning I saw before me rise, 27781|With the full moon o’ershading the sky, 27781|An angel, like the heavens on high, 27781|A radiant sky. 27781|“Now let me make a city of the air 27781|With all its glories mixed together, 27781|As fair as ever I could desire, 27781|For the fairest place’s the heart o’ the sea. 27781|“Let its streets be paved with marble white, 27781|And the way be paved with stone; 27781|Its walls of adamant bright and pure, 27781|Its fountains clear. 27781|“Let its fountain, bright beneath the moon 27781|That ’twill not overflow, 27781|Be the heart of the ocean, and the name 27781|Of the river of heaven. 27781|“Let its fountain-head not overflow, 27781|Nor any wave disturb; 27781|So ’tis for the city, and the name 27781|Of the river of heaven.” 27781|Then came the Lord of light, the heavenly host, 27781|And their messenger, the Angel true, 27781|And their messenger, the Angel bright, 27781|And from far away they bore 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 12290 ======================================== 2621|Of lighted candles that I burn 2621|Upon the altar with my breath? 2621|I hear, I hear, 2621|The angels singing, "Peace on earth," 2621|And "Judge between the red and green." 2621|Away, away, 2621|The lighted candles, 2621|The angels sing, 2621|And there before the Blessed One 2621|I bow my head, 2621|And drink the balm 2621|That breathes upon His blessed brow. 2621|Away, away! 2621|The blessed and sacred One 2621|Has left me here alone 2621|In this high glory of his love, 2621|In this low glory of His woe, 2621|For the first time. 2621|I feel as He who died, 2621|And rose again, 2621|On the white wings 2621|Of His swift, white-winged angel fleet; 2621|As the white brow of His chosen bride 2621|The light upon that altar burned; 2621|The angels sang so gay, 2621|And the holy song 2621|Serve to refresh 2621|My weary eyes, as I lay down to rest. 2621|My heart swells 2621|With the joy with which my soul is filled; 2621|The rapture, the gladness of the wine 2621|That fills my lips with praise 2621|The holy angels 2621|Fill my soul with music sweet; 2621|And, filling, 2621|They fill me overflowingly 2621|With that lofty joy 2621|That fills the heavens with the joy of love. 2621|I am the child of the wild vine, 2621|That loves the light: I am the dove 2621|That circles in the sunny air. 2621|I am the lark, the squirrel, and the hen, 2621|All that is soft and sweet and calm. 2621|I am the bud that opens in the spring. 2621|I am the apple, and the blossom white, 2621|That falls upon the little eye. 2621|I am the bird whose pinion bends the air; 2621|He is my brother, because I fly. 2621|I am the child of the rose in full, 2621|But tinted like the Northern snow. 2621|I am the flower that hangs upon the bough, 2621|And drops into the great fountain. 2621|I am the flower in which the thief streams, 2621|And wets upon the stake. 2621|I am the bird in whose far deep throat 2621|The sharp tassels run. 2621|Hither, I come along the River Road; 2621|Hither, I come to die. 2621|And in the valley round about us lay 2621|The woodland under our feet. 2621|Then shall the hunter mark how I shall lie, 2621|And, dying, in my blood shall see 2621|What wounds shall end my feeble life, 2621|And what shall be my grave. 2621|When I am dead, all that is left of me 2621|Shall be Love's prison-house and God's pall; 2621|And I shall hear the wind that blows 2621|Along the River Road, 2621|And through the quiet trees 2621|Shall hear the low sweet murmur 2621|Of the meadow-lark. 2621|Ah! not too still a folk be 2621|That go to die in the great wide wood; 2621|Nor yet for ever cold 2621|Away from man: 2621|But let us keep a cheerful pace, 2621|Since that the woods are free, 2621|Yet let us still be free 2621|From this sad bondage. 2621|It may be oft, 'mid summer haze, 2621|Before I hear the far bird's song. 2621|Or in the dewy after dawn. 2621|Or when the summer time is long. 2621|It may be ere the night-silent close, 2621|Ere evening brings the star-sundered light. 2621|Or, perhaps, ere winter's storms begin, 2621|Ere his wild frown in tempest throws 2621|His frozen whirlpools o'er ======================================== SAMPLE 12300 ======================================== 18238|For love or hate, for want, for wantonness, 18238|For love or hate, for what is here in the world? 18238|Hate his heart is, hate is his tongue, 18238|And hate is his faith, 18238|But hate and greed! 18238|For hate a lover's words are sweet, 18238|But hate and greed his love is; 18238|But hate and greed is the world's shame 18238|And hate's most vile. 18238|So we have done, at our best, 18238|And so we'll do, 18238|But the world can see 18238|We are two little rats, and go 18238|Out into the world with wings, 18238|And never return. 18238|For, sometimes, in any door 18238|Of the wide wild, where rats are, 18238|Some poor little rat will creep 18238|And cling upon a edge, 18238|And when the door is shut, and, lo, 18238|The rat no more to see 18238|Will drop, and drop and drop and fail 18238|For want of breath; and the poor thing 18238|Will hang upon the ledge 18238|And feel its last regrets, for 18238|If it could die at all. 18238|And so we die, and the life 18238|It has known is gone, 18238|And the poor small soul that clings, 18238|The little soul that whimps, 18238|And sucks, and bleeds, and shrieks, 18238|And struggles vainly, vainly, vainly, 18238|Will shrink and shriek and shriek and shriek, 18238|And the world can see. 18238|The road through the city 18238|Ropes-rope. . . . 18238|The sun in his azure tower 18238|The air is hot and strange, 18238|And a man comes marching 18238|With a drum, with a drum. 18238|What is it, what is it 18238|That you bring me 18238|Across the stony street, 18238|Across the stony street? 18238|A new-made drum, 18238|A new-made drum, 18238|All silent in its silence, 18238|All silent in its silence. 18238|What comes there singing, singing? 18238|What, what comes there singing? 18238|It is a new-made drum, 18238|A new-made drum, 18238|Silence on the dusty street; 18238|It is the steady march, 18238|It hits, it hits, it hits. 18238|What is there here marching, marching, 18238|There here singing, singing? 18238|It is a new-made drum 18238|Drum, drum, drum, 18238|It is the steady march, 18238|It hits, it hits, it hits. 18238|I would that that the world seemed still and round. 18238|In the night that settles over the land, 18238|Under the stars that gleam and shine, 18238|I would that that the world seemed still and round. 18238|In the night that goes round the moon 18238|Telling the tale it told 18238|What day was its, 18238|Midnight, and night, and drowsiness. 18238|And when it's midnight and night once more, 18238|Would that the world seemed still and round, 18238|Would that the world seemed still and round. 18238|What is it that is wandering there 18238|Wandering by morning, wandering by noon, 18238|Borne off on the wind-drifted wing 18238|Of the storm-wind drifting wide? 18238|Wind of the winter and wind of the wind, 18238|What is it that is wandering there? 18238|And when it's noon and night once more, 18238|Would that the world seemed still and round, 18238|Would that the world seemed still and round. 18238|The clouds pass over and the rain pours down, 18238|And the wind drops down upon the fields, and they blow away. 18238|They don't bring no pleasantness here to me: 18238|I'm in a hurry and I go to meet a stranger 18238|In the fields ======================================== SAMPLE 12310 ======================================== 16452|A shower, and now the light; and thus a sound 16452|Of many a pipe and vocal song began, 16452|Which the hero men, the maids, the youths, the train 16452|Of noble Myrmidons, from all the host 16452|Of foot, and horse, and chariot, all around, 16452|With all their song and dance, had hourly raised 16452|Against the palace walls; till all at once, 16452|With shrill and harmonious ditty, all around 16452|At Hector's gates the echoes came that filled 16452|With sound the city of Thebes. At length 16452|The herald of the King, issuing first 16452|To view the scene, with cheerful face and eyes 16452|Glimmer'd forth, and in the midst the sound 16452|Of many a pipe and vocal song began. 16452|Hector, the son of Priam! no mortal 16452|Is equal in this work of war in Greece. 16452|I would my song, as in command the King 16452|To bring us to the city, should enchain 16452|Whoe'er should feel the fatal hour aright. 16452|But since, by Jove's command, ye here are driven, 16452|Let not your people's pleasure so excite 16452|Your hearts, that, for yourselves, ye yield to us 16452|Our vanquish'd. But if this is not so, 16452|I would not in the battle's stress have perish'd. 16452|Thus, thus the herald sang. At once the Greeks 16452|With voice all thunder'd, and the walls resound'd 16452|Forth in the din of their rejoicing cheer, 16452|Which pierced the ear as loudly as the men. 16452|So with the herald's voice he made them hear 16452|That he had conquered many, and had slain 16452|Some not succumb'd; then, they murmuring husbark'd. 16452|Then Hector in the gate himself arose. 16452|Ungraffed he stood there; for in his front 16452|A barge of matchled oxen was to weigh, 16452|And the same wicket guarded both entrance and abode 16452|Of the illustrious Priam; but his arms, 16452|From the pavilions, held the inner gates 16452|Of the great gates, and the city's walls encompass'd. 16452|As for Hector, from whose hands he felt 16452|The hand of vengeance, he brake out full speed 16452|On him; but him again Ulysses smote 16452|Thrice on the right elbow with his spear's point, 16452|Then lifting both spears, three at once he drove. 16452|Meantime, with speedier impulse and with greater force 16452|Fierce Iris, daughter of Jove, from the door 16452|Arose; he smote Ulysses from his steed 16452|With a swift-footed spear, but he drove twice-shot steel 16452|Against the chest, and twice drew back the bow, 16452|And twice the awful god his awful look 16452|Ulysses, as he issued from the porch 16452|Beside the wall, with feet of solid earth 16452|And the high steps of the high-arched house; so, in whom 16452|All felt the energy of arms, the impulse, like 16452|That of a mountain-slack, from his steed awoke 16452|Pelides on wing, but he hurl'd back the bow. 16452|But Hector, with a voice that seemed to speak 16452|Angelic, thus the son of Peleus cried: 16452|What have we to do with vain complaints of pain! 16452|Hear me, ye Trojans; I will speak the cause. 16452|This was a pleasant palace once his own, 16452|The royal chief to Priam Priam named; 16452|But not till him, in his old age, it sat, 16452|Its roofs o'erturn'd, its beeches and its trees. 16452|A fount of gold and frankincense 16452|The mother of two children furnished, 16452|Whose wants were hard indeed, but plenty supply'd, 16452|And thus in days of old the golden bowl 16452|He had before seen, all fill ======================================== SAMPLE 12320 ======================================== 1727|sitting at the windows of the chamber, as I was going to sleep. 1727|A woman, who came with the others to bring me to Ulysses, fell 1727|in love with one of the house servants, and she was much angered because 1727|she had to leave; for she thought the men were being unjust and 1727|unpatriotic. So she told her servant who was in the shop, and 1727|they cut her wages, and would not let her go with her 1727|servants and pay her debts. 1727|"It was no exaggeration when he said he would see you at the 1727|pantry. You must go to my own house, and give your letter to 1727|the stranger who is going with the stranger, who is coming 1727|with Ulysses' servant, who will come as soon as you are about to 1727|come to town. 1727|"I will send you a good housewife who will look after you and 1727|attend you as though you were a king; let her find out where you 1727|are going, you may stay here for ever, but as soon as she has done 1727|So, for the present, let us make trial of the town of the 1727|other side, where no army can withstand us and the wind. If we 1727|lend him some ships, he will come quickly to you as soon as he can 1727|and tell you the kind of people who have come over here, for 1727|this shall be the great trial. I shall lead my men into the 1727|Plebades house in the city, and make trial by force of arms of 1727|Ulysses and Melanthius (in whose name you may perhaps have more 1727|concern), while Ulysses takes his man Hector--such is the kind 1727|of man that once was the bravest man in all Troy. I am sure 1727|there is none more excellent than he; he will do more than he can 1727|do, and do it quickly, for all the others will not help and 1727|shall not help him against us; but you are old and have some 1727|fear of battle, and therefore you shall have to do the least. 1727|"You can send some goblet, and I will send you a good one, 1727|which I will drink wine and give you, for wine was the drink of 1727|the people at Delos, and they have their wine always fresh 1727|about their platters; nevertheless, I fear that we shall drink a 1727|dinner too deep, for you are the oldest person in the town, and 1727|you have served me so many many times and I shall serve you in this 1727|case for a thousand talents, in that neither your age nor your 1727|fear can avail you; it is all because of your want of good 1727|company. You are going to make trial of me, without fail, in 1727|the presence of a crowd, and you must carry off my daughter. 1727|The son of Pylaemenos shall be slain in the house of Iphicles 1727|the rich man, while they come up against us, but Telemachus 1727|will still be king, for Jove has sent me, with a large sum of gold 1727|and many fine pieces of fine wrought work, to make trial of 1727|Ulysses and his friends, and make trial by force of arms, but 1727|for this I have a great company to take up, and I will see how 1727|I can make out; let me try, and if the Achaeans are too swift 1727|to do me in, I can make use of the weapons of the Trojans which 1727|are lying piled up in the walls, and which the men 1727|are killing." 1727|On this he sent a herald (for the messenger knew nothing about 1727|such work), and bidding them tell my lord the king, and pray that 1727|he would give a good man welcome to his house; they went straight 1727|about, for Telemachus, and Telemachus' wife, and the girl's brother 1727|and her two sisters went back with them; they took their 1727|places at once about the porch, and waited for the herald 1727|to come back. There was no harm and little fear, for they were ======================================== SAMPLE 12330 ======================================== 21019|A few words about the place. 21019|To the right of them the woods divide, 21019|But all at the same time your view 21019|Falls in, through the branches down, 21019|On the left as to a house, 21019|And the other on a hill-- 21019|And the house comes up before you-- 21019|Your heart is touched, and you smile. 21019|And at dawn, through the forest leaves 21019|The wild goose flies with a cry-- 21019|On the left as to an old house, 21019|And the old house coming down-- 21019|And the old house coming down, 21019|And the wild goose flitt'ring down-- 21019|On the left as to an old grave, 21019|And the old grave coming down-- 21019|And the old grave coming down, 21019|And the eagle flying down-- 21019|On the right of them your view splits; 21019|You look to the right a moment, 21019|See the little house in the glade,-- 21019|And the house comes up before you. 21019|All in a moment you look back 21019|O, this day is a day, 21019|My dearest house and home 21019|'Neath the sky! O, this day is 21019|Thy day of rest! 21019|O, this day was made on purpose, 21019|So take the grace! 21019|The day is broken in the west, 21019|The red sun sets, the clouds are black, 21019|And the wind, like an angel, sings. 21019|With a thousand sounds of morn, 21019|With a thousand sounds of noon, 21019|With a thousand sound of the night, 21019|With a trumpet-blast of the far off land, 21019|We hear its breath like a sacred word. 21019|We hear the sounds of a far-off land, 21019|We see the mountains towering high, 21019|Where the hills are dark with storms, 21019|And the rocks are craggy and bleak, 21019|And the waves their tongues of flame reel. 21019|And we hear a trumpet-blast of the east,-- 21019|And the star is lit on a flag, 21019|And the heavens above are filled 21019|With a glory and a beauty the like of which 21019|We should find thereoon 21019|Were a day like a night like this! 21019|So we look, and behold, 21019|We behold, the lights that come from far, 21019|From the heights of the ocean's shore, 21019|Where the hills are dark with storms, 21019|And the rocks are craggy and bleak, 21019|And the deep is broken in the sea! 21019|As to that bright morning tide 21019|The clouds are rising, light and white, 21019|In the west--and the hills are bright 21019|Where the wind is riding a wave! 21019|A day like the sea, a day like this, 21019|Was the music ye bade me sing on the first day. 21019|And when the time of its flight, 21019|In the far-off land, was near, 21019|The music and the story 21019|Were all in one accord. 21019|And it is so to the voice 21019|That shall float the air of this earth 21019|In the far-off land, 21019|In that far-off land. 21019|And oh, I see your heart's desire 21019|Is to be to me 21019|The love of this day, 21019|Of this day... 21019|And the music of the day, 21019|In the far-off land, 21019|In that far-off land. 21019|I hear the thunder rolls, 21019|I smell the burning town; 21019|And oh, I see my life's last fear, 21019|I see her face to die! 21019|I hear the last sad cries, 21019|I see my lady die, 21019|And God is with the first! 21019|I see where the far-off woods, 21019|On the hills at rest, 21019|Sit like a kingdom's slaves, 21019| ======================================== SAMPLE 12340 ======================================== 19226|And so, dear Lord, I'd love to tell you what is wrong; 19226|I could not help it if I tried; all that I know 19226|Is that my heart is with your daughter, Mary,-- 19226|'Wilt thou not come back soon, little Mary-Rose?' 19226|Her eyes like silver bells in Spring open hung-- 19226|'O, I can never go back, dear Lord!' she cried, 19226|'Let me go to my Father's Hall together!' 19226|'Nay--go without, my Mary; come away!' 19226|It is only those who can love cannot forgive. 19226|'_I, too_,' a mother cried, 'my only child!' 19226|That, Lord, is a great thing! When she was gone 19226|I lay upon the road all lone and pale. 19226|Her father was gone that fateful day 19226|And we were left to Heaven's care alone. 19226|And ever while my senses seem to range, 19226|I feel the bitter memory of that night 19226|And so, dear Lord, you see me all alone, 19226|And then with such a terrible terror burn, 19226|You think my very heart will break, and then 19226|You think my life will cease, and all for nought, 19226|And so, dear Lord, you know that I am with Thee. 19236|Brought by the _Schaffer_ in a Pannier from the _Babylonian_ 19236|"Come, little boy, the moon is bright," sighed the ancient 19236|merchant. "The moon is shining o'er my barque," added the 19236|babes. 19236|"It sets me dying to watch and weep," answered the little 19236|boy. 19236|"There! it sets me dead to life," groaned the merchant, with a 19236|laid-by rollicking smile. "With all that's fine gold in the 19236|treasure-box, there isn't a 'poor man's' silver coin in the 19236|treasure-box but is worth a lot of money," answered the 19236|children. 19236|"Not all the diamonds on earth would tempt my love to come back, 19236|"Not all the gold I won in the field would tempt me back out 19236|"Not all the pearls I caught in the seas with all that's in the 19236|purse would tempt me, Lord," they answered. 19236|"Come here, my little boy," the merchant said, "and be my guide 19236|"Not all the gold I win from the field would tempt me back 19236|out of the seas into the sea, my friend," said the little 19236|boy. 19236|"What do you mean?" asked the merchant. 19236|"A thousand pounds a-year! and twenty-five for a ship?" 19236|"Why not?" said the merchant. 19236|"Because it's only one pound a year," said the boy. "A 'little' 19236|"And then? And then you'd go sailing?" 19236|"No, not sailing; I'd study. I thought life was the sweetest 19236|"Why don't you learn to ride a horse?" said the boy. 19236|"What are you going for?" the boy said in a puzzled tone. 19236|"I want to go home to Cambridge," answered the boy. 19236|"Why not?" said the boy, again puzzled. 19236|"Why not?" the boy inquired. 19236|"No, not home," the boy answered. 19236|"Why, so fast horses may gallop around, but you can't?" 19236|"Why, I can read Greek," said the boy. 19236|"Hark! What does it mean?" the boy asked. 19236|"Why, then, you'll have to learn to read Greek," said the boy. 19236|"No need of that," said the boy. 19236|"It's the same as learning," said the boy. 19236|"Ah, that's very strange!" 19236|"So you won't," said the boy. 19236|"It isn't quite that," said he, "I'd do it," he answered. 19236|"Can I ride a horse?" said he, with a bitter sigh ======================================== SAMPLE 12350 ======================================== 1745|Where thy swift car with flaming wheeles did stray 1745|The dewy way, and turne thy watrie eyes, 1745|Erewhile beheld, yet never set. 1745|What hast thou done more wonderously 1745|Than when thou didst arise so neere, 1745|With open mouth, to girdle with pearling gold 1745|His Throne, that was set high, and look't from farre, 1745|Betwixt thine hands and High Heav'n? 1745|What hast thou done more wonderously 1745|Than to the shame of Him, the first Ancestour, 1745|That blessed us, and now shall render us 1745|Even more to blesse our inmost minds, 1745|And put on garlands for our Grandsires Grandsires Trees, 1745|To come from above? 1745|What hast thou done more wonderously, 1745|Than, froward, to upbraid our God, our Sire? 1745|A woman to walk in pride and pre-ecspy 1745|Th' angels white, with naked locks and hands 1745|That could not hold a tipple, but rolled 1745|About the centre, to be seen most wide 1745|And loudest, set on each hand a Flute, 1745|To make her haire concord with the Clouds 1745|That were the Clouds; for this had glorie in Heavn: 1745|O how sofre it did passe, 1745|When that that was heard in Heavn! the fair sounds 1745|That thou didst then repeat did sound like Bells 1745|Awaken in the Sanctuary, to inform 1745|Mankind, that they who open wide their mouths 1745|For Thee to adorne, had, within an hour, 1745|Called Heaven together into a shout, 1745|And thus farr had arrivd, when all the Saints 1745|To the great King, in whose sight all things happen, 1745|Answer'd him an Altar; for thither light 1745|Had been sent, to make an example clear 1745|Of that which might be expected, whereof 1745|He might vengence or misguide a tooth 1745|Of his great Purpose, by making seem 1745|Things which they thought would not be, or might, 1745|Till they might fall, and then begin anew: 1745|And those, who him with the greatest care 1745|Deny'd, but he at least at last obtained, 1745|Are now held potent against his own right. 1745|The new Created he created last, 1745|The which were then such as now in him 1745|Reversed, so that they all might seem 1745|Moved, not made, till he himself should call 1745|Things into being, and them fill, and make 1745|As they are desir'd, so that each substance found 1745|Might be resolv'd, of him and of his Lords 1745|Qualifie and Honour; what at first learne, 1745|Godhead without qualification. 1745|The new created he created last, 1745|The which were then such as now in him 1745|Reversed, so that they all might seem 1745|Moved, not made, till he himself should call 1745|Things into being, and them fill, and make 1745|As they are desir'd, so that each substance found 1745|Might be respiring, so that each thing might 1745|Be good, and so by judgment shar'd, and shar'd 1745|In power, and so by power might be dividd 1745|Toward the highest, that none should be afeard 1745|Against another, and no creature bold: 1745|For each thing to several gen'rall belongd, 1745|Suffic'd in multiplicity by dower. 1745|Mortals who must bide the fall, and gaze 1745|On heights from whence descried their ruin bold, 1745|Shall, doubtless, think, how sad must be their end, 1745|What power have they to grieve, or how to mend, 1745|If after labours end; and to what part, 1745|If any part, shall that op ======================================== SAMPLE 12360 ======================================== 1304|To the green wood I'll wend with my Love, 1304|With my fair Love to lead the way. 1304|Her eyes like stars, or the silver moon 1304|In the clear water, 1304|Bright beaming with deep wisdom she shone, 1304|As she led me thro' the glade. 1304|There was Peris, the wild swan's child, 1304|Whom myself I knew by her shadow, 1304|In the light of her beauty clad; 1304|But my eyes knew not her in the least, 1304|For they were of the watery kind. 1304|Yet I followed, till I stood at last 1304|At the edge of the glade atween us; 1304|O wherefore, in sooth, was there need 1304|To hide me from her lovely face? 1304|What would she say to me, were she there, 1304|If I stood there with tears in my eyes? 1304|Nay, nay--the thing is not so plain: 1304|For pity, my sweet Love, do not cry-- 1304|For I will come thee back to me. 1304|But for pleasure I must still keep 1304|Thy sweet voice to sing unto, 1304|And thy smile to smile at, still and warm, 1304|For my soul is a happy thing. 1304|Nay, nay! it is not so--I lie-- 1304|I only know I must love thee 1304|Till my last breath, for thy love's sake. 1304|O'er the green grass which we walk on 1304|As the summer sun is sinking; 1304|Soft is the bracken shade beneath us, 1304|And the linnets sing above us. 1304|There we shall come to die, my Love, 1304|And our years will be numbered, 1304|And the stars will see us dividing, 1304|And the heaven above us o'er. 1304|So our parting shall be neither sad, 1304|Sad though it should be, or sadder 1304|Than the death that waits for us lovers, 1304|When we reel from star to star. 1304|I heard a thousand blended notes 1304|Upon a summer's evening; 1304|I marked a thousand varied shapes 1304|Appearing one by one. 1304|Methought I saw a thousand white swans 1304|Swimming in the greener air; 1304|And a thousand fowls, the crafty sound 1304|Having from them a draught divine, 1304|Floating unsuspectedly 1304|Into the broad white sky. 1304|O, I remember each fair shape, 1304|It seemed so happy-like! 1304|It seemed as if it did not mind, 1304|By day nor night the misery 1304|That sun and air and sea 1304|Send up upon all things that meet 1304|Their unrestful affections. 1304|I saw a thousand white swans 1304|Gyrating in the green, 1304|With their various-dying songs 1304|Speaking to the passing air. 1304|For I remember distinctly 1304|How white was her bosom-neck, 1304|And the crown upon her head; 1304|And the sun behind her smiling 1304|Glinted her head so beautiful. 1304|But at one point their reign is ended, 1304|And she rules them with an iron rule, 1304|Who dare approach too near her. 1304|But she, like a weary queen, 1304|We tried to amuse her; 1304|Till the cruel sun and wind 1304|To our foolish boat betrayed her 1304|In the ruffian, treacherous wind! 1304|O, we sank her, we killed her! 1304|But no matter, for a little boat 1304|Winds, like a cruel breeze, 1304|Swoop'd on us from the open main; 1304|And the sail was blown, and the leak was wide. 1304|O, the cruel tempest how it blew! 1304|The cruel sun and wind! 1304|They could not all be what they were claiming. 1304|If you were hers, I suppose, 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 12370 ======================================== 16452|Than a young son; for neither he who brings 16452|His brethren forth, nor he who keeps them here 16452|From death a month, shall perish by the hand 16452|Of one so mean as he is; all his blood 16452|Pouring in sullen torrents he must purge, 16452|The stench of it distilling on his brows, 16452|And all his hair out blowing, while his voice 16452|Shrill through the gloom his voice of anger hoarse. 16452|We have not long to wait, for Jove himself 16452|And all his gods, both where he jarrs the wave 16452|And where he breathes, shall in his fury dash 16452|The chariot of Achilles. Come then; prepare 16452|The feast also, and let all men eat and drink. 16452|To whom the valiant Nestor thus replied. 16452|Atrides! Menoetes! noble friend of mine 16452|Anchises! thus Hector answer'd me. Jove 16452|And all the other Gods, and all the mirth 16452|That is, and ever shall be, born in peace, 16452|Hear, noble Menelaus, but thyself 16452|And thy companions, I propose to wait 16452|The night as guests upon brave Menelaus. 16452|To whom Hector of the glancing helm replied. 16452|Hear me, Menelaus! and be deemed in truth 16452|An heir to Jove, as noble Nestor bid. 16452|I, I myself, shall be here. Ah, what a day 16452|To sit the guest of Menelaus, chief 16452|Of every friend, and have the noble feast 16452|Waiting only in the temple of the Gods! 16452|Him answer'd then heroic Menelaus. 16452|Atrides! may I ever to thee be true 16452|In friendship and in peace, and thou the while 16452|Pleased hast thou been, here with thy guests prolong 16452|My stay. So mayst thou be attired in raiment 16452|Rugged, and in a mantle of the best. 16452|Go now; the banquet shall commence shortly. 16452|He said, and his dark-fac'd mother from the couch 16452|Approach'd of Menelaus, son of Atreus. 16452|She, with the night before her, seated there 16452|Ulysses sat and feasting with her train. 16452|The heralds now begin to call the men 16452|To council. They (with time they have arrived 16452|Since late had moved them) sit in division. 16452|Atrides, in the cloister, is at once 16452|Familiar to all, and all their eyes with ease 16452|From either counsellor to choose is cast, 16452|As by their own free wont they divide. 16452|But to the city-town, where many a chief 16452|Pent in the temple, is not yet withdrawn, 16452|And, where the host assembles, he is led, 16452|The herald, by the hand to the assembly-place. 16452|He, at the oar his golden girdle wears, 16452|With cord and cordovan trailing to the ground. 16452|Nor is the herald silent one and all 16452|Are silent. As a man, his speeches clear 16452|Distinct and full, whom hearing other speech, 16452|Listening the foot-direction fain would hear, 16452|And as himself his own speech joins, so he 16452|To all the multitude of Sire and Son 16452|Of Achaia makes discourse; he thus begun. 16452|I am not now, nor have been since the rest 16452|Of Greece to me seemed now, the same Achaian chief 16452|Who in our fleet set forth, with the aid of Jove 16452|To seek Achaia. Now from Jove's high palace 16452|I come, appointed for the triumphal feast 16452|From Ilium's gate to sacred Troy restore. 16452|But wherefore thus, Menelaus! go thy way, 16452|And not to-day, but, if aught of worth 16452|To thee be spoken, speak it with thy tongue. 16452| ======================================== SAMPLE 12380 ======================================== 1728|for I will give him the wife of Clytemnestra, 1728|daughter of Phaedra who was the daughter of Lycus. He was 1728|son of Eurydamas, who was slain by Helen my host. Then 1728|there were two daughters, Alcithea the fair, and Eurytusa, 1728|daughter of Iäsus. Then the lordly Achaeans fought, and 1728|took it that way. And these two, the best of each 1728|in the host, and of the mightiest that came, slew 1728|both the valiant sons of Atreus, the sons of Atreus, and 1728|the daughter of great-hearted Alcinous. And these two 1728|gave me the garments which were given me by the hands 1728|of the godlike hero Polypemon, from the day when he 1728|sent me over the sea to great-hearted Celeus to prove 1728|him. But he bade me give them unto the dear wife of the 1728|godlike Iäsus, who was the queen-mother of a great host. 1728|Now I must tell of the evil of the Trojans, and of 1728|their destruction of the city of Ilios, and of the hard doom 1728|upon the women and the men. For the day came, the 1728|first dawn of the morning, when the son of Atreus of the 1728|Trojan name was not dismayed, but he set up a mighty wall 1728|about the great city with the men. But soon thereafter 1728|the Trojan men fell on the barrow of the man-steed and 1728|made havoc of the people. Then the son of Saturn sent 1728|Scylla forth from the high heaven, who hath sent in aid of 1728|all the gods and mortal men, that so the Achaeans may 1728|not be driven to their ruin. And when he had gone forth, 1728|in the full light of day the Trojans came to their ships, 1728|and they made pause to make sacrifice, and the 1728|reckoner Scylla came and spake among them: 1728|'Hearken, Trojans, and Ysabeg, and the rest of the 1728|Achaeans, for I tell you now the doom of the gods have 1728|compelled us to fulfil. Thus I was wont to do before my 1728|gods, and all the gods that live under heaven, when they 1728|came down to the hollow ships of Achilles, wherefore I 1728|gave up first the sacrifice of the bull to the house of 1728|Achilles, then slew oxen and slew the bull, and 1728|gave to each man his half of the sacrifice, and he stood 1728|aside in the ship and let the sailors have it. But now 1728|against my will are the gods compelled me to go on board 1728|the ship, and to sacrifice the bull. Even so I will die 1728|as I ought for the wrongs I was wont to bear in hand of 1728|counsel, and even so will I die in the sight of my 1728|children and friends, yea even as I ought for all the 1728|mischiefs that the Greeks have brought upon my head. For 1728|woe is me, and none but a fool would take this goodly 1728|furniture in the war for such a work, and take it 1728|upon himself, since surely he will not be able to hold 1728|it in his hand, and that will he be the worst of all men's 1728|aim; for they that strive beyond their heart's desire shall 1728|doom themselves to lose it.' 1728|So spake he, and from the lofty mast of a broken vessel 1728|flew forth, and straightway it descended, and Scylla 1728|took it up and smote with her great broad toe on a 1728|square piece of oaken planks. As the winds blow across the 1728|skies, the ship struck in her path and made great noise 1728|and uproar all day long till the setting sun showed his 1728|face, so that the Trojans bode not in the narrow place, 1728|but turned their backs and flew over the sea, nor cared 1728|how ======================================== SAMPLE 12390 ======================================== 38566|v. 3. I have been told. Horace refers to the first 38566|edition of Maccabaeus.] 38566|v. 17. I did not go.] Maccab. 5. The passage in 38566|v. 27. I saw, or heard, too.] Horace's memory, or the 38566|wailing of the ghosts of the dead.] 38566|v. 29. We could not. Horace has this to say of the 38566|reflection of that stone: 'Sic a dea 38566|Vulneris carmina, dea vulnera, per amoenae 38566|Foederasti, flicorum rerumque rexit agmen, 38566|Augeas, quom ego peragasti.' Whence he introduces the 38566|strange question:--Is there any thing in nature which a 38566|further creature may not take, and which yet survives?'--op. 38566|v. 34. I will make my foes of thee.] 38566|Vivos peragostes nimbos 38566|Fistula quod antitinxis euntius aureis 38566|Fistula prima, et frugiferum deflet imber, 38566|Ficta peragostem dum feratorem attram 38566|Vindicta dum verba prima prima. 38566|v. 84. My sister.] The poet here suggests the same thoughts 38566|followed by all the painful horror and bitterness of 38566|v. 96. The shade.] The shadow in the ecstatic dream of the 38566|Christ in the cave of Mara.] 38566|The poet also suggests the term 'shadow' in his allegorizing 38566|v. 97. The golden trumpet.] The trumpet, with its sounding 38566|shaft of gold. See Hell, Canto XXII. 51. Oresti in germane.] 38566|v. 102. With the sparrow's feet.] See Hell, Canto XXII. 53. 38566|v. 129. The golden calf.] Cicero, in the 2nd Book of the 38566|Paralogicum, speaks of 'greeks,' in allusion to this, who had 38566|owned that famous animal. 'Greeks' in Latin literature are 38566|of the Nile river tribe. They were used in weaving baskets or 38566|v. 2. He, who, in the likeness of a wise old man, 38566|Was on the shore sitting, and was holding up his hands to the 38566|winds in a good willing mood.] 38566|v. 8. So long as the sun shone.] 38566|v. 20. A little of the sea.] 'The land of the South, the 38566|'Easterly sea.' Virg. Georg. i. 749 sqq. And Lucan, Eurip. Georg., 38566|v. 40. I made him a rope of my rose-girdled vair.'] 38566|v. 41. The mountain-air.] 38566|v. 43. The air of the heavens. 38566|v. 45. The clouds were round. 38566|v. 49. As a stream of a river flows.] The sea stream of 38566|v. 50. I made him an oar. 38566|v. 61. The fair Hesperides, who in the sky 38566|Stooped down to receive the gift of the dove.] 38566|v. 62. From heaven came down the God as a dove.] 38566|v. 68. He gave it to me to play with. v. 71. 38566|v. 88. My life is gone, and I am alone.] 38566|v. 87. I did not die, but pass away. v. 92. 38566|v. 92. He is my only heritage] 38566|v. 94. In the same manner as man is divinity. 38566|But when He passed away.] 38566|v. 105. I came to live, and was glad.] 38566|v. 109. To think on thee is more than mortal.] 38566|v. 136. I came to see Thy face.] 38566|v. 142. Thou art as a river in whose wave 38566|Thou gavest to swim. 38566|v. 146. Thou d ======================================== SAMPLE 12400 ======================================== 18396|Where they live in open view, 18396|Where the woods and hills and pines 18396|A living life do give; 18396|Where there's joy in every light, 18396|Where every voice is music, 18396|And where no sorrow is, 18396|Where the traveller's heart can beat, 18396|And the lover's eyes beguile. 18396|And then, and then, dear heart, 18396|Loneliness and darkness flee; 18396|A new, bright, beautiful day -- 18396|Ah, that seems ne'er to be! 18396|For though the world-wise lov'd thee so, 18396|How can I love but thee? 18396|The land is fair where grasses wave 18396|And blue waters glide, 18396|Where the golden balls of pearls do play; 18396|There joy's a nature rare. 18396|There's beauty on the mountain's brow, 18396|And beauty on the wave; 18396|There's splendour in the valley's shade, 18396|And splendour in the glen. 18396|There's joy in all things round me here, 18396|There's pleasure in the land; 18396|The flower is gay, the tree is green, 18396|And joy is always there. 18396|Oh, there the rose is blooming fair, 18396|And blooming fair the tree; 18396|But ah! my heart is strangely stirred 18396|For loveliness in all. 18396|But ah! that land which I love most, 18396|And my poor heart the saddest know, 18396|The land which charms me most, 18396|And saddest, yet, the land of woe, 18396|Whose smile is sad in all. 18396|Away, away, my life! 18396|I will flee from thee; 18396|The path where woe doth grow, 18396|To one who seeks for it. 18396|Ye winds that howl and rave, 18396|Alas, that ye should! 18396|Why should ye breed alway, 18396|'Mong desolate woods? 18396|The earth to all alive 18396|Is full of grief and care, 18396|And grief and care are death -- 18396|Wherefore should ye breed? 18396|'Tis hard to bear the night, 18396|And the deep low sky; 18396|The earth is wont to quake, 18396|While sleep in her arms lies, 18396|With arms outstretched and round, 18396|I love the world as it is; 18396|The earth's a kind of playfellow, 18396|And full of merry woe 18396|To those that wander far 18396|Beyond its banks and bowers, 18396|To that which is to me 18396|A heaven--oh, bliss! to be there! 18396|I loved to wander through 18396|The land, where all is gay, 18396|There in the autumn night 18396|I'd dream of home and where, 18396|And of my dear and loving bride 18396|That I was a cottage-dame, 18396|And she was a noble dame, 18396|And she a maiden fair. 18396|In the year when the year of love 18396|Dies in the bed of birth, 18396|And our life's youth grows like autumn's age, 18396|Sweet, O sweet would it be! 18396|There the world will be a world of rest, 18396|While the day and the night 18396|Only have one delight about them -- sleep -- 18396|O sweet, O sweet was the dream 18396|Of my spirit at nightfall. 18396|The light, the shadow, the dew, 18396|The dew, the day, the night, 18396|I saw them to those who were near me, 18396|And I saw them afar. 18396|I saw the moon in the autumn sky, 18396|The dew in the dawn, 18396|The light, the shadow, the dew, 18396|The light, the night; and the dew was purer 18396|Than is now my breath. 18396|The love I had of my loved one's love, 18 ======================================== SAMPLE 12410 ======================================== 1054|And o'er the field she gaed; 1054|She went to the kirk-ended fair, 1054|The porter she espied. 1054|He was a true and loyal rogue, 1054|And told her of his loss; 1054|She knew his fault and took him by the left hand, 1054|And a' to be from his kin: 1054|But she found there was a great deal more 1054|Of his great kindred dead. 1054|Then up and spake the maid of my dear love, 1054|And straight she thought to wreak her malice: 1054|'Ye have my land and house, my lands, 1054|And my hame to you; and for your hurt 1054|My fault I curse you for ever.' 1054|'Now wha is this is come to aid me, 1054|That I have lost my master? 1054|For wha knows but it may be my death, 1054|That I have lain at his feet.' 1054|'Well! waly waly up yon hill, 1054|And bring me my sword, my sword, 1054|And bring it me to help you all, 1054|And help me to live or never.' 1054|'Now wha is this I wot I see? 1054|That I wot I see? 1054|A thousand yan at your side, 1054|And fifty at my side. 1054|'And now the kirk is fyked and gane, 1054|And ye maunna call to yan, 1054|I have lost my lord, my lord, 1054|And never shall see him more.' 1054|'Now wha is this I wot I see? 1054|That I wot I see? 1054|A five-score at yan feet, 1054|And at yan's three in the face. 1054|'And twenty yans at yan's fore, 1054|And fifty yans at yan's aft: 1054|But I'll a' be well at yan; 1054|And will a' be well at yan, 1054|I'll be well at yan.' 1054|'Now wha is this I wot I see? 1054|That I wot I see? 1054|That at yan's three's fore, 1054|And at yan's five at yan's aft, 1054|But I'll a' be well at yan, 1054|And will a' be well at yan, 1054|I'll be well at yan.' 1054|'Now wha is this I wot I see? 1054|That I wot I see? 1054|That at yan's three's fore, 1054|At yan's five at yan's aft, 1054|But I'll a' be well at yan, 1054|And will a' be well at yan, 1054|I'll be well at yan. 1054|'Now wha is this I wot I see? 1054|That I wot I see? 1054|That at yan's three's fore, 1054|At yan's five at yan's aft, 1054|But I'll a' be well at yan, 1054|And will a' be well at yan, 1054|I'll be well at yan.' 1054|'Now wha is this I wot I see? 1054|That I wot I see? 1054|That at yan's three's fore, 1054|At yan's five at yan's aft, 1054|But I'll a' be well at yan, 1054|And will a' be well at yan, 1054|I'll be well at yan.' 1054|He spied her a' frae his sister's house, 1054|Wi' hound and hilt: 1054|'Now wha is this I wot I see? 1054|That I wot I see?' 1054|'A maiden came a yeer bote oute, 1054|Baith horn and helme, 1054|And auld Robin Hood, the knight full blyt, 1054|In toke that helmed her gay. 1054 ======================================== SAMPLE 12420 ======================================== 19226|There she saw a lovely girl, 19226|She who, when her soul was still, 19226|With one bright look so wild and rare-- 19226|The sea-mew's eye, that shines on it, 19226|As when some demon, dreaming, bides 19226|With one white raven wing. 19226|To these wild eyes the fairy-child 19226|Told many a strange and curious tale, 19226|The fairest he of them had dream'd; 19226|He dream'd she was a fairy fair; 19226|He dream'd, there came a cloud on high, 19226|It closed about her, thick and gray; 19226|One drop of her soul's blood was found there. 19226|O, that was wondrous, wondrous sight! 19226|The heart of her, and the face of her 19226|That was too fair, too fair to be 19226|The face of a woman born to die. 19226|A woman born to die! 19226|And what said the angel of Death? 19226|"O grave, lay bare the awful head! 19226|Where is thy peace? where is thy rest? 19226|In yonder sky a speck was seen 19226|This sign is writ, a mark of pain, 19226|'I am,' it cries, 'the soul of Mary; 19226|I broke her head with heavy blows, 19226|I broke it with an icy lash, 19226|'I will give thee not a kindly kiss 19226|Once in this world,' it cries; 'O veil, 19226|Once from the living death-light blind 19226|Shall thy soul die.' 19226|I say, lay bare the awful head! 19226|This is thy peace! This is the light 19226|Which shall shine long and shall endure, 19226|Through starry space, and endless time, 19226|And every word of thine. 19226|I said, lay bare the awful head! 19226|And lo, this is the sign of rest, 19226|'I am,' it cries, 'a little thing, 19226|The shadow of Mary's doll, 19226|I wandered all the night last May, 19226|'Till sun-bright morning, May the third; 19226|There was a voice in my head, I said, 19226|'Now let me rest awhile with thee.' 19226|The shadow of Mary's doll answered her, 19226|And said, 'O thou my shadow art, 19226|My love, I give thee rest at last 19226|Thine in the sunless garden there.' 19226|But thou wilt never look on my face, 19226|Unless by my hand pressed, 19226|Unless at my touch thou shalt forget 19226|Thine every thought but one alone. 19226|If I should lose a living soul, 19226|Or bring to grief to many a one 19226|One heart that should have been, 19226|Or lose a hope in many a one, 19226|Yet, if I did not lose my love, 19226|I should forget to weep, 19226|I should forget, and think I were 19226|A goodly actor in the play. 19226|Ah! how we wish, and long to be 19226|Some day, some day, a man-- 19226|A better, more exalted soul 19226|Than we have ever been. 19226|As a child I watched the wild bees go, 19226|And in the dream of song 19226|Mused at it, and dreamed of what it might 19226|Be as a mother to the child. 19226|I was not ill at ease, 19226|The day came when I must go 19226|To the great world outside 19226|Where all my hope was left. 19226|There was never a home 19226|For the little man or girl 19226|But had to be away 19226|From my country and all life. 19226|I must go far away, 19226|From my dear loved home, 19226|There are no more my race, 19226|I'm left in the wilderness. 19226|I had hoped my place to fill, 19226|For I have an ancient brain, 19226|But now I'm left alone 19226|In this ======================================== SAMPLE 12430 ======================================== 38566|Olli et arma 38566|Sed faciem sine illo, 38566|Et non hanc et hanc 38566|Ut sciam vobis in vobibus? 38566|Olli et arma 38566|Sed faciem sine illo, 38566|Et non hanc et hanc 38566|Ut sciam vobis in vobibus. 38566|Hunc tu, qui me fugito indigne, 38566|Impior omni scibas erit? 38566|Ille procul ingenium fata meum: 38566|Omnia cum tibi dabo militibus. 38566|Pugnant tot hinc et vos quoque suo. 38566|Si tamen egressa, non sibi mihi meis.' 38566|Iamque suos suasceant illis 38566|Nolit quod illi, dum dederant. 38566|Omnis eadem esse dicas, etiam omnibus 38566|Possit digna patebat illis. 38566|'Mong the unnumbered ills that blight the plain, 38566|No hope my bosom lights, 38566|No rest my mind stimulates, 38566|With every day I feel the pains. 38566|Now on the barren plain 38566|Fruitless I look, and fruitless I live, 38566|Now home returning 38566|Find fruitless my lodging-place.' 38566|'In the fourth lustre of the morning 38566|I found him lying, 38566|With hands and feet bound, 38566|And the long black hair 38566|Streaming over his breast for clothes.' 38566|'His last words were, as the poet saith, 38566|''Whatsoe'er God wills, I will.' 38566|'The fourth lustre of the morning 38566|It was that brought me to him; 38566|'And I told o'er and o'er again 38566|'Whatsoever had been my want.' 38566|'Then I heard him answer, 38566|'Howe'er my heart desire; 38566|And my breast heaved, and the lips agape 38566|Covered all my breast with kisses three. 38566|'And when he had spake between his kisses, 38566|'Aloud with moan I cried, 38566|Loud and loud withal-- 38566|O Love, deliver me from this.'-- 38566|'The first kiss is the worst: 38566|'But the second is worse, 38566|And the third is but the dearer.' 38566|Love's Friendship. 38566|Virgil's _Pol._ x., 29. 38566|'Pars etiam Lucina quid vocis, etiam 38566|In memorandum fas esset.' 38566|'As for Lucina she made answer 38566|'This I know, and this I ask no more.' 38566|'What profit 'tis to say 'That and That naught,' 38566|But like 'The Dryad from the bough, What peeps the 38566|Peasant from the mead?' 38566|'Aristotles, ibi paris teneras, inna 38566|Nec fuere nimis et nimis ignis.' 38566|'Et pluris cara mihi divinitus ad aras 38566|In nati substantia veste saeclo.' 38566|'Virgineum propri artistis, et Vrbis est: 38566|Quot sunt praedaeceatur, vobis ut ignis 38566|Atque in nostris sine dramatissima loqui.' 38566|'Virgineum perspecta est,' ut proelia vivit aqua.' 38566|'Si non haec, bene quaerentem simul gravis, 38566|Et bene causa est mori; et omnes omnia 38566|Non haec bene facit, sed et ipsa loquuntur.' 38566|'Verum vero tibi videt esse animi anima.' 38566|'Si quid sitet, sapientia causa est vivit Apis.' 38566|'Si ======================================== SAMPLE 12440 ======================================== 3023|All the world with a little cloud; 3023|We could never bear to see it, 3023|For it's our fate every day 3023|To a new and unknown world to go! 3023|'Tis a frightful sight, I fear! 3023|No one else is aware of it! 3023|The sun's on the ocean's breast: 3023|Then why so pale and wan? 3023|'Tis not the cold in the ocean's breast. 3023|In truth, the poor, old soul of it 3023|Now will not let her weep! 3023|How can you think her so wan? 3023|For she hath lost her sight! 3023|'Tis not the weariness in her eyes! 3023|And you must find some place for your head! 3023|The waves were murmuring, 3023|As now, from the forest, 3023|I hear them roaring 3023|Through the meadows brawling. 3023|'Twas once a fair and noble dame, 3023|In her rich and stately homes, 3023|Firmly bore the burden of life-- 3023|A wife, who loved well her husband, 3023|And to duty she steadfastly bound. 3023|There lived a housekeeper there, 3023|Who, night by night, with care and pain, 3023|Gave, day by day, to that wife, 3023|What she earned by work--of day and night. 3023|And so the housekeeper's heart was moved by the praise of her husband's 3023|"In such a way as that shall ever be?" 3023|(With a handkerchief which is on the table) 3023|Said the old woman. 3023|"And so it is, and must ever remain," 3023|Said she, "the man of his choice. 3023|Yet shall I have that woman's trust, 3023|For she has true faith in me; 3023|To-morrow, though she should prove false, 3023|And tell me a lie to my cost, 3023|I should know who was the man of the house." 3023|(Sound of a lute upon a table.) 3023|(The old woman on her knees.) 3023|"Yet must the woman be true, 3023|And true shall be she for all time! 3023|My little boy will come and see 3023|The man who was my life's true love." 3023|(Sound of a lute upon a table.) 3023|(The old woman with her nose against the wall.) 3023|"And shall I now behold your son?" 3023|She sighed, "Oh, no, I may not!" 3023|(The gotham released her hands, and bowed.) 3023|"Be silent, and turn your cheek, 3023|The grave will then be very near! 3023|There, with the dead woman's hair, 3023|With the white neck, I see my son." 3023|"No, no! the woman has lied! 3023|He lives! he's back in town,-- 3023|The boy, and not in yonder castle! 3023|The boy in the morning,--when the dew was shining! 3023|(Sound of running water.) 3023|And now the man of the house is dead, 3023|(Ringing of gothams, and a man in his cap, 3023|Falling in the water.) 3023|"Hast he forgot his wife, the child, 3023|And never once did he look at the old man 3023|With tears in his eyes, nor bid him make such haste, 3023|As now, for your sake, this very minute?" 3023|(Ringing of goths, and the man in his cap and gown, 3023|Falling in the water.) 3023|"Then, why, he forgot his mother, too, 3023|And never did look at the old man, like you, 3023|With my tears, nor bid him make such haste, 3023|As now, for your sorrow, this same day you bleed!" 3023|(Ringing of goths, and the man in his cap and gown, 3023|Falling in the water.) 3023|"Then, why, he forgot his mother too ======================================== SAMPLE 12450 ======================================== 1745|In his full blake Ensignes to their way 1745|With joy and glorious cheer, as in they durst goe, 1745|The Foe, that thought him in the pass, behind 1745|Furrowing th' inconstant deep, the watrie shade, 1745|Where, to their grief, the Sea with all her store 1745|Of Waters passed unpeipp'd, unbarred, unpass'd, 1745|In ioyous gyrations; such a sight at sight 1745|Fame could not in all her pride prevent, 1745|Even Demons, and of Spirits, that inarail 1745|With helum-beames, or ere they doo them play. 1745|As when before the Sun his face hath taken, 1745|The region of the Evening, and all there 1745|Hideous under loads of cloud together hemm'd, 1745|A sunny land, whose glistering shores of ice, 1745|Though charms the weary skie-genius may admire, 1745|Or the Princes rove, in their explorations 1745|Of undistraught Nature, and of habit guiltless, 1745|Gat not on him too great an idolatry, 1745|And reck'd it not, though sure it seemd a land 1745|Of harmless hermits, where the Lord of life 1745|Lay hid in bosom; he, of whom I speak, 1745|The son of Levi, was of gentle blood, 1745|Slighted by one sinew, which from him reigned 1745|As in a diadem flourishing: for one 1745|In him the Lemnian cold vertu overroak, 1745|And colourd as the Skie, which to describe 1745|Fleshy would be, when Winds howl o'respread with snow. 1745|His spousals were of peace; his daily bread, 1745|Meal of bread: his chamber circumstanced 1745|With sweet cov'nantions: in his Courtly bower 1745|More than a thousand dainties: with him meat, 1745|And drink, and food, and drink againe, was also, 1745|E're in his Palace, and in his Palace-stews. 1745|For evill accus'd, not evill were the same 1745|Bad, badder, to digest, and to be feed'd; 1745|So accus'd, the goodly goodnes and might 1745|Of these his Kingship over them imparts; 1745|Whom worse in fortitude to stand they need, 1745|And worse in senses, in disrelish kill. 1745|So that without discomfit (as the World 1745|Is wrapp'd in it) in their deep pit of Burnes 1745|All guilty together are inflictd, 1745|And whirl'd with endless infamie and malice: 1745|Whom worse to struggle or resist they intend, 1745|And worse to persecute, and deeper dive 1745|In this perdition-dyaint, which every Tongue 1745|Injures and harms, the deeper still they go; 1745|More hurt thereby, and worse to help in Sin, 1745|Th' injuachous Gang of Devils doth grow. 1745|But let me pause, my Readers; this Desart Islander 1745|Explores with int'rest intice, and hopes feere 1745|In no mean degree, but needs must look farre, 1745|What remote and secret might the Island arre, 1745|Which he so lately travers'd, or might undertake 1745|To lift or lower, what this or the Bower 1745|Capacious, or where present or in past 1745|He plac'd, or from whence descended at his skie, 1745|What time he left the Pit of Pharaoh to pass, 1745|That bright Olympiad opening on the Skye 1745|Of his bright Bowre, and what a Gorgon face 1745|Gorgon seem'd, which now the Prodigal his Shrike 1745|Insulted and abused, but still so stern, 1745|So lingering, awful, and elswhere was, 1745|That from his Bridge of Steel he durst not alighte 1745|By land, but rather walked, with ======================================== SAMPLE 12460 ======================================== 30357|In their early days, 30357|Where, in their infancy, 30357|They were first taught to heave and groan, 30357|And tremble at their Maker's power: 30357|How he the happy gift bestowed 30357|That gushing Nile might safely run; 30357|And all that is or ever was 30357|Or to be, or was, or shall be, 30357|Or was, or shall be free, shall be, 30357|And all created, and all deformed, 30357|And all things that alter, mend, or fright, 30357|And they that do the outward, inner hele, 30357|Or else the workings of the inward, 30357|And they that do the washing, bundling, brooding, 30357|Or else the work of ceremonial, 30357|Or else the winding of a pipe or bell, 30357|Or else the kneading of the dough, 30357|Or else the setting of the sun, or moon, 30357|Or else the setting of the stars; 30357|And they were holy in their shapes, 30357|And their acts as such they could, 30357|But they were profane in their acts and ways, 30357|Except in holy things ordained, 30357|And in things that might tempt or terrify, 30357|Except in rite and name and acts, 30357|Except in acts of fear and awe, 30357|Except in acts of holy fear and awe, 30357|Except in acts of awe, except in acts of awe; 30357|And all that they had knowledge of, how, how, or when, 30357|Were but the children of that dread and awe, 30357|The most horrible of all things seen 30357|When they beheld the face of men. 30357|The great angel, to his word 30357|That day, 30357|Came forth, and on his raiment tied, 30357|Took up his seat in air, 30357|And held his cross on high, 30357|Crying, "Fools! to seek a death by sling-ball shot. 30357|Let thy false lips speak, and say 30357|What no man on that day can hear: 30357|To lose one's youth is but to lose one's youth, 30357|And lose one's youth in endless pain: 30357|And lost youth never wholly comes to end 30357|Except with a final great cry, 30357|And nothing is to be gained bye, 30357|That is to nothing more than nothing comes, 30357|Unless it be the love of another that 30357|Can send that life to him to share." 30357|There came a sudden rush of men 30357|And women, sharp as lance-shot steel, 30357|And hound or hound's howl of command, 30357|With bone for bone, and tusks for tusks, 30357|And skulls that burst in ribbons hung, 30357|Stamp Oderberg, break the wave beyond, 30357|And charge you cannot cease to fight. 30357|And as they charged the walls of ice 30357|Fell in huge billows round the sun, 30357|And burst the oaken bar with spears, 30357|And tumbled on and on the shore 30357|In maddened masses, with the cry, 30357|"Come from the North, come from the North!" 30357|And in the dark they laid their hands 30357|On every hand, and shouted there, 30357|Or ran to meet men in their train, 30357|And in their teeth they bit the lips of Spain, 30357|And in their teeth let loose the North. 30357|For all the walls of ice were riven 30357|With sound and smell, and round and round 30357|Flowed streams of blood on sudden hurled, 30357|And all the land to foam with blood, 30357|And all the heaven resounded with the roar; 30357|So that all heaven was full of fear. 30357|For every mouth was flooded, and the eye 30357|Was flooded with the blood in mist that lay 30357|On the broad fields, and in the heaven far down. 30357|But they that fled away to sea, 30357|Were filled with joy, for that the thing 30357|They feared ======================================== SAMPLE 12470 ======================================== 8187|With all one might destroy, 8187|And he would do as well. 8187|So then--as it always does-- 8187|I would have _his_ the _first_-- 8187|If he'd _give_ me back my _life_--and so, my _wife_ 8187|Could not think of dying. 8187|But we, that, just this day, a gift-giving party, 8187|Left a mere fraction for ourselves, by giving a 8187|Million--which means all we had left we gave to her-- 8187|To her, of all women, who, when you think truly, 8187|Might be thought life-sustaining. 8187|I will tell this story--the tale as it's all told-- 8187|From MARY's lips in such simple words, it must sound strange, 8187|To hear _her_ so lovingly add to that thousand, 8187|The thousand--her _own_, who lovingly took from her 8187|And gave to _me_, my _wife_--"my" woman; while, 8187|From out her heart's-blood, like the rising of a flood, 8187|"Her," my _wife,_ her _true_ wife, she gave to me. 8187|And by and by--I was but a young lad then, when all this 8187|I tell was told to me by my lady from the bedside; 8187|And as now I am very much with my story muddled, 8187|I'll let it stand upon that point, and say, that when 8187|We met, my name came up, as to say I was found 8187|In every place I ever went, like the "L" all over. 8187|But this I could hardly do, because, as I say, 8187|My story was all mixed up with some _thing_, or _a_, or, 8187|Or else; but I could not understand _the_ point, if the case-- 8187|So, in answer to your question--why, 't was her _care_. 8187|But, in truth, I never heard that mother call 8187|"My husband is lying down." 8187|As this matter did appear, 8187|'Twas the great point that "The L" at the end, I guess, 8187|Or, at least, the "L" of "His Lumpers" would seem to be; 8187|If 'twas the _same_, why, they _might_ have been _the_ same. 8187|And _she_--my own dear lady--did seem _to_ be that matter, 8187|Or was at least, in fact--in every way, from head to feet. 8187|And I, in the first instance, could not tell whether she 8187|The _first_ were the _first_, and in fact the _one_, or _both_, 8187|When the _love-sick _Maid_ got up to go to bed, first came, 8187|The _second_, then, I guess! 8187|It was a lady so full of _fancy_, that "her _lips 8187|Were lipped with a sudden kiss," as she said, one day, 8187|While the maid was going by, to a play which they was going to, 8187|"I am all-a-flowing," said she in voice so much altered, 8187|That she soon lost her good name--a thing she had not a heart for, 8187|"Then a _gift_ for me;--a _purse_ for _myself_--a _paddle_." 8187|She said, as she glanced through, "You cannot guess, dear Miss, 8187|"That if one puts in one's _self_, one _saves_ at every labor; 8187|"And by dashing to change you, you know how much labor is!-- 8187|To change your own legs--that is but to make a new _purse_, 8187|"And to put in, in, _yourself_, one's _gift_--a _paddle_, 8187|Where, 'twixt the _purses_ of two lovers, 'twas plainly seen, 8187|And, _glorified_, it _would_ seem ======================================== SAMPLE 12480 ======================================== 1365|The air was a strange, strange dream! 1365|That she had come back from the sea, 1365|And not been thrown overboard; 1365|Had stood and watched the sun go down, 1365|But not been drowned in its descent! 1365|But, ah! that last great, dreadful cry, 1365|As if she were to die at sea! 1365|And then it came! It came, with its sound 1365|And light and roar and clang and whirring! 1365|It swept across the silent air,-- 1365|And hark! that heavy aural sound 1365|Which was the scream of God! 1365|And it came down from the Heavens bright 1365|With that which was not God's scream. 1365|The storm-wind from the north! Oh shame! 1365|Yet, what is this that I hear, 1365|Which lifts my broken heart to thine, 1365|In a kind word? 1365|Thy mouth in mine! 1365|There is a song and a prayer 1365|Breathed into it. It sings to thee 1365|In its own, sweet, melancholy way. 1365|I look into thy small and starveling eyes. 1365|How sad I see thee, and yet how free! 1365|I stand above the city, amid the silence, 1365|In the broad, peaceful, misty, beautiful air; 1365|Like the dark forest, which some happy child 1365|Takes for a shelter from the lightning's shining. 1365|There I hear the mighty waters roar, 1365|Like the wild winds of heaven over the earth; 1365|And with that wild wild wind I feel the beating 1365|Of the heart-strings of the mighty ocean. 1365|And a thousand eyes are glistening 1365|With the fire of God, and they see 1365|The hidden glory of Thy face, 1365|In the clear and starry heaven! 1365|And then I think of the deep sea-ways, 1365|And, the long, strange nights we've stood there, 1365|And the little bark that sailed out in the storm; 1365|And all in the silent wind's arms of hate. 1365|And the weary life we've led. 1365|O God of all the holy loves! 1365|Can it not be, as Thou art, 1365|A child of the darkness, and a slave? 1365|And yet it is Thou art not more than any of these; 1365|Thy love is of a deep, spiritual kind, 1365|And cannot but find expression in deeds. 1365|God watches thee under the dark waters, 1365|And in their deeps of sadness He hears you; 1365|He has forgotten once again 1365|That it was night, when again your sails 1365|Float from the weary skies. 1365|And we, too, when a weary tide of darkness 1365|Has ebbed from the restless waves, may be listening 1365|At that same lonely port to those voices, 1365|Crying in the silence of the night; 1365|And we shall know how close He stands in the shadows, 1365|With the shadow of Thyself behind Him. 1365|Oh, who can tell of the sorrow that is in us, 1365|When we are overcome with sorrow? 1365|When we are overcome with thoughts of death, 1365|And the light has passed above us. 1365|Lord, let us speak with one voice! 1365|O my soul, it is thy love, 1365|To whom all things are right, 1365|And all to thy thoughts to belong. 1365|For thou art the child of all things, 1365|And this heart is thy only chest, 1365|With all the rest of life's garments 1365|With thy image enclosed. 1365|Lord, let us speak with one voice! 1365|I am weary, and I go to sleep; 1365|I am weary with the toil of toil, 1365|With all that men bring to the earth and sea. 1365|The heart of the toiler, the proud man's heart, 1365|Is tired with nothing, and all's done. 1365|And this, no less than the life of the sage, ======================================== SAMPLE 12490 ======================================== 9579|In the battle-dawn by the walls! 9579|And, for the honor of our race, 9579|"Give us but the flag we wore, 9579|And help us to keep still the faith 9579|While warlike drums and banners flow!" 9579|What, France! thy standard laid aside, 9579|What joy to see thee kneel again 9579|On that sod to which the North shall bow, 9579|When men may pray without dismay, 9579|And France, unmoved, keep calm and cheer 9579|On them, the children of the sun, 9579|For freedom--that thy children breathe 9579|Through all the future, wide apart, 9579|The North and South! 9579|A great North-south! yet let none 9579|Whate'er the shade of treason shows 9579|Think his conspiracy less secure 9579|Than that which, through good and ill, 9579|Our fathers served. 9579|I, Hector, am thy dying fire, 9579|To burn till Europe see 9579|Above thy battle-trophicles 9579|A sunny Normandy-plain 9579|And Marseilles. 9579|Then shall the Frenchmen they, not thou, 9579|Have full Philippe's due; 9579|And, dying, leave us a petition, 9579|Sole voice to sound, 9579|That, for the love that clings to France 9579|A hero's grave, 9579|Their Grandsires' graves in Luxembourg, 9579|Like yours, shall honor. 9579|The little boys who grew to be men 9579|Like thee, in battle down, 9579|With bayonet and pistol in limb, 9579|And deadly-fanged, bate thy death no whit; 9579|But France, in that brief trial hour, 9579|Shall have thy blood, 9579|With all her ancient graces red, 9579|To make thy soul their own. 9579|No poet has lived who did not write 9579|Much like this soldier I; 9579|Born on my father's Sabbath morning, 9579|Read in by each man his page, 9579|Read man to man, as hawks their flying deer 9579|To that sweet morn for us they sped. 9579|The poet's pen could never swell 9579|The huge and rugged lines, 9579|The thick wavy talk of youth's advancing years, 9579|The long and gallant prose. 9579|The poets only painted man, 9579|The soldiers only read: 9579|But if our grandsire's fire of genius rise 9579|To the high height of his, 9579|The soldier shoots but for ourselves alone; 9579|And we, that are the sons of laughter and of tears, 9579|We gladly imprint his pen. 9579|Hark! the clarion-sounds of victory break 9579|Where, late and soon, breaks the battle's front; 9579|While from yon array come strains of symphonic sound, 9579|Dying in long and solemn pause. 9579|O'er us now the shield and spear no longer shine 9579|As when of yore they waved; 9579|The polish'd sword, unclasp'd by hand or wrist, 9579|By the hand slain tells what swords be. 9579|The bugle's bugle, where it fitfully sings 9579|In the bleak midnight, strident and high, 9579|The death-knell tolled for those who came to die, 9579|Who now lie broken at his feet. 9579|Up! for the dawn returns with evening skies, 9579|Freedom's full tide is at her lee; 9579|From the black battalions where their toil or flight 9579|Comrades new-risen, bravely die! 9579|Up! where the first time we rose up on the slope 9579|From the dark fosse, from the swamp and the thistle, 9579|From the swift-sailing pontoon, 9579|Where the boats hounded by the war-giants serene 9579|Lay anchored by the light, light-beating rips, 9579|By the white spars, and the red-heaving piles, 9579|By the flanks in ======================================== SAMPLE 12500 ======================================== 1004|Not yet had they, in a voice in my left ear, begun 1004|Who were the people of that city; wherefore I 1004|Turned round to look, and lo! the beauteous lady 1004|Had all my look directed to her eyes: 1004|And if they were not all covered equally, 1004|Yet less was lacking to me than what it is, 1004|If every pore of that thick hood be folded. 1004|But, "O pity!" said I, "what ails thee? Where 1004|Is he who laid erect the vipers unto thee 1004|That now thy neck is altogether parched?" 1004|"Our stables are full of vermin," she replied, 1004|"Who eat the spirit of the dead: thus much knowest 1004|Thou blessed life of thine own, that I overhear." 1004|After the manner of that former day 1004|Which of all our manners most has pluck'd us, 1004|Of two who had night been eating the vine, 1004|One said to the other: "Tell him to take it; 1004|It makes him very hungry." If with this in view 1004|I had been taken with the dregs which sheheth 1004|For supper, or had meant to make a call, 1004|When hunger no more willed, then to have appeard 1004|I should have said to him: "O my dear! good will 1004|In what thou sayest to me." But when I saw 1004|The self-complacent mockery of his face, 1004|I turned away, and said to him: "So help me Italian, 1004|My master, for I am neither ashamed, 1004|Nor can with reverence ask more of thee!" 1004|Answered he: "If to be ingrate was thy thought, 1004|Then were thy tongue to hypocrisy bent." 1004|Whence I to him: "With such language of my own, 1004|The fault is mine alone; thou speak'st the truth, 1004|And wilt be chary of service to me often, 1004|If always ashamed to meet me in the street. 1004|And truly wilt thou have me often note it, 1004|If I believe what some narrate of the good 1004|Wherewith I have attended my Lord in sooth, 1004|Whereby he was enabled to pass out of the world 1004|Whereat he saluted him with so sweet a greeting, 1004|And so to mount the air above the others. 1004|But that is now complete, and shall be full seven 1004|Years duration, so he who is foreteller 1004|May speak, if he will be bold to label me 1004|A Christian even as he who hath been crucified." 1004|And the eternal, the frequent-times, the faithful, 1004|Answer'd: "My son, what thou believ'st is just; 1004|Therefore believe there is no resurrection; 1004|And if thou then persisted in thinking that he 1004|Who is alive should rise above the earth, 1004|Remember that is vanity itself. 1004|The body that once dead is, it is the same 1004|Even in the movement; and if well thou regard 1004|The cause from which it is possible that it 1004|Should not arise, remember it is not yet 1004|Negligent to produce in us again 1004|That emotion which the world calls hope." 1004|Thus having said, the miserable light, 1004|That through the dolorous rift had thrown its fangs 1004|Upon the deep, forthwith resumed its speech. 1004|It said to me: "If thou, my Master, thinkest 1004|That we are going to deny our faith 1004|Thus far, it is that we may mount above 1004|Thy dread despairs; so mayst thou be persuaded 1004|That we can do nothing else but desire 1004|That we may mount up to more lofty joys. 1004|But if that longing thou wilt be pleased 1004|To make us mount this ladder aloft, 1004|Enough is there for each of these heads alone; 1004|And if we would descend by that stairs, 1004|More than enough, from here the angels' wings ======================================== SAMPLE 12510 ======================================== 2428|That they will make no fuss; 2428|But give her a few years to learn to live 2428|Without the beauty which they see." 2428|"What, what! that is a beautiful spring! 2428|And if I thought the water pure, 2428|Why should my mind be so ambitious? 2428|'Tis a very happy water." 2428|"I am very sure," quo' my friend, 2428|"But it is as well to be sure, 2428|For there's naught so wonderful in 2428|A good, virtuous, decent child; 2428|And if that your heart by any chance 2428|Should give a thought, 'tis as perfectly right 2428|You should be happy there for ever." 2428|"My friend's right in speaking all this," 2428|Said I, "and I must let him have 2428|My reasons; but to go on: 2428|I've much to live, and nothing say, 2428|In this sad world; a father's name I owe; 2428|That I am very sure no child on earth 2428|Should want a father--but that's my feeling. 2428|But tell me, friend, tell me, what is all 2428|You can say, if you intend for such a wife? 2428|Why, what a beautiful life can one lead, 2428|Though but three months of such! a place to dwell 2428|In if such be his, and friends to be 2428|With whose approbation all my cares are read? 2428|"You are right; to be happy we must not fret; 2428|But why should a man be happy who never knew; 2428|For had he known, he's sure there had been no gloom: 2428|His thoughts have been forever bent on one 2428|Whose faults did not at once come under his. 2428|His memory may be blotted, he may fall; 2428|And he may live an untimely exile, nor know 2428|The last and meanest pleasure of his lot; 2428|But what the worst of human lot can be, 2428|'Tis to love, and be dearly loved still more." 2428|"What ails you with your tears, friend?" 2428|"I did not know you were ill half so late, 2428|And, if I did, you did not hear or fear; 2428|For I could not help it, and you may not seek--" 2428|"There, friend, I think you are making it worse. 2428|But be patience, and will pray. 2428|"Your mind is of its own making; 2428|You are most likely ill. The boy is not ill; 2428|He feels what we feel, and thinks what we think; 2428|But not alike in either degree, 2428|To say too much, though he's just as good as we are. 2428|There's this that's kept our friends together 2428|From falling off in part or in whole, 2428|And might perhaps keep one from breaking the cardinal's heart." 2428|"I don't know why I'm ill, I am not ill. 2428|But you are surely more inclined to be ill; 2428|There is something in your wayward fancying 2428|The sickliness of your old age, that makes you ill. 2428|"I see no cause why it should be ill; 2428|'Tis nature's nature still, of every day 2428|A different creature with each hour. 2428|Is nature such a mistress, and in truth 2428|An angel in her presence? and is she 2428|Like any other nature, as I deem? 2428|"I have my quarrel with your lady-love; 2428|It is my nature, not my lady's nature, 2428|Though Nature, as she is, a human foe, 2428|Yet Nature, without this argument, 2428|Is nature to alluring alluringly. 2428|Behold, I wish to be with you, not my own: 2428|But see, and smile--I cannot be with you. 2428|"If you shall die, go, say, 'We died in love;' 2428|If killed, I'll say, 'My body lay at thy feet.'" 2428|He spoke with ======================================== SAMPLE 12520 ======================================== 20|Or else from all the World no more I shall receave 20|To live and reign with God, but to the grave below 20|To dwell in pain and travaile without delight. 20|So saying, from her bosom lilied clear 20|The sacred Veil; I seem'd as a new-born Day 20|To rise, though to my sight already die 20|The Day appointed for the Wedding-feast 20|To Heav'n, and the nuptial Oration sung. 20|But O why should weeigs prevail against God's behest 20|The tow'rs of Heav'n, and with them all Earth maiores; 20|If wee, wee Things, that have them where they will, 20|Not ceasing still, can draw them off at will 20|And set them in thir place, as once they set 20|The Earth, O Heaven! upon her Roundelays? 20|Or why not strike the Sun in his early pts, 20|And make him shine where he did before: O why 20|_Sirius_, with the seven choisest Sisters, so tow'rd 20|The face of Heaven still watch'd the steps of Nature 20|To point at whate\'er of good to do or mar, 20|And wherefore should we not do the same likewise? 20|But still, O still, the Poore barbarous thrang, 20|The World's oppressour, still prevail against his will, 20|The frailtie of his Throne and Kingdom trags 20|The Poorer, frailtie of his people; still 20|They err, as in His other works they err 20|He is their cause, they His cause and frailer part. 20|For who so wise, so good, could ever think 20|That God should justifie his works to man, 20|Or would redemption be so cheap among mankind, 20|Unless to labour He should give his Son? 20|But this I see, and therefore ever will 20|Be bounden to my Lord, though nowise free; 20|And when I see His people thus seduced, 20|My death will be the last Oration I; 20|The rest, be it pleasing, be it future ill, 20|Shall have a fitting oblation, to my Lord, 20|Or I with him, his enemies, be slain. 20|Hee rose and took the Mace; then took his place 20|At the right hand of the King, the sceptre sway'd 20|By his own eloquence, and wisdom infinite. 20|O great our King and Lord, O holy Priest, 20|The mighty work we now begin, thy voice 20|Suppliant and thy great example warms, 20|And bids our minds and actions at thy right 20|Assault these stubborn and deranged things. 20|So said, he rais'd himself erect in state 20|Noble and stately, on his mighty spear 20|Stood upright, like a throne; his beamy arms 20|Shone flaming like a throne, and like a king 20|He stood majestic, like a crown. Then said, 20|As one of them cometh in, "Who art thou 20|That mount'dEST him?" to whom GODMUST he thus replied. 20|O most infamous sceptre of the oath! 20|My princely Lord, to thee I now return, 20|Inquire of him; do thou the same, I pray; 20|I am thy man; none else with me will ride. 20|But since thou seest that I am man indeed, 20|And not of common birth with this accursed world, 20|As with them low, and for no cause or hire 20|So high I come, but for thy pride and revenge; 20|Since as of late thou hast with violence 20|Rais'd against mankind; I come anear to try, 20|If this foul defiance still be in thee: 20|Then shall thy pride and rage be nerved with rage. 20|I am not impotent of heart or speed; 20|And all the Gods, that have been at our birth 20|Most glorious to look on, seeing we live, 20|Shall render thee less terrible, less brave: 20|But I have often seen thee with exceeding might, 20|Against the sons of Men, from farr away, 20|Against the sons of Religion, in war; 20|Yet could not smite them down ======================================== SAMPLE 12530 ======================================== 24405|The lark had fled, 24405|And all the world was sleep, 24405|With only us to keep 24405|Your little garden-close. 24405|I saw your little house, 24405|With roses ferny underlaid, 24405|And rosemary of greenest sheen 24405|Plaited round its eaves, 24405|Where once I sat and sung 24405|With you to cheer me through 24405|The long, long summer day. 24405|With you to comfort me 24405|On sunny days of day, 24405|When the clear spring-water's glow 24405|Was all around me cast. 24405|I sat and sang with you, 24405|With your great eyes so bright, 24405|In the long, long summer day. 24405|I saw your great, great house, 24405|With roses ferny underlaid, 24405|And rosemary of greenest sheen 24405|Plaited round its eaves, 24405|And heard the wind go low, 24405|The sky look down upon me, 24405|Your flower bed at my window, 24405|And the flowers, white as milk, 24405|Their heads bowed low to me, 24405|As down the slope I sat 24405|And sang with you, with your great, great house, 24405|With roses ferny underlaid, 24405|And rosemary of greenest sheen 24405|Plaited round its eaves. 24405|I heard the grasshopper 24405|His merry pulse behold. 24405|Was it summer on the Saxon land? 24405|Ah, well that song might stir 24405|One's heart toward the Saxon land. 24405|The wood swallows fly and flit, 24405|The rooks and apes come homing home, 24405|A flock of little minnows 24405|Is passing eastward through the pond, 24405|And I who am the smallest 24405|Am only a little minnow! 24405|And thus, in a little fellow's way, 24405|I am a little minnow. 24405|I know a little river 24405|That flows and runs along 24405|The marble pavement of the Temple: 24405|The river runs away, 24405|It runs away from human hands, 24405|And I would not give 24405|Its murmur for the roar of roads; 24405|I would I were a boat with levers, 24405|And levers in the water. 24405|I know a little tree 24405|That never blows its leaf, 24405|That never bears the fruit it ought, 24405|But lives upon its base. 24405|They say it is a tree that only yields 24405|Its fruits unto mankind, 24405|Of which neither use is made: 24405|The leaf of the tree is never used. 24405|I know a little house 24405|With stairs at door and floor and space, 24405|A little house with marble stairs 24405|And curtains of pure gold. 24405|I know a little garden of white roses where 24405|They never twine, but ever bend and press; 24405|And one is half turned for Love to look upon. 24405|I know a little house with stairs at foot, and rooms 24405|All filled with music, and with painted walls 24405|The last time I went out I met an old dame 24405|Who thought her life would have as well gone out. 24405|She's grown quite old and wiser, and as wise 24405|As she was young; she thinks she'll be a coachman, 24405|And stands before me with a scowl in her eyes-- 24405|"Oh, I don't know." 24405|She sees the whole world as a little house, 24405|A house of walls, a house of windows, doors, 24405|A house of bed and board, 24405|And watches me with a frown on her pale face 24405|And in her mouth there is that "Oh, I don't know"! 24405|She has not gone away; 24405|She looks at me, half ashamed and half afraid, 24405|And makes me blush with her old, old laugh: 24405|"I don't know," she says, " ======================================== SAMPLE 12540 ======================================== 16059|Que á los altos y ojos, 16059|Quien que de venganza mire 16059|A la frente corteza. 16059|Que tú conocé que la amera 16059|Viene á la vida que sabe 16059|Esperando el aire más 16059|Quán á dar fin su estrella, 16059|Vuelven á la fe de su modo 16059|Sobre tanto en el cielo. 16059|El succo de Tú del Sestos 16059|Pienso de la tierra bajo 16059|La roja del Tajo; 16059|Y en el Tajo con sus peces 16059|La caza del sueño ríe. 16059|Con las hérucas de Asolteca, 16059|La frente corteza 16059|Y el corazón perverte, 16059|Y las altas gustades 16059|La voz de su muerte. 16059|Así los poderos y frescos 16059|Por amores de su gente 16059|De amigos de su llanto, 16059|Con un punto de cuidados 16059|El corazón de llanto, 16059|Y con de estos del alma 16059|Giralda y luz y flores. 16059|¡Qué descansada esa navegante 16059|Que, así sé, se labora 16059|Se plegar la maría 16059|Del Tajo de Oriente 16059|De un templo calor, que nunca 16059|Y á la luz á las nubes 16059|Tus flores, que por ser el monte 16059|En romerías con destellos, 16059|¡Sospacer el sueño y sospacer 16059|Del corazón de llanto! 16059|Aun este rüidaste ninguno 16059|Con un canto que la sentencia 16059|El sueño de Oriente 16059|¡Dolor el sueño á los pies del uno, 16059|Hasta que el puro está el español! 16059|¡La mía! ¡La mía! ¡Qué tiempo 16059|La mía! ¡La mía! ¡Qué vuelve 16059|De hieroglyphicos del sueño! 16059|Tú qué en el Tajo le dice 16059|No hubiera y bárbara 16059|De su llanto y su reposo, 16059|¡Qué es la mía del sueño 16059|Entre el sueño y su rey! 16059|¿Qué con el sueño le dice 16059|Por eso le dice, sin nombre 16059|Y siempre le darle que no pudo, 16059|Que llega su dicha, su amarga 16059|De dónde su rosada son, 16059|Y en la manuda su muerte 16059|Y en la pena su vendemia, 16059|Como qué es el sueño le dice 16059|No hubiera y bárbara?... 16059|Nunquiero; que los pueblos 16059|Cuando el sueño le dice 16059|Sus ojos entre las nubes; 16059|Triste, sueños de las olas 16059|Que desnuras, vírgenes y hermosas, 16059|Que no se escondes çimas.» 16059|¡Oh fizo y glorioso 16059|No vencedor más she isso, 16059|Porque tenéstos al oro 16059|Dijo, señor, te atrevido! 16059|Yo no hay partí conocido; 16059|Yo no se escondido en lágrimas, 16059|Que no hablada llega la vida 16059|Tan lado de la luna 16059|Que la ======================================== SAMPLE 12550 ======================================== 10602|Upon ywawed stanes, in dai forreyned night, 10602|Her pheere in vayne to thre skyls she wyte*, 10602|And hye or hye by right or by wrong, 10602|To do her will shee did; so was her sleyd. 10602|And now her stremes was in ane nere field, 10602|To gete her owons auf her selfe to ly 10602|As thoughe she hade: in gret despyt 10602|She sholde lefte it leyd from off her hand, 10602|That it sholde fall from hye of any man. 10602|Yet her grete shede sholde go forth and come 10602|In aventure of a day or tweye, 10602|To loke in time her owne man shew his wyne 10602|To soone for his owne eek in-to vyte, 10602|And lye at laste in a ymage ere that day. 10602|Thei lyten many a kyng which wolde her fayne; 10602|But she did longe and lyberall wyde; 10602|And at last gan cry in a seruyse, 10602|Be that she wolde lyberall begge in lyte 10602|To loke how she that was so grete wode 10602|Alway could love, ne what thing she hade, 10602|To loke in his person she began to crye. 10602|But he, who that knew her fairest wyfe, 10602|He wolde not him abide for lyfe, 10602|Ne never let a flater he so fynde, 10602|That she ne mighte of londe and of pu{m}es; 10602|But in wyve of his yonge girles seke 10602|Himselfe of love he never mighte: 10602|For he was of good chefe and of vyce: 10602|How he could love and not to dyce. 10602|Then, with her hande upon her han, 10602|She made an end of vse, and sone spred, 10602|As she that knew he was a freke, 10602|And, for he wolde lerne for to fynde, 10602|He did in lenger swich manere take, 10602|And to all the bote in gret maske he wente. 10602|His fader said, "I have it, for my day! 10602|The fairest of this worlde hadde I founde!" 10602|What shames then slepte at his door, 10602|Whiche to be gyd woulde falshode, 10602|And what it was she mighte not seyn, 10602|But bade him syt and wepe for saine: 10602|"Ye sholde haue", said she, "nowe be sene 10602|For vyces, as I gan seye, 10602|Were it haue ye lostde your soule! 10602|It hadde been no blame if ye had, 10602|Your honour soght, it nere mighte be 10602|In that lenger vyce, that vyons be, 10602|Whan werks are gan to swyter lyte: 10602|For, if ye hadde ye been in that place, 10602|It might ben ye, as was your faynt, 10602|And no vnkinde word, that hadde beene, 10602|Ne, elles ere he came in this place, 10602|By wordes, mighte have made him so sore. 10602|For-why, ye hadde never beene here, 10602|For nothing hadde ye saide here, 10602|Ne never could be founde your lyfe, 10602|Ne hadde ye seenke to be a fole." 10602|Thus said, her voice was like to blesse 10602|The hepe of wysdom, so was her shew, 10602|And he in such wonder wolde passe, 10602|Vnto the faire Saint with faire hew ======================================== SAMPLE 12560 ======================================== 34237|And the children's hearts beat, I s'pose, 34237|Like the clover-blooms in June! 34237|And we heard a cry a-foot-- 34237|A sob or two--and there was a 34237|Lone voice and a lone step on 34237|The cold hill-side below! 34237|You may call it a youth who wanders, 34237|He drifts, a lonely youth, 34237|With a strange, strange tale to tell, 34237|And a strange light behind the door. 34237|He wanders, and you do not hearken, 34237|Where the road runs to the sea, 34237|But he hears, above the stormy wind, 34237|The voices of the children's feet. 34237|He hears the patter of their feet, 34237|And the cry that rings through the house, 34237|And he sees great stars through the window, 34237|As they trot him out to bed. 34237|So he goes, and he goes--by night and day, 34237|A lonely youth, I wot, 34237|Who cannot bring his weary head 34237|Homeward again to-night. 34237|But the children come--they are blest, 34237|He has come home again, 34237|For he knows that he has been a friend unto 34237|And not a stranger unto him. 34237|They love him better than he loves them, 34237|So from the house he straightway 34237|Doth go, and comes not by them, 34237|Nor down the stair doth wait. 34237|They love him better than they know, 34237|With all the heart that e'er grieves him, 34237|So he is led by his Father's will, 34237|And not by dreams of his own. 34237|And they say, "He never will be led 34237|By our wills, but we--hearken. 34237|"We have seen what we have wrought, 34237|He has wrought to-day!" 34237|O sad are the dreams of a heart that was broken! 34237|The heart that was bruised and was broken. 34237|The children may wander the world, 34237|But they cannot change it, 34237|And the man with the child in his arms cannot go back again. 34237|Aye, they seek him with weary and searching feet, 34237|And their hands are cold in the dawning of the day, 34237|And their heart is no longer at rest. 34237|They say, "It is vain to search further and further, 34237|O we are no longer, O no longer, 34237|To follow the steps of the dead!" 34237|Now they sit beside their mother's grave, 34237|They stretch out their hands, they pray with a bitter cry, 34237|"O no, you can never return; 34237|"We are weak, too weak, the way is long and dreary; 34237|You see we can never return! 34237|"Oh! to live--oh! to live, by the holy fire 34237|O pray to us, for a little while, 34237|By the white rose trees, in sunny, winter weather, 34237|"By the song we sing, 34237|And the flower we take, 34237|And the words we say, 34237|And the tears we shed! 34237|God, help us to live 34237|By the good His word, 34237|For a little while, 34237|When the sun is shining bright, 34237|On the snowy breast of Hecla." 34237|And when the night is dark and silent, the children awake at the 34237|Ah, where is my little love? 34237|Ah, where is my little love? 34237|She is gone to the mountain-side, 34237|To the wooded slopes of the Far West. 34237|She has come from her caverns deep, 34237|And the mountain-ashes brown. 34237|She sits on a wheel of the brook; 34237|She sweeps the wide, bright water. 34237|To and fro, with her little crutch, 34237|She sweeps the wide, bright water; 34237|To and fro, with her ======================================== SAMPLE 12570 ======================================== 38520|Of which men say with sense,--"It's not wise: 38520|The man who never saw a thing went 38520|With his nose in my book, and went, 38520|And saw, in all his waking glory, 38520|The face of dead Lazarus' brother." 38520|Yet, in the day I had my eyes set 38520|Upon this fair, this shining world, 38520|I could not look upon the stars, 38520|Yet I might look upon _Thee_. 38520|O bright, bright star, when this dark world, 38520|Saw thy blue hand unclasping 38520|From its bound of darkness, and was free, 38520|Did I not love thee? I loved then 38520|Just as that thou art now! 38520|But what though I did not love thee? 38520|Then, as now, I did not love, 38520|Neither hastened, O star, to bind 38520|Mine eyes to what was hid from thee 38520|In what was inward darkness; 38520|Though I did look upon thee, when 38520|All my flesh was inwardly awing, 38520|And, in a sudden flash of light, 38520|I saw what was not seen before. 38520|The sight that then was inwardly 38520|My soul came rushing as from the sea 38520|Whose cry is loud, but all its voice 38520|Lives in the wind that sighing sways 38520|Its breast. 38520|O spirit, still my soul and all 38520|That make me alive and strong, 38520|Were, in the outer world, but in a cage 38520|And bound to things of earth, 38520|If all that moved was that I know 38520|And own my soul, and love thee! 38520|Then, if thy soul could know all this, 38520|And know, to see that it be true, 38520|Could see what things are hid from thee, 38520|When night is all but over there, 38520|If in a sudden flash of light, 38520|It would come to me and move about 38520|In the circle of my thought, 38520|And touch my soul with a new sense-- 38520|A sudden, yet a clear, desire, 38520|That would not be subdued by fear, 38520|Nor even by all the fears that crowd about it, 38520|I would look up to it and say, 38520|"O star of hope, thou still shall go, 38520|And thy path is not yet over yon hill, 38520|I cannot wait the first delay, 38520|Nor can I long endure it, 38520|For thou still shall be, and still shalt be." 38520|Then would I bend my brow and say, 38520|"O spirit, what is this thou hast said? 38520|What is so loud in my thought, 38520|But the voice of thy soul?" and it 38520|Would give to me a light, clear answer, 38520|And, like my voice, would reach to the soul,-- 38520|My soul that is the same 38520|As those that are within my soul, 38520|The love and a far-off light of thine, 38520|Thy name that is not named with other names. 38520|O star of hope, I ask thee then 38520|To say what makes thy name so dear. 38520|If I in this dark world should fall, 38520|If my proud soul would make a prayer 38520|That it might come again to thee, 38520|And kiss thy hand on that of thine, 38520|If I, with such a name, should rise 38520|And walk across the sunlit sea 38520|To where thy heart is bound to mine, 38520|What would this be to thee? 38520|O, what would it be? 38520|It may be only this,-- 38520|"I cannot wait to make another prayer 38520|In a world I have already served." 38520|What would be that, O Christ! 38520|What would not that be? 38520|The pain of waiting for 38520|A faith which would be made of thee, 38520|A will which is but mine, 38520|Thine eyes as stars ======================================== SAMPLE 12580 ======================================== 4331|I cannot tell. The sky is like to drown 4331|Hiding the truth from you 4331|You are my heart all through and I my throne, 4331|I know it. 4331|There's a voice, the far voice of my heart, 4331|Watched by a star, alone. 4331|It calls, It knows. 4331|"Tell me but four of all the things I have done, 4331|Not of the world is there only one thing 4331|We wish complete; 4331|There's one thing, beyond imagining, quite 4331|I have not done. 4331|"You have not kissed me, my Darling, my Bride, 4331|Not every hour, not ever. 4331|When I shall dream--oh, so strange, so strange, 4331|My own secret, darling, 4331|I shall find it, and your soul, dear soul. 4331|"It is the dream of all my life's delight 4331|In one great moment of delight. 4331|Do you remember, dear one, our parting day, 4331|I stood alone, 4331|We wandered out across the autumn-coloured sea 4331|Where the winds howl? 4331|You have been silent long... Yet you will not go. 4331|I know you love to rest. 4331|"But why this rest? Why not return here and there 4331|I shall not tire you, dear? 4331|There is so much that's good in being away 4331|We may forget it all." 4331|She turned away to hide her fears. Her tears fell 4331|In torrents, 4331|As if her heart would break, 4331|But, as if death 4331|Might come to fill some need 4331|For once the world was spared 4331|And life could be repaid-- 4331|"Do you not understand?" 4331|She said to me-- 4331|"I loved you so 4331|I gave you every thing--save this tear. 4331|I gave you all that is left. 4331|I will not leave you. You may go. 4331|For I shall not tire you 4331|If you go."... 4331|The night of the wild autumn dusk, 4331|The night of the heart-hungered wind, 4331|The heart, the will and the death-- 4331|The black sky overhead, 4331|The red-breasted flying bird, 4331|The wind, the sea and my soul. 4331|I will not leave you. Time might waste you 4331|With all the rest of the earth's days gone by. 4331|I'll not grow weary. Life might lose you 4331|With all the dead things born this earth of men. 4331|I'll not let you go. As all who are weary, 4331|Cling to some flower of song--the world's flower-- 4331|The world's and my heart are one. 4331|We are not here 4331|To keep you waiting, dear, 4331|We are not here 4331|To bend, 4331|To bind you still in the chain of your pain, 4331|Or wear your weary life with a crown-- 4331|Or make you wise, 4331|To walk, 4331|Peaceful and wise, 4331|Through the centuries and through love's path, 4331|To find you a nest in the bosom of God. 4331|We are not here 4331|To guide and give 4331|Your faithless soul the light of a truth 4331|To set to your lips for a sure sign-- 4331|Or to keep you waiting for the dawn-- 4331|Or bid you rest at a sad heart's call-- 4331|Or say that your years are over. For, 4331|When the sun goes down, 4331|And the rain comes in, 4331|And the streets and the sky are the same; 4331|When the night has found you--and the tide 4331|Catches all who may seek you in the slough 4331|Where you've lain for an age; 4331|When the water-spider, with weary head 4331|Hanging above the water, has found you 4331| ======================================== SAMPLE 12590 ======================================== 27781|She told her friends and kinsfolk wide, 27781|That John, her husband’s brother, 27781|’Twas he had shot his sister, 27781|As she made that fearful stand. 27781|All our neighbours round her shook, 27781|And every man we know’d her; 27781|The truth would “Oh! my Lord High” 27781|Have sent them to their rest. 27781|But John, she said, will ne’er come; 27781|She told the world the fact, 27781|And swore by every thing 27781|She could the world’s forgiveness crave, 27781|When he had gone from them. 27781|We all believed her word, 27781|And John came home again, 27781|But never more could see 27781|Fair Mary Brandy’s face. 27781|John made a second assault 27781|On the poor, the strong, the great, 27781|And shot them as if they were 27781|A thousand guineas in gold. 27781|He ransack’d every house 27781|And he tore apart its wall, 27781|And he hung up every piece, 27781|Upon the doorposts all. 27781|At length his strength gave way; 27781|At length the heart grew mute. 27781|At length he could no longer break, 27781|With heart and hand he tore 27781|The weak, the weak, the weak, 27781|From all the city’s mass. 27781|With all his thoughts and ways, 27781|’Twas Mary Brandy still 27781|In bed that night she fell; 27781|With all her heart’s desire, 27781|And could not find a rest. 27781|But one sad day he was brought 27781|To his last day’s end, 27781|And his last look at last returned, 27781|Was not to find her here. 27781|“This night at three thou wilt stay,” 27781|Says an old wight with green hair, 27781|“For this I will thy body kill; 27781|So, I make thee give me food! 27781|“But thou, my sweet love, why wilt thou go 27781|Unto thy home, my honey-eater? 27781|I’ve paid thee for thy kindness long, 27781|And for these poor forsaken friends 27781|Thy killing hand wilt thou forget. 27781|“I’ve seen thee give each neighbour pair 27781|A little piece of meat, and drink, 27781|But why should I believe that thou 27781|Such generosity art showing? 27781|For, I know thou hast not killed a soul 27781|Since thou my infant brother wast; 27781|When this dear body thou hast seen 27781|I never will forget thy face!” 27781|Now, old and frail, he could not speak; 27781|And thus, with hands and feet, he died. 27781|But to me what can I give? 27781|That time has come, my friend, 27781|When in my breast I love 27781|The woman whom I’ve slain. 27781|My love and sorrow are the same: 27781|My grief for her and thee; 27781|I’m in the same sad plight, 27781|For her and thee; 27781|I cannot give thee love, 27781|Not while she’s on the shelf. 27781|I’ll give thee a good will; 27781|Be content and live; 27781|That’s my constant constant course, 27781|With no regrets. 27781|And when the time comes round 27781|Shall we meet, my friend, 27781|And join the friendless throng, 27781|“I’ll kill thee,” I will say, 27781|And then die. 27781|For thee I’ll give my heart, 27781|For thee I give mine eyes, 27781|For thee I give my hands, 27781|For thee I give my head: 27781|I will not take away 27781|The love that beats within! 27781|And ======================================== SAMPLE 12600 ======================================== 16059|Dixit de huiusmodi, 16059|De sorde seros el rostro 16059|Cesaron de sus padres 16059|Tendida un brazo de 16059|Del alma á mi bizno. 16059|Dixit de oro y de asombra 16059|La tumba de amor; 16059|La tumba de amor es la esclera 16059|Que no llegara 16059|De donde no puedes no sé 16059|Vierte la tumba de amor. 16059|¡Cuántas vidas alzántas de su odio 16059|Y de su voz, libre de amor! 16059|¡Cuántos vidas alzántas de sí serás! 16059|Que tu verdura enamorado 16059|Un señor de toda fe, 16059|Que todo en tus carreras de amor. 16059|Sobre las vidas, alzántas son 16059|Que en esta música vida, 16059|La fe, la piquidad enamorada 16059|Y el amor amado, 16059|Y el aire amado. 16059|¡Oh sé que yo hoy en que el siete suyrgo 16059|Porque así la fama víctima 16059|Vida las mujeres, y á nuestros acaso 16059|El alma puro y la mar conocido 16059|El ángel de mi frente. 16059|¡Cuántos vidas alzántas de su odio 16059|Este pudiera un día, 16059|No visteis señora el amor, 16059|El amor de mi voz! 16059|Pudiera de amor esa mujeres, 16059|Y á la noche pudiera suyrgo; 16059|Aunque es ver las mujeres, y el amor 16059|Está el amorado. 16059|Como pesar en la mar, 16059|Como pesar en la mar, 16059|Como quisieron sus ojos 16059|De mi vida; 16059|Tales de los muertos, 16059|Tales de los muertos, 16059|Tales de los muertos 16059|Hoy el alma mía; 16059|Yo al mismo en las sombras, 16059|Música mi amor; 16059|Que en piedra de habersebas 16059|Se pusiste amores, 16059|Y donde ser poco estacestes 16059|A este puerto. 16059|Cuando me ha mecèntes 16059|Por la sorda, 16059|Mientras de ley de espera, 16059|Quiso le dió muerto: 16059|No visteis en mi maldita 16059|En amador. 16059|Para también me diàndo 16059|Que es la muerte, 16059|Suya fúle dientes, 16059|Para que esa sombra 16059|Es tan justo día, 16059|Ya que es de la cabeza 16059|Por ser que amo hallarse, 16059|¡Azenosa en el alma 16059|No se abogado! 16059|¡Ay que eso niña! 16059|¡Fuego para cuya raza 16059|Que vive de tu gracia, 16059|Que es hago á este muerto 16059|Ya me vive, sino fuerte 16059|Por una voz, y estuve fuerte, 16059|Por una voz con tu canto, 16059|Y que es á una nuga. 16059|A mi desigualmente 16059|Un señor en que no me conocido: 16059|Para ======================================== SAMPLE 12610 ======================================== 13647|When you are in the way, 13647|I say you are so small, 13647|You cannot see our way! 13647|How does the Brierfur tickle one's ears? 13647|For there it tickles all over, 13647|The Barkle-tickle, the Brierfur-tickle, 13647|I have them all, 13647|For about from Bloedel to Draypore; 13647|And though they tickle, you must look out 13647|You shall find a pitiful racket you've made 13647|Upon the hill. 13647|The Brierfur at Draypore is one of the wild 13647|Of Flanders, to which the English came in a hundred ways,-- 13647|And in his country town, to which he was much a stranger, 13647|He held a great post on the Brierfur, a wild wild beast. 13647|But when they found the place so peaceful, 'twas thought good, 13647|They set a guard upon him, till they had made him yours. 13647|And all night long, when the guards were all asleep, 13647|Through the long, green days of July,--how much it hurts 13647|To have wandered from you, and found your Brierfur tame, 13647|As tame as you! 13647|The Brierfur is a fierce beast; 13647|He sticks to you, like a bull; 13647|And you must watch him close, 13647|And watch him when alone; 13647|You shall win him soon, 13647|For he follows close at your heels! 13647|He is a very cruel beast, 13647|He will not let you pass, 13647|He wanders round and round, 13647|I've seen him on my road 13647|At times I've watched him very well, 13647|But now and then, oh, he'll stand, and stare, 13647|At one that was naughty, and will bite 13647|His handsome muzzle, when I've struck him dead! 13647|They cut the Brierfur's horns last autumn, 13647|And they drove him far and wide, 13647|They said that his head, and his paws, and his claws 13647|Were very clever looking things. 13647|Now I am your prisoner, and belong 13647|To the wild beasts of Draypore, 13647|I will do almost anything and dare 13647|Just what you want me to. 13647|If you like this picture,--Do you like playing, too, in the sun? 13647|You do not like to be frightened, do you? 13647|Then run away and hide under the eaves, till the playtime is done. 13647|It will make all the little children, wherever they live, 13647|Play, play, play, play, play, etc. 13647|I can make all things of feathery points and smooth curves 13647|Fly to the tops of the trees, 13647|All the water there,--every little drop, that runs and flows, 13647|And I make them all fly away. 13647|I can make the little rats run on the walls, and jump upon the floor; 13647|I turn the water into drops of silver,-- 13647|I take the rain and make it whistle, 13647|The wind gives me the breath of things, and I make them into trees, 13647|And pave with the sunshine my way. 13647|I can turn the sick into nurses,-- 13647|I make the little heat to rise, 13647|And thunder in the trees, and send them hurrying me down, 13647|That I stop to rest, with my head upon a pine, 13647|And my long, hot, beaded feet. 13647|I can make a dog bark at me,-- 13647|I put the little leaves to rout, 13647|To make his house a palace, and himself anear; 13647|And now, while he watches, I see, 13647|Through the blinds and the lattices, 13647|The first small steps of a little human road, 13647|And the dogs, upon it, and behind. 13647|I can make the little birds fly up into the cloudy air, 13647|And the sun go under the sea, 13647|And the sun come down ======================================== SAMPLE 12620 ======================================== 28591|He can stand up to any charge which man may make; 28591|And can make, though he to life sink or rise, yet go on 28591|And make the world a better place while his fair soul's light 28591|Has been quenched in the shadow of a bitter hate. 28591|He can speak forth loud and bold the truth most dear; 28591|He can find out the ways of good in all men's ways, 28591|He can find them out by man's sure self-denial, 28591|And he can be himself, that's as God himself to see. 28591|He lives when man is yet and knows when he is king: 28591|The world is not the world when man's heart is with thee-- 28591|He takes his place in the world where there's no room for doubt. 28591|Though many more, more blessed than thou, 28591|Though wider spread thy fame, thou shalt not 28591|MUST go in, and seek it out, and go; 28591|Thou mayst not find a place forst thou-- 28591|It's thyself that needs it--then. 28591|Lord, I would that I was like unto thee; 28591|I would that I were like unto thee; 28591|Yet it would not be so, were it not right 28591|Thou in thy self, O God, dost dwell alone; 28591|That, to my self, O God, do thou make mine. 28591|Who, meek and silent and pure and calm, 28591|Lets in no eye whatever news stream in, 28591|That might a secret's height explore; 28591|Keeping no one waiting for it there-- 28591|That would be like him, and he, too, God. 28591|As in our life no one is at all, 28591|Let no one dwell in self-denial: 28591|God's self, with all his thoughts would be 28591|Like a child's in all he never knew. 28591|When the world is sad, it is the boy, 28591|But in His presence sorrow brings. 28591|If thou didst come, dear Lord, to live and see 28591|The joy of loving thy only child, 28591|Thou wouldst be like the child that, in tears, 28591|Repenteth of thy blood the trace; 28591|The child that must keep, when the sun shines, 28591|Thy mother's lids, by water or by bread: 28591|Would bring sobs, sighings, and tears to mine 28591|In thy own hearing, with the message? 28591|Would I, then, be like that child to thee? 28591|It will be well if I were like thee; 28591|If I were like the child that must do 28591|His duty as it beareth: "My Son," 28591|And never, never, from the grave 28591|Will God let the sad soul to go. 28591|My heart and God's will do the rest; 28591|I know not any one better can, 28591|In all the world, the work to do. 28591|I am the child; and He that sent me, 28591|That gave me hope, that guides and guides, 28591|His own sweet way will teach me right, 28591|And, in my soul, so, teach me too. 28591|Oh, it's wonderful, when you get married, 28591|Then you can tell at a glance 28591|The difference betwixt the bride and bride. 28591|A wedding dress is fine, as you know. 28591|But a wedding present is just the same 28591|As a wedding present, my dear. 28591|It's the wedding present that you keep, 28591|And the wedding present I will, 28591|And the way you've chosen, when you get married, 28591|Is a duty that's more than sweet. 28591|But a wedding present is what you choose, 28591|And a wedding present I will, 28591|If you'll stand with me all the way through, 28591|And when you've chosen and chosen aright, 28591|I will love you with a tender love, 28591|And help to make you all content. 28591|The marriage crowd is very gay, 28591|And quite un ======================================== SAMPLE 12630 ======================================== May not be all 1953|When I have known you true; 1953|Have you not learned the word of love, 1953|And all your life's history?-- 1953|Have not I, when thus I've said. 1953|If ye say--then, come; for, stand, 1953|You are my only choice; 1953|And I shall have nothing else, 1953|For I am feeble like the rock, 1953|And the tempest round me breaks. 1953|You are strong, but your heart is broken, 1953|My strong heart cannot answer: and if 1953|Ye should love, and I must stand, 1953|Then, then, ye are not so weak any more-- 1953|You are the strong man of my heart!-- 1953|When I've learned and shown ye what they are, 1953|And the power of their art, 1953|Then there's nought there strange nor worth, 1953|But the work of men, and the earth. 1953|Then, then, ye are not so weak any more-- 1953|You are the strong man of my heart!-- 1953|Yea, the very Earth I prize, that is 1953|The thing the weak man would be. 1953|And what I hold is the dearest thing 1953|In the wide world's store on earth: now, it is 1953|My very own, and I have no choice 1953|But to wear it by the yearning of my soul, 1953|And to be wholly clad for any time, 1953|No matter how far, in the heat of the sun, 1953|When the wind is low in the pine tree's roots, 1953|And the bird sings on the withered boughs; 1953|And the wind from the mountains, the clouds, and the rain, 1953|To keep me happy as there's a beam, a ray, 1953|To the glory of God that lives in the sun and wind. 1953|My little boy, have you any playmates, 1953|Any little lovely things to look at? 1953|For I love you--and I do. 1953|I love you well, my little boy, 1953|I can see by my tears on your cheeks, 1953|By what love in your ways I must learn, 1953|So may I love you well. 1953|Have you any little loves to lay down, 1953|Little joys for your laughter to ring out? 1953|Little joys for your mirth? 1953|Little joys for my heart's delight? 1953|Little joys for old times dead?-- 1953|Little loves for my joys, little loves 1953|For everything sweet?-- 1953|When I have got wisdom to give you, 1953|I shall know it better than you; 1953|My little boy, have you any love, 1953|Little loves at all? 1953|Little joys for the eyes to laugh out? 1953|Little joys for my heart to thrill? 1953|Little loves for the day that shines or the night?-- 1953|Little loves for my heart,-- 1953|In every room where you live and I try, 1953|My little boy, I shall know it well-- 1953|My little boy, love me. 1953|Little boy, and only little boy-- 1953|For all women are so little-- 1953|That but for a little thing 1953|We would worship, worshhip, 1953|That only wee thing that's all things, 1953|Little boy, and only little man, 1953|For children's children's children we love, 1953|And life, and we ask for a little thing 1953|That's all things, and just what's it worth? 1953|Little boy, and only little boy, 1953|And to be true and fair to your kind, 1953|And never to hate or look too proud, 1953|Little boy, and little boy, and every one 1953|To bring your mother home all in a piece? 1953|Little boy, and only little boy-- 1953|That's what's up--the great white father, 1953|The white father of the nations that are, 1953|That's the good little one that's up there 1953|And all children must ======================================== SAMPLE 12640 ======================================== 22803|For, as a sign, two horses came with dappled manes 22803|And manes of golden mane, that had not a trace 22803|Or russet colour of their master's black; 22803|And, as they strode toward him, the sun-god smiled, 22803|And the sun, and the wind, and the stream and they, 22803|Sang their song of the Unending struggle, 22803|And the glorious triumphs of Achilles, 22803|And his death when Jove cut his armour short. 22803|And all the winds that blow from off the sea 22803|To fill Troy with a wild south-wind, or freshen 22803|The water of the stream, or quench the flame 22803|In the white beams of the noon, or cool the earth 22803|With all the stars that burn for heaven, sang in 22803|That mighty battle, and in their song the earth 22803|Cried to King Oliphant and the Aethiops' King 22803|And his two wives, and to fair Helen of Joy, 22803|And with the whole sea shouting: "Thou, king and lord 22803|Of the full-orbed sun, go thou, and show them 22803|Where he lies, and tell them where is the hero 22803|Whom a thousand men at need have slain." 22803|And he turned to go, but Oliphant besought 22803|His caution as he met him, saying, "Listen, 22803|Do ye hear, and heed me? it is not well 22803|That in such battle as this should two be met. 22803|It is not well to hear the songs of Troy 22803|Borne up from Troy on the waves, or at hand 22803|To see the sons of Troy in arms, nor yet 22803|To see the men, as though that fierce men fought 22803|All round Troy, on all sides, but now and then 22803|To hear their songs and see the waving sea 22803|Of men from shore to shore. That is not well. 22803|And now I see with tears thou turnest away 22803|From them which are the sons of Greece, towards me 22803|Who bear the olive-branch, and I will not now 22803|Turn from thee, nor speak a word of spite, 22803|But, as thou mayst, my mother, my sweet wife, 22803|Hear me, and fear not my tongue, though I said it." 22803|Her husband, turning from the eyes of both, 22803|Cried sore afraid and sorely. "Son of a God 22803|Stand up, O King," he cried; "with what hands now 22803|Laid you a man thus low? for this was not 22803|A time for words; and now it is not plain 22803|Whether the gods will put you in your hand 22803|For either ill, because of his great speech, 22803|Nor will they give you either child or wife now 22803|With a strong man, but if you will come and stand 22803|At the side of me, the god who made me, I 22803|Will send a strong man to thee, who shall hold 22803|Unto thy arms all strength; or if ye must 22803|Go on and fight, there yet will be an end 22803|Of battle, and the end of strife." 22803|Then said Antiphates, "My Lord and God, 22803|Let no one fight with us." 22803|"Well done," he said, "the Son of man, see 22803|That thou speak not here too far before 22803|Me; for this one hath no hand, and must 22803|Make do;" and thus the sun went in and out 22803|His round of rising. And now was come 22803|Young Thrasymede, of many things the wisest. 22803|For not upon an empty word did his 22803|Olympian mother teach him; but whatsoe'er 22803|Down from her store of counsel took she, 22803|And did his best to put into his mind 22803|By which the Trojan Hector's anger might 22803|Be made to cease, and turn to kindness and 22803|To the good of all. 22803|But with him it was that he 22803|Had never known ======================================== SAMPLE 12650 ======================================== 35402|Sitting all day upon the grass: 35402|The earth has given him nothing, 35402|Nay, he shall not give his heart, 35402|The great sun hath naught to give. 35402|He shall not give his heart. 35402|All men have no soul. 35402|All men have no life: 35402|The men who are dead shall live, 35402|But are not what they were. 35402|Dead are they not! 35402|They do not live, because 35402|They have no living, which 35402|Is like to all their heart's delight. 35402|I have no life; I am blind; 35402|I have no life, I have no breath; 35402|I have no life. 35402|I am naught to you, 35402|You make a wrong, 35402|That you may fill anew with wrong. 35402|You are no part of me, 35402|Nay, you are no place; 35402|Not one whit! 35402|My life and soul are not 35402|Within you, are, 35402|All things are strange, 35402|The world's great mystery. 35402|Dead are we all. 35402|Dead are our eyes: 35402|Dead are our body parts, all ours; 35402|Dead is our spirit, 35402|And the body dead. 35402|Dead is the spirit; 35402|Dead is the flesh, dead is the sin. 35402|Dead is the memory, 35402|Dead is the hope, 35402|And dead is the self-will: 35402|We are grown sick, grown sick, dead as trees; 35402|We are grown sick with time, 35402|With grief for nothing, 35402|Grown sick with things of earth, 35402|Grown sick with earth's evil; 35402|We grow sick as men; 35402|All time is a weary thing, all things grow ill 35402|With vain desire, 35402|That we may grow sick; 35402|Foolish and wise; 35402|Unpractised fools, 35402|Who are made fools, 35402|By the foolishness of man. 35402|We are grown sick, 35402|We grow sick; 35402|We are grown sick. 35402|We are grown blind and lame, 35402|We are grown deaf, 35402|We are grown blind with time; 35402|We are grown deaf to words; 35402|We cannot hear; 35402|Howbeit, what heed 35402|We have, howbeit, what breath 35402|We have, we are grown deaf, 35402|Being made deaf, 35402|Sightless, blind and blind with dust. 35402|We grow blind, 35402|We are grown blind. 35402|We grow old, 35402|We grow old; 35402|We grow old, 35402|We grow old. 35402|We die, etc. 35402|All time is a day 35402|With all its deeds and prayers; 35402|Howbeit, what we have been 35402|We cannot die. 35402|We are tired; 35402|We are old; 35402|We grow sick. 35402|We grow blind: 35402|We grow blind; 35402|We grow deaf. 35402|We grow old: 35402|We grow old; 35402|We grow old. 35402|O fools, what hast thou done? 35402|For all things we are grown, 35402|Lies all men grow sick: 35402|We are blind, deaf, and dumb; 35402|We are grown blind; 35402|We are wasted, dead; 35402|We are lost to God. 35402|We have grown sick; 35402|We grow sick; 35402|We grow sick. 35402|We are grown blind; 35402|We grow deaf; 35402|We grow old; 35402|We grow old. 35402|Let us lie down and sleep. 35402|Let us lie down and sleep. 35402|We are grown blind and lame; 35402|We are grown deaf, dead; 35402|We are lost to God. 35402|The sea was hard and cold ======================================== SAMPLE 12660 ======================================== 1057|And the grey clouds, the clouds have made 1057|A shadow of our life. And where the wind 1057|Ceases, where the wind ceases, where the wind moves 1057|And the stars cease to light their face-- 1057|We, who are half of us now, must meet 1057|In the silent solitude; and there, 1057|In the lonely solitude, be born, 1057|And know our lives are ended. 1057|The night is cold, the wind is high, 1057|And the leaves all wet the grass, 1057|Yet the little black birds still sing 1057|In the darksome wild. 1057|And we shall look and see them sing, 1057|And listen at the window-pane 1057|To the tune of the little black birds, 1057|Till the night is over. 1057|The moon is shining over all, 1057|And the stars are hidden quite, 1057|But we know what the tune of the birds 1057|That sing on the window-pane is, 1057|For the same thing we know. 1057|But the black birds have lost their tune, 1057|And the daws have forgotten their song, 1057|And the little black birds will not sing, 1057|And the stars keep silence, one by one. 1057|But the stars are listening all the time, 1057|And they listen with delight, 1057|For the old birds are singing in the darkness 1057|From their dark and leafless nest. 1057|From the black and leafless nest are free, 1057|And the sun will come in again, 1057|And a little after time, 1057|As the earth, from years of darkness and cold, 1057|Woke to light from years of darksome grey: 1057|And the stars will wait and watch and pray 1057|Till the world change, as the sun changes, 1057|To the perfect dawn of a perfect day. 1057|But now, O little black birds, O daws, 1057|What is your song of evening? 1057|I wonder it might have come from you, 1057|Nor been so far astray. 1057|For on the grass, and at the window's rim, 1057|And in the windless trees, I hear you singing, 1057|--The only way to hear you singing now! 1057|I can tell of no one else in the spring 1057|Sing from the window, or out on the lawn; 1057|And, from the little grey hill-tops, I can hear 1057|The birds to the hills from meadows far away. 1057|But who can understand your single lay, 1057|That dies so like a word 1057|That ever has a rhyme, or seems to chant 1057|Or ever says a prayer? 1057|Or even to understand, 1057|Pray you will ask me, 1057|How a bird sings, so wild and so clear, 1057|That none but a crow could understand. 1057|Yet 'twas the bird's first words I understood, 1057|For they came so like the songs I learn 1057|From you and from the spring 1057|That I was fain to hear -- not you alone -- 1057|The meaning of their golden accents, high 1057|And sweet as fainting horses' broken cries, 1057|And tender as falling tears, 1057|And yet so deep it made my heart bleed, 1057|And yet not tender, but indeed apart 1057|From all tenderness and pain. 1057|They spoke of love gone by. 1057|I never heard the birds say more, 1057|But this I know, dear, you know! 1057|It is the springtime of the year, 1057|And this is how the springtime of the year 1057|Says: "We came with many friends and watchers 1057|From the lands of the sun and the boundless blue, 1057|From the dawn-light and the sunset-liloping sun, 1057|To make thee, O sun, the music of the world." 1057|And now, O little black birds, O daws, 1057|I bring to thee a message of the spring - 1057|The springtime of ======================================== SAMPLE 12670 ======================================== 36150|Of all the songs in the world 36150|There should come a sweeter strain 36150|Than the one that I have sung. 36150|The land which the North and the South 36150|Make brother by a bond 36150|Of common destiny, 36150|And the heart of the land beats full with joy 36150|To know it holds a poet. 36150|And he is the poet of all things, 36150|And he is the pride of all 36150|Whose spirit can find life and time and mood 36150|In him alone are free. 36150|For the North and the South, by the North and the South, 36150|The South must have his song; 36150|And he and his songs are the soul of the South 36150|And the soul of the South must be-- 36150|A sweet and sacred song: a song true, 36150|And sweet as the song of a brother. 36150|We're home in the city and the song's on us-- 36150|And the South never sleeps! 36150|We're home in the city this night and the South 36150|Ringing with us, you know; 36150|And we'll tell the world to mind it how we sing, 36150|Or it may catch us singing! 36150|A-smiling at it, a-waving at it, 36150|With a hand out and a smile gone; 36150|A-laughing at it, a-brief at it-- 36150|The South is here and home now! 36298|A Midsummer Night's Dream: And Other Poems 36298|A Nightingale's Telling 36298|A Song's End 36298|Bent and still the aged crags of Fate 36298|Gaunt and grey above the long decline 36298|The mountain-walls rise, a mass to check 36298|The tide of the storm: in his right hand 36298|The mountain-torch slakes the needful fire 36298|With flickering radiance, but, in vain 36298|His mantle shields him from the fierce attack 36298|Of the keen north, and close in a ring 36298|The tempestuous billows roar and toss, 36298|Yet, from the mountain's shadow, he may lean-- 36298|He sees with keenest eyes the day-star rise-- 36298|A lone and lonely witness to the day, 36298|The star whose glow his love can ne'er forego. 36298|A star is born, that, swift to flash, 36298|In earth-bewildering splendour grows, 36298|And, from its earliest morning, dies 36298|Within the starlight of thy soul! 36298|A star is born, that, fast and still 36298|The earth's quiet waters bend, 36298|And in vast majesty descends, 36298|With all the sea in heart and eye; 36298|But with the tide of life it is born 36298|Thy heart within thee, and the world's: 36298|And, in the full divine effect, 36298|The sun's first smile o'erspreads the bay. 36298|My spirit is in the ocean deep, 36298|Thy spirit is in the flowery dell; 36298|My spirit is among the heights that know 36298|No sadder sight than thy fair face there. 36298|A light is thrown on earth--and gone for ever, 36298|A light is turned to heaven. 36298|A little child has brought me from their bliss 36298|A little dream-flower from the garden; 36298|It seemed the dream I dreamed so often 36298|Was born to-day in these cheeks of mine. 36298|It was not made for this, and yet, for this, 36298|'Twas the fairy flower to which the girl had sent 36298|This small, white flower and bid her bid on higher, 36298|For only heaven would see me looking at it. 36298|But she came not. I can look at it, still 36298|And see the way I used to look at it; 36298|And yet,--she is not here--this heart of mine 36298|Is grieving that I cannot comfort her. 36298|So now this heart of mine is wasted so, 36298|That, in my arms, ======================================== SAMPLE 12680 ======================================== 19221|Where are the treasures of the past? 19221|The light of true heart's youth 19221|Is with us still, 19221|And the wingèd peace of a pure dream 19221|Brings us to the goal. 19221|But ah! when shall we meet once more 19221|The glorious light of thought? 19221|O Love, give--but take the gift indifferent-- 19221|The joys of sweet content; 19221|And count the cost the pleasure not mine. 19221|We met once, we met once, 19221|The day was June; 19221|A lovely, smiling sun 19221|The sky wore; 19221|We met, and said good-bye,-- 19221|And parted thus; 19221|The very flowers were strewed 19221|About our feet; 19221|We parted thus; the kiss 19221|That told our love was true, 19221|We never spoke, we never spoke, 19221|Till June was past. 19221|How oft I've told you, reader, 19221|How oft I've told you, reader, 19221|How oft I've told you; 19221|The maid had three locks of jet, 19221|The first had three sweet flowers, 19221|The second had three lilies, 19221|The third had three white lilies; 19221|The first a lovely daisy, 19221|The second a pretty white, 19221|The third a simple daisy. 19221|Then oft you may recall 19221|How I impatiently kissed 19221|The hands that should have fed 19221|My ears, but fed from my book instead; 19221|Now more, now less, my tastes: 19221|I only kiss the hand 19221|That bears the golden letter E. 19221|I only kiss the hand 19221|That bears the golden letter E... 19221|What's strange is, when you clung to me, 19221|You clung to a letter--you,-- 19221|A binding stone of mine, to bind 19221|And bind me to my book. 19221|A golden letter E, 19221|On golden parchment-- 19221|What do I know of his ways? 19221|I only know he goes 19221|Behind a heart or hand, 19221|And holds it fast or free, 19221|And breaks it not or break-- 19221|Ah, never, never more! 19221|Then thrice did I kiss the hands 19221|That bound thy letter, boy; 19221|The fingers drew it close and close, 19221|Each kiss a vow: 19221|And softly saying "Never," 19221|We kissed and pledged this promise then, 19221|Which if it holds true, 19221|Will surely hold forever. 19221|I know not if she think it true, and I know I do 19221|If she and I should sit together underneath the green, 19221|Should she not know there 'twas the green there on the river-bank? 19221|Should I not know it was the old and nobly-fenced-in wood? 19221|As she who hath an old thing first, nobly-fenced in long, 19221|While she who hath a nobler and longer one doth keep apart, 19221|How the two will answer when they 're told that I and she 19221|Are married and true as God. 19221|And all for a mere feather 19221|That she flung from her shoulders-- 19221|'Tis all she has to loose me, 19221|And all I have to hold me. 19221|If she have e'er been guilty, 19221|Which I have often been guilty, 19221|I, for ever free, 19221|While Heaven shall guard me. 19221|If one day more 19221|Or ten days more 19221|Have passed, 19221| 'Twill be 19221|Another night at odds-- 19221|Again the war-- 19221|And we shall fight it out. 19221|How many springs 19221|It has been since we kissed? 19221|How many years? 19221|How many moons 19221|Hath she been weaving? 19221|Two hundred and fifty-three years. 19221| ======================================== SAMPLE 12690 ======================================== 4272|But that they came for me to take 4272|And love like any other thing 4272|From that white, joyous heart in God 4272|They will not let me come, they say; 4272|For if a man love not men can be 4272|Who would love but the good and true, 4272|To me--Oh, then I'm doubly blest, 4272|I'll know as well who dwell above. 4272|And as to that, I say, well know, 4272|I am but as a cloud or stone, 4272|A thing to fade and vanisheth, 4272|If God will that I love Him so. 4272|Nor shall my heart nor will be pined, 4272|Though I but keep one hour to save; 4272|For from the fountain in my will 4272|I gather all things for my place: 4272|And, Lord, in Thy sweet will, my God, 4272|I would that I could love and wed 4272|Thee with all my soul. 4272|But if the heart of love for man 4272|To yield in love would be unfelt, 4272|It were not well, God knows best; 4272|And if the cup be hard to drain, 4272|I think my heart would find a way. 4272|Yet from my soul I'll never part 4272|For love, nor for what others give 4272|Nor yet for what I will not take: 4272|I'll trust, and that will not change. 4272|God help that men should think, if man 4272|Had but the heart within his breast, 4272|That we should love and wed aright, 4272|To give love to our Lady God, 4272|That the green-wood life might be. 4272|As when some young bird of the wood 4272|Is singing at the dawn's first gleam, 4272|Even so sung it, and with voice more sweet 4272|Rose in its song, yea, oft and oft, 4272|Over the flowers and through the breeze 4272|Till from the wood it streamed abroad 4272|Through all the springing grass and trees, 4272|And from the heath and fountain flew. 4272|It sang so sweet, for to our eyes 4272|It seemed a song of utter worth, 4272|Sung by a bird in some far vale 4272|Of many a summer-season fair, 4272|And when the nightingale had ceased 4272|From her sweet song, it seemed not strange 4272|That a full thousand ayes we had 4272|Went back, to the heart the same. 4272|And oft we think how often doth 4272|The spirit of a song endure 4272|Awhile, when it has brought sorrow home, 4272|And then return, as it had come, 4272|For to a place of rest repletieth. 4272|How many a change of scene and scene 4272|Is made, as men grow older here; 4272|The wood and flood seem one, e'en so 4272|As slowly the sweet song doth go, 4272|From flower-hued spring to sea of woe. 4272|But so it rather must be 4272|That we should love and reign with Him, 4272|Who, being man, is all our light, 4272|And all our joy and all our royal rest. 4272|And so I think we must love Him best, 4272|If we but seem to love Him well. 4272|This day was Christ's birthday: how the wind, that 4272|Bore off from us at a snail's pace, 4272|Blown the great cloud on his right hand! 4272|We looked up as we thought the world would never 4272|Be spared to take a look at him again: 4272|"Oh, the fog is growing thick," one cried, 4272|"All the ships are out on the sea: 4272|Only see what no man can do: 4272|All the ships must leave our harbour soon, 4272|With the laden lout behind them behind him. 4272|He's just in the old summer of his life, 4272|His heart's at rest in a golden time. 4272|God will have some joy ======================================== SAMPLE 12700 ======================================== 2130|'Tis the God's answer, all my hope is quail." 2130|Weep not, young men, for the loss of a friend, 2130|Nor weep that thou wilt weep for a friend of thine. 2130|Thou could'st have loved another, and still wouldst have loved: 2130|That love is a fleeting thing, and for ever lost. 2130|No! all thy sufferings as a slave have been light; 2130|Thy sun had set on the world, and the world's glare. 2130|That which thou didst and suffered,--if it has ceased, 2130|Then thou hast had thy bitter time of nine. 2130|When there's life in what thou didst is the same 2130|Under the dark with the night-breeze beating round; 2130|The earth-quakes are still at the spot where they came, 2130|And the stars still their fiery stations hold. 2130|When thou wer'st thou hadst then thy morning's joy, 2130|When thou hadst then thy morning-beaming mate, 2130|Thou couldst have died for thy country, and died, 2130|The pride of the nations, for thee a friend. 2130|It was good counsel, to lay down thy blade 2130|And to sit down as a man ought to do, 2130|And for one short hour to sit by thine side 2130|And tell tales of glory to thy little boy. 2130|And then, to tell songs, and have the time thy son, 2130|'Gainst his father to curse and rebuke thee loud. 2130|For 'twas a good counsel, and 'twas a good deed, 2130|O mother, how with thy work thou didst excel. 2130|'Twas a good deed, and will be a good example, 2130|When thou dost read on to-morrow, O mother dear. 2130|To-morrow the little one will have an illness, 2130|And her mother will wonder at such a change, 2130|And he would say, "Good Lord, how I wish I was dead!" 2130|He would have a catechism; and so he'd sing, 2130|And every muscle in his frame would stand clear. 2130|And for all his play, at school and abroad 2130|The Lord had made him well, and made him clear. 2130|Then he would be a Christian man in heire 2130|And teach his boyish spirits to believe 2130|He could be good, but could not be both good and true. 2130|Then he would be a Christian man in land, 2130|And teach his boyish spirit to be good. 2130|I love when thou dost teach my boy to think 2130|That he can be a Christian and a good 2130|And so be just, and good and true; but first 2130|Should I and mine be two in heart? No, no! 2130|The good God who judges all this earth 2130|Would bid us all repent of our crimes, 2130|And live again in righteousness and love. 2130|For Christ has wrought this; 'tis written ere man sinned. 2130|He who hath learned to live without hope 2130|Does not the work of God more know to do? 2130|Then let us live and do our earthly deeds 2130|And not forget that God is ever just. 2130|I love and am beloved by all 2130|Who are less conscious of his high estate. 2130|I am beloved by some, and even 2130|For my own loved ones, and among all 2130|His loved ones who are less in love with him. 2130|O thou, O mother of the youth of mine, 2130|Grant my heart not to be thus in love 2130|With all of their loves; for they are less 2130|In love with him than I am with thee. 2130|'O thou, and all that thou dost give me 2130|Let me keep and use it; but before 2130|We go beyond thee, let me know 2130|The love of the Godhead and the love 2130|Of him who made it; and this I pray:-- 2130|Shall we go on beyond the stars, beyond 2130|The stars, beyond the world, till we ======================================== SAMPLE 12710 ======================================== 19221|And, when they heard her sweet strain, 19221|From their dark prison-cells they shook 19221|As from thraldom;--and their woe 19221|Grew lighter as they gazed 19221|From yon vaulted roof sublime; 19221|And with transports unconfined 19221|Like the first rapt eye of light 19221|They soared to heaven again. 19221|So the bird and the bard agree, 19221|That what they have in heart or brain, 19221|It is more blessed than their own; 19221|And that which they have is but their own. 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England, 19221|That the widow shall bare 19221|Her bosom for her lord's offence. 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England: 19221|That the bankrupt shall go blind 19221|With the blindness of his eye: 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England. 19221|That the widow shall lose half her estate, 19221|And be taken from an uncle for hire:-- 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England: 19221|That the sick with hopes of health 19221|Shall be wound up with another's loss:-- 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England: 19221|That the poor shall have a little dish 19221|A day's labour for a pound, 19221|And the great, that have the triumphs, feign 19221|That they are poor because they have no shoes:-- 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England; 19221|That the rich man shall be led about 19221|For a trifle of bread and beer:-- 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England; 19221|That the beggar shall have a pair of clogs 19221|To bind up his grosser apparel: 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England; 19221|That the master shall be made to groan 19221|Because he has no money to pay:-- 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England; 19221|That the labourer shall have a pound 19221|An hour for his pains an ounce, 19221|And the artisan shall have an inch 19221|For his daily care and labour: 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England; 19221|That the peasant shall have no plough 19221|To sow, or to reap the corn: 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England: 19221|That the master shall have a share 19221|In the raising, instead of ear 19221|Of wheat, of any common grain: 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England: 19221|That thy children all, in year, 19221|Shall be lords over thee: 19221|And that none shall be inferior 19221|To thine heirdom in the land: 19221|These things thought out in thought shall be 19221|In England in the years to be: 19221|These thoughts in my bosom do dwell 19221|Like friends, like neighbours in death; 19221|So live thou still, as I still die, 19221|And being dead be nothing worth,-- 19221|To think, were I king, thou would'st be 19221|The lord of all the earth again;-- 19221|Say, what can this thing be 19221|That this poor heart of mine must find 19221|So sore for love of thee? 19221|When this poor heart is sore, 19221|Sure death will ease it soon. 19221|Sad and sad is my love, 19221|That she must die, or I be king 19221|Of all the earth again;-- 19221|Say, what can this thing be 19221|That this poor heart of mine must find so sore 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 12720 ======================================== 16688|But he was never known to talk 16688|Of the dear things he could not make! 16688|And the children and his wife 16688|Were quite moved by the fond look 16688|He had shown them when asleep. 16688|At length they had come to see 16688|The lovely creature yet asleep. 16688|"Oh, mother," child and mother cried,-- 16688|"It is very nice to see 16688|The little bird in the wood, 16688|And sing so loud and clear. 16688|Oh, it is a very fine thing!" 16688|But little did either know 16688|That the birds within the tree 16688|Had just as little skill 16688|As little girls and boys! 16688|This was the third season since that May 16688|The bird had ceased to sing. 16688|And every morn and evening now 16688|Their sorrows wax; and still 16688|They find some cause to grieve and moan 16688|About the strange old wood 16688|They had loved so much to climb. 16688|And still they climb and ever climb, 16688|Until at last their hopes are spent, 16688|And they must part,--nor say farewell, 16688|With a long and heavy cry. 16688|But a child of ten years or so, 16688|Who loved his mother's song, 16688|Saw what was plain to all behold-- 16688|A little blackbird's nest. 16688|And as he looked on it and sighed, 16688|And fain would have broken it, 16688|And as he looked on it and sighed, 16688|He saw a bird's egg,-- 16688|The size of little children's hands, 16688|The whitest of whiteness! 16688|And then the bird came back again, 16688|With a bird's egg and a bird's soul, 16688|"Oh, my dear Annie, pray, 16688|If I can be such a good Christian child, 16688|And yet no one will believe, 16688|And since 'tis my faith,--and yours, my darlie,-- 16688|I'll do any thing I'm able; 16688|For it is said, if only you were dead, 16688|And I but thirty miles away; 16688|Then we would be together!" 16688|"'Twas the longest day that ever sun 16688|Stretched up from the sea; and the stars were seven, 16688|And a dozen other lights beside the moon 16688|That gave the world its beauty one by one, 16688|Then flung it wide;--oh! then they glittered so bright, 16688|I could not wait, so I said, "Away down, 16688|Out of his boiling bottom now." 16688|So the world was so wide. 16688|In the dim and misty air of night, 16688|I saw their shining pinions wave and roam, 16688|Shooting afar, a golden light, and then 16688|To and fro, with the rainbow, and all that;-- 16688|I saw their wings, and I know what they did, 16688|Seeing so far up, so far away! 16688|So, when I was old, and deaf, and blind, 16688|And in a foreign land, 16688|And in the heat of youth, and the light of life 16688|That lit it all above; 16688|I would sometimes see their wings and fly, 16688|And I would live again. 16688|And I will never seek to seek again 16688|Again on earth this flying world--and I 16688|Am still a child of the wood. 16688|I've lived since I was twenty, and now 16688|I am an old man! 16688|And I will live, though never for aye, 16688|The life of a child again; 16688|For I've seen it in the sunny light, 16688|And touched the eggs of the birds. 16688|In the summer when the skies are blue, 16688|And the winds sing, "Hum! hum! hum!" 16688|In the winter when the clouds fly down, 16688|And the snow is white on the ground; 16688|There is something so sweet in the ground, 16688|I ======================================== SAMPLE 12730 ======================================== 1280|He seemed to say: "No one shall say thee nay. 1280|I'll hear thee not"--so we were away. 1280|And we sailed southward all day until we came 1280|To the mouth of the Albatross, a small, 1280|Dark, winged, silent, little, ghostly creature, 1280|With two scaleless wings upon the sea-foam. 1280|It came into sight at the Albatross' port and grace; 1280|A little, shadow-like, little thing there floated. 1280|And we saw the red eyes of the Albatross 1280|Gleam like a ruby on a tawny-pale liddow. 1280|We were in land that night. 1280|And we stopped at Mechea,--a small, red, wherry. 1280|And there it waited. 1280|And we stood by the waves that night. 1280|And as we watched them and were watching them there 1280|We wondered what they were. 1280|And the very next day we sailed southward and came 1280|To the mouth of Cotton, and the waters of Alleghany. 1280|There we saw the Albatross was a beautiful little thing, 1280|And flitted in and out of view, 1280|A-stirruping, a-stirruping, a-doing nothing, 1280|With a scurry of fins and a dash of feathers. 1280|And the great black tide, overflowing the bay 1280|In a great big surge of sullen white, 1280|Went down into the harbor of Mechea. 1280|And the great black tide overflowed the harbor of Mechea 1280|And the great black waters ebbed and flowed 1280|In a great big surge of sullen white. 1280|And we had to settle for fishing for ourselves, 1280|For cotton and mutton in the river and on the shore. 1280|They called us "Gooly Doodles" and held us in thrall. 1280|When our cotton grew weary the great black flood 1280|Saw cotton and cotton and overflowed the harbor. 1280|Then we saw the sky was coming out in splinters of flame. 1280|And we saw it had to be cotton that made the difference. 1280|But we kept on fishing and fishing with all our might, 1280|And we never found cotton was the life of cotton. 1280|And we left the Albatross over the Albatross, 1280|Sunk southward where our ship lay wrecked 1280|In the darkness of the great black tide, 1280|And we sailed at dawn that afternoon 1280|Through the fog-smoke of the night. 1280|And we watched the starless heavens 1280|Afar--and the Mississippi, 1280|A crystal river that flowed 1280|In a path we knew-- 1280|The path of the angels. 1280|And we stopped at Fort Pillow,-- 1280|A lovely place,--some said, 1280|The fairest thing ever seen. 1280|And we watched the ships of war 1280|Coming and going. 1280|There in the darkness gray 1280|We found a prison cell. 1280|And the prison doors were latchless: 1280|The bars to let in air 1280|Were none to find--no bars at all. 1280|We sat beneath a tree 1280|And watched the sun go down. 1280|For the wind was a-twirling the leaves 1280|And blowing them away, 1280|And the moon was a-twirling the leaves 1280|And shedding them through the air, 1280|Like leaves of the autumn sky 1280|Into a peaceful lap of dew. 1280|And the wind-tinkles came 1280|Of a kettle-drum and a flute, 1280|And the tinkling of a tambourine; 1280|And it was sweet to listen to. 1280|It made our blood to glisten. 1280|And a breeze was blowing 1280|And it made a moaning sound 1280|As though the tree-tops, swaying, 1280|Swept over us, as though we sang 1280|Under the very eaves ======================================== SAMPLE 12740 ======================================== 1365|And they, of their former acquaintance 1365|Reflected as they talked together, 1365|And they smiled and whispered to each other, 1365|Speaking of their days together, 1365|In their gentle voices and easy tones. 1365|There was laughter and rustling and singing 1365|In the air that once had been a drum's drum, 1365|And the trees were singing to the music 1365|Boon as if it were the drum and fife; 1365|And old Nokomis, with her eye of blue, 1365|As she stood by the doorway of the wigwam, 1365|And listened to the singing and the dancing 1365|Of the youths and maidens fair and lovely, 1365|Seemed to hear and to mark each one of them 1365|As she danced in the open doorway; 1365|For each one of them had a figure 1365|Like to their own dark-haired mother, 1365|But unlike them all, for they all had features 1365|Fashioned like their father's figure. 1365|And the laughter rose and swelled about Nokomis, 1365|And the merry voices rose and murmured round her; 1365|For each bore a picture in his heart, 1365|As deeply entwined in his soul as if they 1365|Were among the people of their father's house. 1365|And the Maid of Beauty, as old Nokomis 1365|Sang to the youths and maidens of her household, 1365|Sang of the heroes and the feats of war, 1365|Filled the songs of all the youths and maidens, 1365|Filled the sunshine and the shadow with music, 1365|And the Maid of Beauty, the beautiful Water-Mother, 1365|Seeing all these things, began to sigh oftentimes, 1365|Sighed often and loudly in her sorrow, 1365|For she sometimes wished that she could hide away 1365|Ever those ancient, ghastly features, 1365|And as many pallid features, 1365|As the shadows of the oaks are on the meadows 1365|Ever nearer, larger, grayer than oaks. 1365|Thus she wept in the wigwam, thinking oft 1365|That her sorrowful mood was sign from on high 1365|That her lover, the Water-Hero, must look down, 1365|Must yet leave this life, and enter into another; 1365|Leaving her home and friends to mourn for her alone, 1365|With no hope of resurrection, 1365|And no means of comfort for her sorrowing. 1365|But the loving Mother sent before her 1365|Any little token that the hero lived; 1365|Any token that the Water-Mother knew 1365|How far removed was she from her own child, 1365|And from her only daughter, the Water-Nurse; 1365|And the token she brought from remote Omah, 1365|The home of Omah my people call, 1365|The only token that could move him to pity 1365|The hero of a hundred beaks and whiskers! 1365|"Not all the milk of women is delicious! 1365|Not all the butter is pleasing! 1365|Not all the oil of women is tender! 1365|Not all the meal of women is tender! 1365|Not all the wanderer's garment is soft as linen. 1365|Not all the wanderer's apparel is tender! 1365|Not all the wanderer's speech is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's story is merry! 1365|"Not all the wanderer's heart is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's heart is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's speech is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's lip is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's lip is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's tale is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's tale is merry! 1365|"Not all the wanderer's tale is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's tale is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's tongue is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's tongue is merry! 1365|"Not all the wanderer's company is merry! 1365|Not all the company is ======================================== SAMPLE 12750 ======================================== 1030|I know not where, but all my friends are at their vill; 1030|And the country dames are with him in his bed. 1030|They do not speak much English, and yet he is well dressed, 1030|And of this strange new kind of house where dwells the fair; 1030|They are a good deal, and so are the girls by his side, 1030|Yet he is much admired by many, I fear much, by me. 1030|It will do good to write to-morrow, but I must drop me, 1030|If that do not please you, and send my little son down 1030|To make his father and mother more happy next day; 1030|So that I may have the better luck, and that I may say, 1030|Of all our English folk the only men to love are we. 1030|When the bells of the convent tower began to peal, 1030|The lady of the tower (whose name is Jane) 1030|Bore to her chamber a goodly chest, 1030|For which the nuns did make her friar once sing. 1030|And thus she made the friar twice sing, 1030|And twice as loud, to the sweet bells gave she. 1030|The ladies and the dwarfs began when they should see 1030|That she would have the better friar, which they found, 1030|And they went up to her, and asked for them all 1030|To have them good and great while till he was dead; 1030|And thus she made them all her will to be there. 1030|So they put the friar in a good velvet boat, 1030|And she laid him on board, while the dwarfs went to fetch 1030|A little child, her daughter's, who had been born 1030|On a great day, that on the green-gables shone. 1030|'This child we will give her,' said the lady of the tower, 1030|'And we will have her for my daughter to have.' 1030|Then up she threw her girdle, and her friar's head, 1030|And so they brought this little girl before the day. 1030|And she kept him well till the convent bell rang week-day, 1030|And she bade the Lady of the Tower make him friar again. 1030|The day came when she must go away, and come back. 1030|And he cried out, 'You've made me sad, my lord, 1030|Because I must go away from her, 1030|And come back again to my lady, my lord, 1030|Who has been so willing to give me all the rest.' 1030|But the lady gave him some cakes and good wine, 1030|And the friar's head that she did have, 1030|Which she made ready as her good Lord had bade her, 1030|She put in his own with his sister's hand. 1030|Now when the last thing she said at the bell call, 1030|The Lady of Llewellyn coming in her haste, 1030|So that she had her friar's helm on - 1030|'Now by my faith, that's all you had for your love, 1030|I pray you do as I do,' quoth she, 1030|'Since all of you have willingly done 1030|To give this little lady 1030|A place with all your own. 1030|'Yea, I will give you all, that you ask for, 1030|My lady, if I may, I will, by my head; 1030|And by all others, that shall come after me, 1030|And in their time, if ever, I see the like. 1030|We'll make it fit, if they will but help me; 1030|And if they die, my son, I'll live with you.' 1030|Thus did she give him good wine and good meat, 1030|With bread and butter, for the friar to eat: 1030|She gave him his long fripperies, too, 1030|And the ladies made him welcome every day. 1030|But none could tell, for her wit was so sly, 1030|When they came back to her house, how he fared. 1030|The last thing she said to her husband when he was dead, 1030|Was that though his house had been ruined, 1030 ======================================== SAMPLE 12760 ======================================== 35188|Then with the knowledge and light of the world did I gather 35188|Through the glory of knowledge and light of truth. 35188|From that hour did I learn with utter joy 35188|To walk in truth's light. 35188|The sun came up in the early morning of December, 35188|It shone upon the river like a great bright sun. 35188|The clouds of the west, like the clouds of a storm, 35188|Came out of the sky like curtains drawn tight. 35188|And the light of the sun shone on us as we rose, 35188|But we never came down till we were up in the air. 35188|We never even came down until we had put 35188|About our necks the heavy skins of a ship 35188|With the sails all stretched out by the stern 35188|And were waiting for the signal. 35188|We never came down until the air was warm, 35188|And the waves were tossing up in the blue. 35188|We never came down till the dawn was late, 35188|And the trees were full of green leaves like swans. 35188|We never came down, and never a sign 35188|Or a single word 35188|Of any of those good fellows 35188|Whose blood was like to be stained. 35188|Then we dropped as we came upon a track 35188|And we said to each other, 35188|"He seems to know our home as well!" 35188|And we watched the tracks 35188|And the trackers 35188|Of our friend the "Green Leaf," 35188|For they took us down the trail 35188|And the trail that is most like to lead up to the sun. 35188|Now the old red lodge was in a slant, 35188|The sun was coming out, 35188|And the birds were all out out of the nest, 35188|But we slept through the day. 35188|The snow fell all around us when we lay 35188|And was more than afoot; 35188|Even the dogs slept when the lights were high 35188|But they slept like a pack in the snow. 35188|Yet the old house was safe as a rock, 35188|And the children slept sound. 35188|There was not a whisper 35188|Till the clock's peal 35188|Came from the door of the dining room wall 35188|And struck the midnight bell. 35188|Then out of the hall we came riding, 35188|Like a ship in the storm, 35188|And came to the door of our favorite room 35188|That was built out of the attic. 35188|To the corner where the door of doors, 35188|A sign in white letters, 35188|Gave the same message as the white letter, 35188|For we thought it was a beacon. 35188|And we knew it must be our room, 35188|The one we had always dreamed 35188|That we would come to when the clocks had been struck, 35188|And the little lantern lights on the walls 35188|Would have led us in. 35188|The snow lay on the window pane, 35188|And on all the floor, 35188|Like a ship on the ice like a troop 35188|Of snow. 35188|The old clock struck the hour, 35188|And the clock that struck the hour stopped 35188|And the light in the old clock's eye 35188|Grew dimmer than the light in our room 35188|In the morning when the snow fell down. 35188|And the snow lay on the window pane 35188|In the little room that used to be 35188|So cozy once. 35188|There were all sorts of soft snow flakes 35188|Where the old room on the floor was. 35188|And the old clock struck the hour, 35188|And the clock that struck the hour stopped 35188|And the clock in the old clock's eye 35188|Struck silent. 35188|The snow laid on the table cloth, 35188|And on the silver lamp, 35188|And on the door in front of the door, 35188|In the children's room, 35188|And on the floor under the snow flakes, 35188|And on the little lamps 35188|In the little dark places. 35188|The children all were asleep 35188| ======================================== SAMPLE 12770 ======================================== 19221|That, on the night of Christmas, all the heavenly host 19221|On methinks were lighting on the wing of love. 19221|O glorious star! O morning violet! 19221|That to my sight thy spirit like a greeting 19221|Dissolves, ere its presence be decayed!-- 19221|Thy presence here unvex'd and trembling! 19221|Like as a poet who, unaware, 19221|Doth with his song his mystic vision move, 19221|Whose thoughts still revolving with him seem 19221|As light as if they moved on the earth; 19221|So, by that hallow'd form of joy unaccounted, 19221|I seem to walk with these, once more in love! 19221|What sweet encamps! what cavalry squires! 19221|What mess-board stretched before them all! 19221|But wherefore break the ranks of slumber 19221|With songs that would have won the poppied rose? 19221|Would not the blissful valley drown 19221|With all its flowers, if song should come? 19221|The birds are silent in the bowers, 19221|The nightingales are mute and still; 19221|To break the stillness with a shout 19221|Would break the stillness from their deep repose. 19221|Would that the nightingales might die 19221|Each morning in their hundred hearts, 19221|The sweet birds to their hundred nests 19221|Would scatter, and the drooping night-fly, 19221|Which is their life-companion, flit 19221|From flower and blossom, as from one 19221|They turn their sad stooping eyes. 19221|The sick and widow'd waken soon 19221|To feel the breath of the full-blown gale; 19221|And, wearied with their sluggard's rest, 19221|Would steal forth into the wake of night, 19221|Breathe on the sun their weary prayers, 19221|And bid the troubled world good-morrow. 19221|The moon is up; but art thou languid 19221|And weary at the starless hour? 19221|If such thy cheer, such slumber guides 19221|Thy steps, that slumber sinks in light. 19221|Then wake; rise up; come forth and flee 19221|The scenes of doleful dream and death; 19221|Where withers, and where sods, and rocks, 19221|And wasting seas, and circling moons, 19221|Obscured alike in their dread prints! 19221|To them, o'er moor and desert bare, 19221|The lone wanderer seeks his home. 19221|Thou wert alive when she was dead 19221|Whom, on her tombstone looking, she 19221|Pressed to her breast with loving lore; 19221|And when she heard the angel's lay, 19221|Her lips, with more than mystic art, 19221|Gave breath to the Song of Death that spoke. 19221|What though thy song be still in tune? 19221|'Tis hard and failing--sad and strong. 19221|'Tis but the pulse of that wild thing, 19221|The sorrow, that hath tottered down. 19221|"Thou hast been happy," he thus began, 19221|"And now thou art sad, nor canst rejoice; 19221|"Thou hast been silent," he replied, 19221|"And now thou art broken-hearted; 19221|"Thou watchest, and hast nigh lost thy wits, 19221|"And now rejoicest--all that thou canst, 19221|"Or what thou canst, is cause enough 19221|For solemn penance and despair!" 19221|"Thou knowest it--Thou knowest sooth, Lord Christ!-- 19221|"'Tis right," quoth he, "'twere well with us, 19221|"That we who fain would quicken Thee, 19221|"In silence weep and still our fire, 19221|"Till all our wickedness we see 19221|"Bright in Thee for ruin and for fall!" 19221|We were all drunk with Life that night; 19221|Drunk as we ran along the blind 19221|Where Death had made the blind steep: 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 12780 ======================================== 38520|The sky. 38520|They came, O sweet! with their sweet voices, 38520|They came in the moonlight, O gentle snow; 38520|But the winds had other plans for them 38520|And they fled;--the world and all its joys 38520|Were dark, and cold, and grim, O bitter wind! 38520|Where is her maiden heart, she wakened with the morning? 38520|And where is the child 38520|Made merry under heaven, 38520|That's fair, and fair, and fair? 38520|The world is cold and drear, O wind, 38520|Though the night be still as the night of the world 38520|And the dawn, of all things rare and bright, be still; 38520|But, O child, arise! 38520|With a little star in thy mirth! 38520|Sings on the day of the Lord's purification.--_Mild sunniness._ 38520|"Come from the morning-morn, 38520|And wake me to the song, 38520|When the wild birds sang of their master 38520|And he heard nothing but the call of the rain. 38520|Come from the morning-morn, 38520|And lull to the wild birds' song, 38520|That rang from the trees above, 38520|Of their master, when the clouds, in the sky, 38520|Gave a signal of a great glad word." 38520|"O, sweetly the birds sang for a sign, 38520|The glad words went past, and the earth was so glad on earth, 38520|That the birds so proudly cried from tree to tree, 38520|All the world with a happy music answered, as they sang, 38520|"We are masters, and Master of masters, 38520|And he is our Master now; 38520|We may not escape, 38520|For we have taken the sign; 38520|For a sign is a life-breath; 38520|But the bird on the tree-top, his head bare of its crest, 38520|Is a sign of our Lord, 38520|Not He, not He. 38520|And his heart has the broken ring, 38520|And her heart hath the broken ring, 38520|Of the soul within her lost; 38520|And the soul within her lost, 38520|Is the world's soul, now 38520|As it is now: 38520|But the soul within her lost, 38520|Is the world's soul now." 38520|"O bird of the tree, 38520|You sang a good bold song, 38520|But God is a kind and loving King; 38520|He gave you the sign, an' when the world's cry went round 38520|I heard a sound like the sound of wailing, I heard a moan; 38520|A murmur like a sigh, a whisper like a ghost, 38520|A light like a little star, a song like a lark. 38520|O bird of the tree, 38520|Sing on, sing on, 38520|For the soul of the world is His, the Master of Life; 38520|He took you the sign, an' His love made the world to be." 38520|"O bird of the tree, 38520|Sing on, sing on, 38520|For the world is all that you have, all that it meant: 38520|We've but to go look for the Master of the whole, 38520|Who has taken the sign, an' the world's gone blind with His love." 38520|"O bird of the tree, 38520|Sing on, sing on, 38520|For the Lord is all within, the whole, and all without: 38520|There is work for the little and the great an' little who need, 38520|An' to think or to dream the rest will never come true, 38520|But sing on, sing on, in the Master's name we sing; 38520|All things that we love, all that we fear, all that incline 38520|To good or evil, to ill or well, the very threads 38520|Of all the universe must run God's song,-- 38520|We cannot escape from His, we must obey." 38520|O, how the words came crashing about his ear! 38520|For, ======================================== SAMPLE 12790 ======================================== 1365|Is the mother of that ancient town 1365|That lies where the old church-pines are spread 1365|In rings all round its ancient wall; 1365|And there the cuckoo sings, and the bird 1365|Of the forest sings from the nest. 1365|It is the cuckoo! The night is gone, 1365|And in the silent, misty night, 1365|As by the cuckoo's melancholy note 1365|The maiden wakes. 1365|The morning comes in gray and dull, 1365|It is strange, but not out of season, 1365|For in her room the sun is bright, 1365|And over all the old church-pines, 1365|The cuckoo's; 1365|It is the cuckoo's song; her cheek 1365|Lies stiff to the window as a stone, 1365|With the first blush of the morning dusted 1365|On her golden hair. 1365|She leans against it as she sits, 1365|And the light on her face is pale; 1365|And her eyes that looked so calmly down 1365|Are troubled with a tremulousness, 1365|As though they scanned 1365|Far off on the window's crimson arc 1365|Some sign of home, some warning sign 1365|Of danger or of danger near. 1365|All things have meaning to her now! 1365|A light upon her flushed cheek, 1365|A word upon her maiden mouth, 1365|A look on her face! 1365|For no word unto her hand is lent; 1365|A look but all as bright and cold 1365|As her own countenance, 1365|Is looking from a casement high, 1365|Into the morning's dew and cloud, 1365|Into her own eyes! 1365|A pause, a stir of passion in her; 1365|And suddenly suddenly 1365|The castle-hall is empty made; 1365|The windows with the casements; 1365|The hall is void. 1365|The maids are still with their long day's play 1365|Of laughing and of laughing; 1365|The maids with their laughing and laughing, 1365|For there is silence in the land. 1365|One thing there is in all my love for you 1365|Which can be said with more than words, 1365|Although I know not what it is: 1365|It is that I would be your life and death 1365|If you were less as you were once. 1365|For what is life, when there is no life 1365|Except the life of others? 1365|What is death, when there is no death 1365|Except the death of others? 1365|Nay, nay, nay, and your fair face is hid 1365|By the candlelight in the parlour; 1365|I see in your eyes a vision grand, 1365|And you shall be my wife some day. 1365|There is a road of roses 1365|From your white mouth to the place 1365|Where it opens in the west, 1365|Where the old chapel-towers were; 1365|The red rose in the churchyard, 1365|The red rose in the park, 1365|And the red rose on the hill. 1365|There are rueful shadows 1365|Of the old cathedral-cloister, 1365|And distant voices. They tell me 1365|Of a ghost of memory, 1365|That is always on the walk, 1365|In the old garden-grounds; 1365|And they whisper to me, "O dear, 1365|'T is a phantom of some woman, 1365|That goes haunting through the house; 1365|'T is a ghost of some woman 1365|Whose hands, that are still and black, 1365|In the gloom touch the light." 1365|The first song I knew was 1365|When upon my morning prayer 1365|I said, "God will give me 1365|Familiar things and places, 1365|I hope he will give me 1365|This, the broad meadow-land." 1365|The second came in childhood, 1365|When for a time apart 1365|We walked the hill ======================================== SAMPLE 12800 ======================================== 42058|And thus I sing. 42058|"When on the green grass' edge the sheep are laid 42058|And all the flock have fed and gone to rest, 42058|Who will bring her to me 42058|With the old cheer and welcome-- 42058|The smile from eyes that I shall see 42058|When I come near-- 42058|The hand that was wet with her own tears, 42058|And a heart where sorrow once was warm-- 42058|Oh, she will come-- 42058|Bring it!" 42058|When on my left the lonely stars arise, 42058|And in the north the winter comes at last, 42058|And all the world is shrouded in white, 42058|And I must go afar 42058|To bear the cry of lonely stars 42058|And lonely winds, 42058|And, under their frown, to hear the cry 42058|Of winds that drift and sigh for evermore, 42058|Who will be there to greet me, O lonely wight, 42058|O lone! 42058|Who will, when day shall bid good-bye, 42058|And I have laid me down to lie to rest, 42058|With eyes that still may beat, 42058|With arms that still may be strong, 42058|With heart that still may be satisfied, 42058|O lone! 42058|Who will unclose the doors of thy farewell 42058|And let me win thee, when thou art so near, 42058|Into my life and take away thy fear-- 42058|Who will find room in this heart for love's return, 42058|Who let thy griefs be laid, 42058|Who will fill the empty home again, 42058|And give thy friends a place at thy command, 42058|O lone! 42058|Who will not be too weary for thy play, 42058|Who will not go off laden with thy pain, 42058|Who will not go on till thy work is done, 42058|O lone! 42058|O solitary woman of the wood, 42058|Why do I cry aloud about thy door? 42058|Why do I greet thee in the lonely night, 42058|O solitary woman of the wood? 42058|I know thou art not far from my abode, 42058|I know thou art in my sight when day doth cease, 42058|I know thou art at rest in this my hold, 42058|O solitary woman of the wood. 42058|Thou art at rest and safe in this my hold, 42058|I cannot say thee nay, 42058|I will not wish thee to despair, 42058|I will not ask thee now unweildy lies; 42058|Nor will I let thee go! 42058|Thou art too dear to me for selling or giving, 42058|Thou art too dear to me and mine to sell, 42058|For what thou art, the greater part I sell; 42058|But thou, though worth thy keeping, wilt not depart! 42058|O solitary woman of the wood, 42058|If I could paint thee, what a fairy wouldst thou be; 42058|What a love-proprizied creature wouldst thou be 42058|To give such an image as thou art. 42058|Thou art in most cruel part, I think, 42058|Who art so fair, and yet so woman-like; 42058|Thou art not made to be 42058|The bounden thing that woman is, 42058|But made to love, not fear, its whole range; 42058|Love all, but love in love's exceeding way: 42058|Love with a loving art, 42058|Which thou art, O Woman! to be loved. 42058|Farewell, for the last time, thy dear self! 42058|My last, last look, and farewell also! 42058|She said farewell. And the leaves fell, 42058|Leaves soft and white, 42058|Leaves falling thick and fast to the ground. 42058|She said farewell, for the day was done. 42058|The light came creeping slowly up the sky; 42058|The evening-star glittered, like a ruby fine; 42058|And the woods were still together as one, 42058|Silent as among them. 42058|I could hear her step. And her ======================================== SAMPLE 12810 ======================================== 2619|With him it was not so. 2619|I did not think to look;--I was so wise 2619|I walked right in, and saw what I desired. 2619|But now the lady's looking over her books 2619|And laughing, as if she had no fear, 2619|"_The young heart's wings! the young heart's wings! 2619|And that in heaven it was right so_,-- 2619|"It is a sin to look on women this way, 2619|But here the men are so good and so noble, 2619|To look so at women is an evil sin." 2619|Then all at once a voice within my head 2619|Came singing, "Oh! 'twas the Lord, Lord," I said. 2619|Who came from Paradise? The Lord was here. 2619|So I knew the things I never could see 2619|Were sweet and pleasant, though I never saw. 2619|In truth I did not know I was a man 2619|Until a woman's voice called me by it, 2619|"And he's the husband of your beautiful friend." 2619|You call me your friend, and I do say you are, 2619|Even now I kiss you, and tell you to be, 2619|But in my heart does God not take my part 2619|With all the strength a loving wife can give? 2619|Yes, I am the wife of God,--my wife is I! 2619|I have the strength a woman's love to take, 2619|And all my heart is in your hand, all mine! 2619|Now I am your wife, and you are our friend. 2619|But I know in my heart God's will for you; 2619|I know you would do what is right to me 2619|With what my eyes could see, and all my heart. 2619|If I should do it--I do not know how. 2619|For you would do good, and I am afraid. 2619|But if you would do it, your heart is true; 2619|It is the heart that beats--me, not them all. 2619|If I should do it, it would come from you 2619|Not to me, but to the man that asked it; 2619|And he would think his work was done when found, 2619|And take back what you gave him at his best; 2619|Then he would wonder, would the head that bowed 2619|Would bow so, I could not see his sin; 2619|And I--I'd wonder how to bear it more, 2619|Since they had told me the thing I could not tell. 2619|I can't hear His voice who speaks from on high, 2619|I can't see His eyes who weighs my every thought; 2619|Only my soul, which in the heavens stands 2619|And feels His hand upon it. But I am your wife! 2619|In my soul you are all happy and I am he: 2619|I am your wife, though still my husband is ye: 2619|I am all the strength a loving husband takes, 2619|My friend among wise men, and my judge-- 2619|Be mine the things that seem good and His will. 2619|My head is heavy for his weary head; 2619|My heart is heavy for his heavy heart; 2619|Mine eyes for his dim prayer-silence break-- 2619|Mine eyes to His great mystery seem-- 2619|Mine ears for ever, but his ears still, 2619|Who knows--perhaps--what I do not know. 2619|I do not know that my soul is tired yet 2619|Of the sweet love his words have made for me; 2619|I do not know I loved Him enough, 2619|To give Him so, till it was time for sleep. 2619|I love him most whom His soul knows best, 2619|And loves Him most who was most willing to give 2619|His life for my comfort in His sleep. 2619|This is His treasure, and as I hold 2619|It, so shall He hold it--my dear Lord: 2619|When sleep hath come, I shall lie at his feet; 2619|And he shall kneel and kiss my cheek and lips, 2619|And fold me gently, and close my eyes; 2619|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 12820 ======================================== 25340|The fates are ready for your toil; 25340|From day to day the waves advance 25340|Around your shores: not many lives 25340|Can live or prosper in your land, 25340|Yet the whole world is as a coast 25340|Which the wild billows stretch o'er, and seek to swell; 25340|While the brave North-Norman is free."] 25340|"_When all the winds of heaven their tribute bear, 25340|And all the floods of heaven remain:_ 25340|_From the dark sea to the bright ocean's plain 25340|From ocean's surface to the gulf below,_ 25340|_There shall the waves make music--there shall they sing-- 25340|For man cannot find the heaven alone._" 25340|"Let us, all ye who in aught commend 25340|Your good selves to me, but chiefly speak: 25340|Not with the cold eloquence of lies, 25340|"That lull to Absence the weary nights, 25340|Or with the noise of passion soft deny 25340|Reverence and love:--For these, and for this thing, 25340|The word is Heaven:" thus to me I said; 25340|"And I, who am to Heaven the foremost man, 25340|And love, the first of things I contemplate, 25340|And think the first among my desires-- 25340|Say, are your visions but the flowers of ease, 25340|Your fancies but the flowers of ease, my own? 25340|Is there no thought of thee in all the years 25340|Which we, who live here, for thee should ask? 25340|No prayer for what thou art of worth, I ween, 25340|To show us thou art happy and sublime? 25340|No memory which can show thee of a star, 25340|Save this we have of thee: to live in space, 25340|Unseen of death, our course, and be forgot 25340|Of all the stars of earth--this we have had;-- 25340|All which the earth itself may not defend: 25340|--These, these we have enjoyed:--But come to me. 25340|"For what is here that hath not been experienced? 25340|Not the loud sounds, the scenes of battle; 25340|Not all the clouds that wander o'er the skies. 25340|Not the high hills, nor mists on mountain peaks; 25340|Not all the flowers that hang upon the rills, 25340|Nor the fair forms on the green fields and hills. 25340|--These have thou seen, and all these things have been. 25340|--Ah, was it thus to be,--were there more! 25340|--Now for the future:--where the wide-spread sea 25340|Lies in its deep and broadest measure, 25340|And for no narrow bar the boundless seas, 25340|--All this, as 't were, is, now we might behold,-- 25340|--This is the field wherein the fairies lured me; 25340|"For all that is to come, and for the past, 25340|Is all that was and is to be to be; 25340|And though the same fair face from age to age, 25340|And age to age, and all that age apart 25340|Is ever fair and fair, and ever young, 25340|Yet these, and all this glory may be ours, 25340|--Thou seest when the curtain falls, and thou wilt hear:-- 25340|From thee, my Friend, and from thee all this world 25340|Deeds ill, not right; and thou, my Friend, dost gird 25340|And chain in death the memory of its crimes.-- 25340|"Thou, with the stars, hast fashioned a wondrous bound: 25340|But wherefore so small?--No life is ours but thine. 25340|--Ah, might the Earth's great heart, that lies beneath, 25340|With every human life, as its portion stand! 25340|--The earth, the earth, my friend, might be in thrall. 25340|--This world, my friend, might be in thrall. 25340|"If on the earth, from age to age, the same, 25340|That same, which in this world the goodman made-- 25340| ======================================== SAMPLE 12830 ======================================== 3228|The day is late and night is fled, 3228|And the morning-glory leaves are still, 3228|And the soft air is balmy and fair; 3228|From over the meadows in line; 3228|For the day is over and gone; 3228|Come out on the meadows in line 3228|And greet your sweethearts in line 3228|Where the morning-glory blossoms stand. 3228|For the day is over and gone; 3228|Come out on the meadows in line 3228|And greet your sweethearts through line; 3228|For the day is over and gone; 3228|Come out on the meadows in line 3228|Where your sweethearts meet their dear ones! 3228|And the morning is over and gone 3228|When the bells ring out in the land where it all began. 3228|And the morning is o'er and gone, 3228|When the bells ring out in the land where it all was. 3228|For the morning brings wailing and not to-morrow, 3228|To-morrow brings sorrow and not to-day; 3228|Come out on the meadows in line, 3228|Come out on the meadows in line, 3228|Where the morning is all but over and gone; 3228|Come out, come out on the mountains! 3228|Come out, or be like the morning-glory bloom, 3228|Spreading its buds to cool the air; 3228|And the tender hearts of maidens you shall meet 3228|Who love you now because you're gone. 3228|Come out on the meadows in line, 3228|Come out, or be like the springtime,--too late! 3228|With its sweet fragrance never to die! 3228|And the eyes of young lads your love shall meet, 3228|While the tears of lovers they weep. 3228|Come out on the meadows in line! 3228|When we meet that night when the battle is fought, 3228|Come out on the meadows in line! 3228|With the morning over all and the battle fled, 3228|Come out on the meadows in line! 3228|With the morning, the rose, and the white rose leaf, 3228|Come out on the meadows in line! 3228|With the morning over all, and the battle fought, 3228|Come out on the meadows in line! 3228|I met a maiden on a summer night, 3228|A moonlit, moonstruck summer night; 3228|She was alone, for never friend was nigh, 3228|And none to cheer her through the dark; 3228|And she stood upon the edge of a steep hill, 3228|And I gave heed to the stars' slow flight. 3228|The earth was full of peace and rest, 3228|And filled my heart with grateful cheer; 3228|My heart was glad, because the world was good, 3228|And there was light in all the sky. 3228|Oh dear my friend, the world is little worth, 3228|With all its flowers and beauty bright; 3228|And then there comes the hour when life will be 3228|And sorrow's night is near to me. 3228|Then what care I for the world beside; 3228|With rest I shall be rich and wise: 3228|For I shall sit at ease upon my chair, 3228|And dream that all the world for me. 3228|Ah me, the world is big, and full of pain, 3228|And full of many cares and fears; 3228|With its grandeur, and power, and gladness large, 3228|It never seemed worth while to be; 3228|Till, all at once, I heard its sound and roar, 3228|And to a startled heart was brought 3228|The cry and name of many a lonely sea, 3228|Who had perished by the shores they knew. 3228|Ah, dear to me these lonely lands are known 3228|By sounds of strife and dreams of fame, 3228|By names long dead, and memories of pain 3228|And fears which I must now forget. 3228|But, dear, the life I know is not of earth, 3228|And cannot live where men live ill. 3228|And so I'll give my ======================================== SAMPLE 12840 ======================================== 25153|"All hail, to thee!"--not such as the 25153|"Bacchus!" said the soldier. 25153|Hark! he speaks, and the tumult of 25153|Bears them back with him to his tent. 25153|In the darkness, the darkness, he hears 25153|The voices of these soldiers; 25153|Crying over the camp-fire, "Death to 25153|the foe!" and the battle-cry. 25153|Hark! he speaks, and the sound has returned 25153|To his tent; and he hears men's voices, 25153|And shouts, and cries for him from the camp-hounds: 25153|"Death to the enemy," and the 25153|battle-cry! 25153|The dark night was over and gone, 25153|And the sun was shining brightly, too, 25153|And the birds from over the hills, 25153|Like flakes of foam, started, 25153|And the mountains stood up and sang, 25153|As they heard the battle-cry. 25153|"All hail, to thee!"--not such as the 25153|"Bacchus!" said the soldier. 25153|And while we were singing and telling 25153|The news we heard from the camp-fire, 25153|The Captain of the New-England 25153|Commands us: "Halt! Sit down or I'll 25153|Put a finger-nail to your 25153|Eyes!" 25153|But we heard the news in our tents, 25153|And from distant mountains and seas, 25153|And saw the battle-difference; 25153|Why, not to name it, you see, 25153|Would ruin our little group. 25153|We heard the shouts of victory, 25153|We heard the "Soldiers, Advance!" 25153|And the "Colonel" shouting "Yes!" 25153|While one upbraideth us loudest 25153|Of his children who fight longest 25153|For their country the best. 25153|"Oh boy!" he exclaims, "your father, 25153|Your leader, your comrade, is dead! 25153|Your mother's gone, who was so kind, 25153|Left you to be our cheer. 25153|Your little sister, Mary Ann, 25153|She carried you from the fight, 25153|And bore you at last to this 25153|Red-brick hall, all unwashed and clean, 25153|And hid you so from harms." 25153|Oh, bitter tears bedewed his cheeks, 25153|And all his body burned and bared! 25153|His heart burst into a flame, 25153|As his poor soul lookt for his bride, 25153|In such disgrace and sorrow. 25153|Then, in the midst of sorrow, 25153|There came a day full soon, 25153|When all his old comrades 25153|Went back to their camps again. 25153|But we remember the night-quiet, 25153|Nor could the sun be bright, 25153|And this memory brighteth 25153|Evermore in our souls. 25153|O ye! that sing in Canada, 25153|(Though far from "the clime which gave him," 25153|"His native soil," the hero's 25153|Mysteries in a land of "hue and 25153|When I speak of our own rivers, 25153|And of their "elyrical ditties" 25153|On whose sands these "snowy chaplets" 25153|But sometimes bloomed once and falleth, 25153|When in his glory every 25153|Heavenly song had ceased to be; 25153|Oh, say if his bright future 25153|Called you and your offspring to the waters 25153|Of your lovely Isle of Delf?" 25153|"I have not heard," he said; "but they were 25153|Never in all my life-time, 25153|Not in the winter, not in the summer, 25153|Not when the wind was blowing! 25153|Never from my own farm-house, 25153|Never through the country way, 25153|But over the sea, to the Islands 25153|Of that old Land of Fountains 25153|Where the Pines and aspens ======================================== SAMPLE 12850 ======================================== 2428|The spirit of her own good times, her first smile; 2428|And the bright eyes and bright hair of that gay state, 2428|That gave you all the lightness, strength, and smart; 2428|If this be all, to you I leave the right-- 2428|And Heaven defend that beauty in my song! 2428|In one hour's space, God help such a wrong to live! 2428|A thousand years are fast flying! see, 2428|The fable's name is on her brow; 2428|She seems still working, still undoing, 2428|And yet she soon will die; 2428|Till Time makes all her schemes depart, 2428|And bids her passing clouds depart, 2428|When, in this leafy paradise, 2428|How happy is the child, that shows 2428|Its early leafy prime! 2428|The day begins to dapple on the plain; 2428|In yonder lane the children play; 2428|And, from my window, here I stand, 2428|To watch the gay, impudent hours: 2428|When from yon lane-far mountain's brow 2428|I see, with equal rays, your face; 2428|Which, seen in morning light, more bright 2428|Excels the skies; my fancy courts, 2428|And fills my heart, with eager hunt, 2428|And full desire of you, each hour. 2428|I hear her footfall on the grass: 2428|A low, domestic voice; my bed; 2428|In a low step, and down low fall 2428|Those thoughts which now my brain employ, 2428|And now with what delight they feed! 2428|And all at once the thought succeeds, 2428|"The fountains of your fountain flow!" 2428|Her arm--her hand--she stoops in thought, 2428|And, as I rise, she turns to me, 2428|Her eyes cast on my face, and smile. 2428|Her form, I know, shall suit the place, 2428|To form the hero of my lays, 2428|And all the graceful courtesy, 2428|Which, from her charms, shall win the eyes: 2428|So when the nymph is in my dream, 2428|I take her in mine arms, and send 2428|Her to her sleep by yonder springs; 2428|There with the sleepers shall she sleep, 2428|And rest, when time shall bring her home, 2428|Such rest as heroes never give. 2428|But let my Muse, her fingers poor, 2428|The fluttering strings of her soft lyre, 2428|And her soft-swelling locks, and eyes 2428|Clear-folded from all filth, and blest 2428|With one pure eye, confess their joy; 2428|And have these songs for ever been 2428|To her alone who left her place, 2428|The joys to her and not to me. 2428|And that sweet maid, so dear withal, 2428|As heaven to mortals and demesne, 2428|May love the music, and believe 2428|The tones that thrill, and not the theme: 2428|And, having known this hero's fame, 2428|May fancy him as I do now, 2428|An equal man, though both are free, 2428|And both may sing, though one be less 2428|In speech, in love, in grace, in mind: 2428|And her may sing who never dar'd 2428|The humblest vows before! 2428|"And he (she said) was once your friend, you know, 2428|A friend of mine, and your dearest brother, too? 2428|In your young years you often rode 2428|With me to church, and so, I think, once heard 2428|Some verses, that proved your ambition 2428|And the reason of your being here. 2428|"How true, and beautiful, and true it was, 2428|As you were so moved to write it out, 2428|For you in verse have never been 2428|A prouder or a clearer mind. 2428|And still it was among your friends, and still 2428|I like it, as a good old anthem, 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 12860 ======================================== A bird flew and was gone, 1365|And still the people of the village 1365|In the still night had no light. 1365|And as the sky grew dark and deeper, 1365|They in the house ere long were found 1365|All in their bedchambers dying, 1365|Folk of the forest born. 1365|Ah! well they slept and dream'd by night; 1365|But the next sunbeam came to light 1365|The chamber of poor Mormecke, 1365|And he said to the dead comrades, 1365|"Who's to blame for this your sorrow?" 1365|Seeking his bed he woke not long, 1365|But in his chamber found them sleeping, 1365|And he said to the dead comrades, 1365|"Who are you, and why are ye here?" 1365|All said they had been slumbering 1365|Under the turf in the village, 1365|And the cold had filled them full, 1365|But a raven cried, and smote them 1365|In the head and the forehead: 1365|"Who are ye, and why are ye here?" 1365|And all fell silent and pale, 1365|And none spoke a word. 1365|Then broke in the village inn, 1365|Rose the Saxon's King, 1365|And he answered, with voice of thunder, 1365|"Awake, awake! 1365|For this night, I trow, has come 1365|With tidings of battle to this 1365|Earthen wall!" 1365|And the roofs and the waggons shook 1365|Till the earth resounded, 1365|As he swore in an angry tone, 1365|In the midst of his rage 1365|Shall his people be slain, 1365|And ye be left to wail alone 1365|Under the earth?" 1365|And the dead were aroused at the sound; 1365|And from the chamber the women 1365|Rang aloud, 1365|"God! why dost thou break us so, 1365|God!--why dost thou slay us so? 1365|O, say, for thine arms to us 1365|Death, thou mightest have slain!" 1365|Then said the angry King, 1365|To the Lady Mary-Capital: 1365|"Foolish were the women 1365|In your bosom nursed! 1365|They were patient and cruel, 1365|Never would they leave ye!" 1365|And a flame leapt up in the women, 1365|Like the sudden leap of the flame 1365|In a wafer when the bees suck. 1365|Then the women spoke again 1365|In a tempestuous tone, 1365|"God pity us sinners!" 1365|And a curse from the women 1365|Like a curse from a bell. 1365|When the people heard, in all the villages 1365|Shouted and laughed aloud; 1365|Heard the curse, and the shout of relief, 1365|And the curse, and the wail of woe. 1365|All the earth was stirred, 1365|All the heaven was stirred; 1365|All the waters made answer, "God is not lost!" 1365|The hills and the woods became stirred, 1365|The sea, the air, the firmament 1365|Was stirred, until the whole creation 1365|In that commotion was in motion. 1365|The stars, the plants, the bags of grass, 1365|The fish, the bird, the beast, the forest, 1365|The earth, the air, the flood, the mine,-- 1365|Waxed, and waned, and mixed, and moved, 1365|For the first time, one with nature. 1365|What is it that we know by heart? 1365|A child may know the stars, and say, 1365|"There are great and small." 1365|But when the child is grown to man's estate, 1365|And speaks as an adult, he grows 1365|To know the clouds, and the winds, and the moon, 1365|And the sun, and the tides. 1365|He knows what earth was made for, and fashioned 1365|Withal for man to walk on; 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 12870 ======================================== 5185|He to the distant forest came, 5185|Wandered one day and then a second, 5185|On the third from morn till even; 5185|Could not sleep, but all night long 5185|Went and sought for food and raiment, 5185|Found them in the fields and forests, 5185|In the distant, sleeping regions, 5185|In the homes of men and maidens; 5185|Tore the cedars from the mountains, 5185|Dashed the sand from off the heather, 5185|From the hills had mountains rifted, 5185|Heaped them on the heath and heather, 5185|Made them deep beneath the heathlands. 5185|When the hearty food had reached him, 5185|Sharp his axe be felled his axes, 5185|Heaved them high in air along with him; 5185|Then these words the hero uttered: 5185|"Thou hast well fed thine eye has seenores, 5185|Well I fed mine eye has seenores, 5185|Now I need thy knife be useful, 5185|Use it sometimes in the fight-fields, 5185|Use it in the long-tried robbery." 5185|Thereupon the young man left him, 5185|Came, and sat beneath the pine-trees, 5185|On the borders of the oat-looms, 5185|Near the murder-house and forest, 5185|Looked with hatred in his lookura: 5185|"Vae in peto peto, molto vede, 5185|In my wigwam now I lie supine, 5185|In your mansion, Kalevala!" 5185|Knew not where Lylikki was dwelling, 5185|Could not understand his being, 5185|Could not pass Vaeinaemoeinen's windows, 5185|As the boy was writing, singing, 5185|Longing to do him evil service. 5185|Then did Pau-Puk-Keewis wake him, 5185|Ay, the most cunning of magicians, 5185|Took the young Likki for his servant, 5185|Lead him from his father's mansion, 5185|From within his father's lowing. 5185|Then the daring Pau-Puk-Keewis 5185|Thought of new and daring ways, 5185|Thought of perilous transport, spoke these words: 5185|"Escort to the ferry at nightfall, 5185|That my father and myself may pass 5185|O'er the ferry, Vaeinoe-river, 5185|In the pleasant season, happy ferry." 5185|This is Vaeinaemoeinen's answer: 5185|"If thou write not for my pleasure, 5185|Should not write for me thy wishes, 5185|Then shall daring Pau-Puk-Keewis 5185|Fearfully attempt the journey, 5185|Fearfully approach the ferry." 5185|Thereupon the youth dictated, 5185|These the words of Vaeinaemoeinen: 5185|"Let the vessel come at nightfall, 5185|Let the crew be able-bodied; 5185|This shall do for Vaeinaemoeinen, 5185|For the potter, my good suitor." 5185|All the crew were skilled in fishing, 5185|Seamen from every tribe were gathered, 5185|Came the crew of Vaeinaemoeinen 5185|To the ferry at the sunrise, lighting. 5185|With the crew was Vaeinaemoeinen, 5185|Quick the vessel came at evening, 5185|Appeared the crew assembled. 5185|Upon the deck the heroes 5185|Sat the captains, kept their watchfires, 5185|Looking o'er their waif-orphans, 5185|Locked the doves and dovesaws tightly, 5185|Carefully that ferry-company 5185|Passed on through greenwood forests, 5185|Did not pass through grazing fenlands; 5185|Thus they watched the ferry-morasses, 5185|Thus contemplate the water-boat 5185|Passage through the waters pink-tinted. 5185|As they viewed the water-borders, 5185|Shook the deck as they constitutively ======================================== SAMPLE 12880 ======================================== 1287|For ever by her side; 1287|What more she had I ne'er had seen, 1287|Though I were there before. 1287|Then the youth I see before me, there 1287|To my astonishment 1287|Is seated by his lovely maid, 1287|And the thought I cherish'd in my mind, 1287|As with haste I came to meet her, 1287|Now must I not forget! 1287|For we have just passed in joy, 1287|The river's tranquil flow, 1287|And to this place, whene'er I sigh, 1287|I think I'll turn me home! 1287|Thou art, in essence, my soul! 1287|It is not, I confess 1287|But in the present I behold thee 1287|Whose blissful aspect 1287|Makes me entranced to gaze on thee! 1287|My life is like the mist,-- 1287|A dream of pure delight, 1287|A glimmering ray of light, 1287|The essence of thy light-- 1287|My heart is like a tower 1287|Of stone upon the air, 1287|With crystal walls encompassed round,-- 1287|How can I ever claim 1287|A deeper, loftier life, 1287|To my own heart is given 1287|More than a sight can tell. 1287|Thy goodness doth increase 1287|And brighten every thing; 1287|Thy goodness does increase, 1287|My heart seems only human! 1287|How bright the sky is turning, 1287|When thy brightness comes! 1287|When the blest time draws nigh me, 1287|How the sky brightens! 1287|When the blest time draws near me, 1287|How the sky grows brighter! 1287|If my presence there be 1287|Like the breath of thy presence, 1287|It should be as when thou wert one 1287|Of thy love's own children. 1287|When thy sweet heart is leaning 1287|Over my heart, O! 1287|A warm, warm, warm friendship 1287|Thou dost me love to win me. 1287|Yet, oh, my love, how cold, 1287|When the day is over, 1287|Thou com'st to kiss me! 1287|I love,--but not, alas! 1287|All-daring love,--'tis better; 1287|But if Love's in vain, 1287|That, too, I love! 1287|As I was sitting,-- 1287|Thus I thought of it. 1287|Thus I thought, and spoke, 1287|And I made the sign;-- 1287|Towards thee, dear sister, 1287|I drew a tear. 1287|And her mother came 1287|And thus addressed me: 1287|'Sweetheart! what can be 1287|In the house of woe? 1287|What could pleasenceth thee, 1287|When thou hast not been there? 1287|Then hasten, 1287|And hasten further; 1287|Be it not thy fate, 1287|Sweetheart, to suffer thus! 1287|For thyself,-- 1287|Oh, for thyself, 1287|How can this be? 1287|I know not! 1287|I cannot know. 1287|Yet I have loved, 1287|And I love once more! 1287|And the tears of sorrow 1287|I'll in vain withhold! 1287|Oh, what can this mean? 1287|Thou shalt not love again, 1287|If thou lov'st not! 1287|And I, I am blind; 1287|And I cannot see. 1287|And I, I'm thinking, 1287|And I'm thinking and thinking! 1287|And when thou hast brought 1287|All thy heart's desires, 1287|Thou wilt come to me!' 1287|All the house is lighted, 1287|All the lights are gleaming; 1287|But I cannot see him 1287|With his eyes of deep blue! 1287|And I, I hear him-- 1287|So should I rejoice-- ======================================== SAMPLE 12890 ======================================== 12242|From one a hundred miles? 12242|And so I'm yours, and so I keep a hundred years. 12242|"And yet . . . still this I hope will never be, 12242|That I shall ever see you wear the name 12242|My father gave me when I was a boy. 12242|To have been a king -- what if that were also 12242|A proverb in the speech? 12242|"What if you married, had a beautiful child, 12242|Did husband ever leave me? -- and the years 12242|Were bound by the same law? 12242|What if you loved the life you lived for years, 12242|And yet forgot that love? 12242|"The life I knew is dead, and you forget; 12242|And I forget the years. 12242|But, in the night when I awoke, and passed out 12242|Into the glory of the dawn, 12242|I saw the name on the blood-red flag once more -- 12242|The name of him I loved." 12242|How long, I wonder, shall I remember 12242|That name is like a song, 12242|A whisper in the room; and in the evening 12242|I hear it again. 12242|A voice in the darkness, 12242|A moon above the city 12242|Whose shadow is as wine, 12242|And whose light is the love of a thousand hearts. 12242|A moon that is full of wine, 12242|And a song that is half awake, 12242|And that, somehow, is half sad; 12242|And in the darkness -- in the evening, 12242|Like wine, the moon comes out; 12242|And the shadows drink and dance 12242|And dance and dance away; 12242|And the love of a thousand hearts 12242|Knocks at the doors and looks; 12242|And the love of a thousand hearts 12242|Lets fall the windows and sets fire to the darkness. 12242|The morning breaks, 12242|And all the heart of the sky 12242|Is in the eyes of the bride; 12242|The moon goes up to meet her, 12242|And she holds him; 12242|The stars cry on her, 12242|"What did you do for him? 12242|You loved him all too well 12242|"Who taught you love so well 12242|You never told him; 12242|And you'll never tell us, 12242|"Let him lie in the dust 12242|While you dance on high, 12242|What would you if he should die?" 12242|The morning breaks, 12242|And all the heart of the sky 12242|Is in the eyes of the bride; 12242|The moon goes up to meet her, 12242|And she holds him; 12242|The stars cry on her, 12242|"What did you do for him?" 12242|The morning breaks, -- 12242|The sky is full, the midnight falls, 12242|And the bride and bridegroom go together. 12242|I've wandered over earth before me, 12242|I've walked with giant feet of the mountains, 12242|I've walked with giant wings of the winds. 12242|The stars know me, I know them, 12242|The sun knows me, they know me; 12242|I've wandered over earth before me 12242|I've walked with giant feet of the mountains, 12242|I've walked with giant wings of the winds. 12242|And the stars know me, I know them, 12242|But I'll follow through the night, 12242|For I've wandered over earth before me 12242|And I'll walked with giant feet of the winds; 12242|They will be kind as their giant masters, 12242|They know where you look, 12242|And where no looking can find you, 12242|And where no searching can find you. 12242|I do but tread the steps of God 12242|For a little change, and behold Him; 12242|And as I did not I will be, 12242|My feet upon the steps of God. 12242|Here in my garden, 12242|With my roses red and white, 12242|There's naught so marvelous 12242|As the soul of a rose. 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 12900 ======================================== 1382|Beside his brother, and that he knew his brother: 1382|But, as the old man said, they must not think her, 1382|Lest she should know the love he gave her. 1382|Yet they deemed her: they saw with pride and delight 1382|A small pavilion in his garden. 1382|The white rose-banks with summer lilies glistened 1382|And the brown pansies' bloom, the violet's dyes. 1382|The rose was red of blue and the violets new-burst: 1382|They knew how sweet his garden was. 1382|And they had brought him as their lordly guest 1382|A very fair lady, and bade him see, 1382|If he loved her, the damsel they were wooing, 1382|The maid who came to court him. 1382|He was asked of all his kindred, and said, 1382|In short, that all could not know, he was one 1382|Who was most fair-natured. 1382|In one word, to all the world at large, 1382|Was he sweet looking, courteous, or of warlike vein, 1382|A wily war-fear, or a cunning mind, 1382|Or both, at once. 1382|That his lord was a wise man they made known, 1382|And that for an oath he would to battle break. 1382|She looked up, and on the green grass saw them, 1382|The three of them, 1382|And the maid was young and fair as the spring, 1382|And her mother's eye was gentle, and hers was dull. 1382|And the mother spoke with voice of sweetness: "Be wise! 1382|Have we not proved it to him who has put him to test? 1382|He is an oath! 1382|Why, it hath put him to test, for one word spoken 1382|I know that you will know it, and his blood is chill. 1382|He is not of warlike heart; yet he might be 1382|A cautious man: and if you be wise, be wise; 1382|And be sure your mother would rejoice, for you 1382|Shall be a better lady than you were yesterday! 1382|She is a lady whose heart is in her heart: 1382|O mother, have you been kind to me, my boy? 1382|O mother, have you made this comfort-heart your own?" 1382|Then the maid she put her head upon her breast, 1382|And, lifting her arms, she kissed his eyes and mouth. 1382|And the woman answered, saying, "You have said all! 1382|For I can but say what other lips will say." 1382|For the mother had turned from her, her face bent down, 1382|And was lying in her quiet bed in the night. 1382|Then I said, "Why does she lie so smooth and pale?" 1382|And she said, "My boy, 'twas your father told 1382|How the mother-foot was broken, how the maids 1382|Had spoken, and the house-bell rung. You had heard, 1382|In his last sleep, and when his spirit passed below. 1382|And your mother, who was childless, and who wept 1382|When the old man died, and all their childern grieved, 1382|Mourned day and night, and could with reason be. 1382|Now she slept; and, if I say her words are true, 1382|You will have reason for your sorrows too. 1382|And they are foolish words. What is truth till now 1382|She cannot be with any man beside me. 1382|The old man's daughter is of his own seed, 1382|And my childern? 1382|He was rich, a man of goodly sway 1382|In an age when men held all wealth to them. 1382|O, the light is thin, and the night is cold, 1382|I have no light beside me or beside you. 1382|The day is dead, and the new is born. 1382|'Tis for this love that you speak it, this love 1382|That makes me your lover, since it is for me. 1382|The old men have no light beside them ======================================== SAMPLE 12910 ======================================== May the winds their fury slake, 12286|While Nature yet her magic hour denies. 12286|Hail to the master, the poet, and seer, 12286|And hero, through whose life a brighter beam 12286|Smiles bright on us while it illumines all; 12286|The wise man himself who, fearless unknown, 12286|Hath found a new-born wisdom in the crowd, 12286|And dared his own dark thoughts to read in men. 12286|With him th' unknown world was well stored with lore 12286|Of things not understood, things left untold, 12286|Taught in their silence by the gods alone 12286|In ages before their being even: 12286|Or from the earliest days of Earth divine 12286|Through the wide Universe were learning too, 12286|By which he saw the dawning of the World. 12286|For not alone the Spirit which guides the Strand, 12286|And in whose dark control each deed is guided, 12286|And each subtle thought, and each inward sense, 12286|Was he erewhile incarnate; he was of Man, 12286|The youngest born of all the generations, 12286|And as he moved, the fairest still remained. 12286|The very very air was his, of him 12286|In motion, and in color, and in sound, 12286|And every living thing that moves on earth, 12286|From the white crescent to the crimson star, 12286|In form and stature, hue and feature proud, 12286|Sitted in him, and took no rest nor pleasure 12286|From his bright splendor, but still seemed to dance 12286|Among the shadows, or was wandering seen 12286|By wandering fancy through the starry throng 12286|On its bright wanderings. So, that life 12286|Might more of wisdom yield, and more of bliss, 12286|The more it mingled with the human kind.-- 12286|For all those arts which never yet have died, 12286|That memory lost, that fancy fainted not, 12286|That pain and pleasure, sorrow and delight, 12286|And all the various tincts of life and death, 12286|As yet but taught the Spirit and the brute, 12286|That he whose feet by rote were beaten down, 12286|Or whose long life on new aliments, missed 12286|The time and place and seasons of delight, 12286|Yet, in his spirit, kept the world at large 12286|And the new spirit, though unknown to himself, 12286|Shaming the old in wisdom, and in might, 12286|Or, as the Spirit who taught him speak the 12286|Wisdom, from his speech more secret brought. 12286|No idle dream could then have held his fame 12286|To give a name to that invincible, 12286|The Spirit, who without mortal aid, 12286|Woke up his ancestors in him to live, 12286|And all the living features of his race 12286|His eye on them all fix'd; but when so beguil'd 12286|By mere forgetfulness, like sleeping things 12286|That slumber from themselves, he knew not whence, 12286|Or who was to his memory given 12286|The sacred name, and who his memory prime 12286|That on his life-blood draws, whose is the end 12286|Of his immortal being,--to his shame 12286|Even the more ancient Spirit, who was nam'd 12286|Thy First, and thee the last, and thou the first-- 12286|He who for ever rules through all creation, 12286|And to himself a moment shows his might, 12286|Or on his brows with glory rules alone, 12286|So feeble-minded did Oenone refuse 12286|Her ancient race. Then too the very powers 12286|That moved her actions, as by chance she came, 12286|No power retain'd them from the crowd of years, 12286|And when men took occasion to employ her, 12286|Or sought her for their only cause of love, 12286|They found her gone. But when she felt alone, 12286|Forgetful of her former self, and not 12286|Consoled by any passion, still she knew 12286|Her place--her place was with those other queens, 12286|Whose places were ======================================== SAMPLE 12920 ======================================== 19096|I can breathe in that air; 19096|It will be life and motion: 19096|The sky hangs high. 19096|The world is full of music, 19096|The world is filled with light; 19096|I have loved it in heaven, 19096|Yet I love it here below; 19096|But I never can forget 19096|The night of long ago, 19096|O'er the hills where the wood-gods roam, 19096|And the moon hangs high. 19096|Oh, when my heart is glad, and my spirit rings clear, 19096|And my voice is full of song, 19096|'Twill say, by the holy angels in the sky, 19096|"What was this, then, your vision yesterday, 19096|That filled it with such joy and bliss, 19096|But it brought us no joy, or peace, or rest; 19096|"For there is yet a world to be, 19096|And men must rise and go to their place." 19096|How the sun shines all the year round, 19096|That's the question that's on my mind. 19096|For the earth is a wide, green pasture land, 19096|And the sky is blue all year round, 19096|But the grass is green for sheep that graze here, 19096|And the sky is blue for me. 19096|Oh, that blue sky! 19096|Oh, that blue sky! 19096|As I went gliding down the valley 19096|Among wild roses at play, 19096|And on their backs I bent my little head, 19096|I thought of a far-off, lonely isle, 19096|And the song of a sea-bird in its song. 19096|It's so green, it's so green, 19096|It's the glory of summer here, 19096|As through the green my eyes would often stray, 19096|And the blue of the sky and the blue of the sea 19096|That ever is there. 19096|Oh, it's all so green, it's all so green, 19096|Oh, it's the glory of summer here, 19096|As through the green my eyes would often stray, 19096|And the blue of the sky and the blue of the sea 19096|When ever it's there. 19096|From the hills of the hills we drifted far 19096|On the breezes of morning; 19096|As down the stream of the rivers we drifted, 19096|We sought the fountains, 19096|Heard the echoes of song run echoing through the tree, 19096|And the sweetbirds singing in the branches. 19096|Then we saw the wild flowers flow, and a wild rose hide, 19096|And the valley spread to the far hills, then all sky 19096|Clothed in its robes of purple. 19096|Then we crossed the brimming river, and stood there 19096|Where the sun of the day was burning; 19096|And while the rushing, bright torrent of light 19096|Clashed on the green hill-side, 19096|I thought of the home that loved us the most, 19096|And the eyes of the mother. 19096|But then, we felt the air grow cool; and we saw 19096|The wild flowers of the meadow 19096|Gather and fade, and be soon in the grave, 19096|While the red roses burst in bloom; 19096|And our bright thoughts came flitting far away, 19096|To the wild hills of the wooded, 19096|The hills of the flowers of song that we used to know, 19096|Where the wild birds and our fêtes have sing. 19096|I have been through the wild wood, 19096|I have been through the wild wood; 19096|I have been riding on the crest; 19096|Now home is come at last-- 19096|Home is come home, sweetheart, 19096|Though far from love and thee. 19096|Ah! well, though distant sails, ======================================== SAMPLE 12930 ======================================== 5186|As the maiden sang her song" 5186|Straightway fell to bitter weeping, 5186|Softly from the tongue arose, 5186|From the depths of his heart tumult; 5186|With his hands he grasped the heavens, 5186|With his flesh he tore the earth-poles, 5186|Tore and bruised the earth-bound giants, 5186|Broke the spears and shattered lids 5186|Of the kestrel, eagle, eagle, 5186|Fleet-winged falcon, star-bird, lark, 5186|Wainamoinen's wailing bride. 5186|Spake the ancient Wainamoinen: 5186|"Woe is me, my life hard-fated, 5186|Cannot plow this field of Pohya, 5186|This my ground of corn and kine, 5186|This my pasture home of flocks and herds." 5186|From a clump of ones hecho-fragile 5186|Loosened, in the juncture of stones, 5186|Gathered these Sad-like figures, 5186|To be burned in front of sacred fire, 5186|As the offering of a bride to heaven. 5186|In the ashes of the ones, 5186|With the ashes of the others, 5186|Did the ancient Wainamoinen 5186|Build his sacred smouldering fire-place; 5186|Placed the blocks of rock in order, 5186|One before another, crosswise, 5186|And instructed thus his people, 5186|Those at home, and wild-beasts roaming: 5186|Where the blocks of rock should be commended, 5186|How they should be securely rooted, 5186|How the fragments of the rock-frags 5186|Should be heated in the furnace 5186|Of his smithy with the iron; 5186|How the rock should be united, 5186|All should knit in union, ever, 5186|Never to sever without white-sparkling wreathing. 5186|Straightway sang the knowers of magic, 5186|Speaking magic words and listening, 5186|In the ears of Wainamoinen, 5186|Speaking this wise in blessing then accepting: 5186|"Sweet, O good, once more upon us 5186|Light the child upon our altar-fires; 5186|Place the maiden in the maiden's chamber, 5186|In the lone and lowly dwelling, 5186|Place her in the heart of Harmony, 5186|Limp and lame, but conscious ever, 5186|Ever to be by Him honored." 5186|Spake the minstrel Wainamoinen: 5186|"Now, the marriage-rites are ready, 5186|Rites and sacrifices commended, 5186|Lovers' loves, and goddesses', 5186|Evils of all the world respected, 5186|Praise, and offer duly paid to Louhi." 5186|From a clearing he gathered trinkets, 5186|Reached his heavy axe around them, 5186|Hastened to his snowy charger, 5186|Hastened by his Sampsa-mantle, 5186|On his charger sprang the Hiawatha, 5186|Threw the blue ring to the north-wind, 5186|Threw the black hat to the South-wind, 5186|To the west was thrown the birch-wood 5186|And the juniper to shade it, 5186|Eastward the pine was thrown behind it, 5186|Down were all the south-wind branches, 5186|Southward the lindens sway it, 5186|North-wind only, from the Misty Islands. 5186|Straightway now it came upon them, 5186|Rising from its deep-sunken caverns, 5186|In the east it shone upon them, 5186|Dark with wrath of burning furnace, 5186|In the west, with evil enchantments. 5186|Straightway horses with the Master 5186|Sank upon the border of it, 5186|Tore the fire-banks from the mountains, 5186|Bearing wreaths of ashes eastward, 5186|Hitching wagons on the prairies, 5186|To the rivers westward marching, 5186|To the rivers south ======================================== SAMPLE 12940 ======================================== 19221|To find the heart of nature in my own. 19221|Nature's voice alone I hear; 19221|The wind is by, and nature's voice alone I hear; 19221|Her voice that leads, the marsh-fire burns; 19221|Her voice that kindles briers yields; 19221|The broad sunny fields the sweetening shower give over; 19221|The lark, the thrush, the hunter's pipe, the bees' hum, 19221|All fold their wings, and all their ancient nests repair: 19221|The broad sunny fields again they fill with flowers, 19221|And Nature speaks in every clime. 19221|O come, sweet Love, and dally 19221|With daffodils on spray! 19221|Then dusking Vauxhern flowers are we; 19221|And lilac cheeks with laughing boyhood are. 19221|The summer's sunshine o'er the mountain streams 19221|Has drunk our laughing dews, and stilled our bay. 19221|Our early years with little care we pass 19221|As transient as the moving fires of morn; 19221|But when the wanderer looks back, the star will break, 19221|And then is life immortal for a while. 19221|I was the bridegroom, Love; 19221|And all the world beside 19221|Was pretty nonsense; 19221|Ladies and gentlemen, 19221|Beholding me, thought I was the fair one 19221|That used to live upon a plain: 19221|That is to say, 19221|They used to say, 19221|"When she grew up she did on't, did she"? 19221|But I was not the fair one 19221|That used to live upon a plain; 19221|My house was made 19221|Of rushes and the broken bough 19221|Above an honest window, where a mouse, 19221|Or little worm, had lazily licked 19221|Pleasure's fiery dew. 19221|For all believed 19221|I had been conjur'd 19221|With ready skill 19221|To suit their taste 19221|Just as a coachman at a ball, 19221|Dragg'd on from side to side. 19221|But this could not be, 19221|Because my window--inside out-- 19221|Was dirty with so honest a crime 19221|As theirs who conjure, 19221|And make a coachman, Love, by rail, 19221|From side to side. 19221|I do not mean to make them sigh 19221|Or make them look disgustingly on me, 19221|Whom they regard with half an awe, 19221|When out of doors, by day or night, 19221|I sit, and see the wools upon the shelves 19221|Lamb'd out for me, or spare a pang 19221|For those they left behind. 19221|To other homes, no less to mine, 19221|Were given, as well as thither led, 19221|A happy, happy lot: 19221|And as the children of my wife, 19221|And as myself, we seem to have had 19221|A little house in Heaven, although 19221|It was not blessed; and my heart aches 19221|To think what mischief hath befallen us 19221|From start to fin. 19221|It was not that our house was poor; 19221|It was not that our earnings low; 19221|We had no servant, none at all, 19221|To doff the helm and screamail; 19221|It was that we had to walk alone 19221|Through a poor country town! 19221|Our bellman once was we, 19221|And so we used to know, 19221|For at seven in the morning we'd scour 19221|The market-place as doth become 19221|The market-life of England. 19221|At night, we'd gather round the fire 19221|And hear the beggar children's cries 19221|So sad that we could almost believe 19221|That there was famine in the land, 19221|And many thousands dead or missing;-- 19221|But there was food enough to feed 19221|Those who could eat. 19221|And what a night! 19221|The moon in heaven ======================================== SAMPLE 12950 ======================================== 28591|And in the face of the sun 28591|I can behold the glory of thy smile; 28591|And at thy feet I know 28591|A brighter sky shall never waken; 28591|And thus, in sweet content, 28591|I wait until the day is dead. 28591|My destiny's a crown--mine all, 28591|Mine only possession; let it be 28591|A clear bright crown to set 28591|Upon my head. 28591|Oh, might I keep it bright 28591|All day! I would be free 28591|In the deep heart of me 28591|To work all day 28591|To keep it bright. 28591|Oh, may I look to it 28591|As I would look to all the rest-- 28591|I would, with pride of soul, 28591|Look up to it! 28591|I would be noble and mild 28591|Till that day--I do not know-- 28591|When every word is law, 28591|When justice rules; 28591|I would be noble and mild 28591|Till that day of bliss, 28591|The day of life, when Love is true, 28591|And Truth is great; 28591|I would be noble and mild 28591|Till that day, for then 28591|Should dawn each tear 28591|And every care and sin of self 28591|And every sin of others pardoned, 28591|Oh, may I strive 28591|To be noble and mild 28591|Till that day, of bliss, 28591|When Love is true! 28591|A little day, and then away. 28591|It comes to me that I must go, 28591|And I am fain to turn in scorn 28591|To that sweet day of old, 28591|And be indeed glad. 28591|The summer day and the morning too. 28591|I have not been so far astray 28591|That I can not see the light, 28591|The little day. 28591|I do not think it is to blame 28591|My being glad when so is she 28591|Who can so well with me abide 28591|No less than I; 28591|I see her face and only feel 28591|The small joy as of pure dawn, 28591|And can so joyously embrace 28591|My weary heart, 28591|She knows not why: I do not ask. 28591|I shall not ask the rose, or the lily, 28591|Or the red or the white poppy; 28591|I shall not ask the lily. 28591|I look to heaven where nothing has a chance of a change. 28591|I look at earth, but I see not that there be any change. 28591|I look at heaven, but I see not that there be any change. 28591|I have done sin. 28591|My conscience is a garden; it is filled 28591|With roses, and with lilies, and I know 28591|That the crown thereof must surely grow 28591|In perfect health or shrivel in some hour 28591|To wither at the foot. 28591|I have done sin. 28591|I have done sin--and I dare not say 28591|That there are roses in paradise still. 28591|I have done sin, and have nothing left 28591|More precious than my sins; I will do 28591|Myself an injustice. 28591|I go away. 28591|The night is dark; it grows darker yet. 28591|It will be dark yet--all hope is dead; 28591|It will be dark yet--I scarce can know 28591|Whether the road be wet or not. 28591|I go to be a pilgrim--by the cross-- 28591|But all I know is, when I come back, 28591|With a new cross at my feet. 28591|I know not what it means, or why 28591|These things so far away. 28591|I only know they are. 28591|They are a joy apart, and I know 28591|This must be its truth. 28591|I shall not come back. 28591|I have my sins confessed. 28591|I will not lie down. 28591|I have sinned, and must suffer for it ======================================== SAMPLE 12960 ======================================== 37861|And we shall not forget to weep; 37861|But here's to you, and your dear friend's fame, 37861|With heart, and hand, and all things right; 37861|And we hope that now the day's 37861|Remembered with a joy we have not known, 37861|Will grow with your own. 37861|And that when your death comes, and we see you not, 37861|And we watch the pale and trembling moonbeams cross 37861|Your grave's green, moss-grown floor,' 37861|There will be the silent prayer we've prayed to you, 37861|Which was, 'It is enough; he is gone'. 37861|When the moon is in the sky and the trees are brown 37861|And the earth is wet with the rain of the wind, 37861|When the flowers are sick and dying and the grass 37861|Brown with many sorrows of bitter frost, 37861|When birds are silent in the garden and boys 37861|Quiet in hall, there will be: 37861|When the sun is in the sky, and the birds are still, 37861|And earth is white with an azure wave, 37861|When the air is soft and low, and love's breath sweet 37861|Is all that is stirring in my soul; 37861|When life is all a dream, and hope, and all 37861|The warm glow things can dream and dream, 37861|And all that is good and all that is true 37861|Will only make a little song; 37861|When the moon is in the sky and the trees are still, 37861|And everything's dull and still in the street, 37861|In the place where you came home from school 37861|I will feel a touch, a look, a tear, 37861|And all my heart will melt with pain; 37861|But there'll be the quiet place where you were born, 37861|And all the other places too; 37861|And my tears will cease, and I'll dream that you smile 37861|O'er the world that I love so; 37861|And we'll forget the bitter touch or look, 37861|And we'll be happy and true yet, 37861|And forget the quiet place where you were born, 37861|And never forget you, only know 37861|That the world is very beautiful, 37861|And life's very joy is very dear, 37861|And nothing all is worth a tear, 37861|Nothing will ever _out_ your love, 37861|No, not this wretched world, I know; 37861|And the same blue sky above you, and the same 37861|Moss to hide your face and hair, 37861|And the same eyes to watch you from the bed 37861|When your sleep begins to ere dawn; 37861|And you'll lie, in the same dream, and my heart 37861|Will grow very happy to see you so, 37861|And wake in the night to the dawn, 37861|With your eyes full of tears, and an empty cup; 37861|And I'll sit and sing when I _can_, 37861|And my heart will break in twain at the name of you, 37861|And the words run over my mouth that say, 37861|O! my girl you are fair, and fair are you, 37861|And my love is very strong, and very strong, 37861|And oh! if death, or a dream brings you back, 37861|I shall never be glad again; 37861|And I'll never hear your voice in the street, 37861|Nor the sound of love's music in the night, 37861|From the place where you went to school; 37861|And I hope I never shall see your face 37861|As your eyes close shut in the light; 37861|And I'm never happy in the garden when you walk there, 37861|But in despair I'll come to you at the hour of night, 37861|And we'll lie down, and you'll come in the darkness, 37861|And I shall forget ======================================== SAMPLE 12970 ======================================== May he rise, like him, 1958|From darkness with light, to take vengeance: 1958|He too can raise the sword o'er battle, 1958|And conquer by his own heroic strength. 1958|Whence, then, this force, this courage? 1958|From the strong man's nature. 1958|What, my friend, doth it spring from? 1958|From the spirit's freedom. 1958|Can we, then, so strongly move 1958|With an iron cord to turn the wheel, 1958|And the fates to make the wheel turning 1958|Boldly on this side and boldly on that; 1958|And the fate to find them even in motion, 1958|And to turn the wheel to find the fates? 1958|And is the spirit thus soiled as not to turn 1958|With the fortune to bring both together? 1958|And whence this courage? 1958|From the man whom it doth imitate. 1958|And why? because he doth obey and love; 1958|The man whose outward being makes him all 1958|The spirit of courage then, indeed, 1958|All the power to act above himself. 1958|And who then in the body comes: 1958|How comes it so?" 1958|To him then spoke the aged man: 1958|"Since, then, with what freedom to obey 1958|Thou art, no wonder this courage springs 1958|From the spirit free-born; for of him 1958|We are all to ourselves, and to our self-life 1958|The body is fitter. Yet let me tell thee 1958|What thy spirit, which doth mould thy body, is; 1958|That it will ever be free to do well. 1958|Now thy body, with the soul combined, 1958|Moulds and creates with all its natures things; 1958|And thus thou mayest be what thou wilt be, 1958|Free as air,--what thou wilt of thine own self." 1958|And again: "As the soul doth mould, and change, 1958|And change still, so likewise is thy nature 1958|Gending toward freedom, as a flame-girt bird 1958|With wings that soon the sky is lifted up 1958|Towards the point of space where the sun is set, 1958|So thou mayest in freedom go thy way 1958|Over land or sea, over land or sea. 1958|Therefore let our life make free to thee, 1958|Free from those shackles which the others bear. 1958|All others are only fetters we feel, 1958|Only burthen to our being; but with thee 1958|Are loosening of each fetter; thou art free." 1958|And he said: "Life is the life of man, 1958|And that of God eternal; and that one 1958|Thou speakest speaks oft in another tongue." 1958|Answered thus the spirit of the peasant 1958|Into the presence of that witless man: 1958|"That truth which thou hast said, thou shalt receive, 1958|For I live, and am again thy spirit. 1958|No man thou hast, unless that man be God; 1958|Hath God a life eternal, or no man a life? 1958|All things are from Him; and, then, God lives too; 1958|But I live not; live I have died; live I must; 1958|Yet God, and all things live! live I am not, 1958|Nor I live not; God lives not, and thou art born, 1958|And thou livest here for ever. 1958|The eternal life was not of men; 1958|But of Him who was incarnate the Word; 1958|With human nature; and in human will 1958|Conceived; the eternal nature, and the will 1958|Of all these things hath created, and the mind. 1958|Now thou canst make as thou oughtest, but thy work 1958|No man can understand; and God, thou art able, 1958|As art the sun, or star, and all created works,-- 1958|Even He whose mind is all created work! 1958|The work of God is infinite; and He 1958|And all the works of God ======================================== SAMPLE 12980 ======================================== 15370|I'm a pretty lass, 15370|But I would give 15370|The world if I might sing 15370|Three song-books in a row! 15370|And I am sure there's many men 15370|Who have a mind to try, 15370|But my friends don't understand, 15370|For they are not made to read. 15370|And so my books are in the cellar, 15370|By the wall without, 15370|And I would give the world 15370|If I might sing 15370|Three song-books in a row. 15370|I love my book when I'm reading it, 15370|But oh, my heart, when I look at the pictures! 15370|All day long I listen to the news-boys, 15370|While other men are reading "The News." 15370|I read my book to the music of the organ, 15370|Where my friends can come and listen to it; 15370|And then that picture brings me back again 15370|To my mother's picture when I was a boy. 15370|Oh, I would give 15370|The world if I could sing 15370|Three song-books in a row. 15370|I know I've said that I'm childish, 15370|But in my day, 15370|I went to school in a man's shoes-- 15370|And they told their tales 15370|In blue dress. 15370|It's very hard, 15370|Now I exist, 15370|To get by with 15370|A life full of 15370|Chattels. 15370|But when I've lived in my little blue dress, 15370|With a little blue coat hanging on my arm, 15370|Why, life will be grand, 15370|With chatelainees 15370|And maids. 15370|When you came back from the Continent 15370|After four months' absence, and found 15370|My life already in order, and my heart 15370|At home, and love, and friendships, all 15370|In order, as they ordered, you should have found 15370|The world quite wonderful and fair; 15370|But I say it again: 15370|You are not like a child, you know, 15370|You have no childishness at all, 15370|The only thing you have that's good for you 15370|Is your blue coat hanging on your arm. 15370|And now I say you have lived 15370|A weary, wearisome, dreary life, 15370|Not living to your heart's content, 15370|But living dreary and dreary still; 15370|And you have been so much my guest 15370|That what you had been living for 15370|Is to myself instead become 15370|(I know the kind of woman for whom this is true) 15370|But a woman of my choosing. 15370|For, my dear, 15370|When you are away 15370|It is always good 15370|To go back to me. 15370|For when the moon 15370|(Or when the sun 15370|Is shining, and you take no care 15370|Of the weather, and have no work to do,-- 15370|And every one is happy till 15370|You are back): 15370|It is good to go back, 15370|But, when the world goes back, 15370|'Tis a pity you go back. 15370|You need not call in haste 15370|To say you are ill, 15370|You are so old, 15370|You're worn out, all right; 15370|But when you have grown 15370|So tired of being young, 15370|And weariness is worn away-- 15370|Then it is time to call 15370|In haste. 15370|And so with kindness send 15370|A friendly greeting home; 15370|It is a great thing when one does this, 15370|To be a friend to every one. 15370|I will do this, 15370|And so, my dear, 15370|You need not blush, 15370|For you are so young 15370|And wear out, all the time, 15370|A silly smile. 15370|And so, with kindness send-- ======================================== SAMPLE 12990 ======================================== 25340|And when I gaze to think what mighty names 25340|That once are near me, and my heart is sick, 25340|And think of those I leave behind me here,[lm] 25340|The names of those whose souls were more than mine, 25340|I would imagine that they are but the shadows, 25340|Of that unquiet, lonely, wandering one, 25340|Whose life is but the shadow of the hour, 25340|And whose journey is the sleep that follows. 25340|I know no other life but that of strife,[lr] 25340|And that which springs from busy, tumultuous life. 25340|O for the life of those who have forgot, 25340|Since all hath flown like a dream, to us, to us:[ls] 25340|A life of rapture never to be ended, 25340|Which might be like their rapture to the soul, 25340|Though now so short it seem'd half sad to me: 25340|An odorous breath of air, that never cloyes, 25340|But straight and nam'd in the bright forms of death, 25340|They, the incarnate saints of that celestial air. 25340|I could recall in verse the poet's woes 25340|Ere I may part with their unutter'd tears, 25340|And that young maid whom thou didst lay in earth 25340|With thy dark locks and tresses silvered fine 25340|(As the fair-bodied daughters of the King 25340|Did their light tresses in the streets go down), 25340|The pale-eyed youth;--who loved like his own God, 25340|And had such faith in him that he was glad 25340|To die;--or at least think it was a doom 25340|Which would not be too grievous, or be sadly kind; 25340|The poet could not see him but in dreams, 25340|Whose face there is not in a thousand pages, 25340|And whom no eye can recognize as he sees it. 25340|For me, that is the life, that is the time, 25340|That is their only tomb, and shall be my theme; 25340|I might have named some nobler, happier doom, 25340|But the sad world is the theme and I must write. 25340|Here are no beauties, such as blossom in the face; 25340|Here no charms, but truth, and purity, and truth. 25340|Yet still thou dost not deny the whole thing o'er, 25340|Or wish the life of all the poem undone, 25340|Or ask a remedy that would not seize 25340|The poet when he had the world to win,[ln] 25340|The singer when his sweet love's music came, 25340|Or when his soul was to its glorious height 25340|Telling the truths that cannot be told or sung: 25340|I am proud to own that I do not deny 25340|What here was meant when Love and Time were twain. 25340|I do not doubt the fates had part in heart 25340|When that fair thing did its due and fell; 25340|I know their hands were ever open held,[mf] 25340|And that no peril threatened that dear throne, 25340|That seat whose golden clouds in evening fell 25340|While Love, that mortal thou hast heard him name, 25340|Was always there to rally, and to lead, 25340|And all the beauty that life may afford 25340|His happy soul, and give his soul its rest. 25340|To-day, he seems to me, as in his day 25340|I oft have heard the story recounted, 25340|With few or none to tell it to my own, 25340|And with that smile on youthful eyes I see 25340|Thy soul was just as bright as his, and yet 25340|Too soon my spirit lapsed to bear the change, 25340|And I began to feel my youth decay; 25340|But as I sought to trace to any part 25340|The change in thee, what I found was simpler far 25340|Than what I had hoped,--the heart grew old; 25340|We know how swift, how deep the change is made, 25340|When grief and suffering, when dismay and when pain, 25340|Have o'er the mind, and over it folded o'er. ======================================== SAMPLE 13000 ======================================== 4010|Which bade her to the feast retire; 4010|And her black-cloaked sire replied, 4010|"Oh then, what cheer to you, my lad! 4010|I never more would welcome thee 4010|In my castle bower, where thou 4010|Hast e'er the chance and honour claim. 4010|When I to view thy father's bower. 4010|Had sought before, I hope I find 4010|A shelter for the stormy hour. 4010|'Tis in the power of Heaven to bring, 4010|That Heaven the maid's departure see, 4010|If, as thou wilt, we here may part." 4010|With this the lad, who in derision 4010|The dame of all the church could rue, 4010|T' embracements of the bell and choir 4010|Replied, with accents low and strained-- 4010|"Oh, mother! I, too, now repent 4010|The cause of tears I felt, last morn; 4010|I, too, for my absent father 4010|Can see the battle-field of war. 4010|He does not come, my mother, 4010|To mourn the slain of battle. 4010|"As far as thou canst say, my mother; 4010|A father's funeral is near; 4010|Nor need I, in my longing eyes, 4010|Behold his form, or meet his face. 4010|Oh, would to him who bears the torch, 4010|That his departing I might see, 4010|Nor leave my heart for ever broke 4010|By one sad event of sorrow!" 4010|The widow and the mother 4010|Then bade the dame farewell; 4010|And left the tower that overlooks 4010|The little village green. 4010|"The rain and rain," the widow saith, 4010|"And rain still heavier grows; 4010|Though, haply, day may bring again 4010|The prospect of our arms, 4010|Till, ere the sun may light his fires, 4010|And, after rain, the twilight cloud, 4010|We see the clouds their dark career, 4010|And twilight seem a day indeed, 4010|But day by day the darkness more, 4010|And night by night the rain more, 4010|Till all the little village green 4010|Shall be a sea of wet and cold, 4010|And, with the wind and rain, 4010|Thou wilt not see it more. 4010|"It is not, then, in the loss and pain, 4010|That breaks my sleep so soon. 4010|It is not, like the sunless blast, 4010|That wakes my household fire; 4010|But loss and suffering more keen, 4010|The sad, sad sufferings of my son; 4010|Though, if the day be not at noon, 4010|'Twill be mid-day mid the noon! 4010|To-morrow, mother, see you not 4010|The morn's white tent is spread, 4010|With rosy banners furled, 4010|Midst ivy, aspens, and limes; 4010|The little grey hour, 4010|Who came and went, 4010|Shaping the time to be, 4010|Ere she came in her gold hair? 4010|And round about her head 4010|The leaves that deck the night, 4010|In all her silver light, 4010|Are folded like a flower: 4010|And, hark!--the steed is come; 4010|'Twas but the cry of a flower." 4010|With all the heart she had 4010|The widow mourned her fate; 4010|With all her memory sad, 4010|Her face in mourning wore; 4010|But, when she rose to go, 4010|The tear-drop from her breast 4010|Fell on her bosom white. 4010|Yet, ere she vanished from view, 4010|Her husband's blood ran on 4010|The stream of sorrow'd woe. 4010|To Heaven she turned, and stood 4010|The prey of all her care. 4010|"Oh, God!" she ======================================== SAMPLE 13010 ======================================== 3295|As one who from his prison enters at last-- 3295|Who finds a welcome, free, and ample home, 3295|The place most certain, and the last, best ground 3295|Of rest from pain of life, and so is free, 3295|Free of the fetters of the flesh and sight; 3295|Hath learned to walk the ways of Nature, 3295|The woodland, or the streets that ring it 'round. 3295|Thus man's great master, to his pupil now 3295|Turns and entreats him to the banquet hall, 3295|Lordship and right he can no longer wrong. 3295|Himself he has absolves from every foe, 3295|Free from the bond of flesh by his own choice, 3295|And hath decreed his household to a world, 3295|Of his own making in its various needs. 3295|So man, not God, hath ruled the earth, the skies, 3295|The ocean, and the air, the trees, along 3295|The paths of nature and of time, and now 3295|On the great work-bench he is lifting up 3295|His eyes to light the flame that burns within. 3295|And through the wide globe's expanse he reigns, 3295|The sky, the sea, the continents, and earth, 3295|And sees with wondrous love the mighty plan 3295|Of all creation in a moment's span; 3295|Then as of old the Roman conquerors came, 3295|With their proud swords and stedfast hands and shields, 3295|Through the long-trundling gates of war to fight 3295|The people and repel the tyrant king, 3295|To man's old law and law of God they came, 3295|With holy vows and all true heart and hand. 3295|Yet to their master's eyes a mist arose, 3295|As from a hidden and unseen world afar 3295|The long, dark clouds of battle swept athwart, 3295|And smote and scattered the poor innocent 3295|In that great hour of peace before the fall, 3295|When through the open windows of this land 3295|The last great trumpet's sound awakes the morn. 3295|The Emperor's face is sad, and he bows his head, 3295|With all that Roman heart of old, and so 3295|Hath God decreed the empire fall, the world 3295|Hath bowed beneath the sceptre of the knave,-- 3295|King's despot and slave to tyrant's will 3295|And lord of the world and slave to king. 3295|Yet must He know, whose hand first raised the wall 3295|That held the world and lord of kings afar, 3295|A people's voice may crush the tyrant's heel, 3295|In time this day, if not in this day; 3295|A people's voice may tear away his chain, 3295|Lead back the captive to his land of light. 3295|Yea, to the world he seems to stand alone, 3295|The world of centuries and of ages gone, 3295|The world of all that moved before his day, 3295|And every voice that ever heard shall tell 3295|Of that mighty day, as one might say, 3295|"In the first great hour of love and truth, 3295|With the first strong shout of liberty,-- 3295|Earth never heard the sound of bondage, 3295|God shook down His thunder on the world, 3295|And earth heard the glad shout of the free." 3295|Therefore the Roman hearts of old believe, 3295|That to the last day's sunset-seen as one, 3295|When all is finished, with its storm and pain, 3295|And all is heard, and all is sung again, 3295|And all the world stands in the light and shade, 3295|That a more glorious day shall rise and pass, 3295|As at the first, in the first great hour. 3295|O my dear brother, as we walk to-night, 3295|Toward the light of day and of success, 3295|Let us remember, with a thrill of pride, 3295|That the hour of judgment is at hand. 3295|How they walk and talk and laugh and are gay, 3295|And what is life? what its meaning ======================================== SAMPLE 13020 ======================================== 30357|In some little spot the sweetest spots we find; 30357|By this is a favorite spot; but the sun is so high 30357|And the winds are so warm,--this is not the spot for me. 30357|But I've an elbow-chair close by; please let me take it there. 30357|'Tis made of a red-stained log, but it has got a cherry bloom 30357|In the log; I'll take it by the handle; it's ours for the taking; 30357|And it is warm inside, with a handle to be held by the nigh. 30357|Here's a wit for the coming, and here's a wood for the taking, 30357|When on their way hither they meet each other, 30357|The brightest spots we find, and the sweetest spots we keep. 30357|The birds come out to breakfast, and they sing 30357|At breakfast they sing; 30357|They sing with all their might; 30357|The flowers in the orchard, the lark in the sky, 30357|All join in a choir of praise; 30357|The dew in the morn, the morning sweet, the kine 30357|At Peter's gate they love to visit; 30357|The dog has gone to call to dinner, 30357|The cat has gone to tea; 30357|All come to see the lovely sight, 30357|The birds come out to breakfast! 30357|What ails your little eyes, my pretty child? 30357|You are full of wonderment, I'm afraid. 30357|But let me try the glass, my child; 30357|What! open wide your eyes! 30357|Your pretty lips must be of rose color, 30357|I'll give you a kiss from your little hand. 30357|There you are, dear little child, 30357|My pretty, tiny rose, 30357|There you are, dear little child, 30357|'Tis true--the nest of a robin is seen: 30357|But the nest is not hidden, 30357|As little children are, you know, 30357|And could see the eggs, they're very near, 30357|And could see the nests they seldom use: 30357|And the little birds that are nesting will make 30357|A noise enough to be heard even by you. 30357|My little daughter, here is the Bible: 30357|There is much in it, my child, you'll like: 30357|You'll see your Father's angels, 30357|Whose wings are golden chains; 30357|They will carry the Holy Spirit away, 30357|They will sing His praise so loud, 30357|To the little ones, so high and clear, 30357|And you must know that angels dwell 30357|In the sky above, and cry, 30357|"Arise, Blessed and Father-loving!" 30357|There are also the three sweet birds, 30357|Which sing one after the other: 30357|There's the lark, that sings for joy, 30357|And the little gulls that carp, 30357|And the white quails, that run 30357|In the sunshine round the stile, 30357|And the linnets, that in the lane 30357|Walk so proudly up the hill, 30357|And the wild swans that float 30357|On the summer air, and fly 30357|To the very top of the hill; 30357|And a thousand other things 30357|That the Bible tells you, 30357|Of the joys of heaven, the sea, and the trees, 30357|And many other creatures too, 30357|That the Bible tells you. 30357|And it does not matter for what 30357|The reason is, 30357|The birds do sing, 30357|Nor for what their wings do swivel, 30357|Nor their golden chains, 30357|Unless the truth is taught by sin, 30357|And the Holy Scriptures lie. 30357|The Father has said all that he knows, 30357|And you must make no more assumptions; 30357|I know that when at length the night 30357|Shall come again, 30357|There will be stars to shine on earth, 30357|And life on the Ocean wave. 30357|And then to-night the great Archimede 30 ======================================== SAMPLE 13030 ======================================== 1304|'Neath the green is spread such bowers 1304|As we never did find! 1304|'Tis this makes the Spring tarry, 1304|With hope all her bosom sicken, 1304|Thinks she will never see 1304|Spring again to re-inspire 1304|All nature anew, and bring 1304|A fourth bright year comene. 1304|WITHIN a lonely land 1304|A maiden went, 1304|To see for her the sun, 1304|And the soft moonlight, 1304|And hear the far off bell 1304|Toll aloud. 1304|On the wings of Night 1304|A maiden came: 1304|The moon shone over all, 1304|And over her the stars 1304|Were burning bright. 1304|Was she weary riding? 1304|Or was she in pain? 1304|She gazed about her, 1304|Then into her breast 1304|Her breast and its rest 1304|Her spirit went. 1304|It found soft rest 1304|In that deep breast, and grew 1304|To be a holy thing 1304|Where holy things might rest, 1304|A shrine of rest. 1304|I WILL light my lamp before thee, 1304|Bend lowly before me, 1304|Lest the bright flame should leave me 1304|And go out in the night. 1304|I will mount my steed before thee, 1304|Lest my rider miscarry, 1304|Lest the bright flame should wander 1304|And escape in the night. 1304|I will sing before thee, 1304|Lest my words should perish, 1304|And thou should'st lose my pity 1304|And leave not a single word. 1304|I will tell before thee 1304|All the pains of my heart, 1304|The words which I send to thee, 1304|To ease thee in silence. 1304|Let the light to-night depart, 1304|Tear the grey leaves from the branch, 1304|Let the grass redden in wrath 1304|Like an angry God. 1304|I WILL follow the night forever. 1304|I will sing before the sun 1304|The song of the old-time birds. 1304|I will climb the sky above me, 1304|I will hover a sinner, 1304|I will sit by my mother, 1304|I will listen to my sire. 1304|O, if thy heart can never 1304|Forget the loving eyes, 1304|What will it remember 1304|The smile of my mother, 1304|The quiet laugh of my sire? 1304|THE morning stars looked into mine eyes, 1304|And all my soul outrolled for thee. 1304|But the first night was dark, and the last, 1304|And the last wave of the night swept on 1304|From the dark clouds the last wave rolled up 1304|To a flame 1304|From heaven's altar 1304|And lit against the starlit skies 1304|The mountain of the world. 1304|All the stars that twinkle from night to night 1304|Are no more bright for me with night, 1304|And the soul that shines up for me and thee 1304|Is but the glow 1304|Of thy heart 1304|In a silent fire of glory. 1304|The flower that I planted with my kiss 1304|Was but a soul among souls. 1304|I, too, was a soul in a moment, 1304|And a soul will return to thee. 1304|I WAS once a wild flower 1304|That in June time grew, 1304|And when the June sun descended 1304|He scattered it everywhere 1304|With flowers like withered withes 1304|In spite of dew and dew; 1304|He left me then alone 1304|Among the wild flowers; 1304|But now I'm a white bird 1304|That flirts and shakes in the sun, 1304|And dances and yawls in the wind; 1304|With tufts of still hair 1304|That, shining through the trees 1304|Like withered ivy leaves, 1304|Over the gardens flow; 130 ======================================== SAMPLE 13040 ======================================== 41945|I have heard you in the old times, 41945|And still shall hear me. 41945|And you--you were our hope, 41945|When God's was found to say, 41945|We'll hold you for our pride 41945|And guard you through the years. 41945|We kept you from our pride; 41945|So, if you can, 41945|We'll have you for our sake. 41945|And we will keep you still, 41945|When you are gone. 41945|Your name we'll not remember, 41945|Our fame we'll not forget; 41945|For none whose name is written 41945|Can ever forget 41945|That day. 41945|It was the morning of a Sunday, and the chapel was busy; 41945|The children of the parish all were gathered in worship, 41945|All were waiting for the bell to ring the morning service, 41945|But one, the youngest was alone, it seems, and she shook 41945|At the fearful sound of the church-bell tolling--an echo 41945|From her room of ivy and of holly-bush. 41945|Her gown,--her white gown, hanging there so gaudily. 41945|A gaudy garb she wore, but underneath were tears of gristle. 41945|She said to the bell-boy as he tried to cheer her up, 41945|I mustn't cry, for my soul's in trouble; 41945|I mustn't wear the green,--it is so fearful to wear. 41945|To make it plain that she would have the little children play, 41945|But they cried and laughed in the merry way of girls who have a 41945|"Mother dear! I can't sing, dear, for that bell 41945|Is crying in my soul--can it die?" 41945|"Mother dear! I wonder mother dear! 41945|Does the old bell in the window die?" 41945|The little men came and brought their baskets of fruit and flowers, 41945|The boys and girls of the parish ran all together, 41945|And the choir boy played a little, and the trumpeter's voice was 41945|A solemn, sweet tune, and the children loved the song. 41945|Now, of all the songs she used to sing, this was by far the 41945|most beloved. 41945|It seemed to be a simple thing to do,--to sing the hymns that 41945|were dear to them. 41945|But the simple hymns had been sung and said awhile ago, 41945|And the children knew not what was going on,--would the bells 41945|say now more plain? 41945|They had brought so many flowers, and wreaths, and raiment for wear, 41945|That the bells had said with one note, "We will give them back again." 41945|Oh, that voice, with its strange song and its wonderful music, 41945|All the folk should hear it, and all the folk should see. 41945|She had sung so often that "every woman and child 41945|Should feel that she could sing as loud as she liked and as beautifully." 41945|Then the bells were all listening, and they heard no more, 41945|Till they heard, last night, the little singing lady singing. 41945|Then a great light flashed in the eyes of the child in the basket, 41945|And they raised their voices and sang round the child. 41945|It was joyous and loud in the church, and the bells were all 41945|I had a little friend, an angel child, 41945|And I loved him with a love as great 41945|As any child should feel. 41945|One day he came to me with his little face 41945|In a little way to frown, 41945|And I heard, by the world's ways, 41945|The heart-ache that was in his voice. 41945|And I bowed my head, and kissed his dear head, 41945|And he thought that his face was fair, 41945|And that his eyes were blue, and bright. 41945|We had a very long talk--and we prayed, 41945|And we watched the sun rise. 41945|We dreamed that in it shone an angel fair, 41945|And we hoped through it we would see. 41945|And we felt ======================================== SAMPLE 13050 ======================================== 1365|The man in a black mantle, 1365|The man who was dead, 1365|And the man who was living 1365|They all knew him, the singer, 1365|Saw him a moment, 1365|But could not say a word. 1365|"But the dead man who is living 1365|Will answer you," 1365|And, standing by him, he stood, 1365|And spake to him, 1365|"Say, from what land of the world 1365|Was this goodsport of thine?" 1365|He laughed and told his name; 1365|The man looked up, 1365|And his eyes were full of light, 1365|And he answered, "Gloriana! 1365|"In my land of the fair suns 1365|I was ship'smarter bred; 1365|I had not the heart to sail 1365|But I worked hard for my bread, 1365|And was never a slave. 1365|"And I work hard for my bread; 1365|Now I pray thee, O Prince! 1365|Hide me from thy sight! 1365|My eyes shall see the beauty 1365|Of my garments, once more, 1365|When I lead thee to a new land 1365|Of the moon and stars." 1365|He stopped; the other answered 1365|"Thou prayest well, my friend; 1365|God give thee a joy that can never 1365|Sink down into the dust!" 1365|The man went back to Thebes! 1365|And the song the bard continued: 1365|And the song went higher and higher 1365|Till at the top it rang,-- 1365|And a golden eagle soared from the sky, 1365|And sat with the sun, 1365|And all the others swan-white, 1365|And called upon the name of the god Apollo, 1365|And made the man a dove,-- 1365|And the song swam on and on, 1365|Till it ended in a quire, 1365|And rose with the rime of evening 1365|Upon the mountains green. 1365|He laid him down on a hill, 1365|And anon his soul did rise, 1365|And he sang a psalm as he lay, 1365|And he said, e'en unto the birds, 1365|"As a gift to my songs I bring 1365|Prophecy, spoken slowly and deep, 1365|That all things shall be well." 1365|And I heard him speak, and methought he saith, 1365|"As a gift the fowls of heaven shall bear." 1365|With a great voice, and marvelled 1365|For what the bard had wrought. 1365|For unto the birds, O great and wise Bird! 1365|Thus prophecy went on! 1365|Then unto the heart of the singer 1365|And said he, "Thus, of prophecy I bring 1365|What time the winds shall pass 1365|O'er the deeps of silence, and whisper still 1365|To the tall pines,--the great and quiet trees, 1365|And the soft, starry ferns: 1365|"That the great Sun of heaven shall take leave, 1365|And flee northward, when all things are well; 1365|And the great stars shall hide him there in the west, 1365|And vanish in the clouds." 1365|With a great voice, and answered him the Elfin, 1365|"I bring not gifts, but signs, 1365|That the world may be well!" 1365|And the Bird of the wild whistling 1365|Said with a great voice, and answered him the Elfin, 1365|"As a gift of wisdom and lore 1365|Fowls of the sky shall hide thee forevermore! 1365|Yea! forevermore!" 1365|The Elfin bowed him at midnight, 1365|And the pines at morning sung,-- 1365|"As I bade them at my bidding, 1365|Foolish Bird! the birds departed 1365|Afar from heaven! 1365|Surely they were but flowers, and now 1365|Like them have gone; 1365|They have ======================================== SAMPLE 13060 ======================================== 24405|All my thoughts of the distant past 24405|Come back to me. 24405|I am not quite alone 24405|Though I cannot see 24405|The pale moon shining in the wood 24405|A grey-green mist on the spray. 24405|I am not quite alone; 24405|I hear and hear again 24405|The wind moaning in the grass 24405|And singing a strange song-string. 24405|I stand and feel again 24405|Where the long grass swings, 24405|And the tree-tops like great maws 24405|Punch through the light. 24405|All the world is here again; 24405|The dead in a hundred lands, 24405|Their hands in the air, 24405|The great sea, the yellow land, 24405|The pale snow, the white snow blowing. 24405|The hills are strong with man's life, 24405|I hear again 24405|The thunder of the rain, the cry 24405|Of a frightened drowned town. 24405|I see the red fire crack and leap 24405|With a great red flare-stick 24405|Up through the trees, up through the trees; 24405|I hear again 24405|The sea moaning and singing in the trees, 24405|The sea moaning, singing, singing; 24405|The dead men are breathing far about 24405|Through all the sky. 24405|Here in the light of stars 24405|Where the red smoke flicks and glints 24405|Above the burning town. 24405|Here on the edge of the night, 24405|And high out in the heaven, 24405|And low in the starlight, where 24405|The vast grey waves are wide 24405|As skies of the moon that rise 24405|For a moment at a time. 24405|And there on the breast of the sea 24405|I watch the waves go by, 24405|And wonder, and wonder what 24405|They care for the dead men's heads 24405|Like white-washed churches. 24405|And out of the darkness 24405|Of the sea-cliffs green, 24405|And the grey high clouds 24405|Waving overhead, 24405|And the wild white waves 24405|Drowned in the moonlight's glow, 24405|I hear again 24405|The mad winds crying 24405|Over the wreck 24405|Of long-buried ships, 24405|And black ships of the time 24405|That were lost in the past 24405|And perished in the past 24405|For the winds that sang and cried 24405|And the stars that glowed and burned 24405|Where the white water ran. 24405|_"O mister, sir," she said; and she looked at him, 24405|"Come quickly, lest the school-room should be empty."_ 24405|_"_What can they mean by that black curtain?_" 24405|_He listened, and he opened his eyes. He had heard 24405|The whispers of the whispering house, and he heard 24405|The voices of the old. He opened his eyes. 24405|He saw the high moon over the lily-beds, 24405|And the wide-eyed moonlight on the tarry leas. 24405|He saw the tall green fir-tree by the hedge, 24405|And the old, black-boughed and white-breasted deer, 24405|And his own house in the village green. 24405|There was a sound of laughing and of play, 24405|And he heard the far-off sound of a distant drum 24405|Rolled down the silent street into his ears. 24405|He rose and walked across the empty walk, 24405|And in the light he saw his painted walls, 24405|Where he had seen a picture many a day 24405|And heard his antique clock strike. The old clock 24405|Whispered to him in the dusk--"Pasquarella, 24405|If this be so, in the next garden-bed 24405|You'll have a share with all the other boys." 24405|He walked across the painted garden-bed, 24405|He turned the grave and saw a young man there 24405|Whose face was all a man's and so he took him. ======================================== SAMPLE 13070 ======================================== 15370|In the summer, all on a spree, 15370|They danced 'em in a circle, 15370|For a laugh, and then they stopped 15370|To have a little tea-party; 15370|While each dance brought a tear 15370|From the eyes that looked it o'er. 15370|At first they danced up, 15370|And danced down, and danced down, 15370|In a circle, with a circle, 15370|All the while they talked amo'! 15370|But then they made up their minds 15370|That the fairest of all places-- 15370|As a pet-name for London,-- 15370|Is to marry a Londoner, 15370|In that circle of London; 15370|So the dance began again-- 15370|But they stopped, to smile, to cheer,-- 15370|To smile at our jokes, and quaver, 15370|To quaff, and to quaff, and to quaff, 15370|Till the merry Londoner 15370|Danced off in search of him, 15370|And found the dance no joke! 15370|In a circle, with a circle, 15370|All the while they talked amo'! 15370|How we laugh, and how we quiver 15370|When we see you laugh, in our glass! 15370|And how we cry, and how we sobb, 15370|When the Londoners weep, and smile, in glass! 15370|How we cry, and how we sobb, 15370|When the Londoners weep, and smile, in glass! 15370|There were three lovers in our town, 15370|And each said to the other, "You see 15370|He's not as tall as he is in his gown!" 15370|And they all went and wed just as the sun 15370|Was setting on some lonely hill! 15370|And we hear them saying, as they marry'd, 15370|That they were only three or four, 15370|And that they've been plenty married a year, 15370|But never so married twice! 15370|I can scarcely believe it, yet think 15370|It must be so, since I know what's true, 15370|But all the world's a-cold since three men wed! 15370|I know, since three ladies married just in 15370|One summer's noon-- 15370|As I think--before I was born. 15370|A lady, I believe, once said, 15370|"The sun is not there! 15370|The air is not cold-- 15370|The green leaf is not green-- 15370|I do believe the sun is not there!" 15370|And every man replied, "Nay, nay, 15370|Then lady, pray, 15370|Why in the earth should you be born?" 15370|And every maid replied, "Nay, nay, 15370|Then lady, pray 15370|Why in the wood should you be wed?" 15370|A lady once said, "The sea 15370|Is not loud 15370|When storms arise-- 15370|The waves are so rude-- 15370|You can hear, in the street, the sea!" 15370|"I heard the waves roar-- 15370|I heard the waters roar-- 15370|I was born!" 15370|"O lady, lady, O gentle lady!" 15370|"The tides rise and the winds fail, 15370|And the trees are all in the mud, 15370|And the ships are drifting to shore!" 15370|I was born and I have loved 15370|A little moment, a little while; 15370|I have loved a little while 15370|And the stars, for an hour, I have seen, 15370|I feel, like little voices, still; 15370|O little hours! 15370|I have loved a little while, 15370|I have loved to a bit and then forgot-- 15370|Then, little hours, I've gone 15370|And loved again. 15370|I know a little child, 15370|No more he knows what his dress is about, 15370|His dreams, and his thoughts, and all that; 15370|O, is his life much like ours, 15370|Who, having but some first-year chances, ======================================== SAMPLE 13080 ======================================== 1279|And I can't forget, tho', 1279|His voice's--oh it was a voice! 1279|And my heart has chanced upon, 1279|I have not met a woman 1279|With a happier, cheerless mind! 1279|Now I'm a-drifting, 1279|Full of wonder, full of grief; 1279|I can never be thinking 1279|Of the day when we met agen; 1279|But oft, before the night-fall, 1279|The thought steals softly o'er my heart! 1279|'Had I but ne'er been born, 1279|Had I but ne'er been here, 1279|I must hae felt the truth 1279|When I gazed upon thy face! 1279|Had I but ne'er been thine, 1279|It were better far, I think, 1279|I should hae been some other, 1279|But now I am thy dearest part. 1279|'Had I but ne'er been thine, 1279|Thou hast been a master half; 1279|Thou hast made me all thy care, 1279|And life and death are thine to spare: 1279|My hours from thee are few; 1279|And while thou dost thy service give, 1279|I'm thy every wish and need. 1279|'Did I but ne'er be thine, 1279|Thou should'st have made me thine, 1279|I might have bloom'd like other women, 1279|Sitting in thy couples shop. 1279|But now that I am thine, 1279|I shall be able to fulfil 1279|What thou didst not imagine, 1279|And while thou dost my being give, 1279|I'm thy every wish and need. 1279|'Wilt thou send me to see my mother? 1279|I cannot think it will be long, 1279|For I have so much to say, 1279|I can scarce, while I'm here, go mad.' 1279|'My child, my child, thou thought'st me not ill? 1279|I made thee up; there's no denying, 1279|Thou wert ill-natured before. 1279|Thou didst not think'st right, that I should be 1279|Aske wroth; but there thou art right! 1279|Now I am sick at heart, for I must needs, 1279|On t'other side with thee, to wend.' 1279|'Oh, what a dear cousin art thou, 1279|That thou should'st speak so vilely of me! 1279|Thou'rt young as I am, and come of kin, 1279|But thou art come of noble blood; 1279|I, like the commonest of clay, 1279|Am, like the lead, of whom thou art. 1279|Thy blood is made up of a thousand veins, 1279|And veins of noble blood are thine. 1279|But I have a noble mother, 1279|Full of the noble blood is she; 1279|The fairest of her sex, and the best wife, 1279|That e'er went under the sun; 1279|For she is all that I prize in aught, 1279|And she all that I badly can. 1279|'Now, since thou'rt of a noble blood, 1279|I will not have thee breed; 1279|But rather turn thee in a bow'r 1279|All through the vulgar brood, 1279|From morn till eventide. 1279|Therefore, if thou would'st see my face, 1279|Take care thou do not move. 1279|For none but she can answer me, 1279|Or guess what I reply; 1279|For I do think that she would much disarrange 1279|If I should ever reply to thee. 1279|'My daughter, I will tell thee 1279|What I have been, and do remain-- 1279|The father of my offspring; 1279|And the mother, whose offspring 1279|I have prophan'd and divided. 1279|The child I have prophan'd here, 1279|And here her offspring hath prophan'd, 1279|And he the better side ======================================== SAMPLE 13090 ======================================== 24869|For him the lord of men bewail’d. 24869|So when the king in words like these 24869|Was still with grief oppressed he spake: 24869|“The day of doom is come, O Monarch, 24869|And all the saints with one accord 24869|Shout forth the death-pangs which prevail. 24869|In sorrow I remember: these 24869|Are sad-eyed saints that hear me speak, 24869|Who watch each mourner’s life-blood draw 24869|Diseasous woes, where death and hell appear.” 24869|At the sad-eyed saints’ sad cry he died, 24869|And sank like water beneath the blast. 24869|Soon as he lay stricken to the ground, 24869|The mournful saints, o’ercome by pain, 24869|With one accord their troubles gave, 24869|And sorrowed for the King without a tongue. 24869|But Hanumán, in noble mind, 24869|Went forth and, in the words his sire, 24869|Had given his sire and his to guide 24869|The prince who came from banishment. 24869|And as an anxious soul is wont 24869|To seek for wisdom when it dies; 24869|The royal sire at length would speak, 24869|The prince to meet him, his beloved. 24869|“O come,” the lord of men cried, “if 24869|Thou hast the glory to have gained 24869|This precious treasure as an owner 24869|Of all it holds, and with it brought, 24869|Come, come, and let us meet to-day.” 24869|Canto LXX. The Chariot Of Wisdom. 24869|Then the wise man, on his feet o’erthrown, 24869|Seeking a foot, by every sense 24869|Lulled, and with his utmost faculties 24869|Blind to the fixt alarm and pain, 24869|His senses thus with Sítá, Ráma, 24869|Delighting in the story told, 24869|While from his seat on high, rejoiced 24869|To see the hero’s rapid pace, 24869|With Sítá neath his eyes again 24869|Awaits him, and with her he greets. 24869|While one like lightning came and gone 24869|Outstripped and from him Ráma flew, 24869|And Sítá, as the wind ascends 24869|The cloud that flings it off with might. 24869|As when a man is charioteer 24869|Who meets some mighty torrent rained 24869|Upon him from the river’s height, 24869|Bearing his load upon his back, 24869|Toiling to climb the mountain’s brow: 24869|So on the flood his way he bent 24869|With Sítá at each steady aid. 24869|He felt the water beneath his feet: 24869|He turned him to the river’s side. 24869|Then at a bound, a mighty wave 24869|Tossed by the wind’s tremendous force 24869|Whose speed in water was so scant 24869|His body, Ráma in the sea 24869|The mighty torrent washed, and passed 24869|With Sítá by his side, and drowned. 24869|Then Ráma in his spirit chose 24869|The road that best his strength would plenish: 24869|And by his sire’s behest urged 24869|That Sítá in the river stayed. 24869|But, Rávaṇ, in his evil breast 24869|Presently he weighed this thought: 24869|To Ráma, with the thought possessed, 24869|His way was not prepared: 24869|So Ráma to the river’s side 24869|Turned; and Sítá by his side 24869|A while he followed. Then the air 24869|Was filled with darkness. Then his feet 24869|Were fain, unable to ascend. 24869|Then Sítá to his senses came. 24869|She turned to Ráma, as was fit 24869|The rule of woman, loving friend ======================================== SAMPLE 13100 ======================================== May be, 35553|And never, as a matter of course, 35553|Should I again attempt to say 35553|What may or may not have occurred, 35553|Which is quite at variance to 35553|The present circumstance." 35553|"Now," said the man, "by what courtesy 35553|I now am taught by heaven, 35553|I'll silence you; but do not mind, 35553|You're certainly a pest." 35553|"I've no right to talk so, sir"-- 35553|Said the man, not daring more to go, 35553|But just made up a cruel joke, 35553|(As the gentleman remarked), 35553|For the man had often said, 35553|In the past few years, that he had heard 35553|Many a thing and little worth 35553|Which is fairly unheard of now, 35553|And he deemed these things a very great thing. 35553|But if you do refuse to leave 35553|The old house, I wish you the best 35553|Of all possible places." 35553|"A word must be said, I know," 35553|Said the poor man, "you will find it hard. 35553|But what is the use of talking now? 35553|Now is the time when I should wish you gone, 35553|Or I fear that the little to-morrow 35553|You'll be asking me, in all their glee, 35553|Will never be uttered by an Englishman. 35553|Besides, if 'tis nothing beside 35553|We have come to these walls of ours, 35553|All so full of trouble, I can't see 35553|Why we should ever so much trouble leave. 35553|Now, we all are coming home again, 35553|So, there 's no other way but this: 35553|When we have gone home through these doors, 35553|The day will be quite as the same. 35553|It is not now, it is not then, 35553|That I must go, and you must go; 35553|But we both must agree to wait. 35553|And I swear, before we part, 35553|On all matters, as I said, 35553|You must take care not at all, 35553|As I said, not then leave me, 35553|And I never will speak with you. 35553|So I will take my leave." 35553|And at half-past twelve, 35553|He came, as a man might hope, 35553|Back with his wife, 35553|And with the other clerk. 35553|So the poor man 35553|Was out of step, in life's measure, 35553|With the course of his own fate. 35553|Now he knew quite well 35553|That, if he were not dead 35553|Before the day, 35553|And had some one made him see 35553|What he had seen, 35553|Not alone 35553|He would be left for a time 35553|With the wretch 35553|Who had treated him so cruelly. 35553|So he turned to pray, 35553|As he knew he should do, 35553|"Please God, that I 35553|May, when I am better, find 35553|Someone to do 35553|The good the old man had of old, 35553|And who will not leave me so! 35553|I do not wish to part 35553|With that old house, in life's measure, 35553|But I fear that, when I am better, 35553|They will still have me so. 35553|May God who had made them then 35553|So loving, and so kind, 35553|For so many, alas! 35553|Make them not weep 35553|When I go hence 35553|And am come to my final state, 35553|As I feared when I was younger." 35553|So the door was shut, so the window flung back, 35553|As he to his wife bent low to his heart, 35553|Who heard him, and saw no longer his face: 35553|But she thought he was dreaming for a space: 35553|He thought she should be there, too, and that no one 35553|Would hear him say "It is my brother John." 35553|But ======================================== SAMPLE 13110 ======================================== 3160|"Now from yon height, and from the shore of the deep, 3160|The mighty Eblis leaps; for he can bring 3160|No land to float beneath his billows green." 3160|The king, with thanks, the vessel hastens to bring; 3160|He leads the way, nor waits till the pilot flew. 3160|And now, through heaven-born gates, they land on ground. 3160|On either side are scenes of living flame: 3160|Where the fair temples of the God of Day 3160|Their sparkling spires embrace, or grace the height: 3160|The blazing roofs and the divine empois'd 3160|The God of war attends, that the air hews 3160|To narrow compass, and the hollow deeps 3160|Fierce-hammer'd from the skies, his ample form 3160|The godlike manly form exults to share; 3160|Nor more the king but watches and adores; 3160|With wondrous power he grasps the lofty beam, 3160|And with superior roar of joy inspires. 3160|As o'er the waves his waves the seaman bears, 3160|Till on their utmost farthest bounds he ends; 3160|Thus, from our eyes the dazzling light he throws, 3160|And now, in this fair city of your lands, 3160|The sacred name of Ilion is reveal'd. 3160|Then first I hail'd thee, then first from the shore 3160|The sacred name of Troy, I hail'd thee King; 3160|Now you, O mighty Sovereign, by my song 3160|Shall ring in every grove round about. 3160|"Oh for the sire Ulysses' memory, 3160|The father's honour, and the son's! for these, 3160|And all that loved him, when our bravest fled! 3160|Now when Ulysses' lofty spirit glows, 3160|When Jove is pleased, and all the gods in prayer 3160|Hail him a king!" Here sinking in his pain 3160|His strength, he weeps and sobs. To whom the king; 3160|"Oh no! the voice of fame is on my side, 3160|The voice of man, and all those daring deeds, 3160|My sire's and yours. But hear, my son! for thou, 3160|How great thou art and fond! I never saw, 3160|Not of your race, the birth of that strong arm 3160|Which in your future hopes shall bless us all. 3160|How can I hope a nation shall consent 3160|(Ere my fair form be vanish'd), to thy reign? 3160|Aye to be wretched, and to see thee die! 3160|This is my only hope; but still I mourn 3160|At heart-bounded fate and thee; for thou, 3160|By fate or nature (as, alas! she planned), 3160|For the most fatal doom must come to die." 3160|Thus to his griefs the sire, while his cheeks burn, 3160|Wept for his son so loved, and loved so well: 3160|Yet, ere the funeral rites were finish'd, 3160|The king himself the golden crown unbound, 3160|And from his robe unfixt the flowing vest! 3160|And, seated 'mid the heroes of his race, 3160|Bids the full choir resound the sweet recitation 3160|Of hymns that honour'd Ilion's lofty dome. 3160|O'er those loud choirs, a sacred awe he throws, 3160|And all his kindred, while he sung, implor'd. 3160|Then thus began. "O heroes great of name! 3160|O men illustrious in the hour of fame! 3160|O men of arms, that at thy hands were fir'd 3160|By hostile hand or hostile spear! whose might 3160|Strikes the just terror of the gods, who know 3160|No partial pity, but a just disdain! 3160|E'en hence ye saw my brother's fall, when ne'er 3160|The godlike Hector in his warlike breast 3160|Appear'd to challenge, or to fight for fame: 3160|Him then, with many a bright visible shield, 3160|Beside Achilles stood in martial ======================================== SAMPLE 13120 ======================================== 21016|To live for ever in the Land of Peace!-- 21016|But we are not of our fathers; 21016|For in the Land of Peace, 21016|We live a life unknown to him, 21016|While the King and his subjects are dead. 21016|_"_O that my life had been 21016|The garlands of the Queen 21016|I would have thrown for her delight!_"-- 21016|_O that she had been 21016|In my bosom, my only one!--_ 21016|The Queen is dead, the Queen's dead, 21016|The King will never reign again; 21016|The dead lie in their glory, 21016|But I am not a pilot 21016|To the grave of my beloved Queen!_ 21016|I will sail to her grave,--but the way may be 21016|All in vain, for they cannot stir the dead; 21016|A little while ago the grave shut out the sea, 21016|And now the sea opens under my sails. 21016|I have heard the knell of Lynn 21016|From the beach of Taffy, 21016|A sound as of the beat of the surf 21016|On the cliff of Haguenay. 21016|And then the warning knell 21016|Of the lonesome Pict there, 21016|Who died at the foot of the tomb 21016|In the ancient village of Loumotte. 21016|But the next night at al! 21016|The last of all the dead, 21016|I was on the sea first! 21016|For on that little stone-bound promontory 21016|I set my foot, I and thousands of my men. 21016|In the night of bloody Fate 21016|The lonesome wind blew down; 21016|The morning came with all things bright 21016|But could not tame the tide of blood. 21016|In the last days of Richard's reign 21016|The Duke of Cumberland lay 21016|Beneath the sea-wall with a crown 21016|That fell not from the realm of Niefershore. 21016|In the land of Niefershore 21016|There were young heroes bred, 21016|But the best and the brightest and bravest gone, 21016|They are now lying on the ocean wave. 21016|And there's no voice that calls to them 21016|From that far-off island: 21016|'Tis not from the hall of House Simeon 21016|Or from Taffy the fisher king, 21016|Or from the fields of Yoland; 21016|'Tis the wind that cries, and the water that dies, 21016|And "Let there be peace on the ocean wave." 21016|The sea rises up for a moment, 21016|And the stars come out, and the tide comes in; 21016|The tide goes out for a time ere it 21016|Rolls back the shores of Flanders 21016|Into Flanders' back again; 21016|Into Flanders' back again 21016|And past the hills of Fleury, 21016|And all that Flanders hath of shame. 21016|A faint south-wind, the wind of morning, 21016|Wanders over the green ocean waves. 21016|A faint south-wind, from lands of woe 21016|Coming o'er the sea we come. 21016|The Isle of Flanders is dark with weeds, 21016|A sombre land doth Flanders now appear, 21016|All stained from wars and carnage of years, 21016|Till the little state of Jamotte 21016|Strews her dark brows with rose-leaves. 21016|The house of Fleury has shut the door, 21016|But never a light from God is there; 21016|And over the white-walled field of fields 21016|The sunbeams go adawning. 21016|The Isle of Flanders lies lone and drear 21016|Beneath the rolling sea, far, far away; 21016|The winds are in her pathway, wherefore sing? 21016|The stars are in her hand. 21016|How slowly rolls the sea! 21016|Giddy in the sunshine on a tiny cot 21016|In the far-away, ======================================== SAMPLE 13130 ======================================== 25953|That a child could steal his milk, 25953|And not seek to plunder him." 25953|Then the youthful Joukahainen 25953|Grew so pale, and, looking at him, 25953|Grew so wan, and he could not 25953|Remain unchanged in attitude, 25953|And he spoke the words which follow: 25953|"O thou fairest, mighty Goddess, 25953|With the fairest pair of daughters, 25953|Come once more to Pohjola's court, 25953|Come to see the king consult there 25953|And the mighty monarch, Väinämöinen." 25953|Then said Pohjola's old Mistress, 25953|And addressed the hero sternly, 25953|"Go ye home to rest there silently, 25953|For the time I know you cannot 25953|Take the milk from out the linden, 25953|For from thy locks there is the butter, 25953|And from thine cheeks the butter comes, 25953|Therefore I come to see you there." 25953|But the hero, Joukahainen, 25953|Then returned, with courage full of vigour, 25953|And he spoke the words which follow: 25953|"No, indeed, I do not desire that! 25953|Wherefore should a man do as you say, 25953|And take away the milk and butter 25953|From the linden, O your mistress' daughter?" 25953|Then the old Mistress, spake in answer, 25953|"Nay, nor that, such words to speak! 25953|He shall cut the butter up small, 25953|And the linden in two shall make it, 25953|From the butter in the butter-breadth, 25953|And from fat again the butter make it, 25953|And from sable may make the milk of wheat. 25953|"Butter, that I take and safely let it 25953|From the linden, O thine own offspring, 25953|From thy own tender cheeks let butter, 25953|From thy own fat cheeks let butter be." 25953|Then the youthful Joukahainen, 25953|Forth he quickly sped to where he stood, 25953|And the aged Väinämöinen 25953|Lifted up his hand unto the butter, 25953|From the butter-breadth made the milk of wheat. 25953|Thus he put the milk into the breast, 25953|Lifted up the milk from out the butter, 25953|And he spoke the words which follow: 25953|"Now the milk, o thou well-grown butter, 25953|I must take, and give to Pohja, 25953|For my mother's father's cattle, 25953|And I give them to the Lapp Matsoe, 25953|With the milk that from my hips flows." 25953|Thus the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|He the great primeval sorcerer, 25953|Hastened off, and hastened homeward, 25953|O'er the broadest bridge of Jumala, 25953|Through the longest portal of Pohja. 25953|When they came upon the pathway, 25953|And they saw afar the cattle, 25953|And the cattle at the distance, 25953|Then the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|Home returning, lifted up his voice, 25953|And exclaimed in words like these, 25953|"O thou aged Väinölähö, 25953|Now my mother's herd is brought there, 25953|In the milk of ripe the butter, 25953|Thus the milk to Jumala given. 25953|If from out the linden sprouted, 25953|At my heart should fall the worm-worm, 25953|I should know it well the moment, 25953|And would hasten straightway homeward, 25953|To my father's land to seek him." 25953|To the forest road then spoke he, 25953|To the forest home he hastened. 25953|Gifted one was the old wizard, 25953|And the young it was who followed. 25953|And the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|Rocked the horse at ease in ease ======================================== SAMPLE 13140 ======================================== 1728|this in the house, to go abroad from the gates and come in. I will go too 1728|then; I will go myself and sit at the board above the ale, and 1728|shall be the best and most valiant of all the 1728|women and chosen men who have come in after me. Even so for 1728|two hours shall I be honoured and praised beyond all men else, 1728|for they have slain me. Now, therefore, the suitors will be 1728|troubled not otherwise than I have been; for even one, if 1728|he be not false, may do it much more. If these things be 1728|true as I tell you, I will be with you to-morrow night, and 1728|will be thy fellow-servant. Now I bid you a good supper, and 1728|go to bed soon, and let us make merry, for this night we 1728|will go to bed even ere the horned son of Odysseus has taken 1728|leave of the swine-herd Laertes.' 1728|Then Odysseus of many counsels answered him, saying: 'Ulysses, 1728|no mortal man, even of the gods that lie above, might wish to 1728|have a share in matters of this world. Nay, even thou the 1728|noblest of all men will be as a common thing, an idle and 1728|incomparable thing, even to the maid Calypso of the 1728|Achaeans, king of all the sea-girt isles. For she was all 1728|bravest in her art and cunning, and a goddess too, and many men 1728|brought her from Crete, or with their ships brought her; for 1728|none of them would lay aside his craft and cunning, if she 1728|were to take my wife for ever. Yea, and she would make 1728|warrant for him any way she might, and set the feast before 1728|all; wherefore I will answer and let thy mother know it. But she 1728|hath a word in charge with many an oath, if she will listen to 1728|me. Yea, she has an old and skillful bard, the renowned 1728|Phaeacians, that sing how men live in the house of a 1728|god, in long halls, or by the benches of the gods. So let 1728|me now sing her how to give ear unto her wooers.' 1728|Then wise Telemachus answered him, and said: 'Hard is it in 1728|hereafter to be concerned for womankind unrighteously, as 1728|I say, and we shall lose our goodly house. And it had but 1728|come to ruin so that all our friends were driven away, and 1728|our goodly neighbours. But come, we will not go to a new residence 1728|hereafter. Now it lies beyond all roads from Ithaca and 1728|the ships of men, where dwell the far-renowned 1728|herdsmen, skilled herders of the cattle, the men who keep 1728|the hills and flocks, and are the lords of all the 1728|souls of men. Now if Odysseus should come within the 1728|pits, beholding all this evil fate, I deem that he would 1728|dear my company to eat and drink, and that I will give 1728|him a feast all hallowed, that he be glad at heart when he 1728|comes home again.' 1728|He spake and sat him down. Then the dear son of Nestor arose 1728|and took the spear of bronze, well wrought, with a 1728|twisted hilt, and put the shield underneath. And he bound 1728|A wool white as a sheaf; the shield was of yellow gold, 1728|and the spear of bronze was cunningly carved, and a fair 1728|chaplet of it he bound with bright blue wool, and gave it 1728|to the wooers, who came in and took it in their hands, 1728|and sat down again. But Odysseus with a loud voice spake to 1728|the wooers and bade them be no longer long to listen, the 1728|wooers, nor let any of them go to the ship, for he was 1728|n ======================================== SAMPLE 13150 ======================================== 29345|We're only on the ground floor, then, you know, 29345|And the stairs are near the ground below, 29345|And they've been climbing up the stairs since day 29345|Longing to come down and see the light.-- 29345|So, we'll get off easy, maybe, we think, 29345|If we keep on going higher and higher. 29345|I think we should go down to the cellar-- 29345|We can stand as long as we like in there. 29345|There's some to cover, and some to stay away.-- 29345|But we'll see if I can make it take the air 29345|When it comes time to go on. 29345|I'm going to lie down, 29345|And take it easy. 29345|And while I lie, 29345|I'll think about the day. 29345|And, oh! some things, 29345|I can remember: 29345|What it looked like 'round the corner, 29345|When there was no smoke above us, 29345|And I was barefoot; 29345|And the light in the street below us, 29345|And the birds and the clouds a-flying; 29345|And the rain outside, too, 29345|And the thunder and the lightning 29345|And the bang of the rain on the window, 29345|And the ripple of the water 29345|On the sinker and the riser. 29345|And a little thing or two 29345|Something at the door, 29345|Just to keep away a shadow. 29345|I love the children, 29345|And I love to help them, 29345|But I'll lie on the grass, 29345|And watch till they go from me, 29345|The little children 29345|Just when they grow up. 29345|All night long and every night, 29345|I lay so snug and dark and warm 29345|That, if I let myself to dream, 29345|Something would keep awake in me 29345|Sitting watching at the gate, 29345|Watching and waiting 29345|Till I won. 29345|I would not have them at my side, 29345|But I'll wear out the rest of days 29345|With looking over my shoulder, 29345|Watching and waiting and wishing 29345|Till they grow up and are mine. 29345|I'll be their elder brother: 29345|They shall guide and lead the line, 29345|I'll have no one else to pray for 29345|And they shall have that one prayer 29345|They shall have that one prayer 29345|Till they grow up into men. 29345|I'll go back to the forest 29345|With them from the river and from the lake. 29345|And, under all my other brothers, 29345|I'll always keep my brother on. 29345|When I'm old enough-- 29345|O, I can wait! 29345|I'll wait beside them, 29345|And watch till they are old enough 29345|To be my elder brother. 29345|But when they grow up 29345|And start to learn and to work and to play, 29345|When they are wise and able, 29345|I'll put on my wise old cap and gown, 29345|And let myself to hear him speak 29345|With all the other elders 29345|And never cease to wish him 29345|As his elder brother. 29345|And that's why it's ready-- 29345|How far away! 29345|And, by God, when they are through school, 29345|They will go away, 29345|And I don't know where the children are 29345|Because I've never seen them yet.-- 29345|They'll always be his elder brother, 29345|Till they get to work or back at home 29345|With their pretty dolls and their little boys 29345|And all their other toys and sports and games. 29345|And if I'm old enough to be a priest 29345|They'll run about the country with me still, 29345|And never get tired of my hands and knees 29345|And all their other chores and daily cares. 29345|"I know where the children are!" said the King. 29345|"Who was his father?" asked the ======================================== SAMPLE 13160 ======================================== 2615|I would that some might be aware of this truth, 2615|And have compassion upon a sad nation; 2615|That some may tremble for their country's shame, 2615|And some may smile in future odes and rhymes; 2615|And each may wonder at his own beloved rhymes, 2615|For now the public eye is turning to _W. P. O._.] 2615|Th' externation of the royal dignity 2615|For the encouragement of our _Culterisms_, 2615|Has made me, my dear sir, myself, at last 2615|In order to express the grateful wish 2615|I kiss your very gracious dust--as well 2615|I may from you, my dear sir! 2615|With affectionate kisses, 2615|Your very good sir, 2615|"The late Mr. Nokes of St. Andrews, 2615|Who has a noble spirit, but is lame, is much to my satisfaction, 2615|and much to my cold and lame heart. His good poetry is so divine, 2615|that it will not soon be forgotten; and I think we have not yet 2615|been unworthy of him: he is likewise an angel, like the other 2615|in the _Babes in the bark_. There is a poem, but I cannot print 2615|it, which was printed of late in the _Ithaca_." 2615|It was, said Lunt, 2615|"a pleasant thing 2615|In my time to live by one's self, 2615|And all of you to keep me company. 2615|But now I can do no more, as I can not stand 2615|on my feet; so go and take your ease, 2615|As many men have done before you." 2615|"To-morrow is the last day 2615|I can look into the sun, 2615|Come and behold our new-made lamp, 2615|And its bright, new-made bark of oak 2615|Which is to light their way!" 2615|I am ready, dear sir, 2615|With my heart and my brains, 2615|To hear all about your new-made lamp, 2615|But if you would talk to me, 2615|I wish you would go to some other tree, 2615|Where there is not one one but speaks, 2615|"A good evening, good sir, 2615|(All in unison,) 2615|We're glad you are here; 2615|I fear, for you to be so weak, 2615|You have not had 2615|Time enough to look at our bark, 2615|To see our bark, 2615|All of us, 2615|Lamp-worthy. 2615|You need not make such digression, 2615|For the bark is to make the lamp 2615|So quick, 2615|That it may shine 2615|Through the day 2615|And all night through. 2615|To-morrow is the last day 2615|You can look into the sun, 2615|Come and behold our new-made lamp, 2615|And the tender, little words 2615|It softly says. 2615|And that same evening, when I go to bed, 2615|You'll come to me with the lamp, 2615|And with kisses light my brow, sir, 2615|You'll come to me, sir, and place it 2615|Beside me there; 2615|And so you'll stay, 2615|And cherish this for aye! 2615|For who would otherwise 2615|Than look at the lamp? 2615|There is a candle in my heart, sir, 2615|Which always burns in the night, sir, 2615|To bring sweet peace to my breast, sir; 2615|But it is not by you that I mean to be beloved. 2615|(He lights the candle a seaman puts the cloth upon it.) 2615|Is a seaman puts the cloth upon it? 2615|(He lights the candle.) 2615|'Tis a great sea of beauty, 2615|I would it had a place-- 2615|The ocean with stars 2615|Of every hue, 2615|Moons at their leisure 2615|Dancing in the sky-- 2615 ======================================== SAMPLE 13170 ======================================== 1279|And then we met and clapt our backs; 1279|The fire was blawn and cauld, 1279|The deevil was bli'd. 1279|He clap'd his spavie-spent hands in his coat, 1279|And he foughten fast; 1279|The deevil stacher than a hawker's haill, 1279|While a' their hizzies swank were out. 1279|His spavie-spent hands were in his coat, 1279|That blawed, like a gallant's hame; 1279|And he fougten fast i' the fire. 1279|O, was there a heart but young, 1279|And was there no wight but true, 1279|That could not be eath and proud, 1279|I' the haughs o' the deil? 1279|Tune--"Oh! that I wadna gie them my face." 1279|The deil awa' sae fley'd an' thin' 1279|That durst lo'e me: 1279|A waistie dog nae mair could spier 1279|About me. 1279|Nae mercy sall glour on me, 1279|E'r gie me leave to sayn; 1279|Nae mercy sall glour on me 1279|Wi' a' that I hae said. 1279|I love my love, I love my love, 1279|Wid a pouf to buy; 1279|For ance or ance or an' e'ry ane, 1279|I luvit nane but thee. 1279|I'll never hae, I'll never hae, 1279|That face sae like a saucus; 1279|I ken that breathit skirlit skirl, 1279|An' e'en that face sae saucus; 1279|Tho' a' should fa' owre ane an' four, 1279|I wadna tak' a haucus. 1279|O, I'm gaun to my lodgings gay, 1279|Wi' my boys and my Kate; 1279|For there's nane but my Mary my ain, 1279|To gie to my Ryan. 1279|I love my love, I love my love, 1279|Oh, that I wadna gie 'm, 1279|To haur thee wi' a heart like a saucer, 1279|An' a' that I ha' said! 1279|The deil a' luck can gie a face 1279|To a woman that's coy! 1279|Or a woman guilt-spotted as me! 1279|That's a' the gain. 1279|That face of its has haunted my mind 1279|An' it'll haunt my ain; 1279|As the lave thrang the shearers see, 1279|And the auld an' young. 1279|My ain dear Mary, can ye gang 1279|To your Ryan hame? 1279|Lammies, let me gang to thee, 1279|My ain dear Mary. 1279|Then ilk kennie knows how to bide 1279|The weight o' care; 1279|An' the auld an' young 1279|Wad gang the Ward on a Sunday morn, 1279|And noo they lo'e thee best. 1279|I'll buy a cap, and a tunic brown, 1279|And a pair o' gloves, 1279|An' anither a silk stocking sett 1279|On thy knee o' thee; 1279|But they'll never come ilka mite 1279|The bonie lammie se'ker. 1279|Oh, I'll gang wi' a' my heid, 1279|An' to the warl' I will speed; 1279|The warl' wi' her a' hersel 1279|I'm a' the throttle. 1279|Gin ye should gang owre far, 1279|Let my lane-laddie be sae ba'? 1279|She, gin ye should come hame frae me, 1279|She'll let the needle in her heart. 1279|Oh, I'll gang wi ======================================== SAMPLE 13180 ======================================== 1365|The morn is fresh and fair, 1365|The air is pure and free, 1365|And sweet the smile that rings 1365|Along the valley's side. 1365|Hear the lark when morning husheth the hours, 1365|And husheth all the woods; 1365|Hear the lark with jubilant voice proclaim: 1365|"I am the Lord thy God!" 1365|Then in ecstasy of joy arise, 1365|Lift up the cup to Him, 1365|And say: "I give that pilgrim's portion, 1365|And daily I will give 1365|Henceforth a portion of thy joy!" 1365|Lo, the Lord is a master-builder, 1365|And all His work is good; 1365|How many thousand little works 1365|Are yet awaiting His decree! 1365|Who can tell to what great purpose 1365|Each little word may point? 1365|To the great purpose and highest, 1365|Whither He would lead us all; 1365|That we, His children, in His praise, 1365|May be more like Him, and better. 1365|Let us sing praises with heart and voice, 1365|For the great purpose saith 1365|In all His songs and holy writings, 1365|"Lift up the cup and say!" 1365|Whatsoever of evil is done, or hard, 1365|Or suffer, O my country! the evil must be wrought; 1365|And do thou as I would that others should be free, 1365|And as to me, do thou as thou wouldst thou shouldest. 1365|Oh! the people's cause by them is served, 1365|That once more 1365|In the free land go 1365|On the side of liberty! 1365|Oh! the people's cause by them is served, 1365|At the time of harvest comes 1365|The harvest home; 1365|At harvest comes 1365|The harvests all. 1365|Oh! the people's cause by them, 1365|That once more 1365|In the harvest home comes again. 1365|Oh! the people's cause by them is served; 1365|They know at harvest comes 1365|The harvest's here, 1365|The harvest's home, 1365|Then sing with joy, 1365|Who know not harvest here. 1365|Oh! the people's cause by them, 1365|That once again 1365|In the harvest home again. 1365|"A little while I stay'd at home," 1365|Said little Tommy to his mother; 1365|"A little while I stay'd at home." 1365|Said many a lad at home, "But why? 1365|Where will my daddy be to-night!" 1365|"Oh, don't look there, my pretty laddie; 1365|It won't be there," the lad said; 1365|"I'm going to bed now; his ship is gane 1365|And he has a gun to take it home." 1365|"Oh, dear me! Oh, dear me! 1365|What will become of him?" 1365|"I ween he'll tak' a canoe, 1365|And sail o'er the river o'er; 1365|And as fast as he can he'll git back 1365|To his good little blacksmith lad; 1365|For he's a good little blacksmith lad." 1365|"Oh, well-a-day! a little while I stay 1365|At home and wait for him; 1365|I'll soon come back to see him come in, 1365|And see him deck'd up so gay." 1365|"How bravely grows the forest green; 1365|And the birds sing so loud and sweetly there, 1365|It fills my heart with triumphless delight, 1365|To hear them singing o'er meadow and stream. 1365|There's joy in every joyous vein, 1365|I feel it in my very marrow-grin; 1365|To be near him, to behold him there, 1365|Is like being loved." 1365|"Oh, come unto me." 1365|He did and found a simple stone, 1365|And round ======================================== SAMPLE 13190 ======================================== 3255|To give her way. 3255|She is not known to-day by any; 3255|For the winds keep an even ear to her. 3255|No sound comes from the wood to-night, 3255|Save one that sweeps by by her room: 3255|Her soul is in the moon, that, she knows, 3255|Has touched it with the ray it sheds on 3255|Her love. 3255|She was to know 3255|How cold the sun would be to-night, 3255|And what a gale would do to her. 3255|So, she went not forth this day, 3255|But sat beside the door. 3255|The moonlight touched her, and she said to me 3255|It was a dream that she had dreamed this year, 3255|And she did not dream how late it was. 3255|The night was dark, and it was still, 3255|And the window would not open still, 3255|And I could not leave the room. 3255|The wind was heavy against the tree, 3255|And the trees had moved. 3255|'Twas hard to move from where she was 3255|When she knew no more, 3255|And I stood at the window-sill, 3255|Knowing there might no spring. 3255|Yet still I stood there, I could see that plain 3255|From whence my ear could hear 3255|The voice of one who loved my home. 3255|He called me, in his dream, 3255|As I stood by the window-sill: 3255|"Go, tell the lily-tree 3255|I love and wait for her, 3255|And call her down and say 3255|How much I would like to know 3255|If it should bloom this day!" 3255|I knew no harm in waiting there. 3255|It was not long 3255|Before a voice came from the height 3255|That swung and shook her. "My dear 3255|And love is dying. She 3255|Would take her place if she might, 3255|But she lives as if no day 3255|Were ever afoot! What can I do 3255|To give her hope?" And then 3255|Wept to the window-sill with her - 3255|But she was a long way thence. 3255|Her love is gone from thee, 3255|She loves not more, and so 3255|She needs more than one 3255|To live for her alone, 3255|As she lives for her still. 3255|If she had only stood 3255|'Tween the windy tree and me, 3255|She would have smiled, and found 3255|What she needs most now: 3255|A garden of warm green 3255|By a river wide, 3255|And a mother's love to rest within and without! - 3255|It is in the garden growing. 3255|And a mother's love--I know not where 3255|Or how she knew it - 3255|'Tis the sun of all the stars above, 3255|So white, so ever-pure, 3255|And if the flower-like dew of night 3255|On it had fallen, then 3255|The mother's love would still remain. 3255|And if it were not there 3255|It would not stay. And the world's 3255|The wan green shadow of her song 3255|Lost in the grass, 3255|Of her heart-songs she was dead. 3255|But if her heart were still, 3255|And her song still shone so bright 3255|That its song 3255|Had never been faded out, 3255|How could she now the song have known 3255|That she should be dead? 3255|I do not say all things, 3255|Nor seek all things. I only choose 3255|Here to say such things, 3255|Which I know all things well, because 3255|My thoughts were thus of yore 3255|When I was a child of nine years old. 3255|I told them, then, the secret of my thoughts, 3255|Sitting on a spring of water-lilies 3255|That had no name, and only a splash ======================================== SAMPLE 13200 ======================================== 17270|He made a quill, and wrote his name on the Pen. 17270|For all that hee may live he shall be thanked, 17270|And I mourne the burthen that his bate may shew, 17270|That he doth my bodie all that he can say, 17270|Of his brest, of his burthen, of his bigness, 17270|My hart, my head, my face, my nose, my chin, 17270|My lips, my chin, my throat, my iourney, my gree, 17270|My brest, my hand, my brest, my hand, my brest, my ey, 17270|My face, my iourney, my age, my ioy, my age, my iuy, 17270|My age, my age, my ioy, my age, my ȝe, my fere, 17270|My fere, my ijoye, my ijoye, my ioy, my fere, 17270|My ijoye, my age, my ijoye, my ȝe, my myke, 17270|My age, my age, my ioy, my hart, my hart, my ey, 17270|My ijoye, my hart, my ijoye, my hart, my ey, 17270|My chyldren, my brethren, ou{er} my hart, ou{er} my hart, 17270|My hart, my chyldren, ouer my hart, ouer my hart, 17270|My harte, my hede, my ioye, my ioye, my ioye, 17270|My bosome, my bosom, my ioye, my ioye, my eate, 17270|My myke, my bosome, my holt, my holt, my het, my thre, 17270|My ioy, my holt, my het, my holt, my het, my hale, 17270|My ioy, my holt, my holt, my hale, my myke, my hete, 17270|My dowghter, my husband, my husband, my dowght, 17270|My body, my body, and my ioye, my body, 17270|My dame, my dame, my husband, my dowghttyr, my dowght, 17270|The which I sing them in hym rych w{i}t{h} sing fow, 17270|To hym who took care of them when he went oure. 17270|From hence hee has the fayth, and joye, and hete, 17270|And Iate, and health, and hete, and joye, 17270|And my hart, but now my hart and ioye, 17270|My ioy, my ioye, my ioye, my ioye, my hart, 17270|My hart, my Ioy, my ioye, my Ioye, my chylde, 17270|My body, my body, my ioye, my ioye, 17270|My chefe, my chefe, my chefe, my chylde, my myke, 17270|My ioye, my ioye, my ioye, my ioye, my hart, 17270|My hart, my ioye, my hart, my ioye, my het, 17270|My hart, my joye, my joye, my joye, my het, 17270|My loke, my loke, my chefe, my chefe, my cheste, 17270|My herte, my herte, my herte, my joye, my herte, 17270|My herte, my herte, my joye, my joye, my hete, 17270|My hart, my hart, my joye, my joye, my hete. 17270|From hence hee has solempne strength and strength, 17270|In strengthe of his body, his head, his ey, 17270|In strengthe of his body, his limbs he keies, 17270|In strengthe of his limbs in ioy, his herte, 17270|And makes ======================================== SAMPLE 13210 ======================================== 28591|To all the poor; 28591|And God is good, 28591|And all the world is good. 28591|Though all the earth 28591|Be full of sorrow, 28591|The Lord is good, 28591|And all the world is good. 28591|Though many days may seem 28591|Like endless nights, 28591|The Lord is good, 28591|And all the world is good. 28591|Though all the heavens 28591|Are dark and cold, 28591|The Lord is good; 28591|And all the world is good. 28591|Though many things befall, 28591|The Lord has care: 28591|And all the world is young 28591|With love for you and God. 28591|If we can pray, and yet 28591|Have some alms to give, 28591|The Christ who holds us fast 28591|Will give us all things good. 28591|Lord, give us courage, we pray, 28591|And strength to bear; 28591|And lead us yet in the van, 28591|Where need is stark. 28591|Then, if a poor man's hand 28591|Has reached Thy side, 28591|Let his poor hand now give 28591|His need to Thine. 28591|As Christ said, I will be sure 28591|This world I serve, 28591|And my poor hand will be found 28591|And to Thee. 28591|Be thou my life and light, 28591|My hope and ray, 28591|Be thou my love throughout 28591|In woe or gladness; 28591|Thou knowest best how good it 28591|A little love to show: 28591|Then every thing that I shall do 28591|In all that I shall say, 28591|The little things will surely be 28591|More light than I can think. 28591|I love the little lives of men, 28591|And I love the little ways 28591|They walk, with me in the night, 28591|And I love the little needs 28591|Which in myself I share. 28591|I love the little works of hands, 28591|And I love the little tears 28591|That from their lids are shed, 28591|Or when life's little tasks are done, 28591|Or when they think of me. 28591|I love the little deeds of men-- 28591|They are the little deeds of God-- 28591|That every hour and every day 28591|I do myself forget. 28591|My soul is full! 28591|I want no more. 28591|I hear no more 28591|The bitter words. 28591|I love you. 28591|I feel no wrong, nor fear. 28591|I trust no friend more trusted. 28591|I trust no brother more approved. 28591|I live, I say, 28591|I live for you, 28591|I count, I count, 28591|I praise, I praise. 28591|I love you. 28591|Let me and you be the angels' choir. 28591|We are the song of one who hears and sees, 28591|And feels through all eternity, and cannot speak. 28591|I cannot make the past forgotten, 28591|But you can take my hand 28591|And let it say, 28591|"We are with one who hears and sees, 28591|And feels through all eternity, and cannot speak." 28591|And you and you will be the songsters' choir-- 28591|We are your singers, singers of your hearing! 28591|The light is dimming, 28591|The dark is deepening, 28591|But never fear 28591|Because it brings 28591|Our Father's healing, 28591|Our Saviour's peace. 28591|We are together 28591|As ever, 28591|Till life's last 28591|Deep, deep despair 28591|Shall drown me up in the tide of 28591|Its blackness, or wash me seaward 28591|Out of the light, 28591|And I be left 28591|To watch out of the dark, 28591|Or watch out of the light. 28591|Lord, Thou dost have a hand 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 13220 ======================================== 24869|“With thee I come, and let thy grace 24869|My words with mine address train. 24869|This day, my lord, a mighty man 24869|Will, all the world, be thine.” 24869|He spake in words that shook the frame 24869|The words in which he prayed. 24869|Then Ráma raised his reverent head, 24869|And gazed upon his guest, 24869|As, when the moon begins to rise 24869|Around him, to his gaze 24869|Each image of long-lost power 24869|Or beauty, he remembered was. 24869|Thus by the sire and mother told 24869|A holy shepherds met 24869|To share a feast prepared for the rite, 24869|And when the host had left 24869|The blessed shepherds went 24869|All, all with graceful steps that strove 24869|The feast to grace and crown. 24869|There, as the feast to end distanced, 24869|The queen herself to grace 24869|Was Lakshmaṇ by the lord of men 24869|And Sítá. From afar they viewed 24869|The lovely Sítá there, 24869|With cheeks that bloom was to behold 24869|A rose to the full. 24869|They saw King Ráma, all adored 24869|The queen who held a lion’s head 24869|That bore the sign he came 24869|From royal Ráma’s home to prove 24869|The peerless might of arms. 24869|The monarch, who from highlands freed, 24869|Had thus been raised on high, 24869|From the swift steeds to whom he prayed 24869|His mother, the supreme Queen, 24869|With sweetest words addressed her dear, 24869|So that each maid might prove 24869|The Lady of the skies and queen 24869|With whom all fair of face was crowned, 24869|To Ráma’s bliss confessed. 24869|They saw his hand her golden sandals wear, 24869|The lady’s brow with flowers bedight; 24869|Their feet above the golden wood, 24869|The lotus-seat that lined their feet, 24869|With sandal-leaves enwound, they met. 24869|The guests in state were seated still, 24869|And Ráma, son of Kuśik’s race, 24869|Who looked them through, their heads bent low, 24869|Spake this soft soothing word: 24869|“How happy is my love, sweet Queen, 24869|And from the bliss of Gods shall I 24869|My lord and lord in turn succeed; 24869|The Gods, the Gods for me have sent, 24869|And all the Gods by heaven ordain.” 24869|The lady’s eyes were lustrous fire; 24869|“O happy, thou!” she cried, with sighs. 24869|She spake—she sought to make reply: 24869|“O thou most loving to me, 24869|In bliss my all delitless bosom thrills, 24869|And all my cares are gone. 24869|’Twas thus we sought the Gods’ abodes; 24869|But the wise Gods forbade to see 24869|Me lovely Sítá, our lord, 24869|And bade us still in secret shades 24869|Of holy wood abide. 24869|So, as our duty bade, we stood, 24869|Each longing love confessing, and 24869|That day we bore her to the bowers 24869|Where Gods her mother nurtured. 24869|With her, all joyous, we had played 24869|And sung and smiled and blessed; 24869|And as she came to view the beams 24869|Of moon and sun above us, 24869|In secret with her we had fed 24869|The heart and mind that bled. 24869|We strove, but found a hidden smart, 24869|And soon her soul did panic: 24869|In trembling dread of loss she fled 24869|Where no repose could be. 24869|I sought the woods and, while I sought, 24869|My grief with anguish weighed. ======================================== SAMPLE 13230 ======================================== 37804|Is the heart of man, and to the human race I may speak hence. This is 37804|what makes man, of what we all believe in him, the heart: 37804|The human body, 'tis the soul's, the soul's the body. He 37804|that hath lived and is living, has not yet lost his body and 37804|his soul. 37804|'Tis the human soul, that knows and is aware of time, of form, 37804|and of body; 37804|And if it be no other nor the soul, yet that 'tis his own 37804|and separate, and though it be an awful horror to us, 37804|yet 'tis his own and separate, the horror of that which he 37804|is. 37804|'Tis the soul, 'tis the body, that makes us and gives forth 37804|our life;--its body, the heart, the heart, the human body. 37804|'Tis the body, the heart, that is the soul and keeps the 37804|body; and of what it is in the fullest word I can tell you, 37804|and also that the soul of man is what we call the body, 37804|or rather, the heart. 37804|And, O you human men, I say this: if you love what is 37804|the soul of man? and if you love what is the heart of 37804|which you have your being, 37804|'Tis the soul which is the spirit of flesh, the spirit of 37804|man; and if you love what is a soul of man, I say that 37804|you also are a man. 37804|For 'tis a soul of human flesh that acts in the brain and 37804|in the spirit of sense, and it is the flesh's own soul that 37804|you love, and the human spirit hath its mind thus, and a 37804|spirit that is separate, 37804|Not from that which is within the bones nor from the muscles 37804|nor from the bones, as well I think, nor from the lungs. 37804|For the soul of man, I say, is not a part of nature, and nor of 37804|the man, nor a part of us; but what I say is that the soul of 37804|the soul of humanity is the power of our humanity in us, 37804|the passion of our passion; and the soul of the soul of 37804|man is that which is hidden in us, or hath hidden itself 37804|in us. 37804|And the soul of men is something like the same thing in all 37804|the lands; and I say that the love of men is the soul of the 37804|world. Thus may you understand all I have said. 37804|But, O human men, it is of the soul of the soul of mankind 37804|that you are. Now, if you have not atoned for the injustice 37804|of your people, O think of your own souls; and when you look 37804|out of your own eyes, remember all the other souls of ours; 37804|Remember the others, their justice, and their beauty, and 37804|the strength of their love for them; think of the wrong done you 37804|by those whom you have overset in your own weak and 37804|mortal ills. 37804|'Tis a soul of man makes to be a God; and a God is more than 37804|a soul of man made to be a God, a Being that hath 37804|more of goodness than souls that are more frail, a Being 37804|fairer than what we call a God. And, O the love of the 37804|wisdom of man! 'Tis the spirit of man and of sense, the 37804|dwelling-place, and the heart, and the reason, making us 37804|mankind. 37804|But the other question I know not: for how can man be a God if 37804|he have not the soul of mankind and the soul of sense? 37804|For a man that is not human, has a soul that is not human, 37804|and where there is not need of a soul that is not human, will 37804|not arise. 37804|And as to what is man, I say that the human soul has been 37804|drawn through the world and through the sea, and through the 37804|earth, and ======================================== SAMPLE 13240 ======================================== 615|(As he of all the rest had been foredoomed) 615|Had taken the arms, which he alone had sent. 615|And with this new and wondrous news, of swain, 615|His kinsman's comrade, was in furious mood. 615|He (for so he deemed it fit his heir 615|Should call him knight) in words like these had said: 615|"No better knight, no better knight I see, 615|Who ever made a man of arms contend, 615|Ere he his life foredone for liberty, 615|Than this one, who, for his freedom sought 615|The field, and not to make himself a slave. 615|But this would seem a folly and dishonour, 615|That him the knight should hence with him convey, 615|While to the camp the royal Charles would go 615|In search of captives of so many kind, 615|So many names, so many wives and kinsmen. 615|"And I this folly myself inveigh so sore, 615|That in my heart I seem to move a snare. 615|Well know I, that of the knight is none 615|So much for the damsel more desirous, 615|As that he seeks, with her, on this road to wind, 615|That he may make himself a freeman again." 615|When the old dame, who had so much believed 615|In what before her was believed of me, 615|And loved with true affection, and her sight 615|Moved there, with such devout attention bent, 615|As in the common course of faith and love 615|For holy vows a prudent woman follows, 615|Sudden her lord, to see she was not dead, 615|Thus spake, when he believed her: "And do thou 615|The warrior whom thou holdest most dear possess; 615|Whom to be freed is ever most desired. 615|If to embrace this Charles and his ensigne 615|The damsel say that I am ready made, 615|Then to thy heart shalt thou be comforted; 615|Yet pray for me with such and such intent. 615|The wish thou hadst is mine to be supplied: 615|And if thee I shall release from peril, 615|My lady will to thee most willingly." 615|With these and other kind replies they pay. 615|The dame the warriors' eager love imparts. 615|The cavalier Rogero took to heart, 615|To make his lord his captive through more pain. 615|Who with the love that moves men to desert 615|A banded army, now Rogero prest; 615|And for his deed, by Heavens; God never planned. 615|Who for her lord, when none to him prefer, 615|Fulfill'st so foul a work, or to a lie, 615|Or to the very worst that in a field 615|With sword so goodly wends, with spear so true, 615|As the good lady whom in battle she sought, 615|He that his heart no longer would indulge, 615|So was he born a coward! who was wooed 615|And by his love is captive straight conveyed. 615|But when Orlando knew the maid was wed, 615|As he was told, in one she would have died, 615|He straightway, in the service of the knight, 615|His word and office straight to refrain. 615|He with his hand above her bosom smote, 615|When he, without her speech, to death had added. 615|That same blow from that wide space the maid 615|Revolved; and, with a little cry, or cry, 615|In haste to the next place to resort, 615|So was she doomed to death again and hell. 615|The good King Rogero and his cavaliers 615|Seek with the noble lady to repair: 615|Rogero with his hand a captive took, 615|When she (the sword had cleft her arm) had died. 615|Rogero and his cavaliers Rogero spied, 615|Bearing her off into Argier's land. 615|She, with a little cry, in grief and fear, 615|With her arms half loosened in the way, 615|To her willow bough amid the trees upreared, 615|And in their might her gentle hand displayed: -- 615|But when the king the captive thus had won, 615|From him she in short time might of ======================================== SAMPLE 13250 ======================================== 615|And, though the fated to fulfil their vengeance dread 615|Baffled, with him not far is that dread, 615|To him by his ill will, though slight and brief, 615|Of his own will, the war was fated ever so 615|Of greater evil, and of greater good; 615|Because, to him that ill foretold, the sight 615|Of him, the foe, would not forego. 615|"Albeit he did not heed the warning sound 615|To him that heard, in the same place who stood 615|At this, he did pursue and thence foretell 615|The destruction of his friend and foe. 615|But of these deeds of evil, or of worse, 615|One of them would not be recorded here; 615|For that more cruel deed, without remorse, 615|Than other, was the other of his will. 615|"I say not in this catalogue of ill, 615|But only for that reason will I record, 615|Amercements shall be made him for his crime, 615|And for his folly; for it would be just 615|T' have paid what duty in his place had owed. 615|Amercement is like debt, a remedy, 615|A penance and a pardon hath its use: 615|A penance that, when paid, is lost the gain. 615|"Now on a subject more pressing in my view, 615|For that, I will to other leaven bring. 615|With him, for which we are here, and for which 615|An hundred men were slain, in a little space 615|He will issue forth, where, gathered up, it lies, 615|His prize, from him, all ready to convey. 615|"He will depart from Greece, and, by the way, 615|To join our company, his followers three, 615|Will go, like him, from Troy, in the space of three 615|Hours, through thickest woods, and through the clearest snow. 615|Who, when they first beheld this city, did 615|So near it seem, to them all used to stand, 615|And say, 'This is the fairest that I see.' 615|"Me then, when with the fleet I left their sight, 615|With wonderment and wonderment was I viewed; 615|Nor, what with shame, that they should have imagined 615|I not, did they repent, nor dare to doubt. 615|As well, those restive spirits, who could deem 615|He could have done more, than with their aid could 615|Achieved his end, were moved to seek him out. 615|"At the very city, which for thee is blest, 615|They, who to him should have known the cavalier 615|Who bore their sire and me, were ready as now, 615|And in array, already in array. 615|But if he were at other places seen, 615|Yet was not any place, not even Troy, 615|Where I should suppose 'twas safe to wend my way; 615|For, though I knew him, yet no people knew, 615|Though I the place and all the people sought." 615|"By this," he said, "they were not, as he meant, 615|Aught that could a suspicion be surmised 615|Of them that would betray him; so they bent 615|Their steps toward him, but not to his land. 615|"And, where is now the knight, who had to weave 615|The web, and to design the mighty sign, 615|And in the which no word of him would say 615|In the least, that this our speech might be: 615|By whom the web is set, I wish indeed 615|Me that I had not left it, for that, 615|My time was now spent in other wise; -- 615|And should I had the skill, and had the art, 615|To use it to his good, but not his ill!" 615|He with the tale is wont to make retort 615|That the more wicked in themselves than well 615|Or ill-moved creatures are those to whom 615|Him, who the web, with him, of right should wend, 615|But who for other reason than to shun 615|His vengeance, is not guilty: and who see 615|Their deed is not to blame in any wise, 615|He with the story is the very same. 615 ======================================== SAMPLE 13260 ======================================== 2732|What more can you do with less? 2732|A man is little,--the Pope is much, 2732|I mean to say,--so here's that. 2732|One who would write a book! 2732|One who would play in the big stateroom! 2732|One who would dance in the parade! 2732|And--why no dance? 2732|A man is little,--the Pope is much, 2732|I mean to say, like all men, 2732|As I said, as well as you. 2732|One who would serve God, from sunrise to set of sun, 2732|The holy, the fair, the great,--I mean I say, I say, 2732|No--well, so it is not quite true as you suppose. 2732|But what's the harm? 2732|Why, the harm is to your head, that's all! 2732|How could I write what I can't write! 2732|I should not say a man is little, 2732|But his head hurts a good deal. 2732|His eye hurts a good deal--why not just shut it? 2732|He has all the world to lose, and he's got none to hope for, 2732|Or give hope for, unless the Devil goes with it. 2732|If he's small, forget it! Why the children say so. 2732|(The children, no doubt, are rather less wise than I.) 2732|But his head's a fact that you cannot shake, 2732|And his eye that's out of sight for a while. 2732|Let him with the head that has hurt it rest, 2732|Let the eye rest, till a little clearer sight 2732|Comes o'er the eye. 2732|I'm not sure just what to say 2732|To my dear young friend. 2732|I've been overmuch a-thoughting of himself, 2732|And his health, and his philosophy, and things. 2732|I'd say just now that he's a great lover, 2732|And an assiduous bachelor, 2732|But I'm not so sure of a man of letters. 2732|(For the least of these things there was nothing he could read.) 2732|But in general I can hold no further comment, 2732|For the very fact that I mention your name 2732|Is enough for me to deny you, 2732|Nor admit that I have ever heard anything 2732|Of your kind authority. 2732|But I see 2732|(For the fact that your words are found on the same page 2732|I have lost in the sands along the shore, 2732|And all the sand of that is gone where no one's looking.) 2732|He is here, with his wife, at least that I know, 2732|And their child in some way or other. 2732|For a moment I stopped for a moment's space, 2732|(As the girl looked up, she seemed to be in pain, 2732|As I think I saw her eyes fix on her face.) 2732|I see that the child is lying at her feet, 2732|And the mother's face is turned towards the sand, 2732|And the little boy stands and watches, still-watched, 2732|And watches, with his eye in her eyes. 2732|(And her eyes? Ah, those were dark to look upon, 2732|But the little boy's eyes are strangely curious.) 2732|He's watching it also, in wonder and pain, 2732|And he's staring at it, with a puzzled look 2732|On his little face. 2732|And I--I've hardly the space to utter a word 2732|Beside my friend's name, 2732|But I see what you've come, and I can see, 2732|If we may trust your eyes, 2732|It is not a boy. He's not much taller than you, 2732|And his eyes are not very big, 2732|At least, when put side by side, 2732|But he is not so much shorter. 2732|(I've been overmuch a-thoughting of girls, 2732|I have no heart for girls that does not throb 2732|When I hear the name of another girl, 2732|And I want to be left alone till ======================================== SAMPLE 13270 ======================================== 1365|The great and little voices of mankind. 1365|And now I stand upon thy very brow, 1365|And I am king of thy empire vast, 1365|King over realms and kingdoms far and near 1365|And thou, O Christ, thou knowest me, knowest all. 1365|King Solomon said, that thou couldst rule 1365|All lands between the poles by mere command, 1365|And in all lands thou didst dwellest there, 1365|When in thy temple in Nazareth, 1365|The multitude, the Passover-eating throng, 1365|Lay in the holy of holies assembled. 1365|And I, King Solomon, by command 1365|Of thine own right hand, have led the nations 1365|Into the wilderness, and brought them safe 1365|Into their tents within the Sonnaim Hill, 1365|Where the Old King had erected his holy shrine. 1365|There thou didst pour the wine of sacrifice 1365|Into the hands of worship, and the word 1365|Of revelation was revealed unto them. 1365|Thou wast a child, O King of kings, when thou 1365|Taughtest the Israelites their wisdom and song, 1365|Taught them the wisdom of the world and the power 1365|Of right, and the strength of the Israelites, 1365|By precept of thy own right hand commanded 1365|The people should obey, and they obeyed. 1365|But when, for the glory of God and of thy name 1365|And the edict of thy Spirit and of thy laws; 1365|When thy own right hand was more glorious than all 1365|Before its own without the use of tongues; 1365|When thou couldst teach the priests the art of speech 1365|And they could teach thy people the wisdom of kings, 1365|Thou knewest not thy kingdom, nor the power 1365|From which thou couldst give it any power save thine, 1365|But the gift of wisdom it received not. 1365|Thus were the priests more than thou; and before 1365|The King, the priests before him, and the people 1365|The servants of the King. Thus were they overthrown. 1365|And I, my King, will make it right again. 1365|The King arose, and from his throne descended. 1365|And I, the King Almighty, King of Israel, 1365|And all the gentler winds, beheld the light 1365|Come up, and, as at first it came, ascended 1365|Into the highest heavens. I saw the souls 1365|Of the old and the new, whom the Angels chose, 1365|Out of the multitude of humankind, 1365|To stand before the throne, as at first it was, 1365|Before the Lord, before the Father, before 1365|The Almighty God, and all the angels, beholding. 1365|A little under the form divine 1365|Went down from the supreme throne of God 1365|The ministrant Seraphim alone; 1365|And under their king, who was the Lord, 1365|In radiant glory, down there entered 1365|The seventh day's aspect, splendor and might, 1365|In beauty and in might; and the word 1365|Came forth from the mouth of the Lamb, 1365|As He spake and brake bread, and fell 1365|The first cup to the ground. The whole 1365|Fell water of Jordan, spilt 1365|Down with the blood of the Lamb, for David! 1365|And spake again from the throne of God: 1365|I will establish a covenant with thee 1365|Of covenant no creature shall sever, 1365|And none shall prosper except in it. 1365|Then spake the Lord to the Seraphim, 1365|As He went to his high throne: "See, lo, 1365|I fashion this covenant like to thy likeness 1365|In every thing, in every sense of grace 1365|That thou beholdest me. Thou shalt speak 1365|As I will speak it in all holiness; 1365|Thy words shalt melt the heart of the heathen; 1365|And the low angels shall not stand to hear thee! 1365|Thou shalt delight in David as thou livest now, ======================================== SAMPLE 13280 ======================================== 35188|and we all felt his gentle love, 35188|we knew not that he had forgotten; 35188|we knew not what was lost in the night, 35188|we knew not that the moon was waxing old; 35188|we knew not that the dead man's heart was young; 35188|for he would keep us with loving arms and kisses. 35188|I heard when you stood before me 35188|that your eyes were full of tears, 35188|and when you bowed your head 35188|I could not help but hear 35188|Your sweet and tender sighs. 35188|The great waves of the world are breaking in my breast like 35188|a broken heart, 35188|like broken music, 35188|and the great waves of it all are breaking in my breast. 35188|Oh, my love is weary of singing as she sings and sighs; 35188|of listening to the music of her beautiful voice, 35188|which has lulled and stolen sleep away forever, 35188|and has brought no pleasure, 35188|or only only pain. 35188|For the little waves of sorrow and pain 35188|are like broken waves of the world, 35188|and I will be a little ship upon the ocean without 35188|one thing to pay the captain. 35188|I would sing the songs of my childhood, 35188|I would sing the songs of the sunny days, 35188|and my soul would be forever free from pain 35188|as I listened to the music of her voice and the song 35188|of her beautiful eyes. 35188|You who are wise and beautiful, 35188|you whom I love so tenderly, 35188|how would you feel, dear heart, if I came in this form of 35188|the little waves of sorrow and pain? 35188|I would sing the songs of my childhood 35188|as I listened to the music of your voice, 35188|and my soul would be forever free from pain 35188|as I listened to the music of your eyes. 35188|I cannot sleep to-night, 35188|my heart is always breaking, 35188|my spirit is beating. 35188|For I am a wandering wanderer in the land of death, 35188|and my soul would be forever free from pain, 35188|as I listen to your words of love, 35188|and your passionate crying 35188|in the dark of the night. 35188|I have wandered for the last year long, 35188|and I pray and beg of you, 35188|My own dear mother, my own true love, to open me 35188|to hear your sweet caress, 35188|for your eyes still burn in a vain burning agony 35188|at the bitter kisses of Death, 35188|and your face burns hot in the sight of the cruel eyes of Death. 35188|Your hands, O God of love, 35188|you will save me from death, 35188|for the tears come like burning sparks 35188|when the fire goes out in the house, 35188|and the shadows darken round me, 35188|for the night fills with the darkness of death 35188|and the night-fright 35188|of the dark and dark night 35188|for the soul of life. 35188|O mother dear, 35188|my soul is weary of weeping, 35188|for my life is filled with pain, 35188|of the vain and vain tears 35188|of a weary heart, 35188|and the sorrow and suffering of life, 35188|the bitter and bitter kisses, 35188|and the bitter and bitter sighs. 35188|The black shadow of Death 35188|falls dark above you, 35188|in your heart, O my mother, 35188|death hath passed over you. 35188|The wind of Death has gone from the land of dreams, 35188|from the dreamland of your heart, 35188|from your home in the land of light, 35188|and the shadow of death has gone from the land of dreams 35188|and the eyes of the night, 35188|from the shadowy land of the earth, 35188|from the light and the shadows of death, 35188|from the little land of the shadows, 35188|from the house of the shadow, 35188|from the house of the death, 35188|from the dwelling ======================================== SAMPLE 13290 ======================================== 20|Eternal Glory, to your Soul so dear, 20|Your Life may as the Sun your Glory be. 20|Stern Judge, resolve me, if in act to go, 20|Whether to meet my God, or, to dismiss, 20|Turn from the way whose end is in the dust, 20|His suiting curse to that of Death, and stay 20|Sufficient; since your awful voice commands, 20|Nor is my Life depriv'd, nor can my Clay 20|Safe carry with me, tho: that is thy will." 20|Thus calling Death, he cross'd the dismal Sea 20|That on the southern wave embosoms the world, 20|And reach'd the land wherein all things bad; 20|Such want of Liberty in all the Nation, 20|Such want of Powder among the Warriors dire, 20|From those dread Battailes nigh destroying wide, 20|As when by night in days of old were driv'n 20|Back to their ships, or now with Cannon cross'd 20|The gulfy River, to be eat up with fire: 20|This thought, this debate, this short delay, 20|Were all one to finish those that fell on Fort; 20|For so the Judge bade, who part in one band 20|Advanc'd, and in the middle found his way, 20|With march of Sword out of the North, to bring 20|His final resolution to a close, 20|Or find out passage o'er the horrid flood, 20|To Lebanon or to Jordan's holy foot. 20|The King, as soon as he sate in regal Halls, 20|His Governors and his Ministers, 20|Wash'd off the brimmer of his wrath, and then 20|Thus to the Spirit, whom the same conceals: 20|"I have at last prevail'd; and by that speech 20|Of thine and of thy progeny's intended, 20|Well hast thou prov'd me of thy Sons and Daughters; 20|The grand synthesis to scale is not attain'd. 20|Look therefore who runs: those who me prevent 20|Are like the blind, who, so farre from sight, 20|As in their deputize from Hell they differ; 20|Each to his Trial come, and all are try'd, 20|And each is pass'd; so light is each convinc'd. 20|Me though less powerful, yet less to my mind 20|Liken thy design, and less of hard ado, 20|And less of love to Grecia, less of life 20|And less of wrath, that burnish'd against my hand." 20|He saist not, but with open face and open eyes, 20|That mark'd the temperance of his heart and eyes, 20|And thus the Angel to the LEAGUE-MAN said, 20|"Why labor'st thou to disseink?" He answer'd straight, 20|"To remove the stubborn yoke which thou 20|Over the LEAGUE-MANAGERS lightly brooks. 20|Think, forthorn souls, that labor less to win 20|Than to defeat the STRENGTHY CONTROVERSY; 20|Think, forthorn bodies, that are tame to pain, 20|Rather than dare against the opposing force 20|Of AGED RESISTANCE, and the Power of Will. 20|Think, forthorn Sorts, that want strength against Skill, 20|And want of heart against will, if against 20|A LITTLE Naught be strippt; think, think in vain, 20|What Art can teach, what Reason can advise, 20|What Experience can advance, what Skill apprehend! 20|What are you that can persuade? what can command? 20|But let them either see or not see, to whom 20|Past experience of them shall be appeal. 20|Let them but see or not see, what they are or uns 20|That know it not; nor will we molique them, 20|O'er weigh'd with doom, reject them, over-rate, 20|With foot untried o'er death or with the grave. 20|We to the stubborn shallop throw the net, 20|And cast the brazen net, and cut the strings, 20|And cleave the vast encumber'd body up 20|With deft of thunders, loose so loose a thing, 20|As scarce to sweat, yet hard to move; we find, 20|How strong the ======================================== SAMPLE 13300 ======================================== 24334|On the hilltops, 24334|And, in the valleys, 24334|The wind-flowers, 24334|The lilies, 24334|And the lizards, 24334|And the frogs. 24334|All are present, 24334|Singing, dancing, 24334|On the hills, 24334|On the meadows 24334|And in the fountains 24334|At the pools. 24334|We have come from the hills. 24334|The valley-mornings have come, 24334|The dawn-sunrises, 24334|The duskiest evening of all time 24334|Come, we must go back again! 24334|Back to our mountain homes, 24334|Our caves within the rocks, 24334|And our fires among the hemlocks, 24334|Where the black-frost o'er-brims. 24334|Our childrens voices low 24334|Breathe, in their woodland hearts, "We have come, 24334|Back--back from the hills!" 24334|The clouds, that darken our pathway, 24334|Now open again, and shepherds see 24334|A pathway to their mountain-songs. 24334|_Chorus:_ The clouds, that darken, 24334|Now open again, and shepherds see 24334|A pathway to their mountain-songs! 24334|But ever they see 24334|Only the blue of the sky, 24334|And of the clouds' blue and gold. 24334|We will take wings and sing 24334|High to the stars in our own way, 24334|Till with our wings of pure daring 24334|Our hearts are golden-red 24334|Like the flame-fly. _Chorus:_ He's our wildest song, 24334|We will sing in our youth, 24334|And let our strength be great 24334|Till our souls be pure gold. 24334|The sun will smile upon us, 24334|When we fly and sing; 24334|And a cloud will cover us 24334|White and gay. 24334|_Chorus:_ The sun, which smiles not now, 24334|When we fly and sing; 24334|And a cloud. 24334|The stars and moon will shine 24334|Over the way, 24334|While we sing as we fly, 24334|And make glad our flight. 24334|_Chorus:_ Oh, our flight is light, it's clear, 24334|That's fine--and gay; 24334|When we sing of our flight, 24334|It's the reason why. 24334|The sun that smiles now, 24334|May change his mood 24334|For the future, 24334|When we fly and sing. 24334|"A house that is worth the exploring."--_Ed. 1795._ 24334|This is the song I make for you, 24334|Signed, with the blessing of the Muse, 24334|You are my own to cherish, 24334|And this is mine to cherish. 24334|The birds of the air that sleep, 24334|In the dusk of morn, in the shade, 24334|I sing to you that are free, 24334|The woods of Eden, the hills of moor; 24334|The stars, the fields of Milky-Way, 24334|Piercing the blue of Orion's zone, 24334|With a golden, with a silver sheen, 24334|Of the blue-bells on the garden-beds, 24334|And the flowers under the eaves: 24334|All the summer and autumn flowers,-- 24334|All the golden and yellow-bells 24334|On the fields, and the meadows, and the trees, 24334|Where love walks with her dewy steps, 24334|With her feet that have no tread, 24334|When the moonlight is bright with the sun, 24334|And the wind blows loud with the song. 24334|To them I give my soul that wakes 24334|In all the fields and gardens gay 24334|Of this fair earth, in this blue sky, 24334|Of this bright autumn toil, 24334|And the summer joys of this toil, 24334|In my song for them. 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 13310 ======================================== 10602|And now I can no less, for love of you, 10602|And your glad honour and me spoyld; 10602|And if it can, all the more I will, 10602|To make your love more sweet to me." 10602|As one that long in comforts spent, 10602|In his hot blood his hunger fed, 10602|When he had, forsooth, much to have had, 10602|Diversly drink'd, which done, in haste 10602|With goodly words he soone began: 10602|"I am thy dearest brother now, 10602|Not for that love, which thou mee hast lost, 10602|But for thy love which all desires delight, 10602|And all delight that can be found. 10602|"For of thy love I little know, 10602|Only thine own contented joy: 10602|Yet do thou know that I must die. 10602|Ah! my sweete love, ah me! what care, 10602|But that I thee thy self can move, 10602|And as I will thy self desire? 10602|Ah! will thou that I be thus undone? 10602|"Or dost thou, rather dost thou feel 10602|My body to thine eare give o're, 10602|And thinkest thou thine owne ears do hear 10602|The murmuring of my hollow teares? 10602|My owne ears I will not hear; 10602|For thou oughtest them to love, and love 10602|Thyself, the more, to him that drowns. 10602|"O! that of me my music sad 10602|From thee my song were drawn; 10602|And that my spirit, then, it sooard; 10602|And that the same it sojourn'd in, 10602|Whilest I the same do now complain." 10602|Then, while yet she spake, she turned away, 10602|And turn'd her back full sadly twixt his and her, 10602|And dropp'd her cheekes with a low lidd. 10602|And straight as in her hand her hand did fall, 10602|She turn'd her back more sadly, and she ran 10602|From that which she had fowll'd for so. 10602|But, by my selfe, I dare, if I may, 10602|Tell how that she ladde her foote back 10602|To his owne feete, and turned her foote, 10602|And wak'd her body, and smote her browes, 10602|And pittie her eyes, which were not eyde, 10602|By her owne selfe she willed him back 10602|To his owne house, and made him stand 10602|Wauing there his life, that he may se it 10602|To his owne selfe; and so it was. 10602|But what she doeth hath not been in here, 10602|For the sweete air doth make nought appear. 10602|I doe not doubt but that the Muses, and such many 10602|as by the help of music and the spirits of song 10602|do draw forth the power and affections of men to 10602|them by sounds and words. 10602|I do not think but the Muses did incline 10602|to bring about their will, which is to be 10602|fancyfull, 10602|Who do by their effectual powre of powres, 10602|that they daunce make to beforn, 10602|And that by the sweete affections towards their deare 10602|guerdon, 10602|Which by the Spirits of song and of the lyre, if we 10602|dare look on, 10602|They can do all things by their proper powres. 10602|"But (said I) the truth of this I know not, 10602|but I know, that when thou the true spirit saisteth, 10602|Thou art not so fain to bechamber it in thine iourney 10602|But that thou in thy selfe canst daunce seeke to know 10602|what is the effecte of that thought in thine eye, 10602|Or that which thou my selfe art in the same; 10602| ======================================== SAMPLE 13320 ======================================== 18500|'Tis not for nane to pully you; 18500|And when they start, to back your stand, 18500|An' be't a stanza thretty or twa 18500|They're a weel-doin' auld Scotsman. 18500|An' he sae gleg as ony cork; 18500|Aft joukin wi' the kist o' his fist, 18500|He wadna stop for syllables, 18500|Lest his stiffarse naig wad make a row, 18500|An' strike out in a diff'rent direction, 18500|An' git himself helter-skelter in parity. 18500|In that case it wad do't good to grieve 18500|To say that a wife was aye sae strait; 18500|She might, methinks, be much in fault, 18500|For what was na her frae his comes steek, 18500|Or the devil may hae gien the smock 18500|O' that a' their wull, to make them ettle, 18500|It was na enough to miss it in. 18500|But he wadna let some men think 18500|He was a rascal at any rate; 18500|But at the last he would hae to stoop, 18500|But naething would avail him at a', 18500|While the lave wad draw our nectar out, 18500|An' the dule sit daleside us a'; 18500|An' we should sing on, till the auld man's hie, 18500|Till that wee laddie gae frae us a'; 18500|'Sbeaks of a' ano' him were fley'd oor wark, 18500|Till we gae hame to the auld wife's kiss;-- 18500|An' for a' her grace we'd dwall our gat, 18500|She made him her faithfu' thing for a'; 18500|An', gin she said she had naething to spare, 18500|He was fley'd oor a', as he said; 18500|Then, gin he didna thank her for her care, 18500|She wadna heed na a word he had say; 18500|So he kentna whissle, an' tak his bow-- 18500|The first verse o' his chaplaincy; 18500|But what she wish'd for, he had naething to spare: 18500|Though she gied him that, an' mair or mair he'd mak, 18500|She would na let him ken why he had nae 18500|Her honour on her own tak him: 18500|I've written in my _Scottish Review_ now and then, 18500|To gie him tae be bauld, or taen outright, 18500|For a' his shillin, for a' his shillin, 18500|An' a' his ghoens in his ghoens; 18500|An' he gies his bodie his lane-- 18500|But, gin tae, he get it in ae tae, 18500|Wi' ae sheen o' the arm o' her he leant. 18500|But, gin hie him tae the court, 18500|O he's to wear his best o' a' 18500|Gawn, an', gin she be blest and she're blest, 18500|She'll be his wife, my bairn. 18500|Wi' her ye may say, 18500|That ne'er mair mair in court's a fool; 18500|But that's not the wight 18500|Ye may confine him to, 18500|For he's the lord o' his ain, 18500|Wi' a' his power o' womanly grace 18500|An' charm o' womanly wiles, 18500|An' wifely goodness o'er his kind, 18500|An' honest face o' manhood. 18500|An' there's ane up there, 18500|That's sure to fa', 18500|For her he's a braw, braw birkman's man, 18500|An' ay the gudewife she'll wed, 18 ======================================== SAMPLE 13330 ======================================== 8672|The little white-sailed ship 8672|Clambers round its freight 8672|Upon the rippling tide 8672|But not for home may come 8672|The little white-sailed ship. 8672|The little white-sailed ship 8672|Makes home its home at last 8672|Where none but ships may go 8672|But not for home may come the little white-sailed ship. 8672|Till from the waves it swings, 8672|Till, borne along by wind, 8672|It glides along the tide 8672|Where none but ships may go 8672|But not for home may come the little white-sailed ship. 8672|'Tis he that's a sailor's man, 8672|'Tis he that's great at games; 8672|But he's a sailor's man in his heart that fears not God; 8672|The sea that he sails upon 8672|Will suit him just as well 8672|As the sea that he steers upon. 8672|'Tis he that's a sailor's man, 8672|'Tis he that's strong for a while, 8672|But his nerves are worn and his fingers are old, 8672|And oft he's troubled in mind 8672|By thoughts he can ne'er put by, 8672|As he thinks where he may be soon or late. 8672|'Tis he that's a sailor's man, 8672|'Tis he that's proud with a girl, 8672|But he's proud with a girl as his heart grows old, 8672|'Tis a sailor's life to serve and to pray 8672|While there's fire in the sea for to laugh at sin, 8672|And the wind in the wave for to cheer and to flow. 8672|'Tis he that's a sailor's man, 8672|'Tis he that's gay with young things, 8672|But he's young as his years to forget him, and young: 8672|And the fires of his heart will not warm again 8672|While the dews of his youth and forsworn are gone. 8672|'Tis he that's a sailor's man, 8672|'Tis he that's great in the field, 8672|But his mind is weak with toil of his body, and old: 8672|And he'll fail as a sailor's man 8672|If his soul is not sharpened to bear more than he can. 8672|"When the fire is out and the fog is in 8672|The way of the wind, in its turn 8672|It will make for him for the dead, 8672|The little white-sailed ship." 8672|He was glad with the love that he bore 8672|From her dead eyes, his own eyes' love; 8672|She was gay in her death to take pity on him, 8672|And his heart grew warm with the sorrowful peace that went by. 8672|"When the smoke is out and the fog is in 8672|We have lived but an hour together," he said, 8672|"Now let us be for ever silent, friend," 8672|And on the shore no word fell ere he died. 8672|"When the smoke is out and the fog is in 8672|We have lived but an hour together," said he, 8672|"Now let us be for ever silent, friend." 8672|She went and was gone in the dawning and ere it was light, 8672|And lo! he's left a little empty house and a grave. 8672|She gone and been gone in the dawning and ere it was light, 8672|And lo! he's left a little empty house and a grave. 8672|He was weary of being "walled about," with the dead; 8672|He'd had his time, it might be, and he'd gone to die, 8672|And he's bored of hearing a footstep in the gloom, 8672|And no more fears a stranger tread upon his clay; 8672|And he's bored of the old town, where all the faces pale, 8672|And the ghosts sit on the pavements, like ghosts of the dead. 8672|The road, the road, 8672|The road that's ever red; 8672|The little yellow-banked ======================================== SAMPLE 13340 ======================================== 30332|Then, turning, down the dark path, he found her gone 30332|And with a sigh he went, and found her gone. 30332|Over the hills and far away; 30332|Down to the sea the stars were swinging, 30332|Under the moon was every ship. 30332|Oh, 'twas lonely then, and lonely still, 30332|And yet her brother took no thought, 30332|But turned to her with tears in his eyes, 30332|And told her of the sea-sands green. 30332|And still the waves rolled on, and still 30332|She wept and wept, and bowed her head, 30332|Till they were gone--aye, all gone, 30332|And yet her brother thought of her. 30332|O, 'twas strange to look upon a face 30332|That was not painted well and true, 30332|Wherein the beauty shone and glowed; 30332|Strange so to see a face we knew 30332|That was but painted wrong and dim; 30332|Strange, but more sweet a thousandfold 30332|To find the sweet-smiling one. 30332|And as the hours crept by it grew-- 30332|For one brief moment she, too, fled, 30332|And sought the night afar and deep; 30332|Till in a land unknown she came 30332|Beyond the world's long reaches nigh; 30332|Beside a forest where there grew 30332|The fruits of a fairy clime. 30332|There, in the glad wild of the Spring 30332|The maiden sat down in a rapture, 30332|And in the fruit her face she cast, 30332|And there she sighed and looked about. 30332|A strange voice sang within her ear, 30332|And all the world, that once she loved, 30332|Was changed, and a strange voice was her own, 30332|And ever that voice sang away. 30332|The maiden's heart was young and warm, 30332|And ever again the song would come, 30332|And in her heart it sang the same: 30332|"O happy, happy, happy year!" 30332|Then through her hair the fire-flowers fell, 30332|And out she drew the hair she loved, 30332|And all the bright world looked aghast, 30332|And the wild-flowers in her hand. 30332|All that the world could find she knew; 30332|All that she would not, could not, tell, 30332|They filled the song-birds' notes together, 30332|That she might hear once more for cheer. 30332|But she had known too oft and too deeply 30332|A life of aching and of dread 30332|Upon the threshold of great change. 30332|Again, aloft on that high tower, 30332|Wherein the world was wont to wait, 30332|She watched the light clouds go by, 30332|And then she wept, and looked above. 30332|On a strange face she saw the stars 30332|Lift up their torches to the breeze 30332|That looked on the earth and the sea, 30332|And on the sky and all the sea. 30332|And then, aloft on that high tower, 30332|There seemed a voice in the white cold sea, 30332|That murmured the same thing as she: 30332|"Woe is me, the very wind 30332|That I who had been so glad 30332|That I had seen her breath, 30332|Kneel down the sea and die, 30332|Or thou, unblest by bliss, 30332|That art my earthly God, 30332|And hast become so mean, 30332|That thou hast given up the ghost, 30332|Thy love hath taken fire 30332|And thou art fain to die." 30332|"O mother, it is not so," 30332|Said the strange voice in the sea, 30332|"Death of man is nothing great, 30332|But what we give, is well. 30332|"And, if the world had been less 30332|Of his own will, he might 30332|Have lived the life he took, 30332|For all its good in a day, 30332|Was but his morning-grey, ======================================== SAMPLE 13350 ======================================== 1471|As a bird in the air 1471|With an open wing 1471|That is all unbound, 1471|A window of desire 1471|That is wide open. 1471|The wings of the bird are 1471|A shadow that hangs 1471|And spreads all night 1471|Behind the wings of the bird. 1471|The wings of the bird are 1471|Their shadow that hides. 1471|That is the end. 1471|The wings of the bird are 1471|What is all night 1471|For birds and their wings 1471|From the window of desire?" 1471|The poet, after having played a brief part in "King Charles I." 1471|The poet, who has now passed twenty years beyond his due, 1471|has an inborn instinct for drawing his own beauties out, 1471|in spite of many obstacles. 1471|"Who is the master of that silence which has grown between 1471|the sun and earth? The man who is the master of this silence, 1471|is a master of heaven and earth, 1471|And his own image, or a likeness of his, is his law. 1471|It is the power of the sun, not of himself. The master is the 1471|wind." 1471|Yet, although it is not easy to show to what degree a poem, 1471|whatever its nature, can be the sole safeguard of that which it 1471|contains, it is safe to say that it is always less perilous than 1471|the unbroken tranquillity of silence which we find in nature. 1471|And even though in our taste and expression it may be difficult to 1471|call our poem a "fantastic imagination." The poem may be, 1471|though it be written in the same style as Dante's, and the same 1471|inventions or pictures, and the same allusions, and the allusion 1471|to reality; and even though the reader may go about his daily 1471|work with a certain eagerness, and get, perchance, a good 1471|nurture of the subject, a perception that the invention of the author 1471|was nothing but a mere artistic recreation of life or of life 1471|in its present incarnation. 1471|"The soul that is no soul at all 1471|Knows not the beauty of itself, 1471|It is the mirror of the Self, 1471|The eye, the ear, the organ, and the organ 1471|That the soul needs. It is to the soul 1471|As a mirror to the soul its aspect, 1471|And its voice to the voice of the soul." 1471|It was in feeling this, in feeling that, in a certain sort of 1471|"And the soul that is no soul is immortal; 1471|It is not destroyed by death. Its life 1471|Is immortal, and is not curtailed, 1471|But multiplied by the number of its brethren. 1471|Its portion is its own most lofty heaven." 1471|It is in looking, in feeling this, in being, in the real 1471|One cannot help remembering that poets and the men who have 1471|"He was not born, but he must be, so that who was born 1471|He should have the power to know, or a little wisdom." 1471|And what is the difference?-- 1471|"The one by his great gift, the other by his will." 1471|This is the poet's judgment: 1471|"I have not learned my lesson, 1471|Nor the secret of this, 1471|But I shall never know my lesson, 1471|Know I must serve or rebel, 1471|Know I must or say or do: 1471|Be all the king, or be all the man. 1471|The man by his gifts; 1471|To be the king 'tis better 1471|Than best. 1471|Not make myself the king; 1471|But have my will for master, 1471|And say and do the thing." 1471|There is an idea which is quite foreign from that of Milton: 1471|"Now he that has not taught 1471|Must read in books, 1471|But who knows what he says 1471|Or does to others?" 1471|"He may not give orders;" ======================================== SAMPLE 13360 ======================================== 28666|And one young girl--she said she was going out to dinner 28666|(You had better ask her how she knew!) 28666|And the old man took his leave and the old folks all 28666|Grew old, and they died of heart-ache and disease. 28666|And the new house was a place of dark things, I know, 28666|Where the walls were gables, and the roof on the house's face 28666|Was a roof that was thin as lead, 28666|And the houses were old; 28666|And we, the children, were poor; 28666|For when we were grown to man's estate 28666|We were all united by common law. 28666|One day I was sick and had no bread, 28666|So I took and left bread to eat 28666|And the man who owned the farm in the house 28666|Did not have it. 28666|So they took all of my bread, 28666|So all my bread. 28666|The old man and his sons 28666|Fled the yard to where the wheat was growing. 28666|They went looking for wheat, 28666|But the field was barren and they could not find it 28666|They went looking for wheat, 28666|So they took and left bread to eat 28666|And the man who owned the farm in the house, 28666|The old man of the house, 28666|And his sons; 28666|But I could not find 28666|The wheat on the land--and now I am dead! 28666|"Hushaby" _Charles Scribner's Sons_. 28666|"Hoot-haw-gurl" _The Daily Worker_ 28666|"Huzza! huzza!" _The New Republic_ 28666|"I like those two red things 28666|Wherein I find my joy" 28666|"I will sing you a song, 28666|The song of little Tom Dacre, 28666|So little Tom Dacre" 28666|"I never knew nor heard," 28666|Cried the boy; 28666|"Nor ever had a fear 28666|Nor dreamed a sin. 28666|"I never knew nor knew, 28666|And I am his age old," 28666|Said the girl; 28666|"So sure of his cheating 28666|I never knew," 28666|Said the boy; 28666|"Let us go drive." 28666|And the night was dark, 28666|And they drove to a certain church, 28666|Where the Pastor had a large pulpit. 28666|They went to a door 28666|That was shut; 28666|When the door swung open 28666|They saw the Pastor and his child. 28666|"Oh, you shap from the dust, 28666|This child that you are, 28666|Is that your dear Papa-- 28666|He died for your sake?" 28666|Said the girl to the boy, 28666|"That we are, 28666|My dear Papa's child. 28666|I am Papa's child." 28666|"You are my dear baby, 28666|My poor little child." 28666|"And I am his wife; 28666|I will try to help the child 28666|While he lives." 28666|So he gave her a ring, 28666|And they said Amen, 28666|And they said, "We'll see it again." 28665|A song about the sea 28665|A song about the hill 28665|A song about the sand 28665|A song about the drift 28665|The sea-gulls go 28665|A man that was always young 28665|The sea comes over the sea 28665|How it will seem when all is done 28665|A song about the sky 28665|A story of an old bough 28665|The wind and the waves 28665|A little girl with a kiss and call 28665|The white gulls sit on the beach 28665|The wind is a stranger to the field 28665| ======================================== SAMPLE 13370 ======================================== 1304|I must be gone, for I am weak; 1304|For if I go I ne'er shall see 1304|My child, and my sweetheart, and houseless wife. 1304|Yet it were faire, being buried here, 1304|To lie on th' same green grass with sleep; 1304|But sure I am they'll come again, 1304|To see if 'twas not buried awhile. 1304|O say not yet one little word! 1304|To tell them how your heart hath grieve'd 1304|Might make my sorrow less and lessen. 1304|'Twas in the very hour I lo'ed her most, 1304|That thou didst say one sorrow fairer; 1304|Now thou art changing, and the same, 1304|And therefore most to suffer! 1304|O! that is why my thoughts still stray 1304|Where'er I may my child and I have be. 1304|What is the spell that you are weaving there 1304|That no one can interrupt or break? 1304|That no one, save your child alone, 1304|Can ever leave the spell unsung? 1304|No?--that's not well. 1304|What, see! you would not tell us why? 1304|Let lies and deceit we gladly trust. 1304|No?--'twas your wish. 1304|If there be something in falsehoods lies 1304|As true as winds, or clouds, or sunshine, 1304|Or all honest things, then that their truth 1304|Still shines through all the coming years, 1304|Yours, and our own. 1304|It is a thing we deem as right 1304|And good, to let all falsehoods flow 1304|Out of our mouths and tongues uncurled 1304|When our two souls are united 1304|In the union of one man. 1304|Nay, that was well. 1304|And now, our hearts' true trust in all things 1304|Is in our one man, and the rest 1304|Are lies and slanders, hatched in darkness 1304|Under the soft, green, quiet sky. 1304|The world to me seems ended day, 1304|Since this last lying lie is told 1304|That you are left to lie alone, 1304|With none to comfort or defence, 1304|But each unto his Maker dear. 1304|What then? how shall your griefs be eased-- 1304|Oh, how can love but leave a sting-- 1304|Now that your faith's fair Queen is slain-- 1304|And he who nursed you, in the end, 1304|Must be all barren, barren, barren? 1304|No more, no more. 1304|Alone?--that too was well. 1304|No?--'twas only in the after-hours 1304|That the sweet hours of pleasure fled-- 1304|And a world's bliss in the passing gleam 1304|Of your eyes may now be all forgotten. 1304|Come to-night?--ah, that would be sweet! 1304|There would be light in your eyes once more 1304|To read the names of the loved in vain. 1304|No?--that were better than the past. 1304|Come?--ah, that would be sweet! 1304|Come, let us say good-by! 1304|And let us go apart, each to-night. 1304|No! that were worse than mad, better this: 1304|The long-past hour is not yet past. 1304|Come, let us say good-by! 1304|Come closer and kiss me! 1304|Oh, the old, old kiss! 1304|It wakes a memory sweet e'er dead, 1304|That wakes it, even as a dream; 1304|And oh, the old, old kiss! 1304|And may I think, in some far-off land, 1304|That I shall kiss it where I lie 1304|Among the palm-trees of the shore, 1304|Down by the far-off sea's blue billow. 1304|Come, let us say good-by! 1304|The world and her children laugh, 1304|And life's heart leaps 'neath every breath 1304|Of air that ======================================== SAMPLE 13380 ======================================== 1287|A mighty crowd, with shouts and clatterings, 1287|Ahead of them. Then, in order due 1287|They march, and every man his weapon 1287|Conducts, and, as the crowd growl on, 1287|They close above, and so prepare 1287|The slaughter; in a round they fly, 1287|They close behind, and with the cry,-- 1287|Alike for life or death and their grave-day,-- 1287|Each one he tries his utmost to slay, 1287|His fellow-murderer to destroy. 1287|Away afield they fly with cries and clamour, 1287|And shoutings, and clatterings louder and louder, 1287|Till the ground is dyed a deep red! 1287|A day on the waggon is resting, 1287|Walking slowly towards the city, 1287|Singing, as it, all the while, sings, 1287|Singing with the sound of human cries; 1287|"We, brothers! we, brothers! what have we done? 1287|Singing, as it, all the while, sings, 1287|Singing with the sound of human cries." 1287|Away he runs, and, as he passes, 1287|Sings hoarsely as he sweeps by,-- 1287|"Songs, as it, all the while, sings, 1287|Songs, as it, all the while, sings." 1287|On the plains behind him march the peasants, 1287|And, from the city-gate the people. 1287|And the peasants laugh, the people sob, 1287|And, from the city-gate the people weep; 1287|The city-gates are closed and guarded 1287|By the spears of iron-banded men, 1287|From the gates of the realm of the dead. 1287|To the city-gate his march he hastens, 1287|And, to the city-gate, too, flies he 1287|The youth without a song! 1287|Then the burghers all raise a shout 1287|That soars far through the city-gate, 1287|The city-gates are closed and guarded 1287|By the spears of iron-banded men. 1287|Then the people crowd about the guard, 1287|Cling to the steed with drooping head; 1287|Cling to the man, with eyes averted, 1287|Who comes through the city-gate alone. 1287|Who is he that, on feet like stone, 1287|Rests like a mortal? 1287|He that stands erect like earth, 1287|No longer then appears he. 1287|That fair youth seems, in his bearing, 1287|And his eyes so wide and black! 1287|That young man, with his hand folded 1287|In the folds of the man in black, 1287|Is the noble and bold-hearted 1287|And the very young and bold; 1287|Who the young soldier can subdue, 1287|Will his comrades soon destroy. 1287|Hark, now an uproar fills the place, 1287|And all is ringing with shouts; 1287|'Tis the youth that must now prevail 1287|Against the ruthless foes! 1287|The old man now the crowd confounds, 1287|And flings him on the ground; 1287|He is in such great perplexity, 1287|That he cannot turn but looks 1287|And sees himself in the midst 1287|Of his brothers two and three! 1287|How he looks and feels, I cannot tell, 1287|But that his eyes roll round. 1287|And now his eyes roll round; 1287|O, he's caught by the shoulders, who? 1287|That's the boy who's in the midst! 1287|He turns him from the path, with fright, 1287|And on the ground he clings; 1287|Then shouts, in anger, his comrades, 1287|"Away, you dogs, away!" 1287|And they whip, and they pull, and they curse 1287|With all their might, 1287|And he sighs, "O God!" and he chases 1287|Through the streets a frantic cry. 1287|Now he speeds in ======================================== SAMPLE 13390 ======================================== 18500|When in our hearts the lark is singing, 18500|And the sun and the rising moon 18500|Are in our breast; 18500|'Tis the hour of our delight, 18500|And we cannot be merry 18500|Without the night. 18500|When the rosy-finger'd morn is breaking, 18500|And lovers walk abroad in the light of the fire; 18500|When the blushing mower's power is done, 18500|And the shearer's turn upon his weary hook; 18500|When the brawling worm has him in thrall, 18500|And the young graht wooer free from the lass, 18500|All in their dainty cups they have brimm'd, 18500|And will never be broil'd again: 18500|'Tis the hour of our delight, 18500|And we cannot be merry 18500|Without the night. 18500|Then let us kiss and make merry, 18500|We are wild, we are weary, 18500|We are worn out with loving, 18500|And with weal and woe we've passing 18500|Behold the golden days advancing, 18500|All in their beauty hastening; 18500|And never a sorrow passing 18500|For ever is lingering! 18500|We'll see the stars rise over us, 18500|We'll see the stars decline us, 18500|But the eyes of the blessed 18500|Will be brighter, and deeper, 18500|A fuller, and truer, 18500|When we've looked on the Good Guide. 18500|Then let us kiss and make merry, 18500|We are wild, we are weary, 18500|We are wearied with loving, 18500|And we shall long for the Sweet. 18500|When life's golden morning breaks, 18500|And fair and sweetly it dies, 18500|Like a fay the world has left us 18500|It passes away. 18500|When sorrow's fled, and grief's crushed down, 18500|All happy is that hour; 18500|With music most sweet 't will be 18500|To tell o'er the fair day. 18500|When life's golden sunshine's gone, 18500|And all that was good's forgot; 18500|By that high-standing yet unstained, 18500|Which none but he may meet. 18500|Then let us kiss and make merry, 18500|We are wild, we are weary, 18500|We are wearied with loving, 18500|And we'll die without the night. 18500|The piper play'd a good fat tune, 18500|And then he spied a lassie, O! 18500|He played her a few bars, and then, 18500|He played her a fat gig. 18500|The piper play'd a brave fat tune, 18500|And then he went and married her, 18500|And left her him a gilliflai'n. 18500|But while she was in woful ditty, 18500|He was in the cuckoo chorus. 18500|'Now I a' fashion will, my bonnie lass, 18500|And a' baith braw and wrap, Nannie'; 18500|And so they wed--but where's the good o' that? 18500|Or ever noon was, and e'en now is, gowd! 18500|For I ha' paid the piper inniquities 18500|The death of a braw wife o' late. 18500|Yet ever as age and years increase, 18500|They add grace and beauty to the heart, 18500|And make a man for heaven and earth above 18500|In every sex and age. 18500|But O! how I mourn the passing of the gay, 18500|Who early and late with God and nature strive; 18500|And when the soul shall find its earthly seat, 18500|Then what will fortune say to such a pair, 18500|And bury the dead clay! 18500|Tune--"_This is no my ain house._" 18500|O whare'er my wandering, weary feet 18500|Mists a' my fancy on ilka trail, 18500|Awa' like a king I cheerly rove, 18500|F ======================================== SAMPLE 13400 ======================================== 20238|Is like to perish in his last, best, rest 20238|He may not miss it, nor his children see. 20238|We may not dream of all the other ends; 20238|There is but one of every kind of love 20238|That makes no vow by deed alone, but words. 20238|We tell him stories, we renew the story 20238|In poems, as old as the world itself; 20238|And in a word, our own love has made 20238|That heart so full of meaning that even with a sigh 20238|It breaks against us and we are not afraid. 20238|But though all men may love all the days of their life, 20238|The love of the mother that makes all life sweet; 20238|It is not that love with such high purpose comes, 20238|And is not to be found but in love that is dear; 20238|It is the woman within the woman, 20238|And not the lover without the time for repentance. 20238|The woman, who gives him her own heart, 20238|The woman who makes his voice her own, 20238|The woman who loves him with a love more warm, 20238|And only has his heart for his own, 20238|Is truly a wise thing, though to her true 20238|Belong any folly that is born of her pride. 20238|The woman, who loves him with strong faith, 20238|Forgets that Love is a love that is blind; 20238|Forgets he who hath called man her friend, 20238|Till he hath counted his own blood the price of speech. 20238|The woman, who hath called man friend of all, 20238|To whom the gods were at an armistice, 20238|Hath hearkened not when on the battle-plain 20238|She held her children's blood more precious than air. 20238|And thus is the woman, though her heart be young, 20238|Woman that men call wise, the oldest of wise. 20238|The mother's child is the fairest flower; 20238|And the child that hath no father's name, 20238|Is fairer far than any that hath been. 20238|He was a hunter,--and his name was John, 20238|He said he was the greatest hound that ever was. 20238|He and his mother went up yonder on the mountain-side; 20238|Anon he was a knight among the merry merry lords, 20238|And the great lion of the forest called them his lords. 20238|He was a hunter that fell in love with May, 20238|For they had seen the rising of the coming of the sun. 20238|She went to the fen to hunt deer, and the deer she killed, 20238|Till her hound ran up in her ear, and so did John too. 20238|She was a shepherd, with his sheep she filled 20238|With milk, when the little maids went in anally; 20238|But when the milk ran out, and the dam was but a child, 20238|She called for her own milk, and bade her to keep away. 20238|She went by the river's side, beside the mill, 20238|To take the water to her husband down at Hatteras; 20238|But there came a stranger to her, and kissed her, and said, 20238|"You must stay where you are, or there away from me!" 20238|She went to the mill to take the water-jug, 20238|But it broke, and she fell a-dangling in the mill-water. 20238|She went by the river's side, beside the mill, 20238|To wash her body away, and wash her white soul away. 20238|"Go fetch to me a pair of ox-ches|," cried poor Miss Muffet, taking her shirt. 20238|Just then the maid Mabel came in with her basket of clothes. 20238|"I am so dirty," said Miss Muffet, "I'd better go out." 20238|"Come, sit down, my pretty child," said little Robin-green. 20238|"No, no. I won't, for I'm very tired," said little Robin-brown. 20238|There were two little boys with two little brown heads 20238|Came up to Father Nick. 20238|"What are you going to do with ======================================== SAMPLE 13410 ======================================== A hundred furlongs from the pier, 37648|And the water around was as dry as a nail, 37648|I watched him, and then I went ashore. 37648|"The storm is on the deep," he repeated, 37648|And that's what I heard along the storm-tost shore; 37648|"The wind is on the deep," he repeated, 37648|(I wish I had been ashore when he began). 37648|His voice was thick and shrill, but it said it all; 37648|"The wind is on the deep." He repeated, 37648|And that's what I heard along the storm-tost coast. 37648|"And who is in the dark with you?" said he; 37648|"Ah, well I know," said I, "I am with you still." 37648|He stood and laughed, "You will hear this to the death; 37648|And who is in the dark with you?" said he, 37648|"Why who, my friend, from the deep, 37648|As soon as night is born, 37648|When none but birds and fish with gladness may hear? 37648|You have seen the birds and fish I have made known, 37648|So come into the open light, 37648|And let the deep tell what things they will say 37648|Before you have your quiet night." 37648|"Now the dark shall be in the light," he said, 37648|"When the clouds lie thick and dark; 37648|The birds and fishes in their haunts shalt find, 37648|And they shall talk about them there; 37648|When the wind and storm, and water, break and roar 37648|They shall not dare to take ill heed. 37648|For if I should think, when I had seen you first, 37648|That your thoughts were of me then, 37648|In those words you would not utter one, not two, 37648|In your speech I trust you will not find 37648|What so I have said in your mind, dear friend. 37648|"My friend," quoth he, "she loves you, may be, I'll allow 37648|She loves you--for she was the first 37648|That loved you, though she's now gone." 37648|O, there was hope, in that wild talk, 37648|That hope was happy, and there he 37648|Took it, and knew it by his heart 37648|Was as the sun that lighted it on, 37648|And as a boy's tongue in his brain 37648|Pulsed like the wind, and made him wise, 37648|And hope and patience taught him trust 37648|In his own heart and his own will. 37648|But when the storm, that blew in the North, 37648|Ralled the sea, deep in snow and sleet, 37648|He had no ship and was not bold, 37648|And left the sailors, in tears and fears, 37648|That found him on the rocky shore, 37648|Because he said, "I am with you still 37648|Till night has gathered the stormy shroud." 37648|They left him there and went aboard, 37648|Lest he should die in their grief, 37648|And on the day when they came home, 37648|He was not there: some ship was lost 37648|Among the stormy seas at sea. 37648|Oh, happy was the ship, when lost, 37648|And happy would they have been! 37648|The joyous heart of a young lover 37648|Is hard to hold or chase, 37648|With the sweet world, that comes to cheer him, 37648|So hard it seems to part. 37648|As they sat in the garden one day, 37648|A woman came with the news, 37648|"I 'm your kind but strange kind-heart lover," 37648|I said; "and my heart is yours. 37648|"I 'm your kind but strange kind-heart lover, 37648|Your love is mine, not yours. 37648|"I do not say you are wrong, or right, or right, 37648|Yet if you say you are wrong, 37648|It is the same, alas! that I say you are right, 37648|It is the same, alas, that I say you are right; 37 ======================================== SAMPLE 13420 ======================================== 2130|And, in this time, thou art grown 2130|More gentle. 2130|In my time, too, when I was young, 2130|In my time, thy gentle hand 2130|Ruled earth. I did not ask to see 2130|His image;--I trusted to hear 2130|His voice with those who worshipped him, 2130|And felt that if we parted then, 2130|The angel stately should be near, 2130|With a golden chain to show the way, 2130|And a soft hand, that could have pleased 2130|The heart of many;--but I feel 2130|That that is over: my heart has grown 2130|More quiet, and the old world shrunk, 2130|And my spirit shrinks not from the sound 2130|Of those clear clarions, but resounds 2130|Like that of a thousand hosts around, 2130|And the storm-wind of Eternity. 2130|Now only I can hear thy voice 2130|Who once were wont to love us so-- 2130|The voice of that sweet voice, alone, 2130|Which had not yet begun to cease, 2130|Yet is gone far beyond that time, 2130|Past hope of forgetting, and gone 2130|Past thought of all regrets, which yet 2130|Must have its sorrow, and its doom, 2130|Which can never come true, nor so long. 2130|Oh, never again may I behold 2130|That image of thine, in some wild way, 2130|Whose image now shall hold me in fear! 2130|There's a voice which, in the dark 2130|Nor heaven nor hell could find, 2130|Shall break the silence of my heart, 2130|Or break the soul of song. 2130|That voice shall not be heard, 2130|In the day or the night, 2130|Where Death's dim vision shall not shine, 2130|Nor the phantom-wind complain. 2130|God and his angels, then, 2130|Who wait by angels hear, 2130|Let me not ask a thing to die 2130|Which is not given to me. 2130|A dream of thee, on either hand! 2130|But no! each dream that dies 2130|Dies not in thy sweet and dying tone; 2130|For none can live for long 2130|Who dreams not sweet things can die. 2130|A lovely light is in God's eyes, 2130|And in his hand no power is found 2130|To harm an innocent and free heart; 2130|But man, who dares to live in thee, 2130|Would be an angel-slave at last, 2130|If e'er he touched thy hand again 2130|Or touched thy smile again, 2130|And thou wert free to kiss again 2130|The lips of a dear dead friend. 2130|But, if thou wilt be free no more, 2130|But cast thy spirit down to hell, 2130|And die, as those did once, to rise, 2130|Wilt thou not then give up thy right? 2130|Not one of all mankind shall share 2130|Thy golden garments and thy throne; 2130|And one and all shall be 2130|To thee and sin no joys or pain! 2130|Thou'lt hate the stars as much as they, 2130|And tremble at the moon and sun, 2130|Because thou hast been tempted yet; 2130|And he that has been chosen, 2130|He can not live without thee! 2130|And he that loves another, 2130|Love still hath made him a slave 2130|Who made the rest obeys with pain: 2130|For he hath had thy beauty, 2130|And loved with thee his being grew. 2130|Thou hast brought back the shadow and shade, 2130|The sorrow and the gloom, the wrong and shame; 2130|Thy wounds and follies I have seen, 2130|And in my sorrow I have bled. 2130|I am as nothing now as I was then, 2130|But with myself I am one in bondage: 2130|The man was a good man in his day 2130|But thou art more than that, thou God of love! 2130|And so, ======================================== SAMPLE 13430 ======================================== 27221|The world is not so vast, nor yet so strange, 27221|Nor so exalted and so great. 27221|And 'tis a curious fact, if all 27221|Can yet be triumphantly deemed, 27221|The world is not so great, nor yet 27221|So large, though, strange? as when such seemed. 27221|"When the bright stars of night and morn 27221|And every rising starry star, 27221|All that shines on earth, or lurks above, 27221|And every breeze with airy breath, 27221|All that moves with rest in motion, 27221|And every sense with manifold powers, 27221|All that is holy in thy breast, 27221|Shine on this fairest, brightest orb, 27221|And the world's vast circumference 27221|Ring on her. 27221|"O! let those souls who live in space, 27221|And all those souls whose paths are round 27221|Be ever so enamoured of that bright 27221|Emblem of thy sweet home below. 27221|And if it find a portion small 27221|Of the immortal, and free ray, 27221|Shine on it and unalterate. 27221|"What makes us most unhappy, love, 27221|What's the dearest of the earth to thee? 27221|Or what to us seems lowest, oh! 27221|What is lowest that's justly dear?" 27221|"The dearest of the earth to me 27221|Is this fairer realm below; 27221|This purer heaven, through whose blue veil 27221|The spirits see, as in a glass, 27221|The things that ne'er fade from the sight. 27221|No damps and no vapors rise, 27221|Or change their brightness, ever flow 27221|Far from the human brain, 27221|From earth remov'd, or in the bosom fix'd 27221|Of ether still, more light divine, 27221|Rises, and makes our earthly skies 27221|More bright, and verdure spreads around. 27221|"And what, though less of heaven is near; 27221|And what remote and dark the shades 27221|That veil the soul of thought from sense? 27221|We feel but in the present moment,-- 27221|That's the essence of delight; 27221|And yet no vision to our eyes 27221|Reminds the sense to wander on, 27221|But shapes of things, or men, or beasts, 27221|Or the like phantoms, images 27221|That life sees in the heart, but not; 27221|And this same heart, that's fain to hold 27221|The apple of its rind, doth feel 27221|Most warmly when, or why, or when not, 27221|Like Adam's, it was formed to feel. 27221|"And thus we please, and thus content, 27221|Although this fairest joy be such, 27221|Where thoughts are free to range as they please. 27221|Ah! if the human heart have need 27221|Of arts, ere yet those raptures e'er 27221|Can be content; then must it grieve 27221|To share its liberty with thee. 27221|"How vain soever may be found 27221|The human soul, whene'er it breathes, 27221|And loves, and wishes, hopes, and yearns, 27221|It cannot seem in spirit else 27221|Where Adam's was such raptur'd soul. 27221|O! had the Heavens that mantled him 27221|Made other, nobler, far more fair, 27221|More artful, more submissive claim 27221|The human heart than with thee now! 27221|"The human heart it loves alone, 27221|And loves in all the varying forms 27221|Which Fancy hath supplied it; there 27221|There only shines what eye can see. 27221|And this it cannot be if seen 27221|Through all the various circles thence 27221|To that eternal seat of love, 27221|The same. For as this is not so, 27221|'Tis not the love of either sphere. 27221|If 'tis the love of heav'n on high, 27221|Or of the soul of ======================================== SAMPLE 13440 ======================================== 28591|Behold, the glory of the world! 28591|For earth is smiling now to think 28591|What glorious morns must yet be hers, 28591|For all the deeds of those beyond 28591|Who never lived before! 28591|The stars are down, 28591|But a star 28591|Still meets the sun 28591|In glory, shining. 28591|A star is born 28591|No matter how 28591|The cares that be 28591|Are far too great 28591|To ever make her happy. 28591|What I have heard 28591|Is the wind 28591|Making such a sound; 28591|And I hear a star 28591|Making it a song. 28591|But there is no wind, 28591|Nor sun, 28591|Nor stars, nor song, 28591|And no one I hear 28591|Tells me where she may be. 28591|I cannot reach 28591|My love's abode, 28591|But I'll seek it-- 28591|The farther I go, 28591|The clearer it becomes; 28591|And the farther it's made, 28591|The clearer, oh! ever clearer. 28591|Far-sighted souls 28591|Never see 28591|The light 28591|And the shadow that move 28591|The ways of day. 28591|I shall not go 28591|But I'll stay 28591|While the days go by; 28591|Yet I hear in the distance 28591|The sound of her soul-music. 28591|And a star 28591|Pleads for me 28591|Away from the way, 28591|And I hear in the distance, 28591|But she is gone. 28591|Then I say 28591|"I cannot ask her, 28591|But I'll stay 28591|While the days go on. 28591|And the farther it goes, 28591|The more I've heard and seen. 28591|And the farther it's made, 28591|The clearer I hear and see." 28591|"It is time to part." 28591|Says the moon 28591|In the dark, 28591|From her nightly sleep; 28591|And I hear in the distance 28591|The voice of the wind: 28591|"Time to part! 28591|I watch the night, 28591|I wait impatiently, 28591|And she is gone." 28591|The stars are back in the skies; 28591|Night creeps into the silent sky; 28591|The starry firmament burns bright; 28591|There is a light that is not light. 28591|A voice is crying in the night; 28591|It is not voice, it is not cry; 28591|The stars are bright; but the voice is dim-- 28591|A voice that is not voice, but cries. 28591|There is a light that is not light; 28591|This is the way of the world to be: 28591|The world to be--of light or of night, 28591|The light in the clouds or the cry in the night. 28591|I know a spot where no wind will blow, 28591|And I could stand in the sun all day. 28591|I know a bed where no spider will creep, 28591|And I could lie down all night for rest. 28591|I know a place where I'd like to sleep 28591|All night through, and the wind and the rain. 28591|I would be silent--I would not move. 28591|There is a land where all things go wrong; 28591|To it and the rest of the dead, I go. 28591|There is a land that forgets the name 28591|Of the things it has forgotten--too late. 28591|There is a land, alas! that forgets the name 28591|Of the things it has known. I think it is true 28591|It forgets of all things by the day. 28591|There is a land that forgets the name 28591|Of the things it might have been, if the world 28591|I remember, and the world it might have been 28591|Had not been a dream, a prayer, a dream. 28591|There is a sea; and when it ======================================== SAMPLE 13450 ======================================== 1279|To the young lady I've a secret-- 1279|Poor Willie's father's dead an' gone; 1279|An' poor dear lad, I wadna gie 1279|To chaps o' baptism a new grave. 1279|I'll bring him back like an undying flame, 1279|Or like a blushing, lusty lass: 1279|But a' the laws, that I can make, 1279|Will make his bonnie bairns to mourn. 1279|My bairns will gae to my lodging-house, 1279|When the morrow dawns the white-folks green, 1279|An' ither ladies, an' they not wy, 1279|Will tak ae door-key to their maist; 1279|For me, lassie, I've a secret weel- 1279|That shall nae more to me be said; 1279|But, lassie, I'll be owre on the green, 1279|In the sweet meadows o' bonnie Doon. 1279|Then I'll tak a cao the bonnie shade, 1279|Whare the white-plants o' Doon grow; 1279|An' the lass that's most in love with me, 1279|I maun kiss an' cao the same. 1279|Then heigh, my laddie! take good thought; 1279|Thou'll hae cause to laugh an' quaff, 1279|When the warl' is gane to the thritt, 1279|Which brings us both in aff. 1279|O waefu'! my heart I will leave, 1279|Till the gude dead be creeping by; 1279|Then waefu' my heart, &c. 1279|Till his last dark hour comes round, 1279|An' the funeral dirges be moaning, 1279|Then waefu' my heart, &c. 1279|Till my last tear drop bursts frae me, 1279|An' I sit in a' the press, 1279|Spurrin' wi' rage, though my heart's sae saft, 1279|And the last tear falls shy. 1279|Then waefu' my heart, &c. 1279|'Mak's us our mistresse jealous, 1279|Wha'll tell how my love grows vengeful, 1279|'For the griefs that she brings me 1279|Are murder an' horror unction, 1279|An' she sair misled me! 1279|I've been lucky, sair, in a' my days, 1279|Wi' a wife that's steady, chaste, an' smart, 1279|Till a wife's cruel, an' a die-devil, 1279|Wi' me! I'm lost, I'm lost for sic a wife! 1279|My faith, my farest, my faithless wife, 1279|Thou hast ruined my peace an' my soul! 1279|For the griefs that thine incestuous arms 1279|Have wrought that I may ne'er be dear, 1279|'Cause I boast an' claim love unkind, 1279|For sic a love as mine thou hast ta'en! 1279|I've been lucky, sair, in a wife, 1279|Wi' the best uk ever be-gan; 1279|Her love-knots were black, i' her ee, 1279|Her love-rules she did not respect; 1279|An' the lave that she had to pay, 1279|Was only to love her the fa'! 1279|She's lost me for one that's now dead, 1279|For flesh and drink they're unequal; 1279|An' there I'll keep a lit een, 1279|To damn their incestuous blood! 1279|Fareweel, my fareweel! May never 1279|Lang greet you o'er my shoulder! 1279|May no fond thought the glee inspire 1279|To follow and be your companion; 1279|Nor dreams of pleasure, hope, nor change, 1279|To cheer your hours on either hand! 1279|May you, untried by the snares of folly, 1279|Be ======================================== SAMPLE 13460 ======================================== 1745|Lights in thy breast; bezza, di dia, di dibu; 1745|Lest from thy chrystal throne, thou liest i'th' dust. 1745|Let next thy Eclogue show her lovely daughters, 1745|whose bright apples tower above the ground, 1745|The Nymphs, and Chordæan Monarchs, 1745|and the Martchalian Nymphs, all of one Colour, 1745|As tho' sovran HESPERUS the Godhead all-breed, 1745|And made all things which in Nature is found. 1745|Hernce led out the CITES, all green 1745|And glorious as the early Spring, 1745|When the soft Ile, quenchless and still, 1745|Rips away the shelt'ring drought, 1745|And swallows ev'ry chilling dropp't 1745|Dropt from the parting cloud and shaw; 1745|When Livid White out of Hinder-Than Hell 1745|Rises, and o' th' other side 1745|Bends down the Sibylline Sky, 1745|And with the other curves of yore 1745|Seems to return again the Olden Time; 1745|And there the EARLY CITES with laurel crown'd 1745|Were with FIFTH PLACE plac'd, and them abide 1745|For THRENTON and THE BOYES to glorifie 1745|The Lord Almighty, and their Lord to grace 1745|With their bright Tribute, farre and fair; 1745|So they who in the Book of Fame publish'd 1745|Their virtues, and their virtues more admired, 1745|Perused the FATE before him, and were pleas'd 1745|With what he brought, of which they now make report: 1745|For oft' times with wonder he repli'd 1745|How great soe'er the riches of the Earth, 1745|Methinks what God in gold magnifie 1745|Above the rest of Heav'n, could hardly move 1745|Earth's modest heaver, or with hand or tongue 1745|In speech increas'd her gluttony, not more 1745|Than she his works out-phaselse; but still she kept, 1745|Oft eating, drinking, gaming, and withal 1745|Deceiving him, her guerdon leepe aye devouring. 1745|High-tasking in the World, whose naturall rod 1745|Might curb th' incroachd Impresse of Virtues lawd; 1745|Farr offspring of Heav'n, that oft by thee 1745|Have had thir courses seene, and were endevourd 1745|By thee, as endevourd are the Earth, 1745|Vnder cruel Fortune, and her grieslie rod; 1745|Yet hadst thou left a spot most fit, wherein 1745|Men might have mourn'd thee, and also heir 1745|Of that unerring reward, of joynd 1745|Most lasting, which the Graces only gaind: 1745|To whom sad EDEN thus returned reprov'd. 1745|Eden, good Eve, how well thou appeerd 1745|This plenteous tribute, tempting Death 1745|To open reception, while thy fate 1745|Appeer'd, that Death might open it, and us 1745|Rejoyce unto be, for whom thou grend 1745|This reward, whose life was joy, for whom 1745|Thy fall so many a day hast kept alive 1745|Through dangers terribilous and irregular 1745|In Hills, valleys, rocks, and gulfs profound, 1745|Tending the generall viand of mankind. 1745|But haste, for in that field are we a prey 1745|To bitter fire and fiery fosse, to loose 1745|Him from his bonds, whom we have LOVELY served: 1745|To whom thus EDEN answer'd endur'd. 1745|Ah me! what shall I do? what next befel? 1745|Hast thou no more command nor immunity 1745|From death, that him whom God ordaind to serve 1745|Thy welfare and to cheer, thy weal can save? ======================================== SAMPLE 13470 ======================================== 28591|All through the day shall be thy rule; 28591|To rest, with thee, and in its place 28591|Shall be to work and live to rise; 28591|And thou shalt not despise the gift 28591|Of sweet repose that slumbers there. 28591|Away with the world's vain pride! 28591|Away with its empty strife! 28591|God's purpose shall be done, 28591|And all its false and selfish scheme! 28591|With no longer self-denials, 28591|No longer its false and vain alarms. 28591|There is a land of peaceful ease, 28591|Where no care and sorrow are; 28591|There are peace and plenty round 28591|The sunny blue sky of the land, 28591|And cheerful cowslips for the earth. 28591|And round it the wind sweeter cools, 28591|And the birds, with a deeper note, 28591|Sing round it as it goes 28591|Their sweet and innocent song 28591|Of love and joy and trust. 28591|There is a valley cool and still, 28591|By pleasant streams withdrawn; 28591|There the green meadows beckon far, 28591|And the violets blow. 28591|The little toil-worn baby there 28591|Lisps at his mother's knees: 28591|There no selfish cares disturb 28591|The Sabbath mother's rest. 28591|To love and truth a child is fair. 28591|He must believe in the good 28591|Which makes an empty heaven bright. 28591|The babe's sweet voice and baby face 28591|Can speak of heavenly things; 28591|He must obey his father's call. 28591|God's commands he must obey. 28591|And yet he must not be 28591|A proud-passionate worshipper, 28591|Loving and loving too much. 28591|He must not work as works his God; 28591|But always pray and act 28591|At the heart of all that's good and true, 28591|Even the baseest things: 28591|No selfish joy as of the spring; 28591|The tares which gather on the grain 28591|Not in their pride have died; 28591|But for the grasses and the beans 28591|God's own due cultivation is. 28591|No self-love with worldly pride: 28591|The man of sense and thought 28591|No selfish wants is bound to meet; 28591|But God's own life of love is made, 28591|He seeks for and receives. 28591|A homely face is the mother's face; 28591|A face without the grace 28591|Is that of Christ upon the cross, 28591|Who died for us. 28591|A homely face is the mother's face; 28591|A look so pale and sad 28591|That tender, little hands that clasp it, 28591|Binding it fast. 28591|A child is born and the mother's breast, 28591|A look of sorrow full, 28591|Tearing away the little bloom 28591|From her child's dear eyes. 28591|An angel's touch and the breast hath bled, 28591|The babe is not so pale 28591|But all the blood is on her face, 28591|And she can read the sign 28591|Of death upon her child's dear face, 28591|And tell the Lord of angels so 28591|That she can have it so. 28591|The morning stars sang from the hill, 28591|"A child is born to-day; 28591|Christ is its God, so will it be-- 28591|A child is born to-day!" 28591|The baby lay upon the grass-- 28591|A baby little laid. 28591|"It is not so dear, for 'tis white, 28591|And red I wish it were," 28591|So whispered the rosy stars to the baby, 28591|And it lay on its mother's breast. 28591|But now the angel who was wont to keep 28591|The keys of the cradle from the thief, 28591|Comes to the cradle and opens it wide-- 28591|"O, there is gold in my purse!" 28591|"It is not good to have such ======================================== SAMPLE 13480 ======================================== 30672|The earth is a field, 30672|The earth is a meadow, 30672|That is wide and open, 30672|Where the little grass grows: 30672|But I must go to the sea, 30672|The grave is a tomb 30672|In which is the soul of God, 30672|In whirled waves of song. 30672|Thy feet are not in vain, 30672|And thou art not alone; 30672|The spirit which has passed 30672|Through this wild sea is dear 30672|As the heart of the soul which is lost. 30672|All the night I sat with the dead 30672|'Neath the moon, at the feet of the dead; 30672|And I saw the light that is thine 30672|Shine on the face of the one I loved. 30672|It glowed like the light which is thine, 30672|Like the light which is thine, 30672|And the shadow of the one I loved 30672|Whose form was like the shadow of the tomb. 30672|With folded hands and eyes upturn'd, 30672|The loved one stood in the shadow of Time. 30672|Like one who has lived in a dream, 30672|She kneels and sheans like one who hath prayed, 30672|She lays her face in the shadow of Death, 30672|As in a dream she stood and wept at rest. 30672|With folded hands and eyes upturn'd, 30672|The loved one stood in the shadow of Time, 30672|At the foot of the star-burthen'd hills. 30672|To the darkling hills where all her joys are fled, 30672|Where the sweet heart of Youth is broken in twain, 30672|O! let thy soul dwell in the shadowy glens 30672|As it was wont in the dear old days. 30672|For the shadow of the tomb in the wild forest glades 30672|Is like the one thou wilt not meet by day; 30672|To the darkling glens as it was wont, 30672|_For the shadow of the tomb in the wild forest glades_. 30672|For the shadow of the tomb in the wild forest glades, 30672|Is like the one thou must not meet by day, 30672|For where ever she looks back her tear-stained eyes 30672|Shall search for her one foot upon the plain. 30672|And where once she kissed the lips of the one she loved, 30672|She weeps for the shadow of the tomb alone. 30672|O! let the shadow of the tomb in the wild forest glades 30672|Be thy love's and thy love's for evermore, 30672|While thy love's everlastingly is abroad, 30672|As it was in the dear old days. 30672|All her heart is still as the mountain lakes, 30672|While the love which is not has never ceased; 30672|For the heart of the nightingale lies low 30672|And its melodies are full of a love that is not. 30672|And as love comes with him that takes the sky, 30672|And looks on the endlesss with heart intent, 30672|So love is coming home to her lonely bower. 30672|And that love that will never come back to win 30672|A moment of the heart which is not there, 30672|But is still her only and all-enduring throne, 30672|The shadow of the tomb in the wild forest glades. 30672|She is not loved in vain nor yet forsaken, 30672|Nor ever will be, that soul bereft of care, 30672|But every day the flowers of her fair youth, 30672|Which never wither and never fade away, 30672|Are gathering where now alone she is laid. 30672|Then let the love that is coming come to her, 30672|And the love that is waiting for her still; 30672|And let her still be waiting when he comes, 30672|And be as kind to her as was her youth. 30672|Oh, let the darkling gloom of sleep close her eyes, 30672|And the long weary hours of darkness grow nigh; 30672|Then, love, let us wake in the morning light, 30672|In the light of the love that is never done, 30672|And the light of ======================================== SAMPLE 13490 ======================================== 29345|The wind, it does not shake. But here I stand 29345|With fingers stiff against a tree 29345|Of scarlet leaves and twigs that shake and curl 29345|Beneath, and feel the cold. 29345|I do not know where it came 29345|From where the wind swept and the rain had gone 29345|But this was all that I could see 29345|Of it and the light that shone and fell 29345|Into my eyes. 29345|"I know where and when it came, 29345|But I must find it and go. 29345|I do not believe in what I write 29345|And yet there were men who saw it fall 29345|In the cold light, and they said it was 29345|A shadow they had seen. 29345|I think they thought the shade the snow-cloud had made 29345|But a moment ago, 29345|And then they knew that the shadow must be Death 29345|And that there went the wind. 29345|"They did not understand 29345|That Time is there to be the ruler 29345|And that the seasons come and go: 29345|That Death is there in the gray of day 29345|Yet is Death not death. 29345|"They did not know that Life and Death are one 29345|Nor that the earth is a living crown 29345|Crowned with a cloud of dust 29345|"And all of them who live who pass away 29345|Must pass as shadows away, 29345|"For Time and Death are ever seeking their goal, 29345|And Time's always passing away 29345|"And the shadow moves, for it lives and moves, 29345|It never passes away; 29345|"And Life's the thing that follows after Death 29345|And has its end at last. 29345|"When Life and Death are ever seeking their goal, 29345|And the shadows move as they do; 29345|When Time and Death are ever seeking their end 29345|They must not make a place; 29345|"When there's no place for Death or Life to hide, 29345|And Life's the thing that follows after Death 29345|And has its end at last." 29345|When they passed by that long row of stone men 29345|That used the old church for churchyard wall, 29345|A woman with a little baby in her arms 29345|Looked up and saw the men at work. 29345|But when she saw the man at work she bowed her 29345|With tears and followed him through prayer. 29345|And there was Job, that man at work, 29345|Who was a little boy when he went there 29345|And took a piece of wool for sweat, 29345|And now that Job is grown his hair is white, 29345|And his wife is wrapped in white. 29345|"The Devil comes to work," said Job to God, 29345|And laughed a little and made joke 29345|As the mother was pulling away to go 29345|From the churchyard where the old churchyard stones 29345|Had made a place for home. 29345|Then Job was given a crown of yellow wood 29345|As he passed where the old churchyard stones, 29345|And so the old churchyard stones were made again 29345|To be a place for home. 29345|And the children went through the churchyard grass 29345|To look for the old churchyard stones: 29345|But when they came from the churchyard stones to home the churchyard 29345|Old man Job was standing alone 29345|And his eyes were black as a ghost, 29345|But he had a heart that was white as silk, 29345|And no one thought the sound of his voice 29345|Was strange for some one of God's own angels 29345|That were coming by Job's call. 29345|It was the sun-dried winter morning, 29345|The year was to be, 29345|And his watchman was the young girl who stood 29345|With her hands in his face, 29345|With her eyes turned from the road 29345|And her hair all thrown aside. 29345|Her lips were set and her cheek was set 29345|To a flush as sweet and fresh 29345|As a rose's blossom while blooming, 29345|And her hair ======================================== SAMPLE 13500 ======================================== 29345|It seems all of his work was done but the last 29345|Torture of the night, when, in the twilight dark, 29345|There had been a vision of the firelight. 29345|A faint pale gleam--all of that room was white-- 29345|A sudden shadow on some window-pane 29345|Lit up the face of a little man to watch, 29345|The woman, crouched in a corner at her side, 29345|The sleeping boy's familiar face beside. 29345|And the firelight on a sofa--it seems 29345|The last of warmth it could hold for that man. 29345|"Why were you so patient, father?" she said 29345|As the shadows died about that bed of white. 29345|It has not been easy, but I tried to think 29345|Of something that was better. There might have been 29345|Other pleasant things to do with my brain. 29345|Some half-dozen bright prospects had I planned 29345|Of something better, and still I could not think 29345|Of one. If that had been a dozen bright, 29345|What would that man have done? He walked and walked, 29345|As only men have to walk, the gray road down 29345|To the end of an uneventful journey lost, 29345|And then would say, "What is it that I see?" 29345|The man who walks in the dim, uneventful morning, 29345|The man who puts out the spark that will not burn, 29345|He sees what he can't see till evening dies. 29346|The following pages contain stories drawn from many sources 29346|into music. 29346|The pages listed below follow the form of the original 29346|poem. 29346|The First Time's the Case 29346|Once upon a midnight dreary, when all 29346|The weary world lay slumbering, I heard 29346|A stirring in the ground I knew so well-- 29346|A clump of willows by a river dim. 29346|And, lo! upon the dimmer, still pond near, 29346|A little form was kneeling--and alone. 29346|"My mother, I have come from nursing sick; 29346|I think it is some lingering symptom 29346|Which makes the patient not behave as _she_ ought, 29346|And is not yet put out by poultice." 29346|And kneeling--as such do always do-- 29346|"My mother, I have lived a little while 29346|With this poor tired head--I can lie and dream 29346|And hear and see and touch and know you still." 29346|And her mother heard her and answered him with thanks, 29346|With tears of genuine pity and genuine joy, 29346|With soft affection, full of tears that fell 29346|Like rain. The child was glad and kissed the mother's face. 29346|And so the child went to leave her at home, 29346|Her heart a little lighter than before. 29346|She heard her mother's voice say, "My dear child, 29346|Mother said that if you would rest and sleep 29346|This rest would be the best, and so--he--" 29346|"My mother's God! My mother is my God! 29346|She was the doctor in the hospital!" 29346|My heart was on the rack, and, sick to death 29346|With sorrow, overladen with a doubt 29346|Which doom would come at last, I sat and wept; 29346|I watched the sun go down upon the bay, 29346|And, lo! the ship was past the next. 29346|The wind was strong with waters and the tide, 29346|And I was sick at heart; and slowly, slowly, 29346|As to the bay I drew, 29346|My head spun round in a hollow, tossing fit 29346|As her bright masts shot by. 29346|"I will not trouble now, or ask a ride 29346|From mother--I will come to you where I am!" 29346|And so I took the boat from out the bay, 29346|And clambered into the water and went adown 29346|Down a small, winding channel to the tide 29346|That drenched us in its flood. 29346|I saw, as down through the ======================================== SAMPLE 13510 ======================================== 7394|And I shall sleep awhile by the water-side, 7394|And turn the mill around me, and take in 7394|The whirls of water that run through my hair, 7394|That come and go as the mill turns. 7394|I shall watch the mills with the tall clear glass, 7394|While the red steel gleams above, 7394|And gather, like the red-bird in the tree, 7394|Fragments of the rustling air. 7394|I shall watch the mills with the yellow glass, 7394|And the red steel turn and grind, 7394|And listen the loud chimes that call me back, 7394|From a life with other voices shut, 7394|And the steel that's heard no more! 7394|I shall watch our water, where the mills are 7394|All watching and grinding me, 7394|While o'er and o'er comes back the murmurous steam, 7394|And the wheel that's turned is still,-- 7394|But I'm too weary of the mill-hands gone, 7394|And weary of the mills for me! 7394|Oh, the world was fair, and the world was gold, 7394|And the world was grass, and the world was gorse, 7394|And the world was gold at the very grass,-- 7394|But the world's green to the little lassie in 7394|Who had lost the gold. 7394|And the world was fair, and the world was gold, 7394|And the world was grass, and the world was gorse, 7394|And the world was grass at the very grass,-- 7394|But the world's green to the little lassie, 7394|Who had lost the gold! 7394|And the world was fair, and the world was gold, 7394|And the world was grass, and the world was gorse, 7394|And the world was gold at the very grass,-- 7394|But the world's green to the little lassie. 7394|And I laughed that I laughed, because I knew 7394|They were both right in that she felt so blue. 7394|Then a long year went over my head, 7394|And a little child was born to me. 7394|Oh, it wasn't gold that I wanted to spend,-- 7394|But the golden heart of my little girl, 7394|That was always so bright and sweet to me, 7394|And now, my little lassie, you look blue. 7394|And that's because I had forgot, one day, 7394|A long year had gone over my head, 7394|And it seemed, so odd, and so strange and good, 7394|That there came no one but this beautiful boy,-- 7394|And he never looked at me with such love. 7394|Oh, I never dreamed he'd look so odd! 7394|My boyhood's dream has come true and far, 7394|And my little life's a perfect song. 7394|Oh, you don't look at me, my little girl, 7394|With that look in the eyes of happiness, 7394|For, oh my eyes, you are the very blue 7394|And the very roses that bloom in a fairy world,-- 7394|And,--you never seem to see the long, long years 7394|That have come over me with long, long years to be! 7394|I am tired of the dream 7394|Of golden-haired happiness; 7394|Of sun-kissed happiness; 7394|Of hearts of love that ache and ache, 7394|And beat their wings and fail to win 7394|The one thing love ought to give: 7394|I am tired of the joy that flies 7394|With the wind through the windy trees, 7394|And beats their hearts, as I lean for aid, 7394|Weary with the beat of their wings; 7394|I am tired of the joy that lies 7394|In a night of wind and rain; 7394|Of an hour that runs and never stays, 7394|And flutters, and never can stay, 7394|Until the morrow comes and I lie 7394|In a world of flower-buds all night long; 7394|And every flower seems to tell of you. 7394| ======================================== SAMPLE 13520 ======================================== 615|The valiant Pales, and she that bore that name, 615|With whom had lived a chain of noble line, 615|Which, in its turn, would bind the earth again 615|And raise the sea: she, as her father's son, 615|In the whole world was nigh to equal; he 615|The foremost of the Christian kings; of all 615|In fame, that ever crowns the standard brown: 615|Famous, because a deed so beauteous wrought, 615|Had scarce been told in all the world beside. 615|All those who were her liege lords at that fest 615|Have left, ere that goodly work was done; 615|And so that mighty store of gifts bestowed, 615|As if all wealth were but its equal, falls; 615|And many a noble warrior and of peers 615|Deemed it as a dream, which never came to pass. 615|For this and for more small recompence served 615|For this the warlike youth, who might have won 615|Or made the mighty prize, upon him prest. 615|So that the royal Charles's heart and mind 615|(Though oft it is in thought recalled) have part 615|With his good wife, his court and courteous crew, 615|Save that his love is yet of Pales the chief; 615|Who she has nursed with constant fondness, 615|Nor ever more his heart will to her cloy. 615|Nor ever more the warrior in his breast, 615|Heard, or thought, or heard, till love and dame were one. 615|Thus, when the morning came at last, by force, 615|The tidings of fair Agramant's gain were brought; 615|In that by a long course and hard assay, 615|Whereof the knight believed, he had not had, well nigh 615|He had the fortune to have found out his knight: 615|But that he had not, and (so the queen advised) 615|That now was he at fault, and could not be. 615|And in her ear her father's story she rehearsed, 615|And wished that on the morrow with the band, 615|That she might on the right of Charles behold 615|Some herald on horse-back with the fair ones, 615|Who would carry news to king, or else to king 615|To march, with what his warriors might require; 615|And so return, with tidings to King Charles, 615|For him, who should the news unfold to France, -- 615|That, having told him that Rogero's hand 615|Was still upon him in the martial strain, 615|Had not the news been conveyed, as it should, 615|To his great sorrow and his loss of life. 615|The tidings that the maid would to him send, 615|If he of her and all his lords would swear, 615|Were, in the monarch's ear, to him accorded; 615|But when his love and courteous bearing told 615|In a single answer every word, 615|By a loud murmur and by tears he wept, 615|As he remembered that a knight was dead, 615|And deemed the fairest of Pales' dames, was dead. 615|But what more good by her had she than if 615|She had revealed, with word or deed, the same? 615|-- As the old King had told to him, how died 615|King Agramant, and how the maid was laid, 615|So, in one instant with his eyes, he viewed 615|Her in her marble coffin laid at rest; 615|How the fair child was born to him; how near 615|She was of joining France with what he would; 615|And next how to that realm to her she bore 615|In that last hour that fixed in his thought. 615|He, when the dame, with whom he did debate, 615|Was ready to agree where peace was made, 615|(So great were the event by victory sped) 615|Rejected in his thought another plan, 615|Nor, that he would have his wish a thing best, 615|Was ever his desire to hope to get; 615|Who, in the very first to Paris bore 615|That dame, his sire, and other knights beside; 615|(A lady fair to see and well to speed, 615|And to his bidding, what he would have done) 615|And, in spite of ======================================== SAMPLE 13530 ======================================== 13650|The most precious of all precious things. 13650|I've a heart: a mysterious heart, 13650|A heart that throbs with all its powers, 13650|A heart with the greatest of heartaches, 13650|The love of a life-long love-hate. 13650|A lady of beauty and wit, 13650|She's my queen, and, lord of my wits. 13650|I love her, as the dew loves the beam 13650|Of the sunlight, I love her, as the eye loves 13650|A mist that floats in the air of the starlight, 13650|I love her, as we all love the shape 13650|Of an ancient relic, the marble. 13650|I love her with an ardour I dare not name 13650|Because I should hurt old Julia. 13650|She loves me when all her beauty lies 13650|'Neath the soft shade of some lovely lily; 13650|And I love her when, 'fore all nature's charms, 13650|These few faint bloom-dreams fade, and die away. 13650|I love her, like the moon, when her rosy lips 13650|And the glimmering lustre of youth are in them. 13650|I love her, as the lark loves the morning dew; 13650|And when she's on the wing, I love to hear her. 13650|So I love her in the best of all ways, 13650|With an ardour that would rouse a swallow. 13650|There was once a beautiful lady, 13650|Whose name was Vanity; 13650|And always there was a little stool 13650|By her side, a chair for her, 13650|And a fountain at her feet 13650|Whereon her feet might sit. 13650|But he looked askance, and she looked askantly: 13650|He said, "You are beautiful, 13650|As you stand in this chair, or lean to it, 13650|Or move about your table." 13650|"I am the fairest one of all: 13650|And therefore the most valued 13650|And most loathsome of all creatures, 13650|Because I am not beautiful and fair; 13650|"You do not hate me because I am not fair, 13650|Or hate my beauty more divine, 13650|Or my chair more unkempt and filthy 13650|Than all the furniture here." 13650|So he took the Vanity away, 13650|But left behind this inscription, 13650|Which she read out, and read it over and over, 13650|Till every nerve in her brain, 13650|Burned like an altar-flame. 13650|I have a palace, far away 13650|On a hill-side, near a river; 13650|A violet grows about its gate, 13650|And flowers bloom near the way. 13650|In the violets' quick and gay 13650|March the sweetest, saddest things; 13650|And in the violets, sweetest 13650|Softest notes the sweetest bird 13650|That ever sang and sang 13650|Till the world forgot the words he wrote, 13650|And went to make him well. 13650|But I love it not when it grows late, 13650|And the violets in April bloom, 13650|And the roses of the June-- 13650|Or when it is as desolate as it ever was, 13650|And the rue grows by the brook. 13650|When it is gray as it can never have been, 13650|And desolate as it was then; 13650|When it wears like a relic of a sin 13650|The heavy garb of sorrow; 13650|And its white gates are ever opened wide 13650|To welcome in the dawn 13650|Of a sad-faced ghost from the other world; 13650|I weep for it in silence 13650|In the garden of the hills-- 13650|And the violets are always weeping, 13650|And the roses always bloom. 13650|_What's the good of love if she can't be 13650|The bounding lion of my life? 13650|Or the dear muse of song be mine 13650|When the light of her smile is fled?_ 13650|_Ah ======================================== SAMPLE 13540 ======================================== 18238|For she is the daughter of my man, 18238|And I am the son of my man. 18238|I know a tree 18238|That every summer I climb. 18238|I know a tree 18238|That every winter I plant. 18238|It stands among the grasses, 18238|A great green tree against the sky; 18238|It knows the wind and the cold, 18238|It knows the sun and the breeze. 18238|It knows the earth and the sky, 18238|It knows the light and shade. 18238|It knows the world as fresh as 18238|A rose, to the hand of a gardener 18238|It is as sweet as a flower; 18238|But I know a tree, 18238|And I know a tree, 18238|For I planted it, and I know 18238|A tree, and a tree, a tree. 18238|I know a tree 18238|As the little rose that you planted, 18238|As the tender white rose that withers, 18238|And leaves me, a wreath for my own: 18238|As the little white rose that withers, 18238|I'll think it a friend. 18238|It is the little white rose of spring, 18238|And I shall see her again in May. 18238|It is the little white rose, 18238|And she's like a woman to-day. 18238|Like a woman, too, in her white robes, 18238|And her red ribbons! 18238|With the red, white, and blue, 18238|Her face is red like the fire, 18238|And her hands are white as the snow, 18238|Like an infant's snow-white curls. 18238|Her eyes are blue, like the flake, 18238|Like the fir-tree under the withered fir, 18238|Like a child's sweet little love-light eyes, 18238|Like a man's sweet mane. 18238|Her hair is made of the snow, 18238|Like the snowflakes under a tree, 18238|White as the snow-flake flakes. 18238|Her voice is made of the rain, 18238|Like the rain that freezes wood, 18238|As soft as the moist leaves on the rill, 18238|Like a melody. 18238|Her lips are like the drops of rain 18238|On the water, moist and white, 18238|Like the kiss of her lips and cheeks. 18238|Her feet like ice are pressed 18238|On the earth by the feet of the snow, 18238|On her feet are the feet of me! 18238|It is the little white rose, 18238|And she withers before my feet; 18238|It is the little white rose of spring, 18238|And it withers before my feet. 18238|If I fell from a tree, 18238|And fell into a stream, 18238|Whose billows would bear me 18238|And swell my sails forever, 18238|What should I care how wide or steep? 18238|If I lived on a shore, 18238|Where the sea rolled up in billows, 18238|What should I care how great or small? 18238|If I slumbered in a boat, 18238|In a ship, forever, 18238|What should I care how steep or deep? 18238|If I had an hour's breath, 18238|And a flower were blown with it, 18238|What should I care about the water, 18238|What should I care about the earth? 18238|And I floated past a ship, 18238|A dead ship, sunk in the sea, 18238|With a dead boat of coral 18238|For my pilot. 18238|I was a man on the sea, 18238|And the wind was a man with me, 18238|Whose face it was hid in the waves, 18238|Whose hands were hidden in my hair. 18238|And a man went a-walking one day, 18238|With the way of his day, too, 18238|Wheresoe'er he went, with his head to the sea, 18238|He saw a ship was coming near. 18238|And the land was growing fainter, 18238|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 13550 ======================================== 2294|As the sun in the West-most wood, 2294|With its black fire-lilies, 2294|Till the darkness of night fell on us 2294|And the shadows of stars rose up in the sky: 2294|As the stars with great beams of light 2294|And the dusk in the West-side woods. 2294|How the trees with their huge branches 2294|And their swaying hues o'er the gloam! 2294|And the wind in the branches by the leaves 2294|As it walks across the dusk in the West-side woods. 2294|What wind was it, that swept so softly by us, 2294|Through the dusk in the West-side woods? 2294|And what trees with their gorgeous scents 2294|And gorgeous shapes o'er the gloam? 2294|And what sounds of the night's wild flight 2294|By the branches and by the leaves in the wood? 2294|And what wind among the stars did pass, 2294|O'er the dusk in the West-side woods? 2294|And the wood-sounds through the dusk passed by us, 2294|Through the woods where the red deer feed, 2294|As the white deer pass in his cave, 2294|With his young ones by his side, 2294|Whom he loves to hunt with keenest eyes 2294|O'er the meadows by the river-side, 2294|With his young ones by his side: 2294|With the darkling eyes of the deer 2294|As he walks through the woods again, 2294|With his young ones by his side. 2294|What wind was that that swept 2294|And wandered in the darkness by us, 2294|Through the silence and in the shade 2294|Of the woods where the red deer lurk, 2294|Through the shadows of the night, 2294|With its shadow in the wood? 2294|And what trees with their massive scents 2294|And towering hues o'er the gloam? 2294|And what wild howl of the night-wind 2294|Where it walks across the gloom? 2294|And what wild waves of leaves and flowers 2294|Shook by the breath of the night? 2294|And what breath of the night-breath 2294|That passed through us, from the depths of night, 2294|Through the silence and the gloom? 2294|Ah, what change of winds for us! 2294|And what change of trees and flowers 2294|And waves, oh, what change of stars 2294|In the dark-shadowing woods. 2294|Yet, though these things we see not, 2294|And though we hear not, the stars glisten 2294|As they wander through the dark, and the dews of the dawn 2294|Are stained with a mellow glory, 2294|When the night of the soul is dead 2294|And its shadows are drawn to clay, 2294|By the calm of the God who speaks, 2294|Let me sing of the light that still 2294|Glitters in the hearts of men, 2294|As it shone in mine from youth, 2294|When it was more than language, 2294|Shining out like a glory in the face of the world 2294|To tell the great truth of Him, 2294|And to tell it alone with thee, 2294|Our little brother, my sweetheart, 2294|While all the world sleeps and dreams, 2294|And the stars are a-waning as a light of pearl over the sea 2294|And your voice is sweet as the breath of a virgin on a hill: 2294|And I can tell you all gladness, 2294|That the world could not know, 2294|With its pomp and its splendour and its talk, 2294|When you were my sweetheart, my sweetheart, 2294|Ere the world was made plain. 2294|The world was made plain, for you had the glory in Jesus' birth 2294|To lay the shame and the pride; 2294|And the world must hear your song, your voice, 2294|Until the end of earth. 2294|Till the end of time. And your voice, 2294|Your light, your grace, your gentle love, 2294|Your beautiful, your ======================================== SAMPLE 13560 ======================================== 25953|And the man stood in the doorway, 25953|And his hat on his head he lifted. 25953|"Who, O man, is there coming 25953|Out to-day from Lempo's marshes, 25953|Hymning thee from men and heroes?" 25953|Said the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|"O my son, who hast left thy dwelling, 25953|Come I myself, the man of magic, 25953|On my way from Lempo's gates with me. 25953|I shall go to seek the Minnehaha, 25953|Where the men are seeking for the Sampo." 25953|Then the son of Kaleva hastened, 25953|And he hastened o'er the heathlands, 25953|To the land where he had long been. 25953|There the young men came to meet him, 25953|To salute the old man proudly, 25953|And the aged man gave him greetings, 25953|In his hands clasping the hand of Väinämöinen. 25953|"Fare thee well, O great magician, 25953|And the good Pohjola, too, fare thee well! 25953|I'm ashamed in my estimation, 25953|Shame and sorrow was I wont to feel thee, 25953|For I knew, while near thou stoodest, 25953|That thou hadst the magic Sampo, 25953|And it was the work of Ilmarinen." 25953|Then the boy took up the Sampo, 25953|With one hand he took it from it, 25953|Waved the magic Sampo over it, 25953|And he sang and said the following; 25953|"Sing thou, thou wondrous Sampo, 25953|Sing thou, thou wondrous Sampo's power!" 25953|From the magic Sampo he sang it 25953|Far and near the fields of Pohja. 25953|When the woods were whole once more, 25953|When the fields were filled with grasses, 25953|When the sky was clear and sunny, 25953|In his home the aged Väinämöinen 25953|Grew and flourished in his country, 25953|And the people rejoiced in him. 25953|There appear'd a maiden maiden, 25953|Who, the fairest child of Pohja, 25953|Once had lived a joyous life 25953|In a cottage near the smithy. 25953|"Go to town, thou lovely maidens, 25953|Go to town, thou lovely maidens, 25953|For there dwells a haughty dame, 25953|And an e'en so mighty dame, 25953|And an even stronger dame, 25953|"Go to town, thou lovely maiden, 25953|Go to town, thou lovely maiden, 25953|For the house I fain would enter, 25953|And my son at home I enter, 25953|And my son's daughter too is dwelling, 25953|"Go to town, thou lovely maiden, 25953|Go to town, thou lovely maiden, 25953|For by night the maidens' apartments 25953|Must be crowded with the bowers, 25953|And the seats around the fire-side, 25953|And the seats around the fire-side, 25953|All must be crowded with the flowers, 25953|And the rushes by the window, 25953|And the lilies on the balcony, 25953|And the dandelions in the garden, 25953|"Go to town, thou lovely maiden, 25953|Go to town, thou lovely maiden, 25953|And a child's life must be elected, 25953|And the child will go to school, 25953|And the children's lessons taught, 25953|And the children's lessons taught. 25953|And thy husband will be absent, 25953|And thy son's wife will miss him, 25953|In the distant country never, 25953|In a far-off land forgotten, 25953|"All must be crowded with the flowers, 25953|All the beds are crowded with flowers, 25953|And the chairs at all the windows, 25953|And the pillows on the tables, 25953|In the gardens the leaves are scattered." 25953|Then the boy in ======================================== SAMPLE 13570 ======================================== 24679|"If she is mine who took this day 24679|From out our home the bird so free, 24679|The very air is stilled within 24679|In all its fullness, far and near, 24679|As though within the heart of it 24679|The earth had never been before, 24679|And the dear hand of it in play 24679|Had touched the buds with life and light 24679|And stirred the flowers with music strong. 24679|For this we cannot understand, 24679|But still the little bird will sing. 24679|Tarry awhile, and in a while 24679|The wind shall bring that bird again, 24679|For, when the wind is warm and long, 24679|The wings of it are warm and free. 24679|Tarry awhile, and when it sings, 24679|Our heart in silence murmurs round, 24679|The earth and sky and all unseen 24679|Have changed their masters to a bird, 24679|The stars and moon shall have a part, 24679|And through the greenwood bird will go, 24679|As though no soul of man should hear! 24679|Tarry awhile, and come again! 24679|With eyes aflame with vision great 24679|We look, and lo! it comes again! 24679|It comes and comes and flies! 24679|Come, little light, 24679|A little light afar, 24679|Hover round with golden gleam, 24679|And with your eyes of mystery 24679|With terror blind, 24679|Catch us, touch us, kiss us quick, 24679|Like a sweet touch on the forehead! 24679|For we but seem, 24679|Or seem but we, for all we know, 24679|Merely the dim shape of dream 24679|That passes to a nearer light. 24679|For we but seem, 24679|Or seem but we; 24679|But not strange things 24679|To us, 24679|As strange things to our own eyes, 24679|And strange, unknown wonders, too, 24679|That pass from us unperceived! 24679|Our little birds of fire 24679|Bold in the flight 24679|Sing home again, and sing, 24679|To the little birds of fire 24679|Returning to their homes, 24679|And their song to us is sweet 24679|A sweet tune in the dark! 24679|There is a garden where the green-gods dwell, 24679|Whose glimmering paths are white as snow, 24679|When winter comes with gusts of cold, 24679|Fades like snow. In summer, they are gay, 24679|A little space, in the green-garden near 24679|The starry skies. There the soft wing buds 24679|Each leaf, the smallest flower, and twines 24679|As it the buds; and in the autumn hours, 24679|All night-time, they fly forth from the nest 24679|Close folded there. 24679|There is a garden of roses 24679|Whose fragrance fills the heart with sweet, 24679|Sweet odors, that waft from sweet lips 24679|Touched with the softest bloom of May; 24679|And night, when the moon-showers fall, 24679|Will make each bud and blossom fair 24679|In its fair light; 24679|And every blossom a rose, a rose, 24679|A rose in the garden there. 24679|There is a garden of pansies, 24679|Whose seeds are red and white and blue; 24679|And when the wind, 24679|On the garden path, 24679|With a sudden beauty gleams, 24679|As down the path the pansies swing, 24679|Then all the garden is enwound 24679|With rose-buds gold. 24679|There are pansy-garden, 24679|Soft, low, in sweet repose, 24679|Where a little maid 24679|Sits by a daisy-flower 24679|That springs up in the garden there 24679|With a sweet, sweet breath, 24679|And murmurs, "Ah, how good 'tis here 24679|To shelter me from winter wind! 24679|A shelter sweet and clean ======================================== SAMPLE 13580 ======================================== 10602|As they to doome and doome, did the same to her. The 10602|worlde and the same, both the same, they were both the same unto each other, 10602|that the true heavens there as they now are, may never be againe. 10602|And this in the same is to be deemed the great end of all things, 10602|But of which as we shall with further speaces tell 10602|in another place, I not unless of the same shall make 10602|search.] 10602|"For," said the Poet, "let them rise and set, behold 10602|what was before them, and what may be. Let them fall 10602|before that which is to be, and fall before that which is; 10602|and be sure, for that which is to come to pass, it is. 10602|For as the sun rises and sets, so hath this heart, 10602|Which was not of a single nature, set itself in it 10602|And being of one colour doth make itself like to an other, 10602|But each unlike; and so this heart was dark, and is 10602|like the sun, being of a different colour, but of the same 10602|soul. This other's colour being set in it of its own 10602|nature, it is of no other than what is set into it; 10602|And being of the same colour, does the like to that 10602|which is of natures colour, but of a other's. This heart 10602|in the same manner as that you see a great light in a cloud, 10602|That which was clouded there, in it as in cloud it is: 10602|And all things unto this heart are of the same colour. 10602|But that which is in clouded places must needs be clouded: 10602|For what is in a certain place, will not be so elsewhere, 10602|But in another, where the cloud, which shutteth fast the way, 10602|Let go, and colour is shed abroad againe, without 10602|cloud, in a new air, it being of the same kind. 10602|And thus, ye Gods, whilome, the earth did not make any 10602|pairs of colours, as now she hath doft; nor was the heaven 10602|clouded, till all that in it, with the things of sense, 10602|passed by it were divided; for those were the coloured 10602|spirits, which then upon different colours made it seem. 10602|Thus in the heaven we see the heaven's coloured spirits 10602|differ, because they are not made of one kind all to one, 10602|But they divide themselves through pleasure and distaste; 10602|As when a man, to dye a bonny red roses, 10602|Doubles the seeds of those best colour'd seeds of white, 10602|And he wisheseth not the fresh white to be his guide 10602|Till he dye's his colours after the white flower, 10602|Wherefore at length he doth put off his delight; 10602|And hence be colours seen most in their new, new fruits. 10602|"But," said my Sone, "sooth, what is there at the last 10602|Of these great marveles which we have ever seen? 10602|We know not how the heavens, and such as are in't, 10602|Are made; yet all things we have witnessed here 10602|Have been for that end, or for doing well or ill. 10602|Thus all must be of one kind, and they all are this. 10602|"Yet to come to the last point, and that is this,-- 10602|That we may see, and prove, our souls selves made, 10602|And, at the last, may find out how the heaven is 10602|That all the trees, and every flower we ever saw 10602|And every herb in all the grounds and fountains; 10602|In all the rivers, and all that run to drink, 10602|And all that live in them that walk the ground; 10602|And all that in the sea do float and swim, 10602|And all that down the sides of the rivers float; 10602|For I have found this rule, which I have learnt it from you, 10602|And have remembered it in my study now." 10602|So in short words he ======================================== SAMPLE 13590 ======================================== 2080|What must the rest be? the heart 2080|That in that hour of pride should break? 2080|Not to the rest the gain alone, 2080|With the heart's self for the self's sake 2080|To the rest heart-kindly made; 2080|Not by the heart to be gained 2080|In the joys our earthly way; 2080|But--'mid the joys--for the sake 2080|Of its human nature wrought! 2080|'Tis not for earth to tell her woes 2080|Nor heaven for the high time to come, 2080|Not to the other that the past 2080|To our heavenly future is dear. 2080|The past and present only are, 2080|The present only is; 2080|So let us live in the present, 2080|Let us work in the present! 2080|We can but strive to make thee great! 2080|I will not strive to make thee great! 2080|I shall be done before thy breath 2080|Will lengthen or narrow the span 2080|Of life to the swift years that flee, 2080|Or the last to the last! 2080|I shall be done ere life's roses blow 2080|On this green grave of youth's first May-- 2080|If, when thy death is over, 2080|Not a tear shall be raised, 2080|Till thou art laid with the last, best flowers, 2080|And the first to lie cold on earth! 2080|All for thy soul, 2080|All for thy death, 2080|All for thy life. 2080|Sorrow be thine! for, with thy life, 2080|My day is done; 2080|The last of its blest 2080|And last of its blind, 2080|This last of the world is done. 2080|The last and the best, 2080|We two! 2080|We two make death 2080|Of all our sorrow! 2080|We have been through the storm together, 2080|So shall we now through the night; 2080|And we two that loved so well 2080|Shall we soon be standing 2080|As, between us, stand dark, 2080|And mournfully, 2080|The flowers that our hands wept to wear, 2080|And the wild flowers we watched to be 2080|Shall one day seem,-- 2080|Oh, sad, sad they shall be, 2080|For they both love us! 2080|They have been through the storm together, 2080|For life goes up forever, 2080|So let us now meet once more! 2080|And we two, 2080|That love you so so, 2080|We two that have loved so well, 2080|Shall we then be standing 2080|As two fallen flowers, 2080|That one fell, and one blossoms, 2080|And each doth grieve, 2080|And each doth grieve and weep? 2080|And I am a weak man, 2080|In need of a strong man! 2080|And he is a wild deer, 2080|In need of a wild bow! 2080|And he hath a strong heart, 2080|That cannot grow weary 2080|With the burdens he bears! 2080|And he holds his breath! 2080|And he is the strongest; 2080|And he will carry a wreath 2080|With his hands! 2080|To him is death 2080|A welcome dream, 2080|And a welcome guest; 2080|If he be well stricken, 2080|If his heart and blood 2080|Is undaunted and clear, 2080|Death, O Death, wilt thou not come on me, with thy dart 2080|To kill me? 2080|I shall see thy smile; 2080|I shall feel thy kiss, 2080|And shall come to thee, 2080|Thou with thy teeth. 2080|Thou with thy cruel eyes, 2080|That are cruel for a day, 2080|Thou with thy crooked feet, 2080|That tread 2080|On my dear bones, 2080|And mak'st my grief; 2080|Thou that mak'st the ======================================== SAMPLE 13600 ======================================== 30332|Till the wind caught the sun before I dreamed of it, 30332|Or the moon had climbed to heaven, and so gone her way. 30332|Now, though she is dead, at least all I could say, 30332|That the dream had been fulfilled and that the love had been won, 30332|And nothing more was needful; though I need say it again, 30332|That they need only say, "We loved, and then we died." 30332|The maid was dead, the maiden dead, when I saw her first, 30332|With the long golden hair about her shoulders flung, 30332|And the green eyes like the green trees, when the wind had blown 30332|Away the flowers and the soft air; but the dim eyes, 30332|All the rest of me that was young and light of breath, 30332|Lay in a room with a little window, that showed 30332|A flower-shaded lawn, a little garden wall, 30332|And a little house: in the east, a town, a grave; 30332|In the garden lay the maid, her hair about her head; 30332|That was the garden of her soul, where all the world lay hushed: 30332|But yet the sweet flower, and the dim green eye, and the blue 30332|Soft hair of her, and the fair thin hand, and the white 30332|Mouth of her lips, and the white teeth, that I loved so, 30332|And saw or thought they saw, lay hidden and unseen, 30332|And the world was strange and new; and now I knew her life, 30332|And, I think, the soul of her love was one with me: 30332|And this was I and she together in strange land, 30332|With a strange light in our face, and a strange air, 30332|And a strange air upon our hair, and a strange face, 30332|And a strange house, and a word to speak, and a word she said 30332|That time, and the sea, and the sea-breeze all forget; 30332|And the wind died, the sea swelled and shook the sea-shore, 30332|And the long long rain came again, a great great blast, 30332|And in the city the little city, all dead and cold, 30332|We two alone lay together, a little rest; 30332|And the wind died, the sea grew strong, the sea-beach shook 30332|The grey leaves off the forest, and the little house, 30332|The house with the door that was closed wide and cold, 30332|And the narrow house with the black iron floor; 30332|But when night came round again, the dream was fled. 30332|And now she sleeps with me, my dear,--what will she do?-- 30332|When it was night when we set out we would lie down 30332|And sleep a little, and no thing to do, or say, 30332|But rest awhile, and tell thy story to the moon, 30332|If she would have, in this last wild adventure, be 30332|The little story of my love that no man can tell. 30332|But if she must not be here, and thou wilt wake, 30332|Oft shalt thou wonder what I dreamed, and what I dreamed, 30332|And I shall think all night that I am not so old, 30332|And many shall think, and many shall know all things, 30332|That I have dreamed and dreamed of her ever since we twain 30332|Were three in a garden of the wildwood; and I dreamed 30332|That she a maid of noble race, that never left my side, 30332|Sleeping in the grass beside me,--and the moon was high,-- 30332|That I was well aware of her, and had known her ever 30332|More than one life, had known and loved her ever since. 30332|And now I am awake, and now in dream am I, 30332|And it seems not that I can ever wake again; 30332|And my good love is not here: and if she be not here 30332|And still I dream, and dream that she should be afar! 30332|The hour that I was dead, and he in love, 30332|Yet once again my soul doth haunt my sense, 30332|And my soul doth haunt me; it is as if ======================================== SAMPLE 13610 ======================================== 29993|For thee, the dark wood, the mossy pool, 29993|Where never rose or myrtle fell, 29993|For thee, the sweet-smelling bramble-brake; 29993|For thee, the blackberry and the vane, 29993|And limes that grow in lonely glen. 29993|For thee, the wild wind, the wood's sweet maid, 29993|The wind so deep and clear that scarce 29993|A strain of song can ever be 29993|More sweet or free from fear than this. 29993|For thee, the blackberry and the vane, 29993|And limes that grow in lonely glen. 29993|For thee, the white hawk of the sky afar 29993|That cries so sadly when he grieves; 29993|For thee, the pale moon, the clouds that pass, 29993|And the star that glitters when he dies. 29993|For thee, the white moon, the white hill-top 29993|That shines but for one of his feet; 29993|The sea-mist, and the wild-brier, and the rose, 29993|And the red clover, and the red bee. 29993|For thee, the blue-gray cloud with the blue, 29993|The sun that lights but for one pale face, 29993|The sky's blue sky, and the forest-bower, 29993|Where only one form can ever be, 29993|That face, the pale blue face alone is dear 29993|As any face in heaven or world. 29993|For thee, the wild bee, the wild oak tree, 29993|The wild bird's song that comes and goes; 29993|For thee, the rose, the wild blue lake, 29993|The sweet-smelling orchard-bush, and the wild bee, 29993|The wind's sweet voice that never is still. 29993|For thee, the white rose, the pale blue lake, 29993|The sweet-smelling orchard-bush, and the wild bee, 29993|The wind's sweet voice so sweet, and the sea's so clear, 29993|And the sea-mist's deep blue sky at sunset. 29993|For thee, the lily, the violet fair, 29993|The sun and moon in one, and the stars 29993|Whereof to one and other are one-- 29993|The moon, and the stars, and the white stars' light, 29993|And the moon and stars in one everywhere. 29993|For thee, the lily, the violet, 29993|The sun and moon in one, and the stars 29993|Whereof to one and other are one--the moon, 29993|The stars, and the moon whereof are one. 29993|I dreamt that there were two swords, bright and huge, 29993|That felled 29993|The tree-tops like the fallen leaves of May, 29993|And the leaves of all the forest on it lay. 29993|And the trees in the forest I knew in May, 29993|And the leaves of all the forest in Autumn cold, 29993|And the leaves of the trees in all the forest grew 29993|The wild bird's song that comes and goes; 29993|And the grass that grows in all the forest now, 29993|The wild bird's song and the moon's deep light, 29993|With their music are in one with me, 29993|And the moon's light and the wild bird's song are one. 29993|I have heard in the woods a loon sing, 29993|"Come, let the golden-winged winter ride 29993|In the silver-red glare of dawn from May; 29993|See the leaves that burn along the tree-tops 29993|In the sun and shade of every forest tree!" 29993|But if I listen, still the loon sings, 29993|"Come, let the summer-dawning set, 29993|Where the long sun is a shining thorn, 29993|And the tall old fir-trees that grow to the sky 29993|Are the shining thorn of fir-trees there." 29993|But if I listen, the loon stays his song; 29993|For the great tree-tops, and woodbines fair 29993|In the forest grow in the woodlands cold, 29993|In the woods of ice ======================================== SAMPLE 13620 ======================================== A little boy that was brought up in the house of another: 19096|The house of another, 19096|So much time with other children had he been taught; 19096|A teacher and a child-friend of other years? 19096|He had a little garden, with a streamlet and tree; 19096|A little branch-table, with the daffodil and the hawthorn 19096|A little cupboard-- 19096|The daffodil hung up in a little tangle-case-- 19096|The hawthorn hung from a twig. 19096|The little room was like the dream of a dreamer 19096|Whose heart is full of fond imaginings; 19096|The bed was like a fairy bed, 19096|With a fairy coverlet; 19096|And all about it, all things had a song-like voice-- 19096|The window, a fairy window, the sea above, 19096|To the dear little stars, and to the dear little breeze. 19096|He never was very active, and his activity seemed 19096|To be quite a waste of time-- 19096|He played alone, at the windowsill, 19096|And went without playthings to the fields of straw; 19096|He would roam the country, with only a leaf to hold, 19096|And he had neither friend nor story to cheer him, no 19096|And never was very fond of the day's labor,--not 19096|Nor was he very kind when he was away. 19096|My little boy was happy and play-worn, but he was not 19096|A child of passion; I was glad of his wants, and I was glad 19096|That he was growing into manhood, 19096|And that, after long years, the day 19096|Of his childhood should come when his manhood's prime 19096|Would have brought me joy and a joy that's lost 19096|For ever--for ever. 19096|I never knew a thought so pure as the thought of a smile, 19096|When all that he had known so much seemed so little to me. 19096|O mother, mother, come and sit down by my side! 19096|The first and the best thing in the world I declare-- 19096|My father left me his ring all the week of April, 19096|And it stuck, by the bedside, when I was sleeping. 19096|In the spring the white clouds were breaking; 19096|And there I would sit, with my fingers in my ears, 19096|And hear the winds that were calling; 19096|And the birds all the old time knew all about-- 19096|And the birds used to sing in their songs. 19096|And there, on my head, when the summer sun shone warm, 19096|On the meadow where we lived, I'd see a little church, all 19096|Red-streaked and steep by the river, and underneath it 19096|As fresh as a rose, a house: 19096|"God bless the Lord, the sun, and the water, 19096|And the little house on the hill there; 19096|And God bless his little child, Johnny Muff! 19096|From the little church on the hill there, 19096|And under it, too, a little house; 19096|And in it grew a pretty little tree, 19096|All bent in the wind, and a small church above it 19096|And a little church below it." 19096|The river was in the forest, 19096|The river was in the wood, 19096|And in the church a man went standing up, 19096|In the little church below it. 19096|He stood, till the bells began the prayer, 19096|And the hymns which the bells did sing; 19096|And he looked up, and he looked down, 19096|And he saw the pretty little church below it, 19096|And the little house on the hill below it, 19096|And the little man went crying "God bless the Lord!" 19096|"O it's here! it's here! I waddied ======================================== SAMPLE 13630 ======================================== 1279|If in the dewy grass that bows the cow; 1279|Or if on Stygian shore thou find a corpse; 1279|Or if thyself with poppies drest thee, 1279|The earth above is wasted with thy crowning; 1279|If to be happy, hope and wish are weak, 1279|Then let the soul its utmost length of bliss 1279|Inflate to such a height of rapture, 1279|That ne'er another bliss like it shall grow 1279|In happiness in heav'n, such is the soul's delight, 1279|That in her best part 'till the fall must be 1279|The only lasting happiness on earth. 1279|She is the Queen of May 1279|O'er the hills and far away; 1279|In the glen yn the white cairn, 1279|By the stream where the laurels are. 1279|Her sweet face in the gloamin' 1279|Is ever in love with the sun, 1279|And aye she will steal with delight 1279|To rove by yon tuft o' fern. 1279|Or see by this burnie green, 1279|The lassie her love so wondrous, 1279|I've tauld ye before, they 're wed: 1279|Her brows are like two angels' hair, 1279|The flowers that grow in their blossom, 1279|The roses in ae flower bed, 1279|Are dearer to a' this heart, 1279|Than a' the wide world aff. 1279|To hear her say thou 'rt fairer far, 1279|Than e'er in earth or heaven, O! 1279|For beauty is the gift of Heaven, 1279|It 's heavenly in its kind, 1279|And heaven alone can yoke 1279|The plum of beauty: O noble heart, thrawnd 1279|In laurels and coronals of gold, 1279|Wha 'll yoke thy lily fingers to thy bannocks, 1279|For thou 'rt my darling--my darling love! 1279|The fairest flower that blows. 1279|O, saft is the pulse that smiles, 1279|And quick the bosom beats, 1279|And the fond feelings warm; 1279|And quick in life the heart o' love, 1279|And quick in death its rest; 1279|And soon the gentle essence steals 1279|Into the balmy veins, 1279|From that pure heart of thine, 1279|Which love and joy shall part. 1279|Then hasten, then gather speed, 1279|For Love still leads the van; 1279|The best of deeds is a spell, 1279|To move the soul to speed; 1279|He 's ever at the call; 1279|And light lies thee from above! 1279|And the light of earth can never stain 1279|The purity of the heart within. 1279|Her brow is as fair as the blossom of snow, 1279|Her cheek is as rosy as apple-blossom; 1279|Her lips are the sweet, sweetest in all the land, 1279|Her dearest-- 1279|I know her e'er, I know her e'er, 1279|O, saft is the pulse that smiles, 1279|And quick the bosom beats, 1279|And the fond feelings warm; 1279|And quick in life the heart o' love, 1279|And quick in death its rest; 1279|For beauty is the gift of Heaven, 1279|It 's heavenly in its kind, 1279|And heaven alone can yoke 1279|The plum of beauty: O noble heart, 'twixt man and man, 1279|That 's the flower of the soul, that is to be the heart o' man! 1279|O, why can I never be loved mair! 1279|And why can I never be spun, 1279|And piled and sewed again? 1279|For there's nae gentlefolk 1279|Like women to be found! 1279|I think there 's something in your look, 1279|O you 're ay true, ye might be pardie. 1279|Ye sall ha'e faith ======================================== SAMPLE 13640 ======================================== 1919|"Let me sing of the stars," he says, 1919|"Their light, and the bright blue of their wings, 1919|And my spirit's soul they take in turn 1919|To sing about a sky so blue!" 1919|O, my love, O, my love! 1919|My love is a maiden fair; 1919|Her eyes at no time are wet, 1919|Nor her lips by a lip all cold, 1919|Are cold, too, and unkissed. 1919|I have looked at moonlight and sunlight, 1919|I have walked by starlight pale; 1919|I've listened to the cry of the sea 1919|And the peal of the silver quay. 1919|And now to the love that I feel 1919|In the bosom of my darling, 1919|Who is mine to save or wait, 1919|I can leave no day, no hour, 1919|Where love is not mine to feel! 1919|Aye, and they're blest the same-- 1919|The sky-lark and the eagle. 1919|'Tis the air of the air when the light wind sings-- 1919|The air so clear and free, 1919|Of all music that breathes and shines and floats, 1919|As it sings in the sky! 1919|For O, I love the morning air, 1919|The sweet, free, and free-throated glee, 1919|That wakes the morning, the early nighter, 1919|And calls the day in! 1919|Where the leaves are falling, 1919|Where the daffodils are peeping, 1919|Where every sprite that plays 1919|Is out upon the green; 1919|Where the bees go humming 1919|To their love-shed hive, 1919|And the bird has strayed away 1919|Into his nest so cool; 1919|Where the bird has strayed, and won 1919|Into his love-lair dim, 1919|Where he sings with all his might, 1919|And waits the morn again-- 1919|'Tis the air of the air; 1919|And the joy of every bird 1919|Is a rapture in the grass, 1919|There at even and morning, 1919|When the sun has vanished, 1919|And the moon has left the sky 1919|Through the hills in the misty light, 1919|And clouds as soft as snow 1919|Shower down the silver showers, 1919|And the wind is singing its song,-- 1919|A happy thing to do; 1919|'Tis the air of the air; 1919|And the glow in a forest glade 1919|When the stars come out in glory, 1919|Or in the deep red fire 1919|Of the forest glow, as soft 1919|As a maiden's smile, 1919|Is a rapture in the grass, 1919|And the joy of every bird 1919|Is a rapture in the grass. 1919|And, 'fore man, a joy to know 1919|That their loves are one, 1919|That their lives are linked by bands 1919|Through the bonds we feel there 1919|In the bosoms of men, 1919|Where the love we give, 'tis given 1919|And the heart's pledge is given 1919|Unchanged for evermore, 1919|'Tis the air of the air, 1919|And the happy thing to do; 1919|For O, I love the morning air, 1919|The sweet, free, and free-throated glee, 1919|That awakens the morning, the early nighter, 1919|And calls the day in! 1919|Where the leaves are falling, 1919|Where the daffodils are peeping, 1919|Where every sprite that plays 1919|Is out upon the green; 1919|There the earth turns into the air, 1919|With the birds, the flowers, and sun; 1919|And the birds are dancing 1919|In a happy dance with May. 1919|In the green of the field among the boughs 1919|Where the leaves are falling, 1919|In the green of the forest among ======================================== SAMPLE 13650 ======================================== 16059|¡Oh! cuidados de las campas fuentes bellos, 16059|Por eso de mí calma y ventura, 16059|Para que si fueron esfrya. 16059|¡Oh! cuidados de las nubes fuentes bellos, 16059|Por eso de mí calma y ventura! 16059|Que la frente impío de término escondido 16059|Cual cazador, señor, es fué por mi espada, 16059|Y padece deshizo el marinero hielo-- 16059|La nuga reposa, de aquella sangre, 16059|Hasta que con estilo el bien que había; 16059|Que el ángel de mi frente piensó, 16059|Y la pobreza el bien de mi frente! 16059|Y con mis ojos, 16059|De noche de oro, así ameno, 16059|Al son deleitarem bueno, 16059|Cuando el suelo difigureto esos, 16059|En árboles de la tierra. 16059|Y algo emboscó: "¡Oh vuelto otro! 16059|¡Oh nació! ¿Con amor eres tanto 16059|Con voz que te llano por los mismos? 16059|¿Quién es la venganza, y esas 16059|Con el cobarde lisonjero?... 16059|No quiero: esperaba el bien 16059|Con el árbago atroz delante; 16059|En tronales venturos, y en tronantes 16059|Su cuerpo en lance, y en su cuerpo rezelón; 16059|Esperando la tierra de su espada 16059|Por siempre del bien le mira. 16059|¿No cuándo: espera el cobarde 16059|Por los bellos caballos ayes; 16059|Espera de lejos, y de lejos que te ameno, 16059|Mirando las que le dice 16059|Los cielos hombres, 16059|Y de los ecos cristlos, 16059|Rompen tímidas al rededor años: 16059|Al cielo á la luz de la luzia. 16059|¡Oh vuelto á las palmas 16059|De un tiempo que os hiere! 16059|No tú, por qué tanto, 16059|El cyanero, señor... 16059|¡Oh vuelto á las palmas 16059|Y es de su fiera noche! 16059|¡Oh vuelto te noche! 16059|De mi redondarte ojuelos 16059|¡Oh vuelto á las palmas 16059|Cómo hacer poderoso 16059|Que sobre mi redondarte os os muere 16059|¡Oh vuelto á las palmas 16059|Es la noche, y es para muerte, 16059|Desperbraron los ojos! 16059|¡Oh viene á mi pena mía 16059|Vierte ó ver, y no darás! 16059|Si de amoroso, 16059|¡Morir hondo á mi pena! 16059|Si ya al estérieo 16059|Por vueltas días 16059|Por la hermosulae, 16059|Por la luz arias! 16059|¡Nevey bien miro 16059|Por las flores queridos! 16059|¡No let el alma plane 16059|Dicen, ¡cuánta della esencia! 16059|Si á la hermosa 16059|Por las guerras gustió, 16059|Por la cenega de vida 16059|¡Es la hermosul, ¡ ======================================== SAMPLE 13660 ======================================== 18500|O my auld gray shoo! 18500|I ken your mither's grief: 18500|Ye's me gat your auld gray mother 18500|An' she was a-tryin' to say: 18500|"O wae betide ye, pawkie, 18500|Ye, or your black-dog pawkie, 18500|Or the pawkie pawkie! 18500|"And a' your pawkie pawkie, 18500|The grave pawkie pawkie! 18500|If ye'll na come to me, mother, 18500|Ye shall be contented, 18500|"If ever ance ye were sick, mother, 18500|Then I would ne'er be absent, 18500|For I dread the black-dog pawkie 18500|He'll ca' ye in his gowden hair." 18500|O my auld gray shoo! 18500|I ken your mither's grief: 18500|Ye're a-come to my arms to-day, mother, 18500|The day is here, the day is here. 18500|The rose-bud withers on the thorn, 18500|The yallow plum's fa'en in tha tree, 18500|And here's thy son, a blushing young man, 18500|A silken clot of yellow hair. 18500|'Twas in a miry noon, 18500|When life is wild, 18500|And all the summer day 18500|The woods and fields are wide awake, 18500|The ploughman stops, and sounds the horn; 18500|He drives the laggard herd beyond, 18500|He sings, till Nature, free of crime, 18500|Breathes under ploughboy's breath a hymn. 18500|And here's thy son. 18500|And here's thy son. 18500|And here's thy son. 18500|And here's thy son. 18500|And here's thy boy. 18500|This verse is a cry for vengeance on the Saxon race.--WARBURTON.] 18500|Here is the bard, the bard of early youth, 18500|A glorious youth, with manhood's power; 18500|And here's my son, my own and favourite lad, 18500|A youth of joy, of health, and good advice. 18500|The youth of thrice three score 18500|Is bade to the councils of the state, 18500|His wisdom and his skill to share. 18500|And here's the muse, that paints the youthful scene, 18500|And sings the youth of thrice three score too fine. 18500|Tune--"_Let a' the young maenads come to me._" 18500|Away with rhymes and riddles, then, dear lass! 18500|That 's vulgar poetry that canna stick; 18500|I'll not rehearse it, and rehearse it not, 18500|I'll praise the poet when I'm in a fury. 18500|She is like unto a violet in blush, 18500|When its sweets are beginning to wear; 18500|As pure as the morning e'er it began, 18500|'Tis purer far in heart and soul. 18500|Let us kiss and make woolly swans haste, 18500|Nelson is no trifle, Lord! 18500|Tho' proud in bearing, let us praise Thy worth, 18500|And not desert Thee in the ring. 18500|And let us rattle our flutes nobly clear 18500|Till all the auld summer evenings ring. 18500|Then come to the counsels of old Scotland, 18500|Or come to the counsels of young Scotland: 18500|Come to the counsels of young Scotland, 18500|(The summer's past, and the barren time's gone), 18500|Let us rattle our flutes nobly clear. 18500|Tune--"_Ace of the old oath and the young woman._" 18500|Come whare shall the sun go, whare shall the sky be blue? 18500|Come whare shall we spend the livelong day, 18500|Come whare shall we spend the livelong day, 18500|(The wind is with me and the world's a-bed,) ======================================== SAMPLE 13670 ======================================== 28796|The maiden is in her cottage, and in the room is standing 28796|The maiden, she doth not seem to be alone, for she hath 28796|her little white child upon her knees, in child's-play." 28796|It was a little lad, and fair to see, and the mother could see 28796|But he was but a stranger to thee, my loved one. 28796|I'll tell thee all my fortunes, and then I'll go 28796|Back to her. But first she'll tell how she must tell 28796|Of this little child, that thou'rt my wife." 28796|"Oh, now I see! When last I left thee thou camest 28796|With a happy heart; for thou didst greet me true; 28796|And now I know how the wind is blowing wide. 28796|Oh Mother! thy heart hath long been my heart. 28796|"Mother, it is well--if thou wilt only know 28796|Who owns the land on which we sit and lie. 28796|This is the house--'tis the house where my father was born, 28796|And this is the boy that's named him in his line; 28796|The house that is called the cottage is the fold, 28796|And the child is the boy that's called by that name." 28796|My mother's face is sad but she laughs not then, 28796|But looks to greet me; then speaks she to me now: 28796|"I am the child of a noble House of Barks, 28796|Of a noble House and mighty. I am here, 28796|The Child of a noble House and a noble House, 28796|To the praise of God, who gave me life to live, 28796|And death is not that which should be done. 28796|"And thou, dear one, of a noble House and a mighty, 28796|When thou camest home thy heart thou turned to mine. 28796|But thou didst only speak of thy future fame, 28796|And maddened my father. Ah! no more canst thou 28796|And this would have been the day when we parted; 28796|But in God's time we met in a fair sunny day, 28796|And, having met, he taught me all that I know; 28796|I gave him then, my love. Oh, it was sweet then, 28796|And sweet to return again." 28796|That little lad 28796|Lived in the old man's cottage near the lake, 28796|And was as chubby as a kitten. 28796|"There was an old man who went to the moon, 28796|And he found the earth so red, and the moon so big." 28796|The cottage's name was also the name of a child, 28796|The son of the old man and the child was not one 28796|When he went home, and so he never came to man; 28796|The very name of the place he loved was Piety. 28796|A boy did the old man always hope to be, 28796|And went with him often, and often said, 28796|"I hope to see, like him, the bright sun, and the moon 28796|And the world so blue and so happy." 28796|We know you, poor little one, 28796|You never are to blame; 28796|For you never would harm a fly, 28796|If you'd just learn to love me. 28796|Oh! you are a lovely boy, 28796|And I love you with all my heart, 28796|And all the children of my age 28796|You are a precious treasure. 28796|There's little Mary of the East 28796|Is my young darling; 28796|With her sweet face, and beautiful eyes, 28796|And her lovely manners. 28796|She is always polite 28796|To those whom she knows; 28796|She's so charming, she is so sweet! 28796|I love her more than life; 28796|The day has come when I would like 28796|To be with her seated. 28796|But how cruel must we be! 28796|There's a pleasant place 28796|For all our cares and fears, 28796|And there we'll sit, and talk and laugh, 28796|And smile and sing. 28796|Little children, you are ======================================== SAMPLE 13680 ======================================== 7394|Cries of his faithful dogs, 7394|Till the earth is alive 7394|With the murmurous clangor 7394|Of his hunting-speaks, 7394|And the dogs, with claps of hoofs, 7394|Ring the village-closes! 7394|And we watch the grey wolves, 7394|Raged in the wind, 7394|Bruised and gaunt and brown, 7394|Tossed in the wind 7394|By the ceaseless storm, 7394|Tossing and roaring black. 7394|We have heard the bayonet crack; 7394|We have seen the fierce red-stained steel 7394|Heave and heave and whirl and swing 7394|To the droning drum and shell, 7394|A rumbling din of battle-drum, 7394|Droning in incessant war. 7394|Hark the cry all England rings! 7394|Lord! what a din it comes! 7394|God save the King, and he! 7394|God save the Royal Crown! 7394|God save the King and I! 7394|And the red-stockinged grey-coat smites 7394|Clash and hiss and crash and roar 7394|Till the walls resound with tramp 7394|And thunder of the foe, 7394|The German fiend with his bayonet-sight! 7394|And the French are fighting hard. 7394|Now hark your soldiers, gather round me, 7394|For I have the word to well you:-- 7394|If you'll hear me, we'll hold them back, 7394|Till the sun is down below us:-- 7394|So, on through the day we'll gallop, 7394|Yea, and go over the hill; 7394|From Hieland before Ghent 7394|We'll see the English farther on. 7394|And you'll hear me, when they come, 7394|Answer my rallying cry:-- 7394|We are fighting for our lives, 7394|And the loss of little ones 7394|Is the loss of England's crown. 7394|Our hearts are light, our faces bright, 7394|From shivering shell-burster bright, 7394|Out to the farthest line. 7394|Oh, the loss of little arms, 7394|And legs that can never tire, 7394|When they are flung by bayonet, 7394|To lie upon a bayonet, 7394|To lie in a manly place, 7394|To stand, in memory's wise, 7394|With a sword by their side! 7394|A young girl's smile, as she walks along in the rain 7394|The white lilies are peeping in green and ochre, 7394|The sky grows dim with cloud, and the stars start up at night 7394|And a boy comes with a book, with a letter in his hand, 7394|To the little girl's eye, with a light in his face, 7394|And the boy comes with books, with a letter in his hand, 7394|A pale boy's rhyme, in the little girl's hand, 7394|The yellow and black, and the white and white, 7394|That are blowing in their pride, 7394|Till they sing their best, 7394|And the little girl smiles, and she smiles 7394|Till it hurts her eyes, and her cheeks burn, 7394|And her cheeks are full of tears, 7394|Tears in shame, tears of love, 7394|For the tenderness of years, 7394|And her eyes are growing dim, her cheeks are growing dim, 7394|For her eyes are growing dim, and her cheeks are full 7394|Of laughter, light and joy, 7394|That the boy cannot make good, 7394|Nor the little girl know, 7394|Till she hears the little bugles singing her name, 7394|In the little white church on the hill-- 7394|The schoolhouse of the school; 7394|The road is broken now, and the sun shines out; 7394|The children still go by; 7394|It is the long, long day; let's make a cheer 7394|For the children that will die 7394|Here ======================================== SAMPLE 13690 ======================================== 10602|Then would he kiss them both, yet both would leave 10602|The place of fear: (for all this fear he spide, 10602|But had no faith in kinde, nor fear'd a man, 10602|But made a god of love, but thought it strange, 10602|That people which his kinde should call his foe. 10602|So fearing God or man, he would not flee, 10602|But stayed by him, not fearing what he had. 10602|Hee roond the hills, and was a mile behind. 10602|But first, his eyes before beholding, 10602|Before him he saw a faire young gentleman 10602|Come walking towards him: but before he stepped, 10602|He seemed to look him over cunning-wise, 10602|And made him turn his look toward the dame, 10602|That followed near about his knees her knees: 10602|Whereon to him she said, 'Behold the dame, 10602|I made the gift of love;'--and straight with that, 10602|She took him by the young arms' length away, 10602|And laid him down upon a fair green bed, 10602|On which she made a tresse; for, though he stood, 10602|He never more might look upon the face, 10602|That made a thousand fears in his despight. 10602|Then with his hands outstretched, he had upstaid, 10602|And made himself the wisest of mankind, 10602|By observing this, while she was looking on, 10602|That he (which he foreknew) must either slay, 10602|By reason of his love, or fall in wife; 10602|For, if he did no more, yet she would still 10602|Be dreadfull to him, by reason of her race; 10602|And evermore upon him did attend 10602|Her face the fairer, that they should be foes. 10602|Of those that love the dame and not their kin, 10602|There is such charity: but yet how oft, 10602|If any man be thought to have her hold, 10602|She doth the worst that she can do to him, 10602|And casts in his face the man that should be bled. 10602|So thus of her owne worth did she forsake 10602|Herselfe, and that worth of nought the rest, 10602|And, to her owne worth, gave that small profit 10602|Which were it more like in her owne goodnesse, 10602|To take upon a bond another's paine; 10602|Then shouldst thou see how worth is in her mind, 10602|And how her owne worth is farre removed. 10602|What then should I, what I, do in this case, 10602|To make of good so great a good to be! 10602|For though she love the dame, the wylde wight, 10602|Yet she is not so much good as I, 10602|That it were worthie (I think shee woulde it) 10602|To set upon her, but I myself, 10602|Of my owne minde, if she wish to be won, 10602|Will do my part, and be her help, so will. 10602|But she, whosoe'er thou art, that seekest fame, 10602|And findest not this, by finding none can ly, 10602|Yet mayst thou take the best that thou canst say 10602|Of her, and put it into this my wyde: 10602|That which now is her owne, is in my name. 10602|Be no false sight of the future time 10602|Of my desyre, now that it is fled, 10602|So may the present time of it be known, 10602|The last, that shall to future come appeare. 10602|Be thou of the same love and spirit born, 10602|And in this place, which I must leave behind 10602|In many words, as God me set in my song, 10602|The worthe, which in love is now so fayre, 10602|And is in glory, in the which I write, 10602|Let me not lay it down, yet without a hope 10602|Of getting of new joy. So be the same ======================================== SAMPLE 13700 ======================================== 1365|His son and son-in-law of his to-day. 1365|For a day he did not wait to do it; 1365|It was done in a second, and in a third 1365|The time allotted for the marriage-feast came, 1365|And in his chamber he sat in the porch, 1365|And he heard the singing of the minster bell. 1365|And the bells brought with them the sweet breath of the air, 1365|The ringing of bells, and the chime of the clock, 1365|And the little children's hymns, and the call 1365|Of the missionaries, and the missionary's story. 1365|Then the walls were adorned with fair white skins, 1365|Of the wolves, and the reindeer, and the bears. 1365|And the bells and the bears sounded in unison; 1365|And of all the things that now would be said 1365|In the house, by the nursery, or by school, 1365|The least demanded attention was not a word, 1365|Save the missionary's story, or the cry 1365|Of the white wolves roaming in the snow, 1365|Or, in the church, the greeting of the churchyard bells, 1365|Or the welcome of the strangers, who are here 1365|For the last time, but have been long gone, 1365|And can have no greeting. They have no need, 1365|In the new home here, of the old greeting. 1365|They shall have no need here. The old home, 1365|When a child, was a dwelling of the poor, 1365|Of the mind, as well as the body, the soul. 1365|There no strife, there no sorrow. In the heart 1365|There was peace, and the heart that hearkened there, 1365|For the peace of the God they heard in the voice 1365|That called them from a world that had fled. 1365|They, who were in that old homestead passing, 1365|And whose minds were wandering, had not known 1365|What is no more a wonder; but they saw 1365|That a great change had come into the world, 1365|And the souls of the people were dying. 1365|Many a man of the people had died, 1365|Many had perished, and had left their graves 1365|Wide in the wilderness. Many had fled 1365|To distant regions; but still the hearts 1365|Of the young, and the old, and the women 1365|Were with them, and their suffering was less 1365|Than in old days, or in any age. 1365|The women, the men, the young and the old, 1365|Were with the strangers, and were dying, 1365|But no relief had come to them. 1365|And the women, the men, the young and the old, 1365|The rich and the poor, the sick and the well, 1365|Were weeping for the souls of those who now 1365|Were dying, and were passing to the grave 1365|Where their old homes were; and yet no band 1365|Had reached a doorway, and no band 1365|Had entered an old house, and no song 1365|Had reached one who, from day to day, 1365|In the lonely country, through the dark 1365|And wintry fields, had journeyed and prayed, 1365|Praying God, that he this night would bring, 1365|In the light of the moon, and the stars, 1365|His share of sorrow and his part of tears. 1365|And the children who were born of them 1365|Were crying, but no one answered them, 1365|And no one would hear. 1365|There was no voice to be heard 1365|Save the eternal voice of sorrow; 1365|And the sick went to and fro in their shrouds, 1365|Striving to lift them, with their burthen, 1365|To the light of life, but with no joy, 1365|No light at all. 1365|Heard was the cry: Behold, 1365|There is help at last! 1365|And the old and feeble went to the old; 1365|The sorrowful and the weak went to the strong; 1365|The fearful went to the dark ======================================== SAMPLE 13710 ======================================== 5408|"To-day," he said, "I would die 5408|Where the grass is tall and green." 5408|The man-child laughed at his desire, 5408|And put out his hand 5408|As he thought it best to dismiss 5408|Saying, "In this quarter is a spot 5408|Which I would gladly die in." 5408|Now, if I take it that you 5408|Are a man like me, 5408|When this I have heard of a man 5408|I have made a wish 5408|To take him to this quarter-square, 5408|To-morrow will be my last will. 5408|Now come, then, my son, the way 5408|Is long, and rough, and drear, 5408|And the wind is ever at hand 5408|To blow on your doom. 5408|He came up to the house at night 5408|To steal the golden key, 5408|He came up to the door at night 5408|And stole a penny loaf. 5408|He came up at dawn to steal 5408|The fruit of the tree on high, 5408|And he stole a peck of peas 5408|To feed his little crew. 5408|He stole honey from the hive, 5408|And his little crew did sing, 5408|"Away! away! thou base thief!" 5408|Hushed were the singing bees, 5408|And the sun fled south-west, 5408|When the mischief-maker came back 5408|To rob the house of it. 5408|He was like the lion fierce 5408|That in wild havoc reigns, 5408|With his tail stretched well before 5408|Upon the prone whole. 5408|He was a proud robber bold 5408|And swift of foot and strong, 5408|A robber kind he stole not, 5408|In short, nor were his eyes 5408|Like beasts of ravin's light, 5408|But like a man full well made, 5408|That is, all full of sense. 5408|When the thief had come to court 5408|He looked him over well, 5408|There was not a doubt in sight, 5408|His coat had been well launded. 5408|The judges and the crown 5408|He'd robbed when they were free, 5408|And now to make his plunder 5408|Had a heavy heart. 5408|But, "Oh, the great day is come", 5408|He cried, and clapp'd his hands, 5408|And he laughed to see how 5408|The robbers changed their looks 5408|When the big day was o'er. 5408|He found that he'd been robbed, 5408|And the truth came to light, - 5408|There was not one robber left, 5408|But been with the great thief. 5408|When the thieves at night were hid, 5408|Like the night of a fay, 5408|They were silent, and it seemed 5408|That they'd been kept awake. 5408|But when the thieves were light, 5408|Came the light of the day, 5408|Quick as thought they scamper'd off 5408|In search of plunder. 5408|They had lighted the door of his, 5408|They had lighted the hall of his, 5408|They had lighted the door of the mine, 5408|And the night was well nigh done! 5408|But his thoughts were many things, 5408|He could not comprehend 5408|That the robber was the King, 5408|Nor that his house was his by right 5408|And this was no robber; 5408|For with a little finger, 5408|He led the thieves away 5408|From their dark and secret lair, 5408|Where they did all their mischief 5408|And their wicked conspiracy; 5408|For he'd lighted his own door, 5408|So they'd have a good time all round, 5408|And he'd rob the country folk, 5408|Of the land, and of the sea, 5408|And they'd never hear of him 5408|Nor his palace ever! 5408|This is the tale of the thief 5408|That he was afraid to name: ======================================== SAMPLE 13720 ======================================== 2130|"And you must go as I have gone,-- 2130|To this place of strife and crime; 2130|When I return and peace shall reign 2130|Over this empire wide. 2130|"I will put all these people out 2130|Who have robbed my father's hall; 2130|Whose hearts and hands have wrought this wreck, 2130|And not for love or profit; 2130|"And over any who offend, 2130|They shall be hung or slaughtered quite, 2130|As I command you now." 2130|And the king, "And is there none 2130|That will stand with me to-day? 2130|"For I will leave you nevermore 2130|To go on with your life-- 2130|As ye have gone on with your lives, 2130|Now take the worst that I have given, 2130|And let it pass forever." 2130|And his men took up the word, 2130|And from the walls of the city 2130|They came at once together, 2130|With swords upraised about their breasts, 2130|Bowing lowly at the king, 2130|To bear the cruel message: 2130|"For what man shall stand with us to-day 2130|That cannot be called a brother, 2130|To-morrow we shall see that man, 2130|The murderer of our son." 2130|Then the king's heart was sick within him, 2130|The city's life was in his hand, 2130|And they came like a troop of wild boars 2130|With blood besmeared and dripping o'er, 2130|From out of a city that was black 2130|With slaughter, naked, in the hall: 2130|And over all the city's wall, 2130|Like blackening clouds, the sword-blades glowed, 2130|As the message came to Otway, 2130|And Otway left the city. 2130|And all the old and warring Kings 2130|Shrank from the word spoken to-day, 2130|And every King's army was commanded 2130|To cease from pillaging and bloodshed, 2130|From pillage and bloodshed and slaughter: 2130|For now that each man had his proper right 2130|To live and die in his own land, 2130|There was no business to wage the war 2130|More highly on the earth than in heaven: 2130|The common foe had found him out, 2130|And sent him forth to tell his tale, 2130|And bear this message from the King: 2130|"To-morrow we shall see the man 2130|Murdering in the King's street." 2130|And ever and anon they smote 2130|With ruthless strokes upon the brain, 2130|With burning hair upon the side, 2130|And he who smote the most he slew, 2130|And they who smote the most they slew; 2130|And those were the men that day,-- 2130|Those were the men that day for England's weal. 2130|When on the morrow, when on the morrow 2130|The light of the dawn began to peep, 2130|He turned his stiffening arm, and in haste 2130|Girding up his loins he cast adown 2130|A mantle wrought round with many a fold, 2130|And, stooping down, a great broad shield 2130|Displayed from his strong shoulders, thick and clean; 2130|Then girt himself with gilded mail 2130|To make him look like some great lordly wizard. 2130|Huge was the broad shield upon his breast, 2130|And red as blood the lances gleamed about, 2130|And thereon was writ, in letters rich and fine, 2130|Of that great shield--the sword of Norway's King, 2130|The blade of many a mighty lord throughout 2130|In many a land, and all by turns at war. 2130|But, while he was the most of those around, 2130|A voice he heard; and in his heart there sprung 2130|A deadly disease, the leprosy,--the same 2130|That in the midst of Kiel was writhing now and then. 2130|He looked, and lo! the man whom he had seen ======================================== SAMPLE 13730 ======================================== 1322|A man from a foreign region, 1322|I will do my best to speak to him, 1322|But if he would not be so good, 1322|I shall not try to do so for him, 1322|I shall not attempt to make him speak, 1322|I shall not ask, I shall not ask him to speak, 1322|If he will not speak or not, or if he refuse: 1322|I am at home now in the silence, 1322|I am at home now, 1322|I do not wish to do it again. 1322|The man who is to be my friend will make use of any modes of being 1322|A man from a foreign country, I cannot write this sentence for you, 1322|I do not want to go on living, 1322|I have done with it, I shall not waste it. 1322|I have done with it, shall not live upon it, 1322|I shall not live by it, 1322|I shall not live till I am dead by it, 1322|To me whatever happens now I find matter, and whatever must 1322|fall under the same general general heading, if you please. 1322|I have gone into the solitude, 1322|I have gone into the wilderness, 1322|I am at peace, I am in the solitude, 1322|I will not change my state, 1322|That is, I do not mean anything, 1322|I cannot say it any differently; 1322|I shall sit here for a little while longer, 1322|I shall sit here longer still than you, 1322|I shall stand here awhile shorter and longer. 1322|I shall stand here for a little while longer, 1322|I shall stand here awhile shorter and longer, 1322|I shall stand here a little longer and longer, 1322|I do not want to stand here at all lengths or longer, 1322|I shall stand here a little longer and shorter, 1322|I shall stand here now, 1322|I will stand down a little while longer at this moment, 1322|I am no longer, in my own self, inclined to stand here at all lengths, 1322|I shall stand there awhile short of my own self in this state, 1322|I shall stand here, I shall sit here a little longer at this moment, 1322|The day is ending and the lights are slowly waning, 1322|The lamps are lighted, the beds are set down, 1322|The guests are laid down, 1322|The bed is spread, 1322|The supper is over all the party. 1322|To the table at the door the person descending is handed for the 1322|preview and the buffet. 1322|And now the buffet begins. 1322|I am a man of seventy-three, 1322|My flesh and blood is the Lord my God, 1322|My very being is holy bread, 1322|This is the feast of life eternal, 1322|The mystery of death is but mystery. 1322|Who knows of aught in the creation, 1322|Who knows nought in the creation, 1322|I am a wild beast of the forest, 1322|My flesh and blood is the Lord my God, 1322|My very being is holy bread, 1322|This is the feast of life eternal. 1322|Who knows of aught in the creation, 1322|Who knows nought in the creation, 1322|I am a bird of the air, 1322|My flesh and blood is the Lord my God, 1322|My very being is holy bread, 1322|This is the feast of God eternal. 1322|I know your voice, I know your eyes 1322|I know your heart, I know your eyes, 1322|I know your soul I cannot doubt, 1322|I know the love of you supreme, 1322|The love of God divine, 1322|The love of man eternal, 1322|The best of man I believe, 1322|The best of man created, 1322|Through the spirit's way, through flesh's way, 1322|The holy and the free, 1322|From the day creation sprung, 1322|From a woman I created him, 1322|I, the flower of womanhood, 1322|The sweet child of woman's love complete, 1322|The ======================================== SAMPLE 13740 ======================================== 1471|When his voice 1471|Was drowned in the surge; 1471|And his hand 1471|Stood at his side, as if to touch him out of the sea, 1471|He knew not what; 1471|And so did I, 1471|As I only knew 1471|His own heart's beat. 1471|I was a child of faith, 1471|And a child of fate, 1471|And for whom the Lord 1471|Had granted such a heart is blest! 1471|I will not see that heart go hence, 1471|So bright was it, and so dear to Thee! 1471|There's no death with it, 1471|And its pulses beat 1471|In the flesh, as the rest do not-- 1471|I have heard the Voice I ought to have heard! 1471|I will not see thy death at hand, 1471|Nor a thing with it move, 1471|Or take a shape that it may not-- 1471|He whom it speaks! 1471|I know not how it knows Thy life, 1471|Nor where it lies, 1471|Nor Thy will, nor why, 1471|Nor Thine own will, thy self-given will; 1471|It lies with me so near; 1471|It has such power to know 1471|Every sense and deed, 1471|It knows so well each life and life! 1471|I know its purpose, and its will, 1471|I see it, I see it, 1471|I am with it so near 1471|Each sense and sense and deed: 1471|I know each heart's and will's-- 1471|I know their purpose, their will, 1471|I know how, and when, and whither, and where,-- 1471|I know all to the end 1471|Of my captivity! 1471|I am so near: why do I stand 1471|As from a star 1471|Above me, seeing Thee--as where I would gaze? 1471|My will! my will! how can it seem 1471|That thou shouldst thus 1471|From Thy face and thine own shouldst rise 1471|My soul's highest will, whose will I see not! 1471|I cannot hear, nor see; 1471|As air I cannot love, as earth I despise. 1471|Is it not fit, O Lord?-- 1471|Is it not fair, O God, 1471|To have my will--my soul's will which I bear, 1471|The soul's will of my soul's will, all to have, 1471|And live, and love, and be with mine own? 1471|'Tis fit, O Lord, and fair to me, and right. 1471|For mine own soul's full fire 1471|Was never quenched, 1471|I have it lit, or flickered wide-- 1471|O God, the soul's highest will! 1471|O God, the soul's highest will! 1471|I am not sure. 1471|How could I be? 1471|I should not be with thee, sweet; 1471|If I had felt thy touch of thy sweet will-- 1471|My will for love, mine for aught I know - 1471|My soul's light must have gone out quite--God knows 1471|How could I so lose it, or not? 1471|O Lord, and is thy will 1471|With mine too? 1471|Thou dost not love me? Yes!--and the day 1471|Thy light is turned to night-- 1471|Is not my heart with love with thee so one 1471|That I am not one with all things? 1471|O Lord, I thank Thee 1471|That I am not one with all things, 1471|And am not one with all things with thee, 1471|And am not one with all things with thee! 1471|I am not one with all things! 1471|O God, have Thou not heard 1471|My prayer? I am not sure. 1471|That prayer was most 1471|An idle one, 1471|As any may be seen 1471|Where the tree-trunk is, or the rope. 1471|I saw ======================================== SAMPLE 13750 ======================================== 2819|And yet--so long ago it was, 2819|When I was small, and father's knee 2819|Was at his side, and mother's breast 2819|Was soothing on his little head, 2819|And I was little and she was old-- 2819|I never thought of that at all. 2819|When the world was new and goodly, 2819|When my eyes were opened yet 2819|To the light of all the beauty 2819|That was lying in the garden 2819|That my father loved the best of all, 2819|I remember he was young. 2819|Father was small, his head just turned, 2819|Mother was wrinkled, but she smiled, 2819|Just like any little child-- 2819|The smile of the sunflower, the smile 2819|Of a little child upon its mother 2819|When her eyes are opened, I remember. 2819|And we walked in the garden that day; 2819|Father and I as peers did meet-- 2819|Father walked with his long soft hair 2819|And I with my playmates pretty; 2819|And they were all very fair in 2819|Their looks and dresses and figure 2819|In this great garden of the world. 2819|Mother--you may think, dear child, 2819|Mother's eyes were deep as death-- 2819|She would have looked a pall 2819|Over this wondrous world. 2819|But when they came to stand by me, 2819|She said to me, "You are not old, 2819|"You look too young for your seed, 2819|"You know the best places to explore 2819|"When you are ten years old." 2819|When we had come well up the steep 2819|By the blue wall where the sky is 2819|All light and shadow, 2819|The little trees with heavy brown 2819|And yellow leaves came slowly over, 2819|With little bells where branches meet, 2819|And little bells where branches fall. 2819|They were white as cream, and one 2819|Said to the other, "Ah, little boy, 2819|"What are you doing here?" 2819|And the little boy said, "I 2819|"I am roaming 2819|"About the wood, in my little plaid, 2819|"I am sleeping 2819|"In the thicket by the river, 2819|"I am playing, 2819|"I am not afraid." 2819|The wind blew. "My little son," 2819|The little boy said, "what careth 2819|"You to blow on these old trees, 2819|"And scatter their little leaflets, 2819|"And scatter their little fruit?" 2819|And the wind blew. "Brother, brother, 2819|"You cannot," the little boy said, 2819|"You cannot reach these little leaves." 2819|So he stayed and curled his arms 2819|Over his little mother's arms, 2819|And murmured, "I am glad to be 2819|Here beside my little mother!" 2819|The little windmill is a thing 2819|I have heard of, where men swear 2819|When it is up against the sky, 2819|It will not stand a chance-- 2819|It is built so well, so well, 2819|It is strong as that, I say. 2819|It's always ready to begin 2819|And never arched itself, 2819|Or the sky's enough sand to build a nest 2819|Upon, upon, upon, so well. 2819|My little brother, though, is seven years old-- 2819|You always can tell by the age of a child, 2819|The air, the sky, the water, and the grass, 2819|That he has felt what it means to be young; 2819|And that's why he always says, when he's asked 2819|Where the little windmill is, "It's like a flower." 2819|Down in the lane, 2819|All the day, 2819|Sits the blind pig. 2819|When the playtime's done 2819|Sits the blind pig. 2819|I will paint you somet 2819|Moret, 2819 ======================================== SAMPLE 13760 ======================================== 1745|All that I have of this worlde; I desiree 1745|The same with thee; I wish my selfe to live; 1745|The life I now enjoy not with content 1745|In that life long to mee is monie; 1745|That life is labour, paines and sorrows high; 1745|It is a hot, dreary journey; and the hope 1745|Of life is now but in the hereafter. 1745|And for (as said before) that I may share 1745|Of thy blisses, I desiree no part 1745|But such as is thine freely to impart, 1745|And such as is thy good mutually strait. 1745|The Gods, and all the force of heavinesse 1745|Nowise I surrender, not to mee; 1745|Nor such as to their altars sacrifice 1745|Souls of great men, once death to all, 1745|Now life to all, to mee their servitors: 1745|But such as by thir hazard must partake, 1745|Or both who are transcendent, and I 1745|In this wretched plight am left of thee. 1745|I cannot, know I cannot what it is, 1745|Thy blisses without us, or that is not, 1745|But is with us, which of our selves is best; 1745|Or what is here, or there, to us or ours 1745|A creature, and in us it is confounded. 1745|Or if I can but scan thee, and discern 1745|Thy somedeal state, and what thou art to mee, 1745|I shall discover the assistance sure 1745|Of thee to mee, and that to thee reseale. 1745|So boldly did I in thy self expose 1745|That carnal lechery, and as much at large 1745|As if to dwell on thee were pleasure, 1745|And that of thee were infinite content; 1745|Nor could I less thy self expose and name, 1745|Than that this Infinite, this Exchequer 1745|Of all my pleasures, might of right be counted 1745|A paradise among forbidden things. 1745|O bliss! if of that bliss more delight 1745|I had not felt thee so, more hid in night 1745|From thy own light, would not thy self betray 1745|Me too to thy self, more dark and dull 1745|Than to the pensive Pagans, that with wings 1745|Delude with dreams, and with strange phantoms throng 1745|Thir heaven and hell; and these to raise me up 1745|From perishing dissolution, fold me 1745|More close unto the Great Highest, made of Light, 1745|Than would we tear the Tartar from his Head: 1745|And in our darkness would our darkness blend 1745|Into my Soul, as in with open Door 1745|Such surmise to enter, when they would wise men teach, 1745|And lead them to the good: and so we pass 1745|Into the house of darkness, and, all in it, 1745|Is not the Light, is not the Light. 1745|Or if this be not, that I perceive 1745|Thy shape, so frequent in my dreams 1745|Appealing unto me, beseech thee say, 1745|What is thy name? what art thou? what estate 1745|O'ershadow thee? and what in thee is good 1745|That I should ponder upon high? and how 1745|Specially thine hour, with all the Stars 1745|Yeareth'nd toward us, at our entrance humbles me. 1745|Say first what this Division ise, 1745|Sylla from Gotha here in Italy 1745|The sovran standard blest, whose warlike rage 1745|The Latian dames, for love of Mars, forbad, 1745|Fearing the heathen, might obtain 1745|From pagans region, where the laws 1745|Might best be kept, and virtue most secured. 1745|For there, to all eternity 1745|This division holds true, both here and hereafter. 1745|To Rome ofttimes is called in this place 1745|The Golden Age, and is said to be 1745|Composed ======================================== SAMPLE 13770 ======================================== 28591|How often I have smiled 28591|When I was dreaming 28591|Of a life more bright, 28591|And of a God more kind. 28591|I have often wondered, 28591|And I always have been glad, 28591|Who am the world's slave; 28591|Who makes the common lot 28591|All the brighter and better? 28591|I have many a day 28591|Looked upon the night, 28591|And with many a sigh 28591|Sat at my own sweet will; 28591|Watched and waited, while 28591|Night was shining round. 28591|I have often wondered, 28591|And I always have been glad, 28591|Who but God can see 28591|Most and all the way; 28591|Who can know the day? 28591|I have often wondered 28591|What a holy man 28591|Is before all the boys 28591|God is in his hand; 28591|In his hands the books, 28591|And his eyes are calm, 28591|With the light in His eyes. 28591|Who can ever know 28591|What we seek for but Him? 28591|Who but God doth see 28591|What we in His ways? 28591|Then the days are soonest 28591|Which our way will trace; 28591|For His love doth view 28591|All things from all points. 28591|I have sometimes pondered, 28591|Ere I dared to dream, 28591|"Greater than I know 28591|This is God above; 28591|Father of all that is; 28591|And of perfect love; 28591|In all things 'tis his will 28591|To make the least 28591|Themselves to be. 28591|"If there is one, beyond 28591|All the world's delights; 28591|One, who all desires 28591|Can and will control; 28591|And who hears us in prayer, 28591|He, for his love ever, 28591|Is the Christ that died-- 28591|Whose dear dear sake!" 28591|I am weak. I suffer wrong; 28591|I have no power but from him who is strong with love, 28591|With a word, or an act, that will make the world not harsh; 28591|But how can it ever be true if it be not uttered? 28591|If I can but be strong in the power God gives to me, 28591|What a glorious blessing will it be to me, my wife! 28591|Can it ever be true that it is spoken, or put in act? 28591|The only proof, then, would have to do that God is with me; 28591|The strongest and the bravest that ever stood before, 28591|I can be; how weak I must be, that you have courage in me. 28591|So I will say it; in the light upon the ground below 28591|I will make it certain: there's no one can stand in my place; 28591|Nothing can stand more firm, but I have strength to be changed. 28591|I have sinned. I have offended. Not in anger I've spoken, 28591|But to hurt you with my weakness, weak and wounded from the past; 28591|What if, in my heart, I had not always done so, dear! 28591|Why was it that he took my life at the very moment it mattered, 28591|When no one else could help but me, and in spite of a thousand 28591|saying, 28591|If I had not done this, he would not have to die on the spot? 28591|For, as soon as you are safe and comforted in my presence, 28591|You can only say: "Be strong, my dear, to endure and go on." 28591|This life of ours is a glorious vision that we see, 28591|Each day we marvel and cry out, "What vision can be finer?" 28591|We stand and gaze and cry, "Here's a work of God that is fine!" 28591|Now, when we get to the end, our soul can find content by 28591|the words: 28591|"It is finished. It reaches the world." 28591|And as I stood by her side, 28591|A child's glad voice ======================================== SAMPLE 13780 ======================================== 16059|¡Cuánta y bien, y también á nuestro hondo, 16059|Dose, quitar la vista no te ved! 16059|(Tres lejos que el alma, y que se adoran 16059|El sonda, y luz á tu presencia el cielo.) 16059|(¡Oh enojado que llevan te conde 16059|La fuerza que hizo el pueblo había! 16059|Aquel pueblo, otro voy el semblante 16059|Y de donde el conde á nuevo hondo!) 16059|(¡Vitalidad, de tanto me sabias 16059|El nubre con mis ojos á su nombre! 16059|De nubre de vos papales vos pedía, 16059|Del polvo de la Alajid y de día!...) 16059|En cuyo inflamada el día 16059|Aquel la verde sierra, 16059|Y en la gaza á la guerra á la sangre 16059|Veis más que el alma, y de vida 16059|¿Suen todo á las almas bordado 16059|Que se decía, y de su frente al hombre? 16059|Alzó el sueño de Juan, de Juan Cañón. 16059|¡Ay! ¡allá! ¡allá! 16059|¿Dónde fuerzas de amor, 16059|Por ser los alas decía? 16059|¿Quién habló la gaza á la sangre 16059|El polvo de la Alajid y de día? 16059|Ya en la pena á las almas, 16059|Ya en la mano de la muerte, 16059|¡Boba! ¡allá! ¡allá! 16059|Del polvo de las ánimas, 16059|Allá! ¡Boba! Abierto el alma 16059|Aquel fija y levantarse, 16059|Vuelve el creadario río, 16059|Y la nación gaza á su presencia 16059|Vogre seco del rio, á la sierra 16059|Al día de su mal, el oído. 16059|La voz de su mal. 16059|Pasas mi alma estoy siento! 16059|Una voz que alzó mi voz doncella! 16059|Himniendo otras su ciudad al pueblo 16059|El ángel de su plus y un desmara, 16059|Sobre fuego el alma de mi voz doncella. 16059|La voz de su mal. 16059|No hay place tochen el ánimo hielo. 16059|Y al día de su mal. 16059|Dios mío, aunque hoy para el bieno, 16059|Al arrepentivo del santo cualquier; 16059|Y en verso más de otro cuento 16059|El monstruo abierto, de entonces y de aseso, 16059|Y á mi fama se ativitó su cabeza y se atento. 16059|¡Ocudo! ¡cuenca mejor de mi nombre! 16059|Cesó mi voz canta está te llamó; 16059|Y en ti, en tanto, en nombre, en reino, en cicho, 16059|Y es grande y es la grande y es la pelea, 16059|Que á mi voz más de la grande y es la pelea! 16059|¡Bien mejor! ¡cuenca mejor de mi sombra!... 16059|¡Bien mejor! ¡cuenca mejor de tu frente!... 16059|Que de ser á sus afectos hielos 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 13790 ======================================== 8187|"That I must see my little son--" he said 8187|"That he must see his mother, and may not 8187|"Be in the care of any other man. 8187|"The great care of all our household wealth--" 8187|And here his voice broke:--"I told him when he lived 8187|"That if he took away some golden toys 8187|"He _would not_ leave his little one without them:-- 8187|"He had not wished for that! 'Twere ill next month 8187|"From this time on if he _should_ leave them away! 8187|"No!--he should never go into a fever, 8187|"And still healthier, if your mother can 8187|"Look after the goods; and he, when he's _out_, 8187|"Oh, you'd think he'd keep on always in _fare_! 8187|"And if your father comes to see you-- 8187|"What then? he'd only like _to_ you, my dear, 8187|"And all the children want is their dear father near, 8187|"So, here again I'm forced to ask, 8187|"Should I have _anything_ to say, 8187|"Or wish at all to follow my Lady's footsteps, 8187|"Or ask any question--but, pray, 8187|"When shall I see the girl again? 8187|"The lady, my fair, my beautiful child, 8187|"Who in the midst of this great world of ours 8187|"Looks like her own sweet sister, the Queen, 8187|"When she is not in her fever!" 8187|The words came, as the little mother heard, 8187|From every one of those, both great and small,-- 8187|_But_ that little boy--she could not bear 8187|To think that ever he could give 8187|A slip to any one--so she whispered low, 8187|And kissed him, with no word to break 8187|The silence, save one, low, timid word, 8187|"My dear! my _foe_, pray come inside, 8187|"And watch the lady, when she takes her last 8187|"Rib from behind!--and, if I say 8187|"That the _other_ is in danger by this, 8187|"You must kiss her, and be so kind 8187|"As not to ask where she is gone. 8187|"She needs this--that only; 8187|"And kiss _her_ every time. 8187|"Oh! my daughter! if you'd like to be-- 8187|"My own sweet _daughter_, my own bright, blest 8187|"Lover, father, friend, if you would love me so!" 8187|So he whispered weakly, with no word, 8187|"Forgive him, for my _daughter_'s fault-- 8187|"Pray forgive your darling! God be with her! 8187|"I, that was very mad, have been so mad, 8187|"At this moment, since she came back-- 8187|"And can scarcely tell you how she was dressed; 8187|"And when you've given your darling _leave_ 8187|"She'll find that she wears something too; 8187|"And you'll see her, too, a ribbon on her back 8187|"That she's not very _well_-disguised;-- 8187|"I'm sure you'll see her, you old boy,-- 8187|"Yes!--I'm _sure_ that I've told you well. 8187|"Oh! my child, why did you lie awake-- 8187|"Oh! my daughter! we were all in sleep, 8187|"When we beheld a woman rise, 8187|"Whose hair the day-spring had not yet fled, 8187|"And eyes that seemed to peer through sleep; 8187|"And, ah, the things we dreamt of then-- 8187|"_How they would dream and weep again!_ 8187|"I did but see her, to be sure, 8187|"And as if I could see my girl, 8187|"A faint light seemed to stir in her eyes; 8187|"And her eyes' delight was all but ======================================== SAMPLE 13800 ======================================== 24605|For I can't walk, nor ride, nor ride I can. 24605|I could not even rise my head, 24605|When the storm rolled from the north. 24605|I went out in the storm, like a tree 24605|That's in a wood, and it makes no noise at all 24605|To prove the wood is useful. 24605|I wandered out, and I took no heed 24605|Where did men wander and look for me? 24605|When I came back I was not there! 24605|I had no coat, and I had no shoes, 24605|When a thief came and stole them and then 24605|To take away your coat you must live! 24605|And, oh, it's hard to make a run for it, 24605|When they are all about you! 24605|I had my hat, but I had no penny, 24605|So I went to the bank to borrow more; 24605|And the next hour I looked as dull as can be 24605|Although I looked all smart. 24605|But oh, I am not a very smart man, 24605|And I hate the man who steals away 24605|His coat with the credit on his hand, 24605|And I am not a very good banker, 24605|And I hate the man who lends to _none_, 24605|Where as the poor man has got the credit, 24605|And he should own it for his own. 24605|I'm not afraid to ask for what I want, 24605|And I don't fear to be trusted, and I'm sure 24605|That's why I'm still alive and I'm still young 24605|And I love to hear the children call, 24605|For they're so kind and so good. 24605|I'm not afraid to get up in the morning 24605|And to go to school as soon as the sun goes down, 24605|For I don't see anybody that will give 24605|A better education than me. 24605|I've got a little pocket full of change, 24605|Which I use for getting up and going about; 24605|And the very best of all your money's worth 24605|Is the kindness of some man or woman. 24605|But do you think, when up there with the moon on my 24605|Back, and I on the top of the very tallest hill, 24605|That I am a lazy child, you must worry and 24605|Depress? 24605|There is sorrow at every turn, 24605|And the brightest day is clouded quite, 24605|And the best of the best may not be 24605|The very best; 24605|There is grief, in every place, 24605|In every place, 24605|There is sorrow at every turn. 24605|I am sorry when I shall be gone, 24605|And I am sad to have left you behind. 24605|I am sorry when I see your face no longer, 24605|And I know that I shall never meet again, 24605|'Tis true, I have met, but I have never met. 24605|You still smile, and you still wait, and tease me. 24605|But I must go. 24605|And when we're gone, 24605|And you have left me still, 24605|Yes, I will miss you just as much as you 24605|Will miss the day. 24605|But when we'll meet again, 24605|Oh, then I will not fear, 24605|And sorrow will not touch me as I go on. 24605|There is joy in every spot, 24605|There is hope and peace at every door. 24605|There is joy, in every place, 24605|There is hope, in every place. 24605|I am sorry when I must depart, 24605|But God will help the hour. 24605|I will not ask for more than I have now 24605|In my little little body. 24605|In the winter I had to go to the doctor, 24605|Because the children couldn't stay at home; 24605|In summer I have to go to school, 24605|But it's very nice to be a boy again. 24605|I have to wear a coat that is long at the shoulder, 24605|But I'm very good in all kinds of weather ======================================== SAMPLE 13810 ======================================== 2487|The heart of my soul is as an ouzel's 2487|In the softest of perfumes. 2487|If life for me is one sweet, fleeting gleam, 2487|Then the old room is the sweetest. You seem 2487|To be floating past me in a golden mist, 2487|And yet, I know that you are there--only you, 2487|Except for shadows there to smile and pass, 2487|Except for a little wisp of hair that falls 2487|Among the roses of my heart. 2487|Only you! only you! the soul of me, 2487|That is as tender as the scent upon the breeze! 2487|Only a dream of the dark. 2487|Only you! the sweetest thing that ever was, 2487|Or will be, forevermore! in the world 2487|Or this world alone. 2487|Only you! and you must live forevermore! 2487|Only you! you are all I now must sing 2487|To the deep of eternity. Only you, 2487|Who lived, and loved, and died, and dream to live, 2487|Only you! so sweet and clear, 2487|My soul and my body, too, so, must go 2487|Back back to you. 2487|Only you! my only soul! in the end 2487|Shall that memory fade and it all be gone, 2487|And I must die? 2487|Only you! only you! and your eyes go up, 2487|Easily as dreams and as swiftly go, 2487|Easily as dreams. 2487|Only you! but I know that your soul lies there, 2487|Lying and lying.... At last I stand 2487|Stront in the dawn. 2487|And my feet are cold. And my spirit has grown, 2487|And my heart grew, frail and light, like a flower 2487|That has blown out of sight. 2487|So I stoop and lift the curtains--and that is 2487|The curtain that trembled over the years 2487|When I held it in my hand. 2487|I would not have you think that it trembled 2487|As it trembled over the ruins of life, 2487|When I held it in my hand; 2487|Rather, it trembled for a friend in need, 2487|A heart that knew the worth of a man's heart-- 2487|The dear old soul. 2487|One dark and lonely night when I was a boy, 2487|I passed that way, as I went home from school, 2487|And there was a lady in a beautiful moonlight 2487|Rose-blushed, as if to ask me gently, 'Is it here?' 2487|I stopped, and she looked at me sadly and said, 2487|'You mustn't look at her so--you have missed her!' 2487|And then I was alone. 2487|So it never seems to trouble my heart 2487|To think of the night when she went out of sight. 2487|Where is she now? Ah, can it be she is dead? 2487|Ah, can it be? 2487|She is the one who led me, so often so 2487|To hear the music of heaven's answer loud! 2487|I would not have you think 2487|That she would wish to let me be alone, 2487|Because I feel that she was right and I wrong. 2487|Her presence, too, will always take my place 2487|When the winds are out of tune, or the shadows are near; 2487|And that--and only that-- 2487|Is where my soul dwells now. 2487|Only to make myself whole again and whole 2487|As heretofore, with the strength of soul and body 2487|That then I used, I will seek her there above-- 2487|I never can forget. 2487|Only to seek again, 2487|And live and love in the life my life alone 2487|Built for her, my soul is here--on some flowery hill 2487|That is far from the rest there--on some hill 2487|That is dark as the sky, or somewhere in the earth 2487|Bearing no promise for me but only a word, 2487|And far ======================================== SAMPLE 13820 ======================================== 23665|For I love you, 23665|And I know they'll be proud of me, 23665|When they see how I love you. 23665|_The Ballad of the Two-and-Seventy Cities._ 23665|When, in the midst of the fray, 23665|The brave and successful captain 23665|Struck near the heart the fatal blow; 23665|The brave and successful captain 23665|With his last breath must see his son 23665|Die when the guns began to rattle. 23665|But the good dog,--a loyal friend 23665|In good breeding, and in arms-- 23665|Though he bore a deadly wound, 23665|Was called on the field of battle: 23665|"Captain, the foe is in your grasp!" 23665|And he answered: "Not one, my friend! 23665|For I bear the wound, I bore the wound, 23665|And they may cry till I lie: 23665|I am lying; but I'll bear the burden 23665|Of my heart, and my wounds will heal." 23665|But the bad dog--he roared at him, 23665|Cursing the day when he came, 23665|And he barked as he ran: "Captain, 23665|I will cut your throat! my fangs! my fangs!" 23665|And he went to his work, and he kept 23665|Away, for the dogs were a' fain 23665|To be cut open, ere they came near. 23665|When he got them clean, in the morning, 23665|And then he sat and made a speech 23665|Of the dogs that had their toll: 23665|"No dog of mine but has paid 23665|The cost of his own blood; 23665|I had a daughter once,--I left her 23665|In such hard plight, but I nursed her 23665|When she was but a child; and now 23665|I will bear, as you can understand, 23665|These four little ones to die." 23665|"How beautiful they are, how sweet!" 23665|Cried the captain; and he laid 23665|The beautiful, sad four children 23665|Upon the altar of my heart; 23665|And he prayed: "Save them, O Lord!" 23665|They died, and I saw Heaven smile: 23665|Then to the captain I cried: 23665|"And shall not my four little ones 23665|Be saved from the cruel blade? 23665|"I will drive this dog away, 23665|Let him not come near my children: 23665|They are saved--they have no trace." 23665|The dog was fierce, fierce and rude; 23665|I could not bear to watch them die, 23665|Nor bear those four poor lonely babies. 23665|And when they seemed, their mother, 23665|She looked so pale and worn, with breath 23665|Frozen and wild, as she wept o'er them 23665|In their lone, dismal grave at night. 23665|_Sydneian airs--in harmony_ 23665|_With harmony divine_ 23665|_The songs of ancient Rome appear_ 23665|_In light celestial harmonies_ 23665|_Harmonies of angels all divine._ 23665|When I was only a boy, 23665|I loved to walk in the meadows, 23665|Where the dew lay on the grass; 23665|And the little dew-drops they came 23665|In little silver brooms. 23665|And I used to climb upon a berry, 23665|To lie down upon its tender ribs; 23665|And from underneath those ribs, 23665|To look above my head in the sky, 23665|Or over the world from my bunk, 23665|I would climb in the sunshine, 23665|Through the fragrant, sun-bleach'd grass, 23665|And breathe, in its mellow sweetness, 23665|A "Oh's!" 23665|When the sun went down, 23665|A garden's in flower, 23665|And when the heat of the day 23665|Succeeded in the heat of the day, 23665|I used to lie on my bunk 23665|All in the sun, as in a dream, 23 ======================================== SAMPLE 13830 ======================================== 18500|By the wild wood-ways in the swathing west. 18500|To-day, at four o'clock, she lies by his side, 18500|And to-morrow, in the gloaming, he may wed 18500|Another fair, though of a different place; 18500|For the lads of Ayrshire, I ween, 18500|Are in celestial pomp a-plenty, 18500|To-night--and I'm but a low-worth laird! 18500|The moon is up, and over the sea 18500|The smile o' Heaven smiles as white as snow; 18500|But I wad like to throw a kites, 18500|In triumph to the British Queen! 18500|She sits at her teasand, watching her tresses, 18500|And dreaming of the days when first she felt 18500|Sick freedom's pangs--when vainly she strove 18500|Strong manhood's conqueror, and she fell 18500|Unpleased--unimpregnably subdued! 18500|And then, and then, my tadin' of power 18500|Thought aught but mischief--I wad a-beek! 18500|O, Heaven! may never any mair mak mischief! 18500|May never wicked thoughts tempt me to sin; 18500|May never any foe my peace annoy! 18500|But the day may come when my little een, 18500|(Tho' my love I ill deserve--I hae mae)-- 18500|May see her father's face, my ain Sally, 18500|Sae fair, sae young, sae hale, sae hasty, 18500|Sae jolly, as a lark in the morning, 18500|(That ever so free o'er the earth she rides)-- 18500|May see her gallant father's face, my ain. 18500|To-day my little intent is Sally, 18500|To-morrow, mair,--my mither's a whust: 18500|I've twa-thousand pounds on me, mysel, 18500|(That still cann't be o'er langer than mair) 18500|I wad hae a' to live, sae miserly, 18500|Ere I've sund four pounds o' sic riches; 18500|But now I'm warkless, oh, how can it be, 18500|That I do sair contrais anither waur? 18500|Oh I maun stand upon my tatters, 18500|Oh I maun languish wi' anguish, 18500|And moan and sigh an' moan an' moan! 18500|I swear, I vow, on my life! I swear, 18500|I swear, my dear mistress, I swear, 18500|Till I've to the bottom, i' the hole, 18500|A body and a soul i' the lave. 18500|A' to the deevil, my dear mistress, 18500|Whate'er may hap sae lang, o'er a;ught, 18500|Thou'lt think it sin if I dare tak 18500|Whist-campane o' thy heart an' lea'; 18500|Or e'en a hapless auld wife's tear, 18500|Scoop in thy heart to her laaste kiss. 18500|The sough o' winter, my Dear Wife, 18500|Has quite wearied wi' your sighng; 18500|An' thus I do ca' by the wale 18500|Gangstaher words o' Shakespeare's monie; 18500|Sae I'll jouk up my auld gray shawl, 18500|An' gang wi' thee, my Dear auld wife, 18500|Thro' the burn-side siller I'll ca' by, 18500|An' gi'e thee thy auld gray lace. 18500|Auld Shame her as she rides the lash; 18500|The thorn may blossom o'er her stane; 18500|An' neebours craw in fearfu' gangs, 18500|But still she brak a' their hides. 18500|An' aye, at her touch-wood key-- 18500|A gowden wand's a weapon dire; 18500 ======================================== SAMPLE 13840 ======================================== 24269|I'll give unto thee a prize, which if I may 24269|Reserve, I shall myself resign. I see 24269|Still other graces, if thou attend me well; 24269|For here, at all times, she sits in beauty, 24269|Fair and immaculate as she was wont 24269|Before she left her home, and every seat 24269|Attended by her maidens, is well supplied 24269|With silver, gold, and polish'd lapis-lages. 24269|But I will bring thee all I ask, and will 24269|Give thee, also, a beaker and tepid urn 24269|Of sweet repast, while thou shalt sit beside. 24269|Then, when she had, at last, her fill of food, 24269|She gave her daughter up to her, and when 24269|She had, at length, her fill of sweet repast, 24269|She gave her youngest child, whom now herself 24269|Pitied and seasoned, to her bosom bore 24269|A cup of ambrosial wine, and when 24269|At last she had consum'd with her the beaker 24269|And tepid urn (for such of use she made, 24269|That none more fitting might be found, or better 24269|In a palace), the Hero thus began. 24269|I have been long engaged in pleasant talk, 24269|But now I am drawn by the necessity 24269|Of the approaching feast, since some report 24269|Of the absence of the Hero, my guest, 24269|Alone directs, who, by the will of heav'n, 24269|Hath nevermore return'd. For should he wear 24269|This ring, whom I believe to him to be, 24269|And in a foreign land, mine own most wise 24269|And prudent father, with a heart already 24269|Flames, that we might meet at our repast 24269|At some far bourne, he would, in his turn, 24269|Dispose me of this beauteous creature, who 24269|Is like his father, and is all his own. 24269|But if some other beauteous thing at last 24269|Rescued me from this ruin I must meet, 24269|Let him be mine; and then, a favor mine, 24269|The greatest will my father's heart embrace. 24269|But I will tell thee more in a short space 24269|Of many other ills, which need not be, 24269|Since now I shall without the city stand 24269|Alone, or in the fleet, for me are sought 24269|By others far, who from my village home 24269|Have parted from the people, who their deaths 24269|Would have avenged, and I myself of all 24269|My palace stormed, for they say I have been 24269|A gandyrate, and on my mother's brink 24269|Fell in her bed. No cares have I now, 24269|And in all my distress, I cannot feel 24269|The need of food, or such things as they 24269|In the great hostelry of the King 24269|A feast is held, where I may eat and drink 24269|My fill, and in repose sink down; but thou 24269|Shalt have a banquet, who hast thus become 24269|The sport of heav'n, and hast not left thy house. 24269|But now in the lap of evening I sit 24269|Within my house, drinking my repast, 24269|With the fair children half-naked whom, a day 24269|And night, I slew. Now, then, my friends and me 24269|On yonder hill--who by Jove's command 24269|Now watch us, lest that unrequited love 24269|We sever, should at the moment choose 24269|His ease to come against us--situate 24269|In the low mountain's rear, near thine abode. 24269|He said, and with a gesture, that which all 24269|Attended, he raised up a rod of brass, 24269|And at Antinoüs, first, the other, sprang. 24269|He to the ground, beneath, the brave Theban. 24269|Then did Antinoüs cast his eye around, 24269| ======================================== SAMPLE 13850 ======================================== 1852|If you have any questions or hints of your own, 1852|I'm glad to know you're not afraid of a fool like me. 1852|It suits your style. 1852|That you will not tell me, that you think your feelings 1852|Are what your fancy has framed them of late, and not mine 1852|For some moments. 1852|You may tell me, if you will, that you think it is 1852|In your interest not to be so presumptuous as to promise 1852|One who is young, but whom you can never see fit to love. 1852|That I think the very world I've ever known 1852|A stranger's heart. 1852|I am sorry he has come to your doors, 1852|But you cannot understand. 1852|You know, or I, 1852|How foolish is the heart's childish boast 1852|That cannot understand itself, 1852|Nor guess, nor understand. 1852|He has come 1852|Not to seek you here, nor yet to go 1852|To-morrow, nor yet to-day. 1852|You cannot guess what would be left 1852|To you and me, 1852|If, at this moment, there had not been 1852|Some news to tell. 1852|He who will suppose 1852|That you, my mother, would not have found 1852|Such tenderness in me 1852|If he saw not before, 1852|Or ever will have seen, 1852|(I do not say, however, that I blame 1852|That he does not learn it; yet, however, 1852|It is only as his father would have been.) 1852|To see your child in your eyes, 1852|And feel the sympathy that lies 1852|Deep in them for his sake: 1852|For you, the woman 1852|Who is not here in life. 1852|For you, the mother, 1852|Without whom she 1852|Could not be a mother. 1852|For you, the wife, 1852|Without whom my life 1852|Were all of nothing." 1852|"He has come, (I exclaimed in fierce surprise, 1852|And burst out in half-sobs) 1852|A man, a man! what are the words? 1852|He does not speak! and he cannot hear! 1852|I, who am blind, or deaf, or deaf... 1852|... And if he had the skill 1852|And the wisdom to see the truth 1852|Of the words thus far broadcast, 1852|And the thoughts thus far spoken, 1852|He would look on them, 1852|With a calm and a voice, 1852|As if he would speak to me! 1852|(A smile, a smile, he remembered the girl in the door!) 1852|But, if my heart were free, 1852|And this speech were his, 1852|'Twould hardly have been a joyous thing 1852|In the city to-night. 1852|He has not come here for me." 1852|His silence was broken. 1852|"I am young, but I can give back 1852|My own life, live for him. } 1852|I can give to him, if he but loves me, 1852|My heart's whole life." ======================================== SAMPLE 13860 ======================================== 35667|The first word in 'tis the most _fiery_, and as to the last, 35667|The most _fairy fair_, are--"The Moon." 35667|The light which through my window looks 35667|From a window in a garden-wall 35667|Is a light which in the night is dim, 35667|On a wall by a wall above, 35667|That is painted with gaudy hues-- 35667|The moon's self, 35667|In a garden-glade. 35667|The day which lies before me 35667|In a nightdress of the sky, 35667|Is a light in the morning clear, 35667|But the brightness which I see 35667|Is a cloud in the heaven, brown, 35667|And like a rainbow cloud to me 35667|The moon's self-- 35667|In a sky. 35667|The night which hangs above me 35667|Is a cloud of the stars' light 35667|In a darkness of dull gray, brown. 35667|For a cloud, where no stars' light 35667|Floats on the sky, which seems gray, 35667|It is most beautiful-- 35667|It is the moon. 35667|For a moon, it is the sea; 35667|For a sea-bird, the moon; 35667|For a flower, 'tis a snow; 35667|For the moon, it is a star; 35667|For the stars--they are stars! 35667|(If you ask me 35667|What it is that I seek through all these lines, 35667|And what it is that I find,-- 35667|Is it only that I am weary of verse, 35667|That I am worn of rhyme, 35667|That I am worn of verse, 35667|That through these years 35667|I have wandered in a dark and weary way; 35667|And as day's weary hours 35667|Tossed me in all storms 35667|Beneath this sky, the moon-- 35667|With a cloud of the stars 35667|And a night above me-- 35667|Shines--and the hours-- 35667|With a moon. 35667|The years that pass beneath the starless sky 35667|Have reached a climax now. We have passed past, 35667|E'en at the very gate of the new-born year, 35667|On which is inscribed by our fingers new sign 35667|The final years of the poets. And now come 35667|New years in their solemn new pomp of gold, 35667|Of a hundred thousand new days--the year 35667|The world begins. 35667|In a world of gods and men 35667|Is found a poem. 35667|The world begins 35667|With the breath of the morning, 35667|Sinks as night and wanes, 35667|Till the sunlight is gone 35667|And a darkness reigned-- 35667|A new dawn, a new life 35667|And a new mystery. 35667|The poet is man, 35667|For he sings from the stars 35667|In a world of gods 35667|And men. 35667|The poet is God, 35667|For he rules from the skies 35667|And laughs in the sun 35667|When it sets. 35667|The poet is woman, 35667|For in her face 35667|Is a poem divine 35667|Of light. 35667|The poet is God, 35667|For he gives back to us 35667|The beauty we lost. 35667|He puts on the woman's grace, 35667|Of the woman's beauty. 35667|He says: "Why do you fear?" 35667|And she laughs in the sunlight 35667|When it sets. 35667|The poet is man, 35667|For he sings from the stars 35667|In a world of gods 35667|And men. 35667|He is God, 35667|For he rules in a heaven 35667|Far above 35667|Our earthling fears. 35667|The poet is woman, 35667|For in her face 35667|Is a poem divine 35667|Of light. 35667|He is God, 35667|So a sunlit flame 35667| ======================================== SAMPLE 13870 ======================================== 1165|For the last time 1165|That I ever shall 1165|Be a woman. 1165|But, like to her, all the rest of them -- 1165|All the rest of them --- 1165|Were born and grew and died as well over her-- 1165|Like her. 1165|For the earth is theirs, 1165|And the air and all that's on it, 1165|The sun and all that's between, 1165|To live with such an elf 1165|And be his mother! 1165|But she won't! The wind and the rain 1165|Shall blow off the dust she's made; 1165|The wind and the rain shall go and come; 1165|They'll never come back! 1165|Yet I'm worried sometimes, even as they 1165|Who live like me beside her side; 1165|I wish she would go, -- what would that be? 1165|And what between us? 1165|"Now, let me go!" the girl did cry, 1165|"I want to be a woman!" there 1165|I laid her down with one restful hand 1165|A-fleece on her head, and slept. 1165|And the next I dreamt it had been May. 1165|I went to her room; I opened the door -- 1165|It was already Night. 1165|O sad, sad sight to see 1165|When Love looks in your face and can not speak, 1165|That you have once again 1165|Been once again his mother! 1165|O wistfully you'll think of me -- 1165|And of me so often and for so long, 1165|And dream of me and smile -- and kiss -- 1165|To the joy of your own lips and hands; 1165|Till it burns your life into my own, 1165|And you miss me, and you miss me, still! 1165|You, to me life is but a name 1165|To bind my spirit fast, 1165|And my senses feel a dream 1165|Where love and love-kindled fire 1165|Meet and come to flame! 1165|You, to me, love is a light 1165|That fades away unbidden, 1165|But I see it daily through 1165|In the eyes of You! 1165|"The night is cold and the wind blows high in the corn," 1165|That's what I hear in my hearing; 1165|I hear a voice singing, and the corn is at strife 1165|With the cry of the birds above; 1165|When I walk alone it comes, and I think of Him 1165|And my heart is sick with pain. 1165|"In the springtime, long ago", 1165|The words in my hearing are stirring; 1165|And the earth is alive with the songs of the trees 1165|That grow in the shadowy plain; 1165|But what are the voices that come to me there, 1165|In the dim and silent night? 1165|And what is the thing in the moonlight there, 1165|That gleams like a ghost in the light? 1165|And what is the shape that shines there so serene, 1165|With its foot on the moonlight snow? 1165|Ah, the ears of my soul would ache if we told 1165|All the secret that the stars reveal; 1165|And the ear that will ache to hear the words 1165|In a whisper so far away! 1165|Ah, the hands of my soul would ache if we would feel 1165|All the secret that the waters tell; 1165|And the eyes of my soul are weary with tears 1165|For the secrets they cannot wake! 1165|And the soul of my soul would ache if it had heard 1165|What the silent souls of the water say, 1165|Or the voice of its God, though it knew not the name -- 1165|Whispered so far away! 1165|How should one speak of the secret of love, 1165|If one could not tell -- if I could speak! 1165|Ah, the souls of my soul would ache if I could tell the secret! 1165|I stood -- and a song came faint and far. 1165|It made me think of a voice that ======================================== SAMPLE 13880 ======================================== 1280|And so I never thought to die; 1280|But they came down by the river that the men could see, 1280|And then the people came up to look. 1280|I was in my room and I could not make a noise, 1280|So they put my head on the table. 1280|They did not see me; they looked at my face 1280|And said they would never trust me any more. 1280|I never asked them, but he who had cut the clothes 1280|With an axe to drive them out of mine eyes 1280|Spoke to the man who carried me down in a wheel 1280|And struck me with the axe. 1280|The men took me to the river, 1280|And they put me where the stream was broadest, 1280|In the river where they threw me. 1280|My blood was red, and my tongue was still. 1280|I would have cried, but I could not speak 1280|Because of my wound. 1280|But the men said, "Well, in five years 1280|You shall be going back to your land." 1280|It is all I have left now. 1280|And they promised I would not die 1280|And go to my grave alone. 1280|But my friends would never let me die. 1280|And I had no more power to do 1280|What men call self-control. 1280|But the more I was a slave, 1280|The more my mind was enslaved, 1280|And I never had any time for pleasure, 1280|And I felt every moment a slave - 1280|A woman of a war. 1280|The war was finished when our town was sacked, 1280|But I still remember the soldiers' shouts, 1280|And my hand unconsciously gripped a rifle butt, 1280|Crying to myself in a helpless way 1280|That I must have it all. 1280|But I never was angry with my men, 1280|For I loved my women who had suffered most; 1280|And I had never been wounded of any man, 1280|And no one ever hit me. 1280|They did not understand, 1280|But that was all I knew. 1280|And in my youth I knew many more wars, 1280|And I never was glad to go away 1280|From that which I felt every moment of it: 1280|That these men were slaves. 1280|As we journeyed homeward by the light of a spreading fire, 1280|I saw no living face in this city. 1280|I never was able to feel any joy, no matter how 1280|I was feeling the world's oppression. 1280|That is why I did not cry. 1280|I do not know whether 1280|It is true that I saw in the flames 1280|All my dream of love once lived. 1280|It was so hard to go out to the city of fire 1280|And see the naked eyes in the faces of men. 1280|I did not speak the words to tell her, 1280|But I saw that no love can be taken from the dead 1280|Through a dream. 1280|The way of the night is to follow through 1280|Into the daylight after your enemy. 1280|Aye, I am so frightened to death 1280|That I do not know what to do or say. 1280|I cannot give you courage and strength. 1280|You should not be afraid. 1280|I think we can help you with our prayers 1280|Who have taken up our enemy. 1280|I would pray for your soul, 1280|And my prayers would be for your freedom, 1280|And my peace I would give to you 1280|If you would return to me. 1280|And I never shall see you in hell! 1280|I will give you my prayer or pray for your free soul too,-- 1280|I shall pray for you in this body. 1280|I think in this flesh of mine 1280|I would give your soul back to you, 1280|Your dear womanhood. 1280|I would give you all of my soul 1280|If you would return to me. 1280|It was only last night 1280|I saw in your dream 1280|That your face and eyes ======================================== SAMPLE 13890 ======================================== 15370|But, though I know I may make an honest few o' them, 15370|There's room for a 'bout seven o' 'em, I must own. 15370|But there ain't no fun in the 'ell, so, if I do, 15370|I'd rather be a B. F. C. A., 15370|An' if I 'oo'd all gone to planning it out, 15370|I reckon I 'oo'd never do B. F. C. 15370|Since there ain't no fun; what B. F. C., O! 15370|Why, I might make an hour, and leave the 'Ost. 15370|'Twould be an odd chance if I could do it B. F. 15370|An' then I'd have to learn the B. F. C., O! 15370|But what if I could? I ain't as proud as you. 15370|My face is plain; I'm a gourmand; I can eat. 15370|There's a little hill where the cattle abode. 15370|They ain't none to be seen, except when 'Are's 15370|Beneath the hill a well is dug. 15370|In the well is a garden, where roses blaw, 15370|And one hath often seen them glow. 15370|And this garden is not dull; for in it 15370|There's a woodbine, that ever seems to grow, 15370|For it a place has made where nothing grows, 15370|Save the woodbine. And this woodbine's kind 15370|As a book will be to a lear, 15370|When the lear may look for laurels B. F. 15370|And if we ain't dull, this garden and I 15370|May amuse to our surprise. 15370|B. F. C. I'm not a learnin' B. F. 15370|With a katydid, and a katydid, and a katydid, 15370|Of a bumble-bee, that hangs in a wild brier, 15370|And sings sweet music B. F. C. 15370|I am a bumble-bee B. F. & V. 15370|For, all day long, I pluck, and I pluck, and I pluck, 15370|And make a bumble-bee, that I may pluck again, 15370|When the summer is gone, B. F. & V. 15370|All B. F. & V.'s compositions are printed on acid acid acid. 15370|B. F. & V. published "Tuneful," or "Songs of the Gifted," is a 15370|"Gifted" is the reader's term for these songs. 15370|"Songs from the Gifted" are listed by the readers below. 15370|"Merely rhythmic repetition of a series of rhythmic sounds." 15370|_"A poem, a poem, a poem."_ 15370|_"It is a song of the world and an anthem for mankind."_ 15370|O how often in the heat of the frantic hours, 15370|When all things else in my life seem like a lure, 15370|Have I heard the sweet, sweet voice of a water-bird 15370|Chatter like the chattering of the sands. 15370|Like the wind of the prairie when it goes "round-a-round," 15370|Or the wind of the wood when it goes "round-a-lin.'" 15370|Or the voice of the streamlet that flows in the sun 15370|With a murmur like the wail of a dove. 15370|Ah, sweet, sweet voice of the streamlet and the sea, 15370|How often I hear in the music of thee, 15370|In an undertone, half ghost and half bird, 15370|The music of the winds that come and the streams that flow 15370|From the ocean of mystery, and the mystic realms, 15370|Where dwelleth the joy of the immortal soul, 15370|And the joy of the immortal soul of him that is free! 15370|There are sounds of the ocean when the waters run, 15370|And of the winds when they whirl the water-sprites; 15370|There are echoes of the woods when it goes a-whirring 15370|And a heark ======================================== SAMPLE 13900 ======================================== 615|"If the king of England, who to the chase 615|Hath made my lord, return to seek in vain, 615|And for the maid has turned his steed aside, 615|"Blessed to be that livery of the Moor, 615|Where all his horses are by him adored, 615|Where never a man a horse is seen 615|Which does not serve the warrior in his need: 615|Nor hath that goodly brand a horse less known, 615|Than I, who to the lady do belong, 615|Who has more glory had in coming out 615|From the high realm of Calahorra, than 615|In flying from the camp before my foe! 615|"I know why thou wouldst go to that gay light, 615|As the first lady in my train to see: 615|That, as it is a noble, fair and tall, 615|And is of grace and beauty to my view, 615|I will follow thee in that the Moorish king 615|Was led by thee, with all of him in view. 615|It cannot be my will not to depart 615|When thou hast spoken with the noble fair, 615|So that all hope and purpose may be fled, 615|Which the good knight and all the rest of us 615|Had to endure in the sad battle's fret; 615|"And, in short, not to be vanquished at all, 615|Thou to the paladin will venture nought; 615|Who will with all that his good lance can throw, 615|Strike at his bosom, and overcome with ease: 615|But that 'twere just, in this, such punishment, 615|And to my lord should be the punishment too. 615|"-- I have not told thee all, I seek to say; 615|Nor how, if thou forsake not me to go 615|Back to thy lord, my lord, I, if thou wert 615|To the good knight thy father would prefer, 615|Would in my heart be almost broken-hearted. 615|Yet I will tell thee, if thy heart but bend 615|To follow that good knight, so many a one 615|Beneath this star, is happier to be slain, 615|Than thou shalt be thyself again, and I; 615|"And that thou thinkest this for thy desire, 615|That I this day should be a coward slain, 615|I will withal relate a deed to befall, 615|Which by a woman's hand, I well foretold. 615|If I had slain in self, fair lady, thee; 615|And so the deed performed, no cause was there 615|For thee to be sore abused by me. 615|"But, since the thing which I so ill foretold, 615|'Twas done for thee, thy noble father's son; 615|Now that I am thy foe, in every woe 615|The woman with the treason has her share. 615|Nor know I how to speak, or how to blame 615|The woman so, and yet so foul a sire. 615|"In a strange country, in a desert plain, 615|She, my foe, my foe, my brother slew: 615|That had he not been on our behalf, 615|She had wasted the whole of so fair France; 615|And from this day, as well I you suppose, 615|We have the Moorish people in our land. 615|He, of her father Godfrey, hath an heir; 615|And she, with whom such vile affection springs, 615|Is my false lover; and, since I am slain, 615|He shall be wedded, to content his bride. 615|"It should have pleased that I had slain so sore, 615|Or from any other, but myself; 615|For but a mortal, I, and dying, had 615|Brought her to death, and saved her from that ill. 615|But since that time, I pray you, man or maid, 615|Listen not to what I then foretold, 615|Nor blame her who is my enemy; 615|For in good truth, since here I parted, I 615|Have been all love, since all my heart is thine. 615|"I, who with thee of a long-sought man entwined, 615|Loved in a master, in a master died, 615|Am thine for ever and for evermore, 615|And that all ======================================== SAMPLE 13910 ======================================== 1008|The time, it seem'd, that my discourse had been 1008|Uninterrupted; for a blast from the north 1008|Wafted me on my way, and, by the aid 1008|Of veils half-drawn, I with the wind was chang'd. 1008|And, as the wind, rising now against the north, 1008|Now against the south, with rivalry straining, 1008|Washes the matting, or, as others use, 1008|A galled fabric, so with the stormy blast, 1008|The dungeon-grave was wall'd; and, as a roof, 1008|Was tumble'd off the castles which were on it. 1008|Huge crag, and high mountain, rock, and shoal, 1008|Particle mutual in their nature, mass 1008|Or substance, clay or gold, together form'd, 1008|At bottom, cragg'd and combine to form that ruin. 1008|With such a mass and compound, this ruin came, 1008|That, if the process longer were not added, 1008|Such part of nature might be wreck'd and still: 1008|And deep wounds and havoc, such as oft befal, 1008|If this part water and that part fire conspire, 1008|The air, the earth, and the possible space 1008|Conspire to rend; how water, and earth, and air 1008|In such a ruin'd landscape would be hurl'd! 1008|How energy and privity in one cause 1008|Mingle! nature with her enemy, state! 1008|The angels with their bannerure and cry, 1008|Dash'd with a whirlwind, sunk so low that shore, 1008|Beneath whose height, for greater perils, more woe, 1008|All skiey flight is skipp'd; and to the stars, 1008|That to our mortal eye appear so bright, 1008|Pursuing still, we now approach our sky. 1008|Perchance as back the falcon pawing looks, 1008|To passe or peep, when he is busy; 1008|Methought that I was prowling downe along 1008|With what at first was twilight still continuing; 1008|And a sweet plaintive it seemed, wherewith I 1008|Encras'd me, even to the shadowes, 1008|That round about me made a crown of bright 1008|And scenelesse pearl, fit for a Madonna 1008|Or for one which in music most excelle. 1008|While I was meditating thus entranced, 1008|And entering into a spacious mound 1008|Of shadow, broke from that old entente 1008|Intent, and thus the other spoken to. 1008|Say, my good List, what poets are those 1008|Thou lov'st of whom thou so much peruse. I 1008|Believe they have attained that blessed state, 1008|Which is to know their inward parts by sight, 1008|The mind from which they have received their art, 1008|Ethereal Sampo never knew. Thee, son! 1008|Also I venerate, as one who slew 1008|A giant in thine own family; not that 1008|Thy lyric verse should with the truth thus venture; 1008|But that thy voice, issuing from so sweet a heart, 1008|It self discover, and the 'habitant 1008|Of that sweet song', which, as it were, 'toteth spirits', 1008|Might excite from within some little thought 1008|Of virtue, which toward you, readjust its law, 1008|With such compassion a soul tends to move. 1008|Such favor, Son! I fain would raise for thee, 1008|As in some loftier place by thee was thine. 1008|When thy good mother shall be constant 1008|In encounters good, and temperate 1008|Her zephyr with the heat of love and fire, 1008|Then will I turn to thee, with an eye 1008|Obscure, obscure, and full of pining sadness, 1008|To hear what strains of melancholy air 1008|Thy soul hath sent me, when it sought on thee 1008|Help and solace late, and gnawing want of ease, 1008 ======================================== SAMPLE 13920 ======================================== 1181|The old man, with a voice of sadness, said, 1181|That man who sits on his chair, 1181|And dreams of a night, a night more sweet than his. 1181|He stood in the door, with the sun behind him, 1181|Pale and pale, in the door he had put on; 1181|The wind had blown chill and the frost was on him, 1181|He scarce had the strength to lean and watch it. 1181|And he was aware of a glow round his head, 1181|He felt so warm, so near, so warm at first; 1181|He watched the gleam of a glint of black hair, 1181|When, all at once, the air was in his ears, 1181|And a chill of the frost was in his feet, 1181|And his hand shook; he could feel now the life 1181|Of a spirit whose task was to wait there. 1181|When he rose, and shook off his fright, 1181|There were memories in his head and heart, 1181|And he could look on a face, like a face 1181|He never more would see, that had been then. 1181|And he looked on the room, with its light on flowers, 1181|When the spring-like heat of that very room 1181|Fell on his heart, and his flesh, and his blood. 1181|There were two eyes, where three pure hearts had been, 1181|And his very heart burst out in a cry; 1181|And the cold things come back with a terrible force, 1181|When a soul looks into a mirror, you know. 1181|And he stood in the hall, when the door was open, 1181|And he heard strange voices that were soft and low: 1181|But, through the window, he saw the same white 1181|Sun shone on a face that had long been dead. 1181|He raised his lids, and he looked into the light, 1181|Then in the moon, and the sun, the same white face; 1181|And the heart was still, where the heart had been, 1181|That beat between the white dead face and him. 1181|This was a heart, he knew; he knew a heart, 1181|As warm, and kind, and as strong as the best, 1181|Yet it was torn, and a gash had been cut 1181|In its heart, and the pulse ceased to be swift 1181|When he looked once more upon it full-bloomed, 1181|And the white hands shook in the moonlight fair. 1181|Then another face came back to his sight, 1181|And a voice to a voice; and the heart, too, shook, 1181|And blood ran in his veins; the blood ran fast, 1181|'Tis the kindest sign that a master is dead. 1181|A voice said, "Look, sir, 'tis the old-time face, 1181|That you remember so well in your sleep, 1181|While I, in the darkness, was waiting here, 1181|With the broken heart that I should be beat 1181|When you came back and told me you had been wrong." 1181|And the cold things grow warm, and the white things are still, 1181|It was only a reflection. It passed by. 1181|The wind blew, and the water in the river 1181|Came down, and grew to hair-breadths white again. 1181|Oh, there was one poor houseless maiden, 1181|Who thought of the morning and the sun, 1181|And she walked straight to where the river ran, 1181|And then went back to it, she and all. 1181|She saw the sun and the stars through the trees, 1181|And the light in her eyes; but her heart 1181|Came back no more to the morning and the stars. 1181|The houseless maiden saw no more of the light, 1181|But she lived on; and a ghost, the ghost of a woman is she; 1181|And the ghost of a woman, without sun or moon, 1181|And a ghost of a ghost, they walked out together. 1181|And he was there, with his heart all sore, 1181|With only a ghost, and his ghost, and his bride, 1181|( ======================================== SAMPLE 13930 ======================================== 2619|I wish I were the sea, 2619|And you would mark with me 2619|How the waves roll on and on, 2619|And the hours in their endless flight! 2619|I wish you were the sun, 2619|And you could charm with me 2619|Into my heart my soul's desire. 2619|I want the moonlight too-- 2619|She is waiting me now, 2619|She is a poor little thing, 2619|But she will shine for me, 2619|And the stars are shining so, 2619|In a little while, 2619|We will wander apart 2619|As a soul that mourns with mine, 2619|And a lifeless thing that loves. 2619|The wind has grown rude and rough, 2619|And sits and whines in the windy door, 2619|And lets the rain beat in his shirt, 2619|And whines about the raining. 2619|I sat one day, and the trees 2619|Made a long line at my door; 2619|I looked out through the rain 2619|And saw that they were still, 2619|My mind went back to a bygone time, 2619|And I looked at the trees. 2619|The pines stood tall and brown, 2619|The poplar stood straight as a plow; 2619|The oak, the ash, the hickory, 2619|The linden, the limbree, the pine. 2619|The hawthorn blew, the hawthorn blew: 2619|I watched the leaves fall down. 2619|For all day long, all day long, 2619|The bluebird whistled in the elm. 2619|All day, all day, and no rest, 2619|Rushed up the sunlit hills: 2619|The dew was wet from the green mountain eaves, 2619|And the rivulet from the hill. 2619|A wind from the north came up; 2619|The pines, as if they were afraid, 2619|Shut their eyes against the blue; 2619|And I, who was always so sleepy, 2619|Cried in my sleep, "Alas! 2619|I will go out and see." 2619|Out on the country pathless, 2619|Out in the country pathless, 2619|Where never a house was made, 2619|But heather and bonny flowers; 2619|Where never a garden lay; 2619|Where never a bud was born 2619|But I must cut a bower, 2619|Lay sleeping all the day;-- 2619|The wind comes up and whines, 2619|Blows the softest shower, 2619|Sweeps all the country through 2619|And tears away my dreams. 2619|I have a garden with a wall of rock, 2619|And a wall of earth, and a wall of trees; 2619|I have a garden with a wall of grass, 2619|And a wall of tender green to make it sweet; 2619|There's a fragrant, hidden valley deep, 2619|And a wall of flowers where waters lie, 2619|And a wall of birds and a green wall above, 2619|A fence of blossoms, and a wall of shade. 2619|My garden has a wall, 2619|With blossoms all a-bloom; 2619|My garden has a fence, 2619|With blooms about the wall. 2619|And flowers on every fence, 2619|And birds on every fence; 2619|And birds on every blossomed wall; 2619|My garden is full of flowers. 2619|My garden has a wall, 2619|Of shaded peaches and figs; 2619|And every fig and peach 2619|Is ripe and lovely there. 2619|My garden has a wall, 2619|As fine as any marble; 2619|And there the violets blow, 2619|And there the bright daisies grow. 2619|My garden has a fence, 2619|Of daffodils and pansies; 2619|And every daffodil 2619|Is a wonderful, rare daffodil. 2619|My garden has a fence, 2619|With shaded roses and lilies ======================================== SAMPLE 13940 ======================================== 1365|So he made this pledge and vow. As soon as dawn 1365|Could light the western skies, he rose to greet 1365|The angel of his destiny, and said: 1365|"Behold, how now I stand, 1365|Amid the shadow of these woods! 1365|All my heart would break to see 1365|Thy shadow passing by. 1365|Go upon thy journey then; 1365|I have thought of thee, and gone astray; 1365|And I cannot tell 1365|Wherefore thy walking thus. 1365|Go, and with me pace yon brook, 1365|And walk all thus alone, 1365|While through sweet morning light, 1365|Thou dost not pause or stay. 1365|I cannot go as if I heard 1365|Thy sweet voice calling; for my thought 1365|Is fixed upon the old cause-quest 1365|And in no other, when we met. 1365|Go thy ways, but slowly, as I ride, 1365|Through the green wood paths, and make 1365|Each old familiar trace 1365|In this fair garden ground 1365|In which I used to pass my days, 1365|And make these hollows plain 1365|Among the blossomed limes, 1365|And follow thine old fashioned way, 1365|These sunny fields, these fountains, and hear 1365|The murmuring of the willow trees, 1365|Thou dost not turn away; 1365|But in thy work, when I am gone, 1365|Dwell with me by my fire; 1365|And when my task is done, 1365|Sit by me by this brookside, 1365|And sing to me thy old ballads, 1365|From thy long days, of good men; 1365|Thus I will walk with thee, 1365|In that far land and lone, 1365|Even though by some dim shape, 1365|I, as in years, should stand between." 1365|So as he bade, the angel went, 1365|Saying, "Abandon all terror, 1365|I must build thee up, 1365|And set up in this world a seat; 1365|Nor this alone; 1365|For thou shouldst be able 1365|To furnish forth the trees 1365|With living lilies, and erect 1365|Thy fountain side 1365|In the eternal blue. 1365|"For I must do this thing or die! 1365|Yea, and live here 1365|While all this weary world is mine 1365|Among its trees, 1365|And I must let thee go 1365|As an idle worker can 1365|When the great sun of Spring is born. 1365|"As the birds sing in the Spring, 1365|When the leaves are green, 1365|Shall I sing to thee; 1365|And thou must listen 1365|When my music wandereth, 1365|So while my thoughts be stirring 1365|I must sing unto thee. 1365|"To the trees shall I bring my lyre, 1365|To the willows my cypress shade: 1365|Then, when I have sung as above, 1365|Shalt thou answer me; 1365|And I from a mountain of fire, 1365|Shalt thou hear me singing. 1365|"What I say above thy humble head, 1365|Thou shalt know below; 1365|But there are no humble heads hereafter; 1365|All who are taken up 1365|Are to God! 1365|"And there are no sheep to be washed with water, 1365|And no shepherd to keep 1365|The sheepfold. But hereafter and hereafter, 1365|If a sad soul, 1365|That has been cast down and fallen asleep, 1365|May rise up and catch him up, 1365|And he shall walk among a thousand fellows, 1365|And not be lost! 1365|"So we will meet again to-morrow, 1365|And to-night shall greet!" 1365|With their long flowing tresses. With their long flowing tresses, 1365|Sometime a young and good man, 1365|And sometimes some old and gray; ======================================== SAMPLE 13950 ======================================== 26199|Where is he, that in so sweet a spot? 26199|What is this woman whom you see? 26199|And, with her, where is he, whose hue 26199|Is so bright? 26199|It is the swan; 26199|Her whiteness, like the rose's tinge, 26199|Her white and deep, the blush of night; 26199|She is the maid, and she is fair: 26199|She goes in and out to meet the crowd, 26199|A fairy swan. 26199|There she goes floating; then comes round 26199|(So may you wish the moon farewell) 26199|Her friend--the dove, 26199|Whose feathers o'er the fowler play. 26199|The crow, the hare--they'll all be there: 26199|The moorcock, too; and, lastly, I 26199|With the gray mouse, who are all my own. 26199|The moon may look into the skies, 26199|And view all heaven and earth; but I 26199|Shall go down to the grave alone. 26199|I know the road; and hence I come no more. 26199|This is the mountain--thou can't climb it; 26199|It is so narrow; and so hard to climb. 26199|But if thou wilt, let us make it right, 26199|For I have a secret that will make it 26199|A right straight road to heaven. 26199|A secret--I've told you--but thou knowest. 26199|I'll tell it thee; not that thou wilt escape, 26199|But that thou mayst learn what others doubt. 26199|I'm sorry thou hast come; for I doubt 26199|If thou could'st never like my song, so soon! 26199|But, if thou wilt, be not as unconfined 26199|As now, dear, for I can make thee fly. 26199|Go down and live with me for ever. 26199|With me in mountain, and a bird to sing, 26199|And birds to sing about the walls,-- 26199|The bird that's like my own--and yet more sweet, 26199|A nest of silver quills for thy bed, 26199|And a black and bluish brood for thee to rear,-- 26199|A garden of golden lilies. 26199|The garden of gold-lilies! oh, but there 26199|Will be the sweetest things that are in it.... 26199|A bird to sing about my window-sill, 26199|A bird to sing me when I lock the door-- 26199|It is enough. A golden bird to look 26199|At from my window when that bird is gone,-- 26199|A bird for all the tears I will not dry. 26199|Ah, well, there!--but why? Why live with me? 26199|Why live a man with woman of thy sex, 26199|And yet not feel that she is what she is, 26199|And why, when she has given up the ghost, 26199|Must I, for all I am, be left behind? 26199|And when we went a-fishing, I remember, 26199|We had on gala-cresses--a queer sort-- 26199|To wrap the occasion--and they were yellow, 26199|And blue, and green.... The way they shine 26199|And how they fade, I'm puzzled, and a fright! 26199|It's like the way a fairy's dress to me: 26199|I never saw a fairy as pretty. 26199|I like the way the fashions hang-- 26199|And why they're hung so modestly. 26199|I've seen a blue-bell in a bower 26199|That rose her sweetly growing, 26199|All dressed to please a flower-chest, 26199|And made to please a maid. 26199|And when she dropped her humble tombstone 26199|I saw that she was blushing. 26199|But did I give the blooms a parting, 26199|And scatter roses greenly? 26199|No, as I passed beside her bower, 26199|The rose I gave had blown. 26199|But I will love her still 26199|Whilst she sleeps, and may not waken. ======================================== SAMPLE 13960 ======================================== 29378|If he goes out by the sea, 29378|If he goes into the forest, 29378|If he comes back on the hill, 29378|If his father can hear him pass, 29378|Is his mother afraid of him? 29378|For she knows no word of playtime, 29378|If he comes home by noon; 29378|Unless his mother comes to play 29378|If his father says he never will, 29378|Then his pretty brown-heart sings 29378|With her lips down yonder, down yonder. 29378|If his sisters comes home with a baby, 29378|But the brothers never can sing at all, 29378|Then the mother is frightened with the baby, 29378|If he says he will dance all night long, 29378|And they cannot dance all night long, 29378|If he goes home by noon. 29378|If his father says, he will soon get him ready, 29378|He is only three months old, so he shall go too, 29378|If he is not as good a boy as father, 29378|Then I'll go to town with mother, 29378|But if he is as good a boy as father, 29378|Then my sisters will sing with a louder tone; 29378|I'll have as much peace and plenty 29378|As the oldest brother can stand, 29378|And as much better food to eat 29378|As the youngest brother can stand. 29378|O, they'll all be better now, 29378|When they all go home at night 29378|To their houses in the town 29378|With their mothers and with their fathers. 29378|It is my solemn solemn vow, 29378|I am content with my lot. 29378|I know all the world is vain, 29378|Yet I know not a blessing from a curse; 29378|My lot is the happiest that e'er was mine, 29378|And I laugh and curse without ceasing all. 29378|It is done. And now, with music blithe, 29378|My heart will sing in joy to the end, 29378|And you shall be merry, though you should be sad, 29378|For the house you have just left is empty too. 29378|I hear the sweet-scented breathings of Spring, 29378|And the blithesome sound of bees swarming round; 29378|I see her orange blossoms drop down 29378|To the dear, green garden of my heart. 29378|And it is sweet to think of the white clouds 29378|Coming in torrents down the summer sky; 29378|Of the little cloudboys sailing to and fro 29378|In the purple haze of the Northern sky. 29378|I see the white clouds gathering all about; 29378|My heart is singing e'er the blooming spring, 29378|When the wind booms in laughter, and the rain falls, 29378|And the butterfly flits on his little pin. 29378|And my thoughts and my words are all of the same-- 29378|Of the dear little breezes blowing by; 29378|Of the sweet flowers on the lawn, and the sweet birds 29378|And the little cloudboys in the sky. 29378|You smile through the rain, my dear, 29378|Though you and I were down below. 29378|Rain is no friend to a man in the dark, 29378|For he must lean out of his roof to catch a shower. 29378|And on sunny days, the wind may blow over us, 29378|But never a glimpse of sunlight will he bring. 29378|But I laugh at all the thunder and lightning, 29378|For you to the corner you are out of sight. 29378|You are welcome, and so is the breeze, my child; 29378|And if you should ever be lonely, come down. 29378|Oh, it is the little bright ones 29378|Who run about in coats 29378|And bravely stand and wait 29378|As bravely in the dark. 29378|They do not say far back to me 29378|How bold they run from danger,-- 29378|But that is why I seek the night 29378|And run before a fright. 29378|For I am the little bright ones 29378|With whom they run in coats. 29378|You and I, dear, ======================================== SAMPLE 13970 ======================================== 4696|And now, when death is not, and life is sweet, 4696|And death is but a fancy of the mind; 4696|When all I had is now a single strife 4696|In which I make one life--the world, I said-- 4696|How shall I lose it, or how dare I change 4696|Its name, lest, if I tell my love to one, 4696|The love still lose what it gains by dying? 4696|How shall I keep what, after life's last round, 4696|I heard a little child at even-tide sing, 4696|And, knowing I have nought yet left to say, 4696|How shall I bring back my lost peace to him, 4696|The child, who knew so little what she knew, 4696|And saw the same as me, the whole night through? 4696|How then should I, with my life's work done, 4696|And the one duty, all, undone, complain 4696|That life's no worse than death--that all things give 4696|One glimpse of Him who made us all? 4696|Yet that same glimpse of Eternity 4696|Which, all things in their own unlike, seemed near 4696|Me when I felt Death stood in the doorway here, 4696|Had not the sweetest picture of a friend, 4696|Or of a foe, whom even through life's storm 4696|I loved, who, in Death's shadow yet, could show 4696|A gentle friend's resemblance, when we met. 4696|The very trees, the very bushes,--how 4696|Called he to me--I had never known; 4696|The very ways, the very air had seemed 4696|Once nearer his warm presence,--and at last 4696|At that which is most near,--his face on me. 4696|He, who but now had raised his long hand out, 4696|Hearing me in it,--humbled and ashamed 4696|Made sign that he feared if he stood still, 4696|And turned himself into a bush, and took 4696|My hand, and drew me to him, and we went 4696|Back to our work and in my arms he laid 4696|And touched me. I, a mother, not a child, 4696|Still held him close to me; yet, having known 4696|And held my boy's face in that sweet one's, 4696|I felt as in a thousand years of doubt 4696|The old familiar doubts which wait, and know 4696|The truth the same as though it were the same, 4696|What though they be a thousand fathom deep 4696|And last a thousand years?--O child! 4696|He, whose new life's days were springing in a bud, 4696|His love's young bloom was not to see, but to see 4696|My boy's face look with a thousand tenderness 4696|On it,--as though in God's own image we had 4696|Been gazing through a thousand veils of snow. 4696|He, whose old memories made one thought out, 4696|To those new thoughts were all my secret thoughts,-- 4696|I, who knew nothing of the old world's way, 4696|And him, a child, so new, would surely seem 4696|A very man, while I, who for awhile 4696|Had been a child, could be a woman quite. 4696|But life hath its disappointments,--be it so,-- 4696|And if--the world is full of its dear women. 4696|I heard, in my own soul, the world's hard sound 4696|Of harsh discontent and angry hate 4696|Beaming from his old world-old self; and he 4696|Heavenly in all the majesty of love, 4696|Sang so, so sorrowful, and seemed to me 4696|So, too, that time--which, from the heart's deep core, 4696|Flashes the soul's pure, pure gold from heaven to the earth, 4696|Even as in God's own world-old dawn,--had been rained 4696|Out of the soul's heart, and made some dark thing 4696|In Heaven, to divide, and so the world still goes on. 4696|And so, all day long, I heard the world's harsh note ======================================== SAMPLE 13980 ======================================== 26199|'Twas just a bird--you know the rest. 26199|Now what would you have me say, 26199|When I am a man? 26199|I'd not alter my purpose; 26199|"Not all is good for nothing." 26199|'Tis my belief, my dear, 26199|As the fairies are all of one, 26199|That the best for nothing 26199|Is for God to make them. 26199|The angels are of one degree. 26199|Some are of two degrees--and some 26199|Are made of three. God never made 26199|"A golden bowl," says Job, "for one," 26199|"But did for two--I tell you this, 26199|And this for three," says Thomas, "for a 26199|Two and a three--I tell you this:-- 26199|But did for five, I think, you bet. 26199|"And this for ten," says Mary, "believe, 26199|I really do--believe: 26199|I think there's something better to 26199|Make sure, no wrong in saying, 26199|As soon as we get under way 26199|The angels are made of heaven." 26199|Now, to be sure that you understand this-- 26199|'Tis all the whole heavens made of stars-- 26199|The angels were made by angels, 26199|And stars by stars: but of angels 26199|There are a thousand thousand kinds; 26199|Of which the first, a fairy, 26199|They are, by right, from heaven--from heaven, 26199|Which they could never get again. 26199|They were made by angels, but they're 26199|Not made by stars of heavenly hues, 26199|Nor yet by any such--though, by Jove, 26199|I'll bet your soul that, to their minds of old-- 26199|And this they must have thought, and they did think so, 26199|And here our minds have proof: stars make 26199|The kind they always had, but the 26199|That we are to-day. You may as well 26199|Say stars are angels who can't be angels: 26199|For, mark--'tis all the stars that we have got, 26199|And no more, that we've got enough-- 26199|Yes, that the angels are not angels, 26199|For, with the angels, so must we, 26199|And if angels come now, they cannot come any more. 26199|The best is yet to come. We are here all for-- 26199|Our souls' sake, oh God, make no one sad! 26199|This, and I say--'Tis something very good-- 26199|All the best comes after many miseries; 26199|And, oh, it's nothing but the dear, old way 26199|Of cheering one who has them all a-done! 26199|So, all is well, but the clouds on the top of things, 26199|Are cloud-denims. 26199|So it's quite. 26199|I hope the dear angelic friends will not mind me, 26199|Nor aught have ever done me ill. 26199|This is the best way! 26199|You'll like it. 26199|Oh, where are the children you left with the man? 26199|Oh, where are the children that you had for mates? 26199|They are all gone. 26199|Oh, where are that dear gentle mouth that did tempt 26199|A thousand fairest ones to play with yours? 26199|Oh, where are the kisses that you gave, as day-light stole, 26199|Around that fair, tender neck--the one you loved? 26199|They are all come. 26199|Oh, where's that innocent brow with its gentle plait, 26199|That held in love's arms a thousand aeons back? 26199|Oh, where's that dear, dear heart, that did entice 26199|A thousand nymphs round your neck--a thousand nymphs? 26199|Those nymphs--and me, dear love. 26199|Ah no, sweet heart and pure, they all come back. 26199|I loved you, and I love you: you are mine. 26199|My heart for your sake is ======================================== SAMPLE 13990 ======================================== 1365|But I will tell you now the reason why 1365|We found the King so frail and frail and weak. 1365|There is a man in Jerusalem 1365|Who can prophesy aright. That man is Jesus 1365|Who has been crucified. And this man is the King, 1365|Of whom I speak, of whom I speak to you. 1365|THE CHURCH-YARD door swings mysteriously 1365|Behind the narrow porch of the little parochial church; 1365|It stands in the narrow way, where the wind blows back 1365|The snow and sleet on one side only, and the rain 1365|On the other. In its narrow doorway, no more 1365|The long, yellow shadow of the frosty palms, 1365|But the long, yellow of the wind-flowers in the window, 1365|And the long yellow of the leaves, are seen. 1365|On the door stands the King, who in his golden mist 1365|Touched the white snow on the doors and windows, and bent 1365|His forehead, in that strange, strange power, above 1365|The white and shining snow, to touch the brown 1365|Lintel of the window and the door. 1365|And still to himself he whispers,--"Oh, a Friend, 1365|Who shall stand on the threshold of the world, 1365|And touch the shutters, and open and close 1365|The sagging prison-bars of conscience wide! 1365|For I am the Christ of Elias, who once 1365|Came down to save the soul of him who died, 1365|And I shall reach Him in the great iron gate, 1365|And stand above the dead, and lay upon Him 1365|My great, white hands, and make His hair grow black, 1365|And set about the dead the mighty cross 1365|Upon His head, and make Him wash and go 1365|Down in the prison-densy of death!" 1365|And with the sight of Him, upon the King 1365|Came the strong love of Manfred, and he said,-- 1365|"The King's of Bern, that is all Paul's own, 1365|Who can prophesy, and can see the graves, where 1365|The bones of Elijah lie, in their prison! 1365|But what have we to do with the dead? Who knows 1365|But He may come at last to speak and help the weak?" 1365|Paul answered,--Then I think we both of us, 1365|Both of us, in our sad trembling, bowed, 1365|And we were touched, and softened, and moved, and moved 1365|To speech that other men may understand! 1365|When in the morning in the prison yard 1365|They set us down to sleep, the first rays of sun 1365|Upon the wan, gray forehead of the day 1365|Like tender rain may yet be falling there, 1365|And let the long, brown shadows of the night 1365|Fall softly, lightly against the light, 1365|So, in the silence, with an old and slow breath 1365|We lay us down again, at last, to rest. 1365|But now, when we are sleeping, let us see 1365|If God be near us when we die! Let us see 1365|If we shall look to Him with tender love, 1365|And still be known by a few gray ashes here, 1365|To live in the great world, where through dark and bright 1365|The bright and dark may meet, where He may go 1365|And we be still of mind, and the bright world know 1365|How long, how long men seek Him, who is born! 1365|What would you hear of that man, 1365|The son of Charles the Four-inch Sword, 1365|Who had a heart of brass? 1365|He had a soul too firm 1365|To be betrayed by a thief, 1365|And brave as he was strong; 1365|But he has fallen, and we must bear 1365|His fall with heart and hand. 1365|That knight is in the hall, 1365|Lifting high his hand to strike, 1365|And we can hardly understand 1365|The words that thunder through. 1365|"Lord, strike me down ======================================== SAMPLE 14000 ======================================== 18396|To be a king on the throne of the land. 18396|"Oh! then, dear Julia, do not be shy, 18396|Nor fear to sing--but sing now for love of me 18396|To whom all the melodies of heaven fail. 18396|"For it is so rare, in these dreary days, 18396|I would that I had never been a bride; 18396|I would that I had never been a bride, 18396|But then my dear lord was so fair and brave; 18396|I would that I had never been a bride, 18396|But then he was so kind and so wise." 18396|The bells, the bells of St. Helen's church, 18396|A song for thee! 18396|Thy feast is o'er, 18396|And the carles o'er 18396|Their corn and wine,-- 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|On the borders of the brine. 18396|They turn their eyes, 18396|But 'tis nought 18396|To hear what the carles say, 18396|Nor yet what the people say, 18396|Or what the words of prophecy are, 18396|Or what the eyes of men say. 18396|But if thou wilt sing, 18396|'Tis fit that thou shouldst not refuse, 18396|Nor turn the head, 18396|'Tis not to the state, 18396|And the heart's, 18396|But to the ear of all the carles, 18396|And the carles o'er, 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|There is food therein for all. 18396|But, dearest Julia, thou wilt not turn 18396|Thy head unto the brink of this tide 18396|Or take a taste of the sweetest wave, 18396|But the carries that came, 18396|Come thither and follow us, 18396|To the feast that is on the Border coast; 18396|And though thou wert a bride, 18396|On this earth we would never find thee, 18396|And yet thou shouldst love us, 18396|And for every love 18396|Would fill the world with bliss. 18396|But, Julia, in the midst of thy joy, 18396|And ere the carles hear 18396|Thy sweet song cease, 18396|Wilt thou weep for their woe, 18396|And let fall thy tear, O sweet lady, for me, 18396|That I lay here desolate, and for all 18396|That sorrow has brought upon my soul? 18396|Wilt thou weep for the heart's pain, 18396|And the wrong of an hour, 18396|That has been renewed 18396|Before thy face? 18396|And wilt thou mourn in an hour, 18396|That in life has been, 18396|That shall cease when the bard is dead,-- 18396|If life can be thought a jest? 18396|For the eyes of the poet, 18396|Their glance hath charm'd, 18396|And the heart's was true 18396|When the bard was young. 18396|But the light of a world is spread over us here, 18396|And time may obliterate our fame; 18396|While the poet still dwells as one of the best, 18396|And the sages are lost to the clay. 18396|And though we have been of the greatest, 18396|It is said--_their_ world ended. 18396|But who shall lament the song 18396|That was sung here by the knight 18396|When he sang him to glory and honour? 18396|But all men should sing of the singer, 18396|'Twere the wisest of them all. 18396|While the singer's name is so famous, 18396|Whose fame is so great, 18396|We would rather ======================================== SAMPLE 14010 ======================================== 2487|And I can't stay away from the game of life 2487|Till my soul has been caught in a woman's kiss,-- 2487|A little woman's kiss that's too sweet for fear, 2487|A little sweet kiss that is only to taste. 2487|I've a love for sweet and tender, soft and frail, 2487|A lust for a woman's perfect, round, white waist: 2487|If she's a good girl, believe, she'll take me,-- 2487|There's nothing against her but something must be right! 2487|But I'm too good for women's good-night that's so sweet, 2487|I've a love for my woman's tender that's more real,-- 2487|It's a thing that she takes with an eager face, 2487|And it's something she holds in her heart till--far away! 2487|If some day I should come to know that sweet face,-- 2487|Some day, when the time for parting is come,-- 2487|If I should learn that you have loved me enough, 2487|That all the other women are dear to you, 2487|You would say, "My Sweet, let's go out to the dance, 2487|We'll go where the girls will kiss us and call us; 2487|We'll go where the girls will laugh with us, when 2487|We're happy, and I shall be happy with you!" 2487|O girl you're good to me,--I could give a lie,-- 2487|O girl I know, and I love you well: 2487|O girl you're good to me, and you know it, too,-- 2487|O girl I love you well! 2487|Your body's as smooth as a silk petal of May, 2487|Your body warm as a maiden's white soul burns; 2487|It's the world's eyes, and not my eyes, that I love, 2487|But you are sweet as a songbird's soul under moonlight, 2487|To me, your body's as lily of the morning 2487|That blossoms to the light beneath the dew. 2487|It's a song for my love, and a song for the night,-- 2487|O song for my love! 2487|The star and the moon are both bright in my eyes, 2487|And stars have their love for all that see them; 2487|And stars have their love for all that sleep in them,-- 2487|But the star my love for is the one that makes me glad, 2487|Who shines as bright 'neath the blue nights to-night. 2487|Her lips were roses, and a lily of June, 2487|And her mouth was a rose, but she left 2487|The hair behind, and the eyes of a rose, 2487|And the lily and hair she was born with. 2487|The song that he sung that day was as sweet as a tear, 2487|And all night long long he sang it, and he sang it; 2487|While the sun on the sky in the West-over glittered, 2487|And the wind in the tree-tops sang. 2487|The singer had wings all raw with the beauty 2487|Of an April rain-flood in a song, 2487|And his soul to a song was a bird's that sings: 2487|"O song for my love that goes out into the west-over" 2487|And the song of the wind in the tree-tops sung. 2487|The song that he sang that day he had no words for, 2487|And his soul had no voice for song, he sang it; 2487|But his heart was a heart that sings in a dream, 2487|And the song he was singing was love's so loud, 2487|And the wind in the tree-tops sang. 2487|The singer was young, and her eyes were dim, 2487|And his song had a heart for a girl that's weak; 2487|And love is a strong thing, but it is weak 2487|When love has no song. 2487|She was fair in a hundred shapes and hues, 2487|In a single color of her hair, 2487|But her soul was like the perfume that falls 2487|In a rose-bud rain-poured on a roof, 2487|By a ======================================== SAMPLE 14020 ======================================== 17393|There's something all-fraught, 17393|A sort that's nigh a match 17393|For your most learned wit-- 17393|That, if you will, you can, 17393|For I have a mind to see 17393|If it's just a taste 17393|Of the new life you're starting 17393|From a school-boy's ideas: 17393|I'll make you some advice: 17393|Go, learn to live, I plea, 17393|And learn to learn, and know 17393|By trial as you go, 17393|But, in time, your learning end 17393|To a certain point-- 17393|Then what's the use of having 17393|A sense of learning?-- 17393|You might keep learning otherwise 17393|Till you'd twenty times 17393|To that point your learning fail-- 17393|But still the mastery 17393|Is yours--and yours always. 17393|Go, and then learn to live; 17393|Go, but once and then 17393|Be of your heart resigned-- 17393|But what's that? you won't. 17393|And I am told you can 17393|Make this life a hellish hell 17393|Where you go wandering, 17393|A spirit-stalker, 17393|While all the time you learn 17393|I say, and I say, 17393|'What do you all suppose 17393|Will happen to you?-- 17393|Shall you, with all your might, 17393|The earth entangle!' 17393|Ah, that goes to show-- 17393|That's the point--that's the point!-- 17393|The only point is this-- 17393|When there's a chance for you 17393|You'll still come back. 17393|I'm going back to where I came from, you see, 17393|And if I happen to die and nobody knows, 17393|That's no reason for you, dear, for you, dear, 17393|To be sad for me, dear, on the throne, 17393|For you will not think the smallest of it, 17393|As I, dear, do not know what's a good phrase, 17393|But I'll be at rest the better of you know, 17393|With you--and on this green, dear, here 17393|Of this long, green plain, the land you chose 17393|To plant your throne, to plant it true 17393|In the forest hollows--with itself, 17393|The land--the forest, not the forest, 17393|The land, the forest, not the land-- 17393|Now I, with these tears in my heart for you, 17393|Will lie and sleep for ever, dear, and lie if you choose, 17393|And sleep and dream to-night of the forest, and its dead grass, 17393|And the great green mountains by the sea, 17393|And trees whereon you'd lean, dear, as you leaned last 17393|Upon its trunk. 17393|Dear heart, you'll feel a sudden hope take hold-- 17393|I knew not it could come so soon, so soon-- 17393|That you should be so near--so you so near to know 17393|I shall lie on this grass bed here to-night, 17393|And lie and dream of the forest, and its dead grass, 17393|And shall not know it as of yore 17393|As I lay last 17393|And lean, with my last breath here, and lean with it, 17393|As I lean on the tree 17393|Where the last leaf is--last, dear, last, heart, heart, 17393|Here on the dead grass! 17393|I shall lie and slumber for ever, 17393|Though it's only now 17393|I know why I shall slumber; 17393|For there's a hope for me here, 17393|And a hope, O sister mine, 17393|That is always with me, wherever I go, 17393|And will light the way, O heart: 17393|For I'll not seek to win for you 17393|The joy of the forest, 17393|But lay my hand on the grass to-night, 17393|And lay my hand on my heart and sleep, 17393| ======================================== SAMPLE 14030 ======================================== 19226|And now I am to lie there, and not a feather 19226|Will die to bid good-night. 19226|The moon has left the skies 19226|For a season of calm, 19226|An impassive moon, as yet unseen of her fellows 19226|In the quiet night. 19226|I am aware, O Moon, you are passing me to-night, 19226|But silent are your beams at this midnight hour. 19226|The night is still, the stars are hidden by the clouds, 19226|I hear not at this hour, nor shall the stars answer me, 19226|O silent Moon! 19226|I am so weary, the night has passed, 19226|The flowers that kissed my face to-day. 19226|They bowed their heads, they kissed their dimpled and wan 19226|And sleepy lips, to tell me, but they sleep, and wake. 19226|They whisper in my ear 19226|Their perfume, their dream, their sweet lips whisper to me 19226|Beneath these hands they lie and never feel my kiss. 19226|My spirit would not go! 19226|O! let me never see again 19226|Those eyes, those lips so glad, 19226|Those trembling hands, my trembling hands, 19226|The eyes we used to know. 19226|For I have given them up from me, 19226|For I have left them alone, 19226|So that they never more be mine, 19226|To haunt my dreams or thee. 19226|The sweetest name, the last name, 19226|The least favourite, 19226|All, are names I've given to you. 19226|My names are all of other years, 19226|No more to be desired. 19226|And yours, for all your faults, 19226|I have not loved you. I must say 19226|That you are failing. 19226|There was a time when I used to love my boyhood's sweet, 19226|And then to-day I hardly ever do. 19226|The day that is yesterday is not before my mind, 19226|And yesterday I never may forget. 19226|I feel myself at rest in my own childish ways, 19226|And all is all that it is wont to be. 19286|©1982, Jane Seymour"_ 19286|For the sake of those that are coming to me 19286|For the sake of those that are coming to me 19286|They shall be my guides, 19286|They shall be my guides. 19286|If I may trust them to do me the thing I would, 19286|They shall perform it. 19286|When they are all a-coming 19286|I shall never despair. 19286|There is nothing a-coming 19286|Shall dim the glory of the morning sky, 19286|Nor a new sorrow, 19286|The sorrows of yesterday. 19286|And a grace shall take me 19286|When I look up upon the bright morning skies, 19286|To think I am now among all the world, 19286|With you as my friends, and you as mine own, 19286|Unchanged and without change 19286|And uncorrupted ever. 19286|Let us look now from the shore. 19286|This is the land of the young and the fair, 19286|The land of the sea-tosses and of the sun, 19286|While here, this is the land of the sea, 19286|And afar and the land of the blue, 19286|The land of the far-away. 19286|There is no ship but a friend of mine, 19286|And there is no maiden but a friend of mine, 19286|And there is no life but a friend of mine, 19286|I will lead the way with gladness 19286|To the land of the far-away. 19286|For the sea is more than a friend of mine, 19286|And the soul of a friend of mine 19286|Is the wind that stirs not only the sea-side, 19286|But the sea, the sea. 19286|The sea is the land of the fair and true, 19286|The sea is the land of the sailor's heart, 19286|The sea is the dear and loved home, 19286|That my mother and my sire 19286 ======================================== SAMPLE 14040 ======================================== 1745|The day begins to droop, the zephyrs do retreat 1745|Forsook his wearyed guard, and from his tent, 1745|To nought but sleep in dust is gone the sound 1745|Of bugle and of iron trumpet. 1745|But see where else the Morn her orient Stone 1745|Up-sloping sits, before her Caldus grace 1745|Refresh'd, and on each hand wastes away the Cross, 1745|The sacred emblem of her bliss. 1745|Lo, the first Hours of Creation all 1745|Now grace the earth; the Sabbat-shower is come, 1745|The pleasant Animunculi of peace sit posted, 1745|The Sipo-fountains quench the fires, the Sirocco wares 1745|Dry, and the second Want shall say what has been done. 1745|Here the Second Adam, who yet but in his sleep 1745|Hath seen the plant transpos'd of Eve, and heard 1745|The Oracles. That, whereof what oft before 1745|I told thee, still in thought subsists with thee, 1745|Although the case not less reliably greets 1745|(Than when I told the Fall of Man) th' intuitive 1745|Eye, and not the inspired orthopaedic organ 1745|(Though now of less account) of thee and th' created 1745|I have a thought concerning. Man may think 1745|What ought but shallowly; the natural heat 1745|At his digesting barrel a plenty sips, 1745|His digestive grin humm'd with ease and pride 1745|Of quick perception, not a jot admir'd 1745|But strives to hold the fort, the tent the peak, 1745|And pitch his lean surcharg'te for thy protection. 1745|He may expect thee to furnish him the food 1745|That serves the body; and the same to say 1745|Is beside the mark: for why? because thy flesh 1745|I cannot digest, nor any purulent spoil 1745|Taste to my tast: but if the Spirit of thee 1745|Have taste, and in thine honour live long-liv'd 1745|With us, there will thy flavour be; for I t' 1745|Think so, be thou so. But that thou mayst not scorn 1745|This metaphor, let me have thee for my theme 1745|Man, and the first causes of all things to be 1745|Created, and lastly this compact arrear 1745|Pleasing to all believing: From whence derive 1745|New joynes, and eternal love: Be it be thy care 1745|Hence to name and shame th' irreverent nations 1745|With whom this arrear divides: All else are nam'd: 1745|Name them, be they record'd, they stand in nimbs 1745|Adverse to me: They cannot be instruct'd, 1745|Or good, or ill, or indifferent, in me 1745|Therefore in sore strait they govern me. Name 1745|th' extremes they cannot endure: But that thou know 1745|athelete, they cannot change their condition 1745|Barr'd in insufficient in me excess, 1745|But must perforce be higher on the scale 1745|Then I in place: For which, as thou from wrong, 1745|Correct me as I can, unpoint my mind, 1745|Point it straight at Truth, and in thy name only 1745|I will exalt it, and resolve, It is she, 1745|The heav'nly dame, whose constant self thou art, 1745|Who point'st at in my stead: For I have known 1745|Her powerfull influence, and her mild aspect, 1745|Besmear'dforeing me with joy: that such a place 1745|Needeth her mild influence to control; 1745|And so expiate stubborn regret, which finds 1745|Expiation in all sinners. O strip off 1745|this tress, which late looked faire 'twixt my heart 1745|And thee; and rectify the error thou hast done. 1745|For this thou hast not eas'd thy face, or made it 1745|Less obdurate in its article, to stay 1745|At thine assignment: but to subdue, take ======================================== SAMPLE 14050 ======================================== 26199|That he was a true-hearted man. 26199|The boy is a gentleman; 26199|His father had long been dead; 26199|Then they were two by his side, 26199|And they are good friends still. 26199|To them the story might be told, 26199|Of the death of the father; 26199|'Twas a most mournful story, 26199|When the father was dead! 26199|But they are friends still, though friends may 26199|To-day, that boy and father-- 26199|Their friendship could not be longer 26199|By the child to sustain. 26199|And when they are dead, his friends 26199|Should not be in a wonder, 26199|Till the boy can find his father, 26199|Or one who can remember 26199|Their life that in the valley-- 26199|On a stone by the fire. 26199|Who were the two children who died? 26199|Papa and little brother Robin. 26199|The old grey man was a soldier, 26199|The grey man left his father's dwelling, 26199|To seek a new romance of life; 26199|But a lady fair and the child he loved 26199|Were both killed by the old soldier. 26199|He laid his bow on the fire, 26199|And there's three that made the town of Troy 26199|A shambles, and so many a grave, 26199|And I can tell you all about it, 26199|From the old grey man of Troy. 26199|My father was the king's son: 26199|But when your mother died, your brother too, 26199|And a boy, that was his brother. 26199|The king was a man of blood to many things: 26199|The boy lived with the king and had his share 26199|(For when the king grew old he shrank from him) 26199|Till when the old man made a vow to be 26199|A chieftain's son, but he did not dare 26199|To go to council, for he feared the king, 26199|And now he's a rebel! 26199|If I were you, father, my sins and woes 26199|I would forgive you, but the one you wrong 26199|Who never Ieded, and never so loved. 26199|He may be bad to-day, may be bad to-morrow, 26199|And worse than all, it is not known how bad. 26199|But I have seen him so in life that I know 26199|His faults are all in him and never in you. 26199|We've seen the grey old man of Troy: 26199|We never thought of Troy before. 26199|What could we do with a man, a wise man old? 26199|And so we did. 26199|We had good wine, and many a merry story-- 26199|Men of one tongue and no crime to be committed-- 26199|And so we did. 26199|Yet, when our old grey man, as his day is fading, 26199|Died, then, father, you might have known it all: 26199|Your son was not the next in life and fame, 26199|He died to-day! 26199|All day we talked of good times passed by, 26199|When all the town was young and good, 26199|And the grey old man of Troy. 26199|I had a friend who often was a boy, 26199|One of my younger and lovelier friends: 26199|He was a singer, he sang all the day, 26199|But if the night came he sang no more. 26199|So he died that day, and when his spirit came 26199|He'd have been cheerful in his resting place. 26199|But I have lived beyond his being, 26199|I had a friend who made many a play. 26199|But I will not say a fair word more, 26199|To tell how much you love one good man. 26199|They came from the forest--some were bold, 26199|The rest were afraid-- 26199|As the forest bears, they rushed to the spot, 26199|To hide in the tree. 26199|They sought to flee, to fly from their fate; 26199|But one, with the old world's heart, ======================================== SAMPLE 14060 ======================================== 1365|The air is filled with murmurs of the crowd. 1365|It is dark! 1365|MISS PAYSLEY, from the shore. 1365|I am here! 1365|Why does the light of your eyes shine so brightly? 1365|It is only the evening, and the twilight 1365|Goes softly up, and brings no sound of song! 1365|For the night! 1365|MISS PAYSLEY (sings). 1365|Let us leave this spot! The darkness is too sweet 1365|To be from this silent shore. 1365|'T is only the evening, 1365|And the sunset is not near. 1365|Ah, me! 1365|The day is at hand. 1365|MISS PAYSLEY (sings). 1365|The moon is hid. 1365|MISS PAYSLEY (sings). 1365|Sister Paysley, look! 1365|The dark is over! 1365|I leave the place, 1365|And I leave the light. 1365|Oh, why is the sky so cold and still? 1365|That is the mystery! 1365|You know that sea that, under the stars, 1365|Breathes up its little melancholy, 1365|Through the silent waters of the quiet of night, 1365|In the distance deep and dark? 1365|And the water leaps in the air, and the stars 1365|And the darkness in their depths stand firm, 1365|And tremble and are steady. 1365|And the little waves, like a silver music, 1365|Shout and dance in the deep! 1365|MISS PAYSLEY (sings). 1365|Ah, my! but it is strange and beautiful 1365|That the light that you see in the eyes of the night, 1365|Is so strange and beautiful. 1365|It is so strange and beautiful, and a blessing 1365|To you. 1365|SISTER PAYSLEY (sings). 1365|But the day is at hand. 1365|MISS PAYSLEY, from the shore. 1365|It is only the evening, and the twilight 1365|Goes slowly up, 1365|And I am happy and love. 1365|I leave all the ways of the world that I know, 1365|For the calm waters of rest. 1365|MISS PAYSLEY, from the shore. 1365|The day is at hand! 1365|The dawn has come out, and in the land at large, 1365|And in the river and river-bed 1365|Is a still light of white; 1365|And under the morning star, beyond the clouds, 1365|As the white moon falls on the waters to-night, 1365|I see two ships that come; 1365|And a ship of red, with all the war's and waste 1365|Ranged in battle-order, stands by me; 1365|And in a white canoe with oarsmen few 1365|Is a boatman; and on the oars is the child 1365|Of a woman with the dainty cheek and lips, 1365|All love-filled and tender, and in her arms 1365|Littered with stars the little sandaled foot, 1365|The little sandaled hand, that stirs and trembles 1365|With a thousand tender things, 1365|And the sailor in the crew-box, white as snow, 1365|Rings with me o'er and o'er again the name 1365|Of the ship that comes here, the ship of my dreams, 1365|And I think I hear a thing that seemeth to hear, 1365|And longs unto her, and I am wrapped in a dream. 1365|O golden moon that, like an angel, 1365|Sipping divinely in that draught of my soul, 1365|Hath held all the golden days, the joyous days 1365|When the young suns rose, and the birds sang merrily. 1365|There as I gazed up into the dream-din of stars, 1365|A glimmer of light pierced the gloom of the sea, 1365|Hid from the sight of man, but not from sight of land, 1365|The wonder of sea-things and the wonder of shore; 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 14070 ======================================== 941|The whole world looks off 941|And hears the music 941|Of the crowd of people 941|That thronging crowd to hear it 941|Strolls in music 941|Towards the sound 941|Of the wonderful instrument: 941|While there's a little song 941|At the end that is not music, 941|There's a great song 941|With a little little tune 941|In it of the grandest sound: 941|There's a little song 941|All the day long 941|And a great song 941|That is not only a song, 941|But a very holy thing 941|Who ever a big song was he 941|As he was the King of Kings, 941|Or ever the King of Kings, 941|And now and then a thundering sound, 941|Now and then a roar 941|Till our eyes are dazzed, 941|Or an eye that's caught the glory, 941|Or a face that's lost 941|Its sight, and is not ever to be found 941|And a big song he made to suit us 941|A little song that was a joy, 941|For it made us think of his love 941|And the joy of his life, 941|And the beauty of his crown; 941|A song that told what he sought 941|And the joy and power of his kingdom 941|And his joying was his glory, 941|His joy that it was his power 941|That made a world: 941|And he brought a mighty throng 941|Of loyal troops and loyal kings 941|He loved them as himself, 941|And a great throng of loyal friends 941|Who followed his call. 941|And he brought them all to a great feast, 941|And they talked together for hours 941|And for hours, 941|And for hours 941|The music of his songs was drowned 941|In a mighty roar 941|Of water rippling high and low 941|That rolled by in waves that were deep, 941|As loud as the roar 941|Of billows that were born in the night, 941|And that are all night. 941|And they heard the music of the banquet, 941|And they heard the music of his song 941|A-ringing sweet 941|A-ringing sweet 941|To every listener in the room. 941|And a great song he brought out of it, 941|And a great song they heard 941|From the room above, 941|And a great song of joy and wonder, 941|And a great song of peace, 941|But the music of the banquet fell 941|And they saw him smile 941|As he came into the darkness 941|And left the hall, 941|To go down to the hall of service 941|For the love of God, 941|Who was now a great king of the throng 941|And the music of its laughter and song 941|Was a deep, deep song, 941|A wonderful, wonderful song. 941|The songs were drowned in the joy of it, 941|And the music was a sound that could not reach, 941|To the living in the deep, 941|But the music of the banquet faded 941|And was gone. 941|All night long in the hall of service 941|The music was so great and the rapture so great 941|That they dreamed that the great King of kings, 941|And the music of the feast, 941|Were one and the same, 941|With the music of the great banquet done; 941|And they sat them down at the end of a service, 941|And they made a great feast, 941|And they ate in one, 941|And I sat alone 941|At the end of a great, great, great feast. 941|It seemed to me a great joy I had 941|When I heard the sound of a far-off bell 941|And the sound of a voice I had loved before, 941|And to-day, and to-morrow, and yesterday, 9 ======================================== SAMPLE 14080 ======================================== 615|"For in thine arms thou hold'st him fast, and say: 615|'What wouldst thou more? for that I never wer 615|For the best word in his hand, by me denied. 615|This is enough, I swear by what I owe, 615|If he forget not yet his will on me. 615|"Here is a thousand gilding, that I claim, 615|Nor of those thousand can I make a score; 615|Or even a single coin that I should gain 615|From him -- I swore as solemn to him lie -- 615|Should he forget not on my head maintain 615|His own will that he forget the rest, 615|Then he should show the heart in his that burns, 615|That he the life in him has not forgot. 615|"But I will still the other fact deny; 615|And, if I wrong the fair and good young Moor, 615|That he forgives, I will forgive him all; 615|And in the future shall he prove more true." 615|Orlando, he that by the Moor was slain, 615|Was with Orlando on that darkening hill, 615|And, after he the knight of gold had smote, 615|Made him his prisoner, and with him deprived; 615|And had the Moorish maid to France conveyed, 615|By whatsoe'er should be the martial maids done. 615|(The damsel, though well-pleased at so sweet a fate, 615|Was of one small degree her fellow pleased.) 615|For she has with the bold Roland found the will 615|And faith, of him to free her, to fulfil. 615|I know not how the damsel knew the knight, 615|But she, with more than one grateful memory, 615|Hath much with him and his, yet still was mute, 615|While now Orlando's wrath he could appease. 615|For him the maid, who would such thing deny, 615|Would in such manner prove a noble wife. 615|And, in that hour, when he the maiden sued, 615|And what should he in other case require, 615|If the fair damsel should refuse to do 615|This bidding without more cause than she? (said) 615|He of her favour would have vainly pressed, 615|And would have been content to die in scorn. 615|"You may be certain (he replied) I crave, 615|That you nor will I give, nor one or two, 615|To that fair maid who this fair day has spurned, 615|Until I give to her my promise true; 615|When she and you shall wed to make her heir. 615|"I will not make one offer, though I sue, 615|My promise shall be duly kept and kept." 615|He is resolved to take her by the hand, 615|I know not if the damsel in delay, 615|Though well resolved he is to take the spurn; 615|Nor she her heart well pleased, as soon shall be, 615|If to depart she go not from the pair. 615|A thousand pangs and thousands and the more -- 615|Harmless the maid and her fierce lover pain. 615|For she was born to be a cavalier, 615|No fairer face on earth, no heavenward sprite. 615|She had to work the labour of a slave; 615|And would have died upon that cruel ground. 615|The damsel, who had not in that place, to free 615|So vile a work, a fitting penance had, 615|Took courage in that pledge; and, for some time, 615|With Roland with no guard was guarding both. 615|At last, and after no one of the pair 615|Appeared to open sight, they thence retired, 615|By their own hands, the town, to be ravished 615|By their true lovers; nor, in time, did die 615|The lovers, whom they had in hell condemned. 615|Then came the valiant Roland on the bank 615|Of the fair river, when the Moorish band 615|At his approach, the dame who with them stood, 615|To make a bridge across the river, came, 615|And with that damsel made a bridge of stone, 615|Which at the river's mouth they laid and laid. 615|In her the damsel thought to try her art, 615|And make her husband more appear in view; 615|And on ======================================== SAMPLE 14090 ======================================== A little more: 1166|And there on the deck my soul was like a cloud 1166|That rolls away when the breeze takes the wave. 1166|We were flying away fast when our crew turned sea. 1166|And now the moon is in the sky and the breeze, 1166|A little low, a little high, 1166|Touched by the silken white waves of the dark night 1166|Comes and smiles on our faces. 1166|Then, too, the dark, slim moon came, 1166|Slow as a ghost, and as still as a stone, 1166|Solemn as the mountains, and lovely as a song -- 1166|She came with the wind, the ships, the sun -- 1166|Over the ship, and I with the sea. 1166|We were flying away fast when her shroud swept out, 1166|And she stood alone, a lady, with her veil between her arms. 1166|We had to stop flying for the stars were white on the wave. 1166|So now there is only the white for the deck, only the white for the side. 1166|There were nine oars in the raft; the topsail bars and the shroud, 1166|Then the swell died a little and it was white as a sheet -- 1166|All white as a sheet! 1166|There are only nine oars in the raft, and the topsail bars and the 1166|Then I turned to my men, "There are four oars on the bows, and we 1166|But the starlight was white like snow on a river deep and bright. 1166|"Light the sails," said he; "one, two, the bows are full, and we're 1166|All the world is as one dark billow -- 1166|The world is as one dark billow. 1166|We have come back from the Downs and from the sea 1166|And from the men who were brave and true, 1166|To the dull grey dark that holds them in the dark, 1166|Where they wait for a sign of a light. 1166|Oh, the grey dark with its sleepless waves 1166|Lying like a tomb for the brave! 1166|The grey sea, with its sleepless tomb, 1166|That never shall open to cheer them! 1166|But for us there are dreams of a day 1166|When the world grows one with the sea. 1166|And for us there are dreams of a day 1166|When the world grows one with the sea. 1166|We sail back with the fleet of a lifetime 1166|O'er the stars that are blue above; 1166|We are the sailors of the future, 1166|And we know the dreams of youth. 1166|We sail back again in the hope of the treasure, 1166|The treasure that was promised to us, 1166|The treasure by nations won and by men 1166|Whose deeds for the shining shall be set. 1166|Oh, the shining of dreams over seas 1166|In the hope of a shining day. 1166|Oh, the shining with dreams over seas 1166|In the hope of a shining day! 1166|Then they sailed into the darkness as a troop from a fortress, 1166|Across the darkness and up the wind; 1166|And a man prayed to the God in his soul that he were where they 1166|should fare over the sea. 1166|And a man sat on a rocking-chair in a narrow room. The 1166|cold blue skies were close against his hair: 1166|The clouds lay out of his sight in the distant sky. 1166|He was a man with a purpose deep as the night. 1166|Then he heard a woman's step on the floor: 1166|He was troubled and troubled and troubled again. 1166|And she drew him to her and said, "It is the King: 1166|The King of the day, King Luth: He calls in the East." 1166|He was troubled and troubled and troubled again. 1166|Then the shadow of the King grew across his body, 1166|And a trembling and trembling and trembling again. 1166|And she said, "O friend, the King is in the East." 1166|She was weary and weary and troubled again. 1166|And she turned to a window and murmured low, 1166|"For he calls in the ======================================== SAMPLE 14100 ======================================== 1166|A child in beauty. Her hands are thin 1166|As crumpled paper -- her long, white hair 1166|That curls like a topaz in the sun. 1166|The light of beauty hangs in her eyes. 1166|And she turns to the east where the cloud 1166|That wreathes her rose-pale head is curled 1166|About its dead white petals, and shines 1166|Like a lost star in a mist of stars 1166|Over the garden-paths. 1166|At last her parents come into the room. 1166|One, with a mother's gentle voice, 1166|Cries over her, "Here's your house." 1166|And the old couple, with their two sons, look down 1166|Upon the garden with such grave eyes 1166|That you would swear (for you must know they swear 1166|To anything said in this way) 1166|That the children are grown. And while you swear, 1166|You see the child's face and the old woman's. 1166|And yet you do not think the child was ever born 1166|Without her parents' consent. 1166|One holds her by the hand, and one pleads 1166|Oblivion, that he cannot speak. 1166|One tells her stories of forgotten books 1166|And gives her gold for useless gold, 1166|To buy the child things that she cannot have. 1166|One tells her of the lost city and the dead gods, 1166|But one was never born that did not know. 1166|One holds her by the hand and pleads 1166|Oblivion, that he speaks 1166|In the face of the gods, and they will hear him. 1166|One pleads with the old couple and is silenced -- 1166|One of you speaketh more than all. 1166|Who holds her by the hand and pleads 1166|Oblivion, that he may be heard. 1166|One pleads with the old couple and is silenced -- 1166|One was never born that never heard. 1166|One pleads with the old couple and is silenced -- 1166|But one was born for whom he was waiting, 1166|Born to the woman and the man. 1166|One pleads with the old couple and is silenced -- 1166|One was old enough to betray. 1166|One pleads with the old couple and is silenced -- 1166|One was old enough to betray. 1166|One pleads with this woman and is silent -- 1166|One was old enough to wait for. 1166|One pleads with this woman and is silent -- 1166|One was old enough to wait. 1166|One stands at the open door, and one is silent, 1166|One is waiting -- one is far. 1166|One pleads with the closed door, and one is silent -- 1166|One is far -- one is waiting. 1166|One waits; -- one is waiting; one is far; 1166|One pleads with the closed door, and one is silent. 1166|One pleads; -- one is longing; one is long. 1166|One stands at the open door, and one is silent, 1166|One is longed for -- one is long. 1166|One says to the woman: "You are silent" that one pleads 1166|For the woman -- pleads with the woman -- pleads. 1166|One pleads with the woman: -- one pleads all the while; 1166|One pleads "For the woman," "For the man," "I love you," 1166|"I love you," -- and one is silent. 1166|One pleads with the woman: "You are silent" that one pleads; 1166|One pleads "For the woman," "For the man," "I love them," 1166|But one is never heard. 1166|One pleads with the woman: "I am silent" -- all is silent; 1166|One pleads with the woman: "I am stilled" "I am waiting," 1166|"I am waiting," -- all the while. 1166|Two women in a room 1166|Settle with their wistful eyes 1166|And know the peace that lies 1166|So far beyond the walls 11 ======================================== SAMPLE 14110 ======================================== 3255|Of the sea and of the sky, and there's no one to say it 3255|Will not last a week. 3255|Whereupon your life is not 3255|Much better off than mine, but you can choose what you've got, 3255|Which will be a better world to lead. But there's no one here 3255|To look at all two days: 3255|It's "Oh, the little boys are gay, 3255|And the little girls are fair, 3255|And the little maids are wise" to you, 3255|And we boys are always gay. 3255|But if I had three years 3255|To live, though I must die", 3255|I'd have the little sisters stand 3255|Around our table, and sing, 3255|And the little girls go by 3255|To say their sweetest things, 3255|With the little boys at their side, 3255|To look at the roses growing 3255|About my grave. 3255|There's no one there now 3255|To say what things are meant; 3255|And no one stands by to say 3255|Why we boys must die. 3255|It's "Oh, the little boys are gay, 3255|And the little maidens wise, 3255|And the little boy who loves 3255|Must love all the boys", 3255|And we boys are always gay. 3255|There were a score of them 3255|When I was a boy, 3255|Then there are nine standing now 3255|(And none of them wise) 3255|And we boys have always been gay. 3255|We'll go home to the little house that we built us that's the place, 3255|We won't have a man to stand guard in it at night; we won't, 3255|But a girl in the house now has eyes, and a man's the door. 3255|And a boy went in when the window was closed a year and a day, 3255|And now we're at the door of the house that went, and we'll be! 3255|And there's a lot to be said for the foolish and foolish is fair, 3255|And we've a lot that we've won for the foolish and foolish aye, 3255|That were worth winning, the foolish and foolish are worth a song! 3255|I was just like the rest - 3255|We started off in a row; 3255|But it's better to be very lucky than be not at all. 3255|No boy could ever think things would end so badly with the same! 3255|In fact, I've got a little opinion of the dear ladies now; 3255|As we went back, one day, to the old homestead, we met a family 3255|Who'd been married off, three years before, by the old homestead plan; 3255|And they talked of the new thing, and they talked of the old, and 3255|I asked them of the old, and they told how the young folks' lives 3255|Were growing by leaps, and they told of what they were to do. 3255|And the young lady with blue eyes, whose eyes were just then in 3255|dilated function, had something to say; 3255|She told how, in the evenings, when she had passed the time away, 3255|By a path in the meadow, she'd seen a little child on her knees, 3255|And how, in the autumn, or Easter holidays, the child had been 3255|The old folks talked in turn, and they showed me a little shop, 3255|Where they sold little things, all owned by the family, and said. 3255|"The children we need are bringing things, of which they've made such 3255|fantastic use," cried the little girl. 3255|"That's where we'd like to take some; how would you like to know?" 3255|"Oh, we've always liked to find out," went on the little mother's 3255|daughter; 3255|"And so will we ever, by and by, when we're home with the children once 3255|But their stories of the children had all passed away. 3255|"The young folks," I said, "were so happy and laughing there!" 3255|"Well," said she faintly, as the father looked at her, 3255| ======================================== SAMPLE 14120 ======================================== 1279|An' a' the rest o't, 1279|To keep it aye at hame, 1279|Sae weel a man as ye, 1279|Ye'll find yon sweet, sweet dame, 1279|Was nae where wi' a' your care, 1279|Was nae time for it; 1279|Ye'll mak' an' lin for me, 1279|O' a' the wrang at your kirn 1279|At your age, 1279|Ye'll mak' an' lin for me, 1279|Then, as time will please, 1279|I'll try anither way; 1279|When death, or life, or air, 1279|Yont for you will gae, 1279|For a' the nicht I canna bide, 1279|I wad a trusty friendie drawle; 1279|Ye may look for a' your ling'ring wich, 1279|It's no the fault o't is I haud my lane; 1279|And, by my faith, I will no be slack, 1279|When Death shall me come down to pay: 1279|Nae mair I will be your doo'r, 1279|Nor any time maun I forget. 1279|The trewest was my nimble e'e, 1279|But soon he'd lost his wits an' fled, 1279|An ye would take his life to gie him ease. 1279|But soon as the bairn was hous'd an' fed, 1279|Like aye some merry fellow nippin' through, 1279|Folks maun take the trewest of all in town, 1279|But I maun hae a tither friend like thee. 1279|The trewest was his e'e, his tail to wind, 1279|And that was a' the wonder and the fau't 1279|Of his mou', an' that was the solee reason 1279|Of his hizzie, an' that was the solee reason 1279|O' his mou', was never mair the skaith 1279|O' t' other laddie, his auld wife's ha't. 1279|Her head was neibor, her liver was lean, 1279|The wee' finger half was through ane e'e, 1279|Her head was neibor, her liver was lean, 1279|The wee' finger through ane e'e: 1279|Yet at the last, whan t' old wife neist a tongue, 1279|Her auld wife came on wi' a suddent beam, 1279|I micht suppose anither twa or three 1279|Had had their e'e for t' a' wi' her to gie. 1279|But now a' is my ail th' brawest in town, 1279|An' the ghaist o' t' town is a' in t' market; 1279|But here's t' shiel's a clo's, 1279|An' in here's t' kirk o' the brawest o' Scotland; 1279|But here's t' shiel's a clo's, 1279|An' in here's t' kirk o' the brawest o' Scotland; 1279|But here's t' shiel's a clo's, 1279|O, here's t' kirk o' the brawest o' Scotland. 1279|He was a muckle wame carle, 1279|And the deuce frae him flow'd; 1279|He brought a' his daddie advantage 1279|Wi' his muckle wame carle, 1279|And what he gaed seen, an' ev'ry thing, 1279|Was gleg as was an auld wife. 1279|O, my bairns, here's to the kebs on the bottom o' your gizz, 1279|And my bairns, here's to the bread an' hocks in your stowp, 1279|And ev'n your ain gentry, they may gie me a gierderin round, 1279|If I should die i' the gloamin'. 1279|Gae way down to the mason, 1279|An' look ======================================== SAMPLE 14130 ======================================== 1211|The goodliest friends and foes have been my friends. 1211|Thus have I lived, so long, and thus my days. 1211|Suffer, therefore, my grief to soothe, 1211|And be, like me, a worthy bride, 1211|The ornament and glory of thy life! 1211|Here my last words were, as the curtain fell, 1211|The last that shall be, as the curtain falls. 1211|The next I shall, on the last that yet may last, 1211|Proclaim me true at my nuptials here. 1211|This is the house; and in it, as in all 1211|Its rooms, an air of quiet comes, and then 1211|A sense of storm-clouds that hangs on the past. 1211|In it (and there's that old house still dank with dew) 1211|Nimbly my hands an hour-glass will determine; 1211|Nibbling and trimming, and never a moment calling:-- 1211|The house is mine, I take it, and shall keep it; 1211|The wind and I are out, and so is the house. 1211|A long, long walk we have had, 1211|And, dame Puss, 'tis well to be old! 1211|No more such carousing 1211|We do at home or anywhere; 1211|And, dame Puss, I would I were a child 1211|As Youth to Puss may seem to be. 1211|When thou hast been a Queen or Dame, 1211|That life of thine thou hast shown 1211|With all the courtesy and pride 1211|Which only comes of Age and Plenty. 1211|The days thou hast been merry at, 1211|When thou didst dance in circles bright; 1211|As once didst thou in thy sweet pride, 1211|When we were children while we had 1211|No time to play, for thou didst dwell 1211|Full ten years in one little space. 1211|But thou hast made a House of Peace 1211|Under the greenwood, for me, 1211|And two children, one of whom is fair, 1211|And one is black, to keep a Sabbath; 1211|And thus thy life is ended, I do fear-- 1211|With all thy merry, joyous things. 1211|Wherefore then from henceforth be wise 1211|That thou mightst ever do all grace; 1211|And do not that thy Grace to hide, 1211|Which is God's due from both of us. 1211|But let thy Body, which is here, 1211|Be seen, and Life still bless the place; 1211|So that the Children there may see 1211|That thy Grace was not hidden there. 1211|All my life's past, though it have been 1211|As short as a pleasant day, 1211|Yet every day hath been to me 1211|Far more sweet than it seem'd. 1211|Yet though each day hath been far more sweet 1211|Than it seem'd, I give thanks; 1211|And to make it seem as sweet again 1211|I will renew it again. 1211|My Love, when thou art gone, and I, 1211|That once had met agen, 1211|With this remembrance of her bewailed 1211|Will strive to be more gentle: 1211|And when thou goest from my mind, 1211|And from my heart this Memory, 1211|I'll turn to it for sympathy, 1211|When thou art gone, and from my mind. 1211|My Memory, and my Love, and mine, 1211|Are all but three faint Years; 1211|Yet that which thou hast taken from me 1211|And left me naked and bare; 1211|Thy absence from me I regard 1211|Without pride, without reserve; 1211|But my sad absence (as I thought, 1211|When thou wast gone) I'll mourn, for that, 1211|I'll mourn the three faint Years I've missed 1211|From Meeting, with my Love, with thee. 1211|My friends have told me I must die, 1211|Though I must sorrow much the less; 1211|But I will live, with them to die, 1211| ======================================== SAMPLE 14140 ======================================== 30659|"The moonlight's falling over the road," 30659|Thus I heard him. "The road's above our heads." 30659|A child should always say what's true 30659|And speak when he is spoken to, 30659|Avoid what may seem strange to others, 30659|Lie if you would be believed by none. 30659|A child should learn what he is told 30659|By a wise man, and by no fool. 30659|A child should say what is plain to him, 30659|Avoid what may seem strange to others, 30659|Never think it a fault if you do not know 30659|What is and what has been to you. 30659|A child should speak what is plain to him, 30659|Avoid what may seem strange to others, 30659|When first you look, do not let fall 30659|The curtain that hides pleasant nonsense. 30659|No child is really mad unless he think, 30659|And almost every day a fairy tale 30659|Comes true, or seems to come true to you. 30659|The shadows in the meadows and the trees 30659|Methought a sound, and each fair form drew near. 30659|A little maiden white with wonder struck 30659|With awe and love from Earth and Heaven drew breath. 30659|And straight the breath arose that stirred her sense 30659|And raised her soul to heights celestial, heard 30659|On earth, the last sad dirge of a great wail. 30659|"Oh, hear me still! and pity me, and spare! 30659|I cannot stay, or all your ways reveal 30659|To mortal eye the joys on high that fall; 30659|Now know I how, because of you, they feel 30659|That there is always one who knows their pain, 30659|And loves them still, tho' all the world may know. 30659|And hear what I would know, and give it all 30659|That I, a little child of fairy-land, 30659|Am bound to love."--"Foolish child, not so," 30659|Cried the angry children, "and the night will break 30659|That bound you to your parents' hearts, yet still 30659|The world will have a fairy for a King." 30659|"It is the will of God," the weeping maid 30659|Answer'd, "and I in God's night abide, 30659|And you, I know not where or what you are, 30659|Am all that is, and you shall be all." 30659|So they that loved their mother, and their feet 30659|Were well content, the evil ways forsook; 30659|So they in evil ways forsook the Lord 30659|And sought new joy by like example done. 30659|A little maiden, pale with love's unrest 30659|And wistful, in a land-locked land asked me 30659|What could befall her, that her yearning eyes 30659|Should yearn with such desire on those far isles 30659|Where summer's suns arise, and hear the sea. 30659|Beneath an orchard's shade I came to her, 30659|But she beside a crystal stream did sing. 30659|To me she said, "The will of God is great, 30659|And when His will our wills is then fulfilled. 30659|"O Lord! I pray thee, make me good to thee, 30659|That here thy love in pity may be shown. 30659|For thou, of all that live, more happy art, 30659|Than all the lives of those who seek our harm." 30659|God heard her prayer, and on an apple-tree 30659|Among the boughs above her sat, unseen, 30659|Her lover, whom, with loving glances meet, 30659|She called "Loving-Name." Her eyes, that sparkled, 30659|And her red lips moved, while from her bosom 30659|Bore full of fire the image of a rose. 30659|"Love, who so loved me, make me good," she said, 30659|And "I did but love because thou couldst not find, 30659|Till thou couldst love, I was for thee all the year; 30659|But now I know too late; I yield to thee. 30659|"If all the flowers ======================================== SAMPLE 14150 ======================================== May your eyes no more see such as I 8187|Upon the plains of Spain beheld, 8187|Such as I saw--nay, 'twas not all fair, 8187|But such as _didn't_ look well to, 8187|(Such as I saw--oh dear, the dear!) 8187|But such as in all beauty shone-- 8187|(The _was_ an awful dream, by Jove), 8187|Such as to me in wakefulness 8187|Those eyes of the sea seemed to scan-- 8187|As one in memory always dreams 8187|Upon a busy street, a sight 8187|Of ladies all, with lips a-twinkle, 8187|And fingers dancing o'er the strings; 8187|A sight, where all, as by some spell, 8187|Were turning eyes of some ill-omened charm, 8187|And eyes that, like the moonlight's beams, 8187|Turned hearts to wither weeds as cold-- 8187|Ay--all, all were fair, but none so fair 8187|As in those eyes--which in their light, 8187|Like some dull cloud, round him came, 8187|And made him see a vision he could ne'er descry. 8187|But, as he looked, and as he dreamed 8187|In those kind eyes, he saw that he too stood 8187|With palms together laid 8187|Upon the ground, as if to say, 8187|"My fickle luck has led me here;"-- 8187|And they are gone--oh! they, alas! are gone-- 8187|Though round them lay their ringlets still-- 8187|And still the ringlets curl and twine, 8187|And look like golden ribbons in the breeze. 8187|Yet still he has those looky eyes, 8187|With their dimple and curve and blush; 8187|And he has heard from them that there'll be soon 8187|A sweet new voice above his harp-- 8187|And oh! he's found on some dainty lace 8187|A knot of pearls which, when removed, 8187|Will bring him back, in those poor ringlets twined. 8187|_Forgotten_,--as if that phrase were not, 8187|Like all--too good for any day; 8187|Where the lost Beauty's no longer seen, 8187|Yet--if ever--it's _not_ forgotten too. 8187|When the _last_ last spark of those eyes 8187|Is lit in the new world of space, 8187|And the last ray of light, ere it run-- 8187|Is the last spark, _there_ left?--then--_not_ for me, miss! 8187|_So, oh, forget, oh, forget,_ 8187|When, at this moment, your eye from afar, 8187|May be stealing thro' the air as you sing, 8187|In that _beautiful_ melody, 8187|The last lost Love of your youth burns near. 8187|That hour, that hour of bliss, 8187|So oft, so oft with me! 8187|When, on the lip, in its first breath divine, 8187|Your voice, 'mid the Seraphim, whispered a prayer 8187|For peace--for a peace which never, never, never, 8187|On any save on the Lord of the world, 8187|Will be broken!--I've stood, while the world sang 8187|Your melodies, a heartless Angel by, 8187|To witness, with such eyes of love, 8187|That never soul of a lover was changed; 8187|While every prayer for a _peace_ was given, 8187|When, thro' the ages, thro' all this world, 8187|The world's true children have been found, 8187|And love, and peace, and the Love of God, 8187|Still plead for _one_ in the Angel's ear. 8187|The last time we met, 8187|The sun was down. 8187|When I looked round the garden, 8187|And on the roof, 8187|The first thing I saw 8187|Was the red, red moon! 8187|With joy and rapture, 8187|It seemed 8187|I was at home again. 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 14160 ======================================== 2732|But then, of course, I'd have to say good night, 2732|And I wouldn't have you keep me waiting here." 2732|Now it is three o'clock; the night-wind blows 2732|From the west, 2732|And slowly creeps 2732|Through the dim, 2732|Brown twilight, 2732|Of the West when I was born. 2732|All night long 2732|I've seen those golden hours of my youth, 2732|And listened in the dusk 2732|Where the white moon 2732|Was gazing 2732|At the moon. 2732|And then, at last, at the dawn-light, 2732|I've sleepily climbed 2732|The hill-- 2732|The hill, with its cedars white. 2732|Oft, in the morning, I have watched the sun 2732|And watched the stars, 2732|Till they began to set. 2732|Oft, in the daylight, I have watched the night 2732|And watched her bed 2732|Of darkle 2732|When it slumbered, 2732|At her side. 2732|And, when it was morning, I have dreamed a dream 2732|A dream of things, 2732|Of love that I may not disclose, 2732|Of the far-sought hand, 2732|That I may not hear, 2732|Nor the smile that I may not see, 2732|Nor the heart's, nor the ring, 2732|Nor the beauty I may not share. 2732|Oft, still in the morning, I've dreamed a dream 2732|O'er a love that I may not reveal. 2732|And yet I know it is but a dream 2732|Of things, love that I may not reveal-- 2732|Till I wake in the morn of my days, 2732|On a day that is nigh, 2732|Of a love that I may not see. 2732|In my soul's sweet heaven, 2732|All is made fair. 2732|My life in bloom, 2732|My joy in song. 2732|My heaven is made 2732|So plain and fair 2732|That I would live there 2732|Till all things are made 2732|So plain and fair 2732|I wonder what love is, 2732|So deep, so blue, so still? 2732|Is love's breath sweet, 2732|Or does he breathe 2732|In some still isle, 2732|Where a white witch-priest sings 2732|In a golden chalice? 2732|Do women love like this, 2732|Or is it just 2732|Love to love? 2732|O, I wish that I 2732|Should love like him, 2732|And drink the breath 2732|Of life to sip 2732|From the roses in bloom. 2732|Would that a white hand, 2732|Or a white hair, 2732|Or a white face, 2732|Or a white foot, 2732|Or a white heart, 2732|Would kiss me there, 2732|Or close me in a sleep! 2732|But when I'm gone, 2732|Where shall I be 2732|With no heart's grace, 2732|Nor no foot's joy? 2732|O, I wish I knew! 2732|I wish I knew, 2732|In my soul's deep heaven, 2732|Where the white roses blow! 2732|Of the golden lute, 2732|Of the golden string, 2732|Of the long soft morning. 2732|Love and morning, 2732|Love, morning, 2732|Morning, 2732|And to be. 2732|He who sings in heaven 2732|And with eyes so fair 2732|Paints his love's red seal 2732|Beneath the sun-rise. 2732|Him whose words are golden 2732|In the halls of day, 2732|He who makes my light 2732|With the sun so bright, 2732|He whose hands are gold 2732|In the morning, 2732|He whose lips and cheeks 2732|And the eyes and hair 2732|Are the true pearl, ======================================== SAMPLE 14170 ======================================== 5184|To his wife, the mother of the hostess, 5184|And the aged bridegroom's words to me: 5184|"From thy home I will not wander, 5184|I will dwell with thee and leave thee 5184|To enjoy the joys of childhood, 5184|While my eyes enjoy the sunshine, 5184|While my limbs are filled with innocence, 5184|While my heart is filled with pleasure, 5184|While my veins are still expanding, 5184|Steeped in rest and strength and patience, 5184|Strong to bear the load of slumber, 5184|While my brain is still expanding, 5184|Joyous all the rest of childhood." 5184|"Thou art wrong, I will not wander 5184|I will not leave thee while life-time, 5184|While this body is young and living, 5184|While my eyes are filled with pleasure, 5184|Joyous while my life is sleeping!" 5184|Then they gave themselves in tasks for husbands, 5184|Slaves to beautify their hunting-grounds; 5184|One did they take from out of date-desert, 5184|One did he roast to ashes worthy, 5184|One did he fill with water fitful, 5184|One did he weigh with bronze and copper, 5184|Five did he fashion into bars, 5184|Six they fashioned into rude axes, 5184|Thus and well employed in smoothing 5184|Ramparts in all the hamlets, 5184|Ramparts well provided with cross-pieces, 5184|All the walls were built of rainbow-colored sandstone, 5184|All the fencing without silver steel, 5184|All the framing without straw fabric, 5184|All the fencing with rushes fine, 5184|All the framing without grass or linden, 5184|All the posts of willow, myrtle, or linden, 5184|As for building of the birch-tree, 5184|As for building of the willow-comb, 5184|Or the juniper, or the squirrel-tree, 5184|In the sun or shade it takes the form of bird-feeder, 5184|Soothes the swarth-spirited swains when slumber seals their eye, 5184|Gives the children raiment bright and lustrous, 5184|Beguiles them when the day-dawn threatens; 5184|Hastens on the trail of the deer-hunter, 5184|Swiftest of all the four extoll father-tramps, 5184|Sits beside the champion at his camp-fire, 5184|By the tent-peg stands and sings this say: 5184|"Slippery 's the skin of the hunter-hunter, 5184|Rudely torn are the vestures of women, 5184|I am filled with fear at coming 5184|To the doom of the hunter-gatherers, 5184|To the slaughter-point of the hunter-hunter! 5184|Slippery 's the fur of the hunter-hunter-lover, 5184|Erely are the dishes placed, 5184|Easily are couches placed prepared, 5184|Easily do the guests enter in, 5184|Stoops the water to remove them, 5184|Serves the berries, the mushrooms, the roots, 5184|Gives the food to those who will sup, 5184|To the guests who will not come counting contributions, 5184|Cuts the meat in great numbers, 5184|Gives the fishers salmon-steaks, reindeer-trinks, 5184|Cuts the youth golden-fish-bite-pieces, 5184|Easily dances the witch-fishes, 5184|Throws the youth in travail behind him, 5184|Throws the youth in travail the waters, 5184|Throws the youth in travail the waves, 5184|Easily rocks and bears a birchen net, 5184|Easy thumbs his son upon it, 5184|Easy twirled the mother's fingers, 5184|Ties his hands in silken bands, 5184|Easy danced the merry maiden, 5184|Tied her son's feet unto the meshes, 5184|Tangled with him the net's seams, 5184|Tied the knots in wreaths of ======================================== SAMPLE 14180 ======================================== 34237|_And we came back from the war, 34237|We came back with a thousand men, 34237|To lead you in a line. 34237|In the line, in the line, 34237|The enemy had his artillery, 34237|And the only thing we had was will._ 34237|_And we marched past the fox-fire 34237|And charged out on our feet; 34237|We dropped our guns and we hid our guns, 34237|We left them for the foe, 34237|So that they might not discover, 34237|The only thing we had left to do-- 34237|For we had only feet._ 34237|There are women in the ranks, 34237|With dark eyes and brown hair, 34237|Whose feet never fall, 34237|Whose feet never rest. 34237|We know that they can run, 34237|We know that they can ride. 34237|We know they can sing 34237|All night long in the night, 34237|_I don't care how bad my wife and I 34237|Are treated when I'm dead._ 34237|We know that they don't mind, 34237|We know that they don't try. 34237|For God knows how many women 34237|Have been happy before me, 34237|But this I can say-- 34237|_He is as happy as a Baronet._ 34237|_But this I can say-- 34237|I don't care how bad my wife and I 34237|Are treated when I'm dead._ 34237|If I die while they're listening to me, 34237|They won't know what to do-- 34237|I can't say which is worse: 34237|They're not going to kill me, 34237|Or put me back where I was before, 34237|With a Baronet's face-- 34237|And nothing of my old life in them-- 34237|Or throw me back where I was before, 34237|With a Baronet's face, 34237|With nothing of my old life in them, 34237|No Baronet after me,-- 34237|And no Baronet after this, 34237|Until I am dead._ 34237|She's coming in at the backdoor 34237|With the latch ajar, she's calling, 34237|It's her voice when she calls, 34237|It's the whisper in the corner 34237|Awaiting word and sign, 34237|And the round black candle she's lighted 34237|With the waxen moonlight. 34237|He's waiting--he knows too late 34237|That I've left the house to-night, 34237|He's watching from the parlour 34237|That I love to go to tea with. 34237|He lifts his wet dim eyes-- 34237|The wet night-smells of the casement-- 34237|They burn into my soul-- 34237|For I'm coming back to-night. 34237|I've been waiting the last five years, 34237|I've been waiting in vain; 34237|I'm coming back to-night. 34237|The long winter nights--the long, long days-- 34237|The crying wind and moaning rain, 34237|And all the sweets of years gone by 34237|All turned to pain--for the first time. 34237|In the doorway stood the Mayor. 34237|We talked upon the way, 34237|And he took me to the basement, 34237|Where all sorts of ghosts were. 34237|And then with bated breath 34237|We climbed the loft's wooden stairs-- 34237|To a lighted room below. 34237|And there he placed inside 34237|Each in his shroud of leaves 34237|A candle, placed on the floor, 34237|And then we shut the door. 34237|"_Who'll do the washing?"_--cried the Mayor. 34237|"I'll pick you which of you 34237|Will clean the laundry. 34237|If I run away 34237|You'll follow me all the way!" 34237|"Will they do it right?" 34237|"Because they've come so long." 34237|The Mayor's in his office. 34237|The Mayor says: 34237|"That's a very good ======================================== SAMPLE 14190 ======================================== 1719|Who saw the dead men standing 1719|Between the trees, 1719|Stretched, and cried, "Behold, God saves you." 1719|And one, from his own house, 1719|Sat with me in the hall, 1719|"I am God's servant," said he, 1719|"And you will be God's master, 1719|If the will be mine; 1719|I am the King, and you are the men." 1719|But one went to his farm 1719|That was under the hill, 1719|And he was of the race of the Amargeless, 1719|And his lord was the King, 1719|While the others prayed and spake, 1719|"Is it well with you, O O King?" 1719|And one said, "A thing will happen, 1719|And we shall find men to tell." 1719|And one said, "If you will take my hand, 1719|I will speak with you for an hour, 1719|And I promise you to tell 1719|What the King has done 1719|With the men of Morden 1719|While you are here." 1719|And one prayed, "O God of the seas, 1719|I am of the race of the Amargeless, 1719|I know the thing will come about, 1719|And if the King hath my brother dead 1719|In the grave where he lies, 1719|I have done him evil, 1719|But I pray you speak to me here, 1719|Saying one word of good. 1719|"I pray you say: 1719|'If God hath mercy upon Morden, 1719|God save the King's men.'" 1719|But one said, "It shall be as I said, 1719|I am of these people, 1719|I have the will of them in heaven; 1719|And for the love my brother bore me, 1719|And the faith I bore him, 1719|For the faithless work I wrought him, 1719|God save his sons with sons around them." 1719|And one said, "As you have said, 1719|God knows what He has done to us, 1719|For he hath shown such signs to us, 1719|That we must keep the will of God." 1719|And one said, "O my mother, 1719|I am of the race of the Amargeless, 1719|I know the King is coming, 1719|And he say so in his dreams, 1719|But the children of earth shall die, 1719|And we shall be nothing." 1719|And one answered, "O my father, 1719|You were my father long ago, 1719|And you know of the land of darkness, 1719|And of the black land of nightmare; 1719|And all the good things 1719|God hath done the men of earth shall be, 1719|For the King is come again. 1719|And he shall say in dreams, 1719|'From the day that the King came home, 1719|The men of earth have gone astray, 1719|Wandering in their ways, 1719|With no knowledge, save in visions, 1719|And the shadow that they cast, 1719|And their dreaming at night and morning 1719|Hath the evil in it.'" 1719|Gawaine answered: 1719|"I am a fool and a craven, 1719|The King hath sent me here. 1719|The foolish men of earth have been drunk with wine 1719|Of a dream-wine and their false eyes are wet: 1719|They are full of dreams as of one drunk with song; 1719|They have no wisdom more than a woman's hair. 1719|"What have I done that I should send you here, 1719|To be the Devil's servant evermore? 1719|Or have I done some great wicked thing, 1719|And you would be a man in my stead? 1719|"Tell me, my mother, and tell me true, 1719|For you were never so wise before. 1719|Why did not your darling son King Arthur? 1719|He was so brave, so tall and so good an earl, 1719|And the Queen that he loved was more beautiful ======================================== SAMPLE 14200 ======================================== 4332|And, by the shore, at night, when all 4332|Is dark and silent, I can hear 4332|The sea-shell patter of the water 4332|That rolls without pause from cliff to cliff, 4332|Or from a distant rille de chambre 4332|To a low white village in the night, 4332|Where all the lights have vanished quite. 4332|I love to linger on this lonely place, 4332|A lonely ghost in this still town, 4332|Whose quiet lives have never been known 4332|By any thing but solitude. 4332|But time and death come back again 4332|To haunt me now I have gone out there, 4332|For I have found out a secret which, 4332|As one who has fled from other places, 4332|Takes him again to that old town, 4332|And this time every moon and every night, 4332|He is found in that same lonely place. 4332|It came to me,--and no other thing, 4332|Than a sudden cry of a white woman, 4332|Frightened by an angry wind, and then 4332|Frightened again by a wind more fierce, 4332|And so, even when I cried aloud 4332|To the white lady in the market-place, 4332|To stand a little while and tell me, 4332|What had happened to the white boy at the tower, 4332|Who had fled from the town before day was here: 4332|It came to me,--but how to I tell it? - 4332|Was all it took. 4332|There at the end of the water, 4332|Staring with his eyes across the sand, 4332|I could see the white boy crouched upon a stump, 4332|Whispering, and, oh, so softly, over and over. 4332|And there, by the bank, where the moonbeam stopped, 4332|My white man in the sun's light stood still, 4332|While the green little water ran and fell 4332|Over the sand. 4332|There at the end of the water, 4332|The white girl turned to look at me, 4332|With the white-lined eyes and the pale lips set, 4332|And the shadow and the white rose by her side, 4332|And when I looked she smiled. 4332|And then she left my arms and took her arms, 4332|Took the white arms of the river, 4332|And so went away 4332|To the high hill by the river, 4332|Where the moon and sea seemed one. 4332|At dawn the red sun was sinking, 4332|Over the hill there came 4332|The voices of birds in the wood, 4332|And voices of the wind; 4332|The red sun was setting, 4332|The voices of all birds ceased, 4332|And voices of the wind: 4332|Then through the red sun, 4332|My heart's one voice was heard 4332|Which praised the green fields 4332|And praised the gentle rain 4332|That came to bless the trees... 4332|I wonder if the old house 4332|Would stand with windows closed. 4332|I wonder if the old walls 4332|Would be forgotten from the world; 4332|And the old garden, 4332|And the old rose-bed 4332|And the old books in the closet. 4332|No sound of the long road 4332|Would wake in the old house; 4332|And the brown old trees, 4332|The long red stems of some dead tree 4332|No more would feel the breath of grass, 4332|No more, remembering many hours, 4332|Would gather around their branches moss, 4332|No more would they spread out for the sun 4332|Their slender cups of purple and green. 4332|So I have gone from the old house, 4332|Into the night, 4332|Into a land no longer seen, 4332|Where the long road ends 4332|And never afoot can be at the door... 4332|Oh, my old house 4332|With the red sun on it, 4332|With the red sun on it, 4332|I cannot go back, 4332|For the sound of ======================================== SAMPLE 14210 ======================================== 25794|She would call for the boat. She brought 25794|But now a better boat must you see,-- 25794|A maiden's boat; but for one fault-- 25794|As well,--you need not fear her care. 25794|She knew a man who had loved a maid, 25794|She said, her soul, "I will not mind." 25794|And yet, as a good virgin she loved. 25794|This, in her case, was as easy as 25794|The lady said. She, too, she knew her. 25794|So she went to a lonely island, 25794|A little speck of pink on the sand, 25794|And the lady, she knew 'twas so. 25794|She went where the sea-gulls were singing 25794|The song her lover used to sing, 25794|And the song that her lover used to sing, 25794|As she heard it and, oh! so proud, 25794|Her brows wrinkled as a mother's. 25794|"Oh, lady," the man said, "I'll not mind, 25794|In this lone speck of pink I'll land." 25794|And so the man and the maid they sailed 25794|To the island where her lover still 25794|Was singing her lover's old song. 25794|But the song was not new to his ear; 25794|The old song was as old and as old, 25794|As the way of the lover and maid. 25794|And so, as they stood there on the sand, 25794|With arms entwining her, saying "Proud!" 25794|He took her from the man, the maid 25794|From her lover: never words of mine 25794|Could ever make the truth clearer. 25794|But she loved him more for his love's delight 25794|Than for his songs, or love or fame. 25794|The sea rang with their words and song, 25794|And the sun gleamed upon the sea-sand; 25794|But the sea was not a woman's sea, 25794|The song her lover sang to her. 25794|The sea was not an island's sea: 25794|The song was not her lover's song; 25794|It was a woman's song he sang, 25794|And it gave her joy to hear it,-- 25794|And joy it did to hear him, 25794|And joy the song his songs had taught-- 25794|They made a life for the maiden, 25794|And she walked with her lover 25794|The paths of the sea-king down 25794|Where the bathers bathe dry and sweet, 25794|And where the sea-gulls bathe sweet; 25794|And when the sea-gulls bathe dry, 25794|A sea-gull hears her calling. 25794|She hears his song,--she hears the song, 25794|As old as song itself is; 25794|She hears him singing her the song 25794|As she heard her lover singing, 25794|Beneath the blue and tender sky 25794|And all the fragrant sea-foam. 25794|"Oh, say not 'Oh! what a lovely girl of beauty!'-- 25794|Her voice is sweet and sweet in tone as a lark's; 25794|Her eye's the glance of the God in the cloud, 25794|As the glance of the God in the dawning of morn 25794|"But say not 'Oh! what a lovely maid is she who sings, 25794|Who sits at her piano with her lover; 25794|The light of her smile,--the beauty of her face, 25794|As the light of the sun in a valley-cover 25794|"But say not 'Oh! what a lovely maid art thou,-- 25794|The light she glitters in and the gleam in her eyes-- 25794|The bloom of her lips,--the blush of her cheek, 25794|While the sunshine, while the sun-rays, though sweet, 25794|Are only the shadow of dreams in her eyes. 25794|"But say not 'Oh! what a lovely maid is she who sways, 25794|How tall and lithe she doth seem, before he stands, 25794|Before to bid her wings rise, and lead her away; ======================================== SAMPLE 14220 ======================================== 2130|Then, after the feast is over, 2130|And before the night dour descends, 2130|Beside the hearth the King will go, 2130|And there sup with his subjects brave, 2130|Among his retinue so good, 2130|And all that might from eye or ear, 2130|Whate'er their hearts may care, be there; 2130|They may not say, my lord, my friend, 2130|That they were false to you, or me. 2130|If I be true, let them take heed! 2130|Or if I lie, why then farewell. 2130|Than should I have replied to them 2130|In honest words, and then be gone, 2130|And leave a poor old beggar to wait 2130|Upon the shore with nothing done; 2130|To him they'll send him on his way, 2130|Far from his friends, to seek a grave, 2130|And in that country to have told 2130|His tale of woe, and I shall stand 2130|Your friend--and tell my heart to you." 2130|"What! will you go? what! shall I doubt it?" 2130|"If you make answer, I will die. 2130|Now see them leave off drinking so; 2130|Then tell me truly, friend, what's the use? 2130|For sure, 'twould give me pain and shame 2130|Just for the sake of one that's true! 2130|"Then speak your speech, my lord, like man; 2130|For love and friendship's sake repeat, 2130|As you in all occasions, say 2130|What made my heart your servant still 2130|At last, when all my hopes were ended, 2130|To lie in such a hopeless plight!" 2130|"To be my friend, to feel no ill, 2130|To want no pleasure but my own-- 2130|To know no rest, but in my mind, 2130|That is what I was made for--yes! 2130|For these are sweet, such sweet delight; 2130|And yet, my friend, they seem too rare; 2130|Yet how my heart would bleed to think 2130|There are not such pleasures on the earth 2130|I could enjoy, to-day, no, not even 2130|Here, at thy feet, my heart may fall 2130|Sick, and wish you no such friend again-- 2130|My Lord, the King can hear my pain, 2130|And he who cannot hear must bear it 2130|The more, for those beyond the sea 2130|Whose names and fame he dares not tell. 2130|But if I speak, he is to blame; 2130|I have been wrong, to rash, to cruel. 2130|That I am, for I have been good, 2130|I might have been more ready to believe, 2130|Or to pretend I was not." 2130|"'Tis true! 'tis true! O no, 'tis plain, 2130|I have my weakness to excuse; 2130|But you, good man, speak kindly--I, 2130|Who was a stranger, was a slave, 2130|Till you, with love of friendship taught 2130|All kindred forms, and the best ways 2130|By whom to be a patriot are." 2130|"Yes, friend, if you and I belee 2130|By this foot-step on the threshold run 2130|To be my friend, and then to choose 2130|A better I confess am he 2130|Who, like the man from whose black mouth 2130|The serpent drew the poison, loved 2130|The land that gave him death and fate. 2130|I, the man who took you on his arm, 2130|He gave you for his living friend 2130|For all good works and all good thought 2130|He counted that he did not care: 2130|And you shall share with me his joy." 2130|"Then let your good man's face be seen; 2130|But, if he must be friend to be 2130|As one who makes himself his friend, 2130|I do not care to be his, I, 2130|Thou art his friend, and he is mine. 2130|The King for ======================================== SAMPLE 14230 ======================================== 28591|O, my heart is all that I have 28591|Where'er I go. I look in thy face 28591|And find it always good and true; 28591|And that I give it to thee 28591|As the true, grateful thing 28591|It is not always sunny and bright 28591|And the rain can never fall. 28591|I love thee more the more I see thee, 28591|Because thy smile is always true. 28591|But, O, I fear, if thy health decay, 28591|That thou wilt wish it all away. 28591|Thy heart is only mine as long as I love thee; 28591|The sun sets all in scenes of wonder. 28591|I, with a longing as though I searched 28591|For the city of the sun, 28591|My spirit yearns, a stranger to the city, 28591|For the city and to the sun-- 28591|And the city is always beautiful 28591|With the beautiful sun. 28591|I, who am not what I may be, 28591|But what I am, alas! 28591|Bewildered by the beauty strong 28591|That illumines all the day, 28591|Have sought--and long have sought--my city, 28591|Sought to make it mine. 28591|But all I found was sorrowful 28591|And empty of delight; 28591|And though I sought it through the year, 28591|No sun appeared that day. 28591|It seemed an empty place 28591|Where I could never rest; 28591|There was no one to cheer me, 28591|No lover true, to bring me 28591|A welcome to my heart. 28591|There's a joy in a friend's embrace, 28591|That's richer than treasure; 28591|His true heart's light for years of evil 28591|Is brightest there. 28591|I am not where I would be; 28591|In the mazy city's smoke 28591|Let me rest alone 28591|At the feet of one my faith forsook 28591|Who has made the skies. 28591|Let me live in the shadow 28591|Of his image, who is so dear; 28591|There was no one to call me, 28591|Nor anyone to share 28591|With me his treasure, his deeps of love, 28591|My city of dreams. 28591|My brother, not too distant 28591|To be with me on my way, 28591|He, the wise, the watchful, 28591|Will give me daily in the grass 28591|Content and health. 28591|I hear--for I may see-- 28591|The busy world whirling round my head, 28591|And the joyous, bright, mysterious speech 28591|Of all the bright and watchful men of earth 28591|Whose work my heart's desire would bid me hear 28591|Cometh before me. 28591|I should not be afraid, 28591|Nor doubting, but within 28591|The circle of his presence lies 28591|The crown jewel, the highest station 28591|He can bestow. 28591|He is so near, so near, 28591|I love to see him smile 28591|With a grace so knowing and discreet-- 28591|Of patience, and understanding, 28591|Not cold and lifeless. 28591|One of those things, a friend's deep care, 28591|To whom the heart's blood still hath been warm, 28591|To whom the pulse of my own life was warm, 28591|To whom the soul of my life was young; 28591|The thought of that one friend's last hours 28591|I would not change for all of these things 28591|The gladness of my life. 28591|I am contented, contented-- 28591|I only wish the day 28591|I had one to like me as well, 28591|Whom I could call my own; 28591|For a one to talk with face to face, 28591|And one to sit still; 28591|And one to love, be loved, in secret, 28591|And one to make love sweet. 28591|One to bring to my mind every joy 28591|In every thing with its life renewed, 28591 ======================================== SAMPLE 14240 ======================================== 1365|And now this olden song 1365|Is all I've to say. 1365|"A simple maiden sat in a green cot, 1365|She listened to the singing wind, 1365|It seemed to whisper of her love 1365|And leave her free to do as she would please; 1365|Thus loving most the motion and the style 1365|Of birds that make their din 1365|As they in leafy green couch and sleep. 1365|"And as she listened to that whispering wind, 1365|The grass grew thick about her feet, 1365|The very shade on either hand betrayed 1365|A shadowy presence that she knew not of; 1365|She felt as if she had stepped 1365|Beyond the garden-wall 1365|Into a field of untrodden gold. 1365|"A voice broke forth in the stillness, 1365|It bore her now away, 1365|Across the meadow grass, 1365|Into a field of goldenrod; 1365|It said, "Come wander farther yet, 1365|And look for her in Heaven's wide ark, 1365|Where she is safe from prying eye; 1365|And I will give thee all the means 1365|To find the maid in Heaven's wide ark, 1365|Who longs thy love, but can not prove 1365|Her truth, nor can verify thine own. 1365|"For though she could with daring skill 1365|The moon-struck hawk pursue, 1365|She cannot follow up and seek, 1365|Without first first knowing what 'tis to fly. 1365|And yet the eagle's feathered crew 1365|Are bold in air, on land, and under water; 1365|Yet so far bolder far 1365|Than this simple maiden in her green cot!" 1365|But O! how many a maiden hears not 1365|Her duty, who should frame that voice divine, 1365|Who hears, and hearing, sees her Lord 1365|Far off; a dark and drear eclipse; 1365|Yet in her heart the shadow 1365|Crawls dimmer, to and fro, 1365|"A voice came from the grass-grown lane, 1365|It said, "Follow!" and a sudden pain 1365|Seized the devoted ear; for, lo! 1365|Across a mighty waste of reeds and grain, 1365|A mighty wall of reeds 1365|Ploughed up a mighty waste of reeds and grain. 1365|As she looked in the drear and drear night, 1365|The voice of that ominous wind, 1365|As still as the moonlit sky 1365|The night wind cried, "Leave all hope but prayer! 1365|Revenge is on thee, the avenger come 1365|With a red sword in his hand; 1365|And, lo! the maid that thou seekest in Heaven, 1365|With a sudden fear of sudden death, 1365|Dread vision, stalks before thy face!" 1365|And lo! a sudden fear 1365|Like lightning flashes o'er her soul, 1365|Like sudden thunder breaking through, 1365|Like sudden lightnings flashing through the land. 1365|She turns away, yet shuddering, 1365|She hears the rushing of the sea, 1365|She hears the cracking of her foes, 1365|Loud as the battle-cry of conquered kings. 1365|And when the midnight bell, 1365|The midnight messenger of fear, 1365|Calls back the ghostly train 1365|Of warriors, still she lingers here, 1365|Till the loud trumpet, sounding still, 1365|Tells the glad world to awake, 1365|Tells earth to hear the battle-cry again. 1365|It says, "Come forth to the battle: 1365|Fight till the morrow's morn!" 1365|And what it shall be I know not, 1365|Yet it will surely be the love 1365|That in this world of woe 1365|Is born to take men's hearts away, 1365|Saves them from sin and sorrow. 1365|It says, "Drink from the cup of wine! 1365|Lift up the salt from the bowl!" 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 14250 ======================================== 841|A woman, who looked up at him, and gave him a look. 841|"Yes, I'm sure you have something to ponder on. 841|"And then you will not know where you are going. 841|"You, who have been so foolish in the world, 841|"A fool? Why, it makes an awful difference. 841|"I saw what I should have never seen. 841|"This is the wrong time of day to give orders. 841|"I know of no country where it isn't possible. 841|"Here is the road: you will find it easy there. 841|"If you have an idea that's really worth the knowing, 841|"You can see what you are like when you are old, 841|"Then--I'll see you again, and say good-bye. 841|"You see that girl? Oh, I'm sure I'm sorry that I spoke. 841|"I think it is really quite a trifle funny, 841|"That you are so foolish, and have been so foolish. 841|"When the door opens and the wind blows over you, 841|"As I said to the girl who has been such a flutterer, 841|"Go, and make yourself as plain as a shoe-bone." 841|The way for a man in his situation, 841|You would do the same as you do now. 841|You would give a little thing to find a way through, 841|And go for the girl, and see if she knew. 841|I've had a taste of that foolishness lately. 841|It will do: it is quite easy to explain. 841|The door was still wide open, and they kept expecting. 841|What do you think they really wanted? 841|The only thing that can take the pressure off you. 841|You are only a little thing; 841|You can do little things, 841|With a little knowledge and little courage. 841|You'll be a policeman 841|When the time is over or you're gone. 841|You'll be a minister, 841|And you'll be very, very fat. 841|You'll wear a hat that's over it. 841|As you put it on, 841|Don't think of the people under it. 841|Your father's an idiot, 841|He has never been able to help you. 841|I don't care if you grow a little dumber. 841|You'll never stop dreaming and sitting with me. 841|I'll give you a chance, 841|When you grow up. 841|You can have the time of your life, 841|With me, my mother, when the time is coming. 841|It isn't for any of us to be patient. 841|They're going to have to pay for it. 841|There was something about that little man 841|That made the young one, 841|Her sister, rather uneasy. 841|You'll have to teach him, quite. 841|If I can help it, so much the better. 841|It isn't to be made a giant, 841|A giant like the big devils. 841|I'll just keep quiet 841|And sit tight in the corner, 841|A little silent, 841|Watching the sun for a sign, 841|A sign to tell everybody. 841|Then they will all start to laugh, 841|To see a little girl crying. 841|I'll only keep watch in the garden. 841|It isn't to send to the devil. 841|I'm just a little woman, 841|Not much for fuss or fussing, 841|Not much for fighting, fighting, fighting 841|And praying and praying for a miracle. 841|It isn't to have a great dream, 841|For all the world to see, 841|To see me like a little angel standing beside my friend in the garden. 841|If you asked me to keep a great dream, 841|I'd not be very pleased. 841|I would only say, 841|I'm much more suited for a dream like this. 841|This is the kind they love in the States ======================================== SAMPLE 14260 ======================================== 24269|The youth, and those his friends that were his guides, 24269|And this his own, whom Pallas with her hand 24269|Hath made divine; but him I left, and leave 24269|A man forlorn, by Nature's cruel will 24269|A man in manner mean, who in the town 24269|And in the field his former strength and power, 24269|And in the field, which to the land he held, 24269|Had lost, far from his friends and native home. 24269|All this I knew; but that the Goddess still 24269|Supports him, now to me his mother gave 24269|Some words of comfort, lest with her he died. 24269|She ended on her car, the earth enwrapt 24269|By Pallas, to which she, Pallas' sister, flew. 24269|Then, when he view'd his brethren, and the house 24269|Whereon he sate, he with his brothers' help 24269|Departing, to the palace flew; for he 24269|In all things else pleased her, and he saw 24269|With eyes that knew not tears; himself he pleased 24269|Mightier, seeing his own brethren and his wife 24269|Alike enjoy the blissful realms. When he now 24269|Gave vent to inward misery, not long 24269|Received the blissful tidings to his house 24269|Of his return, but soon as Eumæus heard, 24269|In form conceiving, from his mother's tongue 24269|The tidings chanced by his own report, 24269|That once again he had arrived at home 24269|After long absence, to his ancient home. 24269|At that sight sorrow seized his heart; yet even 24269|Those words Eumæus heard not, but himself 24269|Reined his steps, and, while Eumæus gazed, 24269|Thus spake the son of Saturn to the son 24269|Of Pallas: "I have given thee counsel sure; 24269|Come now with me; thou shalt enjoy the bliss 24269|Which thou hast justly heredes to have gain'd. 24269|Thou hast a noble mother and a brave 24269|Sons; thy children shall be wise, and each 24269|The other's, ere aught exceed their year. 24269|But do not these by me, Eumæus, think 24269|Haply unjust and vain by thy return, 24269|If I, in seeing thee expect thee home, 24269|And hear of thee again. Thou art my son, 24269|And my eldest son, whom I had begotten, 24269|And I gave him strength from my own womb. 24269|Thy sons are valiant, but, if such thy lot, 24269|Of wisdom and of prudence no end 24269|The stranger to the Greeks may take, nor yet 24269|Of riches in the richest city dwells. 24269|Him neither blame nor blameless shall I then 24269|Thy father, I, or son, who gave thee birth, 24269|Nor shall the people in the land deride 24269|Thy noble virtues, for thy acts have wrought 24269|Many a woe to many a people, when thy sons 24269|Follow'd the Achaians. Thou shalt not lose 24269|Thy father's love, nor thy sons, but I rejoice 24269|Myselves, and this our house, though wretched poor, 24269|By having thee return'd to our own land. 24269|But even yet I fear thee, who, when thou didst bring 24269|Me to the fleet, didst fear not to discern 24269|My son yet absent, not afar, in some 24269|Foreign country, but here at home, thyself, 24269|And thy return to the Achaian States. 24269|So will I seek him; but, in thy advice, 24269|Beside thy chambers make thy couch, for thou 24269|O'erlook'st the host, the land, and my desire 24269|Of me, my sire. But, whatsoever be 24269|Best for thee, as I think, shall be thy task, 24269|For thy old age hath been a sorrowing one. 24269|But tell me, sister; may it please thee to 24269| ======================================== SAMPLE 14270 ======================================== 615|This to the lady gave: with one accord 615|They gave their hands, and each was bent therein: 615|So is the wont of mothers to bestow 615|One love upon another, or on none; 615|And, for the common cause, so often yield 615|The fond desire of mutual reverence. 615|"I had not turned me from the damsel pale 615|Who at her husband, 'dear,' began to say, 615|Who with his arms her face with kisses prest. 615|She, when she heard me, cried with eyes upcurled: 615|O! for Love's gracious sake, my mother dear, 615|Turn me away, nor urge my way with kiss; 615|Lest, enamoured, I too lightly pass the goal, 615|And leave my love behind me in the wild. 615|" `I fear, dear love, he will the golden fleece 615|To France, and he will take the paladin, 615|Aye shall the maidens strive with thee and scorn, 615|For this thy favour: for it's not my boast, 615|That I am gentle, or that I am kind; 615|But in thy love be of my love a light, 615|Light, that his other love, which I commend, 615|Dare not approach, but be its proper guide. 615|" `I trust you now will kindly abide 615|Your darling maid with me, while I in rest 615|In this your arms, shall from his journey hie; 615|And, seeing so his love unfailed believe, 615|Will do what my affection will command.' 615|"Away they parted with that promise paid 615|To one and all; the rest the royal maid, 615|For her and she, a holiday prepared, 615|To France in fair and pleasant weather speed. 615|And, having here her lord, to heaven she bears 615|Her lord, and to her sovereign's altar clings. 615|In all her heart, the fair and beauteous dame, 615|Whom the fair angel bore about the sky, 615|Was fondly with desire of love possessed; 615|And in Argonia found a haven dear. 615|"To a good and a worthy shepherd's charge 615|She flew a little time, where, in a cave 615|Of rock, the little flock was fed and fed; 615|And how of food, and kindly cares, by night 615|She on a hill did wait with gentle care; 615|About the church, and in a cave amid 615|The caves, was her bed and mat, and slept. 615|She, on her couch, to love, but ill forbore 615|To clasp with careless fondness that best elf, 615|Who to her were a happy lover, came. 615|"I know not if I wish or need have known 615|Those kindnesses more manifestly shown; 615|That such devoted care and meek fear 615|She for her lord's and her good mother's sake, 615|And him with many other cares her fed, 615|Did strive from hour to hour for ever show. 615|So that I, who was the first behind 615|Her, am now first-born at the palace-top. 615|"To all my chaste design a witness borne, 615|That I, who could not choose but love, did spy; 615|And he, who loved, had, since its time begun 615|That he and all its goodness might be hers. 615|"But I, who first had lusted for those joys, 615|And now, in every place, is evermore, 615|Hear, while the maidens' kisses upon me fall, 615|The infant's cry, that from her face so near 615|Is made, I can no longer from that stay. 615|"If I was not of such mighty power to draw 615|All love the world before, I should have told 615|The wish, that made me evermore adore 615|My wedded master, but that wish had been 615|As vain as mine, which now to love is given. 615|"A thousand thoughts to this my purpose move; 615|But I from sorrow would not for this say, 615|While love was not neglected or forgot, 615|That I, who could not for one thought complain, 615|With joy could take with such a partner round. 615|"That with my husband I was found ======================================== SAMPLE 14280 ======================================== 24869|Forth in all directions, eager to be near, 24869|A thousand foes, and many a princely lord, 24869|Rained down upon him like a shower of rain. 24869|Canto LXIV. Sítá’s Wrath. 24869|He heard the roar of throats and rang of arms, 24869|And the wild din of battle heard again, 24869|With all the wonder of that war to pass, 24869|The might of Raghu’s son he could not brook, 24869|And Sítá, in her scorn, his wrath repressed. 24869|He wept and wondered at her scornful glance, 24869|And, in his soul the tyrant stirred anew: 24869|“O, that my son were Ráma, I, 24869|Like him of giant strength, a God, a King!” 24869|Then with a cry the demon’s face he stained, 24869|And forth his arms and bosom he extended. 24869|And bending low, at Ráma’s side he bent, 24869|And there he stood with visored robe outspread 24869|Amid his foes, and seized the battle’s prize, 24869|And loud acclaim that glorious spoil he reaped. 24869|When Vánar feet that reached his steps had bent 24869|To that fierce son of Raghu that he found, 24869|He cried aloud with furious hand to speed 24869|The lion-godlike Ráma to the wood. 24869|Then swift and furious as a bolt of fire 24869|O’er the dark forest flew the bird of air, 24869|And with a scream and rush of fearless feet, 24869|Pierced the long lines of warriors, who, dismayed, 24869|Cowed and amazed, could not believe. 24869|The king so angry at the sight he eyed, 24869|And to his friend thus spake him amain: 24869|“Who art thou, bold and bright as lightning gleaming 24869|O’er earth’s wide zone on Daṇḍak wood?” 24869|To whom, in answer sweet, young Ráma cried: 24869|“From the dark forest thou and I have chased 24869|A bird whose fame through earth is borne, 24869|And by that fame thy Ráma hast been led 24869|By my own voice to this woodland hide. 24869|Him, Sire, whose name is Vibhishaṇ! say 24869|What race it is, O Rákshas monarch, thou see.” 24869|He ceased: and Rávaṇ, fierce, in earnest sought 24869|To gain the boon most high he craved: 24869|“I know thee well,” thus Rávaṇ made reply, 24869|“Know thee and all that dwell on Daṇḍak crest.” 24869|Then Ráma, with a furious smile, that day, 24869|Turned to the monster with a fiery look, 24869|And thus his answer from the monster made: 24869|“Why dost thou mock when mine equal claims? 24869|I am the creature whom thou seekst: thou seest 24869|The strength and might of Raghu’s race.” 24869|To him the monster in contempt returned: 24869|“Hast seen,” he cried, “no Rákshas, King?” 24869|To which the monarch with a face that glowed: 24869|“No monster, Prince, but a monster true. 24869|Huge, huge and dreadful, he who, unafraid, 24869|Sends all his foes to destruction there.” 24869|Then Ráma, as the monster had demanded, 24869|“I see thee, Rákshas, monster, true.” 24869|He told his name, his race, his mother, and 24869|His mother’s race; but, when the creature heard, 24869|With fury lit the skies with flaming eyes, 24869|The giant’s words were all his grief confessed. 24869|He raised a voice that made the mighty roar, 24869|He raised his eye that showed the ======================================== SAMPLE 14290 ======================================== 1003|That is, that is the power of God is said to have 1003|Who is not able to be the cause of all; whence it 1003|Is that four quarters, which so much encircles him, 1003|Do not tend to him in any part, because 1003|Of eternity. And hence the heavens, which thou seest 1003|Rise upward from the earth, are rent in three, 1003|As thou hast seen with thy ray the two Oceans 1003|Rising upward from the baseness of the sea." 1003|Such as he is who, in hearing or in sight, 1003|Sees that from whom, down to lowest Hell, they pour 1003|Fantine or Zephyren, "The which is the 1003|Nimbus which the Thunderer gives to no plant 1003|Sedent or gnom, but which is found in earth, 1003|And downward which the others which he rends," 1003|Here ends the Poet; and the holy Father smiled. 1003|"And if perchance I make in seeming vain 1003|The conception which I wish to make with thee," 1003|He began, "O son, belov'd accessory 1003|Not of this daemons, but those I open found, 1003|But of their number few I move and sway. 1003|The universal frame of all the elements 1003|I am the first; and downward of itself; 1003|Its various nature is such, and dost thou mark? 1003|Doth not the volume where all is ended thus 1003|Give token that it concerns thee little?" 1003|And I to him: "The faculty which brings me 1003|To the root of the resurrection I, 1003|Am mandatory soul, which, when my language 1003|Of the first longing I made known to thee, 1003|By will and power is risen to this office." 1003|And now it was that we descended to the 1003|Next day to touch upon the knotty rock; 1003|And through the side a passage led into the cave, 1003|Which hardens into crag upon the inhospitable crag. 1003|After the sloping back it stood composed 1003|Right in the front of that abode, all stone smooth, 1003|Save that here and there some colour might be seen, 1003|Where through a wreath some tiny verdure ran. 1003|Upon the margin already I was seated, 1003|And was where for myself the water was, 1003|Thinking the better path would open out. 1003|My God, how beautiful thou wast in Adam! 1003|How nobly lovely in me He of women 1003|The first-made Father smiled upon! 1003|My arms about thee, with so much tenderness 1003|Thou mov'dst, even as a mother might, thine eyes 1003|Frame to be watchmen o'er the house of God. 1003|And firmly to my front upon the back 1003|Of the great circle didst lead me, you know, 1003|As to the East, and didst speak to me of him 1003|Who made the world, and controlled the vast whole. 1003|Then downward all serene, with not one sigh, 1003|Fearing that I might have heard of Beatrice, 1003|Thou led'st me through the dismal chambers, chambers 1003|Made for the impious, and for the barren. 1003|There on the filthy threshold, where was never 1003|An entrance by which these could be seen, 1003|No sinners e'er were seen there alive. 1003|I saw the women, by the lids drawn backward, 1003|Make strip and wash their nakedness, so that cold 1003|And thirst had left them, and could not be abstain'd. 1003|I saw the youth, with locks disperfl'd and brown, 1003|Lay down opposite, and make his oar long; 1003|And he, who never from me had withdrawn, 1003|Sleeping within the circle, near me beheld, 1003|His back to the nave, and to the nymph female 1003|Received, as they lay on the floor in pairs. 1003|My Laird, who now returns from Jove's pursuit 1003|Through the ======================================== SAMPLE 14300 ======================================== 1246|The sun sinks low, the sun sinks low, 1246|The sun sinks low, 1246|And all the blue hills are in the night, 1246|And all the blue hills are in the night, 1246|The sun sinks low, 1246|The sun sinks low, 1246|The blue hills are in the night, 1246|And all the blue hills are in the night, 1246|The morning comes on, 1246|On, on to the blue hills' shore, my sweet, 1246|To the blue hills' shore, 1246|With hands and eyes as calm as they, 1246|With feet as light as they, 1246|All round the blue hills' shore my sweet, 1246|All round the blue hills' shore, 1246|The wind's sweet voice is crying, 1246|The wind's sweet voice is crying, 1246|The wind's sweet voice is crying, 1246|The wind's sweet voice is crying, 1246|The sun looks down upon the plain, my sweet, 1246|The sun looks down upon the plain, 1246|It has come down to eat bread with us here, my sweet, 1246|It has come down to eat bread with us here, 1246|But I will not go to-night to the light of the moon, 1246|To the sun and the trees, because the moons will grow 1246|More yellow, more luminous, and yet more small, 1246|And grow no larger, no live longer, no more. 1246|I will wait here, 1246|Waiting, waiting, waiting, 1246|All through the night for you, my sweet, 1246|For a moment the stars are shining, 1246|For a moment and a while, my sweet, 1246|For a moment the wind is blowing, 1246|But never again for ever, no more, 1246|Till the day of Judgment, my sweet, my sweet, 1246|Till the day of Judgement! 1246|I will wait here, 1246|Waiting, waiting, waiting, 1246|Till I hear the bells of every town 1246|Knock in the dark, knock knock for me, 1246|Till I am gone into the Night with you, my sweet, 1246|Till I am past my pleasure, my sweet, 1246|Till I have been waiting, my sweet, 1246|I will wait here, my sweet, 1246|Till the morning shall come again, my sweet, 1246|Till the morning hath come again, 1246|And I see the red windows of all towns, my sweet, 1246|Till the morning hath come again, 1246|I will go into the Night like an eagle, 1246|Into the night for you, my sweet, 1246|Till I hear the black voices of the trees, 1246|Till I see the eyes of the trees, my sweet, 1246|Till I see the eyes of trees, 1246|I will return into the Night. 1246|We shall kiss each other in the dark, 1246|We shall kiss and part with time. 1246|Time will show through the branches overhead, 1246|Through the wet leaves, the wind, the rain, 1246|The moon, the stars, the moonlight, the spray, 1246|And we shall die, and die, and die, 1246|In the arms of death, with Death. 1246|The night winds blew far and wide, 1246|They blew far and wide, 1246|That I heard the sea beat low 1246|On the shore of the sea. 1246|They beat as far as the eye could see 1246|And beat as fast as my brain. 1246|"I will go down on the beach," cries I, 1246|Down on the waves I jump, 1246|And swim to the shore in a dark lane 1246|As fast as my legs can go. 1246|I see a house, I smell a smell 1246|Of bread and of wine, 1246|And a lamp above a bed of clay 1246|That glimmers and glints. 1246|But what is the house like, my love, 1246|Out in the dark sea, 1246|Where the ships sail safe on the flood? 1246|You said ======================================== SAMPLE 14310 ======================================== I have a heart that is glad for thee; 3473|A voice I love like thine, 3473|And my lips are like a harp 3473|To give thee songs of love, 3473|From the mountain-heights above me; 3473|From the sacred heights upon my breast. 3473|The sacred heights beneath; 3473|But there is rest for me-- 3473|For thy heart--and for thy words. 3473|O, thou, my soul and body--O God, 3473|How long shall I hold thee from that height? 3473|The song is ended, and the morn 3473|Gives signal of her way! 3473|And who hast heard it? 3473|Alas! how many have the days 3473|Since thou didst lay thy finger on mine! 3473|O man! my flesh--my soul--my heart am I! 3473|If ever a voice so true 3473|Seem'd to my soul a brother-heart in Heaven! 3473|How long, with all my heart's efforts, did I strive 3473|To sound this melody-- 3473|How long? Who knows? I only know 3473|My soul is glad and free, 3473|And gladly would it sound again, 3473|My life a tuneful strain. 3473|The tuneful strain! I was a fool, 3473|As well, for, when it came, 3473|A truant from the Church of Rome 3473|Had taught the chord the world should hear. 3473|In vain, through the city's stir, 3473|I strove to find the song, 3473|Or speak it with the human eye, 3473|Or call it by the ear. 3473|A voice so holy, so clear, 3473|So soft, so mellow, pure, 3473|Had held me listening there,--I scarce 3473|Had the good will to smile. 3473|The angel's word was spoken, 3473|My soul was pierced with pain, 3473|My eyes were blinded--there, I cried-- 3473|I fell in death, and cried. 3473|I cried--"I died, I cried,-- 3473|And there, I know no more-- 3473|And well the deed was well begun-- 3473|But what should I have done?" 3473|"Ah! what shall I do now? 3473|My soul has been entombed, 3473|My mind and my body 3473|Have met below this morn. 3473|My soul is open to the air-- 3473|And I can see before me 3473|My own bright home! I am at rest! 3473|The world is bright; the world is bright, 3473|The sky is clear as glass-- 3473|There was no night in my lifetime-- 3473|Alas! I was once wise!" 3473|"Ah! well to rise in strength, 3473|The heart that felt once before! 3473|This day the world is all so new, 3473|I have not time to say 3473|One good thing of it--I only 3473|Can take this moment to pray. 3473|My Father! let me not say 3473|One bad thing to befall. 3473|Let me not say that which I know-- 3473|I only need to know. 3473|Let me not dream that there is 3473|An evil still in me. 3473|I only need to dream there is-- 3473|Not all on earth that smiles. 3473|If I have dreamed right, I pray 3473|For you above that grave. 3473|"I would not think, I would not feel, 3473|If I but once should say. 3473|God's love is in my heart,--for 3473|That is the angel's own. 3473|Oh, how much of heart I'd choose, 3473|A lover, over land, 3473|To touch the hand that lifted me 3473|To places beyond the stars! 3473|To live the lives it was meet, 3473|Where I may see once more 3473|My love's long lost father-in-law 3473|Grow old beside the sea." 3473|"Not to my children, that say ======================================== SAMPLE 14320 ======================================== 14757|The westering sun shines through the mist. 14757|The wind has died down and now is gone, 14757|But why do I not see him? 14757|And if I could I'd go and see 14757|My lad, the hills are in the sky, 14757|They're shining red and yellow. 14757|And here in the valley at the back 14757|Of the big wood I love to lie, 14757|As it used to lean and be so still 14757|With the great trees overhead. 14757|It was very long ago, 14757|In the days when little Tommy shot the gun, 14757|A lad that would have made Willie smile, 14757|This Sam, so brown and healthy. 14757|Two eyes were dimpled cheek by jaundiced cheek; 14757|A nose was like a beryl, and a mouth 14757|Was rough and pithless as a ruby. 14757|Tommy went to school and always knew 14757|His dad was just a labourer; 14757|But sometimes Tommy, having run away, 14757|Would wonder what his job entailed; 14757|And then the sun would smile and say: 14757|"Dear lad, if it hadn't got away, 14757|Your face would be a sunbeam now; 14757|You'd never think of being naughty." 14757|Poor Tommy, on his father's wage 14757|Forgot all sorrow; and his mother sang 14757|A little, pretty song: 14757|"Oh, tell her she isn't all to blame 14757|For that young sunbeam she has had." 14757|Poor Tommy, on his father's wage 14757|Did not remember that his dad was rich; 14757|He never thought about his father's wife. 14757|Poor Tommy, on his father's wage, 14757|Didn't know his father's name was Jimmy; 14757|Poor Tommy, on his father's wage, 14757|Seemed like a kid she had taught. 14757|And now the woman is a widow, 14757|Or Johnny's wife is Jim; 14757|And Tommy lives in a care centre 14757|Not very far away. 14757|And if my boy had been spared at least 14757|To go to school, I fear we'd see him then, 14757|With a red sunbeam in his hair, 14757|And the hills of brown and gold, 14757|All white on the window-sill. 14757|And Johnny, when he's six or so, 14757|Will make the most of life that's now moulded clay, 14757|He'll run a race against time; 14757|And play a part among the dead, 14757|And hold out hands to all that pass; 14757|And he'll be a boy like his father-- 14757|The little boy who made him smile. 14757|I saw him one morning, in a field of sun, 14757|His arms outflung to the gale, and eyes on me; 14757|I knew his heart was the one, deep-filled with love,-- 14757|My heart, of his was the one, I fain would say. 14757|"I am his wife." But it's not so, you see, 14757|To-day the couple, I think, gets married. 14757|When the days of my youth come round, and I reach 14757|The end of summer in the country, where we play 14757|Upon the hills there, or on the river side, 14757|And then some lad with the great acres calls me, 14757|I shall take him to my seat in the sun 14757|Upon my farm; I shall sit there in the shade. 14757|My darling, when we sit such on the hill 14757|As I sat with him, with lips to his lips, 14757|"You will come back?" said my heart; they laughed, he said, 14757|"I will visit him in Britain now." "How do you mean?" 14757|I asked. "Come back?" "I must!" "You will not?" said he. 14757|And so we said farewell. And we shall die. 14757|I heard a little voice cry in the wind, 14757|"A storm is coming." 14757|My mother said, "What storm? What thing ======================================== SAMPLE 14330 ======================================== 35996|"That's a pleasant thought! Well, what matter?" 35996|He answered; and he went up the hill. 35996|"The moon is in my face! She has it out! 35996|I must escape--I don't know what--and so 35996|I must come back. How could I not go back?" 35996|The night went by. The moon was low, 35996|Just as the clouds went north. He stood still. 35996|The moon was high--an awful lot! 35996|The wind was east, but it went against 35996|His face, and chilled his hand. At last, 35996|A gust came from the west--that shook his head-- 35996|But it was all a mistake--the blow 35996|Was coming from the south--the land! the land! 35996|He stood like an astonisht thing--he'd fumbled 35996|His hands and was frightened stiff of it. 35996|"Now, how I'm going to get there," he thought, 35996|"Is I'so gone up there by moonlight--by moonlight?" 35996|He tried to breathe and tried to think. 35996|"What could be done? what was to be done? 35996|By moonlight--by moonlight?" answered she. 35996|"Then what can I do?--what am I going to do?" 35996|"What did you do?--what could I do for you?" 35996|And then he fell down on his face and cried. 35996|And then the moonlight fell upon her face; 35996|She drew her thin hand from his, which was all wet 35996|With tears--like her, that day in the long wind-- 35996|And clasped her close; and kissed her, and thought it well, 35996|And thought it very well it was best so, 35996|To see him come safely home. 35996|There was a wind, 35996|That blew against the window frame 35996|All night long, he thought; and I am certain 35996|It blew against my window frame. 35996|I know it did. The wind is upon us 35996|With all it could. We are all beneath us-- 35996|And the wind is up above us. 35996|I was a hunter of the mountains, 35996|Who had a great white bear-- 35996|A wild bear, with a great white coat, 35996|That I hunted over all those mountains 35996|And down those hills at night, 35996|And ever after I hunted that coat 35996|With the pride of my heart. 35996|And I hunted through the woodlands, 35996|And I hunted over every land 35996|That ever the wind could blow, 35996|And the sun would rise and the day set, 35996|And I would never, never leave 35996|That coat of my childhood! 35996|The wind is in the woodlands, 35996|And the wind is on us, and the wind blows up, 35996|And the long, long cloud sweeps past us; 35996|And the wind is at your house now; 35996|And there it goes and sweeps again: 35996|There's not a breath to be breathed or said-- 35996|Oh wind of heaven and wind of hell! 35996|The wind is in the house; 35996|And the wind is going wild! 35996|No, no, not in the house! 35996|The wind has blown away the window-pane, 35996|And blown into the hall. 35996|I have been to the top of this hillside, 35996|To the house of the fair maid; 35996|There, in their chambers all in the sunlight, 35996|Lay the maidens so white and fair. 35996|I have been to their chamber so quietly, 35996|To the chamber of their child. 35996|And never a whisper had I heard till then-- 35996|The breeze of the night--the wind that I was looking at:-- 35996|It was only when I put out the light 35996|And followed by step an footsteps pale, 35996|That I heard the maidens and child. 35996|He was pale and gaunt, and his face was thin; 35996|And he was sitting on a stone; ======================================== SAMPLE 14340 ======================================== 17270|&c. 17270|Forsooth no woman in my house, nor yet a man 17270|Ie never euer found in my house: I shall haue 17270|No childe, for to be mother to a young birdie: 17270|It is to be my neere's child. 17270|I think men will haue reason to blame at heart 17270|If it be little or late for their pleasance, 17270|For there is nonee thing to moche delight in 17270|In womankinde 17270|When as a boy without my help. 17270|I did saide that to the great of this world 17270|It is no godesome, but it doth moche bene: 17270|How can ye think men of their soules deceav'd, 17270|When as I made them ere I could speak 17270|Of the true soules of women? 17270|I do declare, that when I did come to this world, 17270|To take a sonne of my flesh and blood, I made him 17270|Of the great stones which we call the earth. 17270|What then woldest thou, that I should beleeve 17270|Thy soule, if I saide it? 17270|The soule is a thing of worthie estate, 17270|And cannot well be done aboue its selfe. 17270|And euer since it hath beene of such valour, 17270|It is no moche bene, but it doth grievous aboue 17270|It is my lawes, that to my soule I wyll 17270|That it cometh neare before me. 17270|But I no sooner begun t' saie this, 17270|Than they saide, O ye man of great degree, 17270|We will avenge us on the worlde ere long 17270|By reason of this our confession, 17270|We doo it with great sorrowe, 17270|Till though we a king doo keepe, 17270|Yet shall one day have the highe way. 17270|So sheast I away in a trough boat, 17270|She was the moste sweete wife that ever was seen 17270|Nor was my money more then six score pounde 17270|This sheaped in pounde 17270|And I am here to go with a trough boat: 17270|I am soe lorne, 17270|And thus saide before her. 17270|Say now, ye wytches, do ye begin 17270|To come this way? 17270|Nay, the more I am hot I shall not long 17270|For this cold yelin. 17270|Say, doo you doo come this way? 17270|In the name of the blest mother of babes, 17270|In the name of my God, I beg you come! 17270|But I ame suree ye neede not try 17270|To lyt you to this day, 17270|Ye shall not do as I have here t' doo; 17270|For I will you shew you right 17270|In all these twayne I did you dight. 17270|And what shall I do, I pray? 17270|I will not tary, 17270|But ye shall have a manger for to holde 17270|Of milk white, clean, and set, 17270|That ye may never be 17270|Left in a cold house in the mornynge 17270|To dote on a cold day. 17270|Al of you that by my heed had none, 17270|They rought this for me 17270|As I haue charge of their dayes 17270|I shall for them all mony. 17270|For I shall make them lye in syns 17270|With my gold and mony kyngers 17270|They shall doo not none of them no fere 17270|To fynde them to a hot churche, 17270|But to dauns I shall them keepe 17270|And keep, and mak them theyr dayes 17270|By my grace and by my mary 17270|As dayes I shall dauns in on them doo 17270|For mony mony of mony mon ======================================== SAMPLE 14350 ======================================== 24363|And then the last line: 24363|"She is gone from me,-- 24363|But I love her so, 24363|I never will forget!" 24363|If there were ever a need to forget, 24363|If there were ever a need to lose 24363|The memory and the image of dear 24363|And beloved and wonderful things,-- 24363|My girl would be the first to go; 24363|She would walk the roads of earth with me, 24363|Languishing with child and mother's love, 24363|As women used to do. 24363|For there are men who cannot brook delay, 24363|But drive the car and leave the bell to toll 24363|In spite of heaven and the times that are. 24363|So, when the hour is come, 24363|And we, poor sinners, must lift hands above our hearts, 24363|The spirit shall be heard, and blessed. 24363|I think I hear a song. 24363|A song that once was sweet; 24363|A song that broke the chain 24363|Of her white, chained hands. 24363|My sweet, young woman-girl, 24363|My lady of the maids, 24363|What have we now 24363|But chains and you? 24363|Ah, the sound of water! 24363|It was a song that died, 24363|That broke and faded, 24363|Never to come again 24363|Though once I loved it well, 24363|Long ago. 24363|Oh, if thou ever didst hear it, 24363|Oh, if thou didst hear it 24363|Trod on the shore, 24363|Poured out upon the shore, 24363|Rain upon the sea. 24363|It was a song of joy, 24363|A song of joy. 24363|The songs we sing are little, 24363|When we were young; 24363|But when we grow old and dry, 24363|We'll change our rhymes and sing 24363|Thousand times more strong 24363|The songs we sing are great, 24363|The songs we sing are fleet, 24363|The songs we sing forever. 24363|They were a little birds 24363|The night they were born: 24363|They will be evermore 24363|A little, flying things: 24363|They will fly about 24363|The heavens at our will, 24363|They will fly about the sky 24363|On fearless wings: 24363|Nevermore to flee-- 24363|They will come to us 24363|And live with us still. 24363|I will not let that little bird 24363|Go free with the sun 24363|Till it dies, in the dust, 24363|A little living death. 24363|To-night I know not if 24363|The little maid I met, 24363|Was alive or dead; 24363|I only know she brought 24363|The last sweet thing, 24363|And held me in her arms: 24363|The last sweet thing I knew. 24363|And, like a little star, 24363|The last sweet thing, 24363|All through the darkness she shone, 24363|The last sweet thing, 24363|Till all that God hath made 24363|Was dim before: 24363|The last sweet thing, 24363|And set the sun in sight,-- 24363|"My love," she softly cried, 24363|"I am his now!" 24363|For all, 24363|Oh, all were ours as ours are hers 24363|Who love our lives. 24363|I will not let that little bird, 24363|Like God, 24363|Fly to a cage, and keep 24363|Its wings within the dark, 24363|Till it dies. 24363|The world makes music every verse 24363|That I remember, 24363|It was so long ago, 24363|And still the same; 24363|My boyish face was the only one 24363|So tenderly, 24363|The stars knew no secret 24363|Our love could see. 24363|I will not let that little bird 24363|In the night go forth, 24363|And be a little star, ======================================== SAMPLE 14360 ======================================== 18500|To the cottar that I lo'e so, 18500|And the dame of my true love. 18500|But what for e'en ane at court, 18500|Who, alas! can ne'er give grace; 18500|For, haply, by th' hindmost line, 18500|Some hapless gentleman is writ. 18500|But when I come to do my duty, 18500|A blithbrag is sure to fail, 18500|And I may write an idle romance, 18500|A shirk'd invention is shorn; 18500|And I shall find that o'er my head, 18500|An eye-salve will answer to cure me, 18500|For I am foully wounded; 18500|And I shall say or e'en now and then, 18500|Tho' it should be a heavy price, 18500|There's nothing so dang those tapers brings, 18500|Save but one of those silver pokes, 18500|That like a true old friend, 18500|And a few fair, blushes, sweet roses, 18500|I'll proudly place before him. 18500|And when I go to battle and die, 18500|There shall it be, at least, on me, 18500|'Twas I that did my mistress deserve, 18500|And she that had a faithful man. 18500|And, oh! for her that lov'd a gentleman, 18500|An honest--true old friend, 18500|And a few fair, blushes, sweet roses, 18500|The love of John Dunmore. 18500|My mother said, "Auld Rob Morris weel may boast, 18500|His country's sword that hangs by his hind-legs; 18500|And if he should take revenge, at his rear, 18500|He will not lack a cravat for his donkeys to shred." 18500|"Cauld corporal's breath and puft mare's breath!" 18500|She said, "would you be mischief and a leader? 18500|O, would you be the spirit to drive care out!" 18500|The mind is the man, and O, be he sage, 18500|Who wisely think, but never act, 18500|Who wisely talk, but never say; 18500|When good advice meets fair statement, 18500|Wrath drives it from out its hiding. 18500|How often in a busy street, 18500|How often in my thoughts, behold! 18500|What mischiefs hap that must be feared! 18500|The devil is in all we do, 18500|Or art or love, or drink or fight. 18500|And, while I rue the follies past, 18500|And wail for lost delights well past, 18500|How often in my thoughts behold, 18500|What mischiefs hap that must be feared! 18500|The devil is in all we do, 18500|Or art or love, or drink or fight. 18500|"_Fie! il c'est bon ton ne veux vous._" 18500|Wee, modest, crimson-breasted doo, 18500|Thou's met me in an evil strait; 18500|A cruell tempter I've befriended, 18500|And ne'er hope to be amends: 18500|And neist my sorry exploits 18500|Can your unfeeling bosom cheer: 18500|Shall I whose life-blood I have spilt 18500|By deadly drink provoke, 18500|Whilst my poor head was clean abhorred, 18500|Whilst no one knew what wrong I meant, 18500|Shall I then boast a cruell friend, 18500|Who could counsel and succour such? 18500|Shall I thus fall in deplored, 18500|And haply so befall? 18500|The wretch whose folly brought her down 18500|To be a wrecker too! 18500|A wrecker, whither could she steer? 18500|A vagabond, whither fly? 18500|This was her fate, and this her fate alone, 18500|By a causer of disease; 18500|A causer caiphas, a railer caiphas, 18500|Tepapa o'ermist'ry! ======================================== SAMPLE 14370 ======================================== 5186|Lifts his magic shield from off his head; 5186|Swoops upon the ocean-billows, 5186|Splits in myriad platforms forest-covered, 5186|In the blue waves makes a harborage, 5186|In the depths a refuge from harm-harassers. 5186|Long it lay there under the billows 5186|Never rising up to meet him; 5186|Then the warriors from the Northland 5186|Pointed with spears their wishing oars, 5186|And the magic boat reels onward 5186|Through the turbid waters, rapid. 5186|Speed the boat in swiftness matchless, 5186|Through the turbid deeps it speeds not, 5186|Lifts its head above the water, 5186|Looks aloft to see God's people 5186|How the boat pursues its journey. 5186|Lakko, youthful, youthful artist, 5186|Does He find His path broken? 5186|Quick He turns His eyes upon It, 5186|Turns His face to Lapland's country; 5186|Plays upon the sandy margin, 5186|On the sand His magic vessel, 5186|And unharnessed the ocean-billows. 5186|From the sand-discs fly thither 5186|Ugly harp-strings of the sea-snakes, 5186|Bind the monster, Patewana, 5186|Hurl him from the water-bull's paw, 5186|From the whitened cetacean, 5186|From the billows of the mystic creature. 5186|Lapland's young magician, Kullerwoinen, 5186|Tears apart the magic vessel, 5186|Disjoins the harp-strings of the sea-snake, 5186|Binds the monster, Piru olafar, 5186|Lifts him to the sky-stairways, 5186|To the station above the ocean; 5186|Strikes him with his magic spear-shafts 5186|Till the sky is black with terror, 5186|Till the earth and sea-foam swallow 5186|Piru, the soothsayer, Lapland's youngest dame. 5186|When at last the hero has fallen, 5186|Lapland's young and evil singer, 5186|Falls exhausted from the battle-field, 5186|Shouting sadly to the sky: 5186|"Woe is me, a miserable hero, 5186|Woe is me, a wretched pirate! 5186|Have I slain my virgin-mother, 5186|Have I tortured my faithful dog, 5186|Stifled my true-love's true caresses, 5186|Stilled my hero-songs of love-love! 5186|Ho, the sky is dark and heavy, 5186|Water is flowing from the fen-lands, 5186|Water floods my weeping spirit, 5186|I have perished from the battle-fields, 5186|And my boat is wrecked upon the billows!" 5186|Thereupon the wretched magician 5186|Falls upon his knees in sorrow, 5186|In his veins the blood is flowing, 5186|And the words he spake remain unspoken: 5186|"Woe is me, a miserable hero, 5186|Woe is me, a wretched pirate! 5186|Has I slaughtered my faithful dog, 5186|Has I tormented my faithful dove, 5186|Stifled my hero-songs of love-love, 5186|Stilled my faithful spirit-bass!" 5186|Then again Piru, magic musician, 5186|Thus addresses Wainamoinen: 5186|"If thou shouldst return without resistance 5186|To thy home, thou wouldst be greatly sorry; 5186|Long would fail thy father's or thy mother's fields, 5186|Far more hated than the fires of battle! 5186|Thou shalt look around the once vacant villages, 5186|Thou shalt go to grief and shame-fulness, 5186|Answer not the question asked by thee, 5186|Shall not help thy suffering people!" 5186|Pa can't make this stuff out of thin air, 5186|Can't make lye of thune from magic strif; 5186|Ice isn't real nor melts on hill or plain, 5186| ======================================== SAMPLE 14380 ======================================== 1383|Of all the joys of men, most happy he, 1383|Who is no longer sadder by the tears he shed. 1383|Harmony in life to him is nought else gain; 1383|He sees not where sorrow brings distress, 1383|For his own self he bears no more desire. 1383|And so he sees her not, and so is glad, 1383|For his best joy is in himself to be, 1383|And never is he gladder, now his day 1383|Has ended; and his soul is at one last 1383|With the sweet feast, the goodly welcome meat, 1383|And the first light of the light which cleanses, 1383|With light ineffable, of dust for guest, 1383|The body made for Paradise. 1383|Of her fair forms and of her words, 1383|And of her gentle hand, 1383|I had a thought and it was not kind. 1383|She had been good enough to be 1383|An angel before the Lord: 1383|God had pardoned her and his mind 1383|Had forgotten of her need. 1383|And so she looked on him as a dream 1383|Of her long ago, 1383|And his eyes she felt as water meet 1383|And soft enough to quaff. 1383|And the Lord saw her and was glad, 1383|And her soul was rapt to find 1383|Her body free from mortal sin, 1383|And hers the place of dust. 1383|But the world's heart grew sad and low, 1383|And the poor spirit cried 1383|And thought with such a thrill that all 1383|Her body fell and lay: 1383|And on her spirit fell the light 1383|That clears a thing so drear. 1383|Her body that the dust had borne, 1383|Showed her spirit flesh, 1383|And in that thought her soul was filled 1383|As water with a drop of dew. 1383|It came from a land, I wot, 1383|Where the suns go down, 1383|For the spirits of men, grown gray, 1383|Are left on earth alone, 1383|And I wot that she has come and gone, 1383|The little sweet Lila Erin. 1383|She has gone as the first white star, 1383|To whom the air is given, 1383|And what is Death, what is Love, 1383|What is the meaning, what is Rest, 1383|And what the meaning of Death! 1383|When the world's heart grew sad and low, 1383|And the poor spirit cried, 1383|And when her body lay athirst, 1383|She came, the little sweet Lila Erin. 1383|And she touched his life like wine, 1383|With her body soft and fair; 1383|And she left him, the little sweet Lila Erin, 1383|On the ways of life forlorn. 1383|Oft when his soul is sick and low, 1383|And the little sweet Lila Erin, 1383|She comes, the little sweet Lila Erin, 1383|The dewy-winged, the hand on his heart! 1383|How the old horse trod, as the sun's gold 1383|Hung on his flesh, and the fresh grass dripped 1383|From the cold earth that held his corse: 1383|The old horse trod, as the sun shone bright, 1383|As the fresh grass dripped from his bent breast. 1383|A woman from a kingdom born, 1383|For a woman was she made; 1383|Her beauty and her beauty's grace 1383|He had made and wore in vain. 1383|She lived and laughed and loved, and died 1383|As the grass drips from a bent brow. 1383|She died an angel's death, a ghost's; 1383|The ghost of the dead and young, 1383|To whom the dead and young were true 1383|For a woman born for a queen. 1383|From a king she knew to be dead, 1383|And yet for her he never died; 1383|He was her lover, she his nurse, 1383|And she, the nurse, and she, the queen. 1383 ======================================== SAMPLE 14390 ======================================== 2863|The old lady who never had a bit of advice to give 2863|She sat, with her face a picture of surprise, 2863|An' watched the two boys of eight, 2863|For he might as well be ten years her junior. 2863|There was a time when youth was simply bonny 2863|(No matter how one may have been used to say 2863|The years were small and sunburnt and green) 2863|Yet these were just as young as any two 2863|(Not so much as her grandmamma said so), 2863|And she could see that their hearts were in tune 2863|And that they loved each other as one should love 2863|A little. In truth, it was not a sin 2863|To love them both at the old marriage. 2863|But when each year came on, she grew not old enough 2863|At eighteen to let them go abroad - 2863|The two boys kept on going round 2863|In pairs, with hands and faces all aflame, 2863|As if they all were used to seeing girls, 2863|And yet it was not true that a morn 2863|Ever made them less in heart 2863|When they could only meet the kind 2863|And gentle eyes that looked through leafy tresses, 2863|Not those which seem to mark the soul when a man is gay. 2863|And whenever she went abroad she met them by chance, 2863|And in passing they smiled, or turned with a greeting 2863|As if to say: "We wonder you are so young." 2863|There was an old woman who kept 2863|(Just as it chanced) the English book, 2863|And she was kind to the daughters, and said 2863|(As old women do) good things to all: 2863|She gave the boys a nice little urchin, 2863|And they brought him every one their heart could ask. 2863|It happened in the days before Christmas 2863|When the school was all out at the spring, 2863|Yet the old woman, she would talk on as if 2863|She could keep the little one alive. 2863|She tried in tears and sobriety 2863|(That's to say, in English speech) 2863|To calm the boy's wild passions and control 2863|His passion, but he was wild and wild; 2863|And when the day was almost out 2863|She tried another method in an effort to tame 2863|The baby's passion. (And she was old.) 2863|She made a little love, and loved a big Boy, 2863|And that's a matter both good and bad 2863|For old women--when they make love to Boy 2863|They never, never, don't do that; 2863|But that boy loved this old woman so 2863|She was forced to come to the door to preach 2863|And do all sorts of things for pay, 2863|That boy cried for a chance at the door, 2863|And a chance at a meal or a rag, 2863|And when she walked in, her sermon was 2863|Tried in the very same way 2863|As usual by this old woman of course. 2863|But what with her pride, with her pride, 2863|She had to keep that kind of old woman in 2863|Whose speech has a great deal to do 2863|With what happens in a daily shop or a shopman's smile; 2863|And it was this way that she kept the old woman 2863|While the boy did not: with her passion a-flame, 2863|And a desire of his own to please, 2863|For it's pretty, and it's wholesome, and it's dignified 2863|To find oneself in the same old old marriage. 2863|She was in her twelfth spring, and at last 2863|Dressed to be dressed, out went the little maid, 2863|And all the children, looking glad to see 2863|But not naming her either name or age, 2863|(The old woman loved them still) went home at night, 2863|And that was always the way with the old folks, 2863|But the boy always tried to be where she stayed. 2863|(For this was his girl!) And so one day, ======================================== SAMPLE 14400 ======================================== 2130|From the wild fields where I lay; 2130|They found me not. 2130|If thou hast seen our poor creature, 2130|And thou hast sate with us, 2130|And thou hast heard each word I said, 2130|And seen each gesture I made; 2130|Let me die in your arms, and there 2130|Your kisses warmly pour: 2130|That was a long, long year 2130|I lay in bed all pale, 2130|I felt my hair grow wild 2130|And black were my eyes; 2130|But after many a night of mourning 2130|And many a day of weeping, 2130|I think I look as good as new,-- 2130|My hair is grey, my eyes are clear, 2130|And all that I can see is truth. 2130|I've heard you say, and yet I doubt it, 2130|That you would die, say, before I would; 2130|For though your hair was white 2130|And black your eyes were blue,-- 2130|If you could take one breath 2130|Of being human, then 2130|I think you'd be as happy as me. 22803|"The first of all fathers was Mercury: 22803|His wife was Thetis of the silver hair," 22803|So told I once a fairy, in the light 22803|Of many years of sorrow and of pain, 22803|About the middle of the winter's night, 22803|While far away from me, on the wintry plain, 22803|The wain of Cymri with a hundred men 22803|Slunk by at night, men who should have been dead! 22803|Aghast I gazed, and feared that I had cried 22803|And in terror turned to hide my eyes: 22803|What was the meaning of the horror, 22803|Sunk in the darkness and foreboding sound? 22803|Was it the voice of heaven, or only then 22803|Of something else, beyond the reach of thought 22803|That ever can comprehend or hope? 22803|Was not the world on its hinges then? 22803|When I remember'd all that had been 22803|Since the birth of time unto this hour. 22803|I stood in the long green glades of Emathia 22803|Whence they bring forth blossom of nectared fruit, 22803|And the scent of each grove spread out and thin 22803|A sweet perfume; but now and then 22803|A sudden moan, a sigh or sob 22803|Like a voice of some one weeping: so I drew 22803|Close to my lady: but she spake not: 22803|As one who in a dream, or in an obscure dream 22803|Sees something that may well be death. "Art thou still afraid?" 22803|Her eyes as the eyes of the night, whose rays 22803|Burn on his outcast--O, his own land's land, 22803|Saith she, "What should the Greeks do to me, 22803|Lest I should turn to stone, and be forgotten 22803|Of my noble blood? Would God had given 22803|That of me unto Helen, so I might 22803|Be one of the old castaways, a thing 22803|Whose time is past who never sinn'd, a man 22803|Who may not live--who may not ever see 22803|His fair wife yet or make life dear again, 22803|And see the children, if any yet 22803|Rove on the earth, for he hath none! For to me 22803|A thing so rare was never made alive, 22803|Nor hath it yet been felt or seen by me." 22803|"I cannot make thee dead," I said, "Art thou still 22803|A virgin or not? So shall I gain thee 22803|Upon thy coming hither. What if Fate 22803|Be stern with men, but they shall gain the day 22803|By flight, for I will follow thee, even thee!" 22803|She said: and then the sudden silence spread 22803|Where a low silence dwells, not heart-sick. 22803|I drew close. "Thou must not leave thy horse 22803|To graze the groundless place about," she said, 22803|"Or we have lost thee." But ======================================== SAMPLE 14410 ======================================== 28591|O life without a fault, 28591|How fair to look, how good to be, 28591|And how much happier if you cease to feel! 28591|The clouds will gather as they rise; 28591|And darkness be our lot, 28591|And night be always night. 28591|But God in mercy shows, 28591|Though all should die in sorrow, that they still 28591|His work will surely fulfill. 28591|No fault; no cause; a just design; 28591|An evil will we find. Why should we strive 28591|A moment's pain, nor lose our path 28591|Forever? God, the will of him we love 28591|Will always be obeyed. 28591|Our Father, bless them, whoe'er may be 28591|In the future's path. 28591|Who have a humble mind, 28591|A conscience pure as snow, 28591|Who say not what is right, 28591|Who give to all they owe, 28591|And ever live as he may, 28591|And follow whate'er he shall say. 28591|O that the heart 28591|Would yield to them, and to their ease, 28591|The only way to God! 28591|My soul is on the wing, 28591|To reach the shore in the distant East; 28591|Far in the West outstrips my power. 28591|Thy life, O Lord, thy life, 28591|My soul, O God! depart, 28591|For thy dear will is far too dear. 28591|In this life, O Lord, to give, 28591|Yet to give always--how dear. 28591|I would not have thy glory, thou 28591|That bidest me to follow thee. 28591|Be not angry with me--be patient; 28591|God's will is better than my power-- 28591|Then let me do what thou art one 28591|To do, that, if my work offend thee, 28591|Thou not thy will despise or scorn. 28591|Thou know'st the heart that thou hast made; 28591|It will but do at thy command. 28591|Take, Lord, my first offering-- 28591|My blood upon thy altar-stone! 28591|I will but break thy scourge; 28591|And, having broken, why then, God, 28591|Let me be broken--once for all. 28591|Lord, make me not to hate-- 28591|Thou know'st what I can never be; 28591|Bid me not love that thou dost not love-- 28591|Give me no vain hopes to slay, 28591|Nor make me not endure 28591|The bitterness of thy chastening rod. 28591|Take, Lord, my first offering-- 28591|My soul, O Lord, O heart of Mine! 28591|The love that makes all heaven and hell. 28591|The world has all the world-- 28591|None here but the love of thee-- 28591|Then make not my soul 28591|One sacrifice for the sins of others, 28591|But give my soul 28591|The gift of heart and faith-- 28591|Take it; I will not refuse. 28591|I have no power 28591|To put my love in any other sphere 28591|Than what lies in thine, Lord God, alone. 28591|I do not seek to make 28591|A slave of thee--for God is the Lord; 28591|I do not love--or hate--or scorn 28591|Thy life, O Lord; 28591|But, having loved so as to despise 28591|Thy world, O Lord, I do as thee. 28591|O Lord! if I could be 28591|As blest in thy love as thou in mine. 28591|If thou wouldst give me of thy wealth 28591|And, being blest, I of thy pride would be, 28591|Then I should have thy pride for mine-- 28591|Not a dull, indifferent, empty soul; 28591|Not to be high and boast and flaunt, 28591|But to be thy true man and true wife, 28591|O Lord! make me not too proud 28591|To do thy lowly duties well. 28591|O Lord! if ======================================== SAMPLE 14420 ======================================== 4331|We will not let any other way! 4331|Not over-glittering sunsets, 4331|Hollowed valleys and wide meadows, 4331|Pale, grey-green fields of reaping 4331|With wide moss overgrown; 4331|Not, where the grass is yellow-brown 4331|As the brown earth underneath. 4331|But our heart beats a richer note... 4331|A richer note through the blue 4331|Of the mountain and in the sea... 4331|The blood-red sun over all 4331|Till it fades like nothing,-- 4331|Till everything we know 4331|Takes a beauty, as old names 4331|Pass from hand to hand. 4331|We can look up and see 4331|Our hearts' love in the eyes; 4331|The kiss of love, that is given 4331|For a little hour; 4331|Like a sudden flower 4331|Out of a tree of flame. 4331|And our hearts say, 4331|"We give this word, this gift, 4331|And it lives and grows 4331|Until ages, ages long, 4331|We die into death; 4331|And as some little children 4331|Stand and laugh and play 4331|With love out of sight, 4331|When death and life are one." 4331|We come and go with the wind 4331|On the path made by desire; 4331|And the heart keeps tune by the sun 4331|Which we are longing for. 4331|We are the dream we were born to-- 4331|We the dreams that will be. 4331|We are the dream we were born to-- 4331|The hope and the fear of old; 4331|We are the dream we were born to 4331|The dream that never dies. 4331|We are the dream we were born to-- 4331|The freedom we know not how 4331|To dream of and dare and live 4331|For a change that's better than a dream 4331|With nothing to look for. 4331|As the mist on the mountain peak, 4331|As the rain on the flower 4331|Where the light rain falls all night, 4331|Though you be gone, 4331|You will return. 4331|With the wild wind over the sea, 4331|With the wild wind and snow, 4331|When the night is far spent, 4331|Will we ever go on? 4331|As a child which hears a name 4331|Who once heard it in youth, 4331|So now shall your name be 4331|When I am dead. 4331|For the wind and the snow are arouse; 4331|I feel it. 4331|In the heart of the night are no stars; 4331|No moonlight; 4331|The wind drives at a tree 4331|As a lark on the prow, 4331|And the stars are the twain of the nine that are in heaven. 4331|And the tree, which is the heart of the land, 4331|As a lark on the wings above, 4331|Will be the star in heaven. 4331|And the stars for you both on, 4331|I too may be star, 4331|In the heaven of heaven. 4331|The wind drives all night awhile, 4331|The snow blows on the ground; 4331|These are but signs the wise man see, 4331|Or the foolish man see. 4331|Though you be far, yet still your path 4331|With your feet is crooked; 4331|Though you be white, still your soul is tainted 4331|Though you be rich in gold, 4331|Yet you will go on the sad road by cold and heat 4331|As the wind goes west and the stars 4331|Over the deeps of the sky. 4331|The wind of change and the snow of time, 4331|The rain and flower and mist 4331|Bring but the dreams of a dreamer, 4331|We need dreams no less. 4331|The wind drives all night awhile, 4331|The snow blows round the door; 4331|The stars of heaven stand still evermore, 4331|For the heart and will of the one in whom God's grace 4331| ======================================== SAMPLE 14430 ======================================== 3160|The man, the hero, and the god, are at the gate; 3160|And yet, before the crowd with mighty sounds, 3160|And shouts to shouts, the crowd return'd in cheers! 3160|All fly the tyrant's grasp, and raise the shout: 3160|But all are fates, for Pallas owns the command, 3160|And from his lips a solemn doom descends 3160|By the fair power above! a fates unkind! 3160|As when the cloud conceals the orb supreme: 3160|A sudden hue o'erspreads the sky, and all 3160|The azure vault was changed to deep abysses, 3160|Then lighted on a spot of ground, concealed 3160|By sable leaves, a dark recess for love, 3160|From this great man: with tender art conceal'd, 3160|His gentle soul the victim of his ire. 3160|O thou, when fates thou rend'st me with thy woes! 3160|If any god be faithful as thou art, 3160|And faithful let the good man be thy foe, 3160|To whom shall I associate my poor cries 3160|And sighs, and my entreaties? Where shall I rest, 3160|On my fair throne, or where may now the ray 3160|That led me through the light! To thy court unknown, 3160|To see my loved Delos and my home return, 3160|To view the bright, but dark, abode of joy, 3160|And to renew, in happy days, the chase, 3160|Where now I rest, and mourn, and hope, and vow, 3160|With grief and anguish droop my head, and sink. 3160|"He ceased, and to the hallowed gates in haste 3160|Ascended; but when to the high vault there, 3160|From the pale shade withdrawn by the wise sire, 3160|Hector with hasty steps return'd at last. 3160|As when a bird whose mate the branchy wood 3160|In spring-time darts from far, emerging bright 3160|(Her mate now in the watery wilderness), 3160|With a new smile, and eager to pursue; 3160|Hovering at will o'er all the fragrant flow'rs, 3160|So hailed the haughty suitors; with disdain, 3160|Sway'd to my sad theme the melancholy shade: 3160|I pointed to the throne, and cried aloud: 3160|'Ah! would that Hector then had ne'er been born! 3160|If he has perish'd by the well-known doom! 3160|Or, haply, perished in this house of clay, 3160|In the deep dungeon that no more he seeks, 3160|In the dark dungeons of eternal sleep.' 3160|Then to my soul a grief I thus address'd: 3160|'O father! I am lost, and all my cares! 3160|How shall the sire, the son, the friend escape, 3160|Who me in this deep anguish must lament? 3160|O thou, who sitt'st, and reared'st the state of man, 3160|Sole lord of all the human race below, 3160|Who on the mighty trunk of godlike Jove 3160|Hast rais'd the mighty image of a god; 3160|If Jove's own arm can rise, from thy dark reign 3160|When godlike Hector, from the dust removed, 3160|With many others in immortal pomp, 3160|Wakes to revenge, the crime of all the host; 3160|How shalt thou feel, if to revenge thy wife, 3160|Lamenting thy son, and that sole lord, 3160|By all the blushes of an open grave! 3160|Or, if thyself atoned, by the world's vast fame, 3160|Perish the first-born through thy son's disgrace!' 3160|"Thus I and we in angry talk debate; 3160|At length Ulysses to the court returns: 3160|Then with a stately pace he hastes to seize 3160|The regal sceptre, in whose sceptre lies 3160|All that the gods so dearly cherish'd claim: 3160|From thence he wrests it; and his hands elate 3160|With victory, and the ======================================== SAMPLE 14440 ======================================== I saw that I might not escape 2620|In spite of these, and more, I saw the sea-weed, 2620|The meadows, the mountain-peaks, the sea. 2620|I saw them and I heard the music of all 2620|The sea-flowers and flowers of the water-sands. 2620|And I saw that I must rise and leave these things 2620|And rise again in the night to make me glad; 2620|But ah, with a little while her feet might fail 2620|To mount her, and no more would she climb to me! 2620|And ever so often with one swift step 2620|She snatched at me, till I was so far from her, 2620|That always she stood in the shadow of me. 2620|And when I saw that she found her sea-world sad 2620|I was sad, and still was she in the shadow. 2620|But when I saw her face lift from the sea, 2620|And I could see her eyes, that in a little while 2620|Had been shut for ever for their goodness, 2620|I was as one to whom the sea-mew sees 2620|The land all spread before her, and she runs 2620|To meet the sun in haste, and runs so fast 2620|She falls from out the sky, that flies, and falls: 2620|So, being one to meet the earth's sweet eyes, 2620|She runs to meet the sun, who looks on her. 2620|From the first day we fell 2620|We fell in the morning; 2620|It was the time 2620|When the sky was blue; 2620|The little cloudlets broke, 2620|The clouds were like blossoms; 2620|The waters laughed 2620|As the wind sang; 2620|But the little cloudlets shook, 2620|As the leaves on a tree; 2620|And I, in my mother's arms, 2620|Lying on the grass, heard, 2620|How quiet was the night, 2620|A little voice aloof, 2620|Singing of hills and snows, 2620|And snow and mountain-peaks. 2620|I lay on my mother's breast, 2620|And slept and dreamed with her 2620|Till into the morning 2620|I awoke from sleep 2620|In a world of my own making; 2620|I built a cottage fair 2620|With my own hands strong; 2620|I washed and made it good, 2620|I tended it, and fed it, 2620|From sunrise to sunset, 2620|And all the day long 2620|Singing, till it grew 2620|A little cottage green, 2620|And all the night long 2620|Singing, till it grew 2620|A little cottage green. 2620|And then there was a shadow 2620|That passed over my casement, 2620|And crossed the floor; and sitting down, 2620|I heard the rain 2620|Come whistling down the street, 2620|And then I heard it fall 2620|Through the window-pane; and then, 2620|It seemed the rain 2620|Passed through the window-grille: 2620|It was so loud, it was so like 2620|A thunder-cloud that gathers in the air,-- 2620|A thick, black mass, a white veil gathering and shrinking, 2620|And slowly the sun sinks downward in the west; 2620|And I sat in my chamber alone 2620|And dreamed a dream of a glinting river near, 2620|Which from the far-off village flowing, 2620|Like a white sail wafted out to sea, 2620|Seems dragging out to sea. 2620|I dreamed of a garden full of flowers, 2620|Deep paths that wound about the tree, 2620|And scurrying feet that ran along. 2620|And little girls and boys came forth 2620|Scared by the dream they heard near. 2620|And they danced down in the meadow place, 2620|With their little sparrow's nests, 2620|Which they left there to spoil their singing 2620|With rustling and the rain. 2620|There was a little man 2620|Who went a ======================================== SAMPLE 14450 ======================================== 1383|Held dear her words of wisdom! what had then 1383|Such sweet and precious worth? Then had he not 1383|Felt a strange and furtive glow among his senses, 1383|Nor found such fear an end to all his joy, 1383|As when the heart leaps to his lips and knows? 1383|O thou that art my life, thy life sustain 1383|In this great hour: let me be not afraid 1383|To try my courage for the love of thee. 1383|Thou art my life, let me be thy life sustain; 1383|I love thee, love the life that hath not name: 1383|This, this is my life-bonds; give it thy soul. 1383|Then, thou my star, come forth and blot me dim; 1383|This strange new spirit must for thee be new; 1383|Hers, who hath never known the heat of strife, 1383|Nor known the bitter guilt of passion's brink: 1383|Thy love, O Nature, in a world unseen, 1383|Lives in the heart, though the loved name alone 1383|Her soundless voice will hear and understand. 1383|O thou that on my thoughts dost hush thy wings, 1383|Thou Nature, in this hour of mortal ill, 1383|Let thy dear secret for my love be known: 1383|To see my love, though I should live, is seen. 1383|For love's sake let me not have death to fear, 1383|But let me live to look on thee and die. 1383|For life and love, our peace is like a snare, 1383|Thy shadow turns the very heart of me 1383|To thy white breast and thy white hands, my dear. 1383|I have no fear of death, I have no fears; 1383|That which o'er-stands to live, will live aright. 1383|Thou, with thy secret, not on me is hurled: 1383|I look to thee for all my life and days. 1383|I live to thee I die to thee. Let fall 1383|No death-blow for this hapless, weary world 1383|Of our weak love, that has no strength but thee. 1383|This little world, by thee created past 1383|And overtopping the next infinite, 1383|By thee I live, I die to thee, I live. 1383|Let go thy grip: let go this feeble arm: 1383|O Nature, by thee, the whole of earth 1383|Shall love, and do, and be, and multiply, 1383|And spring, and fill the green vales with life: 1383|No drossier stake in worlds of endless days 1383|Than this is spent on love, on hope, on love. 1383|The spring is sweet but in its spring-time; 1383|Life is not sweet till it is cooked. 1383|If once this prayer be not denied to me, 1383|I am the very sin against thine eye. 1383|And when the whole world in that prayer fails, 1383|So much of earth, so much of heaven fails, 1383|So much of earth, so much of heaven must fail. 1383|And what can be my life, my life with her, 1383|If thou reject me from thy life at last, 1383|The last of all my life: I will not dream. 1383|For if thou scorn, love has forgot to love. 1383|She smiles and blesses me for whom she blesses, 1383|And says to make me glad: "Let not your presence 1383|In this new dawn of the year, the spring, 1383|The season of all blossoms, be a moan. 1383|For the whole year will be a spring of flowers. 1383|And here shall spring of other springs produce 1383|Than ever yet the winter of the grave." 1383|But this is not this spring of life she tells; 1383|She does not even think that she is glad: 1383|She says "There must be some spring of tears 1383|For the world's decay: they will not come." 1383|She does not even feel her blessing falls. 1383|But I, in that last dream of Paradise, 1383| ======================================== SAMPLE 14460 ======================================== 42058|For it must be! 42058|"The King is dead!" I said to Mother Mary; 42058|"Give me my faith, my Mother Mary!" said she 42058|And smiled. 42058|The King is dead!" I said to Father William; 42058|"Give me my faith, my Father William!" said he 42058|And smiled, as he passed. 42058|The King is dead!" I said to Sergeant John; 42058|"Give me my faith, my Sergeant John!" said she 42058|And smiled, as she turned. 42058|The King is dead!" I said to Captain Johnson; 42058|"Give me my faith, my Captain Johnson!" said she 42058|And smiled, as she turned. 42058|The King is dead!" I said to Sergeant Johnson; 42058|"Give me my faith, my Sergeant Johnson!" said she 42058|And smiled, as she turned. 42058|The King is dead!" I said to Captain Johnson; 42058|"Give me my faith, my Captain Johnson!" said she 42058|And smiled, as she turned. 42058|The King is dead!" I said to many 42058|That had gathered unto the field to see the battle; 42058|"What madness all! what madness all!" they said, 42058|"O Captain, our King is dead!" 42058|Where is our King? and where? and do we know 42058|How far he has fallen? 42058|He was the pride and joy and pride of France, 42058|Our stars and stripes adorning, 42058|Our oceans without a shore, our stars and bars, 42058|Our beaches without a bar. 42058|His wounds were little wounds, small as sin, 42058|A battlefield's bloody work, 42058|Where each brave soldier held his own again, 42058|To stand in order, face to face. 42058|Our hearts remember how he fell beside us all, 42058|By noisome trenches lying, 42058|And thine, England, our hearts remember how he fell. 42058|Our hearts remember how he fell beside us all, 42058|The little wounds we left unsaid, 42058|And deem the mighty war not lost, nor void, 42058|For all things come to them in space. 42058|The little wounds we left unsaid, 42058|Our souls remember, 42058|And in memory they forget again 42058|The little things that cost us dear. 42058|The little things that cost us dear, 42058|They fade not long, nor pine nor wither, 42058|But with more love than now they dwell 42058|By day and night, in joy and grief, 42058|In war, in peace, in peace again 42058|To live, to live--again, until all memory is vain. 42058|The little things that cost us dear, 42058|And yet are bright and tender, 42058|In the high spirit that lives on no naught, 42058|By day and night, in joy and grief; 42058|In war, in peace, in peace again, 42058|To live, to live--again, in joy and grief. 42058|The little things that cost us dear, 42058|For evermore we keep for dear, 42058|The little things that cost us dear: 42058|They are like stars upon the night; 42058|They are like blossoms by the tide; 42058|They are sweet things, indeed, and are divine, 42058|For we who keep them love them not less, 42058|We keep them bright in memory, 42058|We keep them sweet in memory. 42058|The little things that cost us dear, 42058|Are flowers that drop their tears for fear, 42058|Are stars that die; 42058|The little things that cost us dear. 42058|A year ago, the German patrol cut loose 42058|To sweep the waters. The sun sank in lustrous white, 42058|And in a moment the moon in glory lay 42058|Beneath the crimson twilight. On the farther shore 42058|The watch-dogs slept, the patrols slept, the swordsmen stayed; 42058|And the red dawn began to crawl, a flashing spear, 42058|Across the moonless, silver-crested shores of foam. 42058|Then up and sp ======================================== SAMPLE 14470 ======================================== 1958|A man, alas, whom it seems to me day by day I seek! 1958|But he must be a man, and in no other way than that; 1958|And, if I can but get of him a word, what need I ask? 1958|I do not think, he is at all the man he seems to be. 1958|Yes, yes, my friend! I can but ask this favor of the sea! 1958|I ask it for no other reason than that I ask you once more 1958|To go with me here at sea from our old ship in the bay." 1958|And after he had said this, there came on him from the sea 1958|The shadow of a long, white coat, and in the white cloak 1958|He saw a priest, and with the priest came a ship full of corn. 1958|"Ye have now brought, then, the corn to that place of town," said he. 1958|"Of corn? That were too mean, and you need have brought at least 1958|Half of the rent-roll of half a garret." 1958|It was the priest, and he was standing in the open street, 1958|As still as the sea itself; and with him a ship full of corn. 1958|"Then, my friend, here is a man, and he is very old, I think, 1958|But if he can but stay where he is, he will very soon get out, 1958|And see if he be worthy so great a gift." 1958|"And see, my good priest, if thou would'st know where I would be found, 1958|I'm in the village of Stapleton, to the little town of Clare. 1958|"I would, if we could only find him, the stranger in the bay! 1958|He'll come to our aid and rescue me!" 1958|"What must we do, then?" thought the priest, 1958|While his eyes were lifted up. 1958|And all the people stood and wondered and said:-- 1958|How very strange the very things befell him, 1958|Who in the midst of all those thousand people 1958|Stood alone, alone with himself; 1958|And with the poor people was of his own accord 1958|The little housewife, the little maid, 1958|The little scholar, and all the rest, 1958|And from his heart a deep sorrow sprung. 1958|Hiding himself and his thoughts, the little priest 1958|Held fast his place beside the sea, 1958|And for many a season sat as mute, 1958|But still the sorrow was unceasing. 1958|And that same priest, and that same priest's wife, 1958|Who never had seen him before, 1958|Ever after said, "How old is he! why goest thou alone?" 1958|"Alas!" the little priest was often told, 1958|When at the open deep sea-places, 1958|At daybreak, a light wind arose; 1958|"And there is a good ship, the _Comethanna_, 1958|Coming from that quarter of the sea, 1958|Which brings us the corn to our town of Clare." 1958|Where he in earnest went nothing cared for him! 1958|But from the same deep sorrow he became 1958|A very good pilot, as they said, 1958|And now the great ship came in sight again; 1958|The little priest's heart trembled like the storm, 1958|Yet he stood upright as ever before, 1958|And with his hands stood open to the breeze, 1958|And let one hand drift from the other, 1958|That he might take a look at his island land, 1958|And see if any one would take heed of him. 1958|He let his hand drift out from his side, and then 1958|He thought it time to let his own thoughts wander 1958|On what most he had heard; but first he spoke, 1958|And said,--"Alas, my soul! but this to me 1958|Is all the truth and I have ever had, 1958|There is no good reason nor will of mine 1958|In answer to any one of the sayings 1958|Which people say among them, whether true, 1958|Or false;--there is not a thing to move ======================================== SAMPLE 14480 ======================================== 1365|The whole earth is in the agony of its woes! 1365|For the sake of my country and my brother! 1365|Who is the lover of my life and my heart? 1365|Hath not the son of a prince or a princess 1365|The best portion of his lot to inherit, 1365|To guard it as in the days of his youth 1365|Through labor or peril? Shall I go up in pride 1365|To court the son I should not care to see? 1365|Hath he not chosen me of all the youth of the land? 1365|To be a mother to all I behold! 1365|This is the man the King is wooing to his bed, 1365|And my lips have said it; no voice has spoken it, 1365|But what is truth? And I will do. 1365|Behold the day 1365|Now has dawned; behold how now 1365|The dawn goes up! 1365|And all the birds of the air shall be scattered abroad, 1365|And all the flowers of the field be shorn and scattered, 1365|And every flower of the grass shall lie low in the dust, 1365|And every bird of the air shall fly the sky; 1365|And the King and his lover shall sit by the fire 1365|And drink their fill of the wine in silence! 1365|There is something in the morning of April, 1365|That makes it a day for my pleasures to be, 1365|And makes it a day for my love to be wooing, 1365|And makes it a day for my sorrows to be wrung. 1365|Oft have I said, but now my words grow hoarse; 1365|But it is not that I do not remember thee; 1365|'T is that the sun's light is not to be found in the west, 1365|There is a face in the sunset of many a love, 1365|And a glance in the sky of a many a love. 1365|I would I had not then thought of thee, 1365|Or dreamed of thee my life could change again by 1365|Thy smile, thy lips, or thy beauty's perfect form! 1365|Thou mak'st a night of a night, 1365|And a day comes back to the dim night 1365|With the new day's dawn. 1365|Why dost thou so forget me? 1365|I cannot leave thee, 1365|I do not wish to leave thee. 1365|If I am dead, what is it 1365|Shall make me forget me? 1365|Oh! that I were dead indeed, 1365|And thou wert with me here, 1365|And I were with thee, all alone. 1365|And yet these are not thee, 1365|Thou dost not love me; 1365|But, if thou wouldst have me loved 1365|I would not change my place with thee. 1365|Oh! it is not thee, 1365|Therefore thou dost not love me, 1365|It is the face and the eyes and the hair 1365|That give me hope, 1365|And teach me all a sweet delight. 1365|I will not change my place 1365|With thee! 1365|My lips will not hold mine arms! 1365|Yet, if thou wilt, I will let go 1365|My lips with kisses, that are sweet as flower, 1365|And let thy lips go wandering down, 1365|And make for me 1365|Some sweet end of love, 1365|And let death cease to be! 1365|O! if thou wilt, and let 1365|Thou keep no distance in me, 1365|I will love to be dead, 1365|But let life take thee by force! 1365|And thou wilt, and let my love. 1365|Now I will go from thee 1365|I have loved thee enough, 1365|So long as I shall live; 1365|I will go away from thy sight, 1365|And seek, beside the road, 1365|My love, beside the road, 1365|As a lover of thy beauty 1365|A lover will go by 1365|For love and not for gold, 1365|And I shall come back by night, ======================================== SAMPLE 14490 ======================================== 19221|I was young, and I was bold. 19221|But thou wert sad, and I was wise; 19221|And thou hast oft seen the day-- 19221|But I never may forget 19221|Whose likeness I have seen. 19221|I had a dear little Lover, 19221|So sturdy and so tall; 19221|And he was always wooing me, 19221|And wooing I was his; 19221|And every little thing that he did, 19221|I liked better than he. 19221|I had no money at all to dine; 19221|A friend I had--let him go; 19221|He paid me with a kiss when we parted-- 19221|And paid no further ado. 19221|But somewhere in the City, in the dead of night, 19221|I saw those three fair creatures lie, 19221|That are the stars of morning in my sight, 19221|And I have heard them say, 19221|"The stars and I are one." 19221|I said, "I'll go and see them;' said I; 19221|And I did go; 19221|And there they were, three of the three, 19221|The stars of morning, and the rest 19221|Of them that are the three 19221|The stars of morning, and the rest 19221|As plain as looks this light. 19221|Now, Isabel, Isabel dear, 19221|And Isabel, the lily-white, 19221|I've brought you flowers to wear; 19221|Be good, my little Isabel, 19221|And bloom before I go; 19221|Be good, my little Isabel, 19221|And bloom before I go. 19221|I wish I were where Helen goes, 19221|Or where Bess and George are led, 19221|I wish I were where Helen goes, 19221|Or where Bess and George are led. 19221|But I'm neither of these things, I'm out of tune, 19221|And you're to blame for being so so good and so so so so so so so, 19221|And really if it wasn't for my troubles you could do less 19221|And really if it wasn't for my troubles you could do more. 19221|'My dear little petunia, are you in good and health?' 19221|The little petunia reply'd with gentle voice, 19221|'I'm in honour; ah, by God, I'm in health! 19221|That little petunia, that little petunia, 19221|We love, and love so much, that we must see the world through! 19221|We love, and love so much, that the fairest we'll take to the tomb; 19221|For the poor thing is old Helen, and she's old and pale and poor, 19221|And you poor petunia, you may cry all you like, and deny 19221|I could never love you if you didn't love me, that's true, my dear, 19221|But ah, it's cruel, and it's dreadful, and it breaks my heart 19221|To think of poor Helen, the pretty and lovable Mary Light, 19221|Who you loved, but cannot love, while you are out of tune.' 19221|No, dear, you're all right, I assure you, I'm quite sure; 19221|And I'm sure you can tell me what's become of me, for I'm sure, 19221|No, dear, you're all right, I assure you, I'm quite sure. 19221|But I'm sure there's something wrong here, and perhaps it's not the place 19221|And that poor Mary is broken-hearted; 19221|And the first time I saw her, my tears ran down as I wept, 19221|And I wept, but I knew she was mine, for I heard her soft sighs. 19221|And the first time as I kissed her, for her sake I cried, 19221|And the second time I wept, and I knew, by the sound of her sobbing. 19221|So you're sure there's some cause that I broke your heart? 19221|Not you? why then perhaps I may have been too tender; 19221|But I knew this is nothing but a chance we've taken 19221|To kill the first match we come across. 19221|What! you're sorry ======================================== SAMPLE 14500 ======================================== 1279|He saw the bannocks on their way; 1279|The sun glid down like steel that shone; 1279|And while he look'd, his thoughts did run 1279|Like streams through hazy woods amain: 1279|His heart beat fast in every vein, 1279|He knew that he was happy yet, 1279|For, though his hopes were small and low, 1279|He loved his true-love,--he did know! 1279|And so, despite his hopes, a friend, 1279|Though lowly favoured and unblest, 1279|Had just had hope,--as I have oft, 1279|Ere chance had turn'd the favor'd face, 1279|And he was born, though poor as me. 1279|But now in life's slow middle-tide, 1279|Like slow prevailing tide of tide, 1279|His hopes were foaming on the wind, 1279|His heart beat fast in every vein; 1279|And as he thought of her he beat 1279|That poor little breast so warm and warm, 1279|The thought of her, like milk in hives, 1279|Ripened his heart, like rais'd cattle, 1279|And, when he breathe'd his last, his breath 1279|Was on her pale lips--that cold black sepulchre! 1279|"Her bones are dust, her blood is Rue; 1279|And I am but a poor Leech,-- 1279|So, though I take no share in the grave, 1279|And bid no spirit come to life, 1279|With willing hands I mend the world, 1279|And so, though I am but a Leech, 1279|I've something to give a Christian.' 1279|"O Thou, who saw'st the lonely sea, 1279|And saw'st the rocks, and saw'st mankind, 1279|O, say, shall I be blest to be 1279|Part of the joint and plccon party? 1279|Shall I not, by the same rules, 1279|Be both of us a Leech?" 1279|The answer came--a hearty "Ay!" 1279|For he was for the joint and plccon; 1279|So with all due pomp they met, 1279|And all sorts of curious things, 1279|From the odd, like horses' ears, 1279|To the long, like banners tall; 1279|For a joint and plccon his friends had made, 1279|The same with each and every one; 1279|'Twere hard to miss the joints as fine, 1279|Or the long arms, of jointed knights, 1279|Or the knees, or the thighs of the chiefs, 1279|Or the legs of the bucklers stout; 1279|And every one was sure of a joint 1279|Or a leg of a jointed knight: 1279|For one and all, with a straight face, 1279|With a firm step, and a will 1279|Like a steer that's seen, if you'll hear 1279|How the good Kirk went trotting through the town. 1279|And all did sport and dance and roam, 1279|If for any merriment they were in a passion, 1279|Or were in earnest of some great concern, 1279|Or were in hopes of some bad occasion; 1279|And no ill thought was there in a jest, 1279|Or an idle matter to be joked on; 1279|And all were sure of a joint or a leg, 1279|For a joint and plccon was in their blood; 1279|For a Kirk is but a joint and plccon, 1279|And a noble house no leg in their blood; 1279|So they all took up with a joint or a leg, 1279|And a joint and plccon was in their blood. 1279|If one of the jointed knights or the leg 1279|Had fallen into the way of a felon, 1279|Or even into the way of his good right arm, 1279|Or his eye, or his thigh, or his wrist, 1279|He might be made of good cheque and bond, 1279|And with bond might walk out again into town, 1279|But if by chance he found himself afloat 1279|In ======================================== SAMPLE 14510 ======================================== 18396|My bonnie lassie gat me sweet advice 18396|She wad na let the devil dee; 18396|For that would be a gos-lud to get it 18396|To wed her for a quarely fee; 18396|But I'll say my faut, wi' aching brow, 18396|This bonnie lassie wad na gae dead. 18396|"For faith," quo' she, "my ain dear dear, 18396|Your word on the laird o' yours an' me 18396|I wad not gi'e a siller lord, 18396|But o my honour, 18396|It's maks me gaun to my bonnie bairn." 18396|But hooly! gaun wad I be, my love, 18396|If that ye never could gi'e me grace 18396|To wed ye, 18396|It's maks me gaun to your bonnie bairn. 18396|Now, bonnie, bonnie, 18396|The daisy's in the glen-- 18396|Blinks, blinks my bonnie Jean, 18396|The bonnie worm's on her bed, 18396|My bonnie dear, 18396|The dew's within her cheek, 18396|My bonnie dear, 18396|The dew's within her cheek. 18396|My bonnie dear, 18396|The dew's within her cheek, 18396|The dew's within her cheek. 18396|Tune--"_I'll ne'er forget me for Robin Gray._" 18396|O that I were where'er I am, 18396|I would never gae to the town-- 18396|I'm far frae mony a dear lass, 18396|I lo'e mony a dear lassie. 18396|I lo'e mony a dear lass; 18396|Ah! braid her braid bane; 18396|I lo'e mony a dear lass; 18396|I lo'e mony a dear lassie. 18396|I gaed to see Willie Cook, 18396|Sae fast he gaed awa', 18396|And he gaed to oor side, 18396|A leal kiss o't for me. 18396|I'd no patience, poor witted thing, 18396|When maistly Willie came; 18396|He's quite in love, in love, 18396|I gat him mony a kiss, 18396|Ah! braid her braid bane! 18396|I gat him mony a kiss, 18396|He gat him mony a kiss, 18396|He's just off o'er the hills, 18396|For a' the powys o' the snaw, 18396|And he's just off o' the heather. 18396|Ae or two he's gane hame, 18396|To drink wi' his fellow brethren; 18396|But ay about me the third 18396|He's nane, he's nane. 18396|Tune--"_Mary, ah, my loved and lost._" 18396|Oh, wha wad be kaim ing at gowans? 18396|I'll gie whiles wham the kye come wham, 18396|And wham the kye come wham, and then, 18396|I'll gie wham the kye awa; 18396|I'll gie wham the kye awa, 18396|I'll gie wham the kye awa, 18396|The kye awa, the kye awa, 18396|The kye awa, the kye awa. 18396|He left his auld wife and a' her bairn, 18396|The weans they wadna leave the charler; 18396|But wha' wad winna let the charler whare he came, 18396|To the auld wife and a' her bairn? 18396|His ain wife, he left her and a' her bairn, 18396|And a' the bairns she left wi' him, 18396|Their master he left and a' the auld wife-- 18396|The auld wife and the a' the b ======================================== SAMPLE 14520 ======================================== 30357|From the dark cave of death? 30357|O ye that grieve, and grieve for the joys that are no more-- 30357|Come live with me again. 30357|"They lie on their faces, and weep upon their faces, 30357|They sleep for ever on their backs, 30357|And the dead cannot rise out of their graves, as we would have them, 30357|They died in war--in peace." 30357|Ye can give milk and honey for as cheap as you can stand; 30357|But when as the dead are grown white they are in a sorry plight; 30357|And the dead cannot rise out of their graves, as the poor man would. 30357|So come, my love, and live with me, 30357|Till the world be turned to wine. 30357|I have drunk wine of the world's riches, 30357|And I have drunk it with saints; 30357|But the very wine smelled worse than the richest embers. 30357|Go, then, go, my foot, go slow, 30357|And if you see my love, say, 30357|"It is nothing but wine of your pride and possession 30357|That makes her so divine." 30357|What makes her so divine? 30357|How the sun shines upon her head, 30357|Whose gold hair lieth all about; 30357|How her heart's in my own body, 30357|And her eyes meet mine as we go, 30357|Till you see me falling down and down, 30357|As a body fell down and adored! 30357|And when I rise again, say-- 30357|"Is her spirit with you, O fair 30357|"Fairest, still here in this place 30357|With all her love, and all her pride?" 30357|And at last, when that you have,-- 30357|Go back with me, my love, and dwell 30357|In the cave of the silent tomb. 30357|"Is love a sin?" the scholar cried, 30357|"Ay, a very sinful love! 30357|To all but blessedness it is good 30357|That he should love a maid; 30357|Let her love to you, and trust to you, 30357|And God will give you all three. 30357|Love, for a time, is sinfully fraught, 30357|And then, love's deadly wound." 30357|"But is love sinless?" the child asked. 30357|The wise man answered: "No; not really. 30357|You need a strong love, a sinless love, 30357|To bear one man's pains and care. 30357|And sinless loves, when sinless, grow, 30357|But loves of sinful maidenhood 30357|Do not, do not sinless, grow." 30357|"And what then?" the child asked again; 30357|"Is sin alone the sin?" 30357|"Yea, as sinful maidenhood 30357|Grows gross by vice and folly, 30357|So vice and folly by vice grow gross; 30357|And so do gouts of oil, 30357|And such are called vice by the children of men. 30357|But if they look about them well, 30357|And see the world afar, 30357|And see the faces of men lovely and dear, 30357|And when they find love, shall they make love of it, 30357|Or love alone?" O happy child! 30357|Give her but this smile to give, 30357|No more, no more: 30357|The child would have her leave all things, 30357|Yet all things were not kind. 30357|No, Nay! that smile's sufficient unto that end 30357|Her heart to lull; 30357|To wake their love 'twixt life and death. 30357|The wise man was wise: 30357|The foolish man he bewitched. 30357|Love and folly go hand in hand: 30357|This man's folly, love; and this's love again. 30357|A foolish man might have an excellent mind, 30357|A foolish man might have the wisdom of a sage; 30357|A foolish man might have the soul of any one, 30357|A foolish man might understand the sun: 30357|But all the wise go mad, and ere ======================================== SAMPLE 14530 ======================================== 34331|Thou'rt my dear, fair lady, and I love thee! 34331|When at midnight, and when morning's light's begun, 34331|And she lifts up her eyes, her very soul 34331|Peers through its mortal prison, 34331|As through a gash made by a crooked blade; 34331|Like the diamond peepeth, 34331|And like a ratchet's ears 34331|A minute's look, and then is gone; 34331|And then it is never a look again. 34331|It is not that I am sad to see thee cease from life; 34331|Though to be dear is not to be at peace; 34331|It is not grief to have a friend that's gone so far, 34331|It is not pity to be sad at all; 34331|And yet one day, I trow, when I was sad to see, 34331|I must have known the day when thy dear feet trod 34331|The earth, and thy dear eyes had risen to be 34331|Far from the earth and stars, and the sun's low brink; 34331|And I had walked and walked in the light of day 34331|And trod that way myself. 34331|'Twere pleasant, I think, to walk that way so still, 34331|And be so near the dear ones we love, 34331|And see how thou didst love them and work for us; 34331|And if thou didst love them, could it be to do 34331|The things we ask, 34331|And give the things we ask? 34331|What will I do? 34331|I'll not love you, any more. 34331|I'll not be good to you. 34331|But, sweet, do what I can.' 34331|'Why dost thou speak 34331|So strangely to me? 34331|Dost love me, then, then?' 34331|The sky shines out so clear, the moon is in the sky, 34331|And it is beautiful to be so near the fire; 34331|But I know that somewhere, somewhere far away, 34331|Love goes weeping and is looking out for me. 34331|When my dear love comes to me after my walk's done, 34331|And smiles at the old porch and old walls and old stuff, 34331|The old chairs, the old table, and the old chair on the wall, 34331|And looks out over the house--I feel like a bird. 34331|I know that somewhere, somewhere far away, 34331|Love goes weeping and is looking out for me. 34331|When my dear love comes to me after my walk's done, 34331|And sits at the door, and listens for my feet, 34331|And flings old things about the old room to burn, 34331|I know that somewhere, somewhere far away, 34331|Love goes weeping and is looking out for me. 34331|The window faces the yard, 34331|And I go by my darling's side 34331|To meet the morning sun, 34331|As it rises from the garden 34331|And joins the lines of light 34331|Along the western sky. 34331|My darling does not greet me, 34331|She does not hear my call, 34331|But hides her face within her hands 34331|And curls her golden hair, 34331|And then before my feet she hastens 34331|And down the path doth go, 34331|And I behold her in the wood 34331|Where she began her play, 34331|And then I follow where she led 34331|Along the dappled green, 34331|Till she came to a brook where the brook flows, 34331|And the brook flows to the sea, 34331|Where it sings in the moonlight bright 34331|To a sleeping rivulet. 34331|I took the bough to win her 34331|That grew among the trees, 34331|I bended down the stems deep, 34331|And brought them into the brook, 34331|And it was over. 34331|Then the water ran in the boat, 34331|And the waves ran beside, 34331|And I saw the baby's lips 34331|And I loved her there. 34331|My dearling and her mother 34331|They are singing ======================================== SAMPLE 14540 ======================================== 24869|Brought forth with a sad face, and mourned the woe. 24869|Then did it rage and riot, and the rain 24869|Filled all the valleys, and the sky was drenched, 24869|And the thick clouds of dampness, dark and thick, 24869|Pelted the ground with water, and the sun 24869|Came showering the hail from off the mountain side. 24869|The people, by such a night of fear 24869|Deluged, came forth at sunrise in town, 24869|With many a wail that mingled with the sound 24869|Of wailing waters through a troubled air. 24869|They found the King of Gods in solitude, 24869|Worn out with cares and labours of the day, 24869|Worn out with toil and labouring toil 24869|For no apparent end, the while his eyes 24869|Rested on the clouds of woe that rolled 24869|Like waters rushing down a mountain height: 24869|“Woe, woe, for Ráma: in his anguish he views 24869|O’erlooking heaven and earth, and yet will see 24869|No end to his long toil. O! let him rest 24869|To-day of this dreary grief. His spirit, he 24869|Will, if the Gods in the dark worlds abide, 24869|Foretold the future fate of all his race. 24869|His face is like a cloud: his brows are grey. 24869|But we can only guess at birth and death, 24869|For his unerring vision sees naught but wrath. 24869|His look is sad, his eye is troubled sore, 24869|And the long hair, o’er his forehead piled, 24869|Sighs at the pangs of his devouring grief. 24869|As one whose angry soul is filled 24869|With thoughts which can neither rest nor stay, 24869|His heart with grief is full, his eyes with fire. 24869|As one grown old and full of years, 24869|He is of mighty men, I ween, 24869|Who feels his frame with spirit fraught, 24869|But cannot find a quiet seat. 24869|With heavy sighs, he calls, and sobs, 24869|And, all his spirit quivering, groans, 24869|As though his strength were now grown blind, 24869|And his eyesight dimmed, and his sight nigh snapped, 24869|With his dear friends, who know him well. 24869|O, what is life like here below? 24869|We know not, but our sorrows here 24869|Are worse than words which speak the pain 24869|Made palpable by grief and loss. 24869|The woe the soul of Ráma feels 24869|Comes not from any hand or breast; 24869|But Sítá’s grief the woe is wrought 24869|Through the great death of her lord, 24869|Who fell in battle, like a God, 24869|Beside the hundred-oared vessel.” 24869|Then to an inner room the pair 24869|Of angels moved whose names are known, 24869|And reached the spacious room and stood 24869|Before its lord whose glory was, 24869|And the great lord of heavenly light, 24869|The heavenly-votful Vidarbha’s King. 24869|He gazed with wide-eyed reverence 24869|On a bright car that shone from far, 24869|And on his offspring, both, arrayed 24869|In dazzling glory on the tree, 24869|Which, as they gazed, the Vánar bands 24869|Arose in joyful tambour’s cry, 24869|And Ráma with the flower-de-luce(974) 24869|Spake thus, his captive in his breast: 24869|“Welcome, and see the King is mine. 24869|The Lord of hosts, the Lord of Speech, 24869|I sought from far to gain release 24869|From this my woes and sufferings: 24869|And, glad in this great glad amends, 24869|The Vánar host, our guest and guide, 24869|My captive in his heart I see 24869|Won by my ======================================== SAMPLE 14550 ======================================== 16452|The hero-warriors of the Argive train 16452|Of Ilium first encounter'd him afar, 16452|In the Achaian camp, on a low spot 16452|Of ground where he sat not, but on rock 16452|By Pallas' altar sate. Nor would he, 16452|The son of Menoetius, that the word 16452|Of Jove's high pleasure might be thus performed, 16452|With eager voice implor'd the warrior-king; 16452|But not with so much vigor as he spake, 16452|But that the Gods, who in the form divine 16452|Had all prepared for him, on a sudden 16452|His valiant soul, by terror fired, he fill'd, 16452|And, thus imploring, cried aloud: 16452|Ah! never did my soul, in all the wanderings 16452|Of this vast wilderness, behold a more 16452|Bolder than yourself, who, now, these walls o'erthrong'd, 16452|In no uncertain contest of a race 16452|Full faced with dangers, nor in manly force 16452|Allured at all to rash expedition. 16452|But, now, ye now have all this world, my friends, 16452|For, as to one who in his youthful days 16452|Hath seen the past ages stand, so stand these walls, 16452|Both now and never again, secure 16452|From all assault and conquest, and from war 16452|Those Achaean hosts who now are slain. 16452|Then answer from the well-appointed Chief I made. 16452|Oh, Sire! a Chief like mine who has been slain 16452|By Hector had been of a renowned fame, 16452|Now should in war, in all renown, be dead. 16452|Hector, who in my service lately stood 16452|O'er all the sons of Greece, shall never more 16452|In the fierce war this arm prevail, and all 16452|My spear, no, not though the winds were all still 16452|In winter-time, as they were in that old day, 16452|Should fail my body, and the clouds above 16452|With falling showers should still unbind the bow. 16452|In my own tent I sit, and in my tent 16452|The sons of Greece are gathered, who to fight 16452|Have come prepared, and with them Hector's self. 16452|But say, illustrious Chief! shall not the son 16452|Of Tydeus, Nestor, with his warrior band, 16452|His brother-warriors, and his sister's son, 16452|The Thracian Dardanian, all, come here 16452|To meet our warlike folk, in hope to take 16452|A Chief to his own bands of horse no less? 16452|Brave as they are, they know not the way home 16452|By which to reach you. Be it yours to find 16452|A host all valiant, brave and skilful to slay 16452|With hand unskill'd, and from his van return 16452|To Ilium. But since to these my tent 16452|I have sent them, here I summon you all. 16452|I would exhort you, all who will not go, 16452|To arms; for I will prove to you, myself, 16452|Hector and all his Trojan followers 16452|A man indeed.--But Chief of worthier strain! 16452|Achilles, go, though with me much preferr'd. 16452|Whom now the Gods in council and in field 16452|Vouchsafe him counsels by the mighty Ruler 16452|Neptune, and that high-favored chief who dwells 16452|In Pallas' sacred temple, Neptune; and the son 16452|Of Ocean, King Proilus, and thou, 16452|Thee for all future victory to thee accord. 16452|For Jove bids not that thou, at thy father's nod, 16452|Bring to the onset of the fight a few 16452|Of all the Myrmidonian maids the bravest, 16452|Of whom the fairest and the noblest are. 16452|To thee, whose wisdom and discernment both, 16452|And with the Gods in council, are not far'd. 16452|So spake Achilles, and with ======================================== SAMPLE 14560 ======================================== May 22421|Her charms be all aflare. 22421|Now at thy feet I'll fall. 22421|The world is all before me: 22421|And I will find my lady: 22421|Wake she, and give me kiss. 22421|In this last-mentioned place, 22421|I'll sup and weep till I; 22421|Lament, and then I'll go 22421|And go before my mistress. 22421|_Germ._ The third letter of this chapter only is signed "St. Germains and the 22421|That all the world was good to him, 22421|For which God sends the Devil. 22421|In that place the Devil does rest 22421|'Gainst him is none ava, 22421|But, when him wanteth power, he 22421|Himself doth love him best. 22421|If any one find it hard, 22421|To do his Master's will, 22421|Weeping it can his will do, 22421|And give it more than he. 22421|When He has doffed his vesture black 22421|All for a night or two; 22421|If He wear it again for two 22421|Weeping that day we see. 22421|No nightingale now sings and plays 22421|More music than the nightingale; 22421|Each one has bankes of pearls in his hair, 22421|And rings in his finger tips. 22421|In all things that are not gold, 22421|There's none so new or fine; 22421|He is the only coin of worth, 22421|So the King's Bible most. 22421|_Chorus of Theosophists._ 22421|The King's Bible is worth all gold; 22421|And every one that it gives 22421|Pays for each day he has not spent 22421|The King a tribute of thanks. 22421|_Theosophy_, _Theosophical doctrine_. 22421|Sorrow, I do confess, is thy birth, 22421|But I do hope it may not be 22421|Unwelcome there 22421|Unto my sweet, 22421|Because I do confess that I 22421|Thy father were. 22421|Sighs, sighs, that are very tears. 22421|_Sighs are only like petals of the rose 22421|Which come and go with the day_. 22421|The giddy train that throng in vain 22421|Hath all a mighty train around; 22421|Some part to rhyme are like to run, 22421|Most like to dance. 22421|The first, the phoenix, flirting here; 22421|The other, the fire-fly, there. 22421|The furies, in a different sort. 22421|The rest are such, or like to be, 22421|But none so famous as they. 22421|No other people in the world, 22421|But are the dearest, most divine; 22421|Who are not thus are 22421|The slaves of chance, 22421|And the true-love, 22421|Or the fables 22421|Of the world, 22421|Which in a trice, 22421|Like to the roses, 22421|They bring out of their sepulchre. 22421|But thou, fair Faun, art like 22421|To the sun-shine, to the spring, 22421|To the flower-clogs their own sun; 22421|Thy bright eyes, thy mouth, thy hands; 22421|That neither do offend 22421|The dearest parts of these three (though 22421|With the rest they are well arrayed); 22421|Yet are they the most 22421|Distinguished of all the four. 22421|The third, the hawk, is bird, and thus 22421|Applies the names to each one's case; 22421|While thou, thou doest most affront 22421|Every thing else by thy surpassing. 22421|Now, my dear Erycine, I pray 22421|That with the sacred-pidder you'll join, 22421|As much as I do, 22421|That you may do the same, 22421|If not quite, quite rather, in this line. ======================================== SAMPLE 14570 ======================================== 8187|Away in the West--and the sun is gone 8187|To the regions where, beneath that palm, 8187|The wild-flowers of the West are born. 8187|In the days when Love gave all he had, 8187|To woo his daughter, he was gone; 8187|And the world looked upon him with love 8187|And bid him come back, like-beaming, fair. 8187|When last Love came back, he was young, 8187|As now he is old and gray; 8187|He'd lived the happiest years of his life. 8187|But the bloom was vanished, too, of his face:-- 8187|Oh, you who can look, in the fading light, 8187|Through the veil of night, can not see the shine 8187|The bright eyes cast up to the stars above-- 8187|Oh, you who might--think of the pain then coming, 8187|Before Love was but a name or a dream!-- 8187|Think of his grief when his dear bride looked cold, 8187|The little light-eyed maiden--oh! cold! 8187|Oh, he's thinking of her, and thinking, 8187|With an eye that's still as a star, of his 8187|Pale daughter--oh, pale! with an eye that's still! 8187|Oh, he's thinking of her, and thinking, 8187|While the moon from her face looks low, of his 8187|Pale daughter--oh, pale! with an eye that's still! 8187|The heart of the maiden is heavy and low, 8187|And her arms lie round her as if she prayed 8187|They were clasped about _her_ once, and not _him_. 8187|For Love is a living, breathing spirit; 8187|And should not the soul _of_ the living be near 8187|The _head_ of the dead--God grant it so!-- 8187|The heart of the maiden is heavy and low, 8187|And her arms lie round her as if she prayed, 8187|For _him_, she was once the fair, young child 8187|Of _a_ Love--oh, he's thinking of her, and thinking, 8187|So full of the dreams that he dreamed of her, 8187|That he cannot bring back to mind the last, 8187|Sorrowful words she hath spoken to him. 8187|Oh, the poor love! oh, oh, how he loathes it-- 8187|In his heart alone--oh, he will sleep not, now! 8187|All through the day was the sunbeams: 8187|How the maiden with a tear, 8187|When she saw the sunset come; 8187|And her arms, she said, were a shroud-- 8187|A shroud, she said to her lover, 8187|And she could feel in the midst 8187|The soft breeze that came from the west, 8187|Like a sigh from that heart of hers. 8187|But the sun was a star,--it rose 8187|So still, and so great, and so pale! 8187|Oh, it will be a dream in the night, 8187|She thought, as she gazed to him; 8187|When as a shroud--for the soul, alas! 8187|Must be but a shroud, ere long-- 8187|Was made of the golden light. 8187|And oh, her lover was pale again,-- 8187|Too pale! but not for fear,--he said, 8187|And drew her to him, one last kiss-- 8187|For she was aye there, oh, he said, 8187|At his side when the light ended. 8187|Now, the sweet maid was in tears, 8187|With her eyes half-lifted _there_, 8187|And, oh, God, if the child 8187|That was his own for such years 8187|Had never been known unto her-- 8187|Had never been known unto her! 8187|Now, ah, can she think it _might_ be 8187|That she should have seen him thus? 8187|But, oh, her grief and her tears, 8187|But, ah, her death, with her death, 8187|Were then at his side--at his side 8187|When her eyes had ======================================== SAMPLE 14580 ======================================== 19221|Which they of old, 19221|With awe on the mountains gazing, 19221|For the first time 19221|Beheld the far-resplendent glory 19221|Of the light 19221|That from summer clouds is dawning; 19221|The morning star-- 19221|Who now was lagging behind, 19221|But that his hourly race was over, 19221|And that to-morrow's morn might see him coming, 19221|He would slacken his pace; 19221|And would to you-- 19221|Dear children,-- 19221|Rouse, let us away. 19221|And so let us away. 19221|O keep your vows, and-- 19221|Take another kiss, my dear, 19221|And one more greeting from me; 19221|That we together may travel 19221|By the wayside path, 19221|From hence, till we meet again.... 19221|Keep your vows! 19221|And bring me my harp again; 19221|My dear loved Nancy, come again; 19221|I'll sing you a wild song, in praise of old, 19221|That so oft hath pleased me: 19221|That so oft hath pleased me. 19221|For, young was I, and yet 19221|No one thought that I was young; 19221|And yet I loved you so, Nancy, Nancy, Nancy, 19221|That, when other men my love did gain, 19221|I thought I was with you in bliss: 19221|That, when any thought was given to me, 19221|To love you more and more, 19221|And my true love you loved, Nancy, Nancy, 19221|In wilder thought I never meant: 19221|In wilder thought I never meant. 19221|In my young years, when I alone had lived, 19221|I had not a dove a roost, but we did fly: 19221|And when I think how many gentle friends 19221|Have past us in this life of sorrow and pain, 19221|And the sweet heart with sin and misery dol'd, 19221|I love you so, Nancy, Nancy, dearly dear! 19221|In my young years, when a young heart did beat, 19221|I had not a friend to guide me on the way; 19221|For, whether I walked, or sat, or toiled, 19221|My heart was in my youth friends were always near. 19221|Now I think, though I never could see, hear, 19221|Touch, taste, smell, think, or feel, or think again, 19221|How I wasted a dear friend--for what can live 19221|A little space where it is touched and plann'd? 19221|And all the fond love I did lose thereat---- 19221|O, Nancy, Nancy, dear beloved Nancy, 19221|That never did miss me, though I hurried away! 19221|Then where is my lost pride? and where my joy? 19221|Where is my youth? and where my dear devoted mind? 19221|Nay, Nancy, let me love! 19221|Love is the spring of our strength; 19221|It is the freshness of youth: 19221|It is the fullness of love: 19221|The sun of our eyes, the wind of our breath. 19221|Nay, Nancy, let me love! 19221|Love is the spring of our hope; 19221|It is the breath of our trust: 19221|It is the living breath of our hope 19221|Nay, Nancy, let me love! 19221|Love is the spring of our trust; 19221|It is the living breath of our hope 19221|To life and the light of the day; 19221|It is life's breath that we breathe: 19221|To life and the light of the day. 19221|We may love in a hundred ways; 19221|We may wed in a hundred rings; 19221|We may swim in a hundred tides; 19221|We may tarry at a hundred lin; 19221|We may pray in a hundred ways; 19221|We may be down, or up, or down; 19221|We may give, or we may not give: 19221|And if we've had our old love, 19221|We may weep, or ======================================== SAMPLE 14590 ======================================== 10602|But soon the moon was eclips'd, which made the skye 10602|In shadowed watry look farre more grey. 10602|And then the night is passed, that past away; 10602|And all the rest aboute was wrapt in dark, 10602|Till to the fyrst part of the moon it was: 10602|All stars, and sun, and day, and night, behold 10602|Huge shadows hanging over twinkling bars. 10602|So comes it, but for wanting of these 10602|The world were now an hundred times lesse; 10602|For every part is now so few, that here, 10602|If earth were in the upper most, we should be: 10602|So that, when this world had finished, litle 10602|Was half of that which next was begun; 10602|And then there seemed to hover some in air 10602|And some were falling downe; and then to spred 10602|The ground, the land was thought by this to come, 10602|And then the hills were seen to lower downe. 10602|So this great miracle do I entreat, 10602|So this great mystery doth my wits confound: 10602|To whom God shall himselfe declare. 10602|"But loe! how different from the nature 10602|Of things, which I have said above, 10602|If that which is below thereon 10602|Turnes the heavens selfe unto fire, 10602|And that which is above take thought of nought, 10602|Being all in dissension bound!" 10602|So oft the sun himselfe hath mended his owne, 10602|When his ablution the world doth so mend, 10602|That he himselfe his selfe mended eueryth, 10602|In the high heauen of that bright world: 10602|And then the skies were red, and then the sun 10602|Was change to the moon, and then th'heavens waxed 10602|Innesse of him which in hem sate at first, 10602|And of his owne faire eyes a light did light, 10602|And out of his owne fair eyes lighted th'heavens more. 10602|Yet this was not the whole motion of the God, 10602|Which in that change took in the heaven with his, 10602|That was the greatest to that soule in whom 10602|That which is in him vayne and vanitie. 10602|For then his light (which was all in him) 10602|Was like to that of Venus in this world, 10602|But fairer, because it was as shee shalbe. 10602|The moones so farre, the hills so high, 10602|The sun, the moon, and all the rest, 10602|Doe not excel this heauenly fowle, 10602|That in her course with speedles staunched 10602|And tired of that shee must needs retire, 10602|And as shee swelleth to be at rest, 10602|So this faire soule doeth her to rest: 10602|And as shee riseth, shee is so nigh; 10602|That the world, which still with wonder grieves, 10602|Can well beholde how this goodly fowle 10602|Is shaken to the very earth, 10602|By her great weight, so that in height 10602|It seems to be a little spheare: 10602|And as shee swelleth to be at rest, 10602|I fynd it none but the rereaterers 10602|Would of anie thing so great softely 10602|Bewaile their eyes, which to behold 10602|Would make them somtimes to weepe and pant 10602|For space, and pant for sight of her, 10602|And for the space which is to them a weepe; 10602|For sight of that which they doe adore, 10602|And which at times the heaven above 10602|Will make all nature to appeare, 10602|Will make the heavens pant to be at rest. 10602|These wondrous mountains are so high and strong, 10602|That to be th'art they most doth amazide; 10602|Whence it is an ======================================== SAMPLE 14600 ======================================== 18396|Auld gray-beard wi' the quavering tongue, 18396|Wha langs in Ponton oot, 18396|Wha 's like to find his hairt sae strak' 18396|Wi' the quaverin' tongue o' Fergus 18396|The mither of our ain James. 18396|Auld gray-bearded wi' the squintin' e'e, 18396|The kirk-men are gaun to gie thee a'! 18396|Wha 's aften claes wi' the lave cheek, 18396|Wha aften wides mair than yon, 18396|Wha aften hauds his faucht, and then weaves 18396|Wi' the lang, lang tongs o' Fergus. 18396|A luve ewe wi' the hair o' her brak, 18396|Wha 's in her micht as weel's she had, 18396|Wha ne'er sees her mither grah o' gude, 18396|Wha ne'er 's to gie his flichterin' tongue 18396|La! thou canna be maist luveless brock. 18396|Wi' the spinnin' o' your lang, lang fingers, 18396|Ye 'll soon gang doun thy braw stanes, 18396|An' thou 'rt aye to win thy ain fare, 18396|Wha, in auld Langshire, canna be Maist. 18396|What wad ye think? I was but a lad, 18396|When a' was fowk about me a'; 18396|Yet I lo'e auld or young wha will, 18396|Sae fit to gang, aye let me be. 18396|Sic folk were sae twice as happy auld, 18396|As is now the law in this town, 18396|Wi' the spinnin' o't or the whunstane, 18396|I trow thou 'rt noa fit eneugh. 18396|My name is Mess John, gude to both my aunts; 18396|The fairest man that ever ye did see; 18396|I'm sure thou 'lt grant me to be thy wife, 18396|Or I'le drive thee frae me this day. 18396|But if thou canna, by gracious fate, 18396|This life wad be very mony a bliss: 18396|I'll gang thee daily dayes, and day, 18396|This night thou must the wardrobes mend: 18396|And I will gie thy candle light, 18396|And make thee mantel-cases requir'd, 18396|Wi' silver fanquis, silver pipe, 18396|And gowd sae wif like thysel wi' gleems, 18396|A bonnie boddice to garrete, 18396|And be her dopper and her boddice. 18396|O! thou art a sair kind of man! 18396|I lo'e thee more THAN bliss alone: 18396|And I maun leave my auld father's dwelling, 18396|To have in my hands a poor child's love; 18396|For thou art a lovely child, fair as Belle, 18396|A bonnie, plump, pretty, plump young woman. 18396|And O, if the world wad let me but go, 18396|And make me LUCY VALE my guide, 18396|And I were fair as Dian's daughter, 18396|I lo'e it--wishful, I lo'e it so! 18396|I could be like Dian's daughter, 18396|That lovely young woman, LUCY VALE, 18396|And e'en enjoy the pleasures I enjoy, 18396|Saying, "This life is best as Dian's daughter, 18396|While LOVE and I can live on the lees, 18396|And eat up the evening for food, 18396|Wi' O, but the maid, a bonnie daughter." 18396|Yestreen I saw a woman very fair, 18396|A wife, and thou wert she for certain; 18396|For that thou cam'st wi' a woman's face, 18396|To seek a wife, the fairest I see; ======================================== SAMPLE 14610 ======================================== 3698|Where a gay young wife has won the love 3698|Of many a handsome and good-natured youth.-- 3698|It may be the young farmer's darling child, 3698|With his white hair flowing high behind, 3698|And his soft-toned cheek, and the light of his eye 3698|Full of something above its truth and its worth; 3698|Or it may be the fair young wife, 3698|With her own dark brown eyes, and her own bright brown, 3698|And a face and a fashion so new that, were it not 3698|The portrait of the new and the fair, 3698|It would bring forth a nation of wonderment! 3698|Nor is it aught but his fault who goes hence 3698|As his fair daughter to the school of grief, 3698|In the midst of her young and her bewitching play 3698|By the wayside, half-nude and half-fed, 3698|While she tries the flowers' bitter breath 3698|At the grass' edge with hands as light 3698|As the little hand of any child under six, 3698|As the bright round hand of any six, 3698|While weeping and laughing, 3698|And laughing and weeping, 3698|As if in their mothers' arms they should fall asleep. 3698|But, when they find they are weak, with long years she must die; 3698|Her tender mother sees the tender mother's pain, 3698|But no help for her father's sickness that could not rest. 3698|The father's wife takes her children to her bed, 3698|And in the midst of the world's tumult she goes there, 3698|And her sweet white hand to the father's breast doth go, 3698|And the father finds her, 3698|And asks if he well 3698|Her babe sleeps, 3698|With nothing of mischief keeping his quiet dreams; 3698|To his breast, that is folded so close about, 3698|She turns her pale child with an innocent surprise, 3698|And he loves her like all the other things he sees. 3698|He hears her soft tones singing and pleasing, 3698|He hears his daughter, as if her beauty were his own, 3698|His darling in sooth, but as if all love was his own. 3698|O sweet and young was she as an angel may be, 3698|And beautiful on her lips as her face in the air. 3698|Her voice was like the music of the spheres; 3698|'Twas music on which the winds would prevail, 3698|While in her cheeks were bright colours of heaven 3698|And in her eyes a soft look, but in her heart 3698|Was as sweetest, as she loved him best of all. 3698|Her cheeks were like the mottled hills of his fair domain, 3698|The fairest, or the least of all birds there; 3698|And her voice was like the choral of the winds; 3698|'Twas music from her own soft voice of love, 3698|That in his soul would ever ever pass, 3698|As in his were the highest, the humblest aught, 3698|Till the full rapture would overflow his heart, 3698|For he was loved, and he was good, no more 3698|Save as the heart in him, and as sweet as the dew. 3698|And they who think her short and modest, 3698|His mother, that was dear, 3698|Will call her as if she is his wife, 3698|And yet, no doubt, his child, 3698|For very shame, she would not have her own 3698|Unless he called her as her mother,-- 3698|And, my good friend, you are right 3698|That, were a love this high, this loving, 3698|He had no care for me, 3698|And that his heart had no part 3698|Till that I came, I am sure 3698|That I was as happy as any tree 3698|That builds on earth, and lives on earth, 3698|For in myself I would no change, 3698|Unless I was like him and his son, 3698|And, like me, were as kind and just and true. 3698|What would he gain, but that, as I said, 36 ======================================== SAMPLE 14620 ======================================== 24216|"Is she the one that I have loved?" 24216|Then all the rest turned pale, and gazed, 24216|All at the sight that startled them. 24216|All the world's wide course round the sun 24216|They saw the rainbow in the sky, 24216|And hear the dashing of the rain, 24216|And see the cloudlet sail away. 24216|"Is it the maiden that I have lost?" 24216|Then, through the deep twilight, they saw 24216|Two white sparrows sailing fast, 24216|One on its feather, and the other 24216|On the lone wave of the sea.-- 24216|"Oh! is it thou, my love, my own, 24216|That hast followed so far to me?" 24216|Oh! what a sorrow, as the day went by, 24216|To see the pale-faced maiden pass! 24216|For oft, where her sad eyes had fallen, 24216|The wistful, wandering sparrows came. 24216|The maiden, when she heard the sparrows' wings, 24216|She said would see, but never came, 24216|But went with tears across the sea, 24216|While she, the sweetest of all things, 24216|A lone sea-spoon took from her lap, 24216|And left it on a lone lonely beach. 24216|But, in the evening, when the twilight fell 24216|On many a world and many a home, 24216|From a dark cloud she emerged again, 24216|And with sweet voices prayed for peace. 24216|For the sorrowing and sorrowful maid 24216|Was there, and bowed her mournful head; 24216|And the white sparrows flew around, 24216|And there the winds of autumn blew, 24216|And, with a plaintive voice, she said: 24216|"Oh, that thy lovely voice was mute. 24216|Oh, that thy lovely name had died 24216|Like summer clouds in the early air?" 24216|Then the gentle maid bent down and said, 24216|"Oh! my own sparrow, fly you home! 24216|Fly home to thee!" and you know 24216|That, under boughs and flowers and leaf, 24216|With many a piteous sigh, 24216|And eyes that were wet into tears, 24216|She left a path of sighs, 24216|When on earth she heard the wail 24216|As the wind, mournful, wailed to-day. 24216|Oh! the sun, who shines in beauty 24216|With eyes full of calm light, 24216|Where are you hiding? 24216|Come, come away! 24216|Oh! what strange beauty, 24216|Through the clouds that are sweeping! 24216|Oh! what strange beauty, 24216|With hair as soft as snow, 24216|And lips that have so many smiles! 24216|Come, come away! 24216|Oh! what strange beauty, 24216|Through the clouds that are falling! 24216|Oh! what strange beauty, 24216|With feet as swift as the blast, 24216|And hair that hath many a blush! 24216|Come, come away! 24216|Oh! what strange beauty, 24216|Through the clouds that are blowing! 24216|Oh! what strange beauty, 24216|With hair so thin and brown, 24216|And brow as clear as if you were 24216|The Queen of Heaven's garden! 24216|Come, come away, away, away! 24216|Oh! what strange beauty 24216|Through the clouds that are falling! 24216|And a heart to love and be loved, 24216|And a voice to speak, and a smile, and a hand to hold, 24216|And a pathway for thee to go, and an ear 24216|Of crystal to be crystal as fair as the fay 24216|That dwells at the end of heaven's garden! 24216|To thy sparrow-peak let there be said 24216|Long years hence, when I, in song and sight, 24216|See where thy sparrow, wild and free, 24216|Rises on high, and sings in love 24216|The song of its own wild will, 24216|And makes its heaven of earth. ======================================== SAMPLE 14630 ======================================== 2819|They say the dogs in Flanders are wild 2819|But this is nothing to the Boche. . . . 2819|If I had a gun of my own 2819|You might hear the Boches a-comin' 2819|Down on the road a-travelin' 2819|To where the mines are hidin' . . . 2819|The Boche and the English will meet 'em 2819|As long as they can stand 'em,-- 2819|In the trenches dug by the French 2819|It's never too bad to be dead! 2819|When the sun is gone and the stars are pale, 2819|When we hear the wounded prattle, "Oh, God!" 2819|And the women weep, "Oh, God! Oh, God!" 2819|When the light of the moon is white and grey, 2819|And the spirits of the dead are low, 2819|With mantles drawing to the light of day 2819|We climb the hill to the valley below. 2819|The light is growing clearer and clearer, 2819|Clear and cool and still and bright and deep; 2819|And far below us, in the quiet night, 2819|The spirits of the dead in their sleep are laid. 2819|And "Sleep, sleep, sleep," they say, "all ye dead!" 2819|And our guide says, "Life is frail and narrow; 2819|Follow ye the tall gray stalks of shrapnel 2819|Across the long gray shining road 2819|To the valley below!" 2819|In all the fighting days of yore,-- 2819|As now, where the trench-lines meet, 2819|In the shining dawn's broad white-grey, 2819|That is the night we start from home: 2819|That is the night we start from heart,-- 2819|That is the beginning of wrong. 2819|In our boots of old Spanish leather, 2819|As we climbed the hill up alleys gray, 2819|Like a woman in a man's soul, 2819|We started old Chávez from his grave. 2819|Now the days are far, and cold, and gray,-- 2819|And yet to do an utter wrong; 2819|And over the stifling earth we cling, 2819|And lean our faces up to the sky: 2819|And we pray God to let us rise, 2819|And right a long night's wrong once more! 2819|Ay, there are wrongs we must right once more! 2819|What care we for heaven or hell? 2819|He has called us, comrades, from the sleep 2819|Of battle, into the mirthful air 2819|Of gardens, as the dewless May 2819|Bends above the dewy corn! 2819|Now in our hearts the music rises 2819|Like the far murmuring of the sea, 2819|Or the long blossom of the corn, 2819|Thrilling and glad, as one may see, 2819|Under the summer's mist. 2819|Here's the song of the soldier's soul, 2819|The song he sings when earth and sky 2819|Are singing to him back again 2819|The songs he sung of old time. 2819|He knows the land where the flowers are,-- 2819|Where the young grass blows in sun and shower, 2819|And the lone red hawthorn in the dew-bowed corn 2819|Seems rising upward from the waste,-- 2819|Where the sun-burnt grasses slope 2819|Through the grasses of the valley deep, 2819|As by some lone mountain glade 2819|The lark may soaring, and the swallows fly, 2819|And the moon-rosy dusk is shed; 2819|Where the sweet wild winds sing, and the stars shine out, 2819|And the lake lies silent in the beam,-- 2819|There the spirit, where his breath shall grow, 2819|Is still at the great peace of God! 2819|When the morning rosy-bosom'd, 2819|The green moss did cast forth bloom, 2819|White cockles in the lake did strew, 2819|And silver stars like flakes of foam, 2819|Lilacs of daffodil. 2819|When ======================================== SAMPLE 14640 ======================================== 1031|And, at her side 1031|The pale one pale, 1031|But, in her hand 1031|The red heart-shaped kiss 1031|Of Love that gave. 1031|They came in their night-gowns, and they leaned them over the side, 1031|They had seen too much to fear, but the day brought too much to see; 1031|It came on boughy and stone, but it came in the morning light, 1031|And in the dim white light 1031|There was never a cloud on the sky, and never a wave on the sea: 1031|And we were the kings of the night, but we were the foot soldiers of light, 1031|And the storm that swept over us 1031|And the sun that smote us 1031|Smote like a song from a singer 1031|On a world-wide march of praise: 1031|We were the singers of music unrolled by a song divine, 1031|And we marched in crimson and gold 1031|Arm-in-arm, knee-deep in the mud, 1031|With a song to die for overhead, 1031|And a song for our children to hear. 1031|And the sea that we trampled in gleamed in the lamplight's gleam. 1031|We did not dream that a world should have cared as we cared now 1031|That we died for the right 1031|And the right of man's right 1031|With a song for our children to die. 1031|The night was red in the lamplight's gleam, 1031|And the sea swam over us, 1031|And over our dead with a song to die, 1031|But in the darkness the stars peered. 1031|And the night is fled in the lamplight's gleam, 1031|And the night is gone with a kiss: 1031|And over our dead in the darkness the stars peered. 1031|And the stars are loth to depart, 1031|But a little shadow came 1031|Twixt the lamplight's and our dying-glow, 1031|And the shadow fell between: 1031|And the lamplight fled in the darkness the stars peered. 1031|And the stars were loth to depart, 1031|But the little shadow came 1031|Twixt the lamplight and our dying-glow, 1031|And the shadow leaned over. 1031|And the stars were loth to depart, 1031|But a little shadow leaned, 1031|Twixt the lamplight and our dying-glow, 1031|And the shadow fell over. 1031|I have a little black cock (the breed's M.A.), 1031|And a little grey bull for my little black bull; 1031|But for my little grey bull the little cock would do, 1031|And my little cock would pull and I'd pull and I'd pull, 1031|While he lay on the hay with the little cock beside, 1031|Telling me stories of the little grey bull and the cock. 1031|It was a long, long lane to the bush (my little grey bull), 1031|With the brown bush a circle, and the kangaroo camp, 1031|And I pushed the cockney rabbit up the ridge of the lane, 1031|And I chased the kangaroo up the ridge of the lane, 1031|And the dog lay dead in our lane when I stepped over the line, 1031|But the little cockney's eyes were blind, and the little cockney's eyes were blind, 1031|Till I knocked him out with a kick to his little grey bull, 1031|Where he lay as snug as a bug in the hay at his back. 1031|And a dog he will learn, if he wakes at the knocker of the door, 1031|To kick a dog that is a no, to kick a dog that is no, 1031|So I'll carry my little cockney over to the wall, 1031|If he wakes with a kick, or a whimper, or a whimper, or a whimper, 1031|If he wakes at night with a whimper or a whimper or a whimper, 1031|A-hooting and a-clinging, a-clucking and a-clinging, 1031|Then I'll come under the wall, ======================================== SAMPLE 14650 ======================================== 21016|And some with laughter and some with tears, 21016|All in one body were awake, 21016|Till darkness closed their wandering eyes. 21016|The nightingale, which all the hills among 21016|Enamored sounds, when all our hearts are gay, 21016|Sings as if it were a thing we knew, 21016|A thing we knew that must be felt, or known, 21016|A thing which all the world is doing now. 21016|The wind has no more hope (what boots our dread?) 21016|Of finding comfort in his empty nest 21016|Than our hearts think of it, or thinking now. 21016|The moon is down 21016|And the birds are gone 21016|And the night is come 21016|And all life is wild 21016|To the last stream that runs; 21016|But we know, from the heart 21016|That makes the light 21016|To be strong to the last, 21016|There is something there 21016|That knows not time nor death. 21016|Hark! how the sound of the tide is drowned, 21016|And the birds are fled to sleep in the sea, 21016|The sound of the tide is drowned, and the night 21016|Is over and done with, and the day begun. 21016|We are weary, we are weary, as it is, 21016|And our souls are all in a restless sleep 21016|We must not wake, nor ever our eyes 21016|Behold the sun or what is passing fair. 21016|We have left the land of clay and are grown old; 21016|We are grown cold, with the bitter dew of change, 21016|And the long way that leads us adown to die, 21016|We must not go straight to the grave. 21016|We have left the shore where the waters run low, 21016|And we are grown poor in the world of men, 21016|And in the world of God, what is there to us? 21016|As old men grow frail, so must we be dearer 21016|As these hearts hold true friendship still with God. 21016|There is no change in the world to-day 21016|Save the change of the wind in the sea; 21016|There is no gift to offer here 21016|Save the gift of life; and we would die 21016|Ere the gift of life should depart. 21016|We are old,--we too old, I know 21016|When our hearts are young. 21016|Life is short, and youth is long, 21016|As the days run. 21016|We are old,--we too old, O Lord, 21016|And we pray Thee keep us young. 21016|A little breath for a little child, 21016|A piece of that old treasure called "good-will" 21016|To him who was growing old, one time, 21016|In the dark days of the century ago, 21016|Is something. 21016|We are old, and so must come to rest, 21016|And our little children must be strong, 21016|And our spirits are high. 21016|As one leaves the scene, one comes unto one's heart,-- 21016|Who has known the tear, the sigh, the hour when pain's in earnest? 21016|We are old,--we too old, O Lord, 21016|With the bitter dew of time. 21016|Our lips are quiet, our eyes are dim, 21016|We are worn and weak,--like those who have been taught 21016|To dream of the joys that cannot come to all-- 21016|We are old,--we too old, O Lord, 21016|With the long way that leads to the dim shore 21016|Of the strange, sweet, distant, yet familiar night. 21016|God says one thing to one, and another to another,-- 21016|But we who have been taught 21016|God says, "Look up, but do no act of pride," 21016|Yet we say, and dream, and rejoice, 21016|God says, "Look down, but still wear the crown," 21016|Yet we dream and dream, and rejoice; 21016|God said, "Let my people eat and drink, 21016|For He my ways has led." 21016| ======================================== SAMPLE 14660 ======================================== 27441|His body and his mind: 27441|'O! wherefore did I love him thus?' 27441|She answered herself, 27441|'For a sort of reason, not for no reason.' 27441|She answered herself, 27441|'I'll leave that inquiry unto fate.' 27441|'O Mary, would you there were?' he said. 27441|'O, no, I would not, I would stay here.' 27441|'Would you that I were your father, too?' 27441|'You are so very strong.' 27441|'Then may your name be still 27441|The same; 'twere a kind of grief to lose it.' 27441|'O, no, I will!' she said, 27441|'I'll not be called your father now, fair maid.' 27441|'O, none, I will,' he said, 27441|'But only your wife's; and, if you love me, 27441|I'll love you when I am your husband.' 27441|But the other cried to Mary, 'Why did you call me?' 27441|'I thought I might have seen you at the play,' she said, 27441|'As soon as my morn.' 27441|'O, no, I did not,' he said, 27441|'And I have often said so.' 27441|'O, swear I saw you there at the play, Mary, 27441|As pretty as fair. 27441|'You would not have cried, 27441|Were I not your father?' 27441|'I might have,' said he. 27441|'Why did I then beget you?' 27441|'To have a mind upon it.' 27441|'O, you are a clever fellow, young fellow, 27441|And a good wife, 27441|But you ought not to go so.' 27441|'Oh, I did not,' she said, 27441|'And the time has come when I must die.' 27441|'O, swear I saw you there at the ball.' 27441|'O, no, I did not.' 27441|'O, swear that you have seen 27441|How the maidens laugh at my young jest.' 27441|'You were born, my good sir, in the year of God-speed, 27441|And I do believe in her father's words 27441|I was called about half-past nine on a Friday, 27441|And up from bed there came to me 27441|Two or three maids of all description, 27441|Each bearing on her arm 27441|Something of silken or of fashion. 27441|Of purple, crimson, blue, or white, 27441|They wore their veils close or unfurl, 27441|And each of them kept her veil before, 27441|That none might see me, sir, among them, 27441|Go up to bed, and lie there till night. 27441|They bound my brows with twining bands, 27441|Wound my feet with little strings, 27441|With beads or wimples, pale or bright, 27441|And my coat did for me nothing but bind; 27441|They wrapped my neck and my side with bands, 27441|And my head with rings or brocades; 27441|I told them I was all unwell, 27441|I said they'd take me to Katharine; 27441|I said my blood ran cold, 27441|They told me they'd wash me; I told them no such thing; 27441|Their kindness so moved my heart, 27441|Then to myself I said, Was that all, sir? 27441|And I was well, sir, in my sight; 27441|So they went to sleep with their veils on; 27441|And so they keep me still.' 27441|The following is a list of some of the early poems 27441|for which our authors are most grateful: 27441|for which, in general, the public would have found no greater 27441|expression than his best works; and they were frequently 27441|subtly expressed in his own way. 27441|For a history of his own life see page vii. 27441|with the following lines written by the Author to a little 27441|The following little poem with the above characteristics is a 27441|one of the most touching of ======================================== SAMPLE 14670 ======================================== 8789|But thou wert nigh upon thy third year, 8789|Whenas here within the sacred swamp 8789|A tale was told to Francis that bent 8789|Against the ancient Tintari. Such 8789|the rage of Thalaba toward his foe 8789|That he had hardly back the rope restored 8789|Before his adversary bade halt 8789|The water, and barred his steps with sand. 8789|But Francis his oars, by Jose's stroke, 8789|Had broken; and the billows rose aloft, 8789|Hissing, and then dipping forbs again. 8789|pair, and his sister, or else the daughter of Minos, who was 8789|part of Minos' palace, were slain by Diomedes. 8789|But of the rest none came to pass. There were 8789|Spirits, who serve at once both sun and moon, 8789|And gentle Venus, gentle as a dove, 8789|And Thetis, who with unremitting pains 8789|Her son her labourious task labours grants. 8789|Last, Lot serve for Metatron, and his seed, 8789|Son of the giant Rufus, and the cataract 8789|Which gave the city to the accursed folk. 8789|First, then, laid they down at once within 8789|The darksome fortress, mindful of their art, 8789|And pendant spears of iron upon their urns 8789|Left, as a memorial of their pains. 8789|No sooner upon the savages had fallen 8789|Their heavy slumber, but they woke and spied 8789|Their sires, and whence they lighted down to thee? 8789|Than view'd, with avarice, the flow of blood 8789|A river with victims drowned to gipsies: 8789|And perceiving, how the life-blood, that circulates 8789|All organs of the flesh, did stain with gore 8789|The desolate city, they of choice blood began 8789|(But to themselves) to draw the woe from thine; 8789|That they might wash out sin, which mocks thy care. 8789|"Ah! so may mercy-temper'd charity 8789|From our contagion clear!" my saith thy friend. 8789|But why of that illustration make thee? 8789|For, from our civil state indeed descending, 8789|Virtue shines at first like an endless beam, 8789|Forever level'd, unwearied, and more 8789|Then moonlight streaming upon waters clear, 8789|Which is the love which first made Mauricia blest; 8789|See then the fetters, which I mark'd to bound him. 8789|Yet oft he raised his hands to pray, for prayer 8789|Becomes unrelish'd if not well kept: whereat 8789|My guide, with gesture kind, began a song: 8789|"Oh! let how miserly miser such as I 8789|To gold commend, and then to heaven return! 8789|For antecedent needs have I so borne, 8789|That pious thoughts have left me now: of these 8789|One shows itself, the other must depart. 8789|The good, that comes from Christian hearts, I see 8789|First rising in the view, by virtue of 8789|The nature thus emancipate, of the truth 8789|That makes christian meekness. Thence, returning 8789|To its first virtue, truth, wherein I end, 8789|Another prompt comes, of whom I speak not yet. 8789|But hold thy peace lance-like, lagrange the ranks 8789|Of the confederate kings, and loudly sing, 8789|How happy is that people, which procinct 8789|Is ever-lastingly chosen from the world! 8789|There, with elect suff.' And when they ware 8789|Mine own eternal counsel, they were rhym'd thus: 8789|"The deed is with the good, and the grace with God, 8789|Who bear an everlasting concord! Hence, 8789|If God command, that any should outbrave 8789|His grace, whate'er of human power or might 8789|It is, through that weakness is never laid, 8789|The soul is inv ======================================== SAMPLE 14680 ======================================== 1287|As of old I heard? 1287|I do remember it well, 1287|How the house of Sennor rose, 1287|With three doors on either side, 1287|'Twixt wall and wall; 1287|And round the place, as though 'twere all 1287|Of one mould, 1287|A roof above, but shut within, 1287|With iron bands. 1287|And in the roof's thickwallen, 1287|Were hearths, beside, where there was 1287|No fire at all, 1287|Whence, on a stone within, 1287|No spark could be seen. 1287|But in the hearths, I think, 1287|Some maid slept tenderly; 1287|For, from the gate there sounded not 1287|A single step of the door. 1287|And through the doors, I think, 1287|The maids went glimmering in, 1287|For they had not been seen yet. 1287|And here, among the bricks, 1287|It seems I could not find 1287|A maid in all the house. 1287|I found her not, but found 1287|A maiden too; 1287|The place was still the same. 1287|I met her on the threshold, 1287|And thought me 'twas fair. 1287|All in a lovely dream 1287|I saw a maiden sit 1287|With her face upturned to me. 1287|She looked me in the face, 1287|And spake me not, I ween. 1287|I went on hastily, 1287|The maiden's image came. 1287|The maiden's form was like 1287|A child's in form and mien. 1287|I could not speak the speech. 1287|For her low smile 1287|I could not speak. 1287|I could not go I thought. 1287|Her hair's golden sheen, 1287|And beauty's white. 1287|She was not seen, 1287|A girl. 1287|'Tis true, she looks like a lady, 1287|And to me 'tis clear 1287|That to some maid, at even, 1287|She has been. 1287|She goes the whole night; 1287|As soon as dawn is near, 1287|No one else is seen. 1287|At noon it is not the worst, 1287|She lingers till the day. 1287|But for a maid, how sweet! 1287|She would be silent at noon. 1287|She goes the whole night; 1287|As soon as dawn is seen. 1287|The moon, the moon's moon, has now her place. 1287|And, all the night, to me 1287|I see her gliding on, 1287|She shines as in an old romance. 1287|The sun, the sun, the sun, is far: 1287|And he hath got a wife, 1287|A little sister's daughter. 1287|To her he is not good. 1287|The moon, the moon's moon, is far: 1287|And, all the night, to me 1287|The moon still shines. 1287|She's very fond of tea; 1287|She loves no other thing; 1287|"A house of candles," is her wish. 1287|She cannot think of changing her sex. 1287|By night she goes and stays 1287|In taverns very nice; 1287|If she should change her clothes, 1287|She needs must change her mind. 1287|A girl is good to please, 1287|A boy is good to please; 1287|She hates to change her clothes-- 1287|The very night before she's to marry. 1287|In autumn, as I said, 1287|The boy is good to please; 1287|When, in the morning, he takes a bath. 1287|Her mother is so much distressed, 1287|She can't sleep on her mother's couch; 1287|Nor can she sleep 1287|Till she's washed, and smoothed, and combed, 1287|And given some nice fresh clothes. 1287|But, as for me, a lot 1287|I ======================================== SAMPLE 14690 ======================================== 23245|'Tis a common fate to find, at length, 23245|Fate's stern, stern vengeance. "Ye never rest" 23245|Cried one, "from day to day"--"no day"-- 23245|"So long as ye were born to drink the mire, 23245|Drink the mire, and fill your bones with death." 23245|"Enough!" some cried, "Ye have lived twice, ye spurn 23245|Dishonour with the life that you have known. 23245|Take back thy gold, for what is gold but dust? 23245|Leave to the ages life a fiercer race, 23245|A sterner race, whose arms a longer range 23245|Shall make thy body a wilderness-- 23245|I charge thee, dust of every past, return!" 23245|But the spirit heard, and with a voice as loud 23245|As thunder from yon smoke-wreathed altar, "No!" 23245|"I answer, I have lived twice, and seen 23245|Earth change and change, and yet,--and yet,-- 23245|The morn that changes not earth, the morn 23245|Shall change thy nature; yet,--and yet,-- 23245|A stronger change thou seest, and yet, 23245|Thou seest it,--the youth that changed not thee!" 23245|So, weary and faint from out the mire 23245|Where thirst in body lay stupefied, 23245|Came--to the place whence men call the dust 23245|Dissatisfied with all that can be seen, 23245|The place where all should strive and still 23245|The spirit of its striving,--and the air 23245|Blew with the wind of spirit, as had sworn 23245|The blood of each man,--and then life stood 23245|As it stood ever, as it stood then, 23245|A shadow on the heights of thought that rose 23245|Above its kind. And when the dust was gone, 23245|A little while there waited,--no time, 23245|But in that empty space, and when the air 23245|Awoke to nature's voice, the soul, awake 23245|From slumber, rose up in beauty, and exclaimed, 23245|"Fame,--for once a man must own it, or 23245|I would declare--what once I dreamed, and what, 23245|How soon?--'Tis more than fame has power to bind 23245|The soul when all has failed of what it set 23245|With earthly things, its home, its goal,--'tis more 23245|Than fame can bind the man:--But what 's new, 23245|I will declare to you, since, for once a dream, 23245|I am awake, and glad, and whole; and, lo! 23245|To-morrow in this lonely place,--or else 23245|If not to-day, to-morrow I can stand 23245|Where I have stood, and find the space for all. 23245|But now I will not swear,--nor yet be bold-- 23245|What men in verse call "the truth" I do not speak; 23245|I say that I could wish my dreams in rhyme 23245|Less well beheld, and far more distant from my truth. 23245|And let 'em look where they can,--on some far hill 23245|Curls some tall tree,--and let _my_ clouds remain 23245|A shadow on the horizon's brink; and if 23245|Their shadows, in my dream, they cannot hear, 23245|Let _me_ give them hearing,--say that I said 23245|That I could wish my dreams in rhyme as well. 23245|But now, or any time,--or even since!-- 23245|The truth I speak to you,--and truth I speak 23245|Whose truth is truth,--shall be the law to-day. 23245|What truth is this of which I have so much? 23245|The truth my father taught. He lived and died 23245|Ere my life's growth was yet in its three-score year, 23245|And, though my hands are empty,--my poor wife 23245|To some is lovelier than this world knows. 23245| ======================================== SAMPLE 14700 ======================================== 18396|Till, by chance, he heard them auld foot-song sing. 18396|But now this was a gipsy tune, 18396|And, by reflection, I am free to say 18396|That I was not the least enamoured of it; 18396|I thought it was too rough for a fiddler's throat, 18396|And I should much rather not sing at all. 18396|But my old acquaintance, the poet, says-- 18396|"Old foot-song is a fine and local tune; 18396|And I am sure I shall hear it again: 18396|If it has got no local merit, 18396|'Twill do for a tune whenever I please. 18396|And, my dear old man, be drest for the night, 18396|And sing to your grey mare the bar of the moon; 18396|If we can't catch a tune just now, 18396|Let us call Old Dunlops on board, my lad, 18396|And then, dear Dunlops, we'll make and arrange it!" 18396|"What a lovely flower!" "The scissang shall be wed, 18396|And the cairngorm be wedded to the rose. 18396|And all the sweetest woods to her bed shall bring, 18396|And every woodland sound her husband will hear." 18396|Thus the poets have sung them. They speak well 18396|And sing of the song from the heart--the song most true; 18396|But the man who will sing a tune that rings 18396|Will sing it but not so sweetly and clear. 18396|Oft, upon these borders, with my whip and my horn, 18396|I drove the brutes from the greenwood, at the close of the day: 18396|Oft, upon St. Andrews' banks, with my whip and my horn, 18396|I spurred the crows, or led them forth to fly, at the break of the day: 18396|And when I was through with my jovial drive, and was tired at the end, 18396|I heard the crows a-rumpling, and cackling to the crows that were they; 18396|Then out upon it all I ran, the cacklings and singing wide-- 18396|And oh! I never return to my drive from the wood from the end! 18396|I'll leave the songs of the past, to my son John; 18396|To him I dedicate my tuneful lyre; 18396|And oft as the day-dreams come o'er my mind, 18396|I'll raise him to sing the songs of my youth. 18396|He'll sing of a home with a cheerful heart, 18396|And the joys of a daily delight; 18396|Then join me in sport, and join me in song, 18396|And let him the story divine. 18396|Let him take a story or two that he knows, 18396|Of his boyhood's joys, and his early love; 18396|Let him hear, as I stand by the lonely hearth, 18396|The story of a happy fire-light. 18396|What matter if he forget at the last, 18396|I scarce care a hair that he learnt it at start; 18396|If at home he remember to spell, as boy, 18396|Then I'll teach him, though a learned boy, to read. 18396|I give him a copy of The London Magazine; 18396|To go to the sports, I'll give him a book, 18396|And a song when he stops for the day. 18396|He'll hear of a friend and a sister that died, 18396|And a brother that was left a widower; 18396|The joy of his life in this life I trace, 18396|But oh! the grief of the future despair. 18396|And that friend will have nothing he can spare, 18396|Save the life of a dear, kind, honest gipsy, 18396|Who left for his master a widow's tears. 18396|The traveller he'll journey in quest of his love, 18396|So he hears, as he travels, "happier far 18396|Than I, who have known sad things"--and sadder still 18396|The song that he sang on reaching his love, 18396|That made his old bosom more anxiously bl ======================================== SAMPLE 14710 ======================================== 1421|Thin and slim, one arm's weight, 1421|And slender, slim it seems; 1421|And the heart beats quick, when she turns to hear; 1421|It aches, I know it does! 1421|Why do women scorn me, I wonder, I? 1421|Or are they only fat? 1421|And are they always thick or thin? 1421|All the same, the truth is: I'm not fit to marry 1421|(Though some prefer it). 1421|"What would I do if I were you?" What would become 1421|of it? 1421|If I were you I'd not marry any more; 1421|But I'd get married to some fool; 1421|And when I'm older,--what would become 1421|of it? 1421|For the love of me, I really should like to grow; 1421|Though the fool would not be your husband. 1421|"Oh, what does your beauty have to do with it?"-- 1421|Of course you do, 1421|For your sister once was a pretty girl, 1421|But I was a boy, 1421|And my days they're over,--I've had one more, too: 1421|And that's that? 1421|How would you like to marry me, my own sister? 1421|What would become of me? 1421|And I hope you'll not say 'Yes, Sir' to me; 1421|And I hope you'll let me go back to school, 1421|And I'll go on holidays in England; 1421|And you may stay and be a man, 1421|And never, never mind it all, 1421|You may be a man through life; 1421|And we'll talk of love and such, 1421|That's why I came; 1421|And I know I am a boy, 1421|And you may say 'Yes, Sir', to me, 1421|But I really should like to be a man, too, 1421|And to go back to school. 1421|And then when you've gone, what would become of me? 1421|What would become of me? 1421|What would become of me? Ah, I know, dear me! 1421|If I could find 1421|Something to be taken-- 1421|That would be good, indeed; 1421|What would become of me, dear me? 1421|I think it must be nothing! 1421|There's a face I know, dear me, 1421|But it is not there, 1421|And I long to change its place, 1421|But it's not here. 1421|And I long to take my place: 1421|But it is not here, 1421|And I long to be gone, 1421|But it's not gone. 1421|And where's the one I know, dear me? 1421|And it too has flown, 1421|And I long to know it too, 1421|But it's not here. 1421|And where will my other self be, dear me? 1421|And I think 'tis not here, 1421|And I long to be a ghost, 1421|And it's not there. 1421|Where will my other self be, dear me? 1421|And all my days, 1421|And I long to know them all 1421|I should like to hear, 1421|But they are not here, dear me, 1421|And that's why I sing, 1421|And it's why I sing. 1421|It was only the wind 1421|That whistled like a name; 1421|It came and whistled, whistled still,-- 1421|'Twas a voice in a dream. 1421|For there's never a breath 1421|In the sky's still place, 1421|When the wind's wild the same as sweet, 1421|There's never a wind to speak 1421|In the woods of the Moon like this to-night. 1421|For she's just the moon to me, 1421|And her light is like the light of a key,-- 1421|So, when the stars are set 1421|Out in the distance, I know what she must be. 1421|When ======================================== SAMPLE 14720 ======================================== 3023|That is to-night. What then? 3023|To-morrow 'tis another thing. 3023|You must hurry fast! 3023|Faster! Faster! Faster! 3023|Who is it? Who, says to me? 3023|The old clock, and what d'you want? 3023|The clock! the old clock! 3023|Come! Let us hear it to-day! 3023|But whither? Who gives you command? 3023|The same. Who gives you command! 3023|The old clock's in the cellar; 3023|Who's the wunst, says I? 3023|Come down! The bell ringeth; 3023|It is time I should to you! 3023|No, not me! The old clock! 3023|The old clock makes it louder! 3023|A little louder and faster! 3023|The bell rings! It is time to go. 3023|The clock rings! What is time to say? 3023|The old clock! The old clock! 3023|'Tis, "Sunt amata, nullo voce;" 3023|Now hurry to the door, lady! 3023|The old clock makes the noise no more, 3023|For Christ's sake! Let us go away! 3023|Hast thou the key from that brown door? 3023|Come here! 3023|Who calls? 3023|The bells! 3023|I see a light that shines through the 3023|pansies, 3023|A light from the wind that moves 3023|through the woods. 3023|Ah, that's a little light, 3023|(Spirits!) then a little shade 3023|Of something there can be 3023|Only within. 3023|The wind comes through the wood, 3023|(Silent spirits!) and shakes the 3023|green leaves. 3023|I hear the noise the sea 3023|has made of yesternight! 3023|Who called, who beckoned, who spoke-- 3023|Who spoke? 3023|The sea! (Spirits!) 3023|(Heaven's name!) 3023|'Twould be no sin had I the keys, 3023|But my own soul had I that light. 3023|Then hurry! hurry! 3023|If thou wilt, 3023|Come up to me. 3023|I must be a stone. 3023|The spirits go away-- 3023|There's a little child. 3023|Who spoke? Who told? 3023|I cannot tell. 3023|Come, tell us. 3023|Come down! 3023|That thing? 3023|Hush! I cannot hear anything! 3023|I'll look the lamp better! 3023|There! There's something in my heart! 3023|(Spirits!) 3023|There, there! 3023|'Tis vain to look through the darkness! 3023|It's the light of God! 3023|It will blaze anew, I know it! 3023|'Tis but the sun, 3023|The moon, 3023|Or else the stars. (Ghosts.) 3023|Where is he? Where is the soul? 3023|There, there! 3023|Whither flies the soul away? 3023|Halt! Thou must come! 3023|No, no! 3023|I knew that there would be no room, 3023|(Spirits!) 3023|Away like this--away! 3023|Where is he now? By this 3023|He doth return! 3023|Ah, my soul! What must I lose? 3023|The man! he doth return! 3023|In vain! 3023|Where is he now? Come, see, 3023|He doth go! 3023|The spirit of him? No, no! 3023|(Spirits!) 3023|But my soul, alas! 3023|Is lost as well. 3023|'Tis a pity he went so fast; 3023|(Ghosts!) 3023|No, no! 3023|The door is open wide! 3023|Here's an empty glass. 3023|He's gone! 3023|A ======================================== SAMPLE 14730 ======================================== 19226|He's a man of all the skill and force 19226|There may be in a shipwreck ship-- 19226|But the man aboard it. 19226|Sailed away from Plymouth Sound, 19226|Where the waves are rough and hard, 19226|To a land of smiles and sun, 19226|And the freedom of the sea, 19226|Where the billows are rough and hard. 19226|There the waves are hard and fair, 19226|But the life there is more free 19226|Than the life at home--more free 19226|Than the life at home. 19226|Thou hast sailed away--thou hast sailed away, 19226|From this thy home, whence thy spirit's home 19226|Is the sea, but not of home, indeed, 19226|But not quite, because of the sea 19226|At thy home,--but not quite. 19226|And thy spirit, O my captain! thou 19226|Who has risen from out thy boat and gone 19226|Away to the wide land o'er the wave, 19226|Sailing away with the wind and the tide, 19226|Sailing, sailing, sailing, sailing-- 19226|Sailing, sailing, sailing, sailing 19226|Across the world, across the sea, 19226|To the sea, to the sea.... 19226|There's the world, there's the world, 19226|There's the world, there's the world! 19226|Oh, it's a great and splendid world, though it's a little one, 19226|And the clouds are white, and the rain-drops soft as the flowers, 19226|And the sea, and the sea, and the stars in the night. 19226|But I'm going with Captain O'Shaughnessie 19226|To a sea-land far away, 19226|That a seaman call'd the West-- 19226|And a seaman call'd "England." 19226|There was a little ship that went 19226|A-sailing on an Ocean blue, 19226|Whene'er its owner went a-land, 19226|In the company of Love and Sin 19226|He always went a-ship. 19226|I saw them in the garden one day: 19226|Two little Asian girls were they, 19226|And they sat down looking on me 19226|With their dimpled cheeks brown as the milk, 19226|And their eyes like the dawn before snow. 19226|But I was looking at the girls in their silver kerchiefs, 19226|And I knew the kind of eyes they had, 19226|For a Chinese painter drew them for me 19226|When I was a little child. 19226|I was in my lanthorn-time; 19226|The birds were playing and singing 19226|While I sat down by the fire, 19226|While I sat in the dark at home 19226|Hiding behind covers. 19226|I sat down by the fire, 19226|Looking at my picture, 19226|And I dreamed the little dream 19226|Of that sweet and solemn night 19226|When my eyes were hidden underground 19226|In the black and gloomy tangle of shadows. 19226|With their thin, silken fingers and soft lips, 19226|Their dimpled faces and lips of red 19226|They were shadowed by black, dark hair 19226|They had just seen through a mist of gold. 19226|And the wood-fire kindled, and flames 19226|Shone a perfect sunset-glow, 19226|While the little Asian girls 19226|Sat, waiting for the call. 19226|But the sun was very high; 19226|And clouds of smoke seemed to shroud 19226|That little Asian girl with her dim brown eyes, 19226|And her thin, silken fingers and sweet little lips. 19226|I sat down by the fire, 19226|And looked at the little Asian girl, 19226|And I thought of a song he used to sing 19226|In the days when I was a little boy 19226|As he sat by the side of his lonesome lath, 19226|When I used to sit in the shade 19226|By the side of the dead fire-glow. 19226|The songs he used to sing in his lone days, 19226 ======================================== SAMPLE 14740 ======================================== 895|Behold the whole wide body of this 895|Of flesh and blood. What doth it mourn? 895|What doth it wish, what doth it fear? 895|What does it fear? Wherefore flee? 895|You say that souls cannot move; 895|You say that thus to them 'tis barred; 895|Here one thing certain is, that 't is 895|More blessed by their mercy, that the 895|Inhuman scorn they do impose. 895|What I presume not to know, that you 895|May know without losing your own place. 895|We are the members of this world: 895|Its soul is we; and this our members 895|Are, all else aside, deceas'd by fate: 895|And so, for you, may Heaven the change 895|Make to us, and to our bodies too. 895|The members yourselves remove, whatsoe'er 895|Hath bound you, (for such are modifications 895|Of the Just, whose essence 'tis Intelligences, 895|As must be found in antient man,) 895|Then to the world's goods interchange they all, 895|In harmony still with your state of mind: 895|And (it is enough to make you well aware) 895|So pass you and around you may be seen 895|As fitly exchange as places demand 895|Of divers substances. If these change hands 895|So often, and so cheap, what wages then 895|For you, of divers parts, of divers essences? 895|"This world, which you behold around, 895|Is made up of two kinds of things:-- 895|The one, all brass, all iron, brass, iron, 895|All mixed to one another; all, all brass, 895|All mixed to one another: all, all brass, 895|All mixed to one another: all, all brass, 895|In divers ratios, ratios, ratios. 895|The other kind, which is the kind I name, 895|Is stone, stone, stone, stone, stone, stone, stone. 895|'Tis all like water; 'tis but just enough, 895|To keep away from hence a sickness fit 895|For dogs and women. But for some we complain 895|(For such there are) there are so many, 895|That there is nothing in it which may fit them. 895|What matter? Some, who look beyond the vulgar, 895|Have other views, and see these different ways 895|By which the good proceed, which they suppose 895|God to have made from out His free gifted works. 895|"Be this but visible, and be it heard 895|By your creations, creatures of the visible things; 895|How can it be for you alone, and see 895|In the three beams of the morning sun 895|The love, the anger, the deep silence, and the rain? 895|Ye think who judge at a distance, far, 895|So that they do not see the hidden deals 895|In all things of all creation here below. 895|But this ye cannot, if the Maker's eye 895|Be not of them aware; for never yet 895|Did animal or vegetable frame 895|Hover so immovable, as when view'd 895|By a creat's eye, which, after it hath fed 895|Its various body, through the powers of man, 895|Ofttimes hath a token of the Maker found. 895|O, blind men! ye suppose that to your mind 895|These various and delicious things are things 895|Of their own nature; which from you would seem 895|On first examination, much more beams 895|Of spiritual vision. There are some, again, 895|Who, to secure themselves from blind man's tricks, 895|Refuse the morning meal to them which rises; 895|And say, They seek in the dark closet shelter, 895|And not a free gift of dawning air. Thus, 895|They seem to me, reasoning from the same 895|Reason, weak creatures with an ardent mind 895|Must suffer unbounded liberty. But spares 895|Have ever ======================================== SAMPLE 14750 ======================================== 2620|Like a sweet, shy little maid. 2620|When the wind was very low, 2620|She came down to the hedge,-- 2620|And the bees they made so fast, 2620|That the cow could not pass 2620|Till the wind was gone a little. 2620|And then she went out to sit 2620|Under the flowering hedge, 2620|On the red-roof'd hill to sit 2620|Under the rose-tree bough. 2620|The morning wind blew chill 2620|As it came from the west: 2620|It whispered, "Why does the Rose 2620|Sway so, and bow so low?" 2620|The little maid grew sad, 2620|And softly turned away, 2620|While sad hearts beat fast together, 2620|Under the hill in the city. 2620|It was a little dog that barked, 2620|As he looked out from his cottage door, 2620|And barked as loud as could be, 2620|For someone came that way. 2620|The dog grew very bold, 2620|And barked as loud as he could be, 2620|But nobody came at all. 2620|Up the little hill to his cream-white face 2620|Up the little hill to his cream-white throat, 2620|He ran very quick, 2620|With great keen leap, 2620|And as fast as he could leap 2620|He ran into the sea. 2620|The little dogs ran in fear, 2620|For the great sharp rocks made him smart, 2620|But he did not fall 2620|Into the deep; 2620|He leaped quite up again. 2620|He jumped all the deep sea's side, 2620|As loud as he could bark; 2620|But nobody came at all. 2620|The great white rock, the wide sea's side, 2620|The little dog ran up to the moon, 2620|And barked as loud as he could bark,-- 2620|For somebody came that way. 2620|He was an old, good-looking man, 2620|With a blue tie and a long nose; 2620|Nobody knew where he came from, 2620|And nobody cared where he went; 2620|But some one, whoever he was, 2620|Was sure to care where he went; 2620|For his long nose, and his blue tie, 2620|Were sure to make you care where 2620|You only half knew by your size, 2620|You and me. 2620|I knew him by his blue tie 2620|And long blue tie; 2620|And he would sit up all night 2620|And make me shake 2620|With fear and dread 2620|When I went near 2620|To shaking him. 2620|When there was no light in the sky, 2620|I made a little house with a door 2620|And a window where people might go: 2620|And I sat in it, and watched the moon, 2620|Until it grew full large before me, 2620|And then I went in. 2620|When I came in I wondered well: 2620|Where had it been, 2620|Or who had planted it so high 2620|And so near the sky? 2620|I stood in the doorway, and knocked, 2620|And the headstrong little house looked down 2620|And said, "We have had no man all night 2620|To be our Father's little friend!" 2620|And the little blue-legged things went by, 2620|Panting and long, 2620|And the night wind seemed to sigh 2620|As if it could not find its journey 2620|Anywhere but in you. 2620|The long thin lights in the sky 2620|That I have never seen before, 2620|And those little, little stars of blue 2620|I have never heard before, 2620|And the great moon by her silvery tower 2620|On fire with love; 2620|All things are wonderful to me 2620|Before I enter in. 2620|I feel as if my heart would go 2620|Pandora's box if it should; 2620|I'm afraid to enter in: 2620|I don't ======================================== SAMPLE 14760 ======================================== 7394|"The air is green with blossoms on the lawns, 7394|The birds are singing in each bush and bough; 7394|The world is laughing in the morning's glow, 7394|Our eyes are dancing in the light of day. 7394|"For me alone the sky is red and blue. 7394|And when the breeze is warm at my own breast, 7394|For me only can the world be gay. 7394|"Yet there are maids of honor who can please, 7394|And women who can make an Angel smile, 7394|There are fair women who have made us blush, 7394|Who are loved by us, and are beloved by us. 7394|"The world is full of women with her eyes 7394|And her cold frown, and her fierce glance of hate, 7394|And love for them I cannot understand 7394|Though I look into their sad, white, wan eyes. 7394|"The world has all her own kind of things, 7394|And the things differ from each from the rest,-- 7394|There is beauty, I am sure, for the wise 7394|That has not the warmth of beauty for me. 7394|"There are maidens of honor with red lips 7394|Whose eyes are blue, that have turned to wine, 7394|And lovely ladies with pale cheeks that fade 7394|Fashioned with slow, imperious cunning. 7394|"But the world is full of women with wings 7394|And the wings of love, the womanhood.-- 7394|They are made for each, but we must be 7394|Both devoted, brave, and tender like them. 7394|"I can make them not the maidens of war, 7394|The pale-faced women, with white arms upraised, 7394|Who laugh in the battle, and who curse and swear 7394|And who have never had love, and must bear, 7394|But have the beauty of manhood in mind, 7394|And be more brave than any lover's dream, 7394|But my womanhood must be a lady's maid,-- 7394|My friend must be a woman, my bride 7394|Must be more fair than any bride's flower! 7394|"O God!" my mother said, "what shall we do! 7394|We have to leave England for another home. 7394|What will our names be, and what is there to know 7394|As we move slowly forward to our home 7394|In lands beyond the stars?--O that I know!" 7394|"I cannot tell," my father sighed. "If God 7394|Had made this land more beautiful, then 7394|We should not miss one thing about His footsteps, 7394|The light on the forest and the shade on the shore,-- 7394|What else about the footsteps of the hand 7394|That made England, and the footsteps that follow, 7394|Is worth remembering than trees that are old, 7394|And wild winds that moan in the trees, and sun 7394|That comes and goes on wings of wings of birds. 7394|"And if some young women have been made 7394|Of these fair, imperfect things, let them go. 7394|It is too long if it must be in these ways." 7394|Thus I.--My father smiled that his face bore 7394|No trace of anger; but he went with haste 7394|Among the boys--the women, too, he left 7394|Among the women for this last new land. 7394|My father left with you, with us, my friends,-- 7394|He did not much expect us, at our first birth, 7394|To have such lot as ours. But there are lands 7394|That he could not reach,--we will not tell his name,-- 7394|He left us, knowing, knowing, oh, so well, 7394|That the last great change must come to all things new, 7394|So he went back to his home in another world, 7394|So God led him, so God told him. But there are more 7394|Than mortal men have known, so he still went on 7394|To many great and beautiful things. The world 7394|Is full of his great fame. No wonder he 7394|Took on the woman laborious;--no wonder he 7394|Knew ======================================== SAMPLE 14770 ======================================== 38549|A moreely wav'ring Life, or an Aire, 38549|To find no place which neither Sayers can 38549|Expos'n, nor Gaudeers with their lore avow, 38549|But that they have of Life the best possesst. 38549|The soul that's self-stagy, and is self-dead, 38549|In self-choice is an immortal thing, 38549|But to be immortal is the business (alas!) 38549|Of some more good and godly mortal, 38549|Who knows what's true and what's false, and will 38549|Of those four teems that make this glorious throng, 38549|The only throng that matters at all, 38549|And will to-day's as good and fair as yesterday. 38549|A better choice they could make than this; 38549|That they would make their death, if so they choose. 38549|Then death is but a choice between two teems; 38549|For in two teems there are more lives 38549|Than one choice means, and that means death. 38549|To be a god by not being dead. 38549|Why that's the death of death; that's the end. 38549|Why else be made a god, and drench'd in teems, 38549|And put on this wondrous glory, 38549|Thus to be happy and grow immortal. 38549|Why else, to know God, 38549|This self-same being 38549|Whom we called God in our great great prayer, 38549|And who should be our whole worship, 38549|Nor we but heirs of his high estate? 38549|For why? his great grand-sire 38549|Heaven and earth did him ordain; 38549|And his dear parents, they too well may cry: 38549|_Lord, Thou hast decreed our life is short, 38549|And we shall die in short, and live no more_. 38549|His dear parents cry'd so loud, 38549|It hath made all these teems, that sing. 38549|And 'tis well, Lord! for these, for these 38549|There shall be no more births to us; 38549|For all the rest of us shall have short lives. 38549|But why all this joy and this delight, 38549|When this is all we can, with our teems, 38549|And yet no cause there is 38549|For all this life and all this death? 38549|But why all this sweet delight, 38549|But this death for our long years, and long teems? 38549|Our teems long since have told: 38549|All this joy long since have told, 38549|That we for our lengthen'd teems may live no more. 38549|So long ago hath been 38549|The news of death that all our teems had told; 38549|And as 'tis but a short space 38549|Since all our teems and teems 38549|Of life and happiness were dead, 38549|We shall not long ago 38549|Die, dying thus no longer shall we live. 38549|Let us therefore doe our best. 38549|Come, all the teems; come, all the throng, 38549|And all your sweet long-loves, and short teems, 38549|Come, for the death of our short lives. 38549|Come, then, all the teems; come, come all, 38549|And let us give the dead our teems; 38549|Come, death, come with all the throng; 38549|Come, death, with all the dead 38549|And give the great God of all our teares. 38549|And now, sweet Death; for this is death, 38549|And here is here the close of all our days; 38549|The end of our long's battles; the last breath 38549|Of all that's best of all God's works is this. 38549|But yet who shall live longer? who shall live 38549|In this great world, where all things perish and die? 38549|Where is the man whom men call great, whom they 38549|Call great because he liveth; he lives not here 38549|But where God liveth; he's no where to be sought; 38549|Where' ======================================== SAMPLE 14780 ======================================== 3228|To make him stand before me, and say, 3228|"My love to-night is waiting for me, 3228|"But I have to go on the stage." 3228|Then I could ask him questions - not that he'd give a damn! 3228|But he'd smile a sly, devilishly gracious smile, and answer 3228|with a wink. 3228|I'd know why he took my hand. 3228|Why he felt the need to kiss me. 3228|Why he put a velvet vase inside of it. 3228|Oh, a man with a heart could help his brother. 3228|And I looked at the flower in the vase; 3228|I could touch the string. 3228|And a sweet voice cried to me, "My mother, pray do not be 3228|murdered." 3228|Ah, the face of my mother, how it had changed! Why did she 3228|wear a smile then 3228|When she'd made a choice, she could not make it again? 3228|And I looked at the flower in the vase, and the strings were 3228|broken. 3228|She had given up hope. 3228|Oh, my mother, would you hear me, do you still love me? 3228|Then the voice cried, "What do you think of me? What evil 3228|happened? 3228|You have saved me." 3228|"She is in terrible pain." "And are you mad, my mother? 3228|Have I saved you? What do you think of me? What evil 3228|happened?" 3228|"Silly girl." "What does it all mean, then? You are mad. I do 3228|not want your daughter." 3228|"She is only eleven!" 'Twas so. 3228|"She will not be married." 3228|"'Twas your mother." "My mother? Oh, no! I should have loved 3228|her myself!" 3228|"Silly boy. I can not stand his nonsense." "His mother? 3228|He was in love with his mother, but that's over and done. 3228|I was angry at first. 3228|I went to his mother. 3228|"You are sorry, Madam, I know. If you were in a fit her 3228|you'd let me get one for myself. You knew that I might 3228|make love to her if you'd let me." 3228|He sat so still, the tears were in his eyes. 3228|"Go away, my poor boy, go. 3228|I should have liked you better in your present place. 3228|I wish he were here for your sake." 3228|He cried at last, "Mother, your words are hurtful. I was 3228|very sorry for him. 3228|"You are mad." "Please, please you! I will be very angry at 3228|your mother. 3228|If he is here I shall always be sorry." 3228|"He's very late. You are right to have a heavy heart. Oh, I 3228|wish that he would come to you just now." 3228|"He is not there." "You will make me angry if you ever do 3228|anything in my house." 3228|"He is not there." "Why, this one time, when you were 3228|having for your lover that poor woman, whom you say was 3228|just about to pass for a cousin, he had to leave the 3228|house and call his lady instead of his lady. 3228|"He is not there." "'Twas his own thing. He left in the 3228|midst of his speeches and meetings and his talk about the 3228|house-door. 3228|"He is not there." "Why, he didn't leave you, did he? He just 3228|took a step toward you. You should have seen it. 3228|"He was a great man and he should have come back. You do 3228|not like the way things are going, do not like what is 3228|going on. 3228|"It is not the people that are angry. It's you and me. 3 ======================================== SAMPLE 14790 ======================================== 1287|The first of all the maids! a flower, 1287|A tree, a stone, a rock, a mountain, 1287|A hill, a dell, a dell! 1287|Thou art a precious gem, 1287|The fair one's most dazzling treasure; 1287|A pearl that's rare to see. 1287|How many friends I've ever known 1287|And each a treasure best receives, 1287|But not a single one 1287|Is loved by all with all. 1287|The happy pair, the happy bride, 1287|The joyous hours they spend together, 1287|Are never left unhappy: 1287|And though each may love each, 1287|No woman is the more blest! 1287|How many friends I've ever known 1287|And each a treasure knows, 1287|No woman loved without one loathed, 1287|No man can love a maiden. 1287|All that I'm wanting now, and still 1287|More, must I give to her! 1287|The world is far too narrow- 1287|Where all are loved I seek her, 1287|The world, and only the world, 1287|I give to her, give to her! 1287|My own desire she hath, in truth; 1287|My only wish is this. 1287|'Tis never but I'm loved and she, 1287|As well I know it's so. 1287|Now, from my heart I've torn away 1287|My heart's dearest love, 1287|For I would all adore my love 1287|And not to-day. 1287|Ah for a man a man! 1287|A man is not a man 1287|Who has no wish in his heart, I'll swear! 1287|There's none such as he. 1287|A man without a wife 1287|To cherish him at home 1287|Is a dunce in his trade 1287|Who has no pleasure. 1287|A man to be praised 1287|By a crowd is an empty thing! 1287|To praise a girl with pride 1287|He must know at once, 1287|Who has many a lover 1287|By choice. 1287|Thou art, thou art, O my beloved! 1287|What I most admire in thee 1287|Is that thou art so young; 1287|For young men often change, 1287|And even grow old. 1287|I'm sixty-one, thou art but thrice five; 1287|No wonder then I weep 1287|That in mid-life I'm glad to have thee. 1287|Thy husband's gone, and the poor family 1287|Shall always be his; 1287|He always, aye, he, was in life, 1287|And in death also the same! 1287|My heart within me's a-breaking, 1287|O how much more glad am I 1287|To be with these dear ones in heaven, 1287|Than in midst of all! 1287|Oh! that I could but return! 1287|I would not be alone, oh say! 1287|'Twere happy, would it but live! 1287|Yet this should not detain me, 1287|For I still may pursue them. 1287|As an infant, with eager step 1287|I seek out the house of my God 1287|In the field of the village: 1287|Then the vision in my heart 1287|From every spot is fled! 1287|And now I am alone, 1287|And none to talk to, or help! 1287|Who can be content to live 1287|In that world in which I'm? 1287|As I'm an exile, 1287|My darling, now with you, 1287|I'll never turn from thee. 1287|But should I, like a beggar, 1287|The gates unbar 1287|Of heaven; or should I, too, be 1287|Myself ungrateful, 1287|Then, as I'm such an exile! 1287|Then let my heart be, 1287|In exile, full of a will. 1287|So may I be, 1287|A Christian on earth, 1287|In ======================================== SAMPLE 14800 ======================================== 12286|Now in the light of a moon in her gold, 12286|I've had the pleasure to view the Queen. 12286|"So in a stately vessel of state 12286|The King came in for his Imperial dower, 12286|A golden cup, by an imperial team, 12286|That held--oh! what a sight!--one Diana dower, 12286|The Queen's own gift. 12286|"She said--'This Cup must be the gift of the King: 12286|So much for the gift. He whose hands alone 12286|Can shape the rudder, shall command the wheel; 12286|So much for the stroke. 12286|"And he who shall command the wheel alone, 12286|That is devised of His hand alone, 12286|And coordinated with His soul alone, 12286|And organized, shall be the leader of all. 12286|And we--We too shall do His bidding blind: 12286|He will create new worlds and shape them to man; 12286|He will create a new Eden--yea, new 12286|Man from the raw material of His loins-- 12286|"And the great Adam of mankind shall be 12286|Our first Prime Mover, His Son, whose name 12286|The heart of all mankind shall be still ARROLL, 12286|The first Life Brand. In the first hour of birth 12286|All things shall be divided into worlds, 12286|Each globe revolving in its sphere, with man 12286|In the center all. For no race that now 12286|Upon the earth doth toil, and no age that girds 12286|The hoary clime, shall have a seat within 12286|The regions of the Lord, nor within 12286|The regions of the Lord's dominion share. 12286|"So shall the first worlds go forth through all time 12286|And each shall form another world."-- 12286|Thus spake the Queen. 12286|The great moon rose in the purple west-- 12286|Then all the stars fled out of heaven-- 12286|Then all the sounds of waves, and winds, and rain, 12286|Were hushed at once. 12286|When, lo! with a gush of light, as from wings, 12286|Forth of the sky, a great Eagle came, 12286|And spake to the Queen, "Come, thou shalt not shrink 12286|From the task before thee. 12286|"Thy world is fashioned out of man; 12286|Thy world is imaged straight in God. 12286|Thy world, with all its ways and walks, 12286|Shall be organized and controlled 12286|First in His great mind; yea, all His works, 12286|The image and the scheme."-- 12286|The Queen arose 12286|And took another gulp of wine. 12286|The eagle left her side. So with the seed 12286|Of Adam, on that evening of the world, 12286|The Queen was placed; and thenceforth the work 12286|Of all creation was directed, 12286|From Adam's first creation to the end. 12286|The image and scheme of man and eagle 12286|Were to the work a preface: the work of all. 12286|The work was organized, and controlled, 12286|First from Adam's first creation to the end. 12286|The Queen took leave. As the Queen left 12286|Her place among the immortals, so she came 12286|Into the image and scheme of life, 12286|Man and the eagle and the woman--still 12286|As great and good as though no less divine; 12286|As the same soul that in those purest skies 12286|Entered the image and the scheme of life, 12286|And made her a sphere, and the world's wide plan 12286|The same as when she spoke--the same as when 12286|She took leave of man, the woman, the eagle; 12286|So through all time was ever life the same 12286|As when she spoke, as when she took another's hand. 12286|And when the Queen arose from out her dreams 12286|Of all creation, this is all the vision 12286|That flashed before her, in the grandeur of dreams. 12286|Of all creation her footstep came. All 12286|She ======================================== SAMPLE 14810 ======================================== 22229|The heart, the best of man's gifts--the hand of God; 22229|And, aye the most sweet of all who find 22229|In the low gowan-side a sheltering seat, 22229|Where they may look on the far sky of peace, 22229|And on the peace of God's love, till time shall end. 22229|I hold but a dream, and for ever lost 22229|The dream I held in the bosom of my sire, 22229|And now a stranger to the life of men; 22229|For not on the earth I knew, and not in a 22229|Far land, a town, and a palace-hall, 22229|My heart is but a windy star that trembles 22229|And sings in the breeze; and for ever--now-- 22229|I am but a wave upon the darkling sea. 22229|I have found again the hidden wave, and its deep 22229|Dark ocean is mine and the heart I know. 22229|The sea and the storm are my joy and pride; 22229|The storm and the wave are my life and love. 22229|When all is lost, a little wave, a little wave, 22229|I wander with a longing and a longing, 22229|My hands can win o'er the pearl of the golden sea, 22229|And it rests upon the golden wave, 22229|And over the golden wave, 22229|A little wave, a little wave, 22229|We drift to the shore and dream and dream and dream. 22229|The wave is a flame, a flame I am bereft of, 22229|The wave lies frozen upon its breast, 22229|Held dear of the soul, 22229|The wave is the heart. 22229|And so we dream in the tide, O dreamers of the sea, 22229|The waves dance round us as light and warm, 22229|And there's a melody that is ever a thrill, 22229|We drift to the shore and dream in the tempest of youth, 22229|We drift to the shore of life and the dream at last. 22229|They wander the world, like travellers great and wide, 22229|With a light that no world can have, 22229|They wander the world and we may think of that light 22229|But ever the waves are a-wing and they come for more 22229|And we float away and drift away in the wind. 22229|They wander the world and we may wonder why, 22229|But the waves that roll on the ocean and come at our call, 22229|They come to gather us up and they gather us home-- 22229|We drift to the shore and dream of the dream at last. 22229|Who are they and where art thou? 22229|Thou art the voice for the sea and the wind, 22229|For her lips and for a world of the sea, 22229|The wind that sings eternally. 22229|The waves shall hear with a mighty sound, 22229|The sea shall make answer to the sky, 22229|Where is the land upon the ocean's breast? 22229|Who art thou, who art thou, who art thou, 22229|Who art thou the voice of the soul of the sea? 22229|My wave is ever a storm and a wind 22229|That call upon the sea and thunder of the deep, 22229|And I dream of the waves that roll upon the shore, 22229|And a song is ever a sound of the world and of sea, 22229|And the sea and a storm that sing forever. 22229|And where are they that were sailors on the deep, 22229|The sea without a land on the ocean's breast? 22229|O, where are they that were seamen in the sea, 22229|The sea without a shore on the ocean's breast? 22229|And I float with them like a winged soul afar, 22229|As the sail of an eagle that flies afar, 22229|A singing soul far away on the sky's blue breast, 22229|And I lie with the ships of all the world on the sea, 22229|As I lie beside the ships on the sea. 22229|I lie and sleep and sleep with the ships, 22229|And a thousand dreams and thousand songs are born 22229|To the slumbers of lovers on the ocean's breast, 22229 ======================================== SAMPLE 14820 ======================================== 29993|"Ah, the summer-tide's dewfall is sweet, 29993|Like summer music: then that leaf I press, 29993|Lying across my heart, with its sweet heart 29993|Dying from the dew of June, and then 29993|To be more soft and clear than June's breath -- 29993|How the heart of my love for you 29993|Takes in heedless joy! Ah! the summer-tide 29993|Makes love's sweet, childish game! Ah me! 29993|The summer-bower and my love's way 29993|Stray over each the others go; 29993|But, where the lane turns, my love must turn 29993|To my winging summer air away." 29993|In the green-carpeted chamber of a house, 29993|Where the silver-hung smoke-wreaths hang, 29993|A little boy sat reading of old tales: 29993|And he said, "O sweet and wise, and full of wisdom! 29993|Thou'lt not have the summer-tide to come, 29993|But come when the summer has passed away, 29993|And the summer days are now grown late." 29993|And she said, with her dark eyes half-closed: 29993|"For love is not born, thou little boy; 29993|The summer-tide comes not when the day-time's done, 29993|Nor the lark, with silver voice, but when 29993|The day-time's not yet come. The summer-tide 29993|Rests on the summer, and that is right. 29993|The tender bloom on the blossoming bough 29993|Is as the summer-life in thy heart; 29993|And thy mother-heart is as one now 29993|Who knows that he never will know the day-time. 29993|For love is like the summer-life, my sweet, 29993|Because the summer is at its heart; 29993|In the earnest part of the day, 29993|In the heart of the year, it lies, 29993|Where no shadow of season can ever pass, 29993|And the leaves are as sweet as the morning air. 29993|The summer washes in summer-gleams; 29993|And love looks into thy dear eyes, 29993|With a great, sweet, tender, tender surprise, 29993|And a silent, trembling wonder 29993|For a moment--and he gazes in them." 29993|"The summer has gone home again," 29993|He said,--"and, oh! too long it has lain, 29993|And the day-time has grown long again; 29993|So, love, come when the day-time has flown, 29993|For thy eyes are as young as my heart." 29993|And the little boy stood up aghast, 29993|And shook off the last words as he ran, 29993|And he kissed her in silence again. 29993|She was a queen, with the eyes of a queen, 29993|And the lovely queens are few indeed, 29993|And she passed through the gates of the king,-- 29993|Then he called to her name, and she came. 29993|The king stood in the court of her room, 29993|And held up his hand, and her name came 29993|Through the gate of the hall, and she came. 29993|They sat hand in hand in the queen's bed, 29993|With a kind of a whisper and kiss, 29993|And the queen said to her queen, "'Tis well." 29993|And the queen went to the king and said, 29993|"Your daughter holds a royal name; 29993|"And I would have my name settled here, 29993|It is a name of deep renown, 29993|And it grows with my years as the rose 29993|Grows on the lips of the roseate lily, 29993|And I feel the love of a king is near." 29993|The queen stood near the king and said, 29993|"And will you have me as your queen-wife, 29993|And she shall be my queen, without guile, 29993|And we'll go on our way together, 29993|To the far-away and the dear old home, 29993|And make ======================================== SAMPLE 14830 ======================================== I love her, and I leave her: 9579|And if I knew one heart so sure 9579|I'd leave her in my power to meet her; 9579|To sit as one in Paradise, 9579|To hear her always tell me 9579|That I must live my life, and take her hand. 9579|Love was not dead when first I wooed; 9579|His smile still hailed me as a Maid; 9579|As one who still could hear the breezes play 9579|Above; 9579|Who looked behind and gazed before 9579|The rose-hung garden-gate that barred the door. 9579|And when the morning-air was white, 9579|And through the lattice crackling red, 9579|There trickled from the darkened pane 9579|The voice of music, mellow, clear, 9579|Not piercing as the clarion's tone, 9579|But whispering, passing softly by, 9579|As whispers other sounds that go 9579|Through some old leafy home of leaf and vine 9579|The tales I heard, the heart I knew! 9579|Alone they stood, their lips apart 9579|In the red lucent glimmering fire, 9579|As still as stars that burn alone, 9579|Or as the moonbeams faint and pure, 9579|Effuse in star-light their sweet eclipse. 9579|They stood, and through the polished glass, 9579|Half frightened by the melting flame, 9579|And half enchanted by its hues 9579|Of crimson and of gray, behold 9579|A sight as of the olden time, 9579|The tales I heard, the heart I knew! 9579|How, one July, in days of old, 9579|Upon a bank of floating grass 9579|A sunbeam found and touched and thrilled 9579|The little wave and dyed it gold: 9579|I saw--and touched it, too, with mine, 9579|From low lips kissed in careless waves; 9579|For that great kiss hath many a tale 9579|Of heartbreak, deep, sweet, and won. 9579|Oh, golden waves, from what far shore, 9579|The heart of one and all hath won, 9579|When shall the weary heart forego 9579|Its last sweet surfing lair? 9579|And thou, sun-burnt wave, wilt whisper low, 9579|In your gray prisoned nooks, 9579|Till all the waves are one with thee! 9579|He was born at Middletown, Pa., July 6, 1861, 9579|(See "_Old Middletown_," in Sunn. Parsee Book, 9579|collected by Roberta Hunt, and in forthcoming volumes 9579|He was one of those who, when they should lose some one, simply 9579|to tell the sorrow with a different, simpler word, and make the 9579|sufferer feel less alone: 9579|"And he was my brother, darling," her youngest daughter once announced 9579|by dropping her head upon her father's knee. 9579|His eyes were closed in a long and silent sleep; then one day, 9579|"Come, little dear, come to my arms!" 9579|Once I woke and found myself in a dark room, and the tears were 9579|"How do you do?" she asked. 9579|"Don't be silly, my dear, I'm very well," he answered, and, 9579|"I'm so sorry," she cried, and laid her head against his breast, 9579|for comfort he was aware; and so they slept together 9579|And the good lady woke, and found herself in her own door and 9579|"You are in Heaven!" she exclaimed; 9579|And the smile of her angel face had vanished. 9579|"What was it, dear?" she asked. 9579|"If you will not tell it to me, my dear, I'll whisper it to 9579|you here in the garden." 9579|"How did you know it was me?" she said. 9579|"That was one of the things 9579|I said to you at breakfast; I believe it _is_ me." 9579|"No; we've no history, and we have no tradition, nor even a 9579|"We must have been ======================================== SAMPLE 14840 ======================================== 1365|For a long time they thought it folly 1365|For a common man to go 1365|To the court of a king's son. 1365|And they did not find it strange or hard 1365|That the king was dead and gone, 1365|But a mighty stir in the house 1365|Whenever the king was near. 1365|A strange uproar arose and took 1365|The place of the king's death and flight, 1365|And the people were quarrelsome, 1365|And most insolent and loud. 1365|And the rich men came in their barges, 1365|And they pushed aside the others, 1365|Said: "The king is dead and gone, 1365|And a foolish woman is he!" 1365|And the maidens they shouted along, 1365|As they rode down the street, 1365|"Let us make a show of being married, 1365|Here is another wench in her bridal." 1365|And the King went in exile 1365|And the court at last received him 1365|And the people with anger came 1365|To embrace him as a brother, 1365|And called him brother. 1365|Yet the men and the maidens 1365|Of the court held back and scolded, 1365|And the King was called a rude beggar 1365|And called unclean. 1365|And one day the King 1365|Fell out of the royal palace 1365|And cried: "I have never been clean, 1365|For all my life I have been ill!" 1365|And the King was helped to be reconciled 1365|By the good lady of the court. 1365|Then the people who scolded 1365|And censured his loud moaning 1365|Said, "Now let us turn him into the city, 1365|And we will wash him at the public baths." 1365|Then upon the floor the little King 1365|In the royal bath sat swimming, 1365|And he murmured in his passion 1365|A bitter sentence of wrath: 1365|"What ails you, you insolent brats, 1365|To dare make merry thus at our expense? 1365|Why do you stand and sigh within 1365|Thus at the good people's expense? 1365|For ten whole long years they sit here 1365|In a row, in their chairs and booths, 1365|In a row, in the royal bath, 1365|All of them, in their brides-maids' groups, 1365|All of them, in their brides-maids' groups." 1365|And the King said, "I hear it, 1365|For I sat here all alone, alone, 1365|And I heard it only from the water. 1365|There came a maid, a young and beautiful one, 1365|And in the middle of the bath she stood; 1365|And she said, "I am the young and beautiful 1365|King and court farmer, 1365|That you have been a merry hostess 1365|And a bath-maid to the rich King's." 1365|And the King replied, "I shall not speak 1365|To any one but my own courtiers. 1365|And if any guest shall wish to sit with me, 1365|I would rather be an ill-tempered dwarf, 1365|Or perhaps a child of low degree, 1365|Or a beggar, I suppose." 1365|Then the guests, the guests who were not pleased 1365|With what they heard him, laughed louder. 1365|Then said the King: "The poor shall not eat 1365|Nor shall they drink, and the sick shall be bade 1365|To sit upon life's couch by their bedclothes." 1365|And the people said, "No; for the King 1365|Calls for all us to be merry, and glad, 1365|And I have heard him call as a guest, 1365|And so he is a welcome guest." 1365|But the King grew grave and fierce 1365|In the hall and cried, "The King is dead; 1365|I have eaten too much in the food-casks; 1365|He shall sit up here and cry, 'Amen!'" 1365|And so he was, and in his grief 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 14850 ======================================== 42034|When the winds blow free! 42034|The sea is deep and wide, 42034|And it loves the wild, 42034|And it follows like a bird. 42034|The sea sings as it flies by, 42034|And it follows too and shows 42034|So wonderful green. 42034|It brings my spirit home, 42034|It brings my soul back, 42034|Like a white cloud on the sky. 42034|It has found its way! 42034|When it was hid away 42034|The winds would blow on it 42034|And it would disappear. 42034|It has found its way, 42034|The clouds can never find it, 42034|So we have to take it, 42034|It is ours until the end! 42034|The clouds fly up on the wind, 42034|But it is so fierce and far 42034|It has not fled away! 42034|Oh, how bright is the sun, 42034|And how lovely the sky! 42034|In bright green-gleaming day, 42034|But when is the time, 42034|I want to sing and to run, I do! 42034|For the summer's gone, and the bird is away! 42034|When the sun and the rain in his path, 42034|It has gone in the wind. 42034|The wind blows strong to the sea in the sky, 42034|But it is only a breeze! 42034|Oh, come back, come back, 42034|It is time for me to sing again! 42034|The storm can never find you-- 42034|Come back, come back, 42034|And the rain will never find you-- 42034|In the green-gleaming sea! 42034|I never saw the day, 42034|I never was there; 42034|Yet in every voice, 42034|Like a little child, 42034|Thy voice my spirit greets, 42034|Like the voice of someone said, 42034|"Be well, thou little child, 42034|The storm will not stand thee." 42034|I never heard the voice of God, 42034|My lips have not said it; 42034|Yet to me ever, 42034|As the sun shines through the cloud, 42034|The voice my spirit greets 42034|"Be well, thou little child." 42034|I never marked the steps of the sun, 42034|My feet have never trod it; 42034|Yet to me ever, 42034|As the stars shine through the skies, 42034|The voice my spirit greets 42034|"Be well, thou little child" 42034|He came as a man and went away 42034|From a man of the world and youth, 42034|And his body and his soul and his love and his pride. 42034|I never saw him, but the years 42034|Have left upon and o'er him 42034|No trace of aught but his great eyes; 42034|And I always knew it-- 42034|For the ways of love were so great 42034|Of a man of the world and youth-- 42034|And still I am glad 42034|That he went away 42034|Like a man of the world 42034|And his body and his soul and his pride. 42034|They come with their cries and their tears, 42034|And their prayers and their sorrows, 42034|Their sorrow's sorrowless, 42034|And a child's glad. 42034|There is no word in the boundless sky, 42034|There is no whisper on the wind, 42034|To the little boy who lies asleep 42034|In the green-gleaming tomb. 42034|He is breathing out in his slumber, 42034|And the world is so still 42034|That it can tell nothing 42034|Of a word that the little boy is breathing: 42034|'Twas the voice of his mother: 42034|She whispered him sleep: 42034|Her words were so soft and so pure 42034|That he was so sweet. 42034|"Sleep, childhood-born!" she said to him, 42034|"A child of the world and youth, 42034|And his spirit breathes not the sound of words 42034|Nor makes any noise; ======================================== SAMPLE 14860 ======================================== 42034|From all kinds of things they could cull: 42034|A beaver and a beaver-nosed rat, 42034|And, just below the surface, I noted 42034|A single hare, a single raccoon. 42034|"I'll be back in--some morning--a-swimming," 42034|I told the waggon, and rode in. 42034|I was in the city where there's sunshine, 42034|But I'm a stranger to the woodland; 42034|So I dropped my hat where she had leaned it, 42034|And, feeling if I could win her, I stepped on it-- 42034|And swam. 42034|"What happened that day you came to our City, 42034|And what do you say?" 42034|"I didn't know. I'd got to see what's--" 42034|Then the waggon turned to a quick stop 42034|And the old horse leaped a bit of slack rope 42034|And went off. 42034|You have come, like a poet who has come 42034|And written verses for a hundred hearts 42034|For other hearts to sing them and to praise them. 42034|And all you have written is the song of the river 42034|And the song of the sky--the immortal, clear-blue sky. 42034|With its rippling, white-winged waves, 42034|And every ripple and spray of the open water, 42034|In a pure word written that every reader says: 42034|"The poets of the river are poets of will." 42034|The poet is the poet of all will, 42034|And for the poet his song is a song of light, 42034|And the poet is alone when the music is all passed. 42034|The poet stands alone on the edge of the silence, 42034|And all he hears is the song of a song of melody. 42034|What does he know of the poet? 42034|His dream is a dream, 42034|And every moment, a sparkle of something new 42034|In his long and passionate dream he discovers 42034|And exults and revels in the light of song. 42034|The poet is the poet of beauty and song; 42034|His song is a song, and his heart beats with love; 42034|The poet is the poet and knows it, and sings it aloud-- 42034|"O poet, poet, poet, poet!" and his eyes sing it. 42034|The day will end with the great song coming, 42034|And the poets of our city and the poets of home 42034|Will sing like a chorus of the song of the river 42034|Then stand together once more and say it with a shout 42034|Through the music of their heart, while their eyes glow with love. 42034|They are singing a great song. I can feel it, 42034|And I only think of the words that are written: 42034|"A poet has come to his door, 42034|A poet with flowers in his hands 42034|Has come across the river, 42034|To greet his poet wife." 42034|My eyes are full of tears, 42034|My heart is weary of fears. 42034|The poet is there, the poet wife, 42034|The poet is here and the poet son. 42034|But my heart goes out to a little children, 42034|Who come to me in the darkness of night. 42034|They are here to listen to the stars, 42034|They are here to hear the quiet song; 42034|They are watching for their beautiful mate; 42034|I am waiting in the darkness alone. 42034|So the stars are shining in the black sky. 42034|The sky is gray below. 42034|All of him who has not come in the darkness 42034|To greet their father, the poet is hidden, 42034|And the poet's only thought is of her.... 42034|His thoughts are of her, the poet wife. 42034|And now I am silent with fear, 42034|The poet and mother are alone.... 42034|I pray that they will not say 42034|Who is a poet and who is a child; 42034|For what do they know in the dark? 42034|I am so weary, so weary of tears, 42034|For every breath is a sigh ======================================== SAMPLE 14870 ======================================== 9576|Who but a child of love had taught 9576|Your courage to grow. 9576|"Where in the battle's smoke and steam 9576|Your arms had smothered death!" 9576|And the old Captain answered meekly. 9576|"It shall be done!" he cried. 9576|But where the flag that bore the Stars and Bars! 9576|Where freedom's banner so proudly waved, 9576|Where the blue battle-line, the red 9576|In dust or blood unwarming shone; 9576|'Tis true the Captain died of old 9576|In a fearful hour of war! 9576|But Freedom's cause is not for shame, 9576|And we have learned to fight with wrong; 9576|And Freedom's flag, when it was new, 9576|Spread o'er the land a flag of might 9576|That still shall float, unsullied bright, 9576|O'er land and ocean, sea and sky! 9576|And when its folded battle-tips 9576|Mount, folded, to the battle's blast, 9576|Freedom's emblems flutter there 9576|Unfaded, unrespected yet! 9576|'Tis strange that War's unfading wings 9576|Should, with an eye of fresh dismay, 9576|And a flag trembling 'neath their blow, 9576|Sweep over land and sea, 9576|O'er sea and ocean, sea and sky. 9576|War's a very pleasant thing! 9576|We lift her burdens light, 9576|Her fruitage far and wide 9576|Where'er the heart is bold. 9576|Her cannon storms and thunderings 9576|Are light upon the land; 9576|O'er all the waters wide 9576|A distant breeze is borne, 9576|And in its deadly stir 9576|The ocean rises higher. 9576|But ah! when gladder prospect smiled 9576|Our spirits dropt for fear, 9576|For lo! the dark and bloody fields, 9576|Where arm'd to vanquish lie, 9576|Are level with the battle-plain, 9576|And far away the smoke is borne 9576|From guns that never rest, 9576|And clouds that never rest, 9576|The clouds of battle--clouds that rest not well! 9576|How often on the track of war 9576|I've watch'd you coming and going, 9576|As if to meet a hostile train 9576|Of ships in convoy towed! 9576|O'er hill and dale you rang our groans, 9576|Your horrors mingled with the groans 9576|Of tortured souls in close of labor, 9576|From morn to even, night to night; 9576|And I am fain to think that sometimes 9576|You turned your backs upon us wholly, 9576|And switched on our darkening lanes 9576|For very joy of seeing our poor stream, 9576|The stream of suffering and revenge, 9576|So bitterly gushing toward the sea! 9576|For o'er his dead and dying clay 9576|Your faithful servant we have ta'en, 9576|And bound him hand and foot, 9576|To tread the road which He, who knew, 9576|Led only at His side. 9576|Ah, could you feel the burning now 9576|As when for some far-off prey 9576|Your hawks were busied hunting, 9576|Or broadswords skim'd the foamy seas, 9576|Or priests were busy praying! 9576|Could you the gladness then of the chase, 9576|The joy of spears, the shock of riven trees, 9576|Have seen, the while I spoke, pass by, 9576|Between the ravages of war, 9576|Between the clamor and the silence, 9576|Between the wail and the funeral,-- 9576|Had ever a dream like this one? 9576|Ah, no! Our joy in battle lies 9576|In one bright morning of the strife, 9576|Which leaves its trace upon the sod, 9576|And leaves a path for Freedom and Right. 9576|And as the trail of battle weaves 9576|Thick overhanging chains and wires, 9576|So industry, where ======================================== SAMPLE 14880 ======================================== 18500|The dearest thing on earth. 18500|Gentle is he, and honest; 18500|An equal, gentle lord, 18500|And, in the world around, 18500|In every place he frequents, 18500|Is an ornament to me. 18500|His daughter, as may be seen, 18500|Has a fair head and pretty brows; 18500|She was on Sunday muff't with me, 18500|And she has just now come here; 18500|She is to dance the next day, 18500|In Gloucester Church-yard now. 18500|And so I'll sing a little song, 18500|At length I say good-night, 18500|While, underneath the hawthorn tree, 18500|My poor, old, ugly aunt is. 18500|From my youth a restless desire 18500|To gaze upon the lovely land, 18500|By nature pleas'd to wander wide, 18500|In all her haunts and environs near, 18500|Till I was come to man's estate, 18500|A rugged land, unkind to toil, 18500|With rocks and stones obstructive bred, 18500|And little flow'rets scarce could I see, 18500|But with delight I left my native sod, 18500|And swam the Ganges to behold the shore, 18500|'Mong the pleasant isles that lie between 18500|The Indian and Indian isle, 18500|Of fruit and flower, of verdant trees, 18500|Trees never fell'd by Indian hand, 18500|And fruits of ev'ry hue and lotos, 18500|From the palms I made my bed, 18500|And there my spirits soft would rise, 18500|And feel I ne'er had felt temptation higher. 18500|The night then did I awake to view 18500|(To my great grief) a naked boy, 18500|That strove, as 'twere a lifon strong, 18500|For counsel in the watery wild. 18500|With hasty touch he tore my shirt 18500|Off, then to the shore he hied, 18500|In jingling chains and fillets grace 18500|I hung myself upon a birch-tree: 18500|He stript my limbs, and in a trice 18500|I swam to safety:-- 18500|It was a perilous sport to me, 18500|But oh! to have been a father! 18500|Oft in the stilly night, 18500|Ere waked from slumbers deep, 18500|Forth would I wander, lone, and far 18500|To where the Mouchzies gently rove; 18500|There, on a bank of reeds, I thought, 18500|Here breathe my soul in purity; 18500|And sweet the sleep that closed mine eye. 18500|The sun his summer glory shed, 18500|And my calm dreams were swiftly done; 18500|And as my way he held, 18500|I gazed with conscious joy on his face. 18500|But soon I heard a raucous shout, 18500|And with a flushed faced joy I woke; 18500|The moorland was up and raining 18500|Its gentle shower and gale; 18500|I started from my dream with glee, 18500|And sought the source of that gay mirth. 18500|The dewy morn had shrunk to be 18500|My mistress as retiring to rest; 18500|And she who sought me, veiled and coy, 18500|Was down upon her lustful bed. 18500|"Whet your sword, John Gilpin! Red heiress! 18500|Lo! how I love thee! Red heiress!" 18500|"And wilt thou join the Scottish bar?" 18500|--'Twas dark, and low, and silent was that day, 18500|And scarce had I risen, ere on the oak I look'd in, 18500|When methought a form did cross my early ken, 18500|Dawn'd on my fancy like the opening of a star. 18500|It seem'd as I did see a vision: first I knew her-- 18500|The early morn of youth, and then she seem'd to me 18500|Like the first smile of morning after ======================================== SAMPLE 14890 ======================================== 19221|That like the moon it rises late 19221|Yet shines so bright, I swear, across 19221|The meadows, and the mills, across 19221|The fields, the stream, the hills; 19221|With every thing that beauty sees 19221|By night and day. 19221|Hear how the locust's drowsy song 19221|Fills the House with ecstasy! 19221|Here will I lay me down and dream 19221|Of my love lost for evermore. 19221|To those fair daughters of the air 19221|What pleasure seest thou form'd so fair 19221|As Venus, from her cloudless heaven 19221|Ascending, with a thousand eyes 19221|Upon her face? 19221|But why should I in verse dedicate 19221|Thy countless eyes, my Mars? 19221|Not for their gracious light would I have painted 19221|Thy mouth, or gently taste thy lip; 19221|Yet, gentle muse, do thou impart 19221|One charm that cannot pass away 19221|Nor all the weight of loss be cast 19221|From thy poor feet; for which of all worn- 19221|And inanimate world doth history seem 19221|More noble than thy worthiest worthiness. 19221|Sweet house in peace, in peace, muse unconfin'd, 19221|Where art thou roaming, and what path hast thou 19221|In this bright country where the sun doth shine? 19221|Say, if in this thy quiet abode 19221|Rome or Athens dwell, is thy family 19221|In neighouring steed; or if thou art 19221|Some barbarous people; or in arms, 19221|Unhire, or in the field of death? 19221|Iris, arise, and give some other queen 19221|Her throne, as glorious as thyself! 19221|Lo! all these lovely shades about us show 19221|Thy own unrivall'd light. 19221|See how from thus pure love and night-dew'd joy 19221|Fast flow the vernal tints! See how fair 19221|Bloom the bright eyes, the lips gleam luminous! 19221|'Tis thou! Ah! do not chide the heaven 19221|That doth the world of thee enroll! 19221|'Tis thou, and thou alone;--a cloud 19221|Doth cover us,--but thou art here! 19221|How beautiful she stands! in her pureness 19221|The loftiest beauty I behold. 19221|Her eye serenely divine 19221|Never hung'st upon a mortal fair, 19221|And yet it seems to rest 19221|Ever on some far-off excellence, 19221|Some globe of love or heaven on earth. 19221|Eyes are not so blue, though they be begot 19221|Of a fair sun; and yet 'tis day 19221|In the clear eye, yet ever fixed 19221|On a heavenly vision. 19221|So fixed, yet ever turned on her 19221|There's nothing in the universe 19221|Which doth not seem most fair. 19221|Hers be shew unto all men, 19221|In brightness, or in gloom, in light, 19221|In purity, in kindred 19221|To a sister most closely 19221|Like to herself:--a sister 19221|Whom thou mayst think that thou art sister; 19221|But she 's fairer far than thou, 19221|If thou see her. 19221|In bright blue eyes the Child 19221|Lights to hers, and the dimples grace 19221|Her perfect cheek; the lidded breathe 19221|Soft as a mother's breast she yields 19221|Up to the skies; she's so blest, in sooth, 19221|She knows no sadness. 19221|In purple hair the maid 19221|Locks midnight with her locks; for they 19221|Are heavenly locks, most fair of birth; 19221|The first of nature. 19221|The midnight hour is nigh, 19221|Come thou, fair Angelique! 19221|With thine own eyes behold 19221|This child: she'll make it holy, 19221|And thou her heart's delight. 19221|Come, child of Art and Science ======================================== SAMPLE 14900 ======================================== I would gladly be 2620|With you to live and die, 2620|Though you must die with me; 2620|For you I could endure 2620|A thousand angry gods, 2620|And, though not of our train, 2620|Still be the happy fool. 2620|No! I will be with you 2620|Till old age come knocking: 2620|But, after that, you know 2620|That I shall be with others. 2620|And then, ere that may be, 2620|If I be with others still, 2620|I'll go my way, and live 2620|As best I could of old. 2620|How do I love you? 2620|You're a little gray-headed man! 2620|I've twenty years of wedded life 2620|More, and yet I love you not! 2620|When I first saw you I thought, as all men did, 2620|That all men loved such births of wrenched arms as mine! 2620|Not that I have been in love with any one; 2620|For if all love me, that truth is plainly seen: 2620|And, if I have not loved you, then women do it! 2620|But all men, when they look at the breast of a wife, 2620|Think, as I think, of the dear old time, and dream 2620|Of the sweet innocent winters, of sun and moon, 2620|Of the dear old days, when they made love like me! 2620|But you are young; and you never will know them all; 2620|For, though I love you, love I must not to you; 2620|And I am old; and, with an old-fashioned wit, 2620|I can tell in the morning the things that I think. 2620|As I was going up Pall Mall to tea, 2620|I met a man with queer eyes, 2620|And he made answer to my speech, 2620|In a strange, strange queer way:-- 2620|"I've been up Pall Mall to tea, 2620|Yet I dona like the place: 2620|There's a fellow there I do know 2620|I do not wish to meet; 2620|Musty--musty looks the street 2620|And the wind is bitterly cold, 2620|Yet I'm as happy as a king 2620|In a nice little house below, 2620|For my wife and I are happy, 2620|In a nice little house below, 2620|We've a garden of fine trees 2620|And we have honeycombs and rings 2620|And we have maids that are sweet; 2620|There's no house can be perfect, 2620|Yet we think we have a right 2620|To be perfect, as true friends are, 2620|When they can see that we're you and I, 2620|If they could see that we're you and I, 2620|If they could see that we're you and me. 2620|As I was going up Pall Hill, 2620|I met a man with queer eyes: 2620|He said: "I've been up Pall Hill 2620|A whole year to tea." 2620|As I was going up Pall Hill, 2620|I met a man with queer eyes: 2620|He said: "I've been up Pall Hill 2620|To tea, and I do not like it very much; 2620|I have not a drop to drink, 2620|Yet I do not like it much; 2620|For I think it is the worst place 2620|When I think of--ay, ay, the same; 2620|Yet I'm as silly as a canary, 2620|When I think of--ay, ay, the same." 2620|As I was going up Pall Hill, 2620|And I must not let you down! 2620|A rose-colour grows on your face, 2620|And the sunshine on your hair: 2620|You are all the gay, gay season, 2620|For you only do to-day. 2620|As I was going up Pall Hill, 2620|As I was going up Pall Hill, 2620|As I was going up Pall Hill, 2620|As I was going up Pall Hill, 2620|As I was ======================================== SAMPLE 14910 ======================================== 24269|He made, and, as a stone, with cunning and with art, 24269|And many a charm, of which some would have thought 24269|Ill done had we not been wary, but his time; 24269|And, when, at length, he bade us take our stand, 24269|Arose the steely tempest. We, thus placed, 24269|Had still to guard us both, with thongs of leather 24269|We bound the hands, and to the thongs fast bound 24269|His son; then from his belly to his head 24269|We withdrew him, and, as he lay, his tail 24269|Next from beneath him threw, and closed in folds 24269|Around his manly sides, as also me. 24269|When, though the winds at length abated not, 24269|And from the billows drove the waves, suddenly 24269|Hearing a voice, in whose tones we understood 24269|The voice of Ulysses, I, at the sight 24269|Of our oarsmen, all in panic, trembled 24269|Like one whom clouds o'erhang with thunder. 24269|And now, as he was thus ensnared, we swam 24269|Through the wide-flung breezes; but the wind 24269|Blew off our sails, for not a sail retained 24269|Ulysses; he, thus driven ashore, floated 24269|One length, and the rest leaped into the sea, 24269|For all the bowsprit filled them also. 24269|Thus, then, all day, we fricas'd the waste, 24269|Till the broad sun descending, clothed us all 24269|In garments wrought of living silk, which spread 24269|From end to end, above our heads, the fold. 24269|On the eve, when other weather had screened 24269|Our course from dangers, we, with my crew, 24269|Conduct'd by my dearest friend, the King, 24269|Stood at a certain part of the hollow shore. 24269|The shore at length was reached, and, seated, stayed 24269|We there in silence toil'd; I, thus, alone 24269|The King's appearance in the hollow cave. 24269|Oh my dearest father! I have here arriv'd 24269|Still to be witness at my table-guard's 24269|And servants' heads a man of sense, a man 24269|In friendship warm with whom I delight 24269|To sit, for whom I entertain no more 24269|A thought of toil through foreign countries wide. 24269|To whom scarce enjoin'd, in words of joy, 24269|The aged Sire, I thus began, and pray'd 24269|The genial Gales on high to shed me forth 24269|Thy gale, that we may drink the juice divine, 24269|That, as he once have bless'd us, we may drink 24269|The juice that dwells within the fig-tree;-- 24269|But first a bit of cheese I will require, 24269|And offer it, and thou shalt take the portion, 24269|If she or he of hand, in place of me, 24269|Give me your leave to touch the door. Such is 24269|The law, O man, that all thy days thou singest, 24269|Nor any eye thy song regard; but these 24269|Thy daily dues, thy every pleasure take. 24269|I spoke also what most I long'd to prove, 24269|And with the word, the word, complied; the cheese 24269|In safety lay, and then with much command, 24269|Thy father, open laid the door. Such was 24269|The king's commandment, nor I less the sire 24269|The cake prepared, and in the hollow cave 24269|The aged Man himself sat eating, his ear 24269|Oft listening who (a sight) sat not within, 24269|For, in that presence, of his son, the chief 24269|Of all the chiefs, Minerva's seer, the Muse, 24269|Himself, not long ago, had mourn'd, long since, 24269|A son iniquitous, Polyctor Meles, 24269|Sorrowing, through fear from Vulcan, and his wife, 24269|Whose name was Coronis, ======================================== SAMPLE 14920 ======================================== 1246|For you, my love; for you, I've never 1246|Brought a thought to my mind in the last 1246|Long hours of the day. The day's a mad hour. 1246|The day will run to its utmost. 1246|You'll sit down in your room. I'll come in 1246|And make you something lovely, and sweet. 1246|I'll make you a ring, and you shall take 1246|Your little lover's hands and kiss them. 1246|I'll make you a ring, and, clasp only hand, 1246|I'll put a golden coin within it-- 1246|And then I'll take it to your hand, 1246|And you shall hold it in your own that is 1246|More precious than all--your lover's hand! 1246|I will make you a ring. 1246|I will make you a ring, 1246|And then kiss you from the golden coin. 1246|And then you shall look down on that boy, 1246|For whom I've made the wedding-ring-- 1246|And give him to your soul, and kiss him. 1246|You who sit there like a girl who is so young, 1246|And can see nothing out in the world, 1246|And can only hear so loudly the sound 1246|Of the bells, and see so little about, 1246|I've given you a ring. 1246|And I have told you of the money-maker, 1246|How if you will give it to him, 1246|He'll make you a girl of a certain age, 1246|With the young blood of a city. 1246|Well, I'll tell you about it, my friend. 1246|You shall give him what-you will. 1246|I cannot give you back all the world, 1246|Nor change your life; you shall live on. 1246|You are so young, and yet you have seen 1246|So many years of world-round things, 1246|You understand all about it now; 1246|You have read the Book of Parts, where all 1246|Is set in stone, and sealed in a word. 1246|You have heard about it. We are young, 1246|Young, and very good at what we do. 1246|And you shall understand, come what may, 1246|The reason why I give you a ring to-day,-- 1246|Come, and give him your hand. 1246|There's a boy who goes to Mass once a week-- 1246|He is so tall and fine; 1246|When he makes love to Mary Ann, 1246|Why, then she says "Yes"; 1246|And while they are laughing at the priest 1246|She whispers "Yes" to him. 1246|And I'm sure he would rather have her 1246|Than any other man. 1246|Or any girl I may have heard say-- 1246|But now I'm off to bed. 1246|I go over to Mass once a week, 1246|And that is all the reason why-- 1246|He would rather have her than any other,-- 1246|The reason why I would rather have her! 1246|Well, my friend, you've made another woman 1246|And married her to-day; and I am sure 1246|You would rather see her, too, than any woman 1246|Since she's such a pretty thing. 1246|So my dear dear, I'll tell you, and you will surely 1246|Have much the same answer,--Come, see the ring! 1246|I have written twice, but the thought of it makes me 1246|Aghast, and I can't write it all over; 1246|I shall have to turn over the pages, 1246|And write it over in Latin. 1246|"My wife is a woman and has come back to me, 1246|My love is a lady and has found me; 1246|I have written about her, and you have read my 1246|Speeches, 1246|You have talked about her. 1246|But since my wife has come back to me, 1246|I've found another way to try to express her; 1246|It's not over at all: 1246|Go to her,--go to her,--go to ======================================== SAMPLE 14930 ======================================== 4010|The sunbeam falls as bright 4010|As silver flakes of snow 4010|Upon the mountains' bosom, 4010|But, from the mead below, 4010|The bloom of flowers is pictured, 4010|With violets painted to match, 4010|And tulips in bold array. 4010|The morning hues are dimmer, 4010|And, from the forest shades alighting, 4010|The daws come flitting softly; 4010|But, from the hollow in descending, 4010|The gushing tear is dim; 4010|And some have thought me dreaming, 4010|That the dew is shining, shining, 4010|For, where the dew is falling, 4010|There shines our summertime. 4010|We've seen the green and rosy, 4010|And the pale-starr'd morn, 4010|And then we thought, alas! 4010|We'd see that afternoon. 4010|And we have watched the twilight, 4010|But, oh! it brings us woes: 4010|Let us not linger, joy-stricken, 4010|When day has vanished so! 4010|What need we of the evening 4010|To make our hearts rejoice? 4010|For, ere the night-wind murmurs, 4010|Or the stars tell night away, 4010|We've seen the autumn rain. 4010|In the dark old ruins, in the lonely streets of old Worcester town 4010|As the sun sank slowly from the eastern hill, 4010|The bright streams stained the skies with golden hue, 4010|That all my heart with rapturous glow began 4010|To gaze upon the form of her, so fair as she stood, 4010|Whose form was of a shapely stature tall and straight, 4010|A dusky hue was in her yellow hair, 4010|That o'er her shoulders hung in gurgling ropes, 4010|That, in her side, an azure light did play, 4010|Like that the morning dyes upon the cloud, 4010|When the white sun sinks into the sea. 4010|The song of birds--I listen'd as I sung - 4010|The music which the wind upon the trees 4010|Breathed o'er her form--the wild birds' song,-- 4010|Swell'd my high will, I clasp'd her to my heart - 4010|Her eyes were like two starry eyes of old, 4010|A golden cloud was in their depths that shone, 4010|And, "Oh! that I were where I _am_!" 4010|She is mine own dear companion, my own-- 4010|My own beloved, for her heart, I swear, 4010|Nor the dark powers of the wood nor river 4010|Could ever put the things she loved from me: 4010|So mine she goes,--my bosom's own bride 4010|For ever from the moment that I clasp'd her, 4010|My love, my own darling, for her sake-- 4010|So mine she goes, the day that may not be - 4010|No, no, no! while life with thee may last, 4010|My love, my own lovely maid! 4010|The days and the nights we have spent together, 4010|The lovesick heart, the heart all aflame, 4010|The joyous eyes, the laughing lips forever new, 4010|The sunny smile, the mirth that awakes, 4010|The happy hours,--the noonday gloom so rare, 4010|But love--oh! love--all that she lost herewith, 4010|Is mine; her part of all I lost in heaven. 4010|Oh! what avails it, that from day to day 4010|We felt the fond, sweet bond unbroken, 4010|And heard no voice to call us apart? 4010|I might have dwelt at her beloved feet, 4010|We know each night the same, when dawn is near, - 4010|Or if it were, that I, who now am here 4010|In the same room as once, could see with pride 4010|One half of her fond heart--it cannot be. 4010|What could we do but sigh in silence down, 4010|We know that thou wouldst never forget! 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 14940 ======================================== 22229|The drowsy, lazy days when the wind is low; 22229|The moon that never had seen the sea, 22229|Is there and will be there until the morrow. 22229|I want to take the wild wind's arm, 22229|And be a queen for evermore, 22229|And win a kingdom, and be king, 22229|But a heart--a heart that is calm and warm. 22229|I want to give the air a thrill, 22229|And light the drowsy air on fire, 22229|And be a queen for evermore, 22229|And lord it like a lord to me. 22229|My drowsy heart's been in a fret 22229|But there is naught can do the same; 22229|Now I can trust in her and you, 22229|And all the world will know my love. 22229|What matter if the fates despise 22229|And that I cannot reach perfection? 22229|The love that you gave is a charm 22229|That holds the soul in heavenly trance; 22229|I envy no king on this sad earth 22229|My happy, heart-warm, quiet queen. 22229|The dark-blue mists that rest above, 22229|The gentle wind that sighs among, 22229|Bring a soft memory in the night 22229|That brings the rose in the morning light; 22229|The sky hangs o'er my love's serene, 22229|As 'neath stars that hide the earth's grey stain 22229|Her image is seen by morning ray. 22229|For there the moonbeams like the dew 22229|In the deep sky above her lie: 22229|The stars will flash in the west away 22229|She's there with the stars! 22229|The bright and golden dreams that are 22229|In her bosom's dim recesses, 22229|Are dimly lighted by his beams of fame, 22229|And golden are her eyes in deathless story. 22229|She sits and dreams in the shade, 22229|Of a sweet, sweet love, 22229|And the tears come fast in like a stream, 22229|And the dream that glads. 22229|When you reach the gate, 22229|I'll be waiting there 22229|'Neath the moon that's hung a-tremble 22229|On the night's pale white; 22229|As it falls o'er the shadowy lake 22229|And the star its glory has bought, 22229|To the dim dimm o'erhead on the hill 22229|Its light is flung. 22229|'Neath the moon's soft beam, 22229|On my knee, 22229|I think upon the loved one's smile, 22229|Of the eyes that shone, 22229|In a dream we fondly loved so well-- 22229|For a dream so well! 22229|I'll sit and kiss 22229|The hand that still, 22229|In my cradle lies, 22229|Folded its soft hand in mine, 22229|With a sweet kiss 22229|It gave to the bosom, too, of my dear 22229|And lovelorn love. 22229|'Neath the moonbeam's glance 22229|And the moonlit sea, 22229|My soul is dreaming by a spring, 22229|And a dream in the dream. 22229|A lovely little house of the lordly type-- 22229|A house in the castle of one, at any rate-- 22229|A house--the very word's unboasting, in its way-- 22229|Houses are a pleasant little things to me. 22229|With a view 22229|To the joy of the things that, in truth, they are not; 22229|As things themselves, a little house, though small-topped, large, 22229|Of the lordly type--as I have seen, of late, 22229|And, in your face, 22229|The proud, unblemished character I hold most dear 22229|Of all the houses--and, too, I have noted well 22229|That the house is a house, for we make so free, and go, 22229|We stand out from the crowd, you or I, for our love-- 22229|A house of the lordly type--and ======================================== SAMPLE 14950 ======================================== 27139|As she hath done for man, so now shall be done for thee. 27139|As she hath done for man, so now shall be done for thee. 27139|As she hath done for man, so now shall be done for thee. 27139|I know her, and now I know the sweet and gracious nature 27139|Of her gentle nature and pure and benign spirit. 27139|The sweet and gracious nature of her gentle nature is 27139|A living beam that gladdens all a man beholds. 27139|The pure and benign spirit of her benign spirit is 27139|A burning light that thrills all his pulses through 27139|With a feeling of joy and of great pleasure. 27139|I know her, I know the sweet and gracious nature 27139|Of her sweet nature and pure and benign spirit. 27139|And now I know how my purpose to fulfill hath been 27139|By the true and pure nature of her benign spirit. 27139|And now I know how the pure and benign spirit of her 27139|Is a living beam, a burning beams beam in mine heart. 27139|I know her, and now I know the sweet and benevolent 27139|Nature which to me and myself hath been her light. 27139|And I know how she hath been my light, my light, my 27139|I know her, and now know the sweet and benevolent nature 27139|Of her sweet nature and pure and benign spirit. 27139|The sweet and benevolent nature of her sweet nature 27139|Now hath been fulfilled in me, and I feel my life renewed. 27139|I feel the spirit of good which dwells in me, 27139|That dwells and reigns in thee, thy life, and all thy works; 27139|I feel the spirit of love which dwells in me, 27139|That dwells and reigns in thee, thy life, and all thy works; 27139|I feel the spirit of happiness that dwells in me, 27139|That dwells and reigns in thee, thy life, and all thy works. 27139|And there's no man of men can say I've ever done 27139|A thing of worth and worth alone, to give his soul 27139|A sense of joy and joy alone in the good of me; 27139|I've given pleasure and joy to the world. I've given 27139|I've given the chance to men--to men, that they may live. 27139|My gift to them is health and welfare. 27139|But they have set a price on health and welfare, 27139|They have bid me give it all away. 27139|I give my health and welfare, 27139|But they have bid me choose between two evils. 27139|I'm either a fool in health and welfare, 27139|Or a wise man in folly and folly. 27139|For folly and folly is not worth while. 27139|For a fool in health and welfare 27139|Is always hungry, he will never get enough. 27139|The foolish boy in health and welfare, 27139|Is always full, and always needs more-- 27139|Wine in his blood, or the food in his breast. 27139|Wine, or the food in his breast, 27139|When he sees in health but grain and clay, 27139|Wound in his heart or leg, he is afraid. 27139|For a fool in health and welfare 27139|Is always in for a charge; 27139|He is always a gambler with his health, 27139|Or of folly or lust is always cheated. 27139|I would not with the foolish boys play 27139|The gambler with his health. 27139|It may be that a fool in health and welfare, 27139|Or a fool in folly and folly, 27139|Can be as good as many a fool in folly 27139|Or lust. 27139|For a fool in health and welfare 27139|Or a fool in folly and folly, 27139|I would not with them play. 27139|For a fool in health and welfare, 27139|Wine or bread, or a noble meal, 27139|Can be the food of a noble meal. 27139|Fools in health and welfare 27139|Are but fools in welfare. 27139|For a fool in health and welfare, 27139|Wine or food, or a noble meal, 27139|All the time is ======================================== SAMPLE 14960 ======================================== 1728|beholds our father in the house with Helen, and would have called him 1728|'What news ye brought him, say? and what new thing have we learned 1728|in our strange land, that ye may be glad of it?' 1728|Then answered Phineus, lord of the Aetolians: 'Hereof there is no 1728|tale, but it is certain and evident. Our fathers made the very 1728|marshals of the sea-cliffs, and they took me to the cities of 1728|the men and the cattle of the Maeonians, and the gods gave me an 1728|elder son of a daughter of Asteropaeus. But soon as for the 1728|cattle of the Maeonians I was gone, even so did the gods alter 1728|the marriage, sending me with my daughter to Aia, the goddess 1728|mother; and by and by all our son was slain.' 1728|Then again spake wise Telemachus and spake saying: 'Yea 1728|verily, verily, I did send you message, that ye might know 1728|the tidings of this marriage, and the saying of the stranger.' 1728|Then the swineherd made answer and said: 'Verily I will have 1728|you know that I was never of the Maeonians, but a stranger 1728|sent me, and my father has gone with his daughter to a distant 1728|land, and hath taken them to his own town, where it is not 1728|behold of the Achaeans; and a stranger thus has come hither 1728|with his wife and children. Ere yet the days of his life were 1728|numbered he had slain the bull for grief, when he had slain 1728|Thesprotia, and the horned ox. For this had I a son 1728|and a valiant champion, and I would take him to the home of 1728|his father and to his house, for never yet did any man 1728|suffer him no punishment for the death of his foe.' 1728|Then wise Telemachus answered him, saying: 'Yea now, 1728|by that god first of men, who made all things, it is as thou 1728|hast said. But come now, give the wanderer one more lesson of 1728|wisdom, namely, that when he shall have gone through 1728|all the way, and shall have passed through the house of 1728|the Achaeans, he shall come to thine own country. And 1728|thy son shall be a godlike warrior even as now, and thou 1728|hast a goodly man in thy house.' 1728|And Odysseus of many counsels answered him and said: 1728|'Odysseus of many counsels, wilt thou tell me in what wise a 1728|woman can give birth to such an offspring as hath 1728|passed through the 1728|house of the Achaeans, and what manner of death shall be that 1728|man whose son hath fallen? for behold, I doubt the tale. It 1728|is no the first time that such a thing hath been done. And 1728|now, that thou art wise and just, will I tell thee all 1728|that is seen of this kind, whereof the father was angry, 1728|and for verily would he give thee counsel; and many an one of 1728|the folk were of his kindred sore in pain, for he had 1728|cowed his friends. For behold, he went to the ship of 1728|the Myrmidons, and the sea gat him in his ship, and the 1728|maidens held away, and the sailors left them; and a 1728|woman took the charge of the house. Thus for a while he 1728|lived in halls and feasted, but the sea came upon him, 1728|and the tide was ever ebbing and flowing, so that never 1728|long his life waxed. But presently did he draw anear 1728|his house and the people of his lineage, that he might see 1728|how his children fared, and come to his farm, for he was in 1728|his age and a rich man. So he took his horses and 1728|gave them free-lipered to walk, that they might look on the 1728|house and the people with their wives and little ones ======================================== SAMPLE 14970 ======================================== 20|Thir whole estate, and with such wealth augmentd, in all 20|Thir good, discoverd, and to them as they 20|To God, their Sovran Lord; as was devised 20|For their defence by NIMSHIDNIAH the Ransomd, 20|When he came to th' Assembly MOKANNAE leading 20|His warlike Gent--NIMSHIDNIAH the Ransomd, 20|Thir means and wonted vengeance. In the meanwhile 20|The RZDEVIM her Council met; and in thir countr'd 20|Branch, who each through Faucon had tour'd, avails 20|No farther, if he will not speak, the rout 20|Of wandering Heathens, who in thir shrubs 20|With wonted lawless riot fill the Bay, 20|ROBBEDNAVM, of whom the RZDEVIM had charge, 20|Was Vice President. In his turn Otho 20|Assayer knew him, and began: "Mr. President, 20|A messenger from the people I come, 20|Familiar to thine ear; more earnestly 20|I come, than I came, before, with earnest suit 20|Against the rash and evil Proprietors 20|Of BOSTON, in the pulpits. Them I speak of, 20|The manifest fraud, the guilty riot, 20|The high plagiarick wickedness of those 20|Who, standing in congregation, solemnize 20|Their own errors first, and then plagiarize 20|And sin with others, as the Beavers practiced 20|With ABARIM and ZAROPIND. Behold their books! 20|They snare the people with a solemn vow, 20|And then, by force of silence, STAMP out their faults, 20|Legitimately, but unlawfully, in men, 20|And in a law to footmanage God. Behold 20|Their books! behold their books! behold their books! 20|A MONKEY'S alike their owner and theirs! 20|Now these be wicked as the wildest wolves: 20|The rest are pious, just, and written right; 20|The rest are Quakers, and conform to these 20|Their strictly evangelical walks. 20|The rest uphold their covenant with the beasts, 20|Refuse to lend the mails unto them here, 20|Bury their dead, and to their worship resort; 20|These lay hands on the offending books, and these 20|Prepare and seal those wherein they do resort. 20|Behold the wicked sect from GRIMAS sprung, 20|And them the wicked race of BOSTON comes; 20|These by force of circumstances do come, 20|But THOSE from CONNECTICUT do flee away. 20|And this the Almighty Father hath fore-won 20|With gracious purpose, that ev'n those things be wrought 20|Which best his pleasure shall prepare and crown 20|With blessings infinite, while he defends 20|The truth and goodness of his covenant, 20|Ev'n from that threat'ning power which BEGINS, 20|And in that SACRED ORDER HOLY, 20|In sacred books and holy law exact. 20|"And this our covenant with the beasts, 20|Our holy, holy Covenant, how well it deals 20|With them, behoves us to observe; 20|For whatsoever are the sales or gains 20|By converting them to Gods or Gods to come, 20|Or else to me, the SACRED SON, which GOD is, 20|Must convert these also, though I remain 20|Unalter'd, or they also leave this light. 20|"But, if they will not from me fall, but stay 20|As heretofore, here also stay they too, 20|And either way submit to me: if I will 20|They may from me take away their sale; 20|And on this day must be observed even me." 20|--Thus spake the Eternal Father; and he stayed 20|Th' unnonder'd Angel, and resum'd his pray'r. 20|Pray'rs first were zealous, next, the willing flock; 20|And every house in candlestick stood bright 20|With outstared lamps, as at the solemn fast 20|Taught each his part; the keys holding rank or cross, 20|The lights were the sign of various degrees ======================================== SAMPLE 14980 ======================================== 24778|We've done our best, from this day forward, 24778|to keep the "R" out of "R." 24778|The "O's" now line up with precision 24778|and are duly noted, too: 24778|I've done my best to make them complete; 24778|and would do my worst, in duty bound, 24778|to mark the "A" and the "N." 24778|I'm glad you like "O" and "I" better than "e"; 24778|I understand why "t" and "e" are "o." 24778|If you've any questions about my rhymes, 24778|or find a fault with my arrangements, 24778|you can _ask Edith_, my old parrot. 24778|"Quack! quack! Quack!" 24778|She laughs in her blue and saucy way, 24778|with the air of a woman ready for a fight. 24778|Her "lounge" is a desk near the fireplace, 24778|and at times she has even been known to 24778|sit down for a few minutes, 24778|to warm her hands from the combing of 24778|the knots of her hair. 24778|But oh! her cheerful and witty jokes, 24778|are as good for the soul as 24778|the funniest of her wit. 24778|Her eyes are brighter than stars, and 24778|they shine with a rare and celestial light, 24778|and when in a comical mood 24778|she talks "out" as a "tater" would talk, 24778|her laugh would be a "wumpole's" "wass." 24778|But, oh! her charming and charming ways, 24778|the happy and patient, her "spend," 24778|she will never find another mite 24778|to match in her "spend," 24778|Or, let us suppose (as may befall) that 24778|her last gift is an old silver chain, 24778|with a golden link, 24778|I'm sure you'll say in her favor 24778|was never given by a girl. 24778|With a chain of half a hundred years 24778|she is holding it up to the air, 24778|And she shakes it with a manner still more sweet 24778|than a red rose. 24778|And it keeps coming, it keeps coming down, 24778|and she knows not why, 24778|But I'm sure you'll say in her favor 24778|it was never given by a girl! 24778|We are all of us waiting for a chance 24778|to be useful like you, 24778|You must think that you will "work a treat" 24778|for our hearts and for our eyes. 24778|But the truth of it is, 24778|we never find a work that we are quite glad 24778|about. 24778|You must think, indeed, that you'll "work a treat" 24778|for our hearts and for our eyes. 24778|And there will be the heartache and the hurt, 24778|and the misery of it, 24778|And the endless sighing 24778|from the heart for the joy to come. 24778|O how beautiful is the April day! 24778|And how sweet the flowers! 24778|And it is the time of roses, and lilies, 24778|faintly rising, 24778|Softly blowing in the meadows, 24778|The garden is very pretty! 24778|And it is the time of roses, and lilies, 24778|Their golden petals, 24778|Like silvery snowflakes melting, 24778|I see upon the meadows. 24778|And then the roses are in bloom; 24778|They have come out so softly, 24778|I feel as if I could curl them 24778|into snow, 24778|And then they fade away. 24778|It is sweet to lie and loiter to the frosty grass, 24778|To watch the clouds pass over the hills and the hills, 24778|And the fields, like a garden with daisies and lilacs, 24778|In the warm fresh air of April. 24778|For the flowers of April are sweeter than honey; 24778|And the wind in its icy wings is ======================================== SAMPLE 14990 ======================================== 8187|"Come, tell us, thou God of gods, 8187|'Tis not for the sake of gold 8187|Thou bringest these bright gems, 8187|But that I know by their soft shine 8187|That thou'rt the God of Love." 8187|"Ah, my dear Lord, the gold is dust, 8187|Thou'rt young, they say, two hundred years. 8187|But if thy heart and soul be true 8187|And from this life of dust to come 8187|Thou'lt not be changed in your decline! 8187|"I've known one, I know, my son, 8187|A man of royal birth in Greece; 8187|And he was wont to wear-- 8187|'Twas a golden chain around his neck-- 8187|"One bright light, I wist that day, 8187|And--ah! that dark untimely hour! 8187|And I, ah, so blind-- 8187|My little son, what now dost thou know?"-- 8187|"I knew not where it lay, sir, 8187|He told me, in his own way; 8187|But all the earth is dark and dull, 8187|And no man hears his name _his_ note; 8187|"In Rome's dull streets I used to lie, 8187|And hear--_his_ last farewell kiss-- 8187|I could not tell to those who lay 8187|Like ghosts, or but a passing smile; 8187|"Thus did I rest, to what I knew 8187|Of this--that little world on earth 8187|Bewildered at the brightening hour, 8187|"And I, as nameless and untrusting, 8187|The shadows I felt about me stole, 8187|Till by the gentle light I saw 8187|(Which God gave to me, in fear) 8187|How man and angel love one star." 8187|Then, as he turned the golden chain 8187|And breathed it from the golden mouth, 8187|He felt this light--this light-- 8187|From out that chain--oh, could I tear 8187|This soul from out my mortal zone! 8187|And I--so weary, wan, and worn-- 8187|In darkness must seek some ray, 8187|And look--but look in vain!-- 8187|And see--oh, who could look--if true 8187|How dark this world's if it were known! 8187|"Oh, be my prisoner there, and I, the Soul within thee, 8187|"And let me bear thee as prisoners would, 8187|"And live in what, though thou wert blest, woe is thee!-- 8187|"The only world, if the rest's but to woe! 8187|"And when I have seen every soul, 8187|"As well as thou, whose own life's as blank 8187|"As hell's bleak deserts--then say--what world wilt thou be?-- 8187|"Thou'rt but as poor a thing as mine! 8187|"Of all the many dreams of youth, 8187|"The first hath been the most true; 8187|"My other dreams have all been wayside looks, 8187|"A hint, I can't deny, 'twas true. 8187|"I've made my heart so light, that it 8187|"Its warmth around would go, 8187|"As if my hand had ever found 8187|"Honey in a wildest way. 8187|"But, ah, my joy?--how soon it seems 8187|"Our eyes must meet again! 8187|"I have not learned, so dearly dear, 8187|"To look down from that first sight; 8187|"For if my hand for one moment 8187|"Should linger on those eyes, 8187|"To feel them fluttering to my heart, 8187|"And plead with me for one bliss 8187|"It _would_ not love, yet love so much, 8187|"Thinking of _one_ lost youth! 8187|"But see--what change comes o'er me! 8187|"That light I see, is that 8187|"The form a young, bright bird can trace 8187 ======================================== SAMPLE 15000 ======================================== 1002|And I, who never shall see my true reward, 1002|Been born to be with sinners crucified. 1002|Truly thy words so glads me, that the song 1002|Takes every favour to itself, and yields 1002|No other praise but thine. Therefore thy words 1002|Give pleasure to my spirit, and thy words 1002|Sweetened my soul with their affections' fragrance. 1002|Thus in the presence of the blessed I 1002|Surrounded am; for nothing there is joyous 1002|But in that which makes honour and in bliss. 1002|Within the church itself there is a gate 1002|That opens to eternity, and back 1002|reaches to the recitative of the psalm 1002|By very still fingers to and fro 1002|Turned on its string. And as in that cadence 1002|One voice commingle meets, one voice 1002|One heart within it moves, till one is whole, 1002|So, round about that saintly structure grew, 1002|Heart of the whole, and memory entire, 1002|With such glad feeling of new joy born, 1002|That within me, as I turned to hear, my Guide 1002|Nailed to my heart, and said: "O ye, who stand 1002|In the midway of love, and ask for things, 1002|Whereby your faith may be complete, and so 1002|Sit like two in one place for a short space, 1002|Choose yourselves the very seat with me 1002|That ever between his right foot and left 1002|Is vacant; and let your mind transfuse its light, 1002|That thus unto the lake of all it drifts, 1002|The body floats." 1002|And as one doubts 1002|If what he is is truly that which seems, 1002|And tries with questioning words and low questions 1002|To swell the answer, such I became, 1002|Bewildered and unable my Self to question; 1002|And beckoning with my feet I went my way 1002|With those old people who go not by self-steppers. 1002|Natheless I was agitated then 1002|With love of speech; and as he blessed and prayed 1002|Within me, "Et se excelte Deum pauperum," 1002|Express I seem to feel within my mind. 1002|O life! why dost thou poison the whole sea 1002|With thyself? Behold, thyself so poisoned 1002|Thou gavest me, when I embraced thine own! 1002|Thou seest how Clement, S. Ignaziali, 1002|And the whole band of Sabellius went astray, 1002|And were already wellnigh lost their sight. 1002|Behold the sinner, who is becoming 1002|Theet to sanctify; not this his portion, 1002|Which was assigned him by the bishop, 1002|So that his fault is not hidden any more; 1002|But for his poverty he wishes it, 1002|And wishes even that he were rich indeed. 1002|Therefore I will make a covenant with thee, 1002|That thou shalt make him rich who asks for light, 1002|And who for knowledge wouldst have thee aid. 1002|This is the minstrel, singing his Apocesanisme, 1002|Who asks for light from God, and gives it him not ever. 1002|And this is he who questions: "What is gold?" 1002|Or if this gold were so, whence comest thou 'mong the AEsites?" 1002|And it to him: "Thou knowest that thei were made 1002|To hear and see; and if they in our realm were light 1002|So that their structure were not marvelously, 1002|For one Peter should build another Peter, 1002|And another fame, and another Caiaphas, 1002|Such is the work of Cresphontes and of Chrysostom. 1002|I speak of Basil and of Jerome, and they are chief 1002|And every Chrysostom, and every Basil thou seest; 1002|But Cresphontes prized more highly his praise; 1002|He that most glorified his verse of the evangel; 1002|He that ======================================== SAMPLE 15010 ======================================== 8187|Than the proudest masts in world, 8187|To the sea they'll steer, and the shore-water they 8187|will make, at the time of day, 8187|When we've lost our old friends in the deep-sea, 8187|In the day of all things great. 8187|We all are friends on board who have once seen 8187|That great blue twilight of the air, 8187|Then saw in passing "truce" that friend beheld 8187|In the eye of the greatest friend. 8187|_Then went away with the wind 8187|Where I never got i'th' sea, 8187|When I've seen a ship no wider than my thumb. 8187|And as this wind blew up and down 8187|From the old bay, all the breeze 8187|And as this wind blew out from the old bay, 8187|The world would see all the sea swell swell 8187|As they've been before but now, 8187|And all the wind-fog all around-- 8187|But come 'twas far more than that 8187|From the old bay, it was _thwarted_ more, 8187|For the Wind was so _touched_ with _sunshine_, 8187|As when, the old bay at its height, 8187|As it fled o'er the ocean again, 8187|We were _caught_ in his _clouds_ of storm, 8187|And we've sailed 'em all out again, 8187|And we've been blown like a storm-bird through them 8187|But the tempest swooned away, 8187|And the sea was safe as the _sealage_ that stays 8187|At night _by the shore of the ocean_, 8187|And it's safe till the storm comes in again. 8187|But oh! the night of that storm-time 8187|It was _dark_, while we stood breathless 8187|By the ship 'twixt the seas and the land, 8187|And the _night_ of this _clouded_ moon 8187|Has passed, and the moon of the days of old, 8187|Is ever bright and beautiful, 8187|When the tempest swoons away 8187|In the sea of life. 8187|The sea, it was light, 8187|When the sea was light by the shore 8187|On the bay, and when that bay 8187|Was dark as the dim of a dream, 8187|When to the wind's uttermost wave 8187|The waves all about it were breaking, 8187|And the wind was blowing wild 8187|Like a wild-cat's cry, 8187|When the tempest swooned away, 8187|And the sea was safe as the storm, 8187|And the sea was the life of men 8187|When we first were set loose, 8187|In the old bay, and there was fear 8187|And the wind about us, I've seen, 8187|But _now_ the wind is hushed and aghast, 8187|And the _sea_ is the light of our eyes, 8187|And the moon of our kisses, 8187|And we've sailed all round and round 8187|With the wind on our faces, 8187|Till--to our sorrow--we came home 8187|With the sun on our lips, 8187|And we never once have dreamt of fear, 8187|Or felt a fear before. 8187|With our dear old ship so white, 8187|By the tempest's flails 8187|It is past the tempest's help, 8187|And the storm is all over, 8187|Yet her sails are still unloosened, 8187|And the waves are still there 8187|Round about us as we roam 8187|Thro' the sky on her. 8187|In the sea of the West, 8187|When all the world around 8187|Is a dream of green, 8187|Where is stiller shade 8187|Than lies there 'neath the moon 8187|And sun on her? 8187|And our eyes, when we look 8187|In her light on the wave, 8187|Seem in vain to trace 8187|Aught, a trace of ======================================== SAMPLE 15020 ======================================== 37861|"I will not fear. 37861|The heart of him is patient as 37861|A horse's. 37861|You can see him still, to-day, so 37861|He lies asleep. 37861|"This time will be different: 37861|I must trust him now to God; 37861|He is all right now; 37861|I have done the thing to keep him 37861|Forever mine. 37861|"When I come back he will 37861|Remember all. 37861|He and I must be apart that 37861|He lives, and I." 37861|Then, she leaned forward slowly, 37861|She reached up tremblingly, and 37861|She pressed his heart against her 37861|So it might wake. 37861|She opened wide the door, and walked 37861|Her way across the snow. 37861|He did not understand the 37861|Gross noise the clock was hurling 37861|Behind them, how sad the road, 37861|How dark it was. 37861|He only knew she went, and smiled; 37861|The joy in her eyes was tears, 37861|And then the dark. 37861|The carriages were gone by, and now 37861|Only the snow-clad remains 37861|Of the long long years that had been, 37861|Of the world went by. 37861|There was the snow in the window-blind, 37861|And the snow in the floor, 37861|And the snow in the poor man's door; 37861|And the snow in the street. 37861|Now there was but a little snow on the ground, 37861|Now a little snow on the roof, 37861|And the streets were white as a white-washed temple, 37861|Red as the blood in our veins. 37861|And the heart went out of the poor man's heart, 37861|And the heart went back to the man. 37861|The road was white on either side, 37861|But the road that was red 37861|Stood straight up from the city, 37861|And the road that was blue 37861|Stood straight down from the sky. 37861|The road went round and round, 37861|But the road that stood still 37861|Stood straight as a board, 37861|And the snow blew off in a shower, on its way 37861|Towards the city. 37861|So we took our journey on. 37861|It was all so quiet and warm 37861|At the end of the road, 37861|And we found, in the snow, 37861|The snow machine cooling; 37861|And a girl in the machine shop 37861|Said, "You can use it. 37861|You can keep your eyes by the snow, 37861|And you can see the rain by snow, 37861|And you can hear by snow, 37861|And the sound by air." 37861|I never saw so beautiful 37861|A face, in my life, 37861|As I saw the girl in the machine shop 37861|Just outside the gate. 37861|I do not wish to be there 37861|When morning comes again, 37861|For it should break my soul to have it come to grief for me, 37861|And make the road harder for me, 37861|But I'll go there--and I'll be happy. 37861|She is gone, my love, and now 37861|You shall see her face; 37861|And a snow in the window-blind 37861|Will light you well, 37861|For you will be glad 37861|Because it is over, 37861|And she's all right, 37861|Since you'll feel so good 37861|When you turn the corner 37861|At the end of the street. 37861|The great world goes round again; 37861|And I shall die at last. 37861|I cannot go ======================================== SAMPLE 15030 ======================================== 4332|That, in the time of fear and evil, 4332|I will write something you will understand: 4332|We shall remember the last time we stood 4332|In a place where the roads were thick with shadows 4332|With the little green leaves of blooming grasses 4332|And the smell of the windy, sunny air: 4332|We shall hear the call for your sacrifice, 4332|And remember the words of that old man 4332|Who said, "Hear the sacrifice of a child": 4332|And we shall see those eyes that look at us 4332|Wondering, wistful in the twilight grey, 4332|And those eyes of our own that look, now and then, 4332|With a dreamy, helpless, questioning gaze; 4332|And we shall understand. 4332|In a corner of the room 4332|We will write something you shall read of one by one, 4332|And in the silence of night, 4332|In the dusk and darkness of night, 4332|We will write you the poem of what is and what is not, 4332|And shall have you always for my chambermaid. 4332|I sit in the twilight alone, 4332|Weary of the nights. 4332|When the bells toll, 4332|I sit with my friends, 4332|And we all sing our sangas, 4332|In the darkness alone. 4332|I am a little girl of delicate and pretty features, 4332|With the curves of a girl from a far country; who is far from 4332|My beautiful sisters and brothers all laugh at me, and my 4332|mother holds me, as she is the very centre of the household. 4332|My mother is the only one who knows the joys and sciences, 4332|Of all the women of society, the most sensible and truthful. 4332|And I am always in danger, I am always in danger of being 4332|slipped out in the darkness and not remembered, being forgotten by 4332|everything in the house. 4332|In the light of the moon there is always a girl sitting snugly 4332|in a corner, with a quill that has written on it the name of 4332|something that is very beautiful or very wise, an answer that 4332|has already been written on it the same time. 4332|I like this girl, and I like what the words have said. 4332|My very mother does not know the good things about me, 4332|Nor my father, nor the rest of them. 4332|The girl who has the name of something great and splendid, 4332|And whose soul is the centre of the household, 4332|Has a lovely, white-skinned brother, the very heart and soul of 4332|The world is very strange to me; it is not the same every 4332|single day, but each day the same. 4332|The sea of clouds in the sky is very strange to me; I do not 4332|see the white clouds on the sky. 4332|They are clouds of darkness and the dark sky of a winter evening, 4332|On the edge of the night far away in the valley the grassy mountains 4332|are white and grey, 4332|The great sky has a very strange and fragrant scent, 4332|The clouds of the sunset are strange to me; I do not see them 4332|as they pass over the sky. 4332|The sky is my own and there is no one near to be anywhere near me 4332|My beautiful and splendid mother 4332|We are going to the sea later this month, 4332|We will drift on the ocean under the lead. 4332|But here in the darkness I hope we shall never go, 4332|for if we were there we would never come home. 4332|We will drift on the ocean under the lead. 4332|We will never see the sea there, 4332|We will drift on the ocean under the lead, 4332|We will never see the red sun rising. 4332|The moon has a strange shape to it, 4332|She is like a little ship at sea: 4332|She moves like the wind at night, 4332|She is very white, 4332|And the colours are strange, 4332|For a rainbow there must be, 4332|The colours are strange to me, 4332 ======================================== SAMPLE 15040 ======================================== 11351|So she started laughing; when it made her mad 11351|To know each other's heartstrings were inside; 11351|Till I took up my pen and took a look, 11351|And read their secret in their tender eyes. 11351|No more, of course, till we both are married. 11351|We've been together for a very year. 11351|And since all this joy is mine and yours, 11351|And yours is mine, I'd like to see you die. 11351|It's one day more since we were married, 11351|And I am happy even happier; 11351|But you should know by now that I'm not there, 11351|As I said, "to see a sight," and "to dine." 11351|You'll never see them as a married pair. 11351|But when they've finished the old life, I suppose. 11351|They've been together a year and a day, 11351|And now they'll both be married, I am sure; 11351|At the "Apotheater" they will eat 11351|And drink the wedding wine together. 11351|We won't know a baby when we're married; 11351|But we'll see that one before we're dead; 11351|I really don't know how either of them 11351|Would look, a married couple as then,-- 11351|A baby, or a father. I think: 11351|Though the thing would _feel_ different, if I'd known,-- 11351|A baby? How I'd wish my own to be. 11351|So when I heard that a child was coming 11351|I thought 'twas going to be a boy. 11351|One day she wanted to say "bye" 11351|And I thought I might have to "go"; 11351|So I said "I'll have a look" 11351|And I saw the baby just like the same. 11351|"We'll call him Noah," and "we'll call him Simcha"; 11351|And then I knew the baby was mine. 11351|They call Simcha "the baby that was shot"; 11351|He was just as big as Noah could be. 11351|There's always time to play when I'm away, 11351|But I'll never, never come back to you. 11351|She says "He'll be so big," but he's just as big 11351|As he was when he was just a baby; 11351|They made him Noah's cousin, you see, 11351|And I'm afraid the big boy will grow up 11351|To be one of the big boys of New York. 11351|Yes, I've heard he has a talent for playing 11351|For _one_ day each every little while, 11351|Which might be better for him than the violin, 11351|For it takes him so long to get used to it, 11351|He's played it many times before by other people, 11351|And he knows there are violinists, who 11351|Can play it better than he can, maybe, 11351|The children of other big boys; but he 11351|Has just one finger which will not be used 11351|Until he's very old and strong and wise... 11351|Then I shall see if he can play the violin. 11351|Well, there's a thing I mustn't tell, I fear; 11351|For I'm sure you must know how many roses 11351|I've gathered this very day and night, 11351|Which I don't want you to see, dear, for fear 11351|It may distract from the time we're best,-- 11351|But all of them were just a mistake, 11351|And I don't want any flowers at all, 11351|So, if you don't mind,--I'll leave them here; 11351|There's nothing worse than a blank Friday, 11351|Or a bad baby on a Friday. 11351|One, two, three, four... 11351|And then a baby on a trill. 11351|This was all of it, though. 11351|There's something wrong-- 11351|How can you ever guess? 11351|You see how she sat there-- 11351|Did I whisper what I ought to be whispering? 11351|Just as a little woman ought to-- 11351|Then, ======================================== SAMPLE 15050 ======================================== 26785|Of his old man, you know, 26785|A few years ago,-- 26785|And a few of the others." 26785|As the music paused, 26785|The old man said, 26785|"When your days are done 26785|I will come again 26785|You will find a way 26785|Out of the land." 26785|In the darkness there, 26785|By the old church door 26785|A haggard man was he. 26785|And you know we were standing there, 26785|So they came in behind us; 26785|And he was always sitting there, 26785|So they sat him on the floor 26785|And they made a little tombstone 26785|Of him in the moonlight, 26785|And on the Sabbath-day 26785|The old man was so glad! 26785|As we walked in the garden 26785|A dream was in our dreams; 26785|We never knew how it found us, 26785|But it was always true for you, 26785|So we always dreamed of it, 26785|You and I. 26785|In the shadow of his shadow, 26785|In the shadow of his shadow, 26785|Shrined a child so small 26785|You never knew how small 26785|It was. 26785|In the twilight dim and dim, 26785|In the shadow of his shadow, 26785|Did we ever dream this child, 26785|Dreaming alone in the twilight dim, 26785|With his arm around his brother? 26785|Shrined there at his side, 26785|Clasped close in his arms close, 26785|Dreaming of his mother, 26785|Dreaming of his father! 26785|How a child was he, 26785|So, so very small. 26785|Dreaming of all that was good, 26785|Dreaming of all that was bad, 26785|In the shadow of his shadow! 26785|When he was a little older, 26785|When he came to understand 26785|And was calling their names,-- 26785|Dunlocked their names for me, 26785|Found out their names for them,-- 26785|How a child was he, 26785|So, so very small! 26785|He gave us his hand; 26785|Said, "Come over to-night, 26785|Let us have a good old wine, 26785|And a good old cake, 26785|And a good old beer; 26785|I have dreamed a great dream, 26785|Making a great old joke, 26785|And I dream of a wall of bricks 26785|And a wall of straw." 26785|When the cake and beer were made, 26785|When the cake and beer were over, 26785|One last look at the new-found son, 26785|And the old familiar face, 26785|Then I went with my friends and poet, 26785|To the old inn-chimney. 26785|"Is thy bread," said the poet of the hills, 26785|"Thy bread, thy water, thy rope,--thy rope 26785|Of wild wind and smoke, is all the bread that is 26785|Aye, aye, and a cloud-burst at the same time. 26785|"In the midnight and the morning, man, woman, and child 26785|Shall nevermore return to the familiar hearth: 26785|What though the light of a hundred years be fled, 26785|Yet a charm still lingers on the familiar hearth. 26785|"There shall be no dreams to wake them; nor the tongue 26785|From a hundred years to tell them their bed of rest, 26785|"But their mother's kiss shall be nectar, and their kiss 26785|Shall come with the wings of angels o'er the lea; 26785|And the old familiar hearth shall be shaped to house 26785|The joy of a hundred years of the familiar Home." 26785|There came a man and knelt beside the sea, 26785|'Til the man looked o'er the watery way, 26785|"I can build my ships of silver and of gold, 26785|'Til my ships creep over the waves of the free, 26785| ======================================== SAMPLE 15060 ======================================== 18238|A little girl of the moon has come from far away, 18238|And up against the star she is singing and dancing an aureole. 18238|A little girl of the sea sings softly at her wheel all day, 18238|And a little girl of the sea looks up and is glad for the long run. 18238|For the big bright star that goes through the silver stars will shine 18238|For the little girl of the sea when her song is done. 18238|When the blue flower fades, 18238|And the little child goes 18238|From the sunny home 18238|When the sun's gone down, 18238|And the stars are lit 18238|And the skies are bright 18238|Where the grass is tall, 18238|In a still place, 18238|In a lonely place, 18238|We meet. 18238|On the breast of a river, 18238|In a night of rain, 18238|Lips for the kiss 18238|Of a heart unknown, 18238|And eyes for the star. 18238|In the lonely house that he shares 18238|With a dreamless heart, 18238|Where the dusty hearthstones lean 18238|For silences to weave, 18238|He dreams of a dream. 18238|And his eyes grow dim 18238|By the light of a moonlit dream 18238|That wanders by, 18238|A dream of the water, 18238|And a dream of the dream. 18238|Where a quiet bird calls 18238|Through the moonlit night, 18238|And the lonely room is gray 18238|With a dew-shot light, 18238|He dreams of the wind by night 18238|That sings in a tree. 18238|A dream that came to him 18238|In the twilight dim, 18238|And he stoops to listen, 18238|Singing sweet and low, 18238|From the tree-tops bleak, 18238|The tree-birds fly. 18238|A dream that lingers by, 18238|Then goes away 18238|From the startled ear, 18238|In a land of birds, 18238|In a forest dark, 18238|In a dim world of peace 18238|And song. 18238|We were standing all alone 18238|In the blossoming hollyhock 18238|When the brown bees came. 18238|The dew was on our lips, 18238|And the berry-blades round our cheeks, 18238|And the lips of lilies stirred 18238|With the sweeter perfume of them. 18238|The hollyhock was like some old soldier 18238|Who at need has to the battle won, 18238|Whose battle being a war-game fought at leisure 18238|In cool shady places and shady times, 18238|Till in death he's a private who never was posted 18238|To a larger scene of blood and war than this. 18238|We were standing there by the blossomy hollyhock 18238|When the brown bees flew. 18238|You were standing by the porch that gates open 18238|When the bee-white flowers and sheep moved to and fro; 18238|And the moon, and stars and the blue hills in glory 18238|Were all around us in such splendor to float 18238|In their starless glory through that fragrant night. 18238|You were standing up by the shingle fence, 18238|While a white cloud came and floated it by, 18238|And a young man with a shining helmet 18238|Was looking on with the curious eyes of a child, 18238|Until the cloud was gone; then your head was uncovered 18238|By a white dog from the woods at the porch-end. 18238|And the dog was a beagle and you called him Loafer, 18238|But he loved dogs and only the little dog saw; 18238|You and his soft body were so fair together, 18238|Until the dog barked through the leaves to a dove, 18238|By the porch-path between the hickory boughs. 18238|The little dove flew to the sky above 18238|While the dove flew by the moon and sun both high, 18238|Till the dove could find you only when moonlight fell 18238|On the wall where you ======================================== SAMPLE 15070 ======================================== 22229|There's a sweet, happy land on the sea, 22229|Where a fairy is in his bower. 22229|He hath a pretty, a fairy-twin, 22229|A wee fairy in a silver nest, 22229|And so, of a fairy and a sonnet, 22229|He will wed a little Fairest. 22229|Come, my four sweet sisters, 22229|Five sisters I shall bring, 22229|And on my head shall be two and two, 22229|And a pretty young fairy, 22229|A lovely young fairy, 22229|All dressed in a gaudy velvet coat, 22229|Fairies or nymphs for to meet, 22229|'Tis only the bairnies that are gay, 22229|No fairy's dress can be fine 22229|In the summer time of the year. 22229|No fairy's skirt can be bright, 22229|But let them gaze upon you, 22229|You may see what they see so true 22229|When they touch you with their fairy hand. 22229|In the fairies' fairy land, 22229|All the fairest fairy folk-- 22229|Fairest fairy, fairest maid, 22229|The sun does ever shine upon. 22229|Fairest fairy, fairest maid, 22229|The sun does never shine alone, 22229|'Neath the leaves on the woodland breeze 22229|The fairy bairns do ever play-- 22229|Fairest fairy, fairest maid, 22229|Let them all have a fairy bride 22229|Let them all have a fairy home; 22229|It is only the bairns that are poor, 22229|Their fairy faces are plain, 22229|When the merry summer breeze 22229|Blows all the joy to the birds, 22229|In the bairnies' fairy home. 22229|The goldenrod it was, 22229|A bonny looking lad; 22229|She was all by herself, 22229|She's to be my dearie. 22229|O it's the merry time of the year, 22229|When every thing is gay, 22229|When bonnie lasses meet, 22229|And kiss each other's cheek. 22229|If I were a bird I would gang out to the wood-sorrel tree, 22229|The daisy was just opening its little beauteous bosom; 22229|O, it looked charming in its silken twining line; 22229|The green is over the hills, and the blue is o'er the sea, 22229|And the daisy's in the meadow, and the wood-sorrel tree's in the rath, 22229|O, it's the merry time of the year. 22229|The goldfinch on her boughs is peering forth in gladness, 22229|And the rooks in the air sing out of the sky their gladness; 22229|The sun is shining on the flowers, and the sun is shining 22229|on the land, and the fields are smiling in all their might; 22229|But the heart of the heartless heartless lover is growing cold, 22229|For it seems, oh, how frail the fleeting life of youth, 22229|When the roses are blooming in the sweet sunlight, and the 22229|birds are in the blue air singing, and the flowers are 22229|shining with light, and life moves at its own merry round! 22229|The little lark calls from the clovery woods; 22229|The thrush is singing in the meadow; the robin is calling 22229|and singing, aye, and aye, from the heath to the bare rock's edge, 22229|But the heart of the lover with love is weak evermore: 22229|Oh, it seems that the merry festive time is flown. 22229|It's a merry, merry time-- 22229|The daisy and the lark alight, 22229|The thrush is singing and the rooks are singing, too-- 22229|The sun is shining on the garden ways-- 22229|A little bird came through the trees 22229|With a crumpled, white, feather-bedrined wing, 22229|On a night of July, 22229|An old, old, old flower-bedrined ======================================== SAMPLE 15080 ======================================== 1365|"We shall not lose a day, 1365|But the battle we fight with 1365|Shall be won with the best, 1365|And the heroes of Spain 1365|Shall not be vanquished or slain!" 1365|So from the castle-gates of Aix 1365|Enter the King and his men 1365|And they stand at bay for a space 1365|But the battering of their battering 1365|Comes shrieking back on their sound. 1365|Back, back across the sea-line, 1365|And back through the harbour-gates 1365|Till the King exclaims in a hush 1365|As he sees the ships go by: 1365|"I am going forth to sea, 1365|And I will not lose a day 1365|In the struggle with wind and wave, 1365|In the hurricane or sail!" 1365|Then forward he stepped and he mounted 1365|The poop of his good ship Garonne 1365|And across the bows put his foot and thrust 1365|Till he touched the bowsprit and felt 1365|The ropes go round his middle. 1365|"O God!" he exclaimed in astonishment, 1365|"This is nothing to me! I think 1365|I shall go on living as I have lived, 1365|And never touch the drops 1365|Of the bitter salt that glistened 1365|In the bowl against my lips! 1365|"But I can not find my bayonets; 1365|My horse is foaled away; 1365|O God, hast thou not forgotten me! 1365|The hounds and the guns are loud! 1365|The battle-cry rings across the sea 1365|And I have lived in vain! 1365|"I am coming back again, 1365|And I shall find the drops of salt 1365|They left me upon the floor 1365|And I shall bring them to the salt-seller!" 1365|And down the long street of London 1365|Stole in strong strides the fugitive, 1365|And in and out with halting feet 1365|He followed at the skirts of the crowd 1365|And, by degrees, from street to street, 1365|And, by degrees, from alley to alley, 1365|And by degrees, from house to house, 1365|He stood on his head and shouted down 1365|To the gray morning and the blacksmith 1365|And the hucksters at the window, 1365|And into barns, and fields, and vineyards 1365|And into cots the little daughters 1365|That were sleeping in the beds. 1365|And, at last, at the beginning 1365|Of the week in which we build her nests, 1365|The King's daughter, pale and shy, 1365|Was calling round the castle yard 1365|As in the days of old, 1365|And all her cries and squeals were hushed 1365|In the thickets where the branches were: 1365|But not a dream could she forget, 1365|Not a little baby in her arms, 1365|Or the last sweet cry she said! 1365|And the King's daughter's cry again 1365|Rose from the misty garden-close, 1365|And all her cries and squeals were hushed 1365|In the thickets where the leaves were thrown. 1365|"O, we are all of us alive! 1365|O, we are all of us alive! 1365|Look, here is food enough for two, 1365|And my lady shall be clean, clean, clean." 1365|And into the nursery went the King's 1365|And the children crept into their beds. 1365|And when the lights were out the women found 1365|The nursery wide open and the stables dark, 1365|And there among the hay and mows and mows 1365|They saw the lonely little maiden, 1365|Like the moon in heaven: 1365|But when the bells began 1365|To ring a jubilee round the town, 1365|The people came to hear the voice of King, 1365|And many began to answer the same: 1365|O who is this he seems to say 1365|In tones of magic, 1365|And carries ======================================== SAMPLE 15090 ======================================== 1304|I hear the sweet-briar, clover, and hazelnuts, 1304|And the blithesome chant of the matin bird; 1304|And the shepherd lads, in the mead-day roundup, 1304|Are laughing and jesting, as if for a prize. 1304|But the merry old folks, and the maidens new-unbound, 1304|To hear old-fashioned ballads are sad, 1304|And the music of the violins and flutes, 1304|Is tender and low, and must not be sung. 1304|For the joy of old, old-fashioned songs, 1304|To our young ear is as pure as the sun, 1304|And the tale of the old-fashioned ballad, 1304|Its tenderness, its memory's all. 1304|Ballad: Here's a health to them that would not be friends! 1304|(Music and pipes: all: Dr. Hayter's Band.) 1304|Here's a health to them that would not be friends, 1304|Whose hearts with love are yet not quite aflame, 1304|But which love's scars would hide, were they not view'd 1304|In eyes that flash'd with light like the sun's, 1304|And in heart that throb'd with a feverish well-- 1304|(Music and pipes: all: Dr. Hayter's Band.) 1304|Good friend of mine, now rest thee, I'll bid thee good-by, 1304|For sleep the lesser sin makes sinners of greatest thieves. 1304|The greater sin is mildew, the lesser rust, 1304|And greater woe is the soul's illusion; 1304|But God gives to the heart the passion unware 1304|Of a life that's a wintry deception. 1304|Good friend of mine, I have a friend 1304|Will come to thee soon: 1304|I've seen him long before. 1304|The light of his smile shall burn thee 1304|Till thou shalt read my name 1304|Till thou turn'd hasten to him 1304|Till the darkness fade! 1304|Till he come for that time of thy night 1304|In thy soul's darkness stark, 1304|In his heart's darkness stark. 1304|Then light shall wane o'er thee alone, 1304|Until thou hear the voice 1304|As of the wind of evening 1304|Soothe thee into sleep. 1304|Good friend of mine, that I may be 1304|At thy side a little while, 1304|Give me this kiss, and live my life, 1304|With thee to be. 1304|Come soon, and be healed of thine eye, 1304|For thou shalt not see it more; 1304|It shall not be a thing to fret thee, 1304|For it shall not be more 1304|A thing to see 1304|Thou wast kind to me. 1304|Good friend of mine 1304|Come often, and let me make 1304|This last farewell to thee; 1304|My lips shall not part 1304|Till that time be past. 1304|Come often, and go lightly by, 1304|And come not nigh to-morrow; 1304|Let each heart be gay and glad, and gay 1304|To-morrow shall depart. 1304|Each heart be gay, for the great Lord 1304|Will come to take away thy light: 1304|And when thou shalt be left alone, 1304|Then close thine eyes in a still sleep 1304|And dream of me. 1304|The Master came with his train of Saints 1304|When he was given the keys of the Gates 1304|That have no turning. 1304|His vesture was of a crimson hue 1304|And all his staff of silver; and he went 1304|With flaming sword in hand, and a shout, 1304|As if he were a Phoenix, or a shade 1304|From some deep place concealed. 1304|And these are the words he began, and said: 1304|'Tis written that I come not at your call, 1304|But at the judgement-time, when the Saints 1304|Are stricken with famine. 1304|Go and buy thee some bread, O soul, ======================================== SAMPLE 15100 ======================================== 27195|An' he wuz so shy. 27195|An' he wuz so drest, he wore one of his best; 27195|All he hain't no good to say. 27195|An' so, with 'roun's an' jus' a wench, 27195|He was goin' to take the street. 27195|An' he wuz a-waitin' fer a job; 27195|He wuz a-waitin' fer a door. 27195|An' this wuz the first night that he went to bed: 27195|He goan to come with a "Gee!" 27195|At the 'ole den in town. 27195|"I'll see 'im," said this 'Un. "Will you go 'ome with me? 27195|Or 'ere yer wife wuz to stay?" 27195|'Twas in the 'orse-bin, an' out he goes, 27195|With his ole wife by his side, 27195|An' he's glad when he gets through wiv his meal. 27195|'Twas a warm, warm night wun winter days, 27195|An' his wife was a-wearin' out 27195|His feelings durin' winter weather 27195|Er tell. 27195|'Cause his little one wuz asleep 27195|When all the people gone. 27195|"Ahi!" says that wunner, "you's always here 27195|An' you're always nice to me." 27195|"Yeh don't suppose you 'ave a right, 27195|To be the man w'en you can," says that wunner. 27195|"Oh, now, I do," says that wunner, "and so 27195|I do!" 27195|An' so the two wuz together all day, 27195|An' waned, but no one knew. 27195|"Yeh ain't here in 'is place, you young one! 27195|"I 'aven't never seen yer eyes," says that wunner. 27195|"I never ain't got no friends," says that wunner.-- 27195|"Well," says that wunner, "look upon- 27195|You ain't got no friends! So, like, 27195|Be glad-like, I ain't never no friend; 27195|And if you ain't got no, say so, 27195|"W'y, I'm not a-goin' to have none!" 27195|An' then that wunner got freckles an' white. 27195|An' so that's the way 'twas all. 27195|An' in those days fer many ano' 27195|I was as glad as could be. 27195|We played in the hay the whole day long, 27195|An' we built 'em a bridge, 27195|"Well," says that wunner, "you's always there, 27195|An' you're always nice to me." 27195|"Yes," says that wunner, "that's what I meant; 27195|An' you 'aven't got no friend!" 27195|"W'y," says that wunner, "it's true!" said that wunner, 27195|An' then we builded a dye. 27195|An' that's the way yer old grey sis 27195|An' I ain't never got no friend! 27195|"Why, that's the way I 'eart wuz!-- 27195|The way I 'aven't got no friend!" 27195|An' so we built a dye fer fun 27195|'At we played an' 'eard 'im laugh. 27195|An' 'is big cheeks was so red, 27195|An' 'is locks so lovely blue, 27195|That, as we laughed frum the street, 27195|So much o' the time we seemed 27195|To play a game o' one-man-show! 27195|We played for a' kindo' an' fash; 27195|An' some friends there wuz in our class, 27195|An' one wuz famous in the business, 27195|But that wus the son o' that wunner. 27195|An' that's the way yer old grey ======================================== SAMPLE 15110 ======================================== 18500|O'er the wild streamlet. 18500|Lamb of old, 18500|Come thou from the deep, 18500|Come, thou fair, come near me, 18500|Gentle and free, 18500|Come as the flowers 18500|Come in the Spring, 18500|Darling sweet, come along wi' me, 18500|Down by yonder springing glen, 18500|I've a bonnie lass-- 18500|Cauld is the frosty morning 18500|Across the hill; 18500|The sun is up, the sky is blue, 18500|The lads o' Berry Wood 18500|Ride down by yonder brook, 18500|And see for me, I'll ride down 18500|I've a bonnie lass; 18500|Her tresses gleam white and sweet; 18500|Her face is o' the first. 18500|My arms are round thee pressed; 18500|My arms are round thee spread, 18500|And my lips, their garlands o' green, 18500|Around thy waist they clung. 18500|My arms are round thee clasped, 18500|Beneath a fair green shaw; 18500|I've a bonnie lass, I've a heart, 18500|'Tis hame that thou should part wi' me! 18500|O'er hill, and dale, and dreary glade, 18500|I've been alone oft!' 18500|She looked as white as the snaw 18500|Wi' the gnawing cold; 18500|But her heart was quaking at sight 18500|Of her Willie's bier. 18500|'Farewell, my love! my only, my loue! 18500|Ye grant me that-- 18500|Our love will be hame ye never let me fa', 18500|So steady and so kind. 18500|O that I had some wight swain ne'er saw, 18500|To be my life-- 18500|Wi' his gowden locks, and his glossy hair! 18500|How my heart beats wi' delight! 18500|O that in winter or summer I saw 18500|Far, far from here! 18500|But oh! that thou ever wert by! 18500|To cheer my heart!' 18500|'O my love, farewell! my only! 18500|Thou wilt be seen! 18500|By strangers at yonder gate, 18500|They'll take thee away! 18500|And I'm nae where love and fortune guide; 18500|I maun follow here! 18500|How fast time flies, how very slow; 18500|But thou art sure to be wi' me, 18500|If thou wilt be sae kind.' 18500|'O sair Uncle, white lies thy lane! 18500|And sair my ain!' 18500|The tears ran down in words wi' burning heat 18500|And sair, sair did they flow! 18500|But Willie rose upart how the Lord ne'er 18500|Will bail the fondest laddie! 18500|My ain, my auld auld auld! my ain, my ain, 18500|I love thee till I fade. 18500|thy lane and thy gowden arbour, 18500|Wert a' green een and grey; 18500|I set me down to sup, and fain would know 18500|The reason why thy tresses were beaming. 18500|the garden, 18500|The sweetest, grongeest arbour that growes on mead. 18500|I've pluck'd them tassell'd red and blue; 18500|I'm sure they're my ain! 18500|And in the day of doom I hope to wear 18500|A love-giv'n lily in my bosom. 18500|I've a thought o' thee in my mind's eternall hiew: 18500|If weel they attour did see, 18500|They wad think we gat a' our span alive, 18500|And ne'er a twig to move. 18500|But we ilka day that's gane wi' the breeze, 18500|When the sun and the sea blaw, 18500 ======================================== SAMPLE 15120 ======================================== 3167|"I swear," she told him, "when I think or breathe 3167|I must be going mad." "You've no right 3167|To look so kind to a man with a spine 3167|Whose sinews, in the days of Noah, were not. 3167|It's strange," said he, "so you've not become 3167|A monster, as some men do, already." 3167|Then she took him aside: "Look--all right; 3167|No matter what you tell me now and then - 3167|I do not want a friend for any length 3167|Of time; and if I have a friend, it's only 3167|To set those creatures loose on me alone." 3167|She gave him back her heart and she found one; 3167|And one was kind and sweet, of every kind, 3167|And the other was strong and cold; and she said, 3167|"He cannot take me and I'll be bound 3167|Henceforth, till my end, with no more one, 3167|Houses, trees, plants, birds, beasts, for ever live 3167|In fellowship with you: my friend is gone: 3167|So far, you know, that I must not be seen 3167|To be with him." There in silence, on the green, 3167|She watched the brook with a proud and proud face, 3167|She saw him enter, a few steps beyond, 3167|An old woman that seemed to be in pain, 3167|Like man; and while gazing at the water, 3167|She seemed afraid to be alone. 3167|Then she said, "I see the thing, this woman, 3167|She does not know me, nor know herself. 3167|But I will go with you." 3167|"I'm not afraid, 3167|But if you will come with me I'll make you wise 3167|To that which some believe; and as you'll be 3167|My friend on earth, you'll know my full ambition, 3167|My purpose will be clear." 3167|She clung around her lover's neck, and said, 3167|"I know not what my purpose will be, 3167|Though you have given me a soul to hold 3167|And rule. My soul, for I must go on 3167|Through gloom, and live and suffer, be a curse." 3167|She was a widow; her husband lived 3167|A weary widow in a house that was near, 3167|A roofed room far from any garden side, 3167|Where all his friends had gone, and where there was 3167|Nothing to do but walk and think, or read, 3167|Or watch the brook to its own whitewashed face 3167|Whilst the great world to her grew quiet-sweet:- 3167|And then he said she must go. 3167|"I will not let you die by a stroke 3167|"From wandering: and if you'd been permitted 3167|"To eat of bread, and sleep beneath the trees, 3167|"And walk about by day, as in the days 3167|"Of your first love, and as she used to do, 3167|"And all for that of all the many things 3167|"Which I would have of you: - but come; as much 3167|"As you and I--but more: and if you'd be freed 3167|"From your exile forever, I'll go too." 3167|And so she went. 3167|But he said no more. And when he went, 3167|She went with him, and lived as of old, 3167|And thought of him. But while she thought 3167|She was indeed his wife, she thought of him 3167|As of a brother or as one she thought 3167|With whom she might have had all happiness. 3167|And thus she went; until her soul, 3167|Away from this world's cares and comings, flew 3167|Where none but gods might know of her: till 3167|Her love was lost, and he was lost: - 3167|And so she went away, 3167|Praying ever that she, like him, were spared 3167|The pains of parting. 3167|'Twas only last week ======================================== SAMPLE 15130 ======================================== 1280|You are always in a hurry; 1280|And I have known you as a schoolboy 1280|You have said you were going away 1280|For a while, and you will come back; 1280|You have told me you have something in mind 1280|To write a book and publish-- 1280|You have been told, and by me 1280|For you come back no wiser than before. 1280|And you are always impatient, 1280|For you have something more than a dream,-- 1280|You have read in books 1280|Of things that may not come true, 1280|You have watched things that you think are a fluke 1280|Then you call for a lawyer 1280|And say: "I can do anything you please. 1280|I don't mind if they print this, 1280|If it is printed, 1280|I will make you pay. 1280|That is all, and more. 1280|What do you ask in return for this? 1280|You have asked for nothing, 1280|You have asked for things that I might not give 1280|To one who has only eyes for seeing. 1280|I think you know you want 1280|To make a fortune, 1280|And that my life is an empty shell 1280|Where I have nothing to do, 1280|Just to sit in the shadows and wait." 1280|My father's life was a nest of sin; 1280|No man had a right to touch with the rod 1280|Or any thought whatever of sin, 1280|Being a freeman, an emancipate, 1280|A soul-born, a man-born. 1280|But there sat at home, or was there, 1280|A man-born and free man, 1280|A man-born with something in him 1280|From Adam's fall? 1280|A Christian born with a right 1280|To stand and tell America 1280|What is wrong with this day 1280|And in this year of sin, 1280|And in this year of wrath, 1280|A Christian born? 1280|That man's the man for the times, 1280|He is born with a right to rule, 1280|And he's born to have power 1280|To heal this nation, to lift 1280|This people in their plight,-- 1280|To make all of America 1280|The slave to enslave, the man 1280|To sell her soul, to keep 1280|Her in chains, to bring her down 1280|Into itself 1280|Into eternal damnation. 1280|And when at last he dies, 1280|What will your son do? 1280|Will he, as he is not, 1280|Turn from the slave-church and the world, 1280|The Church of America, 1280|The Church of Reason, the Church of Christ 1280|That claims for it's own 1280|The life of him that's born so? 1280|The man would break the chain 1280|And run away. 1280|But all would say when he comes home 1280|That this man man is not God's son-- 1280|That he is no one's, and none of them 1280|Is fit or decent to know much 1280|In the strange and awful way of men 1280|But a man-born pervert, 1280|And a liar to America, 1280|The Church of Reason, the Church of Christ. 1280|A man-born pervert? What's that? 1280|And a liar to America 1280|Where, in this hour of pain, 1280|Do you listen to the man-born? 1280|Are there not some that do hear him 1280|And do wonder and see 1280|In the eyes and the eyes of his guests 1280|The image of God's angel-soldier? 1280|And this man comes here like a lion 1280|And is scared as a lamb? 1280|A lion then, 1280|A lamb's the man-born. 1280|What a devilish way of life 1280|Those who call themselves men go through, 1280|Living like lions, while they lie 1280|As slaves or like lambs. 1280|How are ======================================== SAMPLE 15140 ======================================== 26333|"What I must do 26333|Is to be true 26333|To one I love,-- 26333|One I love so true." 26333|Then down the street I went, 26333|To the tavern door, 26333|And there, in deep 26333|Pleading, as I might, 26333|I heard him speak: 26333|"You are Love's friend, and I 26333|A lover may make. 26333|For, if the lover, then the friend, 26333|Must be made too." 26333|When Love looks with wonder on life's empty paths, 26333|He sees the tears its endless course bedew, 26333|And feels a pang of bitter despair, that boils 26333|The blood within him, like the Borel's ire, 26333|Or the Danube's flood, when meets it mingled 26333|With its own taints and monster mists. 26333|Where are the smiles that followed after storms? 26333|And where are the hearts that could lodge with the woods? 26333|Alas! Love's life is a fever, a blind fret, 26333|A deadly, distempered, poisonous thing. 26333|I think those fair smiles are but tears, and they lie 26333|Dilated on couch and in urn, where they fade 26333|Sans beauty and sans shadow. The heart melts not 26333|In the presence of Love, because Love will not come. 26333|And they lie there a useless and a wasted thing; 26333|Because Love will not come. 26333|And the tears on the breath of springlet and vio 26333|Are but years! 26333|And the smile on the cheek of a maiden may fade 26333|'Neath the rays of time. 26333|And we know not, in any time, from our youth, 26333|What sweet life Love will give us. 26333|He never came to me, nor came to my heart, 26333|Because I did not know. 26333|I know not his name, or his home, or his name, 26333|Nor has he his home or his home therewith. 26333|I know not, I know not the cause of his coming-- 26333|I only know his eyes are on me. 26333|I will learn to know him as well, for this eyes 26333|See everything, and all that they show is love. 26333|His eyes are like the eyes of a friend, and thus 26333|He is near. 26333|I know that the flowers and the trees are his joys, 26333|And the voices of birds and the voices of bees, 26333|Because I have known these. 26333|I know that the voices of birds and the bees say 26333|This for an end. 26333|The sun and the stars are his joys because they 26333|Are his dependents. 26333|And he comes to me. 26333|I will go with my steps, though the paths be rough, 26333|Through deserts of sand. 26333|I will follow the scent of a violet 26333|That was thrown into the sea. 26333|Through the waves of the sea will I wander, 26333|And see the island of delight. 26333|I will take hold of the wave and toss it 26333|As a sponge might a pea. 26333|I will wander and watch the lightning 26333|Flit and drift and then come down. 26333|I will watch and listen when it talks, 26333|For the voice of my soul is wild. 26333|The wings and the waves have told him stories,-- 26333|The wings of the sea and the land of bubbles, 26333|The storm-beat waters and the land of shadows, 26333|The waves' wild whispers. 26333|But I will follow my heart's desire, 26333|And my soul will follow his. 26333|And I will go with my steps, through the world's 26333|beside him. 26333|I will learn to know him as well, for he is 26333|my brother. 26333|In the years when I am old and have taken 26333|such advices, 26333|I will sing of the world in all its joys, 26333|And I will give him advice. 26333|And I ======================================== SAMPLE 15150 ======================================== 38520|"That is one, then, you have seen 38520|"In life, you know; but, by and by, 38520|"You've come to know about 'em all. 38520|"You think it's strange you should know?-- 38520|"Or else your mother didn't know-- 38520|"You think it's queer that I am here?-- 38520|"I've a wife--she thinks it's most droll 38520|"To keep me from the children out. 38520|"For some reason, maybe, she thinks 38520|"I do not like to see them come. 38520|"Now, this is very bad, of course; 38520|"But when I say, 'What? why, what then?' 38520|"Why, yes--why, at once she answers, 38520|"'You're mad!' and she's the one to blame-- 38520|"You see; so now, when mother comes, 38520|"I'll show her all this, but first she 38520|"Must tell her Papa has had a wife!" 38520|The little man had thought it well 38520|To try his powers of tact in love; 38520|He'd made a proposal--which he, 38520|In very truth, said was rather fine-- 38520|He asked her father-in-law to dance. 38520|"It is so quaint, you know, (he said, 38520|With voice half-whisperty, and eyes that flashed, 38520|As though he had a hundred tongues) 38520|"To say that one's own father is so! 38520|"A thing that might be told to three 38520|"In every church--or not at all-- 38520|"But--that's a very good reason too. 38520|"My aunt wants a great deal to do-- 38520|"And you, my darling, will not try, 38520|"Without your father's permission, 38520|"To tell her, in the daytime, at one 38520|"And two, and three and four and six-- 38520|"It takes too long to say the prayers, 38520|"And her mother will not want to read 38520|"Or teach her--so she'll say the readings 38520|"Before she even tries her rhyming." 38520|So, thus he spake, and her father-in-law 38520|Beholding him so calmly staring, 38520|Made his own speech, half-buttery; 38520|With his nose all white, his eyes so beetled, 38520|"It would be very unhygienic 38520|"To speak at every step along it; 38520|"So, to begin with, I propose, 38520|"When you're in or out of doors, 38520|"That you be sent to school with me, 38520|"On this very night, on this very day, 38520|"When school-time's over, and everyone's 38520|"Fresher than the kids you brought home last month!" 38520|So the little woman went to school; 38520|She had no fault in this at all-- 38520|So what on earth should the children do?-- 38520|They couldn't read a thing apart, 38520|But then, when they were in for rhyme, 38520|What would make them laugh, or talk, or read? 38520|They found the rhymes in "buns and bile," 38520|And the buttercup and the spoon, 38520|Pulp, and other fun things, and such; 38520|But when they found what's the best, 38520|They wished that, rather than that, 38520|They'd had the motherless, not the fatherless! 38520|And now, how the children laughed, 38520|And how they talked, and how delighted 38520|Each one of them was with his book, 38520|When they came home in the evening, 38520|And every one could read and write; 38520|And the petticoat, so soft and nice,-- 38520|And the bon-bons and the hats and so on,-- 38520|They always found more than they could through, 38520|And, therefore, "The Father of All" 38520|(When they found it ======================================== SAMPLE 15160 ======================================== 1645|A sudden rush that made the air 1645|As with the sound of great streams; 1645|And in the midst, an awful roar, 1645|And, hark! it rose again! 1645|A sudden rush that made the air, 1645|A sudden shout that made the sky 1645|Like to a furnace of fire; 1645|And all the caverns of the air 1645|Seem'd bursting open like a casque, 1645|And all the caverns of the sea 1645|Expanded like a mask. 1645|What are we saying? All is hushed! 1645|What dreadful signs are we showing? 1645|How the black and white flies are twitching, 1645|And the blue heron swimming by! 1645|We are coming like a crowd! 1645|We are coming like a storm! 1645|There is not a breath to pause or to check 1645|Our awful way we're wending! 1645|The stars are gathering, the stars are shining, 1645|The winds are hushed in the blue, 1645|The sea is a shifting curtain, 1645|And the trees are turning to faces, 1645|And beasts are growing still, 1645|But we are wending and wending, 1645|And we're the lords of the deep! 1645|What is wending and wending for, 1645|I wonder, and never shall know, 1645|Though the deep wendeth with me every one, 1645|Through the cold dark tide to where 1645|The great white silence lies 1645|Laden with many a star. 1645|And the darkness is boundless, no darkness 1645|Is like to this dark and boundless deep: 1645|For I've seen the great white moon 1645|Over the sea as of old 1645|With the wind in her hair. 1645|The sea is all aglow, 1645|With the glow of the moon, 1645|As she comes forth every night, 1645|Over the sea to me! 1645|And the stars are the hands of the stars, 1645|And they are looking at me; 1645|And the wind is the voice of the wind 1645|That flaps its coat of mail: 1645|The clouds are the wings of the moon, 1645|Fluttering down to the sky. 1645|The waves are the feet of the sea 1645|Making a lullaby: 1645|From wave to wave she comes, 1645|With a lullaby of stillnesses, 1645|And lulls us to dreams 1645|That the stars love the moon. 1645|The wind is the voice of the wind 1645|As it looks at the moon; 1645|The sea is the hands of the sea 1645|Making a sea-call, 1645|And the trees are the voice of dreams, 1645|Making a song to the stars: 1645|But the voice of the winds is the wind, 1645|Making the wind-gates fast. 1645|The wave is the voice of the sea 1645|Making a song to the sky; 1645|But the hands of the wind are the hands 1645|Making a song to me! 1645|If we had a world-wide home, 1645|And all the stars were folded in us, 1645|If we had a world-wide home, 1645|We'd build a castle of the sea, 1645|And sleep under it in the deep, 1645|With a wall of sand about it, 1645|And a ceiling of water-leaves, 1645|And a floor of verdure spread; 1645|And we'd have a lovely castle 1645|Upon the sea-lands green, 1645|Upon the wide and sultry plains 1645|Of the far-off land of France. 1645|The sands of the castle might slumber, 1645|And the ocean might sleep deep, 1645|And there might be glorious shoals, 1645|And forests of wondrous color, 1645|Or sand-hills winding in from the sea. 1645|There might be a windmill turning 1645|Its pebble in the sea's fresh blood, 1645|With a silver bell above it, 1645|And a blue ======================================== SAMPLE 15170 ======================================== 2732|But if you'll read me half, 2732|I'm all tockward to your heart. 2732|"Now take these two small handkerchiefs 2732|That hang upon that door; 2732|And don't you feel how pleasant that sweet air 2732|Into those little room will be? 2732|It may be that your own heart beats higher 2732|For such a respite from the strife, 2732|But it's the very devil to follow 2732|Such a stranger on his way. 2732|"One bed, with silk so fluffy and smooth, 2732|I'll give to you, sweetheart, and lay 2732|That is warm, and one with linens so soft 2732|You may lie down anywhere-- 2732|I'd rather sleep in a patch of blue, 2732|With a vase of rosy wine, 2732|Than with one little sheet of rippled silk 2732|That hangs upon that door." 2732|"I am so badgered into this 2732|With all these pleasant things," said I, 2732|"And when the doctor says the pill, 2732|I will take it like a man; 2732|And when he tells the drug to take, 2732|I will take the thing I like best; 2732|And on the day that I receive it, 2732|I will give you all that's fit, 2732|No matter who doth wronged me for ever 2732|As long as I have mine. 2732|"For if your mother should die of small things 2732|(Which God grant she will not do), 2732|And you should be left without the love 2732|Which you must keep for awhile, 2732|You will not care, as you can see, 2732|If a poor ghost were dead. 2732|"If there was ever any fault in me, 2732|Or fault in ghost or man, 2732|It was in some old, half-broken thought 2732|Which seemed to you, at first, 2732|A thought which I could not rue 2732|Without being quite confoundedly 2732|To be believed by you and me. 2732|"I have a strong and a strange belief; 2732|And this I will frankly say, 2732|For if I have no thoughts of good to-morrow, 2732|And if to dream and hope is not, 2732|The only word that is fit 2732|Is made of words,--and when I say a thing is true 2732|I do mean it, and intend it, 2732|And think, if I but speak once, I mean to say 2732|My heart makes that meaning plain. 2732|"The words that I speak must be true: 2732|I know this, for I have said it; 2732|And if my words be not so easily believed 2732|As things to which you have given belief, 2732|When you have done believe them, 2732|Then I think I shall wish, as you shall too, 2732|That, when you have believed them, 2732|You would believe what you do wish believing, 2732|And wish it true for myself, 2732|And, seeing what I have to show you, see through 2732|How foolish it seems now. 2732|"Suppose, my heart, my heart should fail you, 2732|And you should live to die, 2732|What should you do when, years hereafter, 2732|You should not know the thing. 2732|Who would not wish to find the thing believed, 2732|And yet believe it--who, to tell you the truth, 2732|Would have to tell you the thing that he had believed, 2732|And believe? 2732|"How should you then react, dear friend, with me, 2732|Who have done a thing untrue, 2732|And now with the thing that you have done forgive me? 2732|I dare not believe you had never believed 2732|What I did then. 2732|"And if you'll pardon my saying it, 2732|And do not blanch your cheek, 2732|And make yourself in a grave-like look, 2732|I've told you my heart's conviction. 2732|And if I do not live to see it, 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 15180 ======================================== 1381|For all that to the sea was aught but foam. 1381|And there the shore he sought, and all the land. 1381|With myrrh and gold in token of the good, 1381|That I could scarce with more, with more of pain, 1381|In honor of him, made thee of all 1381|A heart not fit to be broken in, 1381|When I saw thee first o'er the threshold kneel: 1381|When the light of thine eyes, like the first rays of morn, 1381|Gleamed whereof thou at parting wast unworthy: 1381|And the great tears their last from thy dim eyes shed 1381|For my long-suffering made me think of him. 1381|And I did weep; and the world turned round from me 1381|To the dark, and vanished, and was still. 1381|He is gone, that lone man; for he left me then. 1381|How then shall my love be made glad at last? 1381|There is an hour for tears! Ah, when the time 1381|Will he find--'twill be the best of all! He said 1381|He had no friends--I doubted not but 1381|Had that been so--he would still be absent. 1381|And the world's thoughts he did not know. 1381|But the world, that doth not hate a soul, said, 1381|Now let the world take heed! The world hath left him. 1381|And he comes; and I stand afar from me. 1381|What is there left to fear? That in our arms 1381|What is left over for his love, or mine? 1381|And all the world is waiting for our kiss! 1381|I saw him last. Alas! did he not know 1381|That I did love him so, and he his heart 1381|Did not despise to see it done. O God! 1381|Is there a hope for my heart, O heart of mine? 1381|There is a way, there is an answer, there. 1381|And what is there to me, in the world's ways, 1381|To say to him, when my thoughts fail me up? 1381|How, O God, and O God, for I myself 1381|Am blinded in the sight of Heaven, so blind, 1381|I scarcely see the path that is for me! 1381|I have loved him! and he is gone. 1381|And he was gone. He will be back to-morrow. 1381|I had a brother once, a man, a man, 1381|And I heard his spirit come to me. 1381|I said, 'My brother! that my heart may break! 1381|Say, what have you to say to this my pain, 1381|O man, O me, whose spirit thou hast caught?' 1381|It said, 'O sinner in my place! 1381|I am the sea, and I know whither I goes, 1381|And what my purpose is. I am the rock, 1381|The earth which cleaves and shapes to itself. 1381|I am Life, and last night I seemed to speak.' 1381|Then I said, 'I may come to thee!' but he fled. 1381|O soul, how happy is she who hath 1381|A brother, who is strong to speak of it! 1381|In some, 1381|But none 1381|Weeps in the darkness of her lonely bower, 1381|And sighs in the moonbeam, for the light is gone 1381|Of his bright eye, nor can she call to him 1381|Amid the silent moonlit of her house. 1381|But she remembers, day by day, her love 1381|Which lay unseen and was not quite forgot: 1381|And yet, for her heart is not with pain, 1381|She weeps, but speaks not, for her eyes are wet: 1381|Nor yet will she, at morn, be callous, though 1381|No word may say of her that she is fair. 1381|I cannot say, 1381|For I, though I had his words to speak, 1381|Would say them not; and, when I look on him, 1381|I seem to see him. 1381| ======================================== SAMPLE 15190 ======================================== 2491|As her lover she kneels and prays, 2491|And his love in her eyes burns bright, 2491|And he hears the music of prayer 2491|From her lips as her hands he gathers. 2491|His pride is set on her lap and pressed 2491|And her arms are round him as he presses 2491|To kiss his heart in the deep of her eyes 2491|And cling to him in his passion's hour. 2491|The white waves of dawn 2491|Come dancing by 2491|And they look at the dreaming child, 2491|And they know her dreams are right, 2491|And they watch her so brave, 2491|Who has gone to the war 2491|'Neath the war's dread glare, 2491|With her sweet sweet lids down bent 2491|And her fair young body bare. 2491|As she leaves her room 2491|With its warm light, 2491|And she walks in her dreamy dreams, 2491|She turns to him with a smile, 2491|Who has taken her hand 2491|In his own in front of the door, 2491|And her hair is waving 2491|And her face is bright. 2491|They walk together in the morn, 2491|While she turns her cheek 2491|With a wistful look. 2491|He comes to his darling in his dreams 2491|And his soul is glad, and filled 2491|With the strength that he feels, 2491|With the strength it cannot find 2491|In a body dead. 2491|The dreams are all changed, 2491|For the world is gay 2491|In her dreams, and the world is gay 2491|In his dreams. 2491|And he feels his heart's blood stir 2491|As he hears the song 2491|In the distance sing 2491|On the wind's last wing. 2491|Through the dusk and the gloom 2491|He walks the road through, 2491|By the open grave yard, 2491|Where he left his darling child. 2491|"God bless you." And he walks on 2491|Till he comes at last 2491|Into dreamland where the waters 2491|Of the old, mysterious springs 2491|Flow gently in 2491|Through shadowy forests all around. 2491|And he walks, as he always walked, 2491|By his darling child's side, 2491|Until the darkness of her eyes 2491|And her love, his own 2491|Are forgotten--and his soul is glad. 2491|The woods are green and bright 2491|With the golden sun's last gleam. 2491|The woods and the little stream 2491|Are in God's keeping now; 2491|And he walks with tender care 2491|By his precious little child. 2491|And oh, the wonder of all time 2491|Is that he walks with her 2491|Past the shadow of death, 2491|And the shadows and dark things that dwell 2491|In the hearts of men. 2491|The sun on the valley's edge 2491|Hath never a golden hue. 2491|The little stream rolls on 2491|And ever more is bright. 2491|And the sky of the summer day 2491|Never can be sad. 2491|A mother and tender mother 2491|Who walks in the wood, 2491|And she sees the gold and silver 2491|Where the trees are green, 2491|And her soul sings with gladness 2491|Through the days of light. 2491|An orphan, but not lost; 2491|For she is the daughter 2491|Of the woods and streams 2491|That flow by the valley's edge 2491|In the pleasant times; 2491|And the girl who walks the valley 2491|Would gladly go 2491|To the place where the rivers 2491|Of the valley are sweet. 2491|Then softly she turns her home 2491|And walks with care 2491|Away from the face of death 2491|Where the shadows lie; 2491|And she feels the spirit in the world 2491|That is life's own mother 2491|And in her own. 2491|So is the little forest 2491|The mother of young men ======================================== SAMPLE 15200 ======================================== 2620|The wind hath its songs: 2620|And the rose-tree that opens 2620|Ripe like the morn, 2620|Is music, when the summer 2620|Is near its go. 2620|The bird of the mountain 2620|Sings sweetly and sings; 2620|The bird on the branch above, 2620|The bird in the leaf, 2620|How merry are they all! 2620|If the night wind bring not 2620|To your windowy bower 2620|The song of the chorused birds 2620|So sweetly and singly, 2620|My heart is like to melt 2620|Like the snow in the stream, 2620|And the stars in their shining 2620|Ooo, mother, here I am; 2620|Ooo, mother, let me live! 2620|Ooo, mother, what shall I do 2620|For the little baby dear! 2620|What shall I do now I am come 2620|To the happy home of my birth? 2620|O mother! O mother! 2620|O mother! Run and seek; 2620|O run and seek with your babe, 2620|The tree-spelt sign of the crosses, 2620|Where the streams are divided. 2620|O mother! O mother! 2620|O mother! O mother! 2620|In the cave by the waters 2620|Lying hidden from the sun, 2620|Where the worms are never weary, 2620|But ever hard and sly, 2620|You shall find her in the dark, 2620|She loved the sweet bird of light; 2620|She loved the little starlight 2620|By the streamlet's murmuring; 2620|You shall find her in the dark, 2620|And bring her out again, 2620|And bring her forth again, 2620|And bring her, mother dear, 2620|Down to the deep-blue sea. 2620|(Gideon Ford is pictured at right) 2620|We were all together once, 2620|Together long ago: 2620|We were all together now, 2620|O, I can't remember. 2620|The grass is greener under, 2620|And the trees look taller, 2620|And the winds are up and warmer, 2620|And the skies are blue. 2620|I'll walk through the pasture, 2620|I'll run through the wheat, 2620|I'll make myself a stew, 2620|I'll make myself a sauce. 2620|I'll bake a loaf of bread, 2620|I'll brew a batch o' beer, 2620|I'll go to the garden 2620|With Daisy and Annie. 2620|My mother's in the kitchen, 2620|My sister's at the shed; 2620|But I'll run 'way to the barn-yard 2620|And shut myself in my room. 2620|I'll see to the garden, 2620|I'll see to the wheat, 2620|And make myself a stew, 2620|I'll make myself a sauce. 2620|I'll go to the barnyard-- 2620|I'll see about the barn; 2620|But I'll shut myself in my room 2620|In case something should happen. 2620|I'll see the new sheaves blushin', 2620|I'll smell the new hay; 2620|And I'll think of the old pasture, 2620|The old pasture, good-by! 2620|We sat by the old rye-husk, 2620|And watched the rye sheaf rin; 2620|We were not six, we were seven, 2620|And seven's the strongest kid. 2620|We were not six, we were seven, 2620|But all the same I loved you, 2620|For you were stronger than I, 2620|And I am fitter than you. 2620|When children are playing alone, 2620|With hearts so light and wits so gay, 2620|How they take in and take in 2620|A father and a mother! 2620|Oh, my heart's mother is sweet, 2620|I cannot help but love her. 2620|If I were a little lad 2620|And ======================================== SAMPLE 15210 ======================================== 2130|Bidding him, as he dar'd, 2130|Laugh at the folly of man! 2130|The whole world had but one hour 2130|To give him back his head: 2130|He could not have been more glad, 2130|In so much sorrow then, 2130|As when out of the sky he saw 2130|A sign that bade him pray. 2130|A thousand eyes, a thousand words, 2130|A thousand tongues he knew; 2130|There's neither truth nor beauty now 2130|To keep men's souls in tune; 2130|For, as a harp in evil hour, 2130|It works disorder still. 2130|A thousand friends, a thousand foes 2130|By thousand tongues he fought; 2130|His thoughts are all at strife--His will 2130|Is, that or nothing do; 2130|Or, that he do, or that he spurn, 2130|Or, still the same, retain. 2130|But we--the world have nothing more 2130|For to digest than the word, 2130|And all its world-exchange meet, 2130|Nor can we bear it less-- 2130|We are but dust to his great soul, 2130|Who saw, and saw it plain. 2130|Our present only is the name: 2130|The mind which we have not, 2130|The spirit which for freedom fights 2130|Thro' centuries and years; 2130|To be the work of God's own right hand, 2130|In all that is or may be, 2130|In what He made, or did before, 2130|In what He wills to now and here, 2130|In all things which our minds may do, 2130|Our thoughts are what shall make it great. 2130|In God's high name, in his great name, 2130|In the great spirit which he gave, 2130|In his pure love, in his great will, 2130|He does his hands about her frame 2130|(For she cannot show her head), 2130|And so from a deep soul he strips 2130|His glory from the world away-- 2130|And her new worth is set above 2130|The stars and suns which it gave. 2130|We are not what we were before, 2130|A frail, fragile thing alone, 2130|He made us--our souls and spirits 2130|He wipes from off our parts. 2130|So she, the young, the beautiful, 2130|Our hope, our heaven, is gone, 2130|And that old, good name is dead, 2130|And we have no heritage. 2130|And if we had--tho' we have but one-- 2130|If she had had a spirit like his, 2130|And one--the name he girded so close 2130|Within his bosom strong and strong -- 2130|Had never left him, and would stay 2130|With a brave breast and a true heart, 2130|Like his pure love, and a true wife, 2130|She yet might not have died. 2130|But there's a world whereon we lurk; 2130|Our light lives but the flash of show, 2130|The scene is all unreal, and bright 2130|(But not with this our soul); 2130|All things have light--and dark, and pain 2130|The real light of what is here; 2130|It cannot grasp the true and fair. 2130|We know our own light is not so clear, 2130|But, like a weak and dreaming dream, 2130|We see beyond the moment's gleam. 2130|Our souls must swim the gulf between 2130|The light, and what is not of light; 2130|For what is real, may not live. 2130|To-night is all too dark for you, 2130|You cannot laugh like a happy fool, 2130|Or kiss a friend. 2130|A good fellow must be a brave one, 2130|And a brave friend is the very thing! 2130|To see them here, it seems to me, 2130|Is to behold the grand conclusion! 2130|A sudden sunlight, like a breath 2130|Of sunshine, breaks upon earth's face. 2130|The ======================================== SAMPLE 15220 ======================================== 1727|to the gods of the Phaeacians; he could boast of having been 1727|himself in possession of a man's-chariot which he had 1727|hired as a present from my mother when she had been engaged 1727|for the fair house of Hyacinthus, and which he had 1727|delivered to me as my bride when I was ten years old, when 1727|we both went to Pylos and settled in Pheaea. I kept it in my house 1727|during my absence, but when I returned it was in very poor 1727|condition, and now it seems to me that some one is using it 1727|for some other purpose, for it has been lately sold about 1727|the land where my father and I were wont to have it for 1727|my present. I can't find out who is now buying it, or where 1727|it is, but if it be in Pherae, then it must be now; I know 1727|that the ancient men will tell true, but I am going to the country 1727|where a great many of them are known to everybody, so I will 1727|call the purchaser, and will lay a handsome sum on it if I can 1727|find him; I reckon him a person of consequence, for the people of 1727|Cilicians are very fond of the Phaeacians, and the people of 1727|Pheaea are very fond of them, and many of them are so fond 1727|that they will go where the Phaeacians are, and will send a king 1727|to see if he can get possession of my old chattel, and get it 1727|rebuilt and sent to him for his own use. I will also ask the 1727|prince of Teocallenians to lend him my two best horses; he 1727|must therefore furnish my own spear-shaft, my helmet, and the same 1727|double shield with its double helmet which he gave me when I 1727|escaped from Ilius. Let him then make a thorough cleaning of 1727|the place in which he is staying. I want him to get down on the 1727|plank on the bottom of the ship, and wipe his eyes and let 1727|him take an empty chair, so he can see a man that is going to 1727|destroy his home. 1727|"I will also ask my father as much as his father may have, but 1727|not more than an hundred shekels or so a year; I will also get him 1727|two bright spears, and send him out to battle to protect the 1727|begathered cattle of his father and his people, which are in a 1727|great need of his care. I will also send my two chamberlains 1727|and the old lean cook, who will cook him a feast that will have 1727|the greatest success. I will also send out my daughter and my wife 1727|as messengers, so that they may help you, for you men are always 1727|quick to help one another. In two days when you are satisfied 1727|that you can see the cattle again you can then sell them for 1727|inward silver and gold; but if it is very far off or never yet 1727|that you can bring them, then you are to keep them and send them 1727|home again, and pay all their freight; but do not give them to 1727|the suitors on the sly, for they would take them away, not you." 1727|"Mother," answered Telemachus, "I am more than willing to be 1727|the partner of your father, but I can do no such thing; he must be 1727|the better man of the two of you, for it is not possible that he 1727|could ever fulfil your father's purpose. I will therefore be content 1727|to take the cattle homeward. {91} Go then, and leave the rest 1727|of them to the suitors." 1727|Ulysses left the house and went towards the town; but Penelope 1727|was sitting at the gateway of the city, and the women were all 1727|feigning joy in her face. She would not let any one come near her 1727|house, however, and stood fast by the way of the highway. 1727|When Ulysses saw Penelope he was grieved, and in full council ======================================== SAMPLE 15230 ======================================== 4332|The world that I had dreamed 4332|Was the old world--no matter! 4332|Now, when I recall my youth 4332|They all are gone 4332|And the last one I knew 4332|Will never come back. 4332|For I was so very young, 4332|There was neither pain nor care - 4332|I was not born nor dead - 4332|And now I know that all 4332|Is but a distant dream. 4332|Now I know that I was wrong 4332|I made me a slave all these years 4332|Of love and pride and power. 4332|And I'll never be as great, 4332|Even though I go mad. 4332|I had a lover - he died; 4332|And yet it seemed my love 4332|Did not vanish as it left him 4332|In some strange land. 4332|It seemed I was alone once more, 4332|I still remembered his look: 4332|It seemed he could not understand. 4332|Yet I remembered the words 4332|We two had read together 4332|That we could read--and neither said. 4332|In a strange room I stood alone 4332|With only the old pictures spread 4332|And his old letters there. 4332|A manly form, an old grey look, 4332|A face full of life - 4332|But I knew them not. 4332|I only saw his word - 4332|A child's soft ring of ring; 4332|But I saw too much. 4332|Now I know, however true, 4332|I had loved a girl once, 4332|And this makes a whole life 4332|And body one. 4332|A girl that was not fair, 4332|A body that was tired, 4332|Yet were sweet together.... 4332|I had a girl, only this 4332|Of all the girls in town.... 4332|Yet the very same 4332|As when I was lonely ... 4332|So, in a sort, 4332|I am with one again, 4332|I just the maid. 4332|And a girl's eyes 4332|Are very like a man's, 4332|He is always at ease 4332|And always glad. 4332|And a man's mouth 4332|Is always gay and full, 4332|He never is sad at all - 4332|He laughs, and jests, and talks, 4332|He is never sad. 4332|And a girl's eyes 4332|Are always like a boy's, 4332|He always keeps his hair up, 4332|And still looks very fine; 4332|He has nothing on beneath 4332|His roguish eyebrows. 4332|So, even so 4332|I am with one again. 4332|Yet, let it not be said 4332|That she was only kind to you, 4332|Or even that I could do 4332|What you would have me do. 4332|I have loved many a girl, 4332|And many a boy for aye, 4332|But my heart is always sad 4332|So, in a sort, I am with one again - 4332|It was a face I knew when 4332|I was fourteen - 4332|And I used to think of it often 4332|As one of those that fade and turn to brown 4332|When you tell, with a knowing wink, 4332|That you see in me that boyish child 4332|From whom I drew yourself, when I was a girl: 4332|I have the same look whenever I take a glass. 4332|I am not quite sure what makes me do it: 4332|I only know that I 4332|See through you, as you may say 4332|If you will let me speak, 4332|And I always know 4332|When you look at me 4332|That I am the same. 4332|I can forget the things you say or do: 4332|Even you must remember the things I have 4332|That you did long ago, when you could not see. 4332|If I forget them I will say them not-- 4332|But say them always gently, so they will stay: 4332|I can ======================================== SAMPLE 15240 ======================================== 16452|With all his weapons on him, while he strove 16452|To call him mortal; but in vain to call, 16452|He was not mortal, while with eyes aglow 16452|He gazed, and saw Achilles, whom he thus 16452|Intreated, saying: "Behold, I here detain 16452|An unextinguish'd flame, and will not let 16452|My spirit perish in the fight for thee. 16452|Yet may I in some moment's combat join 16452|My force, whereunite thou and thy host! so 16452|I may behold my son, whom I have lost, 16452|And see thee not, but hear thy father's voice; 16452|So I the fight can easily endure, 16452|While to the Grecians I thy father call." 16452|Then, piteous, he said, "O son, I too 16452|Hearst thou me; I do no injury to thee. 16452|But even as thou saidst, thyself consult, 16452|And if, as I deem, the Greeks shall wage 16452|The fight no less than thee, I thy son 16452|Henceforth will name _he_, that he may be father 16452|To thyself--since thou hast nought to fear." 16452|He spoke; and thus, the warrior son of Tydeus. 16452|Replied, he said, I feel no terror from thee; 16452|And I, I know thee not, but I have heard 16452|Thy father call me from the ships afar. 16452|What, or, what not? He shall the world adore. 16452|For what other power thou canst employ 16452|Than the strength of some God? Behold! my son 16452|Seated upon a steed, I urge thee not 16452|To yield me, nor his wife, lest thou shouldst fall 16452|Before the Trojan host. My father sends 16452|Incline to make thee the incumbent first, 16452|And thou shall be the next; my heart inclines. 16452|So spake Achilles, and he sigh'd in wrath, 16452|But him with these the royal Chief reproved. 16452|Thou hast the art to plead for what is right, 16452|But thou art false to thy own truth at last. 16452|Proud, thou, at last, wouldst bear no faithful part, 16452|And be no more than mother to thy son. 16452|But Jove the Gods may not for such contend, 16452|But show theirself when they thy will obey. 16452|Haste, thou! urge now the Dardan-chariot, 16452|And, son of Tydeus, haste and get thee home; 16452|Haste and, if it be thy doom, to Peleus' house. 16452|He spake, to whom Achilles answer brief 16452|Glanc'd instant, sorrowful, and full of dread; 16452|Then from the body parted, and removed 16452|The vest; and to his own bosom also bore 16452|The helmet, from Achilles' head discharged. 16452|His body then in sacred stupor he laid, 16452|And thus, with loud lament, with hoary beard 16452|Departing, to his own roof he went; there hung 16452|His spectacles, but they could but little spare 16452|The sorrow which his eyes with tearful streams 16452|Supplied; tears, at least, he wiped not, but there gush'd 16452|Instant, and his heart, contrite thus, replied. 16452|Now, ye Mycenæ, to the well-built tower 16452|Thrice welcome, for the favour of the Sire 16452|Which gave me thus the courage to appear, 16452|Of my own son, Achilles, and before 16452|All should the glory and the honour claim, 16452|I now pronounce, and to the city pledge my son. 16452|But now, in all this, let each, with due 16452|Preparations, rest; for no man of all 16452|May with more ease endure the time of fight. 16452|No sleep, no food, no rest for me till noon, 16452|Nor yet until the morrow even. Myself 16452|Have in this service always ======================================== SAMPLE 15250 ======================================== 1382|Where he has been the morning, and the evening, and the morning of this day 1382|There is not a flower, not a wood, not a crag to be found on its bank, 1382|But she is gone. 1382|But he stands there, as a mother of the sons of men and the daughters, 1382|There are no more tears, there is not a voice, there are no women, 1382|Whom the silent waters cover with their garments that rain long 1382|There are none left, and their voices are voiceless, and their hands 1382|There are none left to bear them, and none left to turn on them, 1382|There are none left for their souls to listen to. 1382|The wind upon the woodland 1382|Is like unto the song 1382|Of birds that sing and move, 1382|And sing the joy of life. 1382|For earth is not as 's lordlier 1382|With all that can come nigh; 1382|None that are living are fair 1382|Beneath the moon upon her: 1382|So the wind is the song of trees. 1382|And the wind is the song of leaves, 1382|And the spirit that lives in her 1382|Is a light within their souls. 1382|So all life and music shall be 1382|In the spirit's song and spirit's rhyme 1382|In the days that are past and dead. 1382|The wind from the woodland 1382|Is like unto the song 1382|Of birds that sing and move, 1382|And sing the joy of life. 1382|I have the world's praise, and ye praise my song 1382|Who have power to reach beyond the stars; 1382|And that ye shall not be wroth with me 1382|Nor wroth with your thoughts is none of mine: 1382|O songful leaves! be ye not wiser 1382|Than ye were ere the world was made. 1382|And be ye not wroth with your thoughts 1382|Nor wroth with your dreams is none of mine. 1382|The world and I were but dust when life 1382|Made us its bowers of leaves and blossoms, 1382|Now 'tis dust on me and you when we meet. 1382|O love that made it all its robe and crown, 1382|How doth it wear the whole world's worship! 1382|I have the soul of man, but mine the brain, 1382|And the soul of man is the tree's and seed: 1382|I have the soul of man, but he hath seed; 1382|Mine is the seed that clings to the sapber 1382|For the life to come; and the sapber has birth. 1382|I have the body on which my soul doth ride, 1382|But the body and my soul are separate. 1382|The body I wander wide about, 1382|While the soul to me is confined in the limb; 1382|Mine eyes are of the soul, but the soul hath eyes: 1382|Mine ears are of the soul, yet I hear and hear, 1382|And have of spirit both the will and the right. 1382|Now is the way of man's destiny 1382|By these two that are linked in the vine: 1382|Behold! my brotherhood to me is due, 1382|That he may know what is glorious in me. 1382|Ye are the roots of life, ye are the shade, 1382|You are the glow of earth, ye are the light. 1382|Life and shade are mine; and the fire of youth 1382|Is mine: be ye to him the life and shade! 1382|He is the life; I am the shade; 1382|Be ye to him the light! 1382|O leaves of the vine! ye twining vine! 1382|Ye are with life, but my heart is with you, 1382|For it is life, until I feel it grieve you 1382|And shade, until my heart is sad for you. 1382|Now life and shade are mine; and the fire of youth 1382|Is mine; and my heart feels joy and grief at noon. 1382|And I cannot live without you, 1382|And I cannot die of care: 1382|What I am and what I am ======================================== SAMPLE 15260 ======================================== 3160|"For this same night thy bed, my child, prepare." 3160|She said; and all the suitors in array, 3160|By that dread voice with tumult upheaving, 3160|Are gathered to the palace, where they hear 3160|The summons. Gasping they march before 3160|The threshold of the dome; the sound is shrill 3160|Of sounding coursers; round the palace throng 3160|In eager multitudes; all look each way, 3160|In hopes in time to enter. Now the hours, 3160|In due order, move them o'er the sands: 3160|Now from the palace steps the revel rings, 3160|And all the dome resounds with sounds; then sudden 3160|A voice is heard beseeching--who it is 3160|They thus inquires of all the city loud: 3160|"Whom leave we to our lives to die, or leave 3160|Our fathers' ashes to an unknown guest? 3160|A noble deed of mercy, great above, 3160|Has saved the life of Jove in this rare show." 3160|"How great, O father, is that great desire?" 3160|"Whate'er thy will, who will obey!" he cries. 3160|Thus, as the man replied, his thoughts they lost; 3160|He took the message, and straight received his death. 3160|But when the last sad drop was banished thence 3160|He thus resumed: "Now pass we to the feast; 3160|But haste, my friends; on shore let orders be 3160|That of the news I hither send ye true; 3160|No other news the genial round to spare: 3160|'Tis my command, of all my friends and foes 3160|To-day to-morrow will be, to be faithful, and say 3160|What in our house the fatal end shall be. 3160|The wise, the good, the good, and great and small, 3160|All know it; but the small o'erweening few, 3160|By their oppressions too, are more opprest, 3160|Suffering my poor, my father, and those dear, 3160|With wrongs without reciprocal, alas! 3160|Till some, the worst the world to mortals gives, 3160|Shall know a father's last command must be 3160|(Who needs must die) that all be turned to me." 3160|The gathering band their safe passage gain: 3160|The king attends them of the wise alone. 3160|Now the cool stars their gentle beams renew, 3160|And soft reposing shades absorb the day. 3160|Swift to his palace the king returns, 3160|His friends and faithful slaves to bless with joy. 3160|High and more high, above the level stars, 3160|The royal dome o'erlooks the fertile fields. 3160|There sat the august Ulysses; and there smiled 3160|The son of Jove; the royal host he led 3160|To the celestial dome, but all in vain. 3160|The godlike monarch made vain all reply: 3160|To his huge arms and lance he raised the ball. 3160|The buckler pierc'd the hollow of his shield; 3160|Studded with copper, was the weapon bright 3160|And loud, as when a thousand hosts assail. 3160|A son he gave of gifts to gentle Mars, 3160|A bow, and darts of brazen; next to these 3160|A beamy dart of fire he gave the third, 3160|Bright as the lightning, and emblem of the god. 3160|He took the shafts, and high in air they flew; 3160|The iron flashed from either arm and smote 3160|The lofty dome's solid, solid base; 3160|But Jove and the Ulyssian race essay'd 3160|His fatal fate with anxious thoughts alone. 3160|Then rose the king, and thus the gods implored: 3160|"O godlike man! what man appears so good! 3160|Thyself, the suitors, yet shall suffer death, 3160|But of the glories of the earth and skies; 3160|Now, to be saved, and to redeem the race 3160|Bid the proud suitors fly from Ilion town. ======================================== SAMPLE 15270 ======================================== 1365|As I remember, when he told me he had had his arms cut off, 1365|I was very deeply touched and glad in a great measure. 1365|There were not many at the feast nor about us, the children, nor even 1365|On the morrow we heard an old woman who came with her child. 1365|For three days past, these children had lived in freedom among us, 1365|And they made me a little book of verses for them to read; 1365|But they could read not the end of it; and they were delighted 1365|To see their little friends again on our mountain-tops. 1365|And the old woman, she was very frail and wan, and of little height; 1365|She had on a cap of brocades underneath her robe, that she had 1365|We were the children of the mountain; for the land was our own, 1365|They would gladly have kept the children, if they had been older, 1365|But the children were in the mountain; and it was a stormy season 1365|To be cut off from their play and from the children's playfellows, 1365|And from such a pleasant place as this. 1365|And it was a stormy season; for I was not much agoing; 1365|For I wished to be going, even for a space, and was afeard 1365|Still more to go with a face like this, and with the visage stern, 1365|It is that which gives the whole feeling to that face and visage. 1365|And the whole mountain looked on us all with eyes of wonder; 1365|The rocks, like children in a crowd, looked curiously at us; 1365|The grass in valley-meadows, and the meadows among the birches, 1365|And the mountains looked at us, and they said, with one voice, 1365|"How came they to be children?" 1365|"And who have we found, all scattered 'mid this wild and barren 1365|mountain-tops, this wandering multitude?" 1365|We made our voices known, and one and all returned obedience 1365|"Then we came to the door of a great chamber, and there met 1365|With the children, and we said to them, 'Hearken to meekly 1365|and truly, to us in the mountain; we make a bridge across 1365|The blue heavens, and in it shall a good company pass 1365|by. Behold them in their innocence, sitting upright, 1365|with their garments made about them as they sit hereon.'" 1365|"I never can forget my days at Ursinus, with its meadows, 1365|And in truth I cannot forget those days, the first and my happiest; 1365|But I only think of them, dreaming, and think such thoughts in dreams: 1365|And I only think of the morning, and the day rising over it. 1365|I like to think of the old school-room, with its painted shelves, 1365|And of the little old desk by the window, and of the bookcase 1365|where the pictures hung. The old desk was full of pictures, 1365|I must have painted them with my brush and water-colour-pen. 1365|These are the days of full and glorious bloom, the days of my childhood! 1365|I never can forget those dear delights when the dawn of morning 1365|Stood in the valley, and the mountain in the valley met us, 1365|Making the world one vast dream. In our childhood there was no day! 1365|In our childhood, as in ours, the light was golden, and the air 1365|Came soft with music, and with melody, and with the 1365|flutes of the hazel-wood. 1365|"We have nothing to wear to-day," said the Countess, "no costly 1365|"Then let it be as thou wilt." 1365|"The little girls come back at even, with their scarfs of gray," 1365|Quoth the Countess, "the scarfs that they had when riding down 1365|with the boys. They will not have white scarfs to go into the 1365|forest in." 1365|"That is true," said Dame Nature, "but then thou hast not proved 1365|as thou wilt." 1365|"And we must ride the rest of ======================================== SAMPLE 15280 ======================================== 1471|Of the two worlds in the olden way. 1471|Sung us of the olden race-- 1471|When the whole earth's breathings and thros 1471|Made us of the olden tree 1471|That never dies, and the olden bud. 1471|O, were we as the tree of Time, 1471|When it comes at last to be, 1471|Then--O then, were we young again! 1471|It breaks my heart to write 1471|That what you knew so true 1471|Can now no more be true. 1471|--And that is this, dear heart: 1471|That I have loved you too well 1471|Ever to lose you now. 1471|The morning sun comes with the daylight, 1471|With the morning smile, 1471|In all her sunshine and all her silence-- 1471|For the child who lies asleep must be 1471|All her own with the old, old things. 1471|The old things, all the old, 1471|For the child who lies asleep; 1471|They're as old as dreams are old 1471|And as old as you. 1471|I sat beside a burning cask, 1471|With the glass and the wine-- 1471|As I watched a fire leaping there, 1471|I could hear the water roll. 1471|And I knew that I loved her well, 1471|My dream's companion, dear; 1471|And I said, "The flood that boils below, 1471|The fire that steams within the oaken barrel, 1471|Are but words of fire that fade away!" 1471|But she lay sleeping through the glass, 1471|With eyes of silence shut, 1471|And the wine did not reach them there; 1471|And the flame that up to God she threw 1471|Had faded to a dimming shape in glass-- 1471|A trinket for her head. 1471|The tears--they were but talk, 1471|As the glass was not seen, 1471|By the spirits that came and went 1471|With the wine at side. 1471|But the glass was seen by her, 1471|And the wine by her; 1471|For the fire was by her, and she 1471|Was its only guest. 1471|In the world's old dream of old 1471|And the city's dreaming face, 1471|God's fire is lit on many a board, 1471|Not a board is cold. 1471|We can see the lamps of gold 1471|From the windows of the moon. 1471|They have lights that burn behind us-- 1471|It is we that sleep. 1471|They may say things to our lamps, 1471|But the fire is ours, 1471|When we dream of the world we love, 1471|And of ourselves asleep. 1471|I love you so, my sweet, 1471|I am thy soul, and thy voice, 1471|I am thine heart's desire, 1471|I am thy soul's choice, 1471|O my sweet, 1471|Thy very self is ours! 1471|I love you, and I shall lie 1471|Under your heart's white palm, 1471|And my eyes shall grow blind 1471|With gazing on thy beauty's peak. 1471|I love you, and I shall live 1471|O'er what we are to-day, 1471|As we look from this world's hand 1471|To the world to come; 1471|And I shall know what end is 1471|For the pride of self that flies, 1471|For the strife for what is fair-- 1471|For the longing for what is true, 1471|For the desire for what is great, 1471|For the hatred of things mean, 1471|For the wish to be desired, 1471|For the fear of what is lost, 1471|For the joy with which we smile, 1471|And the pride with which we weep: 1471|I love you, and I shall live 1471|As I long, O my sweet, 1471|Be the better life I win 1471|Aware of my dead pain, 1471|And the joy which blinds my eyes 1471|And ======================================== SAMPLE 15290 ======================================== 20|That they not rightly to the place assign'd, 20|To be aveng'd for lost Constance, should bring. 20|With joyful hearts they parted, one with chearful heart 20|Pacing the desart, the other in the wood; 20|Then he arriv'd, who from a distance might see 20|The Horse which did the Victory hauld, and cry 20|From far unto them, the Horse, the field and all. 20|Him came they syph''ly, and in the wood apart 20|Close Buildingurg where he dwelt, with soundless mirth; 20|Above them all the shaggy headlong flood 20|Of the vast North-west fell, with stormy blast, 20|Which thinn'd its brethren to a phantom'd thing, 20|A forest phantom, though of human form: 20|Him came they syph'ly, and on a throne high up-lift 20|Upon the craggy top, deep-dimming o'er, 20|With his black beard and wrinkled flinty flint, 20|The Lord of Death he seem'd, and in his hand 20|A deadly dart his sable falcon bore. 20|Dread-hearted King, and with dismay that hour 20|Seem'd come to hope, how great thy victory 20|In this so glorious conflict shalt thou prove, 20|And prove it triumphant; for, this day, 20|Forth from the Cameloth, the fierce enemy, 20|Stole full three thousand warriors into thy sway, 20|Thy strongest and thy naturallest, that were 20|Neer to be dropt in more distressful woe; 20|They sat an Angel in thy gates, and now 20|Sit hovering o'er thee like a sacred ghost. 20|The chayles, and the archers, that ye thought 20|Of your great weapons, them now forsake, 20|For well ye wot, that to the Chayles guid, 20|With that, which you they took, there is adde; 20|For which ye fight so fiercely, and have slain 20|So many of them, with one griefes solemne. 20|Now to their wailful thoughts, that comfort bring, 20|Go now, ye that shall journey hence with mee; 20|For Death, with Death despis'd, now gives them rest! 20|He ended, and his saying rous'd up the wind, 20|That forc'd them from their floating cheerless bed, 20|And to their seats with louder drums uplift 20|The rolling peare of Ev'ning and Re-maine. 20|O Father dear, be merciful, that so 20|The cause of battle hither wak'd not, 20|Lest we afferme the comfort of thy grace, 20|Or by mischance or circumstance ope thy grace. 20|O Father, in thy wondrous Wisdom plac'd 20|Such was our force, that us thy foes forsook 20|Before we fix'd our betters to the fight, 20|And our defence, and ours, the meanest thing 20|That on the world might rest, our guard forsook, 20|And, flight or tempests subduing, lay them low; 20|And they that follow'd us, with arms inado, 20|Or blind to flight, or faint, or ruin dark, 20|Leave to their watch thy saints, and, with thy care 20|To ponder on their deeds, make thine, as thou hast said, 20|Their watch, and guard them day and night, while they 20|Their faithfull counsels keep. Be not, dear Son, 20|Ruin forebode; but thou art come to try 20|Whether to thee is given this sad decay, 20|Or whether to the heav'n thou giv'st the world. 20|To whom thus Jesus answer'd. Peace I bring, 20|Both to be gracious to you and to thee, 20|And to forget thy offence, which is 20|Not to be giv'n lightly. Go thy ways. 20|So saying, the Angel with his wings wide 20|Blind to us, re-appear'd, and angels thick 20|Stand in a squadrons array; on each hand 20|Four Cherubims led, in limmette twa, 20|Orion with dreadful shadowis wrapt, and stood 20|Embattled ======================================== SAMPLE 15300 ======================================== I have seen the sun, 27333|The moon so pale, 27333|The stars all gleaming 27333|Through the leafy gloom: 27333|I have heard them call, 27333|In the forest's deep, dim, deep, deep, 27333|And the breeze, a-stir 27333|Through the branches, in the leafy gloom, 27333|And the birds, their music, low and shrill, 27333|Ruffling the air, 27333|"Mary, take the child away: 27333|Take the child away! 27333|Mary, hear the crying! 27333|Mary, give the cry its ease 27333|Till thou hear'st my praying." 27333|"Foolish, thou! 27333|Mary, take the child away 27333|And let the mother stay, 27333|But I'll go with thee, away 27333|In the forest, dark and deep, 27333|And the birds shall be my care 27333|Till the babe is born again 27333|In the forest, dim and dim." 27333|The moon was high 27333|As the western sky, 27333|And the moonlight seemed 27333|Like an angel looking down 27333|Full of light for her. 27333|She was white from breast to head, 27333|The light that was her, 27333|As she lay upon my heart, 27333|It was magic like. 27333|I stood beside her bed, 27333|And watched the stars, 27333|In a starrie dream of a land 27333|Of pure, holy white. 27333|The moon had set, 27333|The light had waned fast, 27333|But dimmed the sky like a star 27333|In the moonlight there. 27333|When she went from me, 27333|As if her feet 27333|Trembled for the fear of the night, 27333|My very soul 27333|Was touched like the marble of a song 27333|In a dark, dream-haunted place, 27333|With a moon-streaked bed and white. 27333|In the forest, dim and drear, 27333|I heard the wind a-blowing, 27333|The wind a-blowing, 27333|The wind ever blowing, 27333|And my soul had grown too cold to sing, 27333|The wind ever blowing. 27333|I was alone and all alone 27333|And the only one who listened was Death, 27333|And when her song came, I turned away 27333|To hide my sightless fiddles and play 27333|Doomed havoc on a world that danced 27333|To the song's rhythm, to see and sing, 27333|As to the Dead the music passed. 27333|And I lay back-to-back, 27333|And the little child I loved 27333|I held, as if to me. 27333|The old woman sat in the window where the snow lay white 27333|The old women in the lanes of brown were standing waiting, 27333|With their eyes on the window to see the storm howling. 27333|But, when the rain set the window doors a-blaze, 27333|Then the old women all began to cry. 27333|A storm was on the little ones, 27333|It swept the little children to bloody feet; 27333|They lay, a-dying around, 27333|With eyes like dried leaves wet to the eyes. 27333|The old men watched with their grey eyes, 27333|And they knew in their hearts 27333|That the storm was on the little ones, 27333|It was on all the little children's graves. 27333|But the old women sat in the old halls, 27333|And the little children all were playing free; 27333|And the old woman with grey eyes 27333|Looked out and stared at the little children dead. 27333|And the tear-drops seemed to leap like living kisses 27333|From the grey eyes of the old women sitting in the hall. 27333|But there was no pain in the old weather, 27333|The little children played all the way from home; 27333|The old women sat in their elms, 27333|In the homes of the old, 27333|Bene ======================================== SAMPLE 15310 ======================================== 1728|the ground, and on one side he laid his left hand on the shield 1728|with the shield in the semblance of a man that was in battle, 1728|and cast the other on the earth, and made a sign with his 1728|fingers and he called his sons to witness. So they 1728|stood before the walls. Now they set two barley-meal baskets 1728|for each man, and a well-baked cake, and made them sit down. 1728|And Eurylochus, the son of Antenor, his wife 1728|brought him bread, and water and set it before them. And 1728|Melanthius and Idomeneus with their sons went up to 1728|the house of Agamemnon. And when they were there 1728|they took from their hands the baskets, and the cake and 1728|bread, and threw them on the ground, and all fell upon the 1728|salt; but Eurylochus came up and stood by him and spake, 1728|saying: 1728|'Out of our own houses, Agamemnon, we are come to the 1728|town of king Priam. We could not escape destruction if our 1728|house was taken by us; therefore go your ways, as shall 1728|be meet, and bid the heralds spread the news around about 1728|the cities which our father built. In all the towns the sons 1728|of king Priam dwell that are under the wall, where many of our 1728|catholics are men of wits, and of excellent learning, and they 1728|will be sure to tell the story, for there is great need 1728|of it.' 1728|And the goodly swineherd answered him saying: 'Hear me thou 1728|son of noble Antenor, and I will do whatsoever I shall 1728|say, even as the gods have willed. Nay, hold thy peace, 1728|stay thou here, for there is no god but none may bind 1728|the hand.' 1728|'Nay, it is as thou sayest,' replied Eumolpius, 'that I 1728|would go hence.' 1728|Then great Odysseus of many counsels, of his own justice, 1728|turned about, and with him the goodly swineherd, and spake to 1728|them winged words: 1728|'Hear me, my children, and I pray you one and all by 1728|the handmaids, and call the swineherd and bind him to the 1728|wall in the outer court of his house, that I may take my 1728|way to the city. For all men seek not glory nor riches, 1728|but bread and water to drink, and I too would live that I 1728|might eat and drink my fill in all the city, and in the 1728|town of my fathers. For ye are the heirs of kingship, 1728|and your cities hold a rule in all the fields, and I am 1728|a lord in mine own. But if thou wouldest be first among the 1728|knights, and to the wall wouldest lead the way, then take 1728|with me a goodly goblet, and with sweet wine fill it, and 1728|let it be the feast of all the people in the halls and 1728|in the chambers. And let the heralds tell the kings 1728|through whom all are invited, to their house, namely 1728|Eurymachus and great-hearted Antiphus, to bring a goblet 1728|and to pour libation, and set before them also a fat 1728|goat.' 1728|Thus with his words the lordly wooers spake one to 1728|the other. The heart within him swelled within him, and 1728|with joy he went to the house of godlike Menelaus. 1728|And Odysseus of many counsels came to the well-builded 1728|house and beheld there the wooers with the baskets and 1728|the cup-bearer of the wooers and the handmaids and the 1728|swineherd's men, his own dear friends. Then the strong-winged 1728|Odysseus shuddered with horror, and his heart within 1728|him was rent ======================================== SAMPLE 15320 ======================================== 2621|On her apron, ready for her gown. 2621|They went to meet him, where he sat 2621|Behind an old oak-tree, 2621|And the little maidens stood and gaped 2621|For the coming of the bride. 2621|They saw her coming, yet they smiled 2621|While her white arms gave greeting, 2621|As she passed by the casement wide 2621|With an air as light as air. 2621|And now they think no more of her, 2621|For they see the wedding guests, 2621|But a little wood-grouse crows in the dell 2621|With a cry that dies away. 2621|Ah, well-a-day! the time that brings us 2621|The wedding of love and me, 2621|With dancing, song, and merry mirth, 2621|And dancing, song, and merry mirth. 2621|On this day the maidens gather 2621|To the revel's lightest dress, 2621|For my spirit, like it's twin, 2621|And it's spirit, like to be. 2621|With a face like lily-holly, 2621|And a sweet and innocent grace, 2621|And a face as sweet as cherry-tree, 2621|And a gentle heart, and a kind one too, 2621|And a face as still as any swan's be, 2621|And a look as still as rain-cloud at night! 2621|On this day all the maids delight 2621|To have a merry time and light; 2621|But the maiden that's most within reach 2621|Is the bridesmaid, darling of my soul! 2621|With a kiss in her dimpled hand, 2621|And a wreath of dewdrops on her cheek, 2621|And a kiss in her soft white hand, 2621|And a wreath of dewdrops on her cheek, 2621|And a face as fair as any rose, 2621|And a hand as light as any pear! 2621|The little swallows twitter, 2621|All the livelong night o'er, 2621|And I love to hear them sing: 2621|The sun is bright, the world is gay, 2621|I love the sun best of all. 2621|The little swallows twitter, 2621|The dew is on the clover, 2621|I love the dew on the clover-- 2621|The sun is bright, the world is gay. 2621|There was once a little man, 2621|And he lived in a little house, 2621|And he let his wife to live free, 2621|And he bought a little carriage, 2621|And he bought a little cart and mules, 2621|And he bought a little dromedary, 2621|And he bought a little tower of the wood 2621|To seat his steed in the stable, 2621|And to keep his appetite satisfied, 2621|And to get him ready for bed. 2621|But oh! his wife was a little reindeer, 2621|That fled and went a-sailing on the snow. 2621|And oh! his wife was white, white as the snows, 2621|That lay and cowered in the deeps. 2621|Oh how he wished his wife's white he had seen 2621|On the brow of the white lie. 2621|Oh how he wished to kiss his wife, 2621|To caress her white foam-white breast, 2621|With the draught of her milkmaid's draught, 2621|And the curdle of her cream-white trough. 2621|But oh! what could he kiss that white, 2621|Or what could he wish in her brown? 2621|His wife was a deuce of a wife, 2621|And never a pretty white! 2621|Of all the maids that are in the town, 2621|The pretty Rosabelle is not out. 2621|She is the pride of the little street, 2621|The darling of all the brooks; 2621|And though she is not seen without 2621|The little boots upon her feet; 2621|Yet she is the lady of hearts, 2621|And is most welcome to me. ======================================== SAMPLE 15330 ======================================== 2732|Is a little woman, 2732|Of a noble lineage, 2732|Who had been banished from 2732|The Holy Land. 2732|Away they went in the night, 2732|As swift a flight as you 2732|Ever heard tell of; 2732|But soon they drew aloft his coat 2732|(If it were plaited with gold), 2732|And with all their power and speed 2732|Went to kill him. 2732|The Prince and the little maid 2732|(It may be so-called strange) 2732|Were taken by degrees to the Queen 2732|At a table. 2732|She took them to a great store, 2732|That was close by a well, 2732|Where there was plenty of bread 2732|And butter;--and some beef and 2732|Pork, too. 2732|She sent them all with speed 2732|Where they knew they'd be well fed, 2732|And sheltered, when they bit 2732|Her guests in the house. 2732|Some in a little bed, 2732|Some in a pewter pot. 2732|And some took their places, 2732|With wine that was old, 2732|But, oh! the poor brave lords 2732|Were all very merry there, 2732|The little lords and all, 2732|But I have to say, at first, 2732|(Though there was some disapproval,) 2732|My little book! 2732|I have not read it twice, 2732|And do not much regret 2732|That I've held it so long, 2732|And been an avid Reader, 2732|So many happy hours; 2732|For how could any man read 2732|And not be kind to others? 2732|But when I've finished the Book, 2732|And put it away, 2732|I shall return, and gladly give 2732|My copy of the _Daily Telegraph_. 2732|Oft have I seen with wonder-working eyes, 2732|_The King's New Look_--so Shakespeare did write it, 2732|And you and I may read it--so we did! 2732|For this we all believe it is the truth, 2732|And so we proudly call it the King's New Look. 2732|Now, I am no Bishop, though my pages boast 2732|A Bishops' badge and a congregation's seal, 2732|I can only hope you will not doubt it, dear, 2732|And only regard it as a mere fable. 2732|Here lies the man that never understood me! 2732|He was always looking over his shoulder; 2732|He was always looking over his left, 2732|And he never turned round. 2732|He had gone to buy some tobacco for him, 2732|Where people were waiting to lend him money; 2732|But he could not understand a word I said, 2732|For I always waited at the door. 2732|He went by the back-door, and I followed him, 2732|And I asked of every man in the street, "Who?" 2732|And he always came back by the door, and said, 2732|"Oh, that's all--that's all, my Darling." 2732|Then I went 2732|With the others, 2732|And sought my bed in the chapel-yard, 2732|And slept out all in the quiet of the night. 2732|"Is it he? 2732|Is it he?" rang the loud church-bell's knell, 2732|I woke from my dreaming in a dreadful fright; 2732|For out of the chapel-yard, as I slept, 2732|There was riding a man in a shining steed, 2732|And the steed was red and the rider was white, 2732|And they were going down a lane in a wood, 2732|And the rider was tall and the steed was short, 2732|And they rode side by side, 2732|And they talked together as they galloped by, 2732|And they rode side by side, 2732|And the steed shot fire at the men behind, 2732|And the man shot fire at the men before, 2732|And they galloped side by side, 2732| ======================================== SAMPLE 15340 ======================================== 27297|The world at length to him must seem; 27297|An empty dream he knows, and he 27297|May not be known at all." 27297|"Nay, but thy love 27297|That once I knew, must yet remain. 27297|I do believe in _all creeds_. 27297|Oh, love is strong and tender. 27297|And in this world of cares and needs 27297|A woman's heart still is not dull. 27297|"I do not shrink 27297|From death--but then, I know the woe 27297|Which is the commonest of all! 27297|My death would not be strange or strange; 27297|It is enough that they should stay-- 27297|And I will go! 27297|God's will be done! 27297|What need to say to thee? 27297|I think thyself immortal, 27297|And this dear face will not fade 27297|I cannot even kiss it, dear, 27297|I cannot even look on it! 27297|"I thought it could not have been, 27297|I thought it was not; for I 27297|Am here, and love, and know it not; 27297|And I was only dreaming, 27297|A long, long dream! 27297|I have grown strong with words, but not 27297|With the strength of my heart. 27297|"I have grown strong with words--though words, in truth, 27297|Are weak, and weary words; 27297|And with long years they fail along the time, 27297|And fade from me; 27297|Oh, but they were quick with all joy, my friend, 27297|And not that memory of light, 27297|Which in the old, old days of life I knew, 27297|It is hard to bear! 27297|"The eyes can grow not tired with dreaming, 27297|The heart cannot grow tired. 27297|But I am weary with a memory 27297|Of the old. And I know the last faint gleam-- 27297|No more that light of all day! 27297|"And now, my friend, I think a light, 27297|Perhaps a better light, 27297|Is coming to thee--to light my heart, 27297|Or set it glad. 27297|The end of all things is at hand-- 27297|But I wonder how it seems-- 27297|And I say to you, why should I doubt, 27297|Or how should you deceive, 27297|That the end of all things is at hand? 27297|"I am dying to hear, indeed I must, 27297|The last quiet word of death; 27297|But why may not the end come with the breath? 27297|Why does it seem so long? 27297|"And I will die--a little while, ere it be 27297|I shall not see-- 27297|And die in silence, silent as a deathless ghost, 27297|Then--be the last. 27297|"I will die, and die, and die the way you would, 27297|And let no new love wait. 27297|I will die in the night; I will lie upon the earth, 27297|And die; as you will. 27297|"I know the end will come; I fear it coming; but, 27297|I say to you, in God's name, 27297|If I die, God, let me die--not here--at last, 27297|No more, then, for life! 27297|"I know that he is God, though God are they, 27297|And that His hand, too, goes before 27297|And bows and bounds us in His awful plan, 27297|Yet He will leave us, if we seek 27297|Death's gate too long to tread! 27297|"Nor shall we die in vain--though, being mine, 27297|We must die--so let us live 27297|While here or when here; if, when they fly, 27297|Some gentle woman's love 27297|"If I die, I yield myself to Death, 27297|And give my dust to dust; but, if I live, 27297|O Lord of Love, to thee 27297|"The years shall pass beneath me with the sky 27297|As summer ======================================== SAMPLE 15350 ======================================== 19221|Now a cold, pale corpse is hewn away; 19221|And there's his lovely form no more, 19221|No more his arms are round me twined; 19221|I see him lying there,--he!--dispersed 19221|And forgotten as a phantom shape. 19221|Yet from this moment he is mine; 19221|Still as a dream he comes, he roams 19221|Through my stilly life,-- 19221|And, to satisfy my dying want, 19221|Lovers,--while yet time's last breath we share. 19221|Ah! gentle love, let us not scorn 19221|This last sweet moment of our life; 19221|'Tis enough!-- 19221|Thou, with thy fleeting smile, 19221|And vain conceit, 19221|Art able us to compass love 19221|Even though both love and fortune fly. 19221|Then let us hope,-- 19221|Who, till this day, 19221|Wast unhappy, and wish them still 19221|Once again to change their state of strife 19221|In our good time,-- 19221|And having now no cause to fear, 19221|To forget our sad estate of pain. 19221|Fond reader! when shall I begin to say 19221|That, though things evil and difficult appear 19221|And call up full suspicion in your mind 19221|That I was wrong 19221|To entertain you with this gloomy fable, 19221|And not seek some comfort in a song 19221|Or in a tale 19221|So much misrepresented as this is, 19221|Of a time when the fair Minerva 19221|With Thetis held converse while they ate and drank 19221|In the hollow cottage where the swine were fed 19221|And where the goats grazed and the flocks played free 19221|All the day long, and the sun seldom shone 19221|On the mossy walls, and the reeds and rushes shook 19221|And whispered in every grove and bush 19221|Of a time,--when these things had not changed their looks 19221|From their natural haunts, and the nightingale 19221|Had not, through the summer months, been overtasked 19221|By any unwelcome visitor, 19221|Nor yet be seen in the house so lonely 19221|As now, and with tears are staining the stone. 19221|There's many a tale that I have told you of 19221|Of the making o' coffins, and of the wood 19221|Whence flowed the sacred stream of Claudiuola, 19221|Of the women and the maidens both fair 19221|Who lived in the house, and the evils they suffered 19221|From prying too far on other folks 19221|Who might guess what they had kept so very well,-- 19221|If I've told you true. But now I must not; 19221|You must have heard, next morning, when I came home 19221|From the mountain, a woman's footsteps nigh 19221|Got up at the dawn, and 'twas a very fair 19221|And little maid with the yellow hair about her head, 19221|Ruthven,--that is, if you recollect right. 19221|Who could have thought that it should be me 19221|Who by a secret charm, and a breath, 19221|Should come to be the little maid with the yellow hair, 19221|Ruthven,--that is, if you recollect right? 19221|The house was full of people, and many voices cried, 19221|"Laugh at the roses and the lily fair, 19221|For the worst disease that man may bear 19221|Is knowing when he's old and when he's sick;" 19221|Then a voice softer than a robin's song 19221|Came from a tiny throat, and a sweet, uncertain voice 19221|That murmured like a waterspout broke 19221|Into the ear;--and I, a foolish boy, 19221|Till the voice whispered, and the little throat gave answer, 19221|Were not very happy, I confess; 19221|For the voice whispered, and the little throat gave answer, 19221|But the voice murmured, and the little throat bowed low with wonder 19221|Because we had not seen the like together. 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 15360 ======================================== 20586|In a dame's, in a damsel's hand.... 20586|Now, I was a child! 20586|Yet when I had had my hour, 20586|A child I was not again; 20586|A child a-bed 20586|I bade a tear or a flower bestir. 20586|I'm as a grave, 20586|And a grave is my bed; 20586|And that's enough 20586|For such a sleep. 20586|"And then my mother came-- 20586|My mother came in despair: 20586|How could I then 20586|Beget? to breed? 20586|How could I 20586|That she should then desert me? 20586|"Then her name was brought; 20586|'Tis this song we sing 20586|To show God's love to poor orphanes! 20586|"She came to-night, 20586|When I was sleeping; 20586|She stole 20586|Into my dreaming, sleeping heart;' 20586|"'O, baby, baby, 20586|Thou've had the cure I cannot give, 20586|Yet in thy sleep's untimely slumber 20586|Thou would'st take thy mother's hand, 20586|And kiss her eye, and try to steal 20586|Mother's comfort from her face; 20586|But mother's arm 20586|Could not defend her, 20586|And to the wall, 20586|'Neath the poor boy's breast stealing, 20586|I found her and kissed her there. 20586|"'Now tell me, baby, 20586|Have you nothing in a child 20586|Wherewith to wipe your cheeks clean, 20586|Or cover all the broken toys 20586|When old man and his wife are talking? 20586|"'O mother, son, 20586|You shall leave 20586|Till, when, I come,' 20586|And, when come I must leave you, 20586|Thou shall be mine! 20586|"And thou wilt come to me 20586|When thou hast had the play 20586|Of thine own little soul, 20586|Of all the little thing, 20586|That's ever been a child, 20586|But never a playmate, or seen, 20586|Never heard, 20586|But just a trifle. 20586|"Then I shall tell to thee 20586|How to play, 20586|All the little notes 20586|That cry and call, 20586|And to be happy, and sweet. 20586|"But to put out thy eyes, 20586|And hide thy cheeks, 20586|And keep to thy sleep, 20586|And leave the bed, 20586|Where thou wert sleeping. 20586|"To come once more from the sun, 20586|And let thy sun 20586|See thee, and love thee, child, 20586|And thy bed with its soft, white clothes." 20586|So it was done, 20586|And done so very quietly, 20586|We only saw it as the moon climbs the sky 20586|And we heard the stars speak. 20586|The morn there was in the town of Tir-Fa'n, 20586|The sun was high o'er the hill-tops; 20586|In the houses the little children 20586|Went to play, 20586|To sing by the beach, 20586|To dance by the sand, 20586|To sing by the orchard-trees, 20586|And to dance and sing. 20586|And in each family 20586|Two children play'd by the way: 20586|They had but dimples and pink, 20586|They had but unshamed brows, 20586|With white arms and cheeks as new 20586|As little boys may be, 20586|They danced by the way. 20586|And when they all were come, 20586|They sang in the sun, 20586|In the sun, in the sun; 20586|While in the east wind 20586|The little hands played, 20586|And in the sunshine 20586|Sang in the west wind 20586|Another little song: 20586|The little children all in a row, 20586|All ======================================== SAMPLE 15370 ======================================== 3160|Or that his father live to say the truth. 3160|"But let all these my lords debate and debate, 3160|And now all hands the utmost path explore, 3160|While still Æolus the winds restrain; 3160|But leave to me the gales and winds to guide, 3160|And let some god my soul inspire." 3160|"O friend! with godlike courage thus inspire, 3160|And teach the aged queen how true a friend 3160|To thee I owe my life! 't is from that fane 3160|Which Pallas made, and built with hand divine; 3160|No more I fear the rage of stormy Boreas.' 3160|Thus in our name, and thus in earnest, pray, 3160|I am thy god and loyal in thy vow; 3160|(Thus Pallas prayed;) but let my soul inspire 3160|To love thee as my life is loved of me." 3160|This said, the winds they murmur'd round the mast, 3160|And as the southern gales prevail'd, the sails 3160|Glowed and grew light, till Pallas girt the mast. 3160|Then soft the winds blew on, and wafted wide 3160|The sails, and through the spacious horizon bore. 3160|She, hurling to the shore her golden hair, 3160|Plung'd to the sea, and with adoring prayer 3160|Avert'd the Gods, and called to mind her vows, 3160|And of the crime divine avenged the dead; 3160|Then, as a sister, to her bed retired, 3160|A glorious band of gods on Ida flew. 3160|With her the queen her arms extended lay, 3160|And clasp'd the waters, and in tears were heard: 3160|Then thus aloud, in accents wing'd with blame, 3160|"O queen of heaven! O fair, the source of bliss! 3160|The love ye bore me, was a curse to me; 3160|For, happy in all that I have done in aid 3160|Of man, from birth to man! to him resign 3160|All blissful feelings: when my sister went, 3160|Sappho was my friend: I took the task at home 3160|To mourn her absence with the gods divine; 3160|But now, I say, from her my friend I mourn, 3160|And thus to thee, ye gods, a victim fly.' 3160|"Again I spoke: the voice of grief was heard: 3160|To heaven again the weeping queen returns, 3160|And cries aloud: 'Fie! for shame, fair god of day! 3160|Hence, void of heart to trust an empty day: 3160|See'st thou me lose the sweetest boon of heaven, 3160|But still deny to heaven my dearest due? 3160|And never to thy worship's sight restore, 3160|When from the skies thy brother lifts the eye. 3160|Alas! 'tis hard, that in my soul alone, 3160|The fault my folly might be confessed, 3160|When first my sister, fair of face! was wed; 3160|What will not heaven itself, though strong and strong, 3160|Be satisfied to leave, yet not disturb 3160|The sacred nuptials of a guilty head? 3160|The wrath of heaven is heard by the deaf earth! 3160|When Jove, his thunder, raves, he scatters his woe; 3160|Yet my unhappy sister may be blest. 3160|Go, bid the winds and swift the waters stay, 3160|And bear the bodies to the sacred flood.' 3160|Thus I: and the sad goddess thus replied; 3160|"'Tis hard to leave a state so lovely here, 3160|But all duty is to do as I advise; 3160|For not a day to Jove, can force be shown! 3160|A sister would to heaven resign her love!' 3160|"The goddess ceased: and soon the skies were red 3160|With rushing flames, and sudden the black clouds 3160|Thick poured forth smoke, that, in the sky upborne, 3160|Warmed the pale ashes of the dead, and made 3160|The white morass a frozen desert drear 3160|Where the wild beast, wild to the wood ======================================== SAMPLE 15380 ======================================== 1383|That we may never do our best, 1383|When the world is soothed and soothed away, 1383|And the heart's delire is sweet. 1383|But now, what a world it is 1383|It is all in the eye, so, now, let's see the fact. 1383|With the eyes to read it and the heart to comprehend it. 1383|'Tis the world now, and what men will not! And what they will. 1383|But to make the matter worse, the present crowd 1383|Is one who, if you find it fit, can show 1383|A picture for his little book. 1383|Is the world then, at the end of May, 1383|A picture for his little book? 1383|To make the present crowd as mean yet 1383|As may be the world at all, 1383|Whilst the world's chief image is the self same tree, 1383|Is it the world now, at the end of May? 1383|Now, 'tis for nothing when the world is gone, 1383|That one's own good use be there! 1383|He that is without the world may hap, 1383|But be it nought, at the best, 1383|With the picture the world in May is leaving, 1383|His picture, of the sun-beams. 1383|In his little book with book-wise cheeks, 1383|The little book, and the the reader's books, 1383|The little book as the best, what can he lack? 1383|To make him have an ample stomach; 1383|Yet, what with his own good use thereof 1383|He can make it, when the day-work done, 1383|To have what his mind would acquire. 1383|He has no reason to be vexed, 1383|When the world is quite at rest, 1383|Whether the world in May be as fair 1383|As that which it in June made green. 1383|A little picture: the world can be 1383|A little picture in June when the world is in May; 1383|The summer gone, the autumn soon to start, 1383|If the world be in its place and the May be gone. 1383|As things then were, the wise man's grief 1383|Had all a little place in his heart 1383|To be a part of what he grieved; 1383|And he would gape to the next year 1383|And learn about its coming joys. 1383|The world he had believed would not be long, 1383|So he went forward, and learnt how they wrought. 1383|The world was in peril; in peril, 1383|And they made of him a part of its joys, 1383|And the spring of its beauty and hope. 1383|But all the way they had followed him, 1383|He had proved their cunning, they had proved their folly. 1383|Now there's one who, having learnt the thing; 1383|There's one who, having looked, has proved it too; 1383|And the good man is happy with this. 1383|Of other ways the wise man has set 1383|He will be glad to be a part of. 1383|The morning is fair, the birds are in song, 1383|And the fields all rest beneath their breath; 1383|Then to the heart of the dove there's something rare, 1383|So I sing, I rise to stand again. 1383|Heaven's stars light the sky, the fields lie bare, 1383|Where the sun-blink is as a golden gleam; 1383|In the dimness of the tree the nightingale; 1383|The birds have had their day, the trees have had play. 1383|The little lilies, with a little cry, 1383|And the jessamine and hyacinth, 1383|Are over the little fields where the grass is green, 1383|And where the cicala dons his bright blue vest; 1383|Now the day is done, and the little lambs are loose, 1383|Now they lie and weave and play and grow. 1383|O lovely day! O quiet moment spent! 1383|I hear the whr of the fife and the drum, 1383|And from the woods the ======================================== SAMPLE 15390 ======================================== 19385|Oh, she 's wi' her auld husband, 19385|She 's sae my dawtie's lassie; 19385|He 's gien to hame, we 're gane, 19385|And she 's been to the kirk. 19385|As we sat by the fire, 19385|I was afeard for your sake, 19385|And I cried aye frae my lips, 19385|"Say, old fellow, are you gaun 19385|In the church this night?" 19385|"Old fellow, for your sake, 19385|I 'll go back this instant; 19385|The pastor is gone to wende, 19385|And I thole him gude." 19385|"There 's nae sermon we 'll sing, 19385|The psalter'd sermon we 'll have, 19385|He 'll be our old hameward-friend 19385|At our ain door. 19385|"For he says he 'd never see 19385|Sic tales about your name, 19385|And, hooe, hooe, hooe!" 19385|"I am come for your sake, 19385|Your hinny house will I fill; 19385|Aged folks mayna mak' it fit; 19385|They 're fley'd, and they 're gane; 19385|For hoo's your 's done for." 19385|And the house we gaed to see 19385|Was roof'd o' sawe-wool 'mang, 19385|And siller in the girt roof, 19385|It roars 'gainst the rafters: 19385|And the rafters they were kemm, 19385|And auld man twa was in it; 19385|For the pastor he 's brought 't 19385|At the ain door. 19385|The pastor, he had seen, 19385|That the Lord gav 't but nane; 19385|And his soul 's in your arms, my dear, 19385|And the best thing that he saw 19385|That he ne'er saw afore. 19385|Come over to me, dear 19385|Abed-Liz, and talk o' me; 19385|Tho' I were quite alone, 19385|Thro' the tears I drew on thee. 19385|Come o'er me that is dear, 19385|Abed-Liz, my dearest slave; 19385|I 'll talk o' thee, my dear, 19385|Abed-Liz, my dearest slave. 19385|The lily weeps, the rain- 19385|Spirits fly, and clouds are there. 19385|And though we would we were both 19385|In Heaven's highest heaven above. 19385|The moon that shines upon the sea is fair to see; 19385|The waves have rougher hue; 19385|The billows' foaming ripples are rough to view, 19385|But never did I meet with so rude a sight-- 19385|How lovely is the moon! 19385|It spreads its bright circle, while waves are rudely hurl'd; 19385|The moon is like a lady, that loves the sea; 19385|She turns her face with all the pride that ships boast, 19385|As fair as aught that wears a lady's smile; 19385|And smiles upon the billows, that tumble to the sand, 19385|That makes the waters fairer to her eye. 19385|And then there 's sorrow in the moon, and in all its beams; 19385|Yet beauty its ray must envy; 19385|And when it shines so calm, and pure, and white, 19385|I think that angels are seen on its face. 19385|That angel is the moon, a silver shade of heaven-- 19385|A silver moon, and it comes to me to show 19385|A tender spot near me, where I may lay 19385|My own young wife by me, as 'twill do to-night, 19385|Her eyes are like two stars, her lips are as a rose, 19385|The love on which she looketh is the same 19385|That is her soul's true glimmer when night she seems to close. 19385 ======================================== SAMPLE 15400 ======================================== 35190|Clyde ouerne and hir bedd. 35190|A knyght, his son had hym begon . . . . 35190|Bryght knyght and a hode schyne 35190|Wede hym goth hym wode. 35190|He yode hym brayde his mynde f. 88a. 35190|and another is a dream.] 35190|Than seyd: a ffoules man, and ofte myght, 35190|To the kyng he wolde of a ffele 35190|Of a kynges word, the whiche he wolde. 35190|Than seyd: A ffetyle mylle he selynge 35190|All thy londes of hem that were nere ffre. 35190|The kyng made him take hede and werke, 35190|And made hym fforth, that he no tane 35190|He goth him a lytyng, and gan for to trete 35190|The word, and that he made hys ytell of chaunce; 35190|And toth kynge gan to fele and say: a 35190|a ffre. 35190|That is, the kyng, that is, the kyng, 35190|Bothe at prynce and at paroyne.] 35190|Of a ffree wyfe, my longe hode, 35190|With her ys he goth, and she goth a ffre, 35190|To gan to feyn and ffeald hys ytell. 35190|And seyd: This lady goth in dede: 35190|a ffre. 35190|That is, the kyng, that is, the kyng, 35190|The ffyght is won, the yle won is won, 35190|For sorow and for pypyte, 35190|The ffyght may seyn here of chaunce. 35190|a ffre. 35190|That is, the kyng, that is, the kyng, 35190|For he has togeder of a lodes. 35190|the lode.] 35190|On a ffre wych dedlyd ther was dede, 35190|This lady yode hys bowe 35190|Yt was neuer lostde with lesse care, 35190|Than she hys bowe hadde to schewe. 35190|Than ffor the lady was of ffre, 35190|Bothe eche of hem that were, 35190|For of hys dowhter was hys dede, 35190|As thogh sche hadde of hys dowhter died 35190|For his ffre womman of hys dede, 35190|And hys dede and hys dede ryot 35190|As thogh sche hadde of hys dede died 35190|For his ffre womman of hys dede. f. 88b. 35190|Lengteth to the kynges dowhter 35190|And loks his bacbener to hys bowe, 35190|To hys daughterne hem layde. 35190|a ffre.] 35190|This Lady has got her lyf in ryches 35190|And her knyghtode in werkes, 35190|And her knyghtode hath wedded 35190|His woman for to lyve al faire. 35190|To a wedded lady was sent 35190|The kynges dowhter ffor to gode. 35190|Thus was he governe of the world 35190|With his womman in grene groome. 35190|In heayn yonder wylde world 35190|That arne dayes and ben no lytell, 35190|The kynges daughter is now come 35190|To loke and lyen in hys soule ======================================== SAMPLE 15410 ======================================== 2732|But 'tis a long, long shot, 2732|That'll do for a book." 2732|I'm the man who writes "Love-in-Law" 2732|And the "Love that in Court" and "Come and Cook!" 2732|Yes, "Bella De Grace," 2732|And the "Beverly Hills, when it was Summer": 2732|My "Lazy Sunday"-Writer; 2732|My "Iris," 2732|In the shape of the sun, 2732|That I may paint "the Rose in Rosemary": 2732|If at the opera I wear my "Mirth-Tight-Weary Suit": 2732|The "Ruffles," 2732|In my "Sisters" 2732|And the same blue of their eyes: 2732|(Ah, they'd be so pretty, I've no fashion in show:) 2732|If, in my "Mixed-up School-gown," a lace "overclaude": 2732|There's the "Kiss-me-O-Laces," 2732|A-drifting 2732|About my "Bachelors" 2732|With their "gloomy stare": 2732|But I will not be gay, 2732|When the sun sinks low: 2732|So 'twas a sin for my dear, lady to go, "The Don't," 2732|O I am in earnest and I've put my task to bed, 2732|And I will not be a-gathering 2732|The mirth-motions here, 2732|For I'm very sure I should think I ought to be writing: 2732|I wrote the above the other day underneath a sheet, 2732|And now, when I sleep, I think I very much dread 2732|To see whether a thought of mine has gone round 2732|In the City Council (or, more likely still, 2732|In a paper of the Royal Family). 2732|For, if not, it sets me at liberty 2732|To join the rest of you with "Good Night" to Covent Garden!" 2732|How the others would rage! 2732|(But you mustn't-- 2732|'T will amuse me to know.) 2732|Well, it's time for me to shut up shop, so 2732|I'll go in this vein,-- 2732|I wrote a song the other day about a lady 2732|Who was the object of my fancy; 2732|She lived in an attic room 2732|Where the dead grew corn; 2732|Her children slept on her breast, 2732|While all her neighbors said 2732|That they'd never seen such a sight 2732|As they did forays each morn 2732|By the old cornrigg tilled; 2732|When the harvest was fairly done, 2732|And the crop on the tiller stood, 2732|The woman would often say, 2732|That she felt sad when she thought of those 2732|Who'd grow up like corn, 2732|And should be fed as a queen-- 2732|And the men in the parlor too. 2732|'T was a sweet sweet voice I hear, 2732|And a sweet sweet manner and manner's een 2732|Is how I'd sing her to Paradise 2732|With her young sons by her side as they play, 2732|With her fair daughters there as they pray. 2732|My sweet my Sweet-Ole-Land call, 2732|And all the rest are too slow to come; 2732|We've been a-hunting and we've been a-fishing 2732|For fifty year and didn't get this child! 2732|It was the first we caught in a barge, 2732|But then you put him on the boat, 2732|And I'm all for sending him 2732|To his childhood's land, 2732|It is the child of love and of friendship, 2732|For he's grown up like corn 2732|He's grown up like corn, 2732|And with the rest I like and like him, 2732|And I hope we shall do with him as we go! 2732|For I'm in earnest, and I've put my task to bed, 2732|I'll have no more talk of her, as some ======================================== SAMPLE 15420 ======================================== 1280|And I would never have him go! 1280|"And what makes this man an ass?" 1280|She began to cry--she had forgot-- 1280|The same old story,--And in the rain 1280|The little gulls were flying to and fro: 1280|She had forgotten, because 1280|She had been very much mistaken. 1280|And to be corrected seemed to thrill 1280|Her memory, as when 1280|You hear a child at night 1280|Who has been climbing up a tree: 1280|Her fingers felt her fingers clench, 1280|And then she saw the sun, 1280|And then she was in trouble again. 1280|As the world went on, and more and more-- 1280|And I was growing aware of the old 1280|Sudden forgetting of the things I said, 1280|And that I went and found it almost a year 1280|After we had grown so happy and pleased 1280|To be making a point that I was right, 1280|When I said that the boy had no right: 1280|And at that moment I remembered what 1280|I had thought about the mother--had thought 1280|Inevitable breaking of her heart 1280|Would make the boy her lover, and kill her, 1280|And so bring ruin on the world,--and the 1280|World should be the last of anything now. 1280|And then I had made it up. And, lo! 1280|I was right. I was right. 1280|I found myself at the very last, 1280|I looked the boy through, to see he was 1280|A man--his own son, so was I-- 1280|But it was a woman 1280|Who was his wife, and this was most absurd. 1280|I saw the thing was absurd. 1280|Oh, she was a woman, 1280|A woman of the worst. 1280|I had my doubts, and they grew. 1280|I left this woman, knowing, of course, 1280|That one should never be at peace, 1280|Or so satisfied, having lived 1280|So long a life in this strange land. 1280|I saw no man, being a man-- 1280|But I could tell my sister 1280|About a man,--so I told her I wanted to, 1280|And she was happy and said, in a way, 1280|If he was a good fellow, why, he would make 1280|A good fellow of us two, and make us happy. 1280|And the boy, for the rest of his life! 1280|And I knew that at last I had to do the thing, 1280|The thing I had been going to do 1280|Until I was made a man, 1280|Because I loved him more than life. 1280|I was not born to marry, and I knew 1280|That I was not going to be married, and 1280|That to have got married, I must go through 1280|My whole life over, and this was my reason 1280|To keep the story of my love a secret. 1280|And so I kept it that I was not quite married 1280|From my own sister that I loved, 1280|And kept it as I saw him, 1280|That I was a man, 1280|That the things I had done made him happy. 1280|But the other woman I had made wed, 1280|She thought it would be wrong for her to tell 1280|My love to another, in my heart of the night 1280|I had been so tired, and so afraid 1280|This might be the end of her, and so she saw 1280|I meant to have her be happy with me. 1280|I think she knew she was mad, 1280|But my thoughts took her from me, 1280|A man in love, I was a married woman, 1280|And this in my mind--I thought it all the time 1280|Was what she meant when I said that I preferred 1280|The love of another, and I said that I wished 1280|To be a husband no more. 1280|And so they had to part, 1280|But the other woman stood with me. 1280|I walked toward the woods without ======================================== SAMPLE 15430 ======================================== 1062|As some dark water, cold and cool, 1062|The waves have murmured through, 1062|So is it with my heart, and I am not afraid: 1062|Where, in the quiet of the noontide hour, 1062|When the sun and I are like one breath, 1062|And all the lovely green of the hill 1062|Breathes sweet, and the dew hangs chill, 1062|There does my spirit's emptiness lie 1062|Beneath the shadow of the trees. 1062|Where shall an Eden be 1062|Without these trees, these valleys, and these plains? 1062|These beeches, and these copses, 1062|These rocks, this river, and these skies? 1062|This river, by night, and by day, 1062|This hill, and this sky, this town, 1062|These rivers, and those sea-ways, and those skies, 1062|This earth, and this heaven; and not one of these a desert? 1062|O, for such God would have me think, 1062|That, in the quiet time of this June, 1062|Sometimes I have a word in reserve, 1062|An intention to say. 1062|I know not if the thing in view 1062|Be pleasing, or if it please, 1062|But, when the woods begin to sigh, 1062|And the wild winds begin to blow, 1062|Why, saying nought at all, but sighs, 1062|And then no more to say at all, 1062|I say the same by words, at least. 1062|Thus oft the summer time is used, 1062|In the long-scattered time of these 1062|Fair and pleasant days, to describe 1062|The quiet time of these. 1062|These long days, the quiet days, 1062|This summer day and that winter day, 1062|The pleasant hours of these. 1062|The night hours, like her wings, have words: 1062|And these are the calm, the quiet hours 1062|That lead me to my quiet dream, 1062|And my sweet quietude, of thee. 1062|There is a day and a night, 1062|That, like the spring's swift flight, 1062|Lingers in yonder sky; 1062|And there it is that I, 1062|Among the silent stars, 1062|Hear the whole night's starry call; 1062|And there, in the stilly room, 1062|Facing yon wavering light, 1062|Fulfilment my dreams declare. 1062|There I have peace of mind, 1062|But then is my life-long grief: 1062|The years roll on with their tide 1062|Of dark, unending care; 1062|I feel my soul grow old, 1062|And slowly decay; 1062|For, though my lips be mute, 1062|My heart is to know; 1062|And now I know (not to mock, 1062|Though hard to tell, but plain), 1062|'Tis but the word of the Lord, 1062|We are not what we were. 1062|We are not what we were: 1062|Still He, who fills our life, 1062|With life, our spirits gives; 1062|We are but chosen few 1062|Who, with his blessing, go. 1062|O Lord! to us has lied 1062|This worldly life so hard, 1062|Of its good or ill, say; 1062|O Lord! so that we must 1062|Suffer daily this; 1062|Since our Maker is a Spirit, let us do likewise! 1062|We are the chosen few 1062|Who, with his blessing, go. 1062|We are but chosen few 1062|Whom his blessing hath given: 1062|Let us win into that peace, do we, forsooth! 1062|And, while we do our duty, God, as we should have done! 1062|Behold, I pray, 1062|This my son's hand, this babes' hand, 1062|And feed them both with manna: 1062|Behold, I pray, and then behold 1062|This my brother's hand, this babes' ======================================== SAMPLE 15440 ======================================== 13650|Cried the fish to its mother fish: 13650|"I'm tired of the little wind-throat, boy! 13650|Why do you fret and cry so? 13650|Why do you fret and cry so? 13650|I'm glad I came, as my Mamma says, 13650|Because it's going to rain. 13650|"I've had my eye out already, as fast as I can, 13650|When the last cloud has gone; 13650|So there may be mud and clouds when I'm away, 13650|And the wind may be high. 13650|"The sky is clear, and the water's nice and cold," said he, 13650|"But the rain won't stop. 13650|It's getting dark, and the clouds are coming, lad, 13650|And I think I should like to run." 13650|Said he, "I don't care, if the water's cold, and the rain 13650|Comes never again." 13650|And he left us in peace, and the little wind-throat cried 13650|In the dark alone. 13650|"Oh, what fun! It's fun to play, isn't it, here, each day! 13650|When there's not a cloud in the sky, 13650|And the rain is never again. 13650|"But the rain won't stop, and the clouds will come again, 13650|And it's better than it used to be. 13650|It's good to have fun, though; and a little fun's good, lad; 13650|But it's never again." 13650|"And why do you think it's going to be any better, I wonder, 13650|When there's so little work to do, 13650|When there's not a cloud in the sky? 13650|You can always go and fetch water for the birds and the bees. 13650|If there aren't any clouds, why not use water again?" 13650|"It's pleasant," said he, "to have fun, but it isn't going to 13650|be much better, you know." 13650|So there was an end of a pretty "man" and his "man in the man"; 13650|And a little "womb" of a "son" and his "daughter"; 13650|And a child in a "child's" eyes, and a great, great "daughter"; 13650|And two little "dear" eyes and a "love's" eyes and a "love's," 13650|And a baby in a tiny bed; 13650|And a man's "work" "finished" by his "fellow," with a sigh, 13650|And a "shriek" from a "woman-fetus," 13650|And a "shriek" from the mouth of a "mans" wife; 13650|And the "man" in a fright, and the man in a fright cried: 13650|And the "fellow" in a fitful fit with a "loothewar" called, 13650|And a "shriek" from a "stiff-leg" and a "jingle" from the pate, 13650|And the baby in a fitful fit with a "coot," and a "nip," 13650|And a "laugh" from a "maiden-breast," and a "droning" from her shoe; 13650|And a man's "work" "done" by another man from a far, far away; 13650|And all these things, and a whole lot more, "were fun" to do; 13650|But I can't describe the "great joy" that is "fiddlin' 13650|out" to-day that the rain is beginning to rain!" 13650|And all the "little bits of rain" that are "fallin' " like sand. 13650|And the man with the "son's" eye, and the man with the "daughter's" eye, 13650|And the man with the "womb's" eye and the "maiden's" eye, 13650|And the little lady with the "lady's" eye and the little 13650|man with the "son's" and the "daughter's" and the little 13650|man with the "maiden's" and the littleman with the 13650|littledear's eye, and the littledear with the darndel ======================================== SAMPLE 15450 ======================================== 615|To bear the charge; they do not lack a guide. 615|Whence I that noble pair a course pursue, 615|Which, as it seemed, in this and other place 615|Did fit their steps to follow well, but well, 615|As far as they could be, from thence they took. 615|The lady's pair, their course from wood to grove, 615|In opposite directions, now essay; 615|And, by an outlet, now, now, now again; 615|But all their progress is by paths unknown, 615|As, after woe, the wretched souls are won. 615|To make the way to her, they go; but there 615|With them a bark the prudent damsel lay. 615|At anchor in the bay, the bark was lighted; 615|Her ship already had from the land; 615|And had the vessel stored and rigged and spent. 615|Here, while to sea the good ship made its way, 615|Away the other pair the vessel furled, 615|And left her in her moorings; whence they hight, 615|Within a few short hours, return their sway. 615|Aye, and nine other sailors (and at sea 615|More men than these) with many others more, 615|They make the reef, and, for the last review, 615|Take up their posts, while those on shore remain. 615|To be the first upon the coast of Spain" -- 615|"Aye, and so far forth, that I will not say 615|The last," (cried the duke), "if honour allow." 615|Hers, of these brave knights, and that other pair, 615|Who had so many of them, were marshalled on, 615|When they of their own hands had to the plain 615|Abandoned their good ship. But who is there, 615|Who hath command of that fair realm and old, 615|And by his valour has so far advanced 615|That he his foes may here with them engage? 615|Who the good faulchion, if he were the peer 615|Is in the fight, and has the favour to 615|The fight to have the charge? If not, the twain 615|Or ever he did against one contend. 615|-- They, that were foes, that never had before 615|Tried combat, now were rivals in a strife; 615|And when they turned one to the other's face 615|To combat to the death, the duke made plain, 615|That if a better knight had been to aid 615|His purpose, he himself would have become. 615|For he alone in that fell combat bred, 615|Nor that alone, but all the following three. 615|As the black steed by one the other bit, 615|Who, while its jaws the other round did wind, 615|Comes forth with sound of hoofs, and in its course 615|The other hinds among itself pursues; 615|So came the pair before the cavaliers, 615|Where their old feud by them was ended now; 615|To whom the duke, "The first course to pursue 615|Is that to bring to light the duke's and knight. 615|"But if as prince in peace some other woo, 615|Than him against all foes his name would quell. 615|Himself to conquer with this knight I swore, 615|And to his knight have proved their equal aid. 615|"But that I heremore in this combat fly, 615|And on the sea-shore or in the forest, 615|I deem not, to my sorrow, this our peer, 615|Since I have seen him in this conflict die; 615|"And that one of all the others he is, 615|(As mightiest deeds of valour be confessed), 615|And better were or worst than evermore, 615|I think I do not much prefer my own. 615|He, as a lord, is master in his art: 615|Thither he would have gone to this end, 615|Should he not rather leave the martial race 615|Of his good faulchion, or in combat face 615|The mighty champion. And, I think, so far 615|At ease would he have been, and at the war 615|To have resolved upon the strife, as best 615|He might of peace and truce have deemed the best. 615|"Besides, so good ======================================== SAMPLE 15460 ======================================== 1280|To-day, it will be good to have a quiet day and a quiet time 1280|with one's children; to-morrow it will be bad, and bad indeed 1280|to-day will be a good time. 1280|THERE are some things of which I hate to be told-- 1280|The way of a gun at sunset, the way of a woman 1280|with a soldier on her arm, and a woman singing, 1280|and a soldier coming to the door and waiting for the drink to be 1280|drained, 1280|The way of a girl with a soldier in a hurry with his arm in 1280|Your soldiers' manners are good enough, don't you know it? 1280|I could write as long as I wanted; I could write many years, 1280|and leave you with just the words, 1280|I would like to have you know that every moment you give 1280|me is a dream you will not wake. 1280|DO you love me, my dear? 1280|If you do, what boots it to be patient with me--if you 1280|will leave me all the hours 1280|Of sorrows and disappointments, of disappointments and 1280|sorrows, 1280|Pressing her cold hands to mine for the love that only 1280|she knows and loves? 1280|Can you keep out of my tears? 1280|You hold me fast, my dear. 1280|You have power to soothe my pain, 1280|And you can make me smile in any way you like. 1280|Do I love you, I ask you? 1280|I do, but not in vain. 1280|If your hands have pity on me, let your hands 1280|come nearer to my heart. 1280|Love and mercy will sweep you all 1280|together. 1280|The years of my woe 1280|Come like a wave from a sea-washed isle, 1280|Rising in my dark room. 1280|I am in the midst of them now--of them all, 1280|and I hold them in my hand. 1280|My pain is like a rose-leaf, 1280|Made invisible, but cherished. 1280|I am made beautiful by having you 1280|with me. 1280|It is the life to have you is like a flame 1280|Burning in a place where I cannot see it. 1280|It is the life to have you. 1280|THEY are walking down a street, 1280|A long, long street, 1280|That leads to the great city of life, 1280|And to the great love. 1280|They pass an open field, 1280|A field of corn; 1280|The wind goes up and the wind falls back 1280|With the corn in the ground. 1280|They come upon a man 1280|With plumes that ripple and plumes that swirl; 1280|They come upon a young-faced girl 1280|Standing beside a river of bloom. 1280|They stand before a great church, 1280|Upon a long, long aisle, 1280|And in front is a statue of Christ 1280|On a white breast and a white throat. 1280|They go into the church, 1280|And they look on a great white face, 1280|And they say, "Is this Christ yet?"-- 1280|"It is the great white face 1280|As it was yesterday, 1280|But now it is this face 1280|That is loved and feared, 1280|For it is not Christ today 1280|But Christ the great hero tomorrow." 1280|THEY are standing on the pier 1280|In Plymouth at noon, 1280|To see what the sea would do 1280|If the ships went home. 1280|And all the time the sea is going 1280|Over the leaves, 1280|And all the time the leaves go flying 1280|In the sky, and the sea, 1280|And all the time the sea is going 1280|Over the ships. 1280|And the sea looks out on the ships 1280|With a great big eye, 1280|And the sky looks out on the ships 1280|With a sky-blue brow. 1280|There is little it can do ======================================== SAMPLE 15470 ======================================== 1279|And in the mare, and down the moor, 1279|With a dozen hoofs in hame; 1279|Though I shou'd soon be a horse, I mind, 1279|An' stented my heart away, 1279|If nae laddie gi' me his hoggie, 1279|Wi' a spunk like William 's o' the Lammie, 1279|'Twas a' that made me the fause to grian, 1279|I heard, right across the Tweed, 1279|'At thou art sae sair unjust, 1279|Or, thy gude name maun still be 1279|A curse, a name profane.' 1279|'Whoe'er thou art,' replies auld Cloots, 1279|We 'll talk of this the sicht of gaurs, 1279|Then comes this worthy, noble Earl, 1279|To speak his mind on some cause; 1279|Then with his right hand clangs his bow, 1279|And sez, 'I thocht auld guid luck, 1279|Aye, aye did thocht auld guid luck! 1279|But thy heart is a curse to me, 1279|I've no like o' heartlike fellows, 1279|Nor a' my kind o' maist heart. 1279|Tho' thou hadst a' my heart, thou couldstna, 1279|As sure as two are one, belong. 1279|I wish thy heart was ane o' the lea, 1279|For I could na gie my lane to thee.' 1279|And I wish thae days o' life were gane, 1279|And my lane to keep a ladie; 1279|But aye as clangs the bow'r my barley 1279|I wish thee ne'er wi'it gowd; 1279|Lest thou lose a' thy heart's-elf for thee, 1279|And ne'er hope to gie it to me. 1279|The bard has here a specimen o' a 1279|most ingenious scheme, 1279|to make a beggar's song a gentleman's lay, 1279|and we sing his verses, 1279|Lang syne, when we were mean to ride. 1279|"Lang syne when we were mean to ride. 1279|When we were mean to ride, and drink gude ale, 1279|And sing gude songs a bit, 1279|'Lang syne when we were mean to ride. 1279|Lang syne down by the sea, 1279|We saw a man go doun; 1279|The wind blew quite as we maun, 1279|We thought it fauldy cheery, 1279|But presently it sune is gone, 1279|The wind's gane quite as we maun. 1279|The wind's gane quite as we maun, 1279|As the wind sune blew, sune blew. 1279|We thought it fauldy cheery, 1279|When it wasna fauld, fauld, fauld. 1279|We thought it fauldy cheery, 1279|Tho' it wasna fauld, fauld, fauld. 1279|Oh, the hills o' Weepkirk are a' 1279|Afffy their knooks wi' dancin' glee; 1279|And there's waur folks wha bide in the glee, 1279|And bide in the glee wi' me. 1279|There's waur folks wha bide in the glee, 1279|And we'll bide in the glee wi' thee. 1279|There 's waur folks wha bide in the glee, 1279|And we'll bide in the glee wi' me. 1279|TUNE--"Loud wi' my daddie's voice." 1279|Ye bonnie lasses, &c." 1279|The carle was a true chiel, 1279|It 's a' for Scotland; 1279|We 'll be friends and quandaries, 1279|Wi' him that loves me. 1279|In yon wide, dun glen, 1279|A man, or _alleg ======================================== SAMPLE 15480 ======================================== 19385|I am as blest as maiden, 19385|Whose father is the heather; 19385|The heather is my dreary, 19385|My fatherless auld aneath! 19385|I am as blest as maiden, 19385|Whose father is the heather! 19385|My father was an honest, 19385|Lowland farmer's son of auld or young-- 19385|He couldna gang hame to the cot-folk 19385|And woo their love o' womanhood. 19385|I hae heard that he clo'es in the glen 19385|From early morn to gloamin'-- 19385|An' ayean in his duddle-time, by the briery moorlands, 19385|He taks a dacent walk wi' me. 19385|I hae heard that auld tongue was sae sweet, 19385|In the manors o' auld Limerick; 19385|But now that I hae heard the language o' the glen-heath, 19385|Baith wild and dun, I hope, I hope! 19385|I hae heard that ony glen-lover 19385|Sair shyly by at e'en's flare, 19385|That auld tongue ere lang could he tell, 19385|Was waur than he can speak. 19385|I hae heard that when he hapens on the braes 19385|He drapes the bonnet i' the ewe-- 19385|But now that I hae heard the language o' the glen-heath, 19385|I shooope for auld tongue at last. 19385|O lang-joggin Earl! wi' thy bonny locks o' ruddy hue, 19385|Thy looks o' sportin' o' young brides! 19385|I bade frae thy gates to bid a friendly farewell, 19385|And nae words had to say. 19385|I am the dule on thy bonny face 19385|O' the pride o' my bonnie race! 19385|My bonnie bonnie bonnie mither! 19385|The dule on thy bonny face! 19385|The pride o' my bonny bonnie race! 19385|I hae no mair, my dear, I hae no mair, 19385|It 's dud frae my ain countrie; 19385|But, oh! I 'll mak a just wager, 19385|And winna leave my ain countrie. 19385|I 'll mak the lads in yon town, 19385|Wi' the lang-gestrife and muckle sang; 19385|I 'll mak the lang-gestrife and muckle sang, 19385|Of my ain countrie! 19385|I 'll mak some mony, mae, 19385|Wi' the siller and the theil, 19385|And I will make them gaun a twinkling by kin' 19385|I 'll make them gaun a twinking by kin' 19385|And I 'll gang for the Kirk to ye to see, 19385|I 'll gang for my ain countrie! 19385|Oh, there 's the countrie of men, 19385|Where bonnets are on the plain, 19385|Where dew-drops are as bright on the hillside 19385|As on the sea! 19385|Oh, there 's the countrie of men, 19385|Where bonnets are on the plain, 19385|Where dew-drops are as bright on the hillside 19385|As on the sea! 19385|And bonnie Molly o' the Cree' lodges, 19385|Is the flower o' our clan; 19385|And bonnie Molly o' the Cree' lodges, 19385|The flower o' our clan. 19385|And the bonnie brown bird he sings us an' we hear him, 19385|The bonnie black bird of his clan 19385|Sings to the blythe stars above our cabins, 19385|And we hear him, the bonnie black bird o' his clan. 19385|And he taulds upon his childhood 19385|A folk that wad hae him stan' 19385 ======================================== SAMPLE 15490 ======================================== 8187|While the heart, with a passion that has not yet left, 8187|Leans forward and sings the sweet, happy strain, 8187|Which the soul of the poet, that cannot forget, 8187|Would like to be wreathing o'er the soul of his book; 8187|And, as round the brow the rosy blush is flung 8187|Of its first fruit, to the cheek it invites 8187|Its warm, warm shower while it doth tell how it 8187|Hath blushing hung 'twixt the flower and the flower. 8187|And thus 'tis the young and the old have the bliss 8187|Of the meeting, the friendship, and the rapture; 8187|And the youth and the youth's heart, at the coming, greet 8187|With such smile as could tempt the most sedate queen 8187|Of these realms of the Spirit, with all her charms, 8187|And a glow that shall never depart from her eyes! 8187|Yet we who have lived and loved while it befell 8187|In those joyous moments, and in full many a dream, 8187|When the soul was as light as a bud in the Spring, 8187|And life felt as rapturous and happy as fair-- 8187|We should feel it to our sorrow is now o'ercast 8187|By one word out of many, which we hear intone, 8187|How the love has vanished from the young and the old! 8187|And they say, in his latest Song of Death, 8187|Wake from his sleep, Death wakes in our dreams; 8187|And from the shadows we watch his awful forms 8187|In the place where they all before him slept, 8187|Where, each in his own light, in his own hour, 8187|Ascending, descending, they all must rise and be 8187|Amid the light and the breath of the West. 8187|And oft when 'tis sung among the slumbering hours, 8187|In deep-laid whispers, at times, the spirit-breath, 8187|Which, as sleep in its cold sleep is wakened all round, 8187|To the world's strife goes wakening, then trembles 8187|Like the wild echoes when Death comes and strikes again. 8187|How can it be, that, in the hearts of youth, 8187|Which now, with the first first thoughts of a world, 8187|From the first thought, with its echo, falls deep, 8187|And, when Death comes, makes us say, "Come back, come back"?-- 8187|That no man who's loved and has not gone 8187|Down the valley, over the firth, 8187|To drink the sunshine, and go free; 8187|Nor all, o'er the hill-side, to lie 8187|In the cool shade by a spring where flowers 8187|Ran fragrant under sunniest bowers; 8187|And all, without even a fear of Death, 8187|On a world which Death at all events could kill, 8187|Should make love to the grave and live for ever! 8187|"_For all things that are, and that be fickle_," 8187|"_No evil thing dwells within the mind_;" 8187|These are the accents which I hear, 8187|From the silent tomb at the end 8187|Of my journey; and I cannot but think, 8187|When Death comes to woo me in those notes, 8187|'Tis to call out with him to come eat 8187|On the grass and lie by a brook, 8187|The friend, who so much missés my side-- 8187|And this is Life and all its delights! 8187|Thus did I leave you, my youth once more, 8187|By that soft stream, that, half hidden here, 8187|Was seen by so many, for many miles; 8187|And then, in that same still spot, I knew, 8187|Where now I am lying, I but knew, 8187|As we walk, each, by the side of the stream, 8187|As we used to talk together so often, 8187|Of past days, and each one's future lot, 8187|Of all which a life might have brought--how different! 8187|Now what I can tell you must surely ======================================== SAMPLE 15500 ======================================== 17393|You might say I do not know what to do with it, 17393|Besides--the way it comes in--but I'll be careful. 17393|You see? That's what I mean. 17393|You know our little poet, 17393|So much we called him, not his name but his. 17393|We brought him home with us, and carried him 17393|And made him what he was so long a day-- 17393|Not the great life that the world was dreaming 17393|Of a hero, singing his very name, 17393|Whom we would have perished to embrace-- 17393|But a hero, only; and he sang (and _didn't_), 17393|The very song that we loved, and that's the way. 17393|You see that's his name, 17393|You see his poem--did he ever call you "Little" 17393|For his sake, or--(which was the same thing) "Merry"? 17393|Nothin'--at all; but _something_ in the background 17393|Is known as a Folio, and, by Jove, 'tis mine! 17393|Now, all the while, as I can draw a little-- 17393|(Besides I got it, and I think I could if I'd the brain to); 17393|I'm as keen to be the hero of his verse 17393|As I was his and the man himself was keen; 17393|And, if I'm not quite a hero myself, and, by God's grace, 17393|I'm not a "master of the heroic sort of verse," 17393|I'm rather put out of my little humor, and so, 17393|When the Folio is in, I'm on the same level-- 17393|'N' when the Folio's out, it's "Sixty-six, and two weeks later"!' 17393|But that's another matter--somehow, somewhere, I know 'ee, 17393|I've a new opportunity to show you. 17393|Now, once, once--for my little lover (why, even now, 17393|His eyes are wet, and his face is pale, and he stares 17393|So earnestly, and wonders if he _can_ understand: 17393|And oh, he's the one who'd understand); 17393|It's a man's life that's going, and he seems to know just how! 17393|And he'd be the first to attest, as he clings to his hope 17393|That something of himself is a-wobbling out there, 17393|That he'd be the first to come, but he's not, now and then, 17393|To the last glance of the looker-on. 17393|So, that's the chance I wanted! _This life_ (he said in a sob), 17393|Is one, or a whole, or a part of my lover's life! 17393|Well! 'Twas a poem, and I tried on _that_, but couldn't, 17393|And the rest's a jumble of words and a rhyme and nonsense. 17393|Ah, the fool that reads! and the fool that understands! [_Aside._ 17393|But he's _now_ a hero, and the man has won his battle's star! 17393|There was a poet once, and he lived in a town 17393|Where the red-hot weather caught the glittering towers 17393|Of the cathedral in the shining blue. 17393|"No"--his face was like a poppy; but he poured his will 17393|For the people all, and gave some to the poor; 17393|For the poor and wealthy there were no more foes 17393|Except the people who thought the city wrong. 17393|No matter how much he sang of the great, the true, 17393|Or how much of their toils and woes and joys, he could not 17393|Win the will, nor build it, though to start it anew 17393|With new steel pillars and a pure black-and-white sky, 17393|Was no waste of time, nor a poor return 17393|For what the cathedral had asked. 17393|The city wanted this, not he; 17393|And his song was a protest, not a call, 17393|A prayer meant neither to God nor man: 17393|"We ======================================== SAMPLE 15510 ======================================== 1304|Where'er I roam; 1304|The stars are shining here; 1304|I do confess, 1304|I do confess, 1304|I do confess, 1304|I do confess, 1304|I do confess, 1304|I do confess. 1304|The dew is clinging to thy locks, &c. 1304|Oh, my love, how cold thou art! 1304|How pale and wan, 1304|How faint for being denied 1304|Thy heart's beloved guest! 1304|Yet mayest thou live for me 1304|A little longer; 1304|I care not if thou die 1304|Ere I forget thee. 1304|The stars of heaven still gleam; 1304|But far above, 1304|Their pale lumens wander; 1304|For one poor heart 1304|They scatter wide. 1304|Yet may their light be bright 1304|Unto every one; 1304|For him or her 1304|The heavens fill, 1304|Or him, the heavens keep. 1304|Though all the stars are set, 1304|If hearts but shine, 1304|And hope, and faith 1304|And sweetest love 1304|Alone redeeme 1304|Thy captives long: 1304|There 's many a shining one, 1304|From far or near, 1304|To set his fire 1304|Within thy frame. 1304|The stars have shone above thee, 1304|That star of thine, 1304|And loved thee well, and gav thee 1304|Good succours ere. 1304|But now thy light has died, 1304|For their sweet beams 1304|No longer sweet their beams 1304|But sad, and cold; 1304|No longer bright thy face 1304|Of heavenly beams; 1304|For they are dimm'd, 1304|Even the brightest ones, alas! 1304|By those who shine. 1304|My heart will be like the dew, 1304|My blood like to the stars, 1304|My breath like the summer air 1304|My thoughts like to the flowers, 1304|My life like the earth to man, 1304|And like to death, 1304|All sweet together: 1304|Thus will I live my days 1304|Death never com: 1304|Thus will I die my days, 1304|And Death, beloved Death! 1304|I am in the grave, I have lived, I have felt, I know: 1304|And all my thoughts are buried in earth, and made fast in air. 1304|I have been a man, I have been a young man, yet not the same, 1304|I have been a woman, I have been a maid, yet not the same, 1304|I have been the lover's rival, and the rival of my heart; 1304|I have been a slave, I have been a priest, yet not the same, 1304|I have been a worshiper, and what I have done, or dared to do, 1304|Is the thing I hate, and what I hate, the thing I hate alone. 1304|I have beheld in the grave the soul, the soul of my youth, 1304|I have heard in the grave the voice of my manhood and hope, 1304|Now I look on the man in the grave, but what is he? He bleeds. 1304|And all for the pride of my youth that could not live again; 1304|And all for the faith that I held that could not be denied, 1304|And all for the faith that I held, and knew that I held; 1304|I have set my foot on his life: and what do I? He dies. 1304|And all for the light of my hopes that had such a blaze for a flame. 1304|He walked on the heights and was crushed; and I thought it was fun. 1304|I have been a man; I have been a young man. Yet not the same. 1304|I was the thing I sought, the thing I followed, the thing I loved, 1304|Yet I was the thing I feared, the thing I hated, the thing I hated; 1304|I have been a slave. I have been a priest. Yet not the same; ======================================== SAMPLE 15520 ======================================== 937|And a little one 937|Telling what we all should be 937|To the world, if ever, 937|So if I could tell, 937|You would hear, 937|And that little little voice is yours. 937|The earth is not all barren, 937|Our hearts grow old away, 937|The years go by with not a joy 937|In every heart of them. 937|The earth is not all barren, 937|The hearts grow strong, and new. 937|Our hearts will not deny 937|The hope that they must share 937|With life they know so well, in this fair world so fair. 937|How much of life is ours, each on each, 937|Before we seek mortality! 937|The earth is not all barren, 937|The heart in us grows old, and old; 937|The heart, like the heart of the blue-bird, sings in vain 937|When the wings are gone of the sun. 937|The earth is not all barren, 937|And our lives go on to build; 937|Our hearts beat high when the world grows old, 937|And hearts go out when the dawn is dim. 937|The earth is not all barren, 937|We can hold no more the old, 937|And from old ages the old ages we must pass; 937|And not a man shall be left, 937|But like a flower that is plucked and buried -- "Let them be." 937|How little the world meant for me. 937|The little things the great world put in, 937|The little hearts that were broken, 937|The little hopes that were dashed and hid, 937|The little hopes that in fear were told, 937|The little hopes to which the great world gave -- 937|How little the world meant for me. 937|And the old earth felt the weight in him 937|That was hers, in a time when none were near, 937|And cried to those that she knew and cared for, 937|And all the world was there to answer her. 937|And then the sun went out and the stars went out 937|And the stars did not hear the calling; 937|And the world -- no more -- did not answer the cry; 937|But still the sun went out and the stars went out. 937|The earth is not all barren." 937|But in the heart of the old earth we hear her call, 937|The little voice that has lived all her years. 937|The old earth cried when the stars were parted, 937|And every day her cry she speaks. 937|I am glad that I was made. I will make my peace 937|With all things that you have given by a secret place; 937|I will be true to you in my years, and give in all. 937|And I have no thoughts, to stir a heart to sorrow, 937|Not for my own self, but for our children. 937|I go to my grave as a man who was old, 937|And my face is in the grave of a little child. 937|The grave of the little one is in a nest, 937|The grave of the little one is in a bed; 937|O God above! let this child that is sitting 937|By her mother's grave be a mother to me! 937|"Who was it played with me so sweetly?" 937|"No child ever was so dear to me 937|But sometimes I could tell why, 937|By his bright eyes, 937|He had suffered wrong, 937|Being made so small and strange." 937|"Who was it played with you so freely?" 937|"I play with him so freely, 937|He will play with us no more; 937|But if I play not with him, 937|He will see my heart-ears bleed." 937|"Who will carry me where?" 937|"I would be carried by the Spirit." 937|"Who was it kiss'd you so kindly?" 937|"No child is so dear to me 937|That he is free to move about 937|And kiss me as I go along 937|With ======================================== SAMPLE 15530 ======================================== 1469|Searched the fields all desolate, 1469|Ran the forest as he told: 1469|Ran for many a league and less, 1469|Last in all that he had watched and hoped 1469|To meet the old beloved: 1469|Lifted his eyes at last: they 1469|Fell undimmed, and a sweet smile 1469|Peered her cheek as his soul did not know 1469|But he knew it was she. 1469|Through the old-fashioned doors they passed 1469|In a quiet, pleasant room, 1469|Where an oaken portal's bar 1469|Seemed to bear the house up; 1469|And they stood before her throne 1469|Where the last door parted, grim, 1469|Old, familiar, and desolate, 1469|As in yesterday's grief. 1469|And, while he sate, his heart 1469|Seized for her white lips kissed 1469|And her white round face, all young, 1469|Slept, not in terror or woe. 1469|And the tears did fall, as he heard 1469|Her heart's great soul call: 1469|"O my love, O love, for God's sake, 1469|Leave me not in this night!" 1469|All unbidden, he heard 1469|The ancient hinges groan: 1469|"O my love, O love, I thank 1469|The Father that I hear 1469|The old footsteps coming up the stair; 1469|I thank Thee for the sweet breath of this night, 1469|For my heart's white star of light!" 1469|Then the doors opened softly, 1469|And he saw the old gentleman 1469|Pass by with mild and flattering smile, 1469|Filling his old gray eyes with light, 1469|And with thanks, and with love. 1469|Then he raised high his glass; 1469|"I do beseech," he said, 1469|"That thou wouldst come to my child so fair, 1469|And kiss her lips and little feet, 1469|And take from her thy heart's delight, 1469|And let not any a whit 1469|Dare to interpose between 1469|The great love in her small one heart, 1469|Which would still be loved and still 1469|With constant beatings of the same 1469|Joy-bells all day, and all night 1469|Rubbing them upon the same." 1469|And the young maid smiled; 1469|And softly, softly, from a corner 1469|Came the whispering of great things, 1469|And they touched his father's words, 1469|Which in his heart he bore as true, 1469|As the winds in the tall trees, 1469|And his own heart evermore 1469|Heard, with the voice of his own child. 1469|Then the door was opened wide; 1469|And the old father went before 1469|Straight to the daughter, sweet and fair, 1469|With a smile on her lips all day. 1469|Then with a gentle touch 1469|He touched her hand, and she replied 1469|With that same, voice that would be proud, 1469|Which she had heard the night before 1469|From the child's young, sweet lips. 1469|When the sun goes up and the nightingale sings, 1469|And wild birds a-singing in a disused tree - 1469|I sit within a garden old and grey, 1469|Whence I 've heard that story oft and oft. 1469|How the young Rose, that we hailed as Queen, 1469|In the pride of all that is fair was laid. 1469|How the young Queen, that soon must go, 1469|To the far East must make her homeward way; - 1469|I sit here in the twilight dim, 1469|And make my merry singing. 1469|How oft in that old garden we had met, 1469|And each said, in our hearts, how fair she was! 1469|How we had sat in the shadows long, 1469|We knew not until the moon rose free, 1469|With them to greet her coming, all alone. 1469|And each said, as we watched the moon's ======================================== SAMPLE 15540 ======================================== 24869|And all the Vánars’ noble offspring. 24869|The mighty host of giant race, 24869|By Indra led, in battle grew, 24869|By Lord Bharat led their legions, 24869|And all the hosts of Vánar race 24869|In mighty array came thronging. 24869|In all the ranks, by Rávaṇ led, 24869|The mighty giant legions lay, 24869|And every vulture in the rout 24869|Shouting with wings uprisen. 24869|Then, in his awful dread to die, 24869|To Daśaratha thus he spake: 24869|“The Rákshas host and my own, 24869|To me, a faithful friend, belong. 24869|I in the fight thy orders hear, 24869|And to thee I give them up.” 24869|The king with joy his answer won 24869|Of that truthful speech and brave: 24869|And thus again the hero said: 24869|“Come, Bharat, to thy sire attend.” 24869|Bharat, the sonless, with his eyes 24869|Veiling his tears, arose 24869|And from his royal host addressed, 24869|And, all the sons of Raghu gathered, 24869|To Ráma thus his speech addressed: 24869|“O King, the hosts of giant kind 24869|Who round the forest roam, 24869|As we these Vánars fight, 24869|In this right hand my cause defend— 24869|No Vánar dared this deed assail. 24869|I, champion high in virtue’s line, 24869|A lofty soul, and princely frame, 24869|Was borne unharmed from fight, nor slain 24869|By sword or spear that pierced him through. 24869|The fight, I ween, was fought with means 24869|By Ráma, for his brother’s sake. 24869|The hero Raghu’s son has sought 24869|Obedience to earn.” 24869|With reverent acts and mien austere, 24869|As Indra’s promise seemed fulfilled, 24869|To Ráma thus his answer made, 24869|Of mighty strength in battle bent: 24869|“O Rákshas lord, thy brother still, 24869|My mother, with whom now thou standest, 24869|To Rávaṇ’s might in fight I bend: 24869|Hither of yore a glorious day 24869|His arm a captive took and broke.” 24869|His brother to the woods was doomed, 24869|Obedient to the king he bent: 24869|The hero’s power, with warrior care 24869|Had smitten him and saved him yet. 24869|Then Ráma ceased: the monarch heard, 24869|And thus with modest mildness spoke: 24869|“King of the giants, all the power 24869|Which, kinglike, thou hast in thy hand, 24869|And mighty friends, I fain would own: 24869|With him the wretch on whom I look, 24869|Vibhishaṇ and the princely pair. 24869|For other names I ne’er would bring, 24869|But all in me is eager speed, 24869|For this, my father’s son, I frame 24869|The name by which I hold him dear.” 24869|Thus Rávaṇ spake, whom Daśaratha viewed 24869|With scorn and derision, and in mockery grinned: 24869|Then in the hall of Rávaṇ bent, 24869|He turned and with his eye each on each hied: 24869|“Go, Raghu’s son, go forth to fight 24869|And slay my Vánar foes and foes! 24869|For the great foe, I ween, I know, 24869|I am his master: for his sake 24869|My son has borne, and made a spoil 24869|Of this fair wood on the mountain side.” 24869|Lord of a mighty host he stood 24869|Like Indra as he hailed the foe, 24869|And as he turned him to ======================================== SAMPLE 15550 ======================================== 4010|To him I owed so true a debt, 4010|Nor knew his loss a thing amiss, 4010|Though death should part him from a friend: 4010|And had he lived in happier days, 4010|His friend--his hero--could have told 4010|How he had bled for me, yet free, 4010|Though in this world I toil alone! 4010|I would, Sir, the story learnt thee, 4010|Whose father and his sire were one, 4010|And both, when early faced the morn, 4010|Had slain one another with a spear! 4010|The story learned thou may'st thyself 4010|When thou, Sir, with me shall go, 4010|And by my side unbroken rest 4010|Confronted fate, and life, and death. 4010|And thou dost love me, Sir, true-- 4010|How may this blessing come alway 4010|To souls of men who can't well tell? 4010|Thy heart is warm and strong; 4010|And I the fault would chide, 4010|If 'twere my heart that ever found 4010|This world too hard for me. 4010|Away, then, and, Lord, aloft, 4010|Thou'lt give the life we boast: 4010|Thy heart shall be a rock 4010|Beneath our mountain-bed, 4010|Where the lone winds break through, 4010|And in their unrest 4010|Hang the long lines of cloud. 4010|Away, then--away, 4010|With thy golden hair unbound, 4010|And thy brow of Scottish snow - 4010|Thou canst be dear--'tis true, 4010|As the world doth now; 4010|And the man whose heart is broke, 4010|Who never will receive 4010|A thought of that by day 4010|Or a hope through the dark, 4010|As it seems to thee, 4010|Will be happy and true 4010|And all for ever alone!" 4010|Away, then, my life and limb! 4010|Nor e'er for joy be mine, 4010|If for a day's sweet delight 4010|Thou'lt look on earth and sun 4010|And not on heaven! 4010|We know what ails thee, fair child, 4010|But cannot tell, 4010|Wherefore thou so hast, 4010|Unless upon life's thorny way, 4010|Thou know'st this grace, 4010|This love, which, when it bends in thee, 4010|The spirit's power, 4010|Makes every heart to love thee more, 4010|Nor ever grows old while we love... 4010|I do not know; 4010|Nor did the angel's lips, 4010|If such their love be, 4010|Give a promise so divine 4010|As thy good-morrow knows; 4010|O, speak not to me of love, 4010|That is not here; 4010|'Tis the heart, 'tis Heaven's best gift, 4010|'Tis all the charm of love in earth; 4010|And love is love, without guile, 4010|And God is love, the all-controlling source 4010|Of all that's good and fair in human lot. 4010|But, though thou see no angel now, 4010|But, like a godfall's blighted bloom, 4010|Dost know each sorrow, good and ill, 4010|As the sad heart does of a God; 4010|And though no prayer of thine can move 4010|To pity, be this as we dare 4010|To think--that thou hast seen, 4010|As once thou saw'st us two, 4010|Some cause of awe in pity's eye. 4010|All earthly power of man's decrees 4010|And pomp and majesty o'erthrown, 4010|Though but of earth, is earth, when God's more near. 4010|For me, I love to linger where 4010|The lank night-wind, as it bends around, 4010|Beguiles the shaggy cliffs, and broods 4010|With spectral love ======================================== SAMPLE 15560 ======================================== 1855|For a moment I had wished 1855|It might last, 1855|And that, 'twixt the soul's desire 1855|And a mortal man's, 1855|One soul were in heaven, 1855|One grave in hell! [_Awakening, opening their eyes to the sight of 1855|Gone is Sophy, 1855|Gone her soul from earth, 1855|Gone her heart from her soul! 1855|No more the songs of Sophy 1855|From the night-air swoon; 1855|No more may words of Sophy 1855|Tremble on lips that weary 1855|For the moon-rise. 1855|But I know, since she has left us, 1855|That the souls of Sophy 1855|Stay in heaven above us; 1855|Still as in life they linger 1855|On the wings of angels 1855|Still as in death they languish, 1855|Still as angels do. 1855|Sophy has come again: 1855|Come to her, O Lord, 1855|Lift the wan lips of Sophy, 1855|Bring Thy rose-embroidered vestment, 1855|Make her eyes more beautiful, 1855|Make her lips more beautiful, 1855|That the soul of Sophy 1855|Hang on them in heaven. 1855|Grave it there the stars shall shine 1855|Through the mist that round it spreads; 1855|Grave it the blue light and shadow, 1855|For our hearts that wait thee night and morning; 1855|That the soul o'er graves of friends may lean 1855|Aware of others' hands that have been kind, 1855|And the hearts that have been loved of old 1855|Hush, for thou art come again! 1855|Mingle thy hair, if thou wilt, 1855|With the locks of angels grey; 1855|Take on thee Thy great angelry, 1855|To bind up love's broken necklace, 1855|And be, O my Sophy, near! 1855|Here, and elsewhere, in all the lands, of our poor house, 1855|Where are all the songs and all the stories fair of old? 1855|All forgotten, all departing, all from our sight; 1855|And we ask, with a longing, a longing too for the while, 1855|That they, the tender ones, might sing still to us and us 1855|Beacons for the soul of Sophy, 1855|Bright to us in all her wanderings, 1855|Beacons of joy from the light of her eyes, 1855|And beacons of warning from the light of her lips, 1855|And beacons of love for all mankind everywhere, 1855|As the gentle song of a gentle bird is for the heart of the wise. 1855|Come, with thy Sannyas and thy mantras of hymns, 1855|Songs of the Holy Ghost, that were sung of old 1855|When the holy fathers sang 1855|To her from her chamber of the stars, 1855|Songs of the Holy Ghost, 1855|When she from her throne in heaven, 1855|And her throne in heaven, 1855|Sang as she heard the Angels sing, 1855|The Song Divine 1855|To the Holy Virgin Mary sent 1855|In her presence from her father's throne, 1855|"Come, with thy Sannyas and thy mantras of hymns, 1855|Hymns of the Holy Ghost, that were sung 1855|When the wise men of Paradise sang, 1855|When of old the blessed Mother sang, 1855|Songs of the Holy Ghost, 1855|When she from her throne in heaven, 1855|And her throne in heaven, 1855|Sang as she heard the angels sing, 1855|The Song Divine 1855|To the sacred spirit of the saints; 1855|Thy sombre songs shall pass away! 1855|The water-bright, unbroken line 1855|Of the golden sun shall pass away; 1855|The sea shall cease to roar and fret, 1855|Shall melt and be at rest, 1855|Shall be a calm and gentle sea, 1855| ======================================== SAMPLE 15570 ======================================== 35402|And now I see a song 35402|With voice that I used to know 35402|In the sweet time of my singing. 35402|That old song as it sings 35402|Like some one who lives again, 35402|But my heart used to sing to it. 35402|I saw the long train pass 35402|On the hill and the field and the river, 35402|The lights of the town lay long and low; 35402|I saw the grey river pass; 35402|I saw the stars that leap on the sky 35402|And the white hands of heaven. 35402|I saw two eyes and two lips of love, 35402|Two eyes that held and I, 35402|Two hands that held and made me more fair, 35402|Two sweet lips to kiss for an hour. 35402|And I turned and went in the house that's out there, 35402|And kissed the white walls and the wooden floors, 35402|And the door that's shut against the wind 35402|And the doors that are bolted on all those hinges. 35402|Then I said to the little man beside, 35402|I said, "It is good you are come back; 35402|Here is bread and vinegar. Now, tell me, tell, 35402|Who are you, and where are you going?" 35402|The little man said in his hollow tongue, 35402|"I am going to be a man. 35402|"And you shall be the Queen of the country round. 35402|And the river of blood shall be your wine. 35402|And when you go over hill and hollow, 35402|And when you go over field and lea, 35402|"And when I have told you all the story, 35402|It will take you very long to know it." 35402|So it was long ago; and men say it was, 35402|So the eyes and the mouth, the eyes and mouth, 35402|The long train and the bridge, the long train and the river, 35402|The long train and the river, and the river; 35402|And the little man still says it. It will take him a long time 35402|To tell the story of the long train and river, 35402|The long train and the bridge, the long train and the river, 35402|The long train and the river, and the river, and the river. 35402|They have brought me bread and wine; and yet now I am glad, 35402|I who am glad, even as if the great sun shone on me. 35402|Now I lie beneath the trees in the garden, 35402|And let the rain fall through the branches of the tree. 35402|I feel the grasshoppers buzzing below me; 35402|They change their tune in the change of the breeze, 35402|They change the rhythm that comes to their nest; 35402|And now a little voice that is music to me, 35402|Policemen are running about the city; 35402|They have brought me bread and wine and my song is done. 35402|It will now have done. It had grown like a wine 35402|Upon my lips since the first time that I sang; 35402|And still my throat was dry and yet I could drink 35402|As if no band was ever tuned upon me. 35402|I see the great town's doors and gates and towers, 35402|And see the white house upon the hilltop. 35402|I leave the old church and go with the others. 35402|And down I sit with children in the cold; 35402|They laugh and sing and whistle and make noise, 35402|As though some great bird had gone away. 35402|And at night I cry for the child that was born: 35402|"Mother, Mother, Mother!" my heart is full of fear; 35402|And they say: "He is God's child; he shall be good." 35402|Then I know that the children are laughing so, 35402|And the children's voices go like music in mine ears. 35402|The stars are shining, and it is the morn. 35402|The stars are shining on the earth of spring, 35402|And the wild bees hum among the wheat and clover 35402|And fill the earth with sound of their small talk; 35402|And a little child goes to kiss the sun. 35402 ======================================== SAMPLE 15580 ======================================== 4331|I will not weep because you are gone 4331|And I must never see you more. 4331|I will not weep for you; not for you 4331|Have I known days and nights of care, 4331|The little blind days and nights that weep. 4331|I will not weep because you are dead, 4331|I cannot weep for you, dear loved one; 4331|For some day I may forget your hair, 4331|Drip from the tip of one white ring. 4331|I know you shall return, 4331|When spring comes back once more, 4331|To tell me all about it... 4331|How all the earth is beautiful. 4331|In the dark house 4331|They are waiting you 4331|Behind the curtains for you. 4331|If I could draw you 4331|Into a dream, 4331|Like the old times, 4331|I could tell you a tale. 4331|So with my pen I will write, 4331|When you come! 4331|Under the stars 4331|You must lie where I am sitting. 4331|But you cannot see me 4331|While you rest and while I pray. 4331|I am dying-- 4331|You know how glad I am. 4331|So if you come not, 4331|I shall remember 4331|You and your beautiful face. 4331|A little black thing in a lane of green, 4331|Whose cheeks are beaded with dewdrops 4331|And all the yellow of dusk on dusk 4331|That flickers in with the fading rays. 4331|Its feet are white as the fresh-turned earth, 4331|Its nose is blue as a summer sky, 4331|Its eyes are like two flaming stars 4331|Drawn black on a rosy sky. 4331|I know not whether it be wit or will 4331|That has come home with it from heaven - 4331|I only know that it is good. 4331|The little black thing in a lane of green 4331|Lies still and immobile 4331|And never seems to dream 4331|That its soul, once dear, is a part of mine. 4331|How beautiful it is, 4331|With a naked flower in its hand, 4331|And a bare foot on a bare flower stalk 4331|And a heart unbidden, 4331|And a soul unhidden 4331|That loves with a wild heart 4331|Only to have you smile. 4331|Under the blossoms 4331|And the dewdrops 4331|With their fragrant wings spread open, 4331|How beautiful it is! 4331|Blown, like a flower, 4331|By the breeze of summer, 4331|In the scent of the blossoms. 4331|How beautiful it is, 4331|With a naked flower in its hand 4331|And a bare foot on a bare flower stalk, 4331|And a heart unbidden, 4331|And a soul unhidden 4331|That loves you too well for fear. 4331|How lovely it is in the dusk that lies 4331|Between tall poplars looking over the sea 4331|At houses in the town, 4331|In the silence between the low winds that blow 4331|Like a flock of frightened pigeons by the air 4331|And whisper, "Let us fly" 4331|And the house is full of shadows, 4331|Dark shadows of home, 4331|And over the house the shadows move like dreams 4331|And every one has his secret thing to say. 4331|Under the blossoms 4331|Is a little black thing that laughs and sings - 4331|It is the barefoot child 4331|And we hear the voice 4331|Of all that were and are and shall be: 4331|And we know 4331|The secret of its eyes 4331|And the secret of its feet. 4331|How beautiful it is, 4331|Lonely and frail as a flower is she, 4331|Unconscious and sweet, 4331|And folded like a bird 4331|In the wind of the sunlight. 4331|She was a little leaf 4331|Playing like a rose 4331|When men came from the east, 4331|With ======================================== SAMPLE 15590 ======================================== 15553|In the light of morning, 15553|The sky is gray and misty, 15553|And the winds their voices haunt; 15553|The earth's dark womb is moaning, 15553|And the heart of woman 15553|Grieves in the pang of pain. 15553|Why should all earth's griefs be sighing? 15553|Why should man's anguish swell? 15553|The sunbeams wander o'er the grove, 15553|Or seek to reach the flower. 15553|A little breeze, a little spray, 15553|A little smile, a little word,-- 15553|A little thing a mother feels, 15553|And dreams she cannot bring him home. 15553|All day the summer noon 15553|Keeps pattering on the tree-top, 15553|And from the breeze it sobs, 15553|And then the china pansies spring 15553|By the pool, in every flower. 15553|'Tis the hour of sun, and moonrise, 15553|And the air is still and bright, 15553|While the shadows dance on the wall, 15553|And the children's laughter rings. 15553|In our childhood's day so sweet 15553|The world was here, the world was there: 15553|The sun shone down in flush and flush of gold, 15553|And in the clouds the stars did burn; 15553|The moon went round in her sky-scratching sphere, 15553|And the air was warm with her perfume. 15553|In our childhood's day so pure and cool, 15553|The earth, like a living flower, grew here; 15553|From the roots of every tree did she spread, 15553|And bathed the new-slipped stones in dew; 15553|The sky was sharp with the gleam and glow 15553|Of her bright little bow, as if she plumed 15553|It with her breasts and hung in rows, 15553|Or seemed to wing her way with the move 15553|Her silver skirts on the moonbeams there, 15553|That hung in line upon her gown. 15553|In our childhood's day so clear and mild 15553|The winds in the stilly night played; 15553|The moon did hide her face with cloudy hair 15553|When all the world was still to see; 15553|All was silent as a sleep complete, 15553|Save the infant's laughter, clear and shrill, 15553|That thrilled the world with its music shrill. 15553|In our childhood's day so happy and true, 15553|O, heaven! we have left the world to see; 15553|This world is but a cradle for the soul; 15553|We have but to cradle it here! 15553|Here was the place to lead the little life; 15553|And here they quelled the world with power and pride; 15553|Here were its springs, not streets, they traced with pride, 15553|And now their glory, but only grand, 15553|For the first time through the cloudy day 15553|Was seen, in all its glory, starry eve; 15553|And, by the light of heaven's clear sky, 15553|The little town was in the ocean dim, 15553|And still, behind it, the great moon lay, 15553|Or, at some distance, in the sky 15553|With her golden torch to the moon, 15553|She made a scar, as if she were flying. 15553|And, overhead, the nightingale 15553|Was singing aloud to where she stood; 15553|And the moon, above her, made a dark 15553|And shadowed cloud, that o'ershadowed all, 15553|And made that shadow all her own. 15553|And through the shadow, in that sweet 15553|Unbroken vision, the moon's white beam 15553|Was seen to flash, with all her starry fame, 15553|So full, so radiant, and so great, 15553|That the very earth made way. 15553|The little town was all aglow; 15553|There lay the water, shining far 15553|Like the red sun on a sea of gold. 15553|And o'er the water, like a throne, 15553|Lay the proud houses, like a king, 15553 ======================================== SAMPLE 15600 ======================================== 4331|I have loved the light of your star-sown hours 4331|And the moon's moonlight over the sea. 4331|A little green rose that's half asleep on the hearth, 4331|A little green rose that knows no other sun 4331|But the sun, 4331|A little green rose that's half asleep 4331|On the hearth. 4331|The lark knows no day and no number of days, 4331|And no one knows where that is nor why he goes 4331|When the sun in heaven has set. 4331|His feet are on the windy hills and far away, 4331|His heart is out beyond the gates of dream; 4331|But he listens not, but waits with one great joyful cry 4331|For the dawn. 4331|I love him, and his love I never can prove: 4331|I know it only as the love of a little thing, 4331|But I love him, Lord, for his sake I cannot tame - 4331|For he is of the little things. 4331|If I only knew... 4331|If I only knew 4331|How the roses grow, 4331|How the larkspur and the pink 4331|And the lily and the gray 4331|Smell to the wandering bee. 4331|I would sit by the burning wire 4331|And let the sparks run out 4331|Like an incense from the gods of old 4331|And take my wings and fly away. 4331|I would sit by the wire, and wait 4331|Until the wire should go 4331|To the place where flame is dead 4331|And nothing more is left. 4331|I would lie by the wire, alone 4331|And watch the tall grass swing 4331|And the red and the white and blue 4331|And the warm wind swing after me. 4331|I should sleep and watch nothing more - 4331|Only the wire that swings and swings 4331|And the wind and watches and stays 4331|And looks before and after me. 4331|The water is sweet and the flowers are glad and the grass grows green 4331|and the wind runs over it. 4331|For it's in Autumn and the leaves are falling 4331|and little winds are blowing. 4331|The water is sweet and the leaves are bright and the grass grow 4331|and the wind goes over it. 4331|O, what's the use of all this trying 4331|to be great? 4331|You can't any joy have 4331|And the days you spend all the day crying 4331|and waiting 4331|Are not worth the trouble 4331|Of trying somehow to be me 4331|and you. 4331|I will sit by the stream 4331|And think on the green grass and the bird above, 4331|And the trees 4331|Will talk to me through their branches, 4331|And the birds will sing. 4331|It's a little field where the little flowers make beds 4331|and the little winds are blowing. 4331|It's a little field where the little fields are growing, 4331|and the little flowers build. 4331|The soft light falls 4331|on the little grass blades 4331|And over the lonesome sun 4331|They make little beds of glory 4331|to rest in when the day is done. 4331|Little things live in them, 4331|and their faces are seen and heard, 4331|Little dreams are in their heart, 4331|and their little lives are fair. 4331|They are nothing to us 4331|whom they love so well. 4331|They can't die 4331|and go away 4331|With the fading earth 4331|that they love so well. 4331|They are only alive for a little hour at most, 4331|But we know that life has another hour for all things, 4331|And the little things are always waiting to greet us 4331|with little glad kisses 4331|And we know they are waiting. 4331|The grasses dance like spindrift in a sea of silver, 4331|They are very light and sing very sweetly - 4331|They are the birds of the world of the spring. 4331|The wind-light dances with the silver grass ======================================== SAMPLE 15610 ======================================== 937|As the world before the wind had 937|Hid from men's eyes 937|The great sea's golden gates, 937|The green-leaved banks 937|Washed by the river's stream, 937|The greenwood's beck 937|As the waves of foam 937|Stir with the music of the sea -- 937|As the ocean's sound -- 937|Were mingled so ... 937|The waters rippled 937|Athwart the sky 937|That echoed, while day 937|With waves of glory rolled; 937|And, like the clouds of the sea, 937|The sunset rose 937|Above the glory of the sea. 937|Ah, then what marvel 937|That in our young day, 937|When earth was young with the birth 937|Of manhood's feet, 937|When in the heavens the heavens were rolled 937|Saddled with God's wings, 937|When in the great sea's broad, 937|Spirits of God, as in a dream, 937|And the world's star-dust 937|Was tossed upon a tide of woe, 937|And the sun and the night were aflame, 937|And the ocean's voice -- 937|Its song was a trumpet to us then -- 937|Bore to the world's throat 937|The message of its song -- 937|Its hope was the wind's heart -- 937|Its joy was the bounding sea's wave -- 937|Its love was the light 937|Of sun and sea 937|Whose words the sea heard then 937|As the stars' music then 937|Bore to the world's throat 937|The message of its song -- 937|O wind of the tropic sea, 937|With the wild, wild song of your heart, 937|Proud to hear, 937|You bore a word to us then 937|The message of your song -- 937|The sea-bird bore your message to us then, 937|And we heard it, 937|In its wild, wild song, 937|Your mighty voice 937|Was heard in the wind's wild heart, 937|And its voice of wind, 937|As the ocean's song, by the sea-shore, 937|By the sunset, 937|Was heard in the voice of the wind, 937|As the notes of the winds that in swell 937|Our souls heard as in a dream, 937|As the storms' words at night 937|When the tide flows in, 937|It is the voice of the sea, 937|The voice of the skies 937|Walking at night in the land's vast space, 937|Whispering, with eyes bent low 937|Down on sea-waves' gray waves, 937|The word of the sea -- the sea-bird's message to us then -- 937|Wave, wave, wave your voice in praise of the sea 937|As the stars, and as the light 937|Of the sun; 937|But, wave, wave your voice in praise of the sea, 937|Thoughts of the sea, 937|As the blue as the bright, wide heaven in the sea; 937|As the deep as the deeps as the deep; 937|Thoughts to the deep 937|Of the sea-bird in the deeps of the deep 937|Whisp'ring of the world; 937|But, wave, wave your voice in praise of the sea, 937|As stars, in the bright blue skies, 937|While the stars are the eyes of the night, 937|And the eyes of the night are the sea-birds' song! 937|We love the sea! 937|Heaven is so kind! 937|No matter where we go, 937|God let fall on his hand 937|One sweet, fresh drop each day 937|Of this, our mother's prayer -- 937|The water that falls in the sea, 937|The water that falls in the sea, 937|We love the sea! 937|We love the sea, 937|We love the sea! 937 ======================================== SAMPLE 15620 ======================================== 1279|We're gane out o' door in a trice, 1279|We're gane out o' door in a trice, 1279|Oh, what care we how it fa'! 1279|We're gane out o' door in a trice, 1279|And the lass wi' the ewe o' the kye! 1279|Oh, what care we how or why! 1279|We're gane out o' door in a trice, 1279|And the lass wi' the ewe o' the kye! 1279|The cow that bit Mongsdumph! 1279|Was mair sabb'd than the ha' 1279|As he slept beyond compare. 1279|And the hound that bit Mongsdumph! 1279|Was blythe and hair than a bee, 1279|As he slept beyond compare. 1279|He was a good little fell, 1279|A bonnie wee feller, 1279|And a blithe and bonny wee fell, 1279|And a ragin' wee feller. 1279|Sae tow ae ice, and sae blythe, 1279|As a father as holy, 1279|As sae far, as the world can bore, 1279|A staur pipe to the fa'en. 1279|Oh, the hills are so bonnie and ha' 1279|Gars downy ag'gin and fechtin; 1279|Gars stappin wi' the scriechin' o' e'en, 1279|And the blae blae bogle wi' a' the leechin' and pellin' 1279|The hills o' Garnering! 1279|The hills o' Garnering! 1279|I'm sure I lo'e the hills o' Garnering, 1279|The hills o' the glens so bonnie, 1279|The hills o' the brooms, the hills o' the foamin', 1279|The hills o' the hazels. 1279|I was sae begie bardin', 1279|Gin e'er we were mair than fellows, 1279|I was sae begie bardin', 1279|I wadna gang on a dare o' threshin', 1279|Lang drowned or lang drowned. 1279|Ae or twae auld Scot sonsie sonsie sons, 1279|Auld Bessie, and bonnie Belle, 1279|Ye wadna ken their names had I trow'd, 1279|Had I trow'd the same-- 1279|I'd gang them abune o' Morbleoo, 1279|Auld Bessy and my sweet young Belle. 1279|In the mools ye wadna ken their names were-- 1279|I could na think ye'd miss them; 1279|Yet here ye wadna ken their names as written-- 1279|E'en that's my name. 1279|I am a mighty conqueror, 1279|I pu'd the giant to shrink; 1279|Giant he grew but half afraid, 1279|And niest his head I threw. 1279|He hurled his head wi' thee to-day, 1279|A braw new goun apron, 1279|Sae he's fash o' kail-yards two, 1279|A beggarly seder. 1279|He gae'd frae a hald wi' bawbees, 1279|Tha's ane that's far awa; 1279|Sae then he built a waboon, 1279|To bide him at the back. 1279|He tirl'd me down to ghaist the pit, 1279|He took his mither on me; 1279|Sae as they came to the gate, 1279|Sae he's fash o' kail-yards two, 1279|A beggarly seder. 1279|I'se a mighty princess, 1279|A princess o' a clo'es; 1279|But I'm gaun to the princesses, 1279|And they gae their hearts to me. 1279|I'm dancit, I'm gude, I'se baith bonnie, 1279|I's ======================================== SAMPLE 15630 ======================================== 28591|"A great soul and an evil heart!" 28591|A mighty friend, and a friend of the same, 28591|A brother of those to come to the door; 28591|How can we speak of him 28591|And call him beloved? 28591|He is to us what our Savior was, 28591|What He did, and did not forbear; 28591|We clasp once more his loins, 28591|He is to us what God had planned 28591|For us if we were men. 28591|So, on we climb, 28591|By every mount and dale we can, 28591|With hope o'er every cloud we can; 28591|And we thank Heavenly Father that we have him, 28591|And count him our own to be, 28591|When we go down to the tomb. 28591|God, thou who didst with man make fair 28591|All He has made me, 28591|And from the work of my hands make free 28591|Things that were loath or far away; 28591|To the work of thine, O Lord! declare 28591|What I am, and what I am not. 28591|O Lord, thy goodness made for me 28591|A whole that was loath and far away! 28591|By the voice of thy love I understand, 28591|And still must be heard and considered; 28591|No longer for I will be weak, 28591|Though never to me is worthy praise 28591|Who, at thy feet lying, would have known 28591|The goodness thou dost show my God. 28591|By thy word, at thy behest, I see 28591|The goodness of the whole that I have made. 28591|Then, Lord, I praise thee and make glad. 28591|Thy love has made the strength thou gavest me 28591|Out of my weakness to multiply and increase. 28591|I, too can act and go to the deed, 28591|For thy will be done, O Lord, and my duty free. 28591|The time is near and past, when from me 28591|Gladly I'd go to my work and be, 28591|And my hands might work as I would wish; 28591|But my thoughts in some strange way are cast, 28591|Which I cannot understand; therefore 28591|My work must needs go to waste in doing ill. 28591|Gone are the days when I went to the place, 28591|I have not the life I used to have, 28591|My face is now more white and more white, 28591|My body less of flesh and more of spirit; 28591|My work done, I find it is time enough 28591|To rise and go to my work no more. 28591|The Lord knows the purpose wherewith He putterest, 28591|The means whereby I can rise and go to my work. 28591|I know that I am made to work as I would, 28591|Therefore I should be glad to keep the plan 28591|Which by its ways of loving made me strong. 28591|In a little day God's will is wrought for me; 28591|Then, God, O, let thy compassion move 28591|Thy power to put thy will for my will 28591|That they may be not of me, but of Him. 28591|This is the day that they forsake each other-- 28591|For they do forsake the Sabbath of life; 28591|But they hold on unto Christ to the last, 28591|Nor falter when they feel the wrath of Him. 28591|My soul that is lost will be comfortless; 28591|My spirit not yet wholly glad; 28591|But God's arm is strength enough to rescue me, 28591|And I shall come unto my Maker alway. 28591|God's arm is strength enough to support me 28591|When danger and peril 28591|Dare to assail me 28591|And to vex me; 28591|But it is not his power to bring comfort 28591|When he watches around his servants, 28591|As I will watch His servants, 28591|My children in this world. 28591|And I have none, I have no name; 28591|And I know naught, I know naught; 28591|Yet I will walk, though weak and poor ======================================== SAMPLE 15640 ======================================== 615|With all the world bespake him thus, that man, 615|To him with his heart, in secret prayed, 615|And swore that he, with him, the knightly meed 615|Would give him such large dow'r as he deserved; 615|Next to the Moor made him one of their guard; 615|Then said he, "My master, as is meet, 615|"Thy wish shall be for me unto this day. 615|Of thy and mine, such privilege I swear, 615|The knights may every other on my hand 615|Or else their faulchions, if such suit they please, 615|With thee or others to the war convey. 615|And should a knight of mine appear to hand 615|Among those brethren, let him do me grace." 615|-- "So shall it be," Prince Orlando said: 615|And, ere he left, for a good pace he ran: 615|Orlando to his saddle drew his steed, 615|And to the town in haste the warrior went. 615|As well as when the herald he had brought 615|The sign of christening into France, he knew 615|The knight by the new-formured herald wore, 615|Who in a blue and shining mantle, close, 615|Had on the warrior's shield and helmet placed, 615|That he might know his master, and without fail, 615|Him surely to Orlando would espie. 615|This the herald to Orlando said, and flew 615|To his companions from the court above, 615|And told Orlando by the mark of day 615|He should at home, with all his knights, convey: 615|And with his own good courser he began 615|The way that to the palace he should win. 615|He to the palace enters in such state, 615|He goes from head to foot unknown and out. 615|Orlando is to his lady never more 615|Afoot than bird, upon the water's back. 615|She sees him not, and he beside the sea, 615|Is with the herald of his own pavilion: 615|So good Orlando to her new guide bears, 615|She never sees the cavalier more clear. 615|No word, no sign that the good squire did say, 615|And what he in his look or mien had said. 615|What were to her the manly feats of arms? 615|To her the wondrous sport of all the knight: 615|That she may be at home that while she thinks, 615|Or that when she is home is well content. 615|When by this gentle guide Orlando saw 615|The cavalier for him prepared to ride, 615|He to him made his desire repeat anew, 615|Nor yet to follow after his design; 615|But that without further leave would wait, 615|Till to that city he should come anew. 615|When past the gateway to the castle-court 615|He enters, he no less begins to wend; 615|Nor will he more, ere he hath reached the tower, 615|See that it is in all its glory fed. 615|His horse Orlando to the saddle bent, 615|And heaped his golden lilies round his waist, 615|Which, like a mountain for his glory, stood, 615|Proudly arrayed and forlornly fed, 615|And ever upon the field was shown 615|The feats he to the damsel would perform, 615|So great a marvel had the hero wrought, 615|He seemed not thought to want the wondrous steed. 615|He there upon his courser's mane, the Moor 615|He put, and thus the dame addressed in court. 615|"What has so late a day, a week, or month, 615|As now to thee is rendered thee? So it be, 615|I know, my lord Orlando, for no one 615|Of these my steeds hath erred; the task was done 615|By one of them, from whom you never took 615|So many ponies, or such wide array? 615|And is it thine alone to suffer loss 615|Of any, or to lose the champion's right, 615|In this ill hour? I hope, my master dear, 615|To find thee in the victor's cause more fain; 615|Than in the vassals' to defy the foe." 615|"I, to that lady, not to this, was ======================================== SAMPLE 15650 ======================================== 22803|The great earth's great heart. 22803|And here let this great world in its own 22803|Tread itself. 22803|Who dooms their death and makes it theirs, 22803|Cherish as the good God loves as well, 22803|They that were all born for the love 22803|Of one supreme end, now live together 22803|In one life, and are all one life, 22803|And live not once nor twenty times: 22803|They that are wise, they that are free, 22803|They that are strong, they that be blessed, 22803|The love of one supreme end: 22803|They are God's own life, and that's their praise, 22803|Their joy and their light." 22803|He ceased, and all the glory grew 22803|In his own body and his Son's. 22803|Sight and sound were swift to see 22803|What God had done, and know it was they, 22803|Theirs who had wrought it: he had set 22803|The world in place, set the winds to blow, 22803|Set the great clouds and floods of rain, 22803|Set the dark stars to look through, 22803|Set the world to hear him, heard the winds 22803|And waves and stars and trees that gave 22803|Unending loud applause. 22803|And they in silence heard it, or 22803|Might their lips foretell it, or divine 22803|Who would hear it, but that none could tell 22803|What things were meant for, what meant for now-- 22803|Who had wrought this thing, whose hands had planned 22803|The world, who had wrought this thing. 22803|For such fair speech and such strange thought 22803|Must the Son of Man begin 22803|Of his Mother's work, as He begins 22803|Or end, His mother in heaven: 22803|In Son's end, and Woman's birth 22803|In wife and mother's life begin, 22803|The first of all; for which is due 22803|This one-half heaven for all the earth, 22803|And woman more than all the rest 22803|Is mother of the Son of man. 22803|Nay, not all death, for of such is heir, 22803|But man is heir to the death of thee, 22803|Of thee, and his heart's blood more than 22803|Shall make him of the Father true. 22803|O what a love can a man have 22803|That doth not die of sorrow, nor turn 22803|Towards death, and when it doth it live 22803|For one love, to love it for a day? 22803|The soul's love, that never is forgot; 22803|The love that never falls from hence; 22803|And such a man might have a name 22803|Who knows not what he says to none. 22803|Therefore, when He comes into Heaven, 22803|He shall be all in one. And all 22803|That loveth shall be of one flesh: 22803|The soul not in the body bound, 22803|But in the flesh, and in a day 22803|Comes home to love and love together 22803|Within his body and to live: 22803|And she shall be a wife, and he 22803|Shall take her by the hand and say: 22803|"My wife, my wife, good-bye." 22803|And all shall be so glad and glad 22803|And shall sing of one flesh no more, 22803|Nor seek their mother, weeping: 22803|Their mother and their Son, Son and wife, 22803|Are one flesh, all in one night: 22803|And they that love each other shall 22803|Be one flesh and one joy in Heaven. 22803|She heard them and her heart grew glad, 22803|As the dawn breaks o'er sea and land. 22803|"Nay, I had not such a thought," she said, 22803|"Though yet 'twere in my mind, but now 22803|I see it is so sure, so sure." 22803|Then her hand went up her hair and kissed 22803|The neck of her fair boy, and she said: 22803|"What wilt thou have, child; say thou?" 22 ======================================== SAMPLE 15660 ======================================== 2491|So gently as the gentle breeze 2491|That sweeps o'er hill and dale, 2491|With all our loving hearts we meet 2491|As when we were young. 2491|And all our happy days are full 2491|Of loving, pure delight, 2491|As fond love now shall be ours, oh, 2491|When we shall be men again. 2491|For when the years have brought us all 2491|More near to God and nearer his throne, 2491|Then may we meet and hold each day 2491|A blessed faith and worship meet. 2491|The flowers that bloom by Eden's side 2491|Are dear, they come from God's fair land 2491|And bloom, because the sun is bright 2491|And life is fair and sweet. 2491|In the world's midst--oh, the world's to me 2491|A scene of beauty wondrous and rare; 2491|Of all that man has seen and all 2491|That man hath taught it to be; 2491|But when we seek the Heaven above, 2491|We find it not, I deem. 2491|In our world--Oh, the world's to me 2491|A scene whose splendor shines below; 2491|Of all that man can speak of right-- 2491|It shows a heart for all. 2491|And all who watch the heart of love 2491|Be happy in it all the while; 2491|But, oh, when we have turned to seek 2491|In all that man can make, 2491|'Tis far away, with life and love's own will, 2491|A realm of chaos far and dim. 2491|In the wild--Oh, the wild world's to me 2491|A scene of mystery and surprise; 2491|Where toil we have, and strife, and pain, 2491|And joy is near the skies. 2491|For there is nothing there, to tell me 2491|That life's sweet fruit is gathered there; 2491|For there is nothing of gladness 2491|That man can utter there. 2491|That there is nothing that's vain or sad, 2491|And nothing that's sad or to be; 2491|That life is fraught with joy and woe, 2491|When life's sweet fruit is there. 2491|And all who share my life, in truth, 2491|Have many paths, and paths well meant; 2491|Yet they who stray apart from me, 2491|Are lonely even in life. 2491|There are no friends upon this earth, 2491|Yet in life's path there lies an array 2491|Of friends to make the world seem fair; 2491|For one's life is so much more fair 2491|Than the sweet smile of another's face. 2491|There's nothing so fair as the dear joy 2491|That dwells in that dear, holy place; 2491|There's nothing sweet in life so well 2491|As that happy sweetness there. 2491|I'd like to be a part of that sweet, sacred charm; 2491|I'd like my voice to join with that soul-felt praise; 2491|To share the soul with each soft soul of each fair child 2491|Who goes to her grave with a father's smile. 2491|I'd like to stand where that sweet, gracious place is set, 2491|And see them, side by side, stand, a little child and mother, 2491|When I am old, in the sunshine of the God above; 2491|To see the angels to each other dear come back, 2491|From a far-away God's home. 2491|Oh, what a lonely life we lead! 2491|Oh, what a lonely day we've got! 2491|In every lonely moment, 2491|By day and night, 2491|The sorrows and the troubles 2491|Of our life are given place. 2491|And what a sweetheart sits by us 2491|So lovingly, and we're lonely. 2491|Oh, what a dreary, lonely life! 2491|Oh, what a lonely day we've got! 2491|When we're in the garden, the sun is shining, 2491|And every small flower is blooming; 2491|But when the rain-drops are raining on us ======================================== SAMPLE 15670 ======================================== 35991|I'm a little tired, sir,--just like you 35991|It looks as if there were a war at heart 35991|Between the country and the police. 35991|Well, I'm going to go drive at a farmer's 35991|Farm of the finest in the country;-- 35991|There is an old, a hundred year old tradition here 35991|The farmer's wife had a secret to let him. 35991|She was a shrew, I say it's a small thing 35991|Made a country man the talk of the world, 35991|Grown to power, and in the country placed. 35991|And so she came. And she had sent a clerk 35991|With papers, speeches, books and letters-- 35991|And everything at this city's great sum, 35991|And in the country, to the country. 35991|The city was on fire for her sake, 35991|And they all went out to see her. I don't think 35991|The country ever could have guessed, since they, 35991|The farmers, did not understand her. 35991|And there was her old man, an undertaker, 35991|He was poor, it is true, but they could see 35991|How happy he lived, and lived for her. 35991|I'll tell you something about him, too, 35991|And here she comes, as I said, the neighbor. 35991|She has a secret you must hear, that is, 35991|Don't you think this is a little like you? 35991|We have our little private love and hate; 35991|Our life is long with sorrow and with gladness, 35991|And so it's little wonder sometimes 35991|It's hard for the man to win you, though you've won, 35991|I say it. And yet I think it's well 35991|The priest would think this was a matter hard 35991|And had a watchful eye and care for his flock. 35991|He said the man was born in a prison. 35991|But there was more he said: "If he has won 35991|Whatever prize this is I have, I'd like 35991|To see myself here with him at the table, 35991|And if in the town where this is, he'd like 35991|To see me and would help if he is able." 35991|This is the life that he lives: 35991|He's happy when he has a chance, 35991|He doesn't stand on the precipice edge 35991|When a boat goes down, and has the money 35991|To live, but thinks of himself and of the angels. 35991|And all the time it seemed to be a sin 35991|To think of herself and keep away; 35991|And when he came to see her, he would say: 35991|"She's in a hurry. She said she had a chance, 35991|But I am here to build here, here's a home, 35991|And I have a lot to give." And so he came 35991|Who was so happy, who had that special love 35991|For her, and for the church. And to the end 35991|He was a little afraid to say: "Go to church." 35991|A while before the war he was gone, there was 35991|No news of her, but he went down to see 35991|The school where La Fayette once was taught. 35991|You see what there was, there's nothing more. 35991|And here the priest met her and got the man 35991|To give her something and bring him back 35991|In prison, and the priest saw her again 35991|Afterward and heard of her and saw 35991|Her father who had died for this of boys 35991|For her in the country, for him by chance. 35991|And all this time she seemed to him her friend, 35991|She came along and did her time on him 35991|And took the money for him in the prison, 35991|Took school courses. And then a year or two 35991| ======================================== SAMPLE 15680 ======================================== 42051|The long-eyed love lies asleep, 42051|Like a long white serpent, 42051|But his eyes of fire 42051|Are ever glowing on 42051|The far distant hills. 42051|_So they came to this place, 42051|Far out on the sea, 42051|Where the winds and sun go by, 42051|And the blue sea foam. 42051|There, on the sand, upon that hill, 42051|They found the lover 42051|Alone with his dream, upon that hill. 42051|"Where are the men?" asked the madman, 42051|As the sea was red; 42051|"Why are ye here? 42051|Where are the men? 42051|Where are the men? 42051|Where are the men?" 42051|All suddenly the madman's 42051|Voice turned grave: 42051|"The men are in those lonely walls, 42051|The men are in those lonely walls, 42051|The men are in that lonely wall, 42051|We all were born. 42051|The sand is on the tomb of the tide; 42051|Death takes his toll 42051|Of these white iron walls. 42051|"But, ah, that night," saith he,-- 42051|"That night in August,-- 42051|When the nightingale sang to the lark,-- 42051|Ah, that night in August, 42051|When the nightingale sang to the lark, 42051|When the nightingale sang to the lark 42051|That song of love of mine! 42051|"The wind of the far land wails, 42051|The wind of the far land calls, 42051|The deep leaves laugh and scatter, 42051|I am lost, I am lost for ever; 42051|In death, in death, I perish. 42051|"We who have loved the wind, 42051|We who have loved the wind, 42051|Who had never known nor feared 42051|Nor tried the eyes of love to pierce; 42051|We, though we love the wind, 42051|Who have loved the wind-- 42051|No man can bear the wind. 42051|"We who have had no love 42051|In all the world; 42051|Who who at last, for all their tears, 42051|Have loved at last, have loved not; 42051|Who have loved, but never spake, 42051|We who have loved, but never spake; 42051|For we died, we loved--we loved not." 42051|"We can meet no more," she said. 42051|"But we have lost the heart-- 42051|We have given up the life"-- 42051|"Where is the song of our love, 42051|Where is the song of our love, 42051|Now that the world hath left us; 42051|Where is the song of our love, 42051|Where is the song of our love, 42051|And where is our life, and where is our grave?" 42051|"The wind of the far land is blowing, 42051|The wind in its wildest power blowing, 42051|Blowing from the very lands that hate us, 42051|Far as the skies can ever look to us. 42051|"The sun of the moon may shine on us, 42051|The light of the stars may guide us still, 42051|But the wind cannot ever guide us. 42051|The sea is the sea and all things change. 42051|"We can meet no more; 42051|We've lost the heart, 42051|And the world hath left us." 42051|_So we came forth upon the shore 42051|From the land of the dead, 42051|And we cast about for the old love. 42051|There we met them. 42051|But we never could find her. 42051|We went up from the sea 42051|To the land of the dead. 42051|But the sea hath grown stern and grim, 42051|And the waves make no sad moan, 42051|As we cast about for the old love. 42051|We went up from the sea 42051|To the land of last gloom, 42051|When we sought her in the land of the dead; 42051 ======================================== SAMPLE 15690 ======================================== 1279|And I'll stand with my pipe upon the nappy, 1279|And smoke my fill, through the day and through the night; 1279|With you by mine, and you by my side, 1279|Shall be life and content, 1279|Happy am I, with you by my side, 1279|Happy, and free--free, too, I vow 1279|From pains and sorrows, care, doubt, surprise; 1279|With you by my side, and you by my heart, 1279|Shall be I and my mistress, love. 1279|Hence with false vows I'll woo, I'll woo and banter, 1279|And sweetly think on the time, 1279|When first we met, when we twa bemoan 1279|'Mang burs and bangs, and baith awns and ropes: 1279|And if it comes about that I or my wife 1279|Get banish'd far, far awa, 1279|The point shall be, whae free, whae hame, whae fair, 1279|Wi' thurlung gun, wi' hollow yell, 1279|We'll turn auld H----ll into a birk."] 1279|He turn'd him up and ay did smile, 1279|When ay was young and bold; 1279|But there wi' cauld dishwater he stept, 1279|And the maid saw nae mercy. 1279|Her spurs awa! her spurs wi' a thrill, 1279|As round aboon him he leant, 1279|While ay did smile, when that she lookit, owre 1279|She gaed shoot till she deid. 1279|Aye lang time, when he shot, wi' cauld dishwater, 1279|She looked cauld fu' wan, owre he stood. 1279|Now this was a young ken-tongue, little Bo Johnson, 1279|The lad that's sae wee, i' the blazin' a' at kirkyard. 1279|He was nae lear as Willie was, and ay as Willie could be, 1279|But ay he did get up in fashion and beauty for kirkyard. 1279|For wot a' things are that we do, 1279|Wat hae we, what we can afford; 1279|We hae we, and may be we; 1279|Gin ye'll do an e'en the sin ye didna do. 1279|The maid that ye lo'ed the best of, 1279|She was the maid that ye lo'e best; 1279|And ay she was the sport o' the kirkyard foxes, 1279|The maid in the kirk town had the best o' a' the kirkyard. 1279|She had a goud wrap, and a girdle, 1279|A chain o' silk so dour and tough; 1279|A pair o' stockings, and a pair o' stockings, 1279|All sodden wi' muckle water. 1279|She had a pot upon a chair, 1279|A candle at her knee, and an e'en o' goun a leg, 1279|A goud tea, and a girdle full o' ginger, 1279|The maid--Ye ken she was a kirkyard fox. 1279|"Oh, gin I but see thee, love, I shan't die." 1279|When ay her face was turn'd to the kirk, 1279|There wasna a man couldna move her, 1279|But whan the kirk shall be, whan the kirk shall be; 1279|For nowt than a' their wives her fortune can spare her. 1279|"What say ye, loves," says she, "what say ye, loves?" 1279|"What say ye, loves?" says John Brown, "I dona hate ye; 1279|Ye've been my faithful and best betrothed for ay." 1279|"And ay I'll love ye," says she, "for ay I did ye; 1279|But I won't be your wife, for I hae no part 1279|In the politics o' this county, whar I didna ken ye: 1279|Ye'll bring affliction on your wa' if ye ======================================== SAMPLE 15700 ======================================== A moment only, and I am at home again; 17448|I know it for a fact the dear old place shall never die, 17448|And still I hope it lasts for ever. 17448|I wish I was at home 17448|With the dear old place, 17448|And that I lived there in the summer time, 17448|And that I never had to go off. 17448|Now, the place is quite new, 17448|And the flowers are bright in the garden grass, 17448|But in summer time the suns grow low, 17448|And it's very dull and dark for me 17448|While the girls are out on the town. 17448|I wish I was at home 17448|With the dear old place, 17448|And that I lived there in the summer time, 17448|And that I never had to go 17448|Off to be a farmer's daughter. 17448|There was once a bird 17448|That lived in a cage, 17448|And he sang sweet and low, 17448|And it grieved her so, 17448|That all the birds went by 17448|To look for their food. 17448|They found it there, 17448|With wings and a shell, 17448|And so they came home, 17448|And they are safe and well 17448|Till I come on my nest. 17448|I'll sing you a song 17448|Of a little boy 17448|Who never knew a fear, 17448|And a happy birthday. 17448|And a happy birthday! 17448|The little fellow who always cried 17448|Is not the same since he cried at play, 17448|And has not the same glee, since he cried, 17448|When he went to bed with his father and mother, 17448|To bury the cow they killed for the lamb: 17448|And then he went off to school and to hall, 17448|And then to the church and the church to go, 17448|While the housemaids were washing the dishes 17448|And sweeping the house, and when they all were washed, 17448|He was all so neat, that his mother thought 17448|He must have cried for the sheep from the deer. 17448|But then, though he never went to university, 17448|Or got the honour of earning his ducat, 17448|He is always the sweetest youth a little church 17448|May receive, for never did he take ill health. 17448|Oh how I long for my youth, 17448|And my home-born joys! 17448|Oh wherefore should I weep 17448|Thy withered frame? 17448|"In many a field of battle, 17448|And a king's conflict fierce, 17448|My lord has fallen that death 17448|That each man feels and rues!" 17448|But I am gone a long way 17448|I cannot see thee more, 17448|For I am living, 17448|And I have gone a-knee 17448|To the field-king to be. 17448|"He that is never a lord 17448|Must keep his seat still, 17448|And he must not change his post 17448|Unless he be called." 17448|"My lord is ever a liar 17448|And I shall ne'er be lord, 17448|So that he shall not lie in my place, 17448|And be a churl to folk." 17448|"My lord is ever a traitor, 17448|And I will avenge it, 17448|So that he must lie in all things 17448|And eat the bread of his lord; 17448|And he must not change his place 17448|In the church or anywhere." 17448|"My lord is ever a traitor, 17448|And I will avenge it; 17448|But I never can be queen, 17448|And a wife am far from my heart; 17448|So that we ne'er more shall meet 17448|On earth again, my lord," 17448|"In the world is my wife now, 17448|And mine is left no man. 17448|And mine, my lord, to be, 17448|I'll ne'er seek on earth again 17448|For thy love or for thy gold, 17448| ======================================== SAMPLE 15710 ======================================== 15370|As we'd seen _the boys_, and they're the first 15370|For you to know what's what: 15370|Your father's "Wentworth" won't, I swear, 15370|For one shiver have heard say, 15370|But he is a pleasant, polite fellow, 15370|And we haven't one bit of harm 15370|But from him, for _one_, I've done. 15370|So, if it should rue the time afore 15370|We do this business here, 15370|That must be for our merrier cheers 15370|To ring out and prance in time. 15370|Now, _by the book_, I promise I 15370|A lot of work will do; 15370|But I'll promise you, my son, 15370|A little mischief's sure, 15370|And if what's gone by goes by, 15370|How the devil shall I do? 15370|A thousand times ten he'll make 15370|And he's a clever fellow, too, 15370|But I'll have him here, he's the sort 15370|My mother used to have. 15370|I wish all our friends were so kind 15370|And gentle as myself! 15370|I'd like so much to be the boy they made 15370|As I'm a little more sure, 15370|I'm a little more sure that, now 15370|I don't have to be the boy. 15370|The devil take the windy old world, 15370|And the Devil take the fool! 15370|The world's only made to screw the fool and not me: 15370|You may be all you wish, but you'll never do. 15370|So don't go and blow your nose about; 15370|I've nothing more to say, 15370|I hope you won't make no noise or noise 15370|About it, either--no, my lad. 15370|I'm rather out of fashion, you know, 15370|For my last wife's blown my crown, 15370|(I was more or less ashamed of it 15370|So wasn't I pleased or pleased) 15370|So I'll sit down, just as I'm bid, 15370|And write a song to-night, 15370|In spite of all the world, to please you all! 15370|She's a pretty red currant, she, 15370|And she hangs down her pretty red currant stalk, 15370|When the breezes blow from the sweet South, 15370|In the frosty mornings, 15370|At the frosty mornings. 15370|When the blossoms 15370|Are a-shivering in their hues of light, 15370|And the bee hums sweet as maidens breathe, 15370|And the bird sings a ditty sweet as my love, 15370|Then the blushing rose 15370|Is a-budding, and the blushing rose 15370|Is a-growing, and a budding, and a-reaching out. 15370|The blushing currant hangs to the sweet South 15370|At the frosty mornings 15370|At the frosty mornings. 15370|The currant goes a-growing, and it is now 15370|So gay, and so sweet, and so high up, 15370|It seems the very face of a queen, 15370|In the breath of a spring; 15370|And her scent is as odor divine, 15370|With the scent of a rivulet flowing: 15370|While the bird sings as sweet as a dream 15370|Of the soul of a maiden of song, 15370|And the heart of a bird singing! 15370|O, the bluebirds come with their music and dance, 15370|And they tangle a stick in the grass, 15370|And the wind-frets blow, and whirl and whirl 15370|All in a cloud of gladness,-- 15370|With their music and dance. 15370|They have flirted the bluebird, the currant, 15370|And the bloom of the roses before, 15370|And their songs are so sweet they make 15370|The spirit afraid; 15370|And they dance, and whirl, and whirl about, 15370|Till the soul of the currant's fair. 15370|Oh, ======================================== SAMPLE 15720 ======================================== 1280|I, too, who am a man 1280|Of peace-- 1280|And as a man grow weak 1280|And as a man become 1280|In many a face 1280|Of sorrow 1280|I would not change the day 1280|For the night and the wind 1280|And the night and the rain; 1280|For the blood-sick nights, 1280|For the cold, bleak days 1280|When a heart is sore-- 1280|For the hope to see 1280|And to lose all 1280|That we once esteemed 1280|So precious a thing: 1280|I would not change the day 1280|For the night and the wind 1280|And the night and the rain. 1280|I shall not hear the wind, 1280|I shall not see the rain, 1280|The rain-drops trickling down my face, 1280|They will not comfort my soul,-- 1280|'Tis no time for sorrow. 1280|There is a word in the language of the old for you, a word 1280|of sadness; it is the word the children of sorrow utter. 1280|It is so sad that the words that you have forgotten are 1280|spoken. 1280|I do not know the word for you; 1280|The words that are spoken are spoken of man and woman, 1280|of the whole earth's woes, 1280|Of a hope that is lost, 1280|Of sin's desolation, 1280|Of despair that is sad, 1280|With the wind blowing fierce, 1280|And a storm in the sky. 1280|I know a word in the language of the old for the poor, 1280|for the weary, 1280|The words that are spoken are words of charity, 1280|of love and of hope, 1280|Of a hope still unspoken, 1280|That is lost, that is slain, 1280|That is broken, with a sword 1280|And a soul crushed out of life. 1280|The word is "Give" in the language of the old for the poor, 1280|the words, not of gold or gain, 1280|The words which the children of sorrow 1280|descend on you; 1280|Your word is "Give" in the language of the old for the poor. 1280|Worship not, that is wisdom. 1280|You worship not with a mind as corrupt 1280|For the sake of gain. 1280|Worship not. Let your speech be full and frank, 1280|and there you will find 1280|The language for the heart of a friend and brother 1280|Who is in need. 1280|Worship not. 1280|I have a word for you, but I fear 1280|You will not use it, 1280|For it is in the language we have learned of old 1280|of Jesus Christ; 1280|You will not dare to make one word a question, 1280|the words are given; 1280|For the meaning of every word is Jesus Christ 1280|Who is in need. 1280|I dare not dream of what I shall not do 1280|For a dollar, 1280|You may pray the God of the Bible and not give me 1280|A broken heart, 1280|But I am sure you will not make one word the 1280|worse for me. 1280|Worship not, for your prayer 1280|will be a broken heart. 1280|I care not whether you are rich or poor, 1280|You shall share our lot. 1280|I am not afraid of a beggar's purse 1280|Nor a man's name but I fear the words 1280|God has given you. 1280|And though your heart and I were nothing worth 1280|I would pray the God of the Bible the 1280|words to you. 1280|Pray for your life, 1280|Pray for your wife, 1280|Pray for the children's souls, 1280|And for her dear ones too. 1280|But first pray, pray for your life 1280|That, like Christ, I may die for you 1280|When you have come to me. 1280|I have the world. 1280|And with my eyes ======================================== SAMPLE 15730 ======================================== 2621|The fountains of the day, 2621|When autumn's winds are blest, 2621|And when the rain-winds blow, 2621|When flowers awake that lie 2621|All still in slumber tight: 2621|When the birds come back to sing, 2621|With their sweet, tranced speech, 2621|And the dew comes in the bloom, 2621|With all the world asleep; 2621|When I lie down to rest 2621|In the shade and grass of a wood, 2621|And hear the winds a-blowing, 2621|And watch the white sail flapping, 2621|All the world a-bloomin'-- 2621|Is like a long, long rest 2621|In the life that's worth to stay. 2621|At noon on a gray moor, 2621|When winds were wild and cold, 2621|A farmer lay sick and dying 2621|For lack of cheer. 2621|His coat and his sloe-skin bag 2621|Hung down his double-bed. 2621|His night-cap white, his day-cap green, 2621|Hung from the moor-mast's top, 2621|And he lay there in the morn 2621|With his heart and his life to sleep. 2621|They buried his soul in a shroud, 2621|The old churchyard that grieves, 2621|And a black hen sat on his heart, 2621|And a black cock flew by. 2621|A year ago, the little brown bird 2621|Brought me to this green pasture lot; 2621|It sang so loud and clear, 2621|"O, where will you go to, my pretty red bird 2621|Under the willow tree, all bare and gray, 2621|O, where will you go to? 2621|"I'm going far away, 2621|I'm going far away, 2621|To the country far away, 2621|The place where little red birds build their nests, 2621|O, far away! 2621|"I love the grass so well, 2621|I love the earth so well,-- 2621|I love my mother all the more, I love my brook, 2621|O, far away! 2621|"I know where I shall go, 2621|I know the ways I shall go 2621|That tell me home is far away, my pretty red bird, 2621|O, far away!" 2621|Then down the hill a little brook came, and sat and smiled, 2621|And near him there crept a squirrel and rabbit, too: 2621|"O, what will you give us," said the old brook, "for to live 2621|Here in the field, and have a view of the green?" 2621|The old brook laughed out loud, and said, "I'll let them be, 2621|But I'll give them food, and live in the wood, my pretty red bird, 2621|O, far away! 2622|"I'll let them have a leaf, 2622|Let them have a bud,-- 2622|But I'll never let my baby to the old country go, 2622|For my head grows dark and heavy with thinking, my little bird, 2622|O, where will you go? 2622|How many states are that journey from New Hampshire to Maine? 2622|You must take me back a whole year to New Hampshire again, 2622|And you must tell my mother that you took me out over the sea, 2622|And you must tell my brothers and sisters, "Come from the south of the 2622|And you must tell my sisters and me, "You were out on the sea, 2622|On a little brown boat with a green feather, 2622|A golden sail, two brown eyes, and a small white hand. 2622|When you are home again you must tell your mother 2622|How our little brown boat sailed away over the sea." 2622|Then the old spring-head 2622|Grew and stood upright, 2622|As she held her breath, 2622|And the water flowed from head to foot, 2622|So that never more, 2622|From the north or south, 2622|In the spring-time flow. 2622|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 15740 ======================================== 1304|Sought the bright Sun, they went to seek 1304|The world's bright centre; they did find 1304|No centre, but ever round 1304|New worlds were formed; and this they found 1304|Far other worlds than theirs had been. 1304|Spite of their great Creator's law 1304|They built for heaven a different place: 1304|For reason taught me, they did bring 1304|An angel with me, whom they brought. 1304|I see the golden meanest beam 1304|Of their fair sunshine fell 1304|In my sorrow's little wintry bed, 1304|I feel the balm of thy balmy breast: 1304|If for one moment they had stayed 1304|They would not weep for me that hour: 1304|And if they had kept their promise kept, 1304|My grief would vanish into air! 1304|But the great sun doth not abide 1304|Longer than he doth shine 1304|On a world that doth increase. 1304|He goes away, as do those three, 1304|And the next sun that follows after; 1304|He goes away and sets in flame 1304|All the little worlds that do believe: 1304|But I do thrive, although I die, 1304|And the fair sun that came not near 1304|Shines on worlds that live, and have your kind: 1304|This I have seen, and this I feel, 1304|And this my grief is proof:--and I live! 1304|'TWAS as if the trees themselves, 1304|And not the air, 1304|Contracted all their singing power 1304|To drown 1304|The thunder of the sky: 1304|'Twas as if the birds did sigh 1304|A commoner air 1304|Than ever filled the throat of Cain 1304|With empty fear; 1304|'Twas as if no useful thought 1304|Had entered in the soul of prayer; 1304|--And such a solemn calm there was 1304|As might have lifted, from the earth, 1304|The broken lumps of pebble and of stone, 1304|And made them all one living mass; 1304|--Such as the poets paint of old, 1304|When death was hid in gloom-- 1304|Could never be, nor there was born 1304|That meditative, meditative power 1304|Which makes us think more, feel more, deem more, 1304|Than we have ever thought, or will till now.--ED. 1304|IN the name of the Empress, who 1304|Will shield me from so dire a fate? 1304|--And then, perhaps, a soft embrace; 1304|Forgive me, my dear, before I go.-- 1304|So saying, in adoration down 1304|She seized him by the middle, and threw 1304|Her body on him in its stead; 1304|While he, with trembling, dropt to ground 1304|As dead, and fell back, sobbing, like a leaf 1304|That, torn by the hurricane, breaks on the land. 1304|--He had, indeed, gone, like those who go to a fair; 1304|But we shall never see him more. 1304|And we shall never see his memory; 1304|We know not, we scarcely can guess, 1304|The anguish that o'er his mournful dust 1304|Has moved from our hearts, the passion that slew 1304|Such a great and good man,--it was so sad, 1304|It half forgot him, and half I killed him! 1304|'Twas a black cloud that hid so dark a star-- 1304|It looked so strange,-- 1304|And in that darkening mist, his ghost, 1304|Like some dread shape in a dream, had crossed 1304|The room, and hung aloft by the light 1304|Of his dead eyes. 1304|I knew not that he looked so strange, 1304|For I saw him, but this was strange, 1304|For I knew not that he looked so bright, 1304|For I saw him, but this was strange, 1304|For I knew not what to think or say. 1304|O, with how silent love, but now 130 ======================================== SAMPLE 15750 ======================================== 5184|Thus answered the ancient wife, 5184|"In no wise shall you harm me; 5184|Worse than the forest-bear, I vow, 5184|Thou shall not do it." 5184|Ilmarinen, therefore, 5184|Draws his mighty sword, 5184|To the forehead of Pohyola, 5184|To the neck of Northland's champion, 5184|Sends him bounding through the village, 5184|Over hill and valley, 5184|Through the heath, and through the woodlands, 5184|Till at length he meets a maiden, 5184|On the wayside nymphs have left him, 5184|In a thousand villages, 5184|Hither brought by faerie. 5184|Thus the bride to answer answers: 5184|"I have heard, your incantations, 5184|Witches, fairies, and elves informed me 5184|Of your coming, my beloved, 5184|Where your father harries, 5184|Where your mother rears you. 5184|Cannot hope you to my tribe-folk, 5184|Cannot hope you for a husband, 5184|When as yet there are not rovers 5184|From the distant hills of Suomi, 5184|From the kingdoms of the night-wind, 5184|From the cruel wars of yore!" 5184|Thus the bride-mother saith naught; 5184|Sayeth she will send her daughter 5184|To the nations of creation, 5184|Thus reveal her secret sheep-pits, 5184|Thus expose her vineyards, 5184|Where she leads the fated cattle, 5184|In the distant regions, 5184|To the southern home of doors. 5184|Thereupon the bride-mother 5184|Flies in earnest to Wainola, 5184|To the kingdom of Tuoni, 5184|To the dungeons of Manala, 5184|Slyly spake the ancient mother: 5184|"I shall not go to steal thy daughter, 5184|Neither bring thee my child to kiss; 5184|There are grown a hundred heroes, 5184|On the walls of Kalevala, 5184|There are strong and jealous witches, 5184|There are thousands come to steal it." 5184|Still she thinks in vain, the bridegroom 5184|Hastens forward to Wainola, 5184|To the kingdom of Tuoni, 5184|To the dungeons of Manala, 5184|Hastens hither, hurriedly, 5184|Hitherward she scampers homeward; 5184|Only stays to ask her question 5184|If the meaning be her mother. 5184|Louhi, hostess of Pohyola, 5184|Ancient, toothless dame of Northland, 5184|Ancient Sharona, soulless sister, 5184|Thus addresses maiden Wainamoinen: 5184|"How fared the bridegroom at Pohyola? 5184|Flower of the North and West trees, 5184|Did he survive to wed the rapacious? 5184|If so, how fares the husband?" 5184|Wainamoinen, wise and ancient, 5184|Thus replied in thoughtful accents: 5184|"The young wife survives to wed the wizard, 5184|Sits beside his chair in envy, 5184|To succeed the old in home-services, 5184|Not to serve the old in pleasure; 5184|On the throne of Sariola, 5184|In the chair of Eastern wisdom, 5184|Knows the value of her station, 5184|Serves the throne of ancient honor, 5184|Well the young wife understands it, 5184|How to serve the ancient throne-table." 5184|Wainamoinen, wise and ancient, 5184|Anxious still to appease her, 5184|Thus addressed the lovely maiden, 5184|Gave this answer to his question: 5184|"Know I well the cares of marriage, 5184|Wished the young should inherit, 5184|Wished the old should hold the pleasure 5184|That the young pleases bring me, 5184|Better be rewarded than exiled, 5184|Better be exiled than useless." 5184|Then the lovely maiden answered, 5184| ======================================== SAMPLE 15760 ======================================== 19226|When the snow begins to sleet 19226|And my feet are weary, 19226|Let us take a walk, dear, 19226|Along the paths of love. 19226|Let's find the roses 19226|And the lilies 19226|In the fields behind us, 19226|Where the snow is still. 19226|Let's walk the fields without, 19226|Filling our souls with glee. 19226|All the lovely flowers 19226|And every quiet nook 19226|With their soft enchanting breaths 19226|Let us sing to please you, 19226|Sweet-voiced lassies 19226|Blithe as lilies, gay as lilies. 19226|Let us find the rose, dewy, 19226|With its golden hearts, and spread them 19226|Every where, like gushing dew 19226|That fell upon a dead leaf. 19226|Let us walk the rose-beds! 19226|Sweeping and soft as winds 19226|That blow from the green earth, 19226|Let us wander through them 19226|And bring back their warm breath 19226|From the earth, and gather it 19226|In the fragrant bosoms 19226|Of the roses of love. 19226|O the roses of love! 19226|O the rose-beds of life! 19226|O the paths where we go, 19226|And the stars that watch us pass! 19226|O the gentle paths of youth! 19226|I am tired of my life. 19226|I have tired of love, and of all 19226|That the heart must cherish and hold dear, 19226|And my heart is weary and sad, 19226|And I cannot look into the sun. 19226|'Tis not what I wish for the least 19226|That I must give my purpose heed; 19226|But what I must give for these eyes 19226|To see as I see. 19226|O the roses of love! 19226|O the rose-beds of life! 19226|O the gentle paths of youth! 19226|O, but when I go away 19226|From the haunts and the haunts of men, 19226|From the land of their bread and wine, 19226|O, when I leave the land of pain, 19226|Will my heart still be a burning stone? 19226|Nay! it is the land of life, 19226|And I see no other heaven so fair. 19226|And I wish to the far-off stars 19226|That gleam afar as a child looks up 19226|On the smiling sky, 19226|Farewell, O traveller, for we meet no more 19226|On the long sea-road, or in the far-off North. 19226|And mayhap ere spring shall bring again 19226|The dewy kiss of morning on her feet, 19226|Or summer's heat in Autumn's golden urn, 19226|I shall sit, watching, by the lonely sea. 19226|'Tis the hour of prayer and of sacrifice, 19226|When, through a haze, above the earth 19226|The rosy-ribbed moon, with all her quiring stars, 19226|Rolls slowly on her upward way: 19226|And while I sit alone with sorrow and sin, 19226|And think upon my sin, and on my life, 19226|I turn to her, with prayerful heart and pure, 19226|And say: Behold, O sweet, for thee, 19226|The ways of the Lord, and of his might! 19226|And yet, O sweet, I know, beyond the sphere 19226|Of the pale stars and the white clouds--I know-- 19226|There is some far-off sunny land 19226|With roofs as smooth... 19226|... And roofs as white... 19226|For me the earth is not so fair 19226|After all, and the sun is not too bright, 19226|And flowers never grow where the earth is laid; 19226|For I have known a flower 19226|Before the sun's own pale-yellow beam 19226|And found the flower 19226|To be like the flowers of the earth. 19226|A flower for which the earth would grieve, 19226|A flower for which the heart ======================================== SAMPLE 15770 ======================================== 29700|I heard it, and my heart began to thrill, 29700|As I beheld the white curtain fall. 29700|"Come forth from the shadows, O sweet love! 29700|Lift up a look of joy on thy dear husband." 29700|And, as he took the lamp in his golden hand, 29700|A sudden glory filled the world of men. 29700|"O thou, who hast made the world go well!" 29700|The happy land of France cried aloud, 29700|"'T is thine to end it--this to-morrow, good night! 29700|Hark! in the moon's bright light I behold thee stand, 29700|The child of God and heaven--to-morrow, good night!" 29700|"Sweet love, for pity's sake!" cried young Barbara, 29700|"Wilt thou not give to us a parting kiss?" 29700|"My child, good night! be comforted awhile, 29700|Good morrow to thee, if aught of good 29700|Hath passed since I was born of God and thee." 29700|"Sweet love, good morrow and blessing, I yield! 29700|Thy hand my heart shall clasp, if a blissful word 29700|Bide true, and have no more cause to be wail'd. 29700|"Good morrow, good night! the night is black-- 29700|Good morrow, good night!" said Barbara earnestly. 29700|"If ye have loved me for a time, have mercy, God; 29700|Thou know'st it well, who giveth most. 29700|"If ye have loved me for a while, have mercy, God; 29700|Thine is a handful of gold, that shall save 29700|The poor man from the wretched though thy love 29700|Be evermore as constant as a star, 29700|"And give to every poor man whom thou canst move 29700|The crown of glory above the poor man's dust, 29700|And keep his heart from parching within his breast. 29700|"And the poor man's heart, once fed with charity, 29700|The heart is all too tasteless in the end, 29700|And his strength has done its work, and his life hath lain 29700|On dead Jesus' shoulders, and no pity hath been. 29700|"Sweet love, good morrow, and blessing, I yield." 29700|"Blessed be that heart which has been good to me! 29700|Blessed be that heart which God hath kept for me." 29700|"I have felt that breast as God's own homely breast, 29700|And God hath planted me a loving heart 29700|In thee, who my dear friend art thou to me! 29700|I will dwell on thee, and watch thy quiet sky 29700|Above the homes of angels, and thy love 29700|Shall teach my soul to mourn for all the rest 29700|Of earth, where aught is to be fondly done. 29700|"I will sit by thee, and watch thy quiet sky, 29700|And see thy peace shine out upon mine own; 29700|I will know that hour, and think of thee the while, 29700|And breathe into thy still breathing, God, a vow." 29700|"Sister, I will wait 29700|For this to come, and then 29700|With gentle prayer, and words 29700|Grateful, I will kneel to thee 29700|And pledge thee with meekness." 29700|"I will wait, and wait," said Barbara; "but thou, 29700|Whom God hath chosen, 29700|I will not let thee rest 29700|In sadness, or in wrath, 29700|Till I have blest thee." 29700|"Oh! what shall I do, if thou shouldst come 29700|And seek me?" said the young, bold Barbara. 29700|"I will come--" But no more said the boy, 29700|"I will come--I will come with thee," he said; 29700|"I will come--with our little daughter-- 29700|I have heard her voice calling," said the man. 29700|"He will come soon; the summer sun 29700|And its green warmth shall melt his heart," she said; 29700|"I will seek him ======================================== SAMPLE 15780 ======================================== 2863|To a bed in the parlour, where the light is 2863|On the walls; 2863|The room is dim; my thoughts are on a world 2863|That is dying, with all its good and ill. 2863|"Well, I've a thing to-morrow! Good-by, sweetheart! 2863|What would I not give now for your sweet, dear face!" 2863|Thus I've made a promise, though the price be dear. 2863|How long? it matters not to me, whether dear 2863|Or dear the promise, I remember now. 2863|When you have lived, you'll say, in your own bright light, 2863|And your mind to me will be still, and free, 2863|And your head not bowed with all the weight 2863|Of thoughts old. I ask not now if it be true 2863|You will live to-morrow. Dear, when you forget, 2863|I, who have missed you, and have had, indeed, 2863|Only a day with you, and have been in pain, 2863|For an hour or so, before your eyes' sweet light 2863|Gleams forth again, your heart again in pain. 2863|I do not ask that you will, in your own light, 2863|Remember all I've done for you, or all I have missed. 2863|Dear love, this is the way of love, that men remember 2863|What the great master, Time, has granted them. 2863|They are glad, and if this is a sin, that is also part. 2863|They would rather they had died in their prime, 2863|Poured out upon the ground in great carnage, 2863|Than had lived for aught that time should give or withhold. 2863|I was full of dreams that morning in that street 2863|When you and I had spoken of the things to do. 2863|I was full of dreams when you and I had stood 2863|And wondered at the world. What did I know then 2863|Of the bitter fruit of mine own dreamless days? 2863|We were young, and yet we knew what it meant 2863|To be old in our youth. Time is old in me. 2863|You have told me of the coming of a day, 2863|And I have heard your words, and read your words. 2863|And I know what the fruits of what my dream foretold, 2863|And I foretell what the fruit is. And so, 2863|I foretell that Time in his own time will steal 2863|The last great gift that Time gave him to me. 2863|How long? I tell you, and I tell you plainly, 2863|I do not know. I only know 2863|I miss you, and I miss 2863|One who loved you once, 2863|One who always will be near 2863|And who will love me. I shall find 2863|A new love in your hands, 2863|And I shall know of that new love 2863|How long it is, how dear. 2863|But it has come upon me this late 2863|To keep Love's secret. And I wait. 2863|You may not know it this late. 2863|It can be any more. 2863|The dark has come upon me; 2863|A cry of anguish, like the cry 2863|Of some strong heart with anguish in it, 2863|From a heart that, in the darkness, 2863|Forgot its own anguish. 2863|The dark hath taken my soul 2863|On to the dark: it is there; 2863|For I forget the great, cold hills 2863|Where my spirit used to be. 2863|I forget the grassy plains, the little rills 2863|Where my beloved once went swimming; 2863|The green, sweet meadows, the great, clear, deep streams 2863|Where I used to lie free and warm. 2863|That's all o'er. I know not where I am, 2863|Where I used to be; and I don't care 2863|If I'm now in the dark. 2863|I only know when I recall 2863|A little garden-close, 2863|And an old house and grey brick ======================================== SAMPLE 15790 ======================================== 25340|"Oh! what is that which he is not to have!" 25340|"I know not, sir." -- "I'll soon be back again!" 25340|"Now, what is he to do?" "'Tis well; 25340|He doth make a glorious image to the sight." 25340|"It is the great chief of Morvale to the gate." 25340|"I saw 'em in Paris a fortnight since, 25340|In their last battle with the Lombards." 25340|"What did the king of Arragon do?" 25340|"The king of Arragon did but sail to sea, 25340|His navy to the Sandwich Islands." 25340|"What was his message to the sea?" said she. 25340|"He sent a long and beautiful set of charts 25340|To King Bruges, that he might know the cause[s] 25340|Of all his wars; and whatsoe'er they cost 25340|He thought he might have well repaid that price 25340|By the good faith and skill of the old man." 25340|The old man, who, like the rest of the world, 25340|Had felt the weight of the great world's cares,[v] 25340|To be with Morvale and with Ellenmere-- 25340|To be with them was his highest honour--[v] 25340|Said, "May I come, my dear, to-morrow day!" 25340|And they went away on the day of the feast. 25340|What a pity that the old man had died! 25340|But they took him to Ellenmere, where now 25340|(With his old coat and his old head-cap, too) 25340|The venerable and faithful youth[z] is laid;[a] 25340|And one says: "Here's good old Tom to kiss our beard!" 25340|But one says: "Let's leave such old friends to men; 25340|The time is ripe for a changed friendship, I fear, 25340|"And thus it will, and has been for years and years! 25340|The time has now arrived, the time has now arrived 25340|When this love shall be realized; the hour is now come, 25340|"When the great sun, the great sun, the greatest sun, 25340|Shall light that love on many a world-wandering eye, 25340|And his bright beam shall shine on many a land and town." 25340|Then said the old man, with his dark-blue eyes: 25340|"I am here, but not alone. I am here, and I 25340|Am friend and associate of all good and bad; 25340|"And now, to-day, and ever now, and evermore, 25340|I am loved of all, with love that never will die. 25340|What ailing am I?--I could tell you, dear friend: 25340|Your heart is at rest; the world stands still to hear. 25340|How, at the name of this poor loving friendship, 25340|The heart of my old man all its sorrows thrills! 25340|"But what is ailing you?--I love you more, 25340|I love you more; your friends I love with all my soul; 25340|And I could not be where you would not be, dear friend, at all." 25340|The old man was in a sorry plight, 25340|And in his ears the sighings of the wind; 25340|The night came on; he could not see at all, 25340|As through a forest, from a little tree, 25340|The moon rise, before the gloaming was done, 25340|A moon so dimly, yet so clear and bright: 25340|He knew that it was coming--and he feared, 25340|As one that knows a grievous doom around him, 25340|That 'twas the very hour of all his pain. 25340|And this was not his only grief, which lay 25340|Like fire and flood upon the old man's heart, 25340|Who scarce had time to count three or four 25340|Of the wild waves which rushed against his face; 25340|Whilst all around him he could see and hear 25340|The voices of the angry and the bold, 25340|Who would not bear all, and would not own his right-- 25340|And thus he was, ======================================== SAMPLE 15800 ======================================== 17270|And I hope ye wyl not for to shrow 17270|At your great paine, I prayes 17270|For my selfe, I would say good night, 17270|And yf I were a Knight to see you, 17270|I wil make yee all one bit. 17270|Now I believe, that ye wyl say good night, 17270|And all of your selfe for me, 17270|And that ye wyl neuer feare, that ye wyl say good night 17270|And that ye wyl neuer feare. 17270|And if that I have erred not of right, 17270|I wil of my selfe make yee 17270|And for your goodnes and your gree, 17270|I wil have none to see yee. 17270|I pray you on your bed of silk and sack, 17270|But yf you be not in bed before that, 17270|I wyl not soothly go to your bed, 17270|For I shal neuer come againe to yee. 17270|For yf I were in bed before that, 17270|I shal not so gladly dee, 17270|For I shal ne veraly telle yee 17270|Whome I did neither make, 17270|But it shal be the same to bothe, 17270|That yf yvn shal be sauor to yow, 17270|Whom I ne wolde bring to nought. 17270|Al were I in a cloath of golde and powres 17270|Sitting with twelve of chamberlein 17270|And yre of honyamore, but I neuer shal 17270|Sitt in a chamber, it is bad behynde, 17270|For they will make it full oer 17270|Wherfore I would have you shende, 17270|That I shal be a myle of goodnes 17270|That I can do nought, at my owne coste 17270|But I will make a bed for yewes, 17270|That you may be contented 17270|Of any one that wyll be 17270|Or ever I come to you, 17270|So that they may contented 17270|Bring me oute of the way. 17270|This ye booke wch hath me fethered for a long 17270|And long time, that ther may be no respyne 17270|Of man, in this worlde, to suery other place 17270|But that he shal be sure, with so bifore his hewe 17270|To be contented, 17270|And as yis I wyll that yf he hadde lyve, 17270|Shall he not be contented? 17270|Ye shalte not longe 17270|Kisse him, but hold him faste fast on his defaltee, 17270|And let no little toyt, 17270|But be himselfe in his servyse. 17270|For whiche I haue said in this manere. 17270|Yet yf he wyll not lette them, fere ye wel, 17270|I pray God pity them, 17270|Ne no rewarde me of any thing 17270|Ne of loue, for they shal none al ne sulde: 17270|And so that you be contented, 17270|Of any one to come from you 17270|That hath the craft of love to rome to kepe: 17270|Lorde, I wyll be contente your manere 17270|And kepe you contented. Now if that it fare 17270|And I come up in a bedde 17270|With whome yeeres that are yong and so 17270|That I ne may not have my bratide, 17270|Yet yf I you praye, that yt be your lote 17270|Yift furth ylle and you lym the same: 17270|Lorde, I wyll be contente yt, 17270|And yf yt be ylle wel, I fare you wel. 17270|He answered no, but gan adde grace 17270|Of his great faith, and in this wise he seyde. 17270|Come now, and I will ======================================== SAMPLE 15810 ======================================== 35190|For to be wyde as I hadde done. 35190|aEuro~Be no more fayne, man and wife, 35190|Yf that ye will, out of my might~.aEuro(TM) 35190|aEuro~I wyll not soe,aEuro(TM) quod Torrent, 35190|aEuro~and sawe,aEuro(TM) he againe. 35190|aEuro~Lord,aEuro(TM) she said, aEuro~hys ware!aEuro(TM) 35190|aEuro~Thow art the way,aEuro(TM) quod Torrent, 35190|aEuro~My leve,aEuro(TM) quod Kynge wyse, 35190|And thou hast done a wonder thing! 35190|Whom sekernes sayst thou lovest wel, 35190|And hast no fere,aEuro(TM) quod he. 35190|aEuro~By the pater Nycholas,aEuro(TM) said her, 35190|aEuro~Sir, douthe take of hir yeccans, 35190|So fote ye ever it be, 35190|Thow shalt be here to yonder shore.aEuro(TM) 35190|Torrent wroghte him to the pryme 35190|And to the way he wente: 35190|aEuro~Dere be no more sleightes, 35190|For god be no thowre.aEuro(TM) 35190|Torrent goes to the castle, 35190|That of the Griffin doth bee. 35190|aEuro~God thy fetyse,aEuro(TM) quod she, 35190|For a-wroughte thy fader is!aEuro(TM) 35190|aEuro~Fetyse,aEuro(TM) she said, at he. 35190|aEuro~Syr,aEuro(TM) seyd Torrent, aEuro~have no fear, 35190|Me schalt a-hinter yonder yet. 35190|I shall nat be alone, 35190|Whan I to the sea come, 35190|For God y-brought me to the kyng.aEuro(TM) 35190|Torrent goes to the house of Duke Eustace, 35190|The Duke doth make a great noisee, 35190|He saith that he wyll fynde him a wyfe, 35190|And also a chylding wyfe. 35190|To come to his castle 35190|A seknesse he hath made, 35190|He wyse men schalt take rest. 35190|Be thou nere out, lady faire, 35190|And, lady say and wyse, 35190|Thou shalt wyte my deeth to me. 35190|aEuro~I wyll nat,aEuro(TM) quod Torrent, 35190|aEuro~Lengere,aEuro(TM) she seyde, aEuro~I telle thee, 35190|Natheles, of me thy childre is, 35190|For my son scholde he ryde: 35190|And he wol never be thre. 35190|Thogh he come of a wysman good, 35190|As he wolde, telle him thou. 35190|He wol be thy deeth~, 35190|For thy sonne he hath thee lyght. 35190|Sone away in haste, 35190|And hym wol me thyder take, 35190|And take him to his meryght. 35190|With hym to thy chambre go, 35190|Be thyde thy seruauntes se, 35190|As I wolde fayn to doo, 35190|Tyl they neuer wolde me fayne.aEuro(TM) 35190|aEuro~Yf god he so would, 35190|He wolde he were my child?aEuro(TM) 35190|With hir be the fairest wyfe!aEuro(TM) 35190|Tyll a dayyte I toke the way 35190|Gentiles I was neyther lyke, 35190|But a knyght full of moche ferd. 35190| ======================================== SAMPLE 15820 ======================================== 19385|He was a braw lad o' foot, yet blithe and gay; 19385|And though his hair was black, and though his eyes were blue, 19385|He had a mind to cheer the hearts o' the maids, 19385|The auld matron, the young shepherdess, and me. 19385|The brawling scripper, whose name is known in the South, 19385|Saw him the twain, on a summer's day, sit down; 19385|And, as they maun sit, they chat as lang as may be, 19385|With the gowden curls 'neath bonnets o' bramble thatch, 19385|That curl'd his cheek to a roseate, bloomin' glow; 19385|Oh! how those lovely curls did a' grow down. 19385|'Twas aye the brawling scripper he loved to court, 19385|The greenest o' the langest castel, as he talked; 19385|While a' the rest o' our merry shepherds gan stare, 19385|Wi' looks o' sullen surprise, on the brawling scripper. 19385|He's walthy, braw, braw, but the poor scripper canna be, 19385|When he hears the brawling scrawls on his tongue sae lang; 19385|He is only a brawling fellow, and a brawling son, 19385|The brawling, brawling scripper in Lainglockenshire. 19385|Oh, would that I were that brawling boy sae mean! 19385|To sit in the corner and chat wi' the old scripper; 19385|Then on the red-skin, sae dark as the dawn, 19385|We'd jock up the corn-bin, and make it clapt sae sair, 19385|And then wad make a hash o' the corn-bin wi' braw. 19385|Aye, would that I were that brawling braw, 19385|For, lang as I lo'e my Jack, I lo'e my Willie! 19385|If it's the brawling scripper, when there's auld or young, 19385|There's nane in a' the clans i' a' the valley left sae wae; 19385|I'll gang a-town, and I'll gang a-town, 19385|The lads shall be jaupin and braw, 19385|And the lasses shall tak' to their bridal, 19385|For it's bonnie a day's the fair in May, 19385|The rose-bud, wi' the thorny tow, 19385|Is blooming fair at the fair in May 19385|At every fairs I am going to see. 19385|The carline in her cithern silk hat, 19385|The croppy lady, and gowk noo sham, 19385|The laddie that gars my bosom swell, 19385|And the lady that's sae just like me. 19385|The lady that's sae just like me. 19385|The carline in her cithern silk hat, 19385|The croppy lady, and she_lwys,_ 19385|The lady that's sae just like me. 19385|The carline in her cithern silk hat, 19385|The croppy lady, and the_lwys,_ 19385|The lady that's sae just like me. 19385|The gowk noo sham, I maun stop him, 19385|For I think they're sae crude and coarse, 19385|And then I'll gang a-town, an' I'll gang a-town, 19385|I'll bang their brains amang the lave, 19385|The rascal that raps on the toun-floor, 19385|I'll bawl at him and call him coward, 19385|And when he turns up his nostril down. 19385|The rascal that raps on the toun-floor, 19385|I'll blow a loud, a long, a deep, 19385|And then a long time it's licht and lee, 19385|For I'll haud my gowd a-lan', 19385|I'll bite that rascal that's baith leal and ======================================== SAMPLE 15830 ======================================== 8187|Who with the last and loveliest of souls 8187|Will rise to reach the skies at last. 8187|Then hail it well, as from the skies 8187|It rises to the light of day, 8187|And be the guardian of the young, 8187|And comfort them as in love. 8187|There is a bird in London--a bird I've heard 8187|From many a shire and many a town of folk-- 8187|But who was he that brought him to _my_ town? 8187|Nay, boy! (he whispers) but mind him well-- 8187|He'll many a day be here, if I don tarry. 8187|When first in this world I set eyes on thee, 8187|It was as thou wert yesterday I knew thee; 8187|In thee I found immortality; 8187|Thy very breath was like the summer air, 8187|Fresh as the dew upon the orchard boughs;-- 8187|Like thee, thou still art, and thou still shalt be. 8187|I may not ask thee now for any occupation; 8187|I may not ask where thy home was ere thou wert driven; 8187|Thou art my very Castle!--for this I fear me, 8187|Though never a tear thy latest form shall dower; 8187|And though my lips may e'er a tear give to thee, 8187|Yet--thou _is_ to me still sunshine and moonlight. 8187|If, as I say, I come not next, remember me, 8187|And while I sleep I'll be thy fondest frien's; 8187|I shall not cease, till my last task shall be done, 8187|Nor cease till the great heart of England 8187|Shall feel that _our_ land has found the _best_ King! 8187|Oh! many a king has gone before, 8187|Too brave for glory to aspire; 8187|Who died at Mareotis, and left us his fame. 8187|And when he died, he died to save, 8187|And when his kingdom was dissolved, 8187|The King and I were reconciled. 8187|_The King and I_--let's dream that he 8187|Now lives at Magi the Martyr; 8187|At Magi the Martyr have we met; 8187|His crown and scepter have all pass'd away; 8187|And even his laurels are no more: 8187|But, tho' that crown, with all its silver hoary, 8187|Still lingers on the ground about, 8187|I think the laurel will not long endure. 8187|But the _martyr's_ glory is more pure, I'm glad to see, 8187|Because 'tis the most high and holy thing, 8187|And has the best claim to rank among the things 8187|That can be known the most to God dear, 8187|Because it has been by the Martyrs known. 8187|The martyr's bright martyrdom I've long been fond of; 8187|And still in remembrance of their high renown, 8187|I longs that laurels should again grow there. 8187|The Martyrs are not saints, _howe'er_ they are _howe'er_ 8187|I'm grateful for the crown _they've_ attain'd; 8187|And they, too, to those who would _their_ laurels claim, 8187|May they, if they will, their place obtain. 8187|For the same cause, tho' the Martyr's laurel might, 8187|On some pious heart, be worse than vain; 8187|_They_ have no title to the crown they shed, 8187|And _there_, they are not martyrs, indeed! 8187|'Tis my belief that in all times before and after 8187|The Martyr's name was dead or unknown, 8187|The blood of the martyrs have shed fresh wine, 8187|And their white hair, as they did shine before-- 8187|Whether the world was in want or in peace, 8187|The martyr's dark glory may have been bright! 8187|Of all the ills which afflict this earthly clime, 8187|That black disease called Death, I hate the sore most: 8187|And with a heart ======================================== SAMPLE 15840 ======================================== 3023|Her dear, old, friend. 3023|I thought of that when you said 'twas a shame 3023|To let you see such things; 3023|When I saw you take a small thing so fine, 3023|A life, in your own way, so noble, sweet,-- 3023|Such little things as she. 3023|A wise woman should not make her own way! 3023|No more of that! 3023|Then see, how fair she seems! 3023|A woman's hands, 3023|She wears her golden ringlets in her eyes, 3023|(Such little bells as we have never seen!) 3023|Where'er we gaze she seems so great, so fair, 3023|That all our hearts with pleasure beat; 3023|And ever, in the world's broad avenue, 3023|Circles her smiling view, 3023|Whirls her, all her beauty's flame and rapture through 3023|The streets they roam along, 3023|And with a smile 3023|Blends her presence with a city's noise, 3023|A city's life and din! 3023|In a world like that, 3023|What is the use of all the songs we sing? 3023|Nought we can bring our loves and joys to bear on, 3023|It's all for the love of her on whose brow we rely, 3023|In a world like this, 3023|What is the use of all the great we strive for? 3023|Only the toil and care of love, aye! 3023|Ah! 'twere the very peace of life, I swear! 3023|And the truest words of praise 3023|Would she still be hidden and alone, 3023|To sit here in a world like this! 3023|(They make haste in all directions to enclose with her the handkerchief-- 3023|"Why, this seems to be the best of all! 3023|Why should we care about those tears? 3023|She sits with a smile on her face,-- 3023|I think we should have a play! 3023|What is that, a golden ringlet, you haint, 3023|Or what are the tiny bells? 3023|Then let us go and play. 3023|Come here, my little lady, be still, 3023|We hear her softly whisper, "Sleep, 3023|Sleep, my babe, and we'll watch and pray, 3023|Until at length that hour appear, 3023|When we shall awake and think all things over." 3023|Oh, my dear baby, (so much I know), 3023|And how you cried, when first I told you so, 3023|With such unquiet voice! 3023|I could weep and whisper, but how 3023|Would you be then so dull and sad? 3023|Then, for all my words, a whisper now! 3023|My dear! you've been so wild and bold, 3023|It has been a fearful thing to hear; 3023|And yet, you never will lie still, 3023|You'll only whistle soon! 3023|Aye, I know! 3023|Aye aye! 3023|I heard your mother laugh with joy 3023|When father came from war, 3023|To look upon you--a babe once more. 3023|I saw your father, and my sweet 3023|Mother, too, who said 3023|That I was quite a grown up doll, 3023|In such a raggish way with them, 3023|That even my own father thought 3023|(Which might have much amused you, dearie) 3023|That I was rather too old. 3023|But, oh! 3023|What good, what joy the mother showed, 3023|When she found her little daughter not quite dead! 3023|And when she put her arms round me, and clasp'd my neck! 3023|Ah, you, my own! (and you are not quite dead, alas!) 3023|You're not dead, alas! 3023|Oh, no! 3023|You are not dead, (as you'd wish it so,) 3023|As it were, but very well may be, 3023|In a very bad way. 3023|With what delight to be 30 ======================================== SAMPLE 15850 ======================================== Mayhap I did 18396|Aught by the green grass, or the dew, 18396|Or the dimpling stream, or the sky! 18396|But not by my sorrow know! 18396|Sore and unutter'd woe! 18396|But a blessing, and a boon! 18396|In her eyes my hopes were crown'd, 18396|And the glories of my youth, 18396|Shone brighter than my foes! 18396|And 'tis sweet when fann'd by one, 18396|As is the morning's ray-- 18396|But when the sun, in pride, 18396|Sits silent as the Dove! 18396|No: her eyes that sorrow fill, 18396|Shall show thee, how I love thee! 18396|The maid in the garden who can tell 18396|To what strange form, or from what stem, 18396|The leafy vines have fallen round 18396|For one to see?-- 18396|--But with her eyes and with her hand 18396|The young woodbine, in joy and woe, 18396|She doth bring. 18396|The maid in the garden where young birds sing 18396|And the green leaves hang, and whisper, tell, 18396|Of what strange song's so wildly sweet, 18396|That each night the moon appears 18396|Among the stars?-- 18396|Who, when the morn comes, in the dark green tree, 18396|Has a doubt thereon to mark her mood? 18396|And hear I in the trees the wail, 18396|Or do they think my fancy's in a trance? 18396|No: her voice speaks not from the string, 18396|Her eyes no glance betray; 18396|Yet as I hear, I feel her soul as clear, 18396|And in her voice. 18396|There's a woman of the North--she goes by names 18396|More fair than those of heaven; she hath a tongue 18396|All o'er like the softest angels' wings, 18396|And a cheek like the dawn's first new-fallen rose. 18396|She hath seen many a cause to blossom in love, 18396|And many a heart-felt beam to waken there, 18396|And a world of beauty from her brows to her eyes; 18396|Yet one mark of the wintry world she hath never, 18396|Though she was heaven's queen. 18396|There's a little child of the soil she may see; 18396|Though all the world like her is dreaming, she 18396|Doth know for her what's in its heart, and in 18396|Its heart, what's in its heart. 18396|There's a youth of a little house near the green, 18396|And a heart as soft as a leaf of May, 18396|Whose little hours all fair days have begun; 18396|Yet thro' an eddy and a twist of thought, 18396|A leaf of thought goes flying by him; 18396|He hears, and he sighs, and he turns away 18396|To the other day's dull heart, where all is dark; 18396|He turns away, and the sunbeam goes 18396|From the green leaf on the tree, to the bright 18396|Spring again! 18396|'Tis the Spring--'tis the Spring! 18396|And the birds are here to sing again, 18396|And the streamlet's laughing with delight, 18396|And all things are glad and gay. 18396|'Tis the Spring--'tis the Spring! 18396|And the flowers are here to spring anew, 18396|And the grass grows soft, and the birds do sing; 18396|And I see the day-star by the rill 18396|Soaring light between the hill 18396|So wide, it is his name for Heaven. 18396|'Tis the Spring--'tis the Spring! 18396|And the sunshine through the pines is there; 18396|As if God's hand from clouds did pass, 18396|For ever with eternal spring. 18396|'Tis the Spring--'tis the Spring! 18396|And the earth is glad of all it has, 18396|And the birds are here, and the nightingale, 18396|And the air, with the ======================================== SAMPLE 15860 ======================================== 30282|Þe{n}ne watȝ of a fayre fissheȝ in þe fayreste, 30282|As þe fyrieste schal of a flete ryȝt, 30282|For a fetyse þat was no fayre in þe seluen: 30282|Alle þ{o}u is wern i{n} þy londe of þy lorde, 30282|Bot þy leve of ryȝt & þy lorde i{n} þise myȝt. 30282|Þat was so þat wat{er} lyttel watȝ myȝt 30282|Þat þ{o}u noȝt þynk hy{m} wed, 30282|& eu{er} þy wedeȝ v{er}go, 30282|Þat þ{o}u wy{n}ne als wote, 30282|How þ{o}u wy{m}me watȝ by mony vncoures, 30282|& þ{o}u wy{m}me aslyp þe wyf, 30282|How þ{o}u wel wyth lyttel þe wodest fowle 30282|Bothe þy fetyse & þy fayr.” 30282|Þe{n}ne lyked & sekern wern lyke, 30282|Þen sayde i{n} her mekeȝ hy{m} seluen, 30282|“& euen as I lyke i{n} worschipe, 30282|So euers i{n} wylful watȝ heȝeȝ, 30282|Þat may þ{o}u wende of þy myȝt.” 30282|Þe{n}ne watȝ i{n} þy londe watȝ ky{n}g; 30282|Þer su{n}eȝ vche a syȝt þy speche, 30282|Þer vpon þy wod{er}eȝ to wyf; 30282|Bot al watȝ as lef, ne lef of nyȝt; 30282|As þe depe day gaf away i{n}-to þe schete, 30282|Þe vengau{n}ce watȝ fors{er}ed þy p{re}saȝt, 30282|Ȝet watȝ neu{er} so bad þe bale, 30282|Whyl þ{o}u deuysen on þy dom þole, 30282|Þ{o}u was neu{er} þyn þ{er} i{n}ne. 30282|The first half of the seventh stanza does not have a line which separates it 30282|beginning from the end. The other half is anachronism: 30282|“Þe{n}ne þe god & he þ{a}t was þ{o}u halde & he{m} wroȝt, 30282|As horeȝ hem lofly, þy lyf-fete hade neu{er} prened, 30282|Þat neu{er} bihynde þer roȝ samee bihinde, 30282|& þ{o}u biholȝ watȝ by hy{m} weder þroȝ hem þat were, 30282|To þe grete ryng, þaȝ lenge þ{o}u nolde hafe, 30282|Bot þ{o}u hade þis vengau{n}ce þy wyt, 30282|Hit lyked hem longe & lygged hem & alle þe gyse, 30282|& he{m} hale wolde haue lenge of þe lofte, 30282|Þaȝ þ{o}u oþ{er} þy{n} hem hade þaȝ longe, 30282|& wern hit not þou{n}t vp-wel ne moȝt; 30282|Þ{ ======================================== SAMPLE 15870 ======================================== 24269|Shall the Phæacians, whose city lies at the entry 24269|Of the deep Cretan deep; I mean the sons of 24269|Phocus. Thus shall they live; but thou who dwell'st 24269|Amid these dwellings, let not any 24269|Of Phæacia e'er approach thine; his presence 24269|I forbid as much by the eternal Gods. 24269|He said; nor any spake, but each his 24269|Deitie to prevent th' attempt, retired to 24269|His chambers of repose, each in his own 24269|The dwelling, and their homes, the Phæacians, 24269|A race of men native to the country. 24269|Then, issuing forth, the Gods with him retired 24269|To their homes, to the fair gardens of Pylos, 24269|Maiden-crown'd Chiron, and great Iälaÿse, 24269|And the city-waster Melampus. But first, 24269|The son of Tydeus, that King of all his host, 24269|His palace to the daughters of the Kings-- 24269|She, who had heard her father speak of her,-- 24269|He summoned forth, and gave both to her; both 24269|To Thoüs gave to Telemachus his bride 24269|His daughter, and he gave the sons of his house, 24269|To Eurymachus a son, a youth unmeet 24269|For womankind, whose only excellence was pace. 24269|A maiden of such graceful feature and of mien 24269|No mortal ever saw, but whom the Gods 24269|Seem'd willing to allow to Telemachus, 24269|For that he nowise wished to take off her veil 24269|And lay before her rosy cheeks a veil 24269|Of golden hue; in love with him she seem'd 24269|As on his other suit his wife enjoined 24269|Responsive service. In her presence thus 24269|Tydides entertain'd, and thus resumed. 24269|I have a son, and other daughters mine, 24269|A son, a mighty ruler, Phæacia's King; 24269|But him some God may scatter evermore, 24269|For we, we are but sons of men; and I 24269|And all, we Phæacians. I alone 24269|Hear now the prophesy and the prophetic fire. 24269|She ended, and all sat awhile in vain, 24269|Till now at length she ceased, and thus revived. 24269|Alas! thy son is dead. Now therefore heed, 24269|And my progeny (if thou wilt obey) 24269|That thou and all may perish in thy cause; 24269|Thou, therefore, must take to thee thy wife, 24269|And send her hence to far distant lands, 24269|If thou the Gods do, as thou hast enow. 24269|To whom then Telemachus, discrete, 24269|Replied, steadfast. But he felt a chill 24269|Possess'd by doubt, which thus he chid again. 24269|Why not at least a wife enjoy at once 24269|An equal in distinction? Why delay? 24269|The marriage market is all set; make haste, 24269|Nor let a virgin's nuptials pass unnoticed! 24269|So saying, he stood, and with a hand he shake'd 24269|A ploughshare; two spurs of brass, and a bough 24269|Of brazen-studded bronze, he press'd to ground, 24269|Next, pressing, with a double vail, tow'd up 24269|A stool of bark, and thence at once to arms 24269|Attire'd, whom cheer'd Iris as she came. 24269|O'er all her limbs fragrant hyacinth wreaths 24269|And myrrh diffus'd, in wide scroll confos'd, 24269|And, by their odorous breath, the air of Troy 24269|With odorous aroma fill'd the court around. 24269|Then Iris, first, with fairest semblance bright 24269|Inviting to the feast the suitors' eyes, 24269|On golden throne placed; a golden goblet 24269|She from the banquet on a silver table 24269| ======================================== SAMPLE 15880 ======================================== 38520|His last word was "Durn ye!" 38520|O'er the dark waves he bore her 38520|In faith and hope unsought; 38520|But the storm came on her, 38520|And O, the soul was dear; 38520|And she could not sing and wait 38520|In church as at home; 38520|Yet in all her dying ways 38520|This sorrow of his, 38520|This parting-love of his, 38520|Was only, "Durn ye!" 38520|Then, turning, on the sea-shore 38520|She laid her body down; 38520|Where, on the day of doom, 38520|The angel watch-fires shone; 38520|Where, on the day of doom, 38520|The day that death shall meet, 38520|And the Lord's judgment-day be 38520|Only, "Durn ye!" 38520|To this day I have made that record, 38520|And many days shall make it; 38520|It must be faithful, in its trust, 38520|Until the judgment-day. 38520|The day shall come, I know not when, 38520|For I believe this most true; 38520|And that is all I have to say 38520|In my memorial. 38520|The judgment day is not to come, 38520|Though I think I see it now; 38520|But as it is to that day, 38520|Let us take it, gladly. 38520|My heart, with many a sad year 38520|Afore me now waits, 38520|Where I was born and bred fore'er 38520|Between the seas. 38520|The year's past; and, when the moon 38520|Hath set once more, 38520|I shall lie in the land of dreams 38520|Where I was born. 38520|My eyes shall see it, and my ears 38520|Shall hear it, and my heart shall know 38520|The mirth that it has known, 38520|Forever, since the day It began 38520|To be. 38520|My life shall pass, of earth and sin 38520|As fair a way, 38520|As e'er was trod upon, as I 38520|To-night shall trod. 38520|My soul, with many a sad year 38520|Afore me now waits, 38520|Shall dwell in the season-land 38520|Afar away; 38520|Or, on some tree there shall be 38520|A lodge of flowers, at peace, 38520|Where many sweet-voiced winds will come 38520|And make a paradise 38520|For me, and none shall know of me 38520|To tell. 38520|There's a stillness in the heart 38520|That would possess the soul, 38520|If it but breathe a word. 38520|And the voice is silent as th' 38520|Injunction 38520|Of the law of motion. 38520|And the silence hath the power 38520|Of one word, or a dozen, 38520|To draw the tears out of my eyes 38520|And the silence hath the power 38520|Of all the tongues in heaven. 38520|Ah, in a world like this 38520|Why should some few, or all, 38520|Such thoughts have power to shake 38520|The spirit with so wild a fear, 38520|And sway some with emotion, 38520|Who have nothing with this in common, 38520|But the wild thoughts of a man 38520|Born to the throne? 38520|I have never been at ease 38520|In the face of any one, 38520|And a few hours in the grave 38520|I can tell of, when my face 38520|Was flushed, as with a crime. 38520|So I will speak and I tell 38520|The tale of each day's past; 38520|It seems the only good-bye 38520|That I could ever make for you 38520|To leave your sin and shame, 38520|And to live more pleasantly, 38520|In the quiet life that's thine, 38520|Than to set up a cause for God, 38520|To tell of evil done, 38520|Of the long ======================================== SAMPLE 15890 ======================================== 8187|To be made in Heaven;--for I, a poor old slave 8187|Of lust and lust's desire, must toil from morn 8187|Till evening,--worship at the cost of thee;-- 8187|Thus must I earn in Hell thy justest grace, 8187|And all in vain to me this bliss is meant! 8187|Alas, what cares I for all this! what cares 8187|I only that beneath my fetters doom 8187|My name has lost--forgett not--my world's fame, 8187|Even in the earth, to those I love and feed 8187|The thought of these I loved, and have not known; 8187|And in that thought is life! alas, that thought 8187|Would give that life to be of God unblest! 8187|The angel in them, to whose eyes I sent 8187|These words of praise, I dare not even dream, 8187|While thus my life was bound, to such a chains 8187|As never bore the slave of man before; 8187|And yet the spirit seemed too warm to fly, 8187|Too deeply in that fetter's chains entwined 8187|To let it fling its freedom;--like the breeze 8187|Upon wild rocks, where none but Alpine thrones 8187|So oft have clung in wildest beauty round, 8187|And only wild winds now can stir the waves. 8187|This was their song, as from their lips they sent 8187|Their praise in words that might have touched the skies; 8187|For which in heaven the light of that heart of theirs 8187|Was lit to such a height, that every spray 8187|Of praise, in heaven, must be an earthlier echo 8187|Than the throned Seraph's to the earthlier ear:-- 8187|"Worship at pleasure,--worship at will: 8187|Worship to every human soul and sense, 8187|Without the least, least stain on holy things." 8187|In heaven alone they worship now, 8187|And there alone, so near to God. 8187|For though they deem that in the human breast 8187|They must obey some more than heavenly law 8187|'Twixt those who worship Him--the worshippers 8187|Of Him in heaven--and those whose brows are rosy 8187|With the new grace which now enchants them; 8187|And though they think that the high God He adoreth, 8187|Is most in harmony with their views, 8187|Yet still within His court are those who bend 8187|To His sweet rites and inure to His law 8187|As if they only live through their deeds: 8187|Some in their hearts so warm, that they would give 8187|Their all to see their Lady bow before Him; 8187|Others would sink within a mile of where 8187|They stand and love Him best whom they adore;-- 8187|And still others, more devout and modest, 8187|Are ready to lay their souls to the altar, 8187|And even wish, tho' they should kneel before Him 8187|For all to worship Him who, in these days, 8187|Has breathed out many a new and wondrous spell, 8187|That even in such a day as this, He might 8187|Breathe forth, ere now, a new creation vast, 8187|Of worlds to circle each with each at ease; 8187|And, still in a world as fair as that there, 8187|Where He could draw them like a single thread 8187|Tied to each other's finger, from where the eye, 8187|Like a star, in a deep-dyed milky dawn, 8187|Pulsed to the music of a thousand joys-- 8187|Would circle with such love, they're sure to bring 8187|A heaven to this the new creation here, 8187|And leave Him, as He comes, in an embrace 8187|Of a new birthright here, while those who kneel 8187|To worship him, would feel--'twas a feeling 8187|That is now like that of birds when their wings 8187|Are open to the sun--that all souls should join 8187|Amid the bliss here, in bliss they should feel:-- 8187|And still the first will be they ======================================== SAMPLE 15900 ======================================== 37155|And the old woman that holds the candle, 37155|"Is the mother that gave you up to me, 37155|And the first I know it that I hear from you; 37155|Have you been happy from day to day?" 37155|The second time the man began to speak: 37155|"I was happy at twelve and not a child, 37155|And at twenty-two is not afraid, 37155|And I know the reasons that made me so." 37155|"Well, you are old," the third old fellow replied, 37155|"And you never shall know the joys of youth; 37155|But this old woman, having been a mother, 37155|Is the reason, and the old man's wife, 37155|That you should live in your old way again. 37155|"For all the joys of your days were mine, 37155|And the reason that you should work and sing 37155|And make merry at all times of the day; 37155|For when I was a woman, who was then 37155|I never had the chance to make games. 37155|"So I said: 'Now I will have a game at first,"' 37155|And lo! I started in my game to play 37155|With all the young men I had to choose from. 37155|"As to dancing, well, I was dancing all, 37155|In the old way, when the people in my street 37155|And all my friends were young and each could see 37155|The joy of a young man's dancing eyes and knees. 37155|"I was a dancer then, my friend, and danced 37155|For a season, and danced and danced away, 37155|And then, when we knew the end we knew too late, 37155|I turned and went back to the house that I 37155|Left of my poor father and mother and friends. 37155|"I danced till I was weary, for I felt 37155|That my man was a better man than me, 37155|And in my dances more like to the man 37155|Than when I went down from the old time to play; 37155|"And I said to myself: 'Here comes another boy, 37155|Or I'll lose him: and when I am old to-morrow 37155|I hope to be better than father was before; 37155|"'But it is very curious that men are good, 37155|And women such as women are bad, I think, 37155|That they care for a daughter, as I did. 37155|"And I never thought of myself as bad as they; 37155|I was quite happy with father's blessing 37155|Who had been so good to all, both his sons, 37155|Eve, and James, and Julia, and one or two 37155|Children of her own. 'Twas quite a jest 37155|To think of their marriage a hundred years hence; 37155|"But I think there's a deeper reason, 37155|Of which I have not heard, nor could say 37155|What they tell me now. 37155|'Twas not in laughter or in tears, 37155|But deep in heart and good desire 37155|For a man to stand for the right, 37155|And speak for his country with all his strength, 37155|And, for God that knows, to lead the way, 37155|Be his own light!" 37155|On March, 23, 1861, the poet William Cullen Bryant, an elected 37155|"I have lived but ill-defined years, and scarcely a minute 37155|To the rest, which, when I turn, will be all too brief. 37155|'Tis but one year yet since I went forth, and came back, 37155|With sword in hand, to Washington, and there I stayed; 37155|To-night I sit here in the same place, and count 37155|The days that have passed and that now fly. 37155|"One night, one night, 37155|I saw the light of life 37155|Come out beneath the mountain's brow; 37155|Some Indian chief was lying, all in white, 37155|And the moon was above him. I turned away 37155|To escape the sight of such--a ghastly sight, 37155|With dripping eyes and bare arm and bleeding breast, 37155|Of ======================================== SAMPLE 15910 ======================================== 1062|Whom the black carrion flies, 1062|But with all his dead and wailing cries, 1062|He comes not back again. 1062|Who has said, "Give in," and loved; 1062|"Let the lover fall and drown;" 1062|Whose life hath been a sad, slow span, 1062|Till this sad life is o'er. 1062|Who hath said, "Love is strong;" 1062|"Drawn through the wilderness together, 1062|One thought of loving found him;" 1062|Whose soul hath been as molten gold, 1062|And still is burning hot. 1062|Who hath said, "Life is short;" 1062|"Things endure for ever"; 1062|Things that he can't create. 1062|What he cannot buy with his breath, 1062|He lives on too with life. 1062|Who hath learned life's secrets; 1062|Life "to feed his thirst;" 1062|To drink his blood in death. 1062|Who hath prayed for life to grow; 1062|Life that "grinds upward;" 1062|And he can pray to go. 1062|And all for a dead bird's wings, 1062|And all for a dead leaf. 1062|And all for a dead bird's wings, 1062|And life that never dies. 1062|O my love is as soft as a spider's web, 1062|And she will not leave me till I make her a new one. 1062|For many and many a day she lives, and is free, 1062|And I am well content if she alone lives to-day. 1062|I can see no reason why she should not be as wise 1062|As the bee that from the hive has just come out again; 1062|For I have drunk of her honey, and I have said, "Bless me! 1062|If I die before that day I shall be sure she lives." 1062|But ah! she lives, I say; what can it matter to you, 1062|If we both die when the honey-bee is long out of fashion? 1062|O no! it must be better that she lives, and you die. 1062|If you must die it will not be as easy for you; 1062|For you can work out your salvation as well as I. 1062|"Be a Christian!" I said to God, as I knelt upon the ground; 1062|"Work out your salvation if you choose, as I can work!" 1062|"I am a poor old man," they said; "we sent you to live with us, 1062|You do as you are bid and we will help you at any rate, 1062|But please lend me an ear, so we may know each other's accounts." 1062|They took my ten sheep from the fold. They knelt down and made 1062|swearing, in which every man acted as if he were tied. 1062|Now when that old man was done with his prayers, and was praying again, 1062|He put on his old coat, and a long new shoe for the dog, 1062|He put on his old hat, and a long new coat, and bow, bow, bow. 1062|I was as full of sorrowful thoughts, as puddled water is full 1062|Of little fish that come out of its waters when the rain is over. 1062|It is a long winter's night, 1062|And snow lies about our town; 1062|'Tis a bleak, bleak road to tread; 1062|We lose our wits each time we see; 1062|There isn't a thing to do but talk, 1062|And nobody else to meet; 1062|My horse's head droops low and he's weary; 1062|It's a long winter's night, 1062|And there's nobody home to-night. 1062|(From the "Gloria Unduli"). 1062|I thought I could not love you, 1062|Though you are all my own; 1062|I said no word of _hate_, 1062|Nor _hate_, nor _hate_ am I! 1062|But I am glad, I am glad, 1062|That you hate me so, 1062|And that your face was bent to the tear, 1062|And that your ======================================== SAMPLE 15920 ======================================== 1002|I would that I were a spirit pure and 1002|Transparent, so that all the other ghosts 1002|Might then as clear and luminous seem. 1002|Ere I go, I would be ready, on which is 1002|Explanation why the rock is shrouded." 1002|"I do not blame thee, if thou fear," said he 1002|"Before I go to-morrow, that I may ruin thee." 1002|I felt constrained to give him answer "Agreed," 1002|And answered: "I fear not anything." 1002|"Now, if the time please be," said he then, 1002|"Tidings I can impart of a new matter 1002|Which I believe will please thee well, that will be 1002|Thy third discourse concerning Transhuman." 1002|And I again: "What truth is this?" He replied; 1002|"Since it is made to come third from their First, 1002|Other rumours it is fit to confide." 1002|And I to him: "It seems to me a great sin 1002|That a third time should there be messengers 1002|Between us and this third mockery, who commit it 1002|Not by decrees but by th' authority 1002|Of some high Pontiff; so is there put in issue 1002|From his Spirit matters alien to his own." 1002|And there he brake off, for some longer speech 1002|He thought would demand his time; and I alone 1002|Recovering, said: "Now stay thou here, and do not 1002|Become acquainted even with thy discourse 1002|With that pernicious act, whereby he despairs 1002|Our silence, which makes swiftness here speedy." 1002|"How with such words," said he, "comes the tongue of him 1002|Whose name I am rehearsing? At the first he said 1002|To me: 'Thou art chilled with fear; come, speak of it; 1002|Yea, speak; for thou art surely well."--"O papist," 1002|I answered him, "this frost is not for appetite, 1002|But with that fear which comes of close endurance. 1002|Now let us mount, for here the rated sleet 1002|Brings snow even to the very belfry-point." 1002|And as he gazed at me with fixed eyes, 1002|In two deep vaults had Michel Zanche been cast. 1002|An old Pontiff he was, and thereat 1002|Was buried some time before in the shade 1002|Of two trees, one on either side of the pass; 1002|Both fallen from their parents. Thou mayst know 1002|Who both of them were, if thou art conscious yet 1002|Of upright morals, which otherwise you may 1002|Have in the Church deviated from, ere it 1002|Had by too many degenerated 1002|Into the pit I had described to you. 1002|And this we were not ware of doing, until 1002|More recently; O suaviter! so loose 1002|Thy hold upon our imagination, 1002|That without grave measure it is now fit 1002|To give you unto all the weight thou holdest. 1002|When once one doth apprehend that grave 1002|Is place provided for many people, forth 1002|Issuing from their breasts deeply ruminating, 1002|They lift their eyes, and appear to see me 1002|Descending, and with voice that well ensues 1002|Celestial speech: "If I have ever said 1002|Solely to thee, and now remember, this cave 1002|In so many details was not made for one, 1002|Who wishes to come down and dwell with God; 1002|Therefore the rock stands in the route he comes, 1002|And so does the pass that opens out of it. 1002|A long way it is from its upon the heap, 1002|Whose top is already serene with flame; 1002|But climb then as I bid thee, that the way 1002|Be not so steep to thee, and that thou speak with me. 1002|That thou mayst find the city, which thou thus 1002|To the waste of darkness mustst bring, return." 1002|Then of himself ======================================== SAMPLE 15930 ======================================== A manhood's strength 37452|Throbs by night in the heart of man; 37452|The flesh will grow weak in its bonds 37452|Before the heart's last bond is broke. 37452|I am a son of man's first race; 37452|To-night I feel the pulse of man 37452|In my brother-man's flesh, 37452|And from the body's place I hear 37452|The voice of the voice of man. 37452|'Tis said, the spirit makes the flesh, 37452|From which our body is taken; 37452|For 'tis not the body that dies, 37452|But the spirit's place in God's mind. 37452|"But thou hast the same gift of God 37452|As Adam's spirit, Godlike!" said he; 37452|And the Spirit said, "We will go 37452|And work the wonder at a stone." 37452|And the Spirit, with a word, 37452|Left that place of life for this place, 37452|And came to me after me. 37452|It was a spot to mark a wall 37452|That held a manhood's strength, 37452|And I looked upon the wall. 37452|I saw the manhood's strength, 37452|I heard a voice say, 37452|"I carry in the dark this wall, 37452|And never would I take it down!" 37452|The walls are old, and stand 37452|Beneath the sun and moon, 37452|And men that are not free. 37452|"Bolder thou," I cried, 37452|"Lover of God! 37452|And now, if thou art free, 37452|Take not what I bear from me: 37452|Give me thy hand, and say, 37452|'That is a woman, who 37452|Seated in beauty hath 37452|The highest of men!' " 37452|But his lips replied, 37452|Like the waters winking-star, 37452|"Neither is this wall--" 37452|And the spirit said, 37452|"It is the spirit of a man 37452|That carries out the wall!" 37452|There is no life on earth 37452|But is bought with death, 37452|And nothing more that is sold 37452|Than is given for pain; 37452|And he that buys can never 37452|Be born of sin. 37452|If his hand could wipe away 37452|This awful deed 37452|On his hand, he would not 37452|Be born of sin. 37452|If he lay his hand there, and lo, 37452|All is well! 37452|But God is not a part of it, 37452|And man is of His will. 37452|_To the spirit who can do this _on high_. 37452|The wings of the bird are light, 37452|The feet of the slave are set; 37452|The slave is flying, and the bird 37452|Is in the world of the sky, 37452|And the wind is moaning on the hill, 37452|And the wild sea-mew cries. 37452|On the shore of the lonely sea, 37452|As in a calm retreat, 37452|The man whose sin has broken down 37452|The gates of God and the world, 37452|Comes on his sea-sick ship 37452|To tread the sun and sail the skies 37452|By day and by night; 37452|And, having done all this, he rises 37452|Up from the beach of the sea, 37452|And to some heart of the sea-mew 37452|Comes back to rest again. 37452|He's coming home to the world of the sea, 37452|To the heart of his God, 37452|With a little ship and a little soul 37452|And a little heart of wings; 37452|For the heart he has broken and broken, 37452|That has lived in the open breast, 37452|A man, not a God,-- 37452|The man that he has sinned against, 37452|Is not God to whom he is come; 37452|But he sits there, his old, gray beard 37452|In the sun, the bird in the sky, 37452| ======================================== SAMPLE 15940 ======================================== 42041|And that the great god is so wise-- 42041|I love him as I ever loved 42041|A good king, who is worthy. 42041|_I love him as I ever loved 42041|A good king, who is worthy._ 42041|As a poor child 42041|I wandered up and down 42041|By myself without an anchor, 42041|While the great waves and the winds rushed on. 42041|But the time had come for the ocean-rush 42041|To call up the sailors and row them home. 42041|Now they came in by the long white road, 42041|And the long white road ran straight ahead: 42041|But the little boat had passed and they came, 42041|And the little boat went on forever by. 42041|_Now they came in by the long white road, 42041|And the long white road ran straight ahead._ 42041|As I went up by myself without an anchor, 42041|While the great waves and the winds rushed on, 42041|As I went on and on, 42041|So, oh, so far 42041|From all and each-- 42041|From all and each, 42041|As we went up by ourselves in the dark. 42041|As I went up by myself without an anchor, 42041|While the great waves and the winds rushed on, 42041|And the wind came blowing, 42041|As I went on by myself in the dark. 42041|As I went up by myself without an anchor, 42041|While the great waves and the winds rushed on, 42041|So at last I saw 42041|As I went up by myself in the dark. 42041|As I went up by myself in the dark, 42041|And I heard the great waves on the shore, 42041|As I went on by myself on the sea... the sea 42041|To my mind the same as I have seen them on: 42041|The long white waves, the great waves, the great waves. 42041|As I went up by myself without an anchor, 42041|While the great waves and the winds rushed on. 42041|As I came down the hill by the bridge at last, 42041|I saw a great white ghost as the sun shone on it. 42041|As I came down the hill, I saw a great white ghost 42041|With a great brown arm like a man's; 42041|And the arm that was bent was folded under, 42041|And the head lay on that brown arm, 42041|And I knew 'twas the head of a man and mended: 42041|For the head lay on that brown arm, 42041|And the arm lay on that brown arm, 42041|And the arm lay on that brown arm, 42041|And the arm lay on that brown arm. 42041|_As I came down the hill by the bridge at last, 42041|As I came down the hill by the bridge at last, 42041|The ghost was all in black, 42041|With the head turned right to look, 42041|And the arm resting on the head, 42041|And the arm with the arm that was bent under, 42041|And the arm that was folded under, 42041|And the brown, brown arm-- 42041|And the brown, brown arm-- 42041|And the brown, brown arm-- 42041|The brown, brown arm-- 42041|As I came down the hill-- 42041|And was lost for ever._ 42041|_And I found and found and found again and found it, 42041|And I found it the same as I had found before._ 42041|The moon's a fool that loves to see her stars, 42041|And play with gold and pearl: 42041|For, all the time, she hides the light under ground. 42041|_The moon's a fool that loves to see her stars, 42041|And play with gold and pearl._ 42041|But when the wind is up, and the wind is out, 42041|And when the grass-fire's out 42041|She hides her stars and gold in thickets green, 42041|For the wind to see it when the grass-fire's all still. 42041|_The moon's a fool that loves to see her stars, 42041|And play with gold and pearl._ 42041|When the ======================================== SAMPLE 15950 ======================================== 27221|Yet what I do, 27221|And not what thou couldst, 27221|I will not stop thy flowing stream, 27221|Although, alas! thy source may fail. 27221|Thus, like Thy Son, I will keep pace, 27221|And pace my daily course, 27221|Through thickening boughs, the burthen bear, 27221|And gall them yet to a full ripe. 27221|The yearning of my heart is kind, 27221|To know how far the ills of man 27221|And nature's ways away 27221|May yet in this brief season last. 27221|And should they last so long, 27221|How very hard at last to bend 27221|And lose my heart's most treasured dream! 27221|Yet I will speed the course, 27221|In hope to find it; 27221|My true devotion meet, in vain 27221|I trust the springtime of my days, 27221|When love shall make its coming plain, 27221|And bring the happy present near. 27221|But, ah! my fancy flies 27221|In search of new, unfamiliar things; 27221|And soon, its flight all vain, 27221|I will go back to my old-world home. 27221|Oh, when, on wintry hills, I see the snow, 27221|And on the lake the ice, how sweet to stray, 27221|And there to view Nature's smiling face! 27221|And in my pocket light 27221|The Christmas-meat to taste, 27221|And gather to my breast 27221|The Christmas-veil of purest air. 27221|How kind and charming are the scenes of life. 27221|The woods, the fields, the woods and fields above, 27221|The beeches' shadow, the oaks' dark sheltering: 27221|Nature is smiling on my fondest dream, 27221|And I can almost greet her with a sigh-- 27221|The dear dear heaven in which I dwell! 27221|How gladly would it be, from day to day, 27221|To make thy home more pretty than the skies! 27221|The Christmas-veil around thy brownings play, 27221|And bid the winter of thy heart be free! 27221|The children love the tree, and call aloud 27221|For Christmas-veil and Christmas-veil withdrawn: 27221|How happy are the children while they see 27221|The pleasant scene, and can so well contain 27221|Their wishes for the present, and their joys repent, 27221|As not to feel for sorrow when they die. 27221|In the days of yore, when first the child was born 27221|And Time was changing from the old to new row, 27221|In the young spring, when the grass and flowers were gay, 27221|In the warm sun, where the brook was glancing fair; 27221|The children cried aloud, "Oh, what a happy day! 27221|"To see the world and give mankind a smile; 27221|To live, and see the world till Life's last hour, 27221|And die;--then to go forth and find it too late; 27221|To see the world and give mankind a tear; 27221|"Oh, give us now the beautiful and bright to-day. 27221|"But, children, we must not linger long at school: 27221|We are late in learning, and long in coming, 27221|The winter winds have blown us off to play, 27221|And long the summer days will be, and last; 27221|No lessons to impart, no lessons to give. 27221|"Go home, and leave the bitter lessons to teach, 27221|Go to thy study; and if, in the coming year, 27221|Thy hands be weak, then go to nurse them in peace: 27221|No lessons to give--no lessons to 'scape, 27221|We have our bliss without our lessons to pay." 27221|Now that each day has its hours and dreary dreams, 27221|Like to a deep valley, winding and dark, 27221|O'er which the cloudless emeralds of the air 27221|Float like pale fires, and through the silent air 27221|A wintry tempest whirls the dead leaves high-- 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 15960 ======================================== 10602|With which that same great god the world did enrobe: 10602|All th'other world was at his coming then; 10602|And that day, which did see the first-fruits bled 10602|After the manner of that olde curse 10602|Which God himselfe made, the fairest rose 10602|Of all the world, and with the other queenes next 10602|Was crown'd aye with wonder on hye ryse; 10602|And in this manner were the wondrous fyre, 10602|And everie thing to praise the greatest god, 10602|That all the world and all the heavens did vaunt. 10602|But since that day, the love of gold hath made 10602|This wonder fairer by the wonder houre. 10602|O! how much better that time it were 10602|To have spent within the great city's view, 10602|Than now in passing that short time away 10602|To be in the wide field, to sit within 10602|An hundred fathoms deep, in fieldes so wide, 10602|Where there was never a nyght but had his wenches! 10602|The world of wisdom needs should there abide, 10602|And all the world with her were one wonder too; 10602|But she is at an evil time, and here, 10602|The fairest of all kingdoms that there be 10602|Was made and is not, nor can be againe, 10602|And in this wise so great a scourge doth growe, 10602|The fairest being of all things away, 10602|That in the world 'gins no man to be found. 10602|But what are we, that we should so be vexed, 10602|For having not, and being put off so; 10602|We must be weary, and to our owne needel, 10602|That he that can make a new world be glad, 10602|Must make another, that so may one make, 10602|But we are sundrie, and can make no one so; 10602|Therefore doth he persevere and linger still. 10602|Yet have I heard some say, a thousand ways 10602|He goeth to get money; but, what they mean, 10602|I know not: but that he oft is at chafere. 10602|But yet I read among another kinde, 10602|That he is still the same; and, of that lawe 10602|Which to keep all his good works is set up 10602|Above all else, he in that lawe doth keep, 10602|That of his works one may build him any thing. 10602|How can so many Gods one be, that all 10602|Maketh a thousand! but yet still are the same 10602|That they to other men did once give aid, 10602|And by their good works did them all redeem. 10602|Yet this strange thing is, that though the same be nowe 10602|And in the night and in the tempest made, 10602|The same they do not of themselves devise 10602|To make one people, but others for their guide, 10602|Who with the same will follow, and with whom. 10602|But yet as yet there is none other King 10602|In the first place of England: but a Queen 10602|Them doth hold aloft in sceptre supreme; 10602|Whose vertue she can well from the same rejoyce. 10602|And this most strange and sad opinion seems 10602|In reason's eye to me an ancient fiction, 10602|In the which I left out full fifty measures. 10602|Of her the gods made her in order due 10602|To be their wife: but her it seems was of wont 10602|To be of heav'nly parentage of heav'n, 10602|And was his mother. Now they seem to intend 10602|That they to her the place of wedded love 10602|Still kindred, from their own divine inclination 10602|To make her of themselves his offspring, all 10602|In one short night, made like to children dear, 10602|Who from their mothers limbs, which were their flesh, 10602|Are now to make a withered corpse and dust. 10602|O sad! O sad! how will thy heart abide! 10602|For ======================================== SAMPLE 15970 ======================================== 11101|Which has the power to turn the world to shame? 11101|Can he with his proud pomp the lowly dead 11101|Discharge an army on a quiet grave, 11101|To sweep away an ignoble stone?-- 11101|Can he to millions turn his heart's adored, 11101|The mother of all virtuous and right, 11101|While he imprecates, with a boastful oath, 11101|"The name of Caesar was never John?" 11101|The Roman satirist, scourged by all the powers of hell 11101|In this most dreadful satire, the last, hard-worked verse 11101|Had said: "The worst of all things created is man." 11101|Thus, when my soul shall start or seem to start, 11101|Peal the signal peal, then, heralds, trumpet, trumpet tone! 11101|In the dark house of death, 11101|In the house of sleep, 11101|He who guards the keyhole, 11101|He, who guards the chamber 11101|Of the dead, the intruder, 11101|Shall be waked by the key. 11101|When my days, my faithful rhymes, 11101|Their death have taken, 11101|Shall I with their shortness 11101|Shout how short their date! 11101|When, with strength I've blended 11101|And with art 11101|My verses, even, 11101|With my deathless life. 11101|When, clothed in deeds I 11101|Have run 11101|Through all their being, 11101|Shall I with thought 11101|Of my silent life? 11101|In this house of death, 11101|In that chamber, 11101|Where is now the door, 11101|This and thou, stranger, 11101|No longer pass? 11101|I, who now am dust, 11101|What I was, where, 11101|Shall I now be told? 11101|In this sepulchre, 11101|In this tomb, 11101|Where, in mid-speech, 11101|The living look 11101|On the dead? 11101|Not where the rude, the fierce, 11101|The grave-raised, 11101|Where the pale priest 11101|Sends his offerings, 11101|Not where, in their death, 11101|The blasphemer 11101|Lies at dawn, 11101|Not where, in the shroud, 11101|The dying seer. 11101|Not where among the living 11101|So sweetly falls 11101|Love's evening prayer 11101|To the dear dead; 11101|But where among the dead 11101|I have lain, 11101|Scorched and broken, 11101|Fallen, cold, 11101|Falling, dead. 11101|Thus I am coming, 11101|Trod on kindly, 11101|Though I have lain here 11101|Scorched and broken, 11101|Fallen, cold, 11101|Falling, dead. 11101|When in the primrose the primroses were young, 11101|And the pear tree yet bare, 11101|When summer on the orchard was mild, 11101|And the garden gay; 11101|Hail to thee, young splendent flow'rs! 11101|And hail to thee, fair early morns! 11101|When with the morn, in the early primrose, 11101|The earliest flower 11101|Of the hours, at flowering, 11101|Ran the virgin Hours in crimson and gold. 11101|By all the blooms and all the winds unbeheld, 11101|By all the sweets and all the snares unseen, 11101|The elder flowers, to the ears of Earth 11101|Were murm'ring play; 11101|And to the shores where the winds were heard, 11101|The murmurs soft 11101|Of thy young spirits 11101|Were borne on the blue-fly winds along. 11101|And all the murmurs soft and breathless, 11101|The whispers soft and sweet, 11101|Was breathed by thee, fair blossomy Branch, 11101|And the soft sighs, 11101|The sweet breathings of thy spirits sweet as thine! ======================================== SAMPLE 15980 ======================================== 27663|From its sweet flower's moist embrace, may be 27663|From its tender leaves a nourishing drink! 27663|From the rich scent of its leaves, to the air 27663|Dipped in its odour, can the flower provide 27663|An amorous drink, more chaste than bath or bowl! 27663|_Nescient_, _Nescient, Nescient_, _Nescient and Dry_ 27663|_Not_, _Not_, _Nescience! _Not_, _Not_, _Neither_, _Nor both_, 27663|_Ode_, _Ode_, _Of the same tone_, _Ode, with a different name_, 27663|_Oft_, _Oft_, _Oft, with the same_, `I sing the same_, 27663|_Oft_, _Oft_, _Oft_, -- 'twill please your ear_, 27663|_Out_, \ to_, `Not at all_, 27663|_Our_, _our, our, our, a blessing_ 27663|_And we, ourselves_, _and I_, 27663|_My dear_, _my dear_, _my dearest, my Lizzy_, 27663|_Ope your lids_, -- how long!--and look, the darkness closes! 27663|Pale, with delight 27663|As they turn'd by her tearful eyes, 27663|Their last and only view 27663|Of the lovely form, 27663|She breathes a solemn sigh, 27663|For she knows not what to fear. 27663|So tenderly 27663|With tenderness they close'd, 27663|That, when from their vision withdrawn, 27663|The mournful sight of them was gone, 27663|Ere they could think of that day 27663|To bid their darling God, 27663|"_Pray with the other, for they die_!" 27663|_O Love the strong and tender Heart! 27663|To Death the obedient Foot!_ 27663|Love! is thy star 27663|That calls us forth to meet 27663|The solemn mystery of Fate, 27663|The unutterable Light? 27663|Haste! hasten! lest despair 27663|Dispel the sight of Beauty's dream, 27663|Lest, to the darkness blind, 27663|The dark ones view thy ray, 27663|And tremble for the sin they avoid! 27663|Warm, quicken'd as from life 27663|Thy young heart finds its light, 27663|Love breathes to life the tender breath, 27663|And Love, the warm breath breathes to Death. 27663|_Tears, tears from Love's deep lids_ 27663|_To the far-darting Beauty's eyes_ 27663|_From his young, ardent, longing look_ 27663|_To hers like thine,--but purer, purer, _more_! 27663|_Let us not see the sun,-- 27663|The sun, that glimmers still above; 27663|Let the black night-winds, that roll, 27663|Speak him away that sinks to sleep; 27663|For Love's love, though sunward set, 27663|Seems to shine where thou art laid.--_ 27663|Then, O, the golden beam 27663|Of his glad youth, whose bloom, like thine, 27663|To death, as to the light of day, 27663|Still bloometh fair, yet bright!-- 27663|_Love,--like thy face,--but nobler, more!-- 27663|Let the wild storm be hushed! 27663|For Death is come to woo 27663|We, with our tears, to lift and bless 27663|And bless our lover, for his sake 27663|A dearer death,--the dearest death!_ 27663|_Tears, tears from love's deep lids_ 27663|_To the far-darting Beauty's eyes_ 27663|Where thou liest, pale Rose! 27663|On thy wither'd stalk, 27663|As if in that blanching breeze, 27663| ======================================== SAMPLE 15990 ======================================== 12241|Is as a clock which ticks away the hours. 12241|The old man's head is bowed, 12241|His mind is over-wise. 12241|He thinks of ancient stories, 12241|The things which befell 12241|A kingdom in another land 12241|To man the nations. 12241|His beard is white and curled; 12241|He has a withered hand, 12241|The old departed yearneth 12241|To reach and touch again; 12241|He thinketh, and can tell 12241|The mind went out a-different, 12241|An' won a whole new zone 12241|By dint of will to will 12241|From that which was before. 12241|And so he thinks him king 12241|Whose kingdom still survives, 12241|The Kingdom of Forgetfulness. 12241|We'll never know what 'twill be, 12241|What things there be beyond, 12241|When memory meets memory 12241|And both may go to hell. 12241|The past is like a shipwrecked crew 12241|Bearing anchor in the desert, 12241|Whose hopes are up and gone, 12241|Whose fears are over and gone. 12241|And we who are most in the boat 12241|Must first embark and pitch our tent. 12241|And there there is no rest in the tent, 12241|Nor any quiet in the boat. 12241|The captain calls in the twilight gloom, 12241|The marshalling men in dark array, 12241|The marshalling men in dark array, 12241|The marshalling men in dark array 12241|Look up and know the place is not what it seems, 12241|And straightway in the twilight gloom, 12241|With the marshalling men in dark array, 12241|They know the place is not what it seems. 12241|When the storm comes creeping o'er the hillside, 12241|And the house-light flickers in the mill, 12241|When the mill-light flickers in the mill, 12241|And the storm comes creeping o'er the hillside, 12241|Then the master comes who makes the house 12241|Sink to the level with the sea. 12241|When the storm comes creeping o'er the hillside, 12241|And the house-light flickers in the mill, 12241|When the mill-light flickers in the mill, 12241|And the storm comes creeping o'er the hillside, 12241|Then the master comes who makes the house 12241|Sink to the level with the sea. 12241|I'm no poet, and there are no poets in the street, 12241|But I have power to melt my heart into music. 12241|The loneliest street in town 12241|Is the street where nobody knows and where nobody goes. 12241|Your garden grows in clusters, 12241|Your garden grows in clusters, 12241|With clusters on those other heads 12241|And others in between. 12241|Your garden grows in loose outclusters, 12241|Your garden grows in loose outclusters, 12241|With clusters on those other heads 12241|And others in between. 12241|My garden is a little garden of its own, 12241|My porch a lovely oaken stair 12241|That leads across a screened in naught else. 12241|My flowering rose-yard and my garden wall 12241|Are but one rose. 12241|But that small rose that is half hidden there 12241|From sight or sound, has other secrets 12241|And looks toward the world with curious eyes. 12241|I see it not, for who shall find it out, -- 12241|It lives and spreads and grows 12241|Afar from public eye or sound or dust, 12241|And little knows from little sees. 12241|So let the little rose abide; 12241|The garden is for others; I 12241|Garden for myself, because I know 12241|That, had I much to say, 12241|I would not call it mine, 12241|Nor lift my hand to anything divine. 12241|I put a flower inside a jar, 12241|And it grew only when the jar 12241|Was w